♱ HEADMASTER OZPIN ♱

“With enough training and focus, a user’s Aura can turn them into something much more…than just a man”.

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“...am a relic fucker.”

To his credit, the Headmaster was undeterred from the letter he was busy writing. Though of course his mind was cleaved in two the instant her weight settled in his lap. She was being awfully candid this evening.

She was coercing all of his weaknesses as well; playing with his hair, that knowing ‘Sir’. Besides the obvious advantage of sitting across him and brushing feather-light kisses at his ear. It would be remiss of his better nature not to play along. 

“Excuse you.” The Headmaster challenged. “This is still my office Glynda, a professional workspace…you’re the one practically undressing.”

The impending delivery was the only thing keeping him from abandoning the space and relocation somewhere more private altogether. His mind showed him his own quarters, preferably the obnoxiously large bath he never used himself.

“The windows have never bothered you before.” He bit, rearranging the now halved stack of papers.

The Headmaster took her hand in his and brushed his lips against her wrist and then the top before pulling away and standing tall. He grunted lightly in pain as he rolled his arm back, readying his cane. There was much to be done and they could not delay. He motioned with his head to the South, where a city in turmoil awaited.

And yet she still ruled him. Her hands ghosted over his skin and his own touch became more insistent. The hand on her back compressed her to his body. With a sweeping dip he kissed her again, holding back enough lest he be too rough.

Reason urged him to deescalate the situation, but apparently the headmaster was not in a rational mood. 

After all the time they had spent together, the man had her order memorized. He took the paperwork from her hands, entirely pleased with himself even as the cat on his lap hopped down to sit with her owner instead. 

“thirty-five minutes to an hour for the food to arrive.” He mentions as he reached for his pen back. Ozpin eyed her over his specs as he pretended to organize the small stack of papers. He could easily complete it in under half that time.