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[evite]

yes, professor.
your knee, the desk, the chair you always sit in during oral presentations... i'm flexible

[shield]

I appreciate your creativity and I’ll take your suggestions into consideration. And if I could make a suggestion of my own - wear a skirt today.

[evite]

only if you promise to take off your jacket during lecture.
a gift for me and all the girls retaking your class this semester because they couldn't keep their eyes on the slides

[shield]

I'd say that's generous of you but we both know it's really a gift for you, don't we? They'll all see it but only you will know who I'm thinking about the whole time.

[evite]

that's the whole point.
that, and wondering how many of them wish you'd slide a hand up their leg when they come collect their papers from your desk.

[shield]

Is that how you used to entertain yourself during my lectures?

[evite]

among other things
i used to have my hands between my legs under a sweater some of the time too
i still do, actually. i just have more to think about now

[shield]

One of these days I should have you wear a vibrating toy and keep the remote in my pocket. See if that helps you focus while I'm lecturing.

[evite]

if you're trying to make me squirm on the shuttle, it's working.
(i have one, for the record.)

[shield]

Not just the shuttle, but it'll do for starters.
(Good. I always appreciate when you're prepared for class.)

[evite]

it's a lot more enjoyable when i'm in your lap.
and i do mean squirming, but i bet being on this shuttle would be more fun in your lap too. especially in a skirt.

[shield]

I'll pass on the shuttle. I'd rather have you in my lap just after I've spanked you, have you squirming because you can't help it every time your bare skin scrapes against my jeans.

[evite]

you always say the sweetest things.
i'm starting to regret wearing anything under my skirt.

[shield]

Leave them on. I want you desperate by the time I bend you over.

[evite]

i wouldn't want to deprive you of the opportunity to tear them off.
you know that's my favorite part.

[shield]

You're always so considerate.
I'll make sure you're rewarded for that.

[evite]

is that before or after you make me sit through an entire lecture?

[shield]

After. Like I said, I want you desperate by the time I finally touch you.

[evite]

there's no chance of cancelling class last minute, is there?
it'd be so easy to just send out an email, tell everyone you came down with something...

[shield]

And rob you of the opportunity to spend the entire class period thinking about what's in store for you later? Now, why would I do that?

[evite]

[ there's a delay in her reply. the lecture hall opens, people file in; daisy claims her seat in the front left corner of the room, closest to the wall and directly opposite his desk. ]

because the stupid smile you just gave that sophomore with a high ponytail makes me want to get on my knees in front of this class.

[shield]

[ He doesn't hide his grin as he reads his phone; most people will assume it's a girlfriend, perhaps even a fiance. Certainly not someone in the room. ]

Not that I'm not flattered, but you might want to tame that jealous streak. I'm just being polite.

[evite]

it's not jealousy. target brand tennis barbie's not competition.
i just like your smile.

[ weird..... that almost sounded like emotions and not pure lust. ]

[shield]

[ Since he can't smile at Daisy directly, he smiles at his phone again, this time with all the warmth and familiarity that was absent from the smile he gave her classmate. ]

You're right, she's not competition.
I don't see a notebook. Are you choosing not to take notes?

[evite]

[ she smiles — she can't help but smile in return, even if she has to direct it down at her phone rather than back up at him — but she doesn't bother to hide the huff of annoyance at his message either. she does reach down to pull her notebook out, though, dropping it squarely in the center of her desk. ]

don't worry, you always have my complete and undivided attention.