Up in the Stars

Stolen Moments

Lots of fluff in this chapter!

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His lips pressed urgently against her own, his fingers dancing down her spine.

Enid gasps against his mouth as his knee brushes the apex of her thighs.

The cold surface of the wall at her back a contrast to the ever-burning furnace of his body.

His hold on her hands releases and she runs them through his hair, over the sharp ridge of his jaw.

Stubble rough against her fingertips.

"Daddy." Her voice is shaky with need.

"Tell daddy what you want, kitten." The deep octaves of his voice raising goosebumps along her arms.

She shifts against the pressure of his knee, desperate for friction.

Desperate for more. More.

More. More. More.

Her sharp pants fill the room as he carves a path down her neck, open mouth kisses hot on her cool flesh.

His knee is moving against her, and she falls completely against the wall.

She is aching, aching for him.

A ringing noise registers in the back of her mind and her eyes flutter open.

Theodore is staring down at her, his dark hair messy from her fingers.

His lips swollen; ocean eyes dark with desire.

Glasses slightly askew on his face.

"Class time." Her whisper falls in the small space between them.

Disappointment thick in her voice.

"We could skip." He proposes, his lips pressing against her own softly again.

Enid's eyes widen, she's still not entirely used to his teasing side.

He seemed to reserve it almost solely for her.

She giggles, pushing him away playfully.

"You're the professor. You can't skip." She admonishes, a grin painting her lips.

"Actually, darling, I think being the professor means I can do whatever I want." He grins devilishly, tugging her back into his orbit.

He tugs on one of her rosy curls, presses kisses along the freckled bridge of her nose.

She loses herself again for a moment, sinking against him.

A voice is heard from out in the hallway followed by a laugh.

Enid pulls herself back out again.

"I'm not getting in the way of other people's education just because I want..." She trails off, a blush blooming on her cheeks.

Theo's possessive gaze never leaves her as he picks up his briefcase from his desk.

"We can finish later this evening. And we're about a month away from Winter break. Then we won't have to sneak around with stolen moments." He promises, pressing a final kiss to the top of her head.

She leans up to fix his hair and straighten his tie before she attends to herself.

Theodore watches her with soft eyes as she slips from his office.

Her classes pass by quickly, Theodore teaches them about social cognition and Dante has them read aloud their short stories from earlier in the week.