I gather up the last of my things and take a piece of cake.

I realise I have some stuff to return to Professor Sycamore, who was returned to his office.

I head in there. "Hey, I have these."

"Oh? Perfect." He smiles and takes the papers from my hands.

"Hey, Professor-"

"Call me Augustine. There's no reason for formalities now."

I pause. "Okay, Augustine, I just wanted to say that I've really, really loved my time here. Like, I don't even wanna go home."

He smiles. "Glad to hear it. It's been so lovely having you here, we'll all miss you."

I nod and smile. "So, yeah. Tha-"

I'm cut off because he dropped everything I just handed him and he pressed his lips against mine. As quickly as he does it he pulls away. "Is this okay?"

"Probably not on a moral level but you have my consent."

He brings my face in his hand and kisses me again. I'm surprised at how passionate; almost rough he is.

His hands go down my back and to my hips. I let my own explore his chest. He has no idea how much I've wanted to touch him.

He pulls away to catch his breath and laughs softly.

His hands remain on my waist. "Can I... can I... take this off?" his fingers wrap around the waistband of my skirt. I nod.

Before he does so, he goes and locks his office door.

There, he removes my clothes. His hands are quick, like he's experienced in this field, but shaking like he's nervous to do this with me.

"Let me know if you want to stop." he says. I nod, and let him unbutton my shirt, slipping his hands into my bra.

His tongue slips into my mouth; he pushes me up against his desk. Paper; mugs; whatever was on there goes completely flying.

"Fucking hell." I whisper, in between every passionate, fiery kiss.

He moves his lips up my face and to my ear. "I wanna feel you so bad." He whispers back. "Shit, I need you."

I effortlessly undo his belt, pulling his trousers down; then his underwear. He's rock hard already.

"Fuck me, professor. Please." I whine.

He nods. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He lifts me up onto the desk and I spread out my legs; allowing him room to enter. 

"Jesus Christ, Eden." He mutters.

Then he slams into me. Forceful, and fuck, it feels good. It catches me off guard, however, and I can't help but moan. He covers my mouth.

"Shhh, darling, nobody can hear us."

"Sorry." I whisper. He chuckles gently. Fuck. I'm so wet.

"Good girl." He murmurs, so gently, so kindly.

He thrusts into me. I look up at his face. He bites his lip, just trying to not make sound.

He's so gentle. Considering the raw power with how he kissed me and initially entered me, he's surely teasing me.

"Augustine!" I whine. That smile returns and he reaches down to kiss me. I bite his lip as they meet mine.

"We're playing like that, hm?" He says. His voice remains quiet and gentle but I'm now certain he's toying with me. "Oh, alright. Just because you feel so good."

He practically hisses that last word. I feel a tingle throughout my whole body.

He starts again. Harder than before. I pant, the sound of our bodies slamming together audible. "Fuck!" My voice is quiet. I feel that familiar pressure inside. "I'm gonna-"

"No, no, darling. You hold on. You wanted this." He says. All I can do is nod in agreement.

So I hold on. I let him find his way deeper and deeper inside me, occasionally murmuring words of gentle praise.

"What a good girl. Go on. Come for me."

I reach the orgasm. I tilt my head back, moaning, my eyes shut. The feeling is incredible and I try to savour it. He must have finished as well as he pulls out and goes to wipe some sweat off his brow.

I take a few minutes to catch my breath. I finally open my eyes and look at him. He's flopped back onto his chair.

"Wow." He says breathlessly and smiles at me. "You're... you're so... beautiful." He says.

"Fucking hell, professor. We could have done that for 6 weeks straight."

He laughs softly. I slowly get off the desk and stumble over to where he's slumped in his seat. He opens his arms and pulls me in for an embrace. He rubs my back gently.

"How are you feeling? Would you like some water?"

"I've got some."

"If we were together and it was nighttime I'd put a movie on and we'd cuddle and fall asleep."  He smiles blissfully but it fades. "I suppose you'd better get dressed. Everyone will be wondering where you are."

"They definitely know what happened." I smile slightly. "Walk of shame, I guess."

He smiles and kisses my head gently before going to find all my clothes. "Here, Eden. Make sure you get a drink and something to eat. And some rest before your flight."

"Alright." I say, pulling on my skirt.

"Goodbye, Eden." he hands me my shirt. "Please keep in touch."

I pull the shirt on, kiss his cheek one more time, and leave.