Was it possible to get addicted to a person?

She had taken over his mind. It was almost like years of repression had meant there was a backlog of longing, a whole dam of obsession that had been hiding behind fragile walls. It was swamping him now, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.

He didn't like to think of himself as a sap, but damn if he didn't feel like pulling out all the stops. Girls liked flowers, right? He should get some flowers. She would like that. He'd never done that before, for anyone, but it felt like the right thing to do now.

There was still the slight issue that they seemed to be going about this a bit backwards, but better late than never-

"Earth to Jacob?"

Ned was waving a hand in Jacob's face, trying to get his attention.

Jacob blinked slowly. "I, uh… yes?"

"If you'd like to join the rest of us, we wanted to know if you planned to come out with us tonight? Given that you keep ditching?"

He looked around the table. At Agnes, with a cigarette between her fingers, furtively glancing around in case any teachers decided to wander by. Ned, scowling over his bacon sandwich, his eyebrow arched. Rob was fixated on his mobile, likely arguing with someone on Twitter.

All he could see in his mind's eye was Evie's soft lips panting at him. "No, I don't think so."

"Seriously, the hell is up with you lately? You're never around, you keep spacing out all the time like you're fucking on something- and if you are, you should share-"

Rob broke in without even looking up from his mobile. "Isn't it obvious? He's met someone."

Agnes whipped around. "Really? You?"

"Fuck off," Jacob mumbled.

Rob tucked his mobile in his jacket pocket with a grin before he broke into a sing-song voice. "Someone's in looo-oooove."

He couldn't exactly show up at her school doors with flowers. That would look odd. So, he got a small and bright bouquet of something colourful at the Sainsbury's and awkwardly stuffed it in his backpack, praying that they wouldn't get too crushed.

The doors of her school were packed with milling students, as always, making it hard to spot her. St. Animus Grammar School loomed in gothic font over them all, the iron-wrought words stately and confident in their own self-importance.

Like its students. Pricks.

When she finally came running out, he started the bike, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Listen, it turns out I have some work to do here- and besides, I heard from Father, he's home early today. You go ahead; I'll just take the bus."

For some reason, this stung. "What, we don't spend time together if we're not…" He glanced around, not wanting to say the words in public, but knowing she would follow his meaning.

She turned a little pink. "I thought you wouldn't want to."

"Wouldn't want…" Did she think that he was touching her because- what, just because she was around and he could? He quickly flipped through his memories to see if he had ever given her any evidence to the contrary. Nothing sprung to mind. Okay, so, he maybe could've been a little more forthcoming. He could fix that.

He shrugged off his backpack and opened it for her. "Of course I want to see you. Evie, I bought you flowers. Can I just sit while you do your work?"

Her eyes were wide as she stared at his bag. She blinked at it, and then back at him, and then back at the flowers again. "Those are for me?"

"Like I'd bother for anyone else."

It was slow and hesitant at first. But as he watched, she lit up like the sun, glowing from within and projecting all of her happiness directly onto him. It made him warm from top to toe.

The flowers were definitely a good idea.

She couldn't quite believe it.

But true to his word, he sat in the library across from her, absently flipping through her books and frowning at them.

He looked a bit out of place, rumpled school jumper and polyester trousers a jarring contrast to the sea of sleek St. Animus blazers. But he also looked frustratingly handsome, and she could see that he was attracting covert glances from nearby female students. As well as the occasional male student.

Being wooed was delightful, she decided. As that was surely what this had to be; flowers were romantic, and someone as straightforward as Jacob would never get them for any other reason. She felt a happy flush at the thought again, eager to get home and put the daisies in water, a tangible reminder that whatever was happening was slightly more complex than just hormonal fumbling.

After a while, he stopped fidgeting and folded his hands, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. She leaned across the table and gave him a poke with her pencil. "You know, I appreciate the thought, but you don't have to force yourself to be here."

"No," he said instantly. She recognized that stubborn set to his jaw. "I wanted to spend the afternoon with you. I'm staying."

With a little smile, she set back to work on her notes, determined to get through her calculus as quickly as possible.

He drifted off at some point. The library was a nice sort of muffled quiet, and he hadn't been sleeping very well since Evie started appearing in his dreams.

He wasn't sure how long he slept, but he awoke to Evie tapping him on the cheek, her bag packed and slung over her shoulder, the light outside fading through the windows. "I'm finished," she said, as he stretched and yawned loudly, earning him a filthy look from some of the other students.

Lurching to his feet, he made to go for the door, but she shook her head.

Beckoning him, she headed further into the library. "I want to show you something."

She led him past tall shelves packed with books, the air growing thicker as they retreated into the stacks.

"I used to volunteer here," she said, "do you remember? And I learned some things."

"Like?"

"Like about here." She came to a stop in a sort of enclosed corner tucked in a darker corner of the library, the shelves absolutely stuffed with books that looked like they hadn't been disturbed in years.

"What about here?"

Motioning him further in, she put her hands on his chest. "This is the law reference section, but all of this has been indexed online…"

"Okay?"

She was starting to look a bit impatient with him for not keeping up. "So no one ever comes back here."

Oh. It finally twigged.

Sliding his hands around her waist, he was about to pull her in for a kiss when she pressed her lips to his chin, and then his neck, and then his chest. He froze as she steadily worked her way down, landing on her knees, face against his stomach in kisses that he couldn't feel through his heavy jumper.

The blood was rushing to his hips so fast that he felt like he might pass out.

When she reached his trousers, he let out a stifled groan.

"Quiet," she whispered, giggling a little. "We're out of sight, not out of hearing."

She was feathering kisses through the fabric now, looking up at him with just the hint of a sly smile. All he could do was watch, immobile, as she unbuttoned his trousers with a flick, sliding the zipper down so she could press a kiss to his boxers.

There was a puff of air as she let out a little sigh. "Will you ask nicely?"

He closed his eyes and felt a surge of… That feeling again, mixed in with the lust and anticipation. The desire to bend her to his will. To dominate. To own.

Reaching down, he curled his fingers into her hair. It was braided today, some sort of intricate pattern that was easy to hang onto. Twisting her head back, he made sure she was watching him. "I don't beg, remember?"

There was a twitch of confusion.

"You beg for me."

Her eyes took on that dreamy look that he was starting to recognize, her shoulders relaxing. There was the sound of someone coughing in the distance, the reminder of where they were only serving to spike his lust with adrenaline.

Hunching over until his lips almost touched the top of her head, he whispered. "So do it. Beg for me."

"Please," she breathed, barely a sound.

"Please what?"

She was still, so still that she could've been a statue, were it not for the soft texture of her hair and the subtle rise of her chest. "Please let me..." Her words trailed off into silence, swallowed up by the thick carpets and sound dampening miles of books.

"Please let me what?"

He barely recognized her voice, supplicating as it was. "Please let me suck you."

She had to say the words. He gave her hair a quick tug that made her eyelashes flutter. "Suck what?"

Part of him wanted to hurry this along, because his dick desperately needed to be touched. Just as powerfully, though, part of him wanted to drag it out for as long as he could manage, given the obvious effect it was having on her.

The words were breathed against his hips. Some day, he'd get her to say them when she was looking at him- so he could savour what they did to her- but for now, it would do. "Please let me suck your cock."

Straightening, he released her quickly, gripping the shelves around him while she worked to pull his dick free. When she put her mouth on him, it was sloppy and a bit awkward, but he was so enthralled by the view that he honestly didn't give a shit about finesse. If anything, the fact that she was clearly unpracticed gave him a bit of a thrill; he didn't want to think about her doing this with anyone else. He wanted to be her first everything from here on out if he possibly could.

She gave a few tentative bobs before she pushed down on him as much as she could manage, and it took all of his self-control to not groan out loud at the movement. Placing his fingers on the back of her head, he guided her gently until she set a rhythm that made his cock throb, the hot wetness of her mouth endlessly better than anything his hand could ever hope to replicate.

If it was possible to become addicted to someone, he was rapidly becoming dependent.

Suddenly she was adding suction and his brain almost whited out, fingers scrabbling against the shelves. Oh fuck he had to control himself- she eased up and he nearly gasped when she switched to some sort of swirling motion around the tip with her tongue. Clever girl, clever- shit fuck damn it—

She pulled away for a moment and swiped at her mouth. "Good?" she asked, colour high in her cheeks, hair now pulled a little askew from her braids.

"You have no idea," he managed, doing his utmost to not let his knees shake.

She lowered her eyes. "I know I don't really know- I mean, I did a bit of reading about this—"

She had done reading, Christ, of course she had, and for a moment he was more grateful than he had ever been for his sister's studious nature. He put his fingers to her chin and lifted her face again, so he could look at her. "Evie, this is so fucking incredible that I am literally seconds from losing it- speaking of which, unless you have tissues, I need to make a quick exit to the loos."

"Oh no, no," she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, "I can do it."

The sound that his brain made was just incoherent whining. "What."

"I'll just swallow, it's fine."

Just. Fucking just like that wasn't something that'd he lain awake over countless nights, something that he'd probably be wanking off to for the next month and a half.

His silence seemed to make her uncertain. "Unless you don't want me to?"

No no nonono this chance was not passing him by, not in a million years. Summoning some of that old focus, he leant down again, so he could turn her head and whisper against the shell of her ear. "I want nothing more than to come in that pretty fucking mouth." She shuddered out a long sigh and he nipped her earlobe quickly before straightening again.

She was already more confident when she started again, and he immediately realized that all of his effort was going to need to go into being quiet. He'd been trying to hold back and let her lead, but fuck it felt good, and he started to buck his hips in erratic bursts, little thrusts into her warm and willing mouth. To his unrestrained delight, she let him, face scrunching as she tried to accommodate more of him and godfuckingdamnit she was just so cute with her freckles and her hands fisted in her skirt and she looked so innocent and she was fucking sucking him off and ohholychrist-

The release was a tidal wave, building steadily before it abruptly hit the shore with a thunderous roar. He had to stuff his knuckles in his mouth and bite down to stop from making any noise; she made a little whine in the back of her throat as he felt each new spurt rush through him, and he twitched violently at the sensation the sound produced.

Still in awe, he stared as she pulled away and tipped her head back as she swallowed. Somewhat daintily, she rearranged his clothes, zipping him back up- which was just as well, because there was a very good possibility that he was going to fall over if he let go of the shelf.

When she stood, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "I really appreciate your staying to visit today."

His mind was still swimming. "You do know- that you didn't have to- that I was just happy to visit-"

"I know," she said, shooting him a bright grin. "I just wanted to taste you, that's all."

It was definitely possible to become addicted to a person. He was already a junkie.