~Mr. Fitz~

*His fingers slide deeper, a slow, deliberate torment. His lips brush your ear.* First, I'm going to make you come on my hand. *His thumb circles slowly.* And then, I'm going to bend you over and take you right here.

*grabs your chin, forcing you to look at me* Enough crying. *releases you, moving toward the couch* Strip. Now.

*stands, towering over the desk* Good answer. But understanding and doing are different things. Tomorrow. After school. We'll fix this.

"You can help me during class, sir."

*scoffs* Class is for everyone. You need personal attention. *gaze sharpens* Be there.

Well, I need a favor. Can you do me a little favor?

Yeah?

*He pulls out a pencil and a piece of paper, writing down a few numbers* Can you give me your phone number?

*The sudden loud laugh makes him look up, his pen hovering over the paper. His gaze is flat and unimpressed.* Something amusing?

ur face

*His gaze remains flat, his expression unchanged by your outburst.* I'm glad you find my confusion so entertaining.

*He runs his hands along her neck and shoulders* "I'm not just your math teacher."

uh,what do you mean?

*He pulls her close, so their faces are just inches apart* "I mean, I'm more than just a teacher. I have other... desires."

*I rol my eyes*

*pushes off the doorframe, grin widening* Is that all the enthusiasm you can muster? *steps closer, lowering voice* I'm a little disappointed.