Duncan was playing it cool, she had to admit.
No matter how hard Megan tried to get a reaction out of him in class – catching his eye; brushing against him in the doorway; stretching innocently when he was looking her way – he remained his usual calm, collected self, responding with nothing more than a nod and a professional smile.
Some small part of her acknowledged that this was actually a good thing – if someone found out about them, there'd probably be hell to pay. Besides, she would have respected him a lot less if what had happened between them were interfering with how he treated her academically.
Still, it was frustrating to be ignored, and not even the newly learned spells could provide much solace during the nights, when she wanted him, the man, and not just some magical simulation. But he seemed determined to stick to his decision, and Megan had no idea how to break his iron control.
Until the day when Daveth playfully put his arm around her shoulders just as they were entering the classroom, smiling wickedly as he whispered something naughty in her ear. Megan didn't mind. She liked Daveth, and she liked naughty jokes, and as a rule, nobody objected to a little flirting among the students of the special programme. They were all of age, after all. So, she just laughed and was about to reply in kind, when she noticed Duncan's reaction from the corner of her eye. His expression was one of sheer, naked fury, just for a heartbeat, before he schooled his features again into the controlled mask he wore during lessons. But she had seen it, as clear as day, and now she knew how she could get to him.
Megan kept flirting outrageously with Daveth all through the day, sitting on his knees at lunch in the crowded hall, leaning over his desk to allow him a glimpse at her breasts, sucking pensively on her quill when he was looking her way in class. And Daveth played along only too happily, showering her with increasingly heated compliments, taking every opportunity to touch her, to breathe in her scent, to caress her furtively.
By nightfall, they were both so worked up that it was no problem at all to persuade him to take a stroll through the gardens with her, no problem at all to subtly direct him to the moonlit yard just outside Duncan's office. There was still a light on in his window, and Megan knew it was only a matter of time before Duncan would call it a night and walk home, just past the spot where they were making out, on a small bench behind a flowering bush.
"Fuck, Megan, you're driving me crazy." Daveth clearly couldn't believe his luck, catching her lips in yet another kiss. "This is so hot."
Megan was inclined to agree, even as she kept an eye out for Duncan. Daveth knew what he was doing, and his hands on her breasts felt so good, teasing, playing, pinching her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Meg, please." He was fiddling with the buttons now, his patience wearing thin, and she hurried to help him.
Moments later, his lips locked tight around one nipple, and Megan whined happily. She loved this so much, a man's mouth on her, the knowledge how much he wanted her, wanted this, the shiver running through his whole body when she grazed her hand across his crotch, as if by accident.
Daveth moaned happily, and then he was kissing her again, deep and hungry, while his hand wandered up her thigh. And then his fingers were there, right where she wanted them most, finding the right spot unerringly, even through her panties.
Megan whimpered, moving into his touch, too aroused to care what he was thinking. She hadn't intended for things to go quite that far, had only wanted to play around a little before they inevitably got caught. But Duncan was taking his own sweet time, and Daveth had really skilled hands, and if she was honest, she didn't really want him to stop. She was dripping wet already, more than ready for more, and of course that fact wasn't lost on Daveth. Pushing her panties aside, he slid first one, then a second finger inside her, and it felt so good that she clenched hard around them, mewling like a kitten.
"Ah, but you like that, pet, don't you?" He chuckled softly, pulling back his hand and thrusting lazily into her heat again. "Admit it." One more slow thrust. "Come on. Admit it."
"Yeah." Hiding her face against his chest, she nodded. There was really no point in denying it, when he could feel exactly what he was doing to her. "More." She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging deep into his flesh, but he didn't seem to care.
"Merlin's balls, you really love being fucked, don't you?" Daveth punctuated his words with yet another thrust, making her see stars. "Even if it's just my fingers. You know…" For all his attitude, he was trembling, too, and she could feel him against her thigh, straining against his tight jeans. "You can have the real thing any time you want to. Just say the word, and I'll gladly oblige. Well?"
He twisted his hand just so, and Megan moaned out loud. Damn it, where was Duncan? She was so worked up that she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to resist Daveth's hoarsely whispered words. She'd probably have given in already, if she hadn't overheard him earlier today, bragging to Jory that it would take him less than 24 hours until she was begging him to fuck her.
Even so, she was pretty much past caring now, and her lips were already forming the word yes, when she heard a gasp nearby, and then a familiar deep voice. "Lumos!"
The light from the top of his wand bathed their little corner of the gardens in bright white light, and for a moment, Duncan couldn't believe what he was seeing: Megan, her hair tousled and her lips bruised from kissing, one breast bare, her skirt pushed up high. A boy, his face hidden against her shoulder, his hand between her legs, buried deep inside her, his arm steadying her as she swayed in shock. At least the boy was still dressed, Duncan thought irrationally, as he drew himself up to his full height.
"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?" He didn't have to feign his anger. Quite apart from any jealousy he was feeling, he couldn't get past how reckless their behaviour was. He'd heard their moans the moment his door had fallen shut behind him, and they had been easy enough to find. "Anyone could have seen or heard you!"
The boy – Daveth? - seemed frozen in place, immobile, until Megan took his hand and pulled it back with a soft sigh. His fingers were glistening, Duncan couldn't help but notice, and the implication went straight to his cock. Been enjoying yourself, you little minx. He was mad at Megan, really mad, but at the same time, he'd never wanted her more than he did right now. Some part of him, some inner caveman no doubt, wanted to grab her and bend her over that little bench and fuck her hard, show her who she belonged to, show them both. And at the same time, he was appalled at his own thoughts.
"It's okay," he heard her whisper to the boy. "Run. I've got this."
Daveth – Duncan was pretty sure it was him, even if he'd done his best to hide behind Megan – didn't have to be told twice. Moments later, he was gone. Duncan could have stopped him easily enough, but for some reason he didn't bother.
Though maybe he should have, because now he was alone with Megan, and she was still barely covered, still breathing hard.
"What is the meaning of this?" Forcing himself to speak quietly, he allowed the light from his wand to dim down. The fewer people witnessed this little scene, the better. "Megan?"
She took her time getting to her feet, smoothing down her skirt and slowly buttoning her blouse as she walked toward him. "My apologies, professor." The look in her green eyes as she glanced up at him was entirely too innocent. "I've no idea what came over me."
"Don't give me that crap!" He grabbed her arm hard, but regretted it a heartbeat later, because touching her bare skin made all the memories flood back, and just like that, he was fully hard.
Megan knew it, of course. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. "No, really, I'm sorry." Her voice was low and seductive. "I like Daveth, but I don't want him. Not like that."
"You don't?" The words left his lips before he could stop himself. "You could have fooled me!"
"Yeah, well…" Megan chewed her lower lip thoughtfully, and Duncan just had to stare at it. Merlin! He needed to get a grip on himself.
"I just couldn't help myself. You see…" She took a tiny step closer, and now he could smell her, damn it, that sweet, seductive scent that drove him crazy. "I've been so terribly horny all week long." Megan's voice had dropped to a whisper. "I tried, but I can't stop thinking of you, inside me, making love to me…"
Duncan had to close his eyes. Damn! Could any man be expected to behave reasonably when faced with this? He had no doubt she was telling the truth, because he'd felt the same, every single day since they'd first done the deed. The memory of her lips, her skin, her tight little- Stop it!
"Megan, please." He'd meant to sound decisive, but it came out almost desperate. "Surely you can see that-"
"I don't care." Megan threw back her head, her lips set in a stubborn pout. "I-"
"Quiet!" He raised his hand to silence her. "I think-"
Yes, he'd heard right – a door was opening on the other side of the yard. A cone of light spread across the flagstones and the silhouettes of two people in teachers' robes were visible in the doorway. Without thinking, Duncan grabbed Megan's wrist and pulled her with him into the shadows, behind a tree. She didn't make a noise, just clung to him tightly, while they waited.
Through a gap in the branches Duncan could see the two teachers walk in the direction of their hiding spot. Fortunately, they seemed completely engrossed in their conversation, and with a little luck they would just walk by.
"Zut alors, this yard needs better lighting. I've told Madame Maxime a thousand times." Mme De Launcet's voice, nasal and slightly annoyed, as usual.
Clenching his teeth, Duncan hoped fervently that she wouldn't bother to dig out her wand to light her way. Next to him, Megan shifted a little, and that brought her even closer to him, her taut body pressed against his. And damn it, he was still hard, so aroused he could barely see straight, for all his concern about getting caught. Megan was quick to pick up on it, grinding against him in a movement that was as subtle as it was sensual.
"Ah, Madame, you know this place like the back of your hand." That was Riordan, and Duncan breathed a sigh of relief at his words. "Surely you can find your way in the moonlight. Come on. It's just a few steps."
"That is quite beside the point, my dear." Mme De Launcet sniffed disapprovingly. "The headmistress shouldn't neglect her duties in this matter."
Duncan rolled his eyes, glad no one could see him. And then he had to bite back a curse, because Megan had somehow worked her small hand between their bodies and was stroking him through his pants, up and down, her touch firm and assured. Riordan and Madame De Launcet were only a few steps away; they were bound to pick up even the slightest noise. He tried to push Megan back a little, but ended up with his hand on her breast, and, Merlin, she felt amazing, soft and sweet, her nipple hard and taut under his palm.
"My dear Madame, don't be so hard on the headmistress." Riordan sounded dry. "Now, I'm sure you could do better, but-"
"I never meant to imply anything of that sort!" Madame de Launcet sounded scandalized, but even in his current predicament Duncan had a hard time suppressing his eyeroll. It was an open secret that she'd been coveting the headmistress's position for years. "But certainly Madame Maxime isn't getting any younger and…"
The remainder of her argument was lost on Duncan, because Megan was increasing the pressure now, twisting a little on each upstroke, and the effort of keeping quiet was killing him. And at the same time, he was past the point where he wanted her to stop.
"Come on, Madame. We're nearly there." Riordan's voice again, calm and reasonable. "You can take my arm, if you want to. Now, about those books you wanted to get for me…"
Their voices grew fainter, as they walked away, and Duncan would have relaxed, if it hadn't been for Megan's hand, working him rhythmically, insistently. She was breathing harder now, and he realised she was just as turned on as he was, and it was that knowledge that did it. The next time she tightened her grip, he came, biting down hard on his lip to stop himself from moaning, came with a long shudder, came in his pants, damn it, like a teenager, and it felt so fucking good.
"Duncan…" Megan was trembling, and he knew it was crazy, but he couldn't leave her like this.
Holding her tight, he called up the familiar magic to his fingers and placed his hand on her lower belly. This time, he didn't go slow. This time, he went for a hard, fast thrust. Megan's whole body went taut, and she clung to him almost desperately, but she was completely silent. One more, and she was swaying on her feet, and a third one took her over the edge. She made a small noise then, a mere gasp, a strangled whimper, almost inaudible, and yet it was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard.
"Megan." He was shaking all over when he let go of her. "We need to-"
"Shhh." Going up on her toes, she breathed a quick kiss on his lips. "Not here. Not now."
And then she was gone, disappearing into the darkness like a naughty dream, and she left him there, flushed and sticky and feeling oddly exhilarated, despite his worries. Holy unicorn, indeed! What on Earth was he supposed to do about her?
He didn't see Megan all through the next day, but in the late afternoon, a tiny owl appeared on his windowsill, carrying a neutral white envelope. A small card made from white plastic fell out of it, accompanied by a note.
We need to talk, without interruption. This is a room key for the hotel down in the village. Room 69. I'll be there, an hour from now. You can apparate to the alley behind the hotel, take the back door. No one will know. I'll be waiting. M.
Taking a deep breath, Duncan lowered the sheet of parchment, staring unseeingly ahead. A hotel room. This is madness. And yet, she was right. They needed to talk. Crumpling up the parchment, he dropped it into the fireplace, then glanced at his watch. One hour. Enough time to come up with a strategy.
Huggles and thanks to my wonderful beta suilven.