"Wha… What are you…?"
"Just making sure you're not going to faint on me," Odeus answered with a smile, hands firmly gripping her side and arm. "I asked if you were alright."
"Oh… Yes, yes, I'm alright." Olivia nodded, not looking away from his purple eyes for a moment.
His hand moved up her arm, and the Professor found herself gulping.
"You waited two hours for me," he whispered once his hand reached her cheek.
"I did…" Olivia's voice came out as a whisper despite not meaning it. "I'm your Professor after all." She added, catching herself.
"It's clear that you're a diligent Professor," Odeus' thumb gently drew circles on her flushed cheek. "But are you saying that you would have waited two hours for any student?"
"O… Of course," The Professor answered after a moment, lost in his eyes as if dazed or hypnotized. "Any good Professor treats… Their students equally."
"But I'm not exactly a student of yours, am I?" He tilted his head slightly. "Three days of class isn't enough for you to see me as a student and nothing else."
"Why… Do you say that?"
"Because," Odeus leaned forward while his thumb gently pushed her chin upwards. "I'm having trouble seeing you as a Professor, and nothing else."
Feeling like her heart was about to explode,
"I… Don't know what you mean."
Olivia couldn't help but play dumb.
(Asm)Odeus could tell, of course. He could tell from the beginning that the diligent Professor was slipping for the first time in her career.
Seeing her fight and resist was rather amusing, and he needed no further proof than the fact that she was still sticking to him, still with her hands on his chest, still allowing his hand to remain on her delicate side.
In fact, even those were unnecessary. The eyes said everything. Her eyes as she stared told the entire story of how she wanted the encounter to go.
"You wanted us to meet alone after classes, here we are."
"You're… Making it sound weird."
"What's so weird about it?" He smirked. "Why don't you tell me what you had in mind for our meeting?"
"What I had in mind?"
"What did you want to see happen here?" His deep purple eyes almost seemed to shine for a moment. "Tell me."
"I wanted…" Gulp. "What I wanted is…"
Her lips quivered, but her tongue refused to let the words out.
As amusing as tormenting the words out of her could have been, (Asm)Odeus decided against it.
Despite everything, she was his Professor, and she still had her pride. Making that crumble was a no-no.
"Why don't you show me, then?" Odeus asked before leaning closer. "Show me what you wanted."
Olivia's breath hitched, fingers curling slightly against his chest. Warmth flooded her face, ears, and neck.
She wanted to show him, just like she had wanted to tell him.
But for the first time in her life, Olivia's lack of experience came back to bite her.
She wanted to kiss him, to touch him, and to tear off his clothes.
Unfortunately, Olivia did not know how to do any of that, how to get any of it started, how to position her lips against his, or how to move her tongue in tandem with his.
It was, after all, the first time in her life that she wanted these kinds of things from someone.
Stuck on the first step, Olivia quickly realized that what she wanted wasn't to kiss him, but to be kissed by him, it wasn't to touch him, but to be touched by him.
Dropping all pretense wasn't easy, but letting him take control made it a bit easier.
Temporarily forgetting all about her career, the respect of her peers, the age gap, or the difference in social class, Olivia Del Rey closed her eyes, let her chin follow his thumb's gentle push, and stood on the tip of her toes.
What previously seemed impossibly tricky became instinctive and natural.
She couldn't tell whether it was his lips or hers that were moving, his tongue or hers doing the work, his passion or hers manifesting itself.
The office desk and chair were shoved out of the way.
"Ahh…" Olivia gasped, eyes opening wide as her back reached the wall.
That momentary lucidity allowed her to realize that her hands were moving with a mind of their own, one undoing his pants, the other pulling on his shirt.
Her gaze hurriedly moved towards his hands, which were doing the exact same. The hand that had pushed on her chest until she reached the wall was pulling on her shirt while his other hand worked on her pencil skirt.
More importantly, his eyes were devouring her, the same way she felt her eyes wanted to devour him.
'Just what…'
Another gasp exited her mouth before she rose to the tip of her toes, kissing him, and unbuttoning his shirt.
'Am I doing…?'