Professor Layton was roused the next morning by the sound of birds chirping outside the window behind him. Intending to sit up and stretch, he made to move, but he realized a pair of hands was grasping his hips gently, holding him in place. He looked down to see his lover sleeping right in front of him, mouth slightly open as she quietly breathed. The sunlight peeking in through the curtains bathed her pink locks in an almost-angelic glow, highlighting her young face. She was so close that he could feel her warm breath hitting his chest as she lightly exhaled. The professor smiled, willing himself to fall back asleep when he felt something.
The distinct feeling of friction down below.
Certain he was imagining it, Hershel waited a moment, until the feeling of something rubbing up against his crotch occurred again. This time, the Professor noted the movement of the girl in front of him, how she seemed to thrust her pelvis forward, goading him into unnecessary arousal as she ground up against him. Professor Layton couldn't restrain a small grunt as she continued her movements, her grip tightening on his sides. The noise seemed to wake his assistant, as she soon opened her eyes, those blue orbs shimmering in the morning sunlight.
"Oh, good morning!" Vivian greeted with a blush and a smile.
"G-good morning, my dear." Layton responded with a forced smile, trying to hold back from thrusting back up against her.
The girl yawned and stretched out her right arm to the side, letting it fall to her side, over the bedsheet. "I had the weirdest of dreams last night. I was a rider at a rodeo in America…I didn't even know that they still had those!"
"Ah…truly?" The professor desperately tried to pay attention in order to ignore the heat he was feeling down below.
"It's so strange, though: that dream must have been so vivid that I can still feel the bull's spine underneath me!" The girl shimmied her hips in order to dispel the odd feeling; however, this only served to arouse Layton further, causing him to bite back a moan as he bit his lip. Confused as to why the presence of a hard object underneath her had not disappeared, Vivian gave a couple more thrusts, eliciting a sharp gasp from him this time. Eyes widening at possibly realizing the culprit of this hard-feeling object lying between Vivian's legs, she raised the bedsheet to see the Professor's erection situated dangerously close to her womanhood.
"Ah-oh…" Vivian's face reddened to an even darker shade upon seeing what was causing the feeling and, by extension, what she had done. "OH! I-I'm so sorry, Professor! I-I mean-oh jeez…" Too flustered to even speak properly, the girl pressed her palm against her forehead in disbelief.
"I-it's quite all right, Vivian. Here, let me…" The professor made to get out of bed, removing the covers quickly in order to remedy the situation as soon as possible.
"Wait!" His assistant cried out, grabbing his wrist. Layton looked back to her and made eye contact, his expression confused. She averted her eyes under his curious gaze. "If I caused the problem, then I should be the one to fix it…right?" The girl looked up at him from under her eyelashes, a cheeky grin playing on her lips. Vivian couldn't deny that she was eager to please him again, to hear his hypnotic voice go in directions she had never heard before, to feel him squirm and shudder against her body. She was addicted to the heat that passed between them, and the sounds and sights that resulted from it.
"I-I… W-well, what did you…have in mind?" Hershel managed to get out, nervous as to the creative ideas the pink-haired woman could be planning to put into action.
"You'll see…" She responded cryptically, giving his wrist a gentle tug. Complying, Professor Layton followed her guidance, sitting on the edge of the bed. Like before, Vivian knelt down in front of his manhood, taking it in her hand and palming it. The professor gave a small moan at the contact. The girl started up slowly, but then quickly picked up speed, occasionally running her thumb over his tip. It wasn't long before Vivian removed her hand from his prick, swiftly replacing that with her mouth, taking all of him in one movement. He clawed into the sheets underneath him, breathing in sharply at feeling her mouth on him again in such an excessively intimate manner. Letting her eyelids fall in concentration, the girl bobbed her head up and down his length, enjoying the familiarity of his taste. Her tongue was kept busy all the while, running along his shaft as she descended and darting across his tip as she returned to the top. Every time she went back up, she sucked and tugged on him, eliciting a cry of surprise and lust the first time, and groaning or gasping every preceding time. Finally, his assistant removed herself altogether, causing her Professor to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. Vivian sat back on her haunches, her eyes closed in deep thought, pondering something thoroughly, but her lover had no idea what.
"Vivian…? W-what are you…?" The Professor started, but saw the woman open her eyes, as though she had come to a decision. She motioned for him to spread his legs wider, to which he nervously nodded and obeyed. His assistant crawled back to where she had initially been situated and sat up in a higher kneel than before so her upper body was closer to his dick than her face. Before he could even ask what she was about to do, Vivian took one of her breasts in each hand and pressed them up against his manhood, trapping it between them. She then began moving her bosoms up and down, mimicking the movements of her hands and mouth from before.
"How do they feel?" Vivian asked, before darting her eyes away and blushing slightly at the realization of how bold she was being. Normally, the girl could easily control herself and think first, act later; however, in this type of situation, she found herself helpless to her own impulses and desires.
"Th-they're…soft…" Her lover replied embarrassedly, admitting to the arousal he was feeling. "Th-they feel good…"
"Really? How about this then…" She murmured, beginning to lap at his tip whenever it poked out in her cleavage.
"Ah! Mmngh…" The Professor groaned, still unaccustomed to this feeling of being pleasured in such a way. Rhythmically rubbing his prick between her breasts and darting her tongue out to swirl over the tip, Hershel couldn't contain his lustful gasps and desperate moans.
Suddenly, Vivian removed herself again, leaving the Professor to wonder if he had done something wrong or she was just teasing him. She crawled onto the bed and laid down flat on her back behind him, in the spot he had slept in the night before.
"Pro~fess~or?" She said in a sing-songy tone, enunciating the syllables. She placed her hands on her stomach and patted it, beckoning the professor to…
"What do you want me to do, exactly?" Professor Layton was not well-versed in the language of intercourse, so, for all he knew, that gesture could mean anything. The girl gave a playful roll of her eyes before she said,
"I want you to sit here."
"…" Layton wasn't sure what to say about that. Sure, he had been "on top" the night before, but that hadn't involved… restraining his lover to such a degree. Being a gentleman was all he could rely on in situations like these, but even then that attribute only got him so far, and the idea that she wanted him to be so dominant in a situation like this was just-
"Hershel?" He snapped out of his thoughts to turn his attention back to Vivian. She was giving him a questioning gaze, before her lips turned up in a gentle smile.
"I want you to do what you want too. What pleases you, I mean…" She bit her lip in concentration, pondering how to arrange her words before she spoke again. "In nearly everything we've done so far, it's all pleasured me, and I've typically been the one issuing guidance, so…if you don't want to do this, that's fine, but I want you to be in charge of what we should do too. After all, relationships like these are supposed to run both ways, right? Both people are supposed to be happy together; one person isn't always supposed to be going out of their way for the other's benefit…"
Now this seemed backwards.
Even though Vivian had been coaxing Professor Layton to try different things, he felt like he had been the selfish one in so much of what had happened, but, clearly, his love felt he was mistaken. He definitely had had only one experience with a relationship like this, but it never had progressed as far or as fast as this one; and so, he was naïve to concepts like this. Even though his gentlemen instincts told him otherwise, he realized that he didn't have to go out of his way and sacrifice his own benefit for that of a lady in this situation. While mistakes would happen regardless, both people would love each other, nurture each other, and be there for each other to all ends. Vivian was there to help him, and he was there to help her, in any situation, private or public, happy or sad or pertaining to any emotion under the sun.
"Vivian…are you asking me to…be more rough with you?" The professor carefully asked. Upon this sudden realization of his, he wanted to make sure that the woman consented to this. For him, at least, he'd be experimenting with what pleased him. She blinked once before she responded.
"I-if you want to, but if you would…" Vivian's breathing grew slightly heavy, growing hot thinking about it, "P-please…dominate me…"
Understanding her desire, the professor moved his leg over the girl, straddling her with his knees situated at her sides, his hands on her shoulders. Like she had done before, Layton slipped his prick in between her cleavage.
"Like…this?" He asked, his eyes darting up to see her looking down at his movements and panting lightly.
"Y-yes…Like before...Just like-ah!" She was cut off by the Professor taking her breasts in his hands and kneading them against his manhood, beginning to thrust into the small crevice that was created.
"Does this…feel good?" He asked, his breathing growing labored. Even though her leniency with his actions was arousing him greatly, he was always willing to stop if he accidentally went too far.
"Haah, haah, y-yes, i-it does!" Vivian also appeared to be enjoying this more rough foreplay, grabbing needily at the Professor's thighs, goading him into continuing. Feeling his release approaching too quickly from the combination of feeling Vivian's soft breasts squeezing against him and hearing the woman moan underneath him, Professor Layton began to pick up the pace, quickening his thrusts.
"V-Vivian, I think-I'm going to-!" Before he could finish, he shuddered violently, climaxing onto Vivian's face. Finally catching his breath, he looked down to see Vivian hadn't moved underneath him, his semen still coating her face. Thinking he might've gotten carried away, the professor said embarrassedly, "Ah, I'm terribly sorry about that! I should've-"
"It's fine, Hershel." She reassured, patting him on the thigh. The girl reached over to the tissue box on the side table and yanked out a tissue. She was about to bring it to her face when her lover interjected.
"V-Vivian, could I…clean that up?" His assistant looked up at him with raised eyebrows. Reaching up as though to straighten his top hat, but realizing it wasn't there he ran his fingers through his hair again. "Rather…I made that mess, so…I should be the one to clean it up."
The girl responded with a small smirk. "Alright then." The Professor removed himself from on top of the woman, allowing her to sit up. She turned to him and sat on her legs, placing her hands on her knees. He took the tissue out of her hand and began to tidy up her face, picking out the clumps of his load that had gotten caught in her hair. After clearing her hair of the substance, he plucked another tissue out of the box and wiped her cheeks, her forehead, and her chin with it. Vivian nudged her face into his hand when it came to rest on her cheek, her face practically spotless save for a small white glob on her other cheekbone. Hershel caught the clump with his thumb, cupping her face in his hands. He then brought Vivian's face to his and kissed her passionately. The girl moaned into the liplock, reaching out her tongue to pry her way into the professor's mouth. Layton opened it for her and allowed his tongue to intertwine with hers. Falling into the kiss, Vivian pushed her love back down onto the bed, straddling him from above. She pulled away to lean back, moving downward until she was sitting in front of his manhood, stroking it slightly as it pressed against her backside.
"Hershel, is this…okay with you?" The girl moved up and backwards so his dick was lined up at her entrance, her tip pressing gently against her slit. She lowered her eyelids and looked to the side, "Do you…like it?"
"Vivian…" The professor mulled over how exactly he wanted to say what he had on his mind. "I…want to please you too...I want to please you as much as you want to please me. I-I want you to know that. And, like you said, bonds like these run both ways, correct?"
The girl blinked twice, unsure how to respond. Then, she gave a gentle smile before she said,
"I love you."
"I love you too, Vivian." He responded with sincerity. With that, Vivian thrust herself onto her love's prick, taking his whole length with a loud moan, synchronizing with Professor Layton's vocal noise. After a few seconds to adjust, she began slowly moving herself up and down, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself. Hershel watched her with rapt attention, running his hands up and down her legs before coming to rest on her hips. He began to thumb her clitoris, earning a squeaky moan from the girl above him. Feeling bold, the Professor made a forceful thrust into her, eliciting a deep and throaty moan and at the same time causing Vivian to collapse onto his body, continuing her movements from a new angle, pressing her whole body flush against his. Layton groaned in pleasure, feeling every inch of her pushed against him as she kept moving along his length. He began to thrust back into her, hitting a point that she couldn't reach herself, making her body jolt in ecstasy. Unable to contain himself, the professor held Vivian close as he thrusted deep into her, her hips still moving along at the faster rhythm she had created.
"P-Professor…I-I need-I-I'm about to-! Ah, oh God!" The girl cried out as she felt her climax occur simultaneously with the professor's. Warm fluid poured into her at an alarming rate, quickly filling her up and dripping out of her, mixing and congealing with her liquids. The girl finally let her weight rest on her lover's body, nestling upon his chest. After coming down from their highs, Layton pulled out of the woman. With a bit of time, he caught his breath and asked,
"Are you tired, Vivian?"
"I can go another round…if you want…" She replied, red-faced and hot.
"Then…could we try something new?" The professor proposed. With a smirk, the girl responded.
"I'm always willing to experiment." She said with a lilt in her voice. His assistant hoped she had gotten across that she was willing to try anything if he wanted to. Being the gentleman he was, Vivian knew that he would say yes most of the time as long as her request wasn't too extraneous, and so she wanted to provide him the same luxury.
With that response, Layton motioned his lover over to the wall across from the bed. Once they reached the wall, the girl looked back to her partner with a curious expression. Gently, he took her by the shoulders and pressed her front against the wall, hiking up one of her legs to allow himself easier access.
"Oh, God," His assistant whined, feeling turned on already by the situation, rolling her head back.
"If I recall correctly, I believe I remember you saying you wanted me to…'dominate' you?" Was that a hint of…mischief in his voice? Vivian hoped to any existing outer force that she wasn't dreaming. She looked back at him.
"You…Are you enjoying this as much…as much as me?" The girl asked in between heavy breaths. In response, the professor rested his head on her shoulder.
"You could say it's…something along those lines, my dear," A twinge of his usual shyness crept back into his voice, but not into his bodily movements as he thrusted forcefully into his lover once more.
"Nn-ah! Haah, haah-" Feeling this penetration even more than last time, the girl couldn't help gasping as she felt his tongue run along her neck, her love nipping lightly at her collar. Even though it was a gentle bite, she was sure a mark would be in that spot the next time she looked in a mirror, and the thought of Hershel laying his claim to her body even more just aroused her further. Pleased with her vocal noises, Layton began to thrust into Vivian in a rhythmic pattern, the same pattern she had started with when she was on top. After establishing his pace, the professor brought his free hand up and began groping her chest, enjoying the moan the girl elicited at the touch. Her body rubbed up against the slightly rough plaster with each thrust, her hands clawing at the wall and her toes curling tightly. The girl was aroused by how rough the normally gentle and soft-spoken Professor Layton was being, and the reality of the situation didn't truly hit her until she felt a finger being inserted along with the Professor's prick.
"AHHHH!" Vivian cried out in shock at the feeling, throwing her head back. Hershel stopped his movements entirely and removed his digit from her womanhood.
"Vivian, are you alright?!" The professor nearly choked on his words with how concerned he was. The last thing he wanted, by any stretch-
"I-I'm fine, Hershel, I was just…caught off guard, is all." Vivian reassured. She knew one of the reasons she had fallen in love with him was because of his everlasting kindness, and it showed with how concerned he became over the wellbeing of those closest to him, but he could still show concern for the safety of people he didn't know as well, which she respected greatly. The professor might have been afraid of hurting Vivian, but she needed to tell him that this experience was everything but painful.
"I-It's okay to put your finger in, just…just keep going," Vivian whined, moving her hips in a needy fashion in order to get the message across. Her lover still refused to move.
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yes, I'm sure, Professor, I just- God," She groaned again, resting her head against the wall, feeling the lack of and desire for movement of any kind. Hershel did give her movement at long last, but it wasn't the kind she had been waiting for. Removing himself from her, Vivian whimpered, afraid that he was going to just walk away and leave her there, so close to releasing and yet so far; however, the professor surprised her by taking her by the shoulders again and turning her around so she faced him, pushing her back against the wall, grasping her thighs and pressing his tip against her slit.
"Wh-what are you…?"
"I want to make eye contact when we…" Clearing his throat, Hershel looked away in embarrassment. "…when we…finish up, as it were."
"Huh?" The girl asked, tilting her head.
"I just…can't imagine it any other way. I'm willing to experiment, but, at the moment, I just can't imagine either of us facing away from…all of this…" He tried to put his thoughts together coherently, and succeeded in getting his point across. Inwardly, Vivian wanted to cry, but of course, she wasn't surprised by the turn of events. Of course Professor couldn't imagine something like that, he was too kindhearted to dehumanize a woman, or anyone, for that matter, in such a way as refusing to look them in the face, especially during such an intimate situation. With renewed passion, Vivian threw her arms around him and whispered,
"I can't either, Hershel. I'm ready for this."
Casting his hesitation to the wind, Layton thrust into his lover once more, resuming his pace from before. This time, however, his actions became much less forceful and much more intimate, as he brought up a hand to tangle in her pink locks, his other hand moving to grope her breast, giving it loving strokes instead of the rough way she had wanted him to handle her with before.
"Profess-Hershel…" She called out quietly. The Professor hadn't broken eye contact since they had started up again; he wanted to watch and hear the woman in front of her, with every motion she made and every sound she uttered. That spot inside of Vivian was struck again as she moaned out with no restraint, grasping onto Hershel's shoulders tightly.
"I-I, ahh…I can't, haah…Hershel…" The girl moaned out tepidly, taking the Professor's face in her hands. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss.
"I love you." He whispered against her mouth.
"I love you too, Hershel…" Vivian felt herself becoming hotter and hotter, like she was on fire, as she approached her climax.
"Ah-Ah-H-HERSHEL!"
"VIVIAN!"
Both lovers yelled out in sheer ecstasy, as he filled her once again. That feeling of fullness that came up again satisfied the girl greatly, as she felt their mixed juices flow down her legs, creating a mess on the floor that she would need to clean up later. Or not.
The two were near motionless as they slowly descended from their heights of pleasure, almost as if time had stopped. Both enjoyed the sensation of just feeling the other, completely holding all of him, being buried to the hilt in her, after everything, the feeling was not only extremely intimate, but a comfort for them both.
Finally, the Professor slid out of his love, resting his weight against the wall, leaning over her. Vivian opened her eyes and looked up at Hershel. She leaned up and kissed his lips, to which he responded by returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in closer.
That's when they heard the distinct sound of the front door slamming shut.
And the sound of footsteps crossing through the foyer.
The two partners looked at each other in wide-eyed shock as they realized who that was.
Flora.
"Professor! Vivian! I'm home!" That young, feminine voice called out for them. Finally realizing that they hadn't yet been caught…fraternizing, they exchanged a quick peck on the lips before darting off to their respective quarters to dress themselves, Layton rushing to his washroom as Vivian sprinted down the hall to her bedroom. Thankfully, the professor remembered to lock the door after Vivian's exit, otherwise the situation could have been beyond complicated. Those same footsteps were heard again tamping up the stairs, as Flora normally announced her return to them both after coming back from a sleepover. Fortunately, Professor Layton was rather swift when it came to getting dressed, and so he donned his coat as usual, and was reaching out to take his top hat and place it back on his head, but he hesitated. He was sure he heard a knocking sound in the distance, but couldn't shift his focus. Gazing upon the formal headwear, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness; however, his expression grew determined as a thought occurred to him.
I'm not alone anymore.
I…I never truly was alone.
She was always there, and she always will be.
Certain that he knew he didn't need to wear the hat anymore, but wanted to, Professor Layton took the hat in his hands and placed it on his head. Sure that everything was in its proper place for Flora's return, he moved to unlock and open the door.
"You never lock your door, Professor!" The ponytailed girl said with a small smirk, throwing her arms around the professor as though it had been months since she had last seen him.
"Ah, I'm sorry, my dear. I was just getting dressed." Layton returned the hug gently.
"Hehe , what's gotten into you, Professor?" Flora joked with a smile on her face as she moved from the hug to stand about a step away.
"I apologize, but I don't believe I understand…"
"You never return a hug like that! You always put your hands on my shoulders and gently push me away!" She was right. That was the way he had always returned hugs in the past, from Emmy, from Flora, from basically anyone, except family and Claire…
Perhaps the extremely recent bout of intimacy was still affecting him.
"Oh…truly? I-I hadn't noticed." Layton desperately tried to keep his cool. Thankfully, Flora didn't seem to notice. Her attention was more focused on something on the floor.
"What is that?" Flora asked, curiosity reigning.
"What is what-" Professor Layton nearly choked on his sudden intake of breath as he beheld what was soaking into the carpet beneath their feet. He had thought he had cleared up all the evidence, but he hadn't thought about the possibility of Flora entering the room and spotting the one stain that was completely visible in broad daylight, right next to the wall across from the bed.
The remains of that last intercourse session with Vivian up against the wall was currently soaking into the carpet, still retaining it's white, fluid consistency.
"I-I, w-well, you see, my dear…" Would he really have to explain the true origins of that stain to his adopted daughter? He could never imagine doing such a thing! However, he was in too far deep to pass it off as some everyday substance. So what could he do?
"Well, you see, I insisted that the Professor have a bona fide breakfast in bed this morning," Vivian, like an angel from on high, seemed to magically appear leaning in the door frame as she explained what had happened. "I said that eating breakfast in bed would make the food taste better, but he said that was ridiculous." In an act of embarrassment, Vivian scratched the back of her head and gave a cheeky grin, "I was kind of frustrated that he wouldn't give it a try, so I accidentally spilled some of the cereal. I guess I missed a spot when I was cleaning, hehe." The girl then crossed her arms in a gesture of mock accusation as she looked squarely at the professor, "I guess you didn't want to rat out on me, because you can never deny the request of a lady? To be fair, I did beg you not to tell anyone, I was so embarrassed! Telling Flora is okay though. I mean, she is family, after all." Vivian gave a small chuckle, as though she was looking back and laughing at the mistake she didn't make.
Professor Layton could never help being amazed by how good of an actress Vivian really was. She could lie through her teeth if the situation demanded it as easily as she could tie her shoes; however, that didn't mean she liked lying, she would rather refrain unless the situation was dire, like this one.
Suddenly, the girl puffed out her bottom lip in a pout and said, "Speaking of family, where's my welcome home hug?" Asking in mock jealousy. Flora complied with a playful smile as she ran to embrace Vivian. Looking over the younger girl's shoulder as they hugged, Vivian gave Professor Layton a subtle wink, to which he nearly responded by running a hand through his hair and smiling lightly, except he realized his hat was there when he nearly knocked it off his head, and instead settled for a kind smile. Vivian grinned back.
She knew they had to tell Flora at some point, at the very least about their relationship. As for what would come next? Well, that was up to the two of them to decide.
Together.