Hank tried to focus on the forms in front of him, but his mind kept flying back to last night. It had all started like a normal night, well normal for him anyway. He'd worked in his lab, made sure the students weren't planning to make stink bombs, and then headed to his room to read the latest copy of DNA and Scientist. Much to his surprise, his room wasn't empty. Emma Frost, the school's new psychiatrist was laying on his bed a little more than half naked. At first he'd been shocked, and a little disturbed, but then she pulled him onto the bed and kissed him so hard he stopped thinking with anything that even resembled logic.
"Dr. McCoy," one of the new recruits yelled snapping Hank back to reality. He looked at the work, and quickly finished it, and took care of the new recruit who had sprained his ankle doing who knows what, probably trying to spy on one of the girls. That's when Hank's thoughts came rushing back to him. Even though he couldn't remember much about last night, there was one thing he needed to remember. He closed his eyes trying to remember, but failing to. Him and Emma had, as the students put it when no one was listening, gone all the way, and right now, Hank couldn't remember if either him or Emma had used any kind of protection.