#c:tobi

Oh, he was in trouble...

But was it really his fault that Ronnie was so handsome, so charming? Unbelievably funny, a good listener as well as being easy to talk to? It was no wonder the kids adored him -- it hadn't taken more than a week for Tobi to be smitten, yet he'd managed to do a pretty good job of hiding his crush on the older teacher right up until the in-service day at the start of spring break.

Spring was always rough on Tobi. Instincts screaming, hormones raging. He'd maybe laid on the flirting a little thick. Was it his fault Ronnie had been receptive? Had returned in kind? Could he be blamed for accepting the invite back to Ronnie's place?

And really, would anybody give him grief now that he was bent over the man's couch, whimpering into the cushions as Ronnie made him feel so, so fucking good?

The only life Tobi knew, or at least that he could remember, was a sterile white room and near-endless testing. Procedures. Infusions. Experiments. He must have been kept drugged, because the kinds of things he was subjected to should have broken a person, but he rarely recalled the details except in nightmares sometimes.

He was rescued from the lab with a dozen or so other mutants and mutates, and for the past few months had been acclimating to life at the school. Socially he was woefully stunted -- in fact he seemed more interested in books about dinosaurs than other people -- but he was growing. Adapting. Which, in the end, was what he'd been made to do.

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

"T-today?" Tobi cursed the tremor in his voice as he moved closer to Arthur. "I thought you said your rut wasn't for a little while..." Inexorably drawn by Arthur's arms and the pheromones whispering in his nose, the omega bit his lip as a hand moved up the back of his neck, pulling him in so his nose rested close to Arthur's throat.

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

Long days were no stranger for either of them, especially since the research trip to Alberta had just wrapped up, bringing with it literal metric tons of new fossil material for Tobi to help prepare, and for Arthur to work out the funding not just for the one just completed, but also the ones yet to come since the fossil bed had been so productive and they'd had to leave a lot behind.

Still, the work was rewarding, even if he did finish his days with a fine dusting of powdered stone on his clothes and hair. Tobi had never lost his childhood passion for the past, and he'd never give it up -- even if the budding relationship with the museum's director was causing whispers in the halls.

He didn't expect to find Arthur stretched out on his office couch when he went in, but it brought a smile to his face. He took off his jacket and lay it across a chair, gave his hair a quick fluff to get the worst of the shale dust out of it, and then gently eased himself onto the remaining space on the edge of the sofa, tucking his head against Arthur's shoulder and draping a leg between the other's.

Tobi!

Hello, princess.