ROLEPLAY HQ - coffee-and-comfort

Muse A is a college student, reeling from stressing over midterms. Drowning their worries at the campus coffee shop one night, Muse A encounters their professor, Muse B. Muse B is looking for an outlet to plug in their laptop and Muse A offers the one beside their table. Muse B joins Muse A for a coffee and they exchange small talk as Muse B grades coursework. As the evening progresses, the conversation continues and by the time the cafe is ready for closing, the pair is left with a desire to keep the conversation going. Feeling it inappropriate to “hang out” together off-campus, Muse A and Muse B make unofficial plans to continue their chat at the cafe the following night. Muse A and Muse B have such deep/meaningful/enjoyable conversations that they resolve to start meeting each other to talk once a week. Gradually, an attraction develops between the pair and they cautiously embark on a relationship. The pair must keep their affairs secret because of potential repercussions for them both. {I play Muse A} {bonus points if you use Zachary Quinto as a face claim

but I’ll accept anyone <33 } Snow had just begun to fall, the fluffy white flakes falling slowly onto the ground, covering the cement walkways in a thin white layer. Charlie quickly walked through the snow, her sneakers kicking aside the snow as she walked briskly. She was clad in only a sweater with the letters N.Y.U. printed on the front and a winter hat, carrying several notebooks and textbooks with her. She could see the warm orange lights of the campus coffee shop up ahead, causing her to speed up her walk. “Please let there be room..” She muttered to herself. The sounds of her sneakers on the concrete were muffled by the snow. The soft shrill sound of the bell went off as she opened the door. Charlie took a quick look around, smiling as she found one last empty table in the back corner of the coffee shop. She quickly walked over, placing her books down as a way to claim the table for herself. She quickly walked back to the front counter, smiling politely at those around her. “I’ll just get a hot chocolate for now. Need to warm up before I get the caffeine in me.” She chuckled awkwardly. The barista just nodded as she punched in the order. Upon payment, the barista informed Charlie that she could stay seated and she would bring the drink out herself. Charlie simply nodded, thanking the girl in the green apron behind the counter before sitting in her respectful seat at the last free table. Midterms were a bitch. Overwhelming. The studying was drowning her. When was the last time she spoke to someone else beyond a groggy good morning to her dorm mate? Or actually left her dorm to go anywhere other than the library? She couldn’t remember. Her mind was chock-full of formulas she needed to remember. The clock on the wall read 6:49pm, and the coffee shop closed at midnight. That left her enough time to study as much as her brain would allow her too. It was going to be a long night…

Zachary was not running late, but he really wasn't running early either. He looked down at his watch, 6:50pm, he had just pulled into the parking lot across from the coffee shop that Charlie had chosen. It had been a couple days and 'coffee talks' they had called it since they first met inside the coffee shop at the university. He stood up and stretched out his 6'4" frame as he got out of the car. He moved to the doors of the building swinging them open. There he saw Charlie sitting at a back table of the shop. He let his hand go up in a wave as he walked to the counter. He had met Charlie, as he meets most people now a days, at the university. Zachary was one of the youngest professors at N.Y.U., and had a couple of classes at the university. His class with Charlie was his most interesting one as it required he be moved to a lecture hall due to the amount of students that had signed up for the class. He didn't mind it, but he did pay this class a bit of extra attention. He also had paid Charlie a bit of extra attention as well. The day that they shared a booth in the university coffee shop, there was a connection between the two, there was no doubt about that. But, student and teacher? That would never work out, or would it? He tried not to think about that option. As he walked to the counter, standing in line, he browsed the menu for a moment, before deciding the usual. "Coffee, black, three sugars, three creams." The barista nodded and said she would bring the coffee out to him at his table, he turned and made his way to the table with Charlie, placing his laptop carrier down, he smiled, "Good afternoon, Charlie, how are you?"

Charlie glanced up from the notebooks as she heard the door open. A strong gust of wind came in, but quickly dissipated into the warmth of the coffee shop. She smiled brightly as her eyes fixated on the professor, quickly waving back towards him as he stood in line. Charlie quickly began moving her notebooks around so there would be room for him to sit down, not wanting to crowd him as he did the work he also needed to get done. Once he sat down, Charlie perked up slightly. “It’s more evening than afternoon.” Charlie laughed quietly, putting her pencil down on the table. “I’m doing okay, though. I have one more exam on Monday, and then I’m done with finals.” She smiled brightly. It was a Friday night, which explained why the coffee shop was so busy that evening. The barista came by the table and dropped off their drinks, the steam from them making the temperature at the table rise just slightly. “Grading papers today? Or studying?” Charlie asked before she took a small cautionary sip of her hot chocolate. Charlie had always been looking forward to the ‘coffee talks’ she’s been having with Zachary lately. Especially during a week as exhausting as exams, having someone to just talk too was always nice. And Zachary, or as most knew him on campus, Professor Thomas, was always a joy to talk too. Charlie always knew she was attracted to him on some level, and she didn’t really make a big effort to hide it. He was tall, attractive, smart, and he held a good conversation. But, Charlie knew the rules, and so did Zachary. As much as she could keep a secret, she wasn’t sure if he was okay with risking his job, or if she wanted to risk her scholarship. It was a tricky situation, but the coffee talks they had made up for it, yet, it never felt like enough for her. The coffee shop was getting increasingly louder, but still quiet enough that Charlie could block out the outside conversations to talk to Zachary and do her work. She knew she could always go back to her dorm

11:05

if she wanted peace and quiet, or the library, but she didn’t want to give up the chance to talk to him. “It’s getting colder, isn’t it?” She giggled, warming her hands up on the mug that held her drink.

Zachary smiled as she talked, he did really enjoy her company, even though it probably wasn't the most ethical thing a professor could do with one of their students, but at this point, he considered her a good friend. "Grading finals today," he said with a smile, a response to her question of what he was doing, "I think I have graded yours already. I don't wanna ruin the surprise, but you will find it on your grades page." He giggled and smirked at her as the bustle of the coffee shop moved around them. He enjoyed her company, he thought again, did she? Or was this just a ploy to get in better with the professor? It wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened to him, and he knew it would not be the last, but he took her confidence in stride and accepted that she really did enjoy his company. Smiling back at her, "It really is," he said with a mock shiver as the cold air from the doors once hit them again as more local college students came moving into the shop. He really didn't care if he was seen with the student, but things could float around a college campus really quickly, he hoped that this would not. He really enjoyed his job, which he had only had for one year at this point. He didn't wanna lose it not, "Finals usually mean either hot or cold weather and I hate both of them, why can't we stay at 68 degrees and sunny all year round?" He joked.

“Sounds like fun.” Charlie said with a soft smile, picking up her pencil again to continue writing notes. She stopped when he said he already graded her final, which certainly piqued her interest. She glanced up at him, chewing the inside of her cheek. “As much as I want to know if I passed, I think I can wait to find out.” She said with a small giggle, turning back to her notebook. Her hand raised up to push some of her long hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear. “If it could be fall or early spring all year round, I think I would be happy.” Charlie spoke up, her pencil scribbling random formulas she needed to learn across her page. “I don’t mind winter, but I really only enjoy it when I get to relax with a warm drink in front of a fireplace. Waking up at 6am to walk through the snow for an 8am lecture isn’t exactly my cup of tea.” Charlie joked, looking back up at the professor. The other students in the coffee shop didn’t seem to notice them at all. Most were talking about their plans for winter break, or worrying about whether or not they passed their finals. No one so much as bat an eye towards Zachary and Charlie, though there was a fear that some rumour would spread around about them. The door opened again, more students joining their respective friend groups, the conversations growing. Another sip of her drink, more written formulas, all the little things that added to the moment she was sharing with him. “I get the lure of the coffee shop, but it’s just… loud.” Charlie said with a small chuckle, glancing at the tables of growing crowds, all smiling and laughing as they enjoyed their time together.

"I know, right?" He said with a smile, "I like my office at work, or my apartment, both are quieter, but what can ya do?" Zachary looked over the environment around them and sighed, while they were getting crowded in and his social anxiety was continuing to grow, he didn't want to leave. He was enjoying the presence of the girl in front of him, but should he? That question would always be there for him, he was just looking at this as a friendly conference and need to quit thinking of it in any other way. "I agree with the fall or spring all year round though," Zachary said as he smiled over to the girl, "Both, I guess I don't have to walk through the snow to get to the lectures, I do have a car, but it sucks in the snow though." As they sat there and chatted, the coffees were brought over to them, both drinks sat steaming in front of them, Zachary smiled and took a sip. The sigh escaped from his lips as the caffeine began to flow through him. "So good," he said, "But, I wish we were not around all this noise."

Charlie’s social battery was quickly running low as the coffee shop became more crowded. It was getting harder to study, to hear Zachary, to focus on anything. She sighed lightly, shrugging her shoulders as she highlighted the notes she was working on. Some majors had finished finals that day, so a lot of students were taking their weekend to enjoy with their friends before going home for winter break. It was understandable, and kind of her fault for not going somewhere quieter in the first place. The coffee shop was always crowded on the weekend, but she looked forward to the time with Zachary. Thoughts began swirling in her mind as she stared mindlessly at the coffee. It took a small leap of faith, and some arguing with herself in her mind. It wouldn’t be weird, right? It could be considered help with studying. Even though she was attracted to him, she had a feeling he didn’t see her the same way. Just… friendly talks while working. Finally, Charlie spoke up. “Should we get out of here? Go to your office or something? It’s loud, but I don’t want to stop talking.” Charlie asked, loud enough for Zachary to hear but quiet enough that the other students couldn’t tune in on their conversation.

It just continued to get louder and louder as they sat there, and likwise, Zachary's social battery drew closer and closer to empty. However, when Charlie asked if he would like to go to his office, he smiled, it was definitely a place where they could get some peace and quiet... and be alone. His mind swirled for a moments with thoughts, but quickly were erased when he was hit in the side by another group of students scooting past them to the back of the coffee shop. "Yeah, definitely, let's get out of here, we can take my car..." Zachary stood, placing his laptop in the bag on his hip and smiling, uncharacteristically offering his hand to her to help her out of her seat. As they began to walk, he grabbed both of their to go cups of coffee and carried them with him. Once they began out the door, he could feel the cool air on his skin. He didn't like it, but could tell that she didn't like it anymore. He smiled as he stood there for a moment, placing the coffees on a newspaper stand, and removed his over jacket. He placed the jacket around her shoulders, "Might be warmer this way," Zachary said as they begin to move towards the parking lot with his car, "I am already warm enough." As they stride across the street to the parking lot, his car, a newer Chrysler 300 sat awaiting them. He pressed the button on his key fob unlocking the car and walking to the passenger side with Charlie. Swinging the door open, he offered her a seat.

The evening quickly turned to night as it did all throughout winter. The stars were shining in the sky, little white dots that decorated the black background they sat on. It was considerably colder than it was when she arrived, and even though she didn’t say anything, Charlie smiled as Zachary put his jacket around her. She tried hard to hide her blush, thanking her lucky stars that it was dark enough to hide the furious rosy blush on her pale skin. Notebooks and textbooks in hand, Charlie followed Zachary to his car. The snow crunched beneath her sneakers, keeping her head down to block the wind that was blowing in her face. It wasn’t a far walk to the car, but by the time she climbed in, she shivered quietly. She thanked him for opening the door, ever the gentleman. As he walked around the car to the drivers side, Charlie set her books in the backseat to minimize the crowding by her feet. She slid her arms properly into the sleeves of his jacket. It was warm, and had a faint scent of cologne. “Man, that wind sure is picking up.” She said, looking out the window. Charlie tried hard to hide her emotions, wanting to seem calm, but in all truth, her stomach was doing flips. This was the first real time they were alone with each other.

What was he doing? He thought to himself again, but quickly surpressing those thoughts behind the fact that it was just a study/grading session. He thought of this as a private tutor session. As he came around to the driver side of the car, placing his laptop in the back seat, he did catch her eyes in the moment. He melted in her eyes for a moment, before shutting the door and finding his way to the driver seat. Quickly turning on the car and turning on the heat in the blowers as well as the seats, he smiled at here, "Seems like it is coming from a weather system down south," he stated, "And when it gets stuck between the buildings here, it stays..." He smiled at her before launching into a story, "You know, I grew up in Tennessee, and we would never see weather like this before mid December, but it seems like up here, you never stop seeing the cold stuff. It's always rain, wind, snow, or something." The small talk kept him from doing what he really wanted to do in that moment, but he looked at her with inquisitive glances as he started the car, "So, where are you from, Charlie?"

“Oh, I hope we don’t get snowed in. I’m staying here over the break and the last thing I want is to be stuck in the dorms.” Charlie laughed, scratching the back of her neck. Her eyes continuously flickered over to him, trying to find words to say, but her brain was mush in his presence. “Yeah, it always seems to be cold here.” She glanced out the window. The snow was beginning to fall a bit faster, but not enough for Charlie to worry. Once the heat started in the car, she felt immediate warmth, yet a part of her wanted to keep the jacket on. Extra warmth doesn’t hurt, right? Her mind tried to justify her actions in that moment, pushing her worries aside. “Oh, me? I’m originally from Florida, but I’ve lived here in New York for a few years.” She said with a smile, turning to Zachary. The ambient noises around her faded to the back of her mind as she stared at him.

As Zachary started the car, putting it into reverse and moving out of the parking lot, he laughed, "And you left Florida," he exclaimed with a level of sarcasm in his tone, "For this?" Motioning his hand to the skyline, which had several large buildings glowing in the distance, but was slightly obscured by the blowing of snow across the channel between them. He smiled, "I don't know if I would have left Florida for all of this," as he noticed her staying in his coat, but he wasn't objecting, "I like my sunny weather, but I bet it was a humid mess there."

Charlie laughed, shaking her head. “It wasn’t exactly my choice to leave Florida, but I’m glad I did.” Her face was soft, a hint of blush resting on her cheeks. “Because yeah, the humidity. Great place for a vacation, but the heat can get to be a bit much sometimes.” Charlie quickly added, chuckling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Charlie turned her attention back to the weather outside. Just looking at the snow made her shiver slightly, despite the heaters and his jacket. His jacket. Is it weird to keep wearing it? Charlie glanced back over to Zachary. “So, are we almost there?” She asked, straightening her back slightly as she leaned back against the seat.

Zachary did catch the hint of a flirtious tone in her comments, but left it standing at that for the moment. He smiled as he watched the snow fall in front of them in the headlights of the car, "Almost there," he said as he watch the snow for a moment, getting lost like when he was a kid, he loved the snow at times, but from a warmer setting, "Shouldn't be long." He remained quiet for the moment while he driving into the N.Y.U. campus area. He drove to a larger hall of the building on site, sitting at about 6 stories tall as most buildings on campus, he motioned to the building, "That's the one, my office is on the third floor." As they pulled into the parking lot of the building, Zachary moved a parking placard to the driver side window, winking at Charlie, "Just in case..." He moved the car into park for the moment before beginning to get out of the car.

Charlie watched the buildings pass by, snow rushing by, the wind making ambient noises. Something about it seemed so… calm. As he spoke, she turned to look where Zachary was pointing. Most of the lights were off in the building, except maybe a few on the upper floors. Seems most of the professors had left campus already. Just as she glanced over to see what Zachary was talking about, she caught a glance of the wink he shot at her. Charlie swore she felt her heart stop for a moment, inhaling heavily as she looked down, trying to will away the blush forming. She felt the car park, and she looked up again, seeing they had arrived at their destination. She turned around in her seat, grabbing her books before exiting the car. She curled herself into the jacket just a little bit more, the wind hitting the exposed skin on the back of her neck with an icy anger. “Let’s go inside before I freeze.” She laughed, gripping her books tighter so she wouldn’t drop them.

Wanting to help her out of the car, as he grabbed the laptop from the back seat, he saw that she had already gotten out on her own will. He kicked himself in that moment for not being quicker to help. He smiled as he grabbed the laptop, joining her in a quick moment, "Here?" he said with a smile, "Let me carry those so you can stay warm." Reaching over, he looked for her to hand off the books as they walked across the parking lot of the campus building. A sign on the building read, "Gregory Hall" as they came closer to the door. Once they arrived, he opened the door with a smile, offering her a refugee into the warmer building.

Charlie smiled, handing him the books. Immediately, she shoved her hands in the already long sleeves to shield them from the wind. She followed quickly behind him, the stark height difference meaning he walked marginally faster than her. Once inside the building, Charlie made a sigh of relief. “Ah, warm building.” She said, revealing her hands once again. She shivered slightly in the jacket, getting used to the difference in temperature. “Shall we?” Charlie asked, looking down the lit hallway at the elevator on the other side.

"We shall," he smirked as he walked forward, "Have you been to this side of campus before?" Zachary asked acknowledging the size of the campus. N.Y.U. was definitely one of the biggest campus in the country at this point and he definitely had not been to all the parts of it since it wasn't required of staff. As he continued down the hall way, he pressed the up button on the elevator waiting for the car to arrive so they could go up to his office. "I know I have not been to many areas of the campus, the law hall and the teaching offices mostly, but I tend to not venture more than I need too." As the car arrives to the first floor, a ding is heard. Doors opening, it is empty as the two of them step in, Zachary letting Charlie take the step ahead of him and asking, "Can you hit third floor?"

Charlie followed closely behind him, the footfalls being the only thing heard in the hallways besides their conversation. “I have not been here before. It’s easy to get lost on this campus, so I try to stay in areas I’m familiar with.” She laughed, falling beside him as they waited for the elevator. They stepped into the elevator, turning to face the door as they closed. “Oh yeah, for sure.” Charlie leaned forward, pressing the button with the large 3 printed on it. Almost immediately, the elevator came to life once again, jostling them slightly as it started its venture to the third floor. She stood silently beside him, pondering the thoughts of whether she should speak up or not. Distracted by her thoughts, the loud ding of the elevator brought her back to reality. The doors opened up on the third floor, and Charlie stepped out. “Where to now?” Charlie asked, looking up at Zachary.

Remaining silent, the two of them rode to the third floor and once the doors open and Charlie stepped out, Zachary took the lead, "Follow me," he said with a smile, "It is just at the end of the hallway. So glad to get out of that coffee shop and the cold weather." Venturing down the longer hallway, for a few moments, they arrived at a larger locked door with a badge scanner in front of it. Zachary pulled his wallet out of his pants, modest jeans for casual work day today, and placed it against the badge scanner. With a ding and an unlock, the door in front of them was able to be pushed open. Entering the office, it was a bigger office by most standards. In the room, it was a larger room with a couch at the entrance of the room, flanked by two different book cases that contained plaques and trophies of sorts from his years of study and teaching. Flicking the light switch to the left of the door, lights flickered on in the room for a moment, bright over head lights. He smiled as he motioned for Charlie to walk in as he walked behind the desk at the end of the room, "Maybe a little less lights," he said with a smile as he clicked on a lamp in the back left corner of the room. As he walked back to the light switch in the room, "The view is nice if you wanna take a look,

20:08

In the right corner of the room, a top to bottom window stood in corner, reaching to midway on both walls. Through the light, a view of the campus and part of the water on the opposite side of campus could be seen. However, falling snow blocked a lot of the view.

Entering his office, Charlie was in awe of the sophisticated decor of the room. She glanced at the plaques, her hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase as she took in the room. It was a lot more mature than the posters and flags that usually covered the dorm walls. As Zachary adjusted the lights, she listened to his suggestion and walked to the window at the back of the room. Her eyes flickered to all the buildings outside, seeing the distant traffic lights and street lamps just barely shining through the snow. “Wow. You really have the best view.” Charlie said, turning to Zachary. Her eyes continued to glance around the room, but eventually landed on him, absentmindedly staring for a moment. “Well, I guess we should get started.” Charlie laughed, coming back to the present moment and away from the thoughts she was having about him. A small voice inside her head was telling her that being there was a bad idea, but she ignored it. It was just anxiety. She took off his jacket, hanging it on the coatrack by the door of the office. Charlie crossed the room again, sitting down on the chair in front of his desk as she grabbed her books. Her eyes continued to flicker up towards him, always wanting to find a reason to just.. talk.

Zachary placed his laptop bag on the corner of the desk and pulled it out. Placing it on the middle of the desk, he pulled a cable up from the middle-back section of it. He always keep three chargers, one at home, one in his bag, and one at work. Just incase. Zachary thought for a moment, he was always a just incase kinda guy. Never in his life was he just a spontaneous guy and with her it showed. This cute girl was in his office, she had been flirtious with him, but he did not push on it, because it would go against the plan. He stared at her beauty for a moment, just melting into her for a moment, why could he not just be wild for a moment. He thought back to their first 'coffee talk,' he was very relucent to stay at a table with a student, let alone one that had been in his class, but he needed that wall plug in. Fate really had brought them two together on that day, why was he fighting against it so hard? He realized in that moment he was still staring, was she staring back? Oh no...

Charlie was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize she was staring at him… or that he was staring back. Her pencil was laid lazily in her hand, no notes being written on the paper. No actual work has been done yet, they seemed to be stuck in a stalemate. Who would make the first move? Would there be a first move? Was Charlie reading too much into it? Maybe he was tired, or maybe she had something on her face. Her hand reached up and wiped her cheek, not finding anything that he would be staring at. Her gaze never peeled away from him, the tension seeming to rise in the room. I should do something. No,I shouldn’t. Wait, yes. Charlie’s innermost thoughts battled within her, struggling to decide what she wanted to do. It seemed obvious that there was some level of chemistry there between them, right? Another smaller part of Charlie was worried that maybe she was reading too much into this moment, yet they still continued to stare at each other. The seconds passing felt like hours, time seemed to have slowed down in that moment. The desk was relatively empty, and it wasn’t an overly large desk either. Taking another leap of faith, which seemed to be happening a lot that night, Charlie stood up and leaned over the desk, propping herself up with one hand while the other travelled up to rest softly on his neck, slightly pulling him closer to her, and without a second thought, Charlie leaned in to kiss him.

Zachary watched for a moment, thinking about breaking eye contact in the moment, but as she moved he couldn't struggle to pull his eyes. He smiled as she stood, leaning over the desk. For a second, he felt like he was in a dream like state in his mind, but he was quickly shaken awake when he hand grasped his neck and she pulled him. Zachary shook, almost startled she grabbed his neck, but he was not resisting. He felt her lips come to his and make purchase. The first kiss is always described as fireworks and in this moment, it definitely was for Zachary, as their lips stayed connected for a moment longer than he had thought, he felt a surge of fireworks popping. No other thoughts, no other questions, nothing. Just fireworks. Once the kiss had broken, he stood for a second. Almost in shock and awe of the situation that just transpired in front of him or between the two of them. Standing there for what must have felt like an eternity, Zachary's head finally registered what had just transpired. He didn't know what to do at that point. Staring at her, he walked around the desk, smiling at her as he stood in front of her, really noticing the height difference between the two. 'Fuck it,' his mind thought, 'I want her...' His hands moved her face, cupping each of her cheeks in his hands. His head leaned in and placed another soft kiss onto hers.

As the kiss broke, Charlie didn’t move for a moment. She stared there, close to him, realizing what she had done. She could feel his breath against her lips, her eyes closed, worried that if she opened them, she would find herself alone in her dorm room, waking up from a dream. The first kiss was soft, breaking all the tension that had been building up over the few days they got to know each other on a personal level. She stood up straight, opening her eyes finally, happy to find herself staring at him. But as the time ticked away, a pang of regret set in. I fucked up, didn’t I? She was suddenly afraid she took it too far, thinking she would end up having to leave and that would be the end of it. Yet, her anxieties were proven wrong once again as she watched him walk over to her. She craned her neck to look up at him, her stomach doing flips as he smiled down at her. Time stopped for a moment, but sped up once again as she felt Zachary cup her face in his hands. She had to lean up on the tiptoes to comfortably reach him enough to kiss. Her hands found rest on his waist, pulling him closer to her. She smiled, not daring to break the tender moment between them. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. All thoughts of how risky this situation was were thrown out the window, Charlie genuinely did not care about the repercussions about this kiss, she only wanted him.

Any thoughts of reluctance in this moment quickly flew out of his mind and maybe out of the room entirely when she grabbed his waist and pulled him even closer to her. He smiled while in the kiss, letting their lips intertwine with each other for a few moments longer. He dared not break away from her kiss in that moment. He lips tasted sweeter, sweeter than any wine he had ever tasted, and just as addicting. He continued the kiss for a moment, letting his hands move down from her cheeks, resting them on her shoulders for a moment before going to her sides. The height difference between the two made it almost impossible for him to grab her hips like he wanted, so in that moment, he settled that he would move to her sides. As he broke away from the kiss, just a moment, he stared at her beautiful eyes. He knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Leaning down again, this time, for more than a kiss. Zachary would lean down to kiss her, but as their lips locked, he would scoop her up, placing a hand on the back of each of her thighs, lifting her up to eye level with him. Hoping she would wrap around his waist in the same way he had lifted her.

The moment felt surreal. Is this actually happening? Charlie ignored the thoughts in her head, instead focusing on the feeling of his lips against hers. As he lifted her up, Charlie quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck, helping her keep herself propped up as she continued the kiss. Her breathing quickened slightly, just barely noticeably faster. She couldn’t hide it anymore. Charlie wanted him. Not just physically, but in anyway she could. The age difference didn’t matter to her. She was 21, an adult in college, and he piqued every interest she had. He was a gentleman, kind in every way possible, intelligent. Even the way he held her was soft. “Should we move to the couch?” Charlie asked between deepened kisses, her hand gripping his shirt slightly.

The same thoughts rolled through his mind as well, as he continued with the kiss. Getting his wish and having her wrap her legs around him, the warmth of her body connect with his was almost to send him into a full ecstasy right there, but Zachary composed himself on the sounds of her words, the requested ringing in his ears at the moment. Zachary actually shook his head at her request, "I actually had a different idea," sitting her on the edge of his desk, he let his hands move anything and everything from the desk into the floor, including his very expensive laptop. Although, his mind didn't hinder onto the laptop for very long as the clatter of pens, papers, books, and metal objects rattled on the floor, he pushed into her kiss for a moment before breaking away, quickly loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it loose. His lips made contact with hers and his tongue entered her lips, looking for hers.

Charlie felt Zachery put her down on the desk, her mind paying little attention to the sounds of objects falling to the floor as she rushed to take off her sweater. She tossed it to the ground, revealing the button up shirt she wore underneath, which was tucked into the jeans she wore. She watched his shirt become undone, and suddenly, he was all over her once again. Her soft hands ran up his abdomen and chest, roaming his body before sliding beneath the shirt, pushing it off his body and onto the ground. The kiss was feverish, chock full of needs. Their tongues fought for dominance, dancing together. Charlie wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him close as her hands travelled up, her right hand resting on his neck and the other tangling into his hair. “I like this idea a lot better.” She breathed out, looking at him for only a moment before diving back in for a hungry kiss.

Zachary smiled into her kiss after the comment she just made, he needed her right there and now. He moaned lightly into her kiss as they continued to passionately push each other to the next motion. As his hands came up from the desk and began to explore her body, he let his hands move to the button down she was wearing. Breaking from the kiss for a moment, he moved to her ear and playfully growled, "This shirt staying on is not working for me," as he let his hands come between the third and fourth done up button of the shirt. With a quick yank, and buttons flying across the room, her shirt popped in with a grunt from him, revealing what she was wearing underneath.

Charlie inhaled sharply as she felt his hot breath against her ear, which was quickly followed by the buttons of her shirt flying across the room. She had been wearing a simply black bra & thong set beneath her clothes, which he could now see. Her hands reached down to the button of her jeans, her eyes never breaking contact with Zachary. She kicked off the sneakers she wore, letting them fall to the floor with a gentle and dull thud. She was growing impatient, but she loved letting him control the situation.

As Charlie didn't let the moment of shirt coming off effect her motivation in anyway made things even hotter for him, he pushed further. He pulled the rest of her shirt off, revealing the black bra underneath and quickly let his hand come behind, unhooking the bra and pulling it away as well, letting her breasts come free in the moment. He smiled as he looked down at them. He would be lying if he said he hadn't looked at them before, but they did look better in this light and free of any clothing. As her hands went to the button of her jeans, he smiled and watched as she kicked her shoes away. Unbuttoning her jeans, he let her lay back on the desk as he began to pull away her jeans. As he gripped the legs and pulled them away, laying there in front of her in her thong. He leaned forward, planting another kiss on her lips softly and pulling away again. He smiled at her as he began to fall to his knees in front of her.

The air hit her skin immediately, the room was a bit cooler on her nude body. Goosebumps formed on her skin where he touched her, it was like electricity flowing from his fingertips onto her skin. It was ecstasy. Pure bliss. A dream come true. She leaned back on the desk, propping herself on her elbows so she could continue to look at him. She wanted him- nay- she needed him. She made no effort to hide her needs. Her legs spread slowly, allowing him access to take off her thong. “It’s a little unfair that I don’t get to see more of you.” Her voice was like velvet, soft and smooth, no hint of nervousness in the air.

"Don't worry," he said with a smile, "You can pay it forward afterward. For the moment, lay back and enjoy." He let himself fall to his knees in front of the desk. It was almost perfect height for him, but he did have to lean in slightly. As she spread her legs, he gently said, "Good girl..." testing the waters with her as he did love dirty talk when it came to his sexual encounters. He smiled up at her as he grabbed the waist band of the black thong she was wearing and began to pull it off, before having a better thought. Pulling them slightly, he brought his mouth to the crotch side of her thong in front of him. He allowed his teeth to graze her skin lightly as he grabbed the fabric above her right thigh and pulled the underwear with his teeth and the help of his opposite hand. "I think I might keep these," he jokingly said, "Or I might put them in your mouth if you get too loud." He smiled at her as he looked down to see her fully naked, laying, spread out on his desk. He was in bliss in that moment. Leaning his head down, he allowed his tongue to make first contact, starting at the bottom of her wet lips, he licked in an upwards motion, gauging her reaction in the moment.

Charlie felt a feeling of euphoria overcome her body as he continued his actions. From the praise, to the touching, the teasing, him, she was in heaven. She looked at him with soft pleading eyes, nodding her head to show that would behave for him. She loved hearing her partners talk during sex, and it seemed he knew exactly what she wanted to hear. The feeling of his breath on the soft skin of her thighs, his hands tracing her skin. Charlie let out a soft moan, her back arching slightly as she felt his tongue against her most sensitive area. She knew she was going to have a problem being quiet, but Charlie didn’t care. She dropped from her elbows, her back flat on the desk. “Oh- fuck.” She managed to breath out, only just now realizing just how sensitive she was beneath his touch.

That was exactly what Zachary wanted to hear from her when he had run his tongue up her sensitive area, he smiled as he continued to do it slowly. Each lick, each trace of his tongue up her womanhood, made him smile even brighter and small moans escape from him as well. He looks up at her as she lies flat, letting his hands move to her thigh, holding them slightly apart but, more importantly, allowing him to grip and massage as he let his tongue continue to work over her wetness. She tasted amazing and he felt her buck and tense with every motion he made. He was so glad to have such control over this girl in the moment. He let his tongue slide across her lips once more before letting it roam to the top of her lips. Penetrating slightly, he looked softly for her clit, knowing that if she was this sensitive at the movement of his tongue on her wet lips, finding her clit would drive her over a wall.

Charlie continued to pant out slurred words. Her back arched slightly, her muscles contracting against his touch. He knew how to play her like a piano, touching the right spots to make a symphony of her own moans. His tongue against her already wet lips, squirming beneath him. Then, he found her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh my god.” She managed to moan out somehow, her hips inadvertently bucking towards him. “I- oh my god, Zachary.” She spoke, her breathing picking up pace.

Zachary almost shocked himself at how quickly that drove her into a heavily breathing frenzy. He smiled, he loved playing with her. It was almost like clay under his fingertips. Swirling his tongue slowly in circles around her clit, up and down slowly and softly. His right hand traced down her thigh, coming in contact with her pelvis bone, then moving to her wet lips. With his fingers, he slowly parted her lips below her clit, slowly inserting his middle and pointer finger inside of her. Watching for queues and clues on how she enjoyed it. He loved doing anything to make her moan for him.

Charlie could feel the wetness grow, her body warming up as he continued to work on her body. She felt a pit beginning to grow in her abdomen, growing slowly as he fingers and tongue worked in tandem between her legs. She felt herself contract around his fingers, her toes curling as her thighs rested on his shoulders. “Fuck- please don’t stop.” She begged, her voice somewhat high pitched and pleading, almost unable to speak between the noises she was making.

He continued at the same pace, wanting to get faster for his own personal pleasure, but continuing the same pace that she was already enjoying. He pushed his tongue along her clit, continuing to make small swirling motion as his fingers pushed inside of her deeper and deeper until he couldn't push forward anymore. He almost commanded, "Cum for me, good girl, cum for me."

The pit in her abdomen grew quickly as he moved. Charlie screwed her eyes shut, her moans becoming louder and more inconsistent. She didn’t have the energy to pull herself up to her elbows anymore, her hands trying to find something to grip on. The words he spoke was enough to push her over the edge, feeling herself become undone around him. The sounds she made were a mix of moans and pathetic attempts at speaking. Her legs shook slightly as her toes curled once again.

He continued to keep his motions steady and consistent, letting her roll through the motions of her orgasm. His mind filled with ecstasy, passion, and drive to give this girl everything she ever wanted. As her legs shook on his shoulder, he became happier than he had been in sometime, he enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. Letting her ride out the rest of her orgasm, he didn't want to stop until she was physically tapping out and telling him to stop.

Charlie felt the waves of pleasure crash over her body, almost unable to control the movements she made. Her body was quickly becoming overstimulated as she felt him continue. Another orgasm was beginning to form already, each one stronger than the last as her body became paid more attention to each small movement of his fingers and tongue. She sat up quickly, propping herself up on one hand. Charlie couldn’t even form a thought, her other hand pulled him up from his spot on the floor, looking at him completely dazed, though she knew she wouldn’t be completely satisfied until she felt him.

Zachary felt a rush of adrenaline pass through him as she pulled him up from the floor, looking down the beautiful creature under him at this point. As their eyes locked, he leaned down and began to kiss her, slowly at first, but letting their lips parts and tongues battle for dominance against each other again. He pushed into her, his hips contact with her already wet and tensing lips. He rolled his hips slightly, grinding into her, as his head leaned to her ear, "What do you want, princess?"

Charlie started to kiss him feverishly, letting their tongue battle out in their mouths. Her body felt like it was on fire, bliss taking over. She let out a soft moan as she felt his body against hers. Her already weakened legs lazily wrapped around him, her body exhausted from the orgasm she was still recovering from, but she wanted more. She was greedy, needy, pathetically obsessed with the moment. Her hand reached up behind his neck as he leaned down to whisper. “I want you.” She said, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His voice against her skin, breathing forming goosebumps, her hands roamed down his chest, tracing the abdominal muscles, before resting at the hem of his pants, hinting she wanted him to take them off.

His mind lingers on the word 'you' as she says it, almost echoing through out. He almost melts into her as she traces her hands down his chest and into the hem of pants around his waist. He smiled over her as he pushed into her kiss one more time, feeling the taste of her lips once again before breaking away and letting his hands go to hers. Unclasping the button on the front of his jeans, they loosened from his waist and fell around his thighs, exposing his boxer briefs underneath. With a few quick motions, the jeans fell to the floor and he kicked out of them.

Charlie didn’t dare pass up the chance to continue kissing him, almost pouting as he pulled away once again. Her gaze travelled down to his pants, following his hands as his long finger undid the button on his jeans. She slowly stepped off the desk, turning the pair around so Zachary would be leaning against the desk. Her body needed time to recover, and she wanted to repay the favour, so she slowly dropped to her knees, locking her wide eyes with his, silently asking for permission.

As she stood up, taking control, Zachary was surprised for a moment. She really did know what she wanted and she was gonna get it. Moving to the desk, sitting back on it, he leaned back slightly onto his elbows. He smiled as she dropped to her knees. As their gazes met again, she looked for permission from him, and he obliged in the only way that he could. Grabbing the hem of his boxer briefs, he slowly pulled them down to expose his 6 inch cock, almost rock hard the very moment it sprung from under the briefs. Almost smacking her in the face. He lets his hand move to his cock for a moment, giving it a couple of light strokes, preparing himself mentally, "Go ahead, darling."

Her eyes drifted from his face down to his hands, excitedly waiting. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, feeling herself twitch slightly as his hand stroked himself for a moment. His voice was smooth, cutting through the silence of the room and sending chills down her spine. She loved every second of it. She leaned up slightly, looking at him for a fleeting moment before closing her eyes. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, tongue circling the tip in an effort to tease him slightly. Her thighs squeezed together to gain some pressure for herself as she continued down, her tongue tracing down his cock as she took him fully into her mouth. Her hands rested on his thighs, giving her support.

Zachary's head fell backwards in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around him. Moaning slightly at every circle she made on his shift, smiling down at her as she continued to push further and further down his shift. With each moan that escaped his lips, it was caused by a throbbing and tensing of his cock in her mouth. As he lay back and let her continue to 'return the favor' who could only think of one thought. How good would her pussy feel with his cock throbbing inside of her.

Her head began to bob against his cock, a feeling of pride filling her as she heard the sounds he was making. She moaned quietly, a low vibration against him as she did so. As much as Charlie loved the feeling of his cock twitching in her mouth, her core ached, needing him in that moment. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, his length still in her mouth, moaning softly as she saw the look of pure pleasure on his face. What she wouldn’t do to be beneath him again.

Zachary continued to moan and pulse in her mouth as she bobbed her head, "As much as I, uh...." Zachary moaned, "Love what you are doing, I think I want to feel myself inside of you now." Zachary felt his words stammer and fall as he continued to moan deeply. Needing to feel her, he stopped her momentarily as he stood. Gesturing for her to stand as well, "Come here, beautiful." Looking for a kiss.

Charlie nodded her head and quickly stood up, her legs slowly regaining their strength after her first orgasm. Her fingers lightly trailed up his skin as she stood, hands finding refuge on his neck as she pulled herself to her tiptoes. “God, I love it when you talk like that.” She whispered before going in for another kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, her core throbbing lightly as she thought back to what had just happened. “I need more.” She pleaded.

"And you will get it," Zachary said as he let another kiss fall on her lips, "You definitely will." Grabbing her hand slightly, he guided her to turn to point in front of the desk, his chest making contact with her back. He let his arms wrap around the front of her body, tracing his hands up and down her body for a moment, stopping for a moment to let both of his hands massage her breasts. His lips find their way to her neck as he hunches over for a moment, leaving several soft kisses along the neck before finding their way to her ear, kissing and biting playfully on the lobes. "Do you want me?" He asks with a grin curling his lips. He lets his right hand move to the back of her neck, tracking up her neck giving a soft massage in her hair line before finding his fingers interlaced with her hair at the crown of her head. He grabs tightly and slowly, softly pushes her down, stomach first onto the desk in front of him.

His voice continued to send her into a frenzy. Something about the way he spoke, the tone of his voice, the words he said, it ignited something within her. Charlie whined quietly as she leaned over the desk, nodding her head quickly. It was almost pathetic how needy she was, but she didn’t care. She needed him all over her, right then and there. She obediently leaned over the desk, glancing back at him as she pushed her ass out just a little bit.

Leaning over the desk, Zachary had a thought in his mind to lean down and give himself another lick of that sweet area, but he resisted. Instead, when she pushed her ass out, he grabbed her hips to reposition her slightly so he wouldn't have to bend so far down, almost having her legs dangle off the desk. As he position himself behind her, he grabbed his hardened cock, teasing her entrance slightly with the head of his cock, pushing in only slightly and then dragging it along her wet lips. He wanted her to beg him for more. He needed to hear how much she wanted him. He was addicted to her want for him.

Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her face laid against the desk as she waited for him. The waiting was the worst part, Charlie was so impatient, doubly so for him. She could feel his cock spread her lips slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. A whine left her lips, turning her head slightly, pleading. “Please.. don’t stop.” She begged, attempting to push back against him. “Don’t make me wait any longer, I need you.” She said, feeling herself twitch as she waited for the feeling of fullness.

Zachary loved her little begging tone, it was much different than her normal tone, and he adored it. "As you wish," he said with a devious grin, "I won't make you wait anymore." Zachary pushed hard into her, grunting as he did, almost a primal groan escaping his lips. Pushing into her, he could feel himself already slipping half way in. "You really did want me, didn't you?" After the comment, he began working his hips into her, pushing a little deeper into her with each and every stroke of his cock. He moaned, throwing his head back with each stroke, passion and bliss filling his mind in those moments. It wasn't very many strokes in that his hips and her ass were clapping together, making a very loud slapping noise, filling the room.

Charlie moaned loudly as he slid in, her pleasure becoming more apparent in the sounds she was making. She quickly nodded her head, unable to form a sentence. The other thing on her mind in that moment was how much she loved the situation. Her attraction bubbled up so much, and now they were acting on it. The tension, the stolen glances, the hours spent talking in the coffee shop. Now, she was bent over his desk, making loud noises as she was getting fucked by him. She was almost embarrassed by the noises she was making, but she couldn’t hold it back. She was in pure bliss. ”Fuck- my god-“ She somehow managed to say. She adored the feeling of his cock running along her walls, feeling him throb within her.

"I love when you moan for me," he said with that devious smile still plaster across his face between strokes inside of her, he was in heaven as well. Not only had he just met this girl, the turn around was so quick for the two of them that he barely had time to even think about the relationship between the two of them. He was beyond excited to just be with her, but his cock running along her walls, he couldn't ask for anything more. He threw his head back, "Holy shit," he moaned out, "You feel so good, beautiful. You are such a good girl!"

The praise was driving her crazy, she loved it. Her grip on the table tightened as her core grew heavy with pleasure. She could feel another orgasm coming on quickly, her breathing laboured, messy moans falling from her lips. Charlie leaned up slightly, throwing her head back as her back arched. She glanced behind her, wanting to see his pleasured face as he continued to fuck her. The second she laid her eyes in him, especially as he spoke those sweet work to her, Charlie’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure. “Oh fuck~” She said. Her voice was quiet, still a little anxious about speaking. “God- I love your cock.” Charlie said in a small voice, resting her head back down on the desk as her body began to quickly get exhausted.

As she said she loved his cock, he could feel himself tense, throb, and almost lose balance in his legs. He definitely loved the praise as well, he lived for it, to be honest, but it was about her right now. He continued to pound into her several times. Feeling himself growing tenser and tighter with every throb of his cock, he knew that he would not be able to continue much longer, but he was gonna have her one more time. He needed to feel her cum on his cock, and he said that as well. Reaching down, taking a handful of hair and pulling her back into his cock, "Cum for me, good girl, cum for me now."

That was all she needed. The short and simply phrase sent her over the edge. Being pulled up by the hair, Charlie moaned loudly as she came undone on his cock. Her legs lost all balance, shaking uncontrollably. All thoughts she was having left her mind, focusing only on him and his cock. She didn’t even have the energy to quiet herself, a small part of her hoping that no one else could hear them.

Zachary let her ride out her orgasm, filling every constriction and throb of her on his cock. It drove him wild, over the wall that he needed. He couldn't hold on much longer. He asked, "Where do you want me to cum?" He needed to know where she wanted him.

As Charlie was coming down from her high, she tried to formulate a response. “Anywhere you want.” She didn’t care. She was on the pill, her mind was too fogged to say anything else. She just knew she needed to feel him. Charlie laid there, panting, her legs almost too weak to carry her weight. She thanked her lucky stars that she was leaned over a desk, not having to worry about standing at that moment.

Zachary heard her say anywhere and his mind immediately melted, he knew she wouldn't say that if she didn't have plans in place already, she was a smart girl. That was really all the push that he needed. He immediately quickened his pace for a few moments and within a few seconds, he allowed himself to begin his climax. Multiple strands of cum spewed from him inside of her, he could feel himself releasing what had been months of pent up sexual climax into her. He almost felt his knees buckle under him in those moments. He slowly fell back into one of the leather chairs that sat in front of his desk and could only say one word, "Wow..."

Charlie had a small whiny moan as he came, feeling the throbbing inside of her. It was ecstasy. She was in love with every feeling she felt in that exact moment. As he pulled out, she ignored the sudden feeling of emptiness. She was fully satisfied. Charlie pushed herself up from the desk, falling into the chair next to his. Her legs couldn’t move at the moment, but she pulled them up to her chest as she turned to him, her eyes full of emotion. It was unbelievable, she couldn’t even say a word. Nothing could explain what she felt right then.

As his body decompressed and untensed, he let his body melt into the chair, he could feel himself still leaking from the head of his cock and, in that moment, he was thankful that he had hardwood floors and leather chairs in his office. The glow of the lamp in the corner of the room, and the moon light shining through the snow in the window made a very romantic glow in that moment as he looked over at Charlie, "You are the most beautiful thing in the world..." Zachary pulled himself up in the chair, looking over at her, "Sorry if I wasn't suppose to... finish in you... I can help with getting stuff to take care of that if need be."

Her breathing was slowing down to a normal pace as she sat on the chair. Her eyes flickered around the room, enjoying the dimly light atmosphere of his office. Charlie could feel his cum dripping out of her slowly, it was an amazing feeling. She glanced up at Zachary as he spoke, blushing slightly. “No, it’s okay. I have it dealt with, I’m on the pill.” She chuckled, doing her best to reassure him. “I would have said something otherwise.” Her voice was soft, almost sleepy. She looked at the clock nearby, it was just after 8:30 pm.

Zachary smiled at her as she chuckled at him, he really enjoyed this moment in time right now. He wish he could live in this forever, "Are you staying on campus?" he asked with a smile as he stretched his legs in front of the desk before standing up, his half hard cock still pointing in the air a little bit. He looked down, almost embarrassingly, "Uh," he said, trying to turn the attention away from him, "I can take you to the dorm or..." He couldn't believe he was getting ready to say this, "You could stay with me, I am not far from the campus."

Charlie smiled brightly as she stared at him. Everything in that moment was perfect. Bliss. “I do live on campus… but I wouldn’t object to more time with you.” She said quietly. Is it weird if I accept? He offered, it wouldn’t be weird. Was he just being polite? Her anxieties grew in her mind, but she pushed them aside. She stretched her arms back above her head, looking around for her sweater. “We can leave now if you want. Don’t want to accidentally run into someone and have to explain this.” Charlie half-joked, standing from the chair.

Zachary smiled at her stretching out in front of him, he got another very good look at her naked body. It almost made him want to get going again, but time might be better later. He nodded in agreement in the moment as he helped her look for clothes, but almost as if on queue, a knock on the door was heard. He froze in the moment, finding any movement in the moment hard to do. "Uh," he whispered to Charlie, "Here." He quickly tossed her sweater to her as he looked on the ground finding his pants. Stuffing himself back into his boxer briefs and then jeans, "Yes, who is it?" He tried to say in the calmest voice he could as he ruffled through the clothing on the floor, almost accidently putting on her ripped shirt. "Professor Thomas?" A female voice was heard, "Its Professor Gregory..." Shit, he thought to himself, not now... "Ah, Professor Gregory, one moment please, I am just finishing a bit of a remodel, I will be there in just a moment." He looked at Charlie almost with panic in his eyes, "Quick, dress, on the couch!"

Charlie whipped her head around to the door, her eyes widening at the simple knocks on the door. She rushed to put on her sweater, immediately listening. There was no way in hell she was going to get caught, not like this. She didn’t want to risk not only her scholarship, but whatever her and Zachary had going on now. She found her jeans, quickly and quietly sliding them on. She grabbed her torn button down shirt and a textbook, hiding the shirt underneath her as she sat down. She opened the textbook to a random page, hoping to make it look like she was studying. She glanced over at Zachary, shooting a hopefully reassuring smile, as she waited for him to open the door.

Zachary walked to the door, cracking it only slightly and stepping out, trying to make sure to hide the two of them. "Ah, Professor Gregory," he said as he stepped out into the hallway, "What can I help you with?" Professor Gregory did try to peer into the room, but he was unsure if she say Charlie sitting there, "Ah, entertaining guests?" Zachary cussed in his mind, "Ah, yes, tutoring session with a student of mine, she works during the day and needed a little bit of help over night," quickly coming up an excuse in his mind, "You know how college life can be." Professor Gregory laughed, which eased his concerns slightly, "I completely remember those nights," she said with a smile, before turning the conversation back to Zachary immediately, "I am kinda glad that I caught you in the office, I was wondering if you would like to go get a drink with me, there is a place across the campus that is serving fantastic drinks for our salary right now and it would be amazing to find out more about this mysterious Professor that came to the school this year." Zachary smiled at her hitting on him, flirting in nature, but politely shook his head, "I am so sorry! I am with the student here for the next hour or so, but maybe another day," He smiled, "I have to get back to work, but rain check!" He quickly moved back behind the door, leaving Professor Gregory behind the door before falling back on the door and looking at Charlie.

Charlie’s eyes scanned the pages of the textbook absentmindedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Zachary leave the room to speak with the other professor. Their conversation was muffled through the thick wooden door, but could still be heard over the ambient noises of the otherwise empty building. Her mind was racing with thoughts about the possibilities of what happened. Did the other professor hear them? Is she… flirting with him? A pang of… jealousy hit her heart. Why am I jealous? Charlie continued to listen, hoping and praying the other professor wouldn’t find a reason to come into the room. Just then, the door opened. Her gaze immediately turned to Zachary, seeing him alone as he leaned against the door. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes caught sight of the lacy black fabric sticking out of the pocket of his jeans. It wasn’t super noticeable, but it was still there. “Uh, you have a, uh…” Charlie pointed to his pocket. She laughed lightly, though she hoped the other professor didn’t notice.

Zachary watched as Charlie motioned to him, pointing at his pocket. Looking down, he saw the lace of her underwear sticking from his pocket. He gulped hard, "Uh, do you think she saw that? She didn't act like she saw that..." Zachary pulled them out of his pocket before walking over and handing them to her, "I think these belong to you." He sat down on the couch beside of her and smiled, "That was almost too close for comfort."

She grabbed the underwear and stuck them in her pocket. “I hope she didn’t see them. That could have been… bad. For both of us.” Charlie laughed nervously, her fingers tapping against the pages of her textbook. She felt the couch shift as he sat down, and she turned her head to face him. Charlie shot a soft smile towards him, closing the book in her lap. “So, uh…” Charlie pushed a few strands of her hair out of her face. “What’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” Her eyes stayed fixated on Zachary. There was some weird emotions growing within her. Jealous about the other professor, maybe she was just sleepy. The night had drained her of her energy, but she didn’t want to go back to her dorm alone, she wanted to stay with him.

"Food," Zachary pondered and thought out loud in the moment, "We should definitely get food." He smiled at her, the nervousness she displayed was double within him, but he felt the need to make her feel less nervous. He felt a need to protect her and he wanted to do that for as long as he could, or at least as long as she wanted him too. He stood for a moment, letting his body shift and ache for a moment. That was truly the biggest workout he had had in several months. "I know this good place a little bit away from the campus," He jokingly said, "Pretty good place called Zach's Diner. I hear the cook makes a mean pasta."

Charlie nodded her head in agreement. She hadn’t realized just how hungry she was until he mentioned food. She giggled as he spoke about the ‘diner’. “I would love that.” Charlie said with a soft smile, standing from the couch. Her legs were still recovering, muscles weak. She ignored it though, quickly tying the laces on her right shoe, as it had come untied when she kicked them off earlier. Quickly walking to the desk, Charlie picked her books up off the floor, turning back to Zachary. The thoughts of them almost getting caught where at the back of her mind now. As she stared at him, butterflies took flight in her stomach. Thoughts of their tryst remained in her head, a small blush covering her cheeks. “Should we go?” She asked, holding the books close to her chest. Charlie glanced outside the window, seeing the snow had calmed a bit in the time they were in his office.

Agreeing with her request, Zachary had reserved that he would clean up this mess tomorrow, he didn't have any classes due to finals being over, and would rearrange then to avoid any other interest. Picking up laptop from the ground, he grimaced, that might be an expensive fix, but a worthwhile one. Zachary grabbed his coat from the rack, smiling as he began to head to the door. Looking to see if 'the coast was clear,' he was delighted to see that no one had been in the hallway. As he motioned for Charlie to join him, they began the trek to the hallway elevator. Hitting the button and calling the car, there was a few moments of awkward silence, Zachary not knowing what to say and Charlie remaining quiet. He wasn't sure if she was overthinking this or was just being quiet for quietsake, but he waited for the car. Once the car dinged and they were in it together, Zachary spoke up, "So, uh," he stammered for a moment, "I would really like to see you again after this, if that's okay, I will even avoid the whole wait three days thing."

Charlie followed closely behind Zachary, staring at the carpeted floor as they walked. Their footfalls were quiet, barely audible over the ambient buzzing of the overhead lights. The other rooms in the hallway were currently unoccupied, leaving Charlie to hope that no one else would try to surprise them. She was hungry, excited to just sit down and eat something that wasn’t a bowl of lukewarm ramen or take out her dorm mate gave her. “Hm?” Charlie looked up as they walked into the elevator. Her eyes fixated on him. “Oh, uh, yeah.” She stumbled over her own thoughts. “I would love that, actually.” She nodded her head with a small and genuine smile. Her eyes didn’t peel away from him though. She studied the details of his face, taking in as much as she could during the short elevator ride to the main floor. Once the elevator dinged, Charlie looked at the long walkway that led to the outside as the doors opened up. A part of her got nervous, knowing she was going to be going to his place now. Not exactly nervousness, mostly excitement, but she was worried she would make a fool of herself somehow. Gripping her books closer to her chest, she stepped out of the elevator car and into the hallway.

Exciting the elevator and heading down the hallway of the facility, Zachary looked back at Charlie and smiled, "Are you ready for the cold weather again?" Zachary's cheeks still were warm and flush from their moments before. He smiled and pushed the door open, as the door open a gust of wind blasts the two. While the snow was still falling, the colder wind was the killer. As he hit is exposed hands and face, he shuddered for a moment. "Come on! Let's get to the car quick, it might be warmer." Hitting the automatic start on his keyfob, the car roared to a start and, even better, the car's heaters began to push warm air throughout the car. Zachary turns to Charlie as they began walking, reaching for her books as he had done previously, "I can carry those!"

Charlie inhaled heavily as she stood in front of the door that led outside. Winter was definitely beautiful, but the cold was very unforgiving, especially for someone who grew up in the heat of Florida. She quickly followed him outside, the air hitting her lungs like a bag of bricks. “Yeah, let’s go.” She chuckled, following closely to Zachary. As they walked, she heard him offer to carry her books again. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders. “Uh, okay.” She said, handing them over to him. Once her hands were free, Charlie put her hands in her sleeves, calling her hands into fists in an attempt to keep her fingers warm. The car wasn’t parked too far away, but far enough that it took a little trek through the wind and snow. Once the car was in sight though, Charlie perked up, speeding up slightly to get to the warm car.

Zachary giggled as he watched Charlie nearly sprint to the car to get in the heat. It had to be a lot warmer in there than outside right now, the wind and snow seeming to pick up again as he placed the laptop bag and her books in the backseat of his car. Shutting the door behind him, he circled back around to the driver seat, falling into the seat of the car. As he sat, turning on the heaters a little more. There was an awkward silence between the two for a few moments. As Zachary began to move the car, the car slipped for a few moments, the snow building underneath the tires while they were in the office. As Zachary eased the car through the snowy parking lot and eventually onto the snowy road, he looked over at Charlie, giving her a warm smile as their eyes met, "Uh," Zachary stammered out for a moment, "Penny for your thoughts?"

In the car, Charlie blew her warm breath into her hands in an attempt to warm them up a bit faster. The bitter cold snapped at her skin, a feeling she didn’t enjoy very much. With her hands in front of the heater, she let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth beginning to take over her body, saving herself from the cold outside the vehicle. When the car began moving, Charlie sat back and buckled her seatbelt, adjusting herself to get a little more comfortable in the seat. She glanced over at Zachary, her eyes flickering between his face- which was focused on driving through the snow- and his hands, which gripped the wheel as he turned the car to avoid getting stuck in the snow piles. After another moment, they locked eyes once again. “Oh, uh…” Charlie looked out the windshield as she pondered her thoughts. “I had a good time tonight. I’m still having a good time.” She chuckled lightly, a genuine small laugh. She seemed to have trouble getting her words out, afraid she might say something that would cross a line. Her fingers tapped against her knee, trying to find the words she wanted to say. “I hope you’re having a good time too..” Her voice was soft, glancing back over to Zachary.

Zachary smiled as he continued to stare out the window as the snow hit the windshield, he loved driving in the snow in theory, it was beautiful, but dangerous. He took a moment, but responded with "Yes, I am having an amazing time. I have been having an amazing time since we decided to start doing the coffee thing. I hope you are as well." His mind would continue to fill with thoughts of what could go wrong, what would happen if someone had found out, what if she didn't want this anymore, she could ruin his career. But, also, he didn't care. They were both consenting adults, why would it not be okay? But, with a student... He could lose his job. Did he care though? Was he having enough fun with her to not regret it? He broke his train of thought for a moment and realized he had been quiet for sometime... But, so did she. He neared his street where his one bedroom apartment was, as he pulled on the street, he looked over and smiled, "Almost here."