He took a shower first, and then dressed with care – dark pants and a clean shirt. No robes, of course. Unlike many of his fellow wizards, Duncan knew how to dress inconspicuously among Muggles. And if he was going to do this, if he really was going to meet a student in secret, it was vital not to call unnecessary attention to himself.

The whole thing was crazy anyway, he kept telling himself while he got ready. Crazy and irresponsible, and that was exactly what he was going to tell Megan. It would end tonight, and the only reason he was even going was that he owed her an explanation after all that had happened. Surely if he found the right words, she would see reason. Megan wasn't stupid, after all, far from it. He kept practising his arguments as he walked through the castle grounds to the back gate, from where he would be able to apparate to the Muggle village.

Duncan had been down there before, to shop for things he couldn't get in the wizarding place on the other side of the mountain. Magic was all well and good, but it wasn't really a replacement for a quality fountain pen or thermal underwear. Not to mention real Swiss chocolate or Italian wine – or indeed many of the finer things in life. Money wasn't a problem, fortunately– a highly edited Muggle edition of Magie Érotique had sold really well and left him with a nice little nest egg. Yes, Duncan had reasons of his own for wanting to be able to blend in.

Still, he'd never been to a Muggle hotel before, and he hesitated before crossing the doorstep. The back door was unlocked, and it led directly to a small shabby staircase. Room 69 was easy enough to find, but it took him a moment to work out how to operate the key card. When the little light turned green, he correctly assumed he was free to go in, so he pushed the door open and walked into the room.

He'd prepared a little welcome speech for Megan, with a reminder of her study goals, and of the risk they were both taking. But the words died on his lips when he saw her.

Megan was lying on the bed, on her stomach, with her back to him, feet kicking aimlessly into the air. And she was wearing… Duncan swallowed hard at the sight. A black corset, laced up tight, emphasizing her slim waist; black stockings, held up by a garter belt; black, high-heeled shoes. No panties, as far as he could see, or maybe a tiny thong. She looked gorgeous and sinful, and not at all like a schoolgirl.

"Duncan. There you are." She smiled back at him over her shoulder, and he swallowed hard. "I was getting bored."

"Megan. You said we needed to talk." It was a feeble attempt to steer things back on course, and he knew it was futile the moment the words left his mouth.

"Yes. Later." With a perfect, graceful movement, she rolled over and knelt at the edge of the bed. "Come here." The sight of her breasts, pushed up high by the corset, the creamy skin framed by black lace, killed the last of his restraint.

Two quick strides took him to the bed, and then he was bending down, kissing her hard, and she tasted so wonderful, so amazing. "Damn it, Megan." He groaned, deep in his throat. "I'm going to hell for this, I know I am."

"You think?" She laughed, clearly not at all worried. "I don't know. I was thinking heaven first. Let me show you."

And then her hand was on him, just like last night, but this time, she wasn't content with stroking him through the fabric. This time, she went straight for the kill, freeing his cock without the slightest hesitation, and before he knew what was happening, her soft lips closed around him. And sweet Morgana, it felt so good! The sight of her would have been enough to drive a man mad, but the feel of her mouth around him, hot and wet and perfect… Closing his eyes, he lost himself for a moment, clinging hard to her shoulders, caught up in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Yes. Heaven.

She kept him there for a few blissful minutes before she pulled back and released him, licking her lips with every sign of enjoyment. "Finally. I've wanted to do this all day."

"Have you?" His skin was buzzing all over, but he was determined to pay her back in kind. "Well, there's something I want to do, too."

"Yeah? Feel free." With an insolent grin, she scooted backwards and lay down, wholly unself-conscious, allowing him to look his fill. He could see the thong now, a small lacy triangle that barely covered her red-golden curls. "Well?" She tilted her head a little to the side.

He needed no further encouragement. Kicking off his shoes, he got rid of his pants and shirt and moved between her legs, relishing the smoothness of the stockings under his hands as he spread them wide. The thong had little bows at the side, and he took a moment to carefully untie them, not because he cared about keeping them intact, merely to increase the tension a little more. By the time he lowered his head between her legs, Megan was trembling with anticipation.

"Now, now. Good things come to those who wait, I believe." Gently, he blew against her hot flesh, savouring her scent.

She didn't reply, but he felt her hand in his hair, grabbing a fistful of it, not hard enough to hurt him, but with enough force to make her meaning clear. "All right." He chuckled softly. "As you wish."

And he put his mouth on her. Just his lips at first, breathing a soft kiss on her core, then his tongue, exploring gently, finding the spots that made her breath hitch in her throat and her grip grew tighter. Megan was quiet at first, but he kept going, licking, suckling, tasting her juices, and she was so wet, so eager, so delicious that he didn't want to stop, ever.

"Duncan, wait." When she finally pulled his head back, she was panting hard, and her eyes were feverish. "Enough. I want more."

Somehow, she managed to twist around in his grasp and to push herself up on her hands and knees, and once again, he had to struggle for control. She was still wearing the garter belt and the corset and just looking at her made him shiver all over with desire. He had to have her, now, but this time he was going to set the pace. This time, he was going to make her beg.

Carefully, he aligned himself, nudging against her, and she moaned happily, pushing back against him. He slid inside her, just an inch or so, but he stopped there, breathing deeply and steadily. "Good?"

"Yes. More." Megan arched her back, and Merlin, she was so beautiful, her pale skin flushed all over with want.

"More?" Slowly, he pushed a little deeper, but pulled back immediately, teasing her, tormenting her, even though he could barely stand it himself.

"Merlin, yes. More. Please." She whined a little. "Oh please, Duncan, I need-"

"What do you need?" Another shallow thrust, and she was clenching hard around him, whimpering softly. "Tell me."

"You. Inside me. Please." She sounded almost desperate now. "I can't-"

He'd meant to keep it up a little longer, until she was begging properly, but just then, she tightened around him again, and he gave up. Pulling back, he thrust inside her again, one smooth, deep stroke this time, burying himself completely inside her. And Megan sighed with relief, taking him all in, so hot, so soft, so perfect.

There were no more words after that, no more teasing and playing. He kept it slow for as long as he could manage, deep, rhythmic strokes, designed to keep her on the edge for as long as was humanly possible. But there came a point when he lost the rhythm, when he had to go faster, harder, his whole body crying out for release. He made her come before he did, though, made her scream his name not once but twice, before she went boneless in his arms. It only took a moment for him to follow her, pouring himself into her tight heat in a single, glorious moment of ecstasy.

Megan was glad for Duncan's strong arms around her, because her legs had turned to jelly and her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. This was what she'd been craving, ever since she'd set her sights on Duncan, this was what she'd been dreaming about. Messing around with the spells had been fun, and their first quick encounter on the floor of his office had been hot and exciting. But this…

Tasting him, touching him, and feeling his mouth on her in return, had been so overwhelming she was still trembling. Megan had never had such an experienced lover before, and his confidence and skill were a definite bonus in her book. And Merlin, once he'd been inside her, he'd kept going forever! There was definitely something to be said for being with an older man.

He was slowly pulling back now, allowing her to turn over. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the dingy hotel room ceiling, trying to get her bearings. She felt sticky, and a tiny bit sore, and the corset was getting uncomfortable. Gingerly, she got to her feet and walked across the room to the armchair where she'd left her clothes. Duncan didn't say a word, but she felt his eyes on her all the time, and when she unclasped the garter belt and began rolling down her stockings, she heard him gasp softly.

Ah. You like that. Smiling to herself, Megan took her time, putting on a little show for him. When she turned back toward the bed, he was still watching her with captivated interest. He had stretched out on the bed, naked and relaxed, and she decided to return the favour and take a proper look at him. After all, she hadn't really seen him naked before.

He was in good shape, she noted with approval, with well-toned muscles under dark skin, and he looked fit and healthy. Hairy all over, as she'd guessed, and a lot wider in the chest and shoulders and thicker around the waist than Carver had been. More solid somehow, less graceful. Not nearly as pretty, but everything about him screamed man at her, and she liked that.

"Help me with this?" She sat down next to him, with her back to him so he could help her take off the corset, which was really beginning to bother her now.

"Sure." Slowly, he began to unhook it, his fingers trailing along her back, caressing every inch of skin he bared. "How did you get your hands on this kind of lingerie anyway?"

"My brother's fiancé took me shopping in Paris before I came here." Megan grinned at the memory. Orana wasn't nearly as boring as she'd thought at first, and in fact, only too willing to take her future husband's little sister under her wing. "Do you like it?"

"Don't play the innocent." Duncan's voice had dropped to a low growl. "You knew exactly what you were doing to me."

"Well, yeah." The last hook came undone and Megan wiggled out of the corset with a sigh of relief. "Ooof. What a pain. Totally worth it, though." She fluttered her eyelids at Duncan, relieved to see the corners of his mouth twitch. "Oh, come on, Duncan. Don't tell me you regret it."

"I don't." He raised his hand to cup one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with the rough pad of his thumb. Megan shivered, and now he was definitely smiling. "You're so lovely. And I want you more than you can imagine."

The look in his eyes was so intense that Megan had to turn away to hide the sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. "Well, that's good." She kept her tone light. "Because I want you, too."

He didn't reply, so she plucked up her courage to look at him again. "We can meet here any time, you know. The hotel isn't expensive, and no one will notice." Megan held her breath for a moment, afraid she'd sounded too pushy, but she was getting tired of all the elaborate stratagems. "Duncan, please. You want it, I want it. And we're both old enough to know what we're doing."

"Are we?" Duncan sighed briefly, but his hand was still on her breast, and his caresses were slowly getting more insistent. "I'm not so sure, Megan. I should know better, and I don't think you understand-"

"I understand perfectly. You're older than me, you're my teacher, we shouldn't be doing this, you feel guilty about it, oh, and if we get caught, we'll be in trouble." She ticked the points off one by one on her fingers. "There. Have I forgotten anything?"

He shook his head, looking vaguely dazed. "No, but-"

"I know all these things." She shook her head. "I just don't see why we should let any of it bother us. No one is going to find out. I mean, what are the odds? And as for the rest, well, look at it this way…" Moving a little closer, she placed a hand on his thigh. "You've already slept with me twice. Doing it again won't make a difference, will it?"

"I think I detect a logical flaw there." He was smiling again, though, and Megan knew she'd won. "Besides, I don't think I'm going to be up for 'doing it again' any time soon."

"Well, I'm sure we'll find something to do while we wait for you to recover," Megan purred. "We have plenty of time. I've booked the room until tomorrow morning, so we just have to make sure we're back before dawn. And I'm sure there's a lot you can teach me, professor."

"Bloody hell, Megan, please don't call me that." With another sigh, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "All right. Let's see. Now, there's this spell…"

"So… Was the book all you were hoping for?" Morrigan's voice carried not even the slightest hint of innuendo, but Megan wasn't fooled. Morrigan was a shrewd observer, and she had to be careful not to give too much away.

"Well, some of the spells were pretty interesting. Not what I'd expected from a teacher." Megan shrugged. "But hey, Professor Delagardie wrote it ages ago, didn't he? He's probably forgotten all about his wild youth by now."

"You think?" Yes, Morrigan's glance was altogether too perceptive. "He doesn't look that old to me. And-"

Fortunately, they were interrupted by a gaggle of younger students crossing their path at this point. They seemed to be in a hurry to get to class, shuffling and elbowing each other out of the way, and Megan mentally shook her head at their behaviour. Kids! It seemed impossible that she had been like them only a few short years ago.

When the way was finally clear again, they headed for their classroom. They were going to practise nonverbal spells in a small group with Madame Maxime today, and she was looking forward to the class.

"Megan! Let me-" Before she could reach for the door, a tall guy with a shy smile had already opened it for her, politely holding it for her until she'd gone in.

"Alistair. Thank you!" She smiled brightly at him, and he blushed to the roots of his hair, muttering something unintelligible. Aww. Cute.

There were only about thirty students in the special programme, so Megan had met Alistair before, but they hadn't really talked much so far. He was very quiet in class, and tended to stammer when he had to answer a direct question. But she was sure he wasn't stupid, just shy and terribly self-conscious. From what she'd gathered, he hadn't attended Hogwarts, but had been homeschooled by his strict uncle who didn't approve of the school curriculum.

"You really shouldn't encourage him." Morrigan's crisp, clear voice tore her out of her musings.

"Why not?" Megan raised a questioning eyebrow. "He's a darling, don't you think? And have you seen those arms?"

Morrigan sniffed disdainfully. "Yes, well. Some of us have standards, you know."

"And what do you mean by that?" Frowning, Megan turned to confront her.

"Well, weren't you all over Daveth just a few days ago?" Morrigan smiled, a tad maliciously. "It's none of my business, obviously, but-"

Before she could say more, Madame Maxime entered the room and they had to focus on the lesson. But Megan's mind was racing. Shit. She'd forgotten all about Daveth in the excitement of meeting with Duncan. But she would have to find a way to handle him. Why is this all so complicated?

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