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“It's been a couple weeks since you've been in.” Dr Harper says pulling out his clipboard and looking it over.  “Any reason, in particular, you've been skipping our sessions?” 

You grip the hem of your shirt shifting slightly on the paper-lined table and continue to stare at the ground. Any kind of excuse you could give him would only lead to more questions about what you get up to when you leave his office. And you've been very careful with what you say to him to make sure you don't end up hospitalized in the woods. 

“It's alright. We can get right into the therapy if you would prefer-” he places his clipboard down grabbing his pen from the breast pocket of his coat. Before tapping you on the knee gently. 

“I'm gonna need your focus for this.” he grabs your chin tilting it up slightly so you can clearly see his face and more importantly the pen that he's holding in front of it. 

“Let's start out with simple questions. Describe your emotional state from 1-10. 10 being the most stable.” 

“About a 5,” you mumble out keeping your eyes focused on the pen. 

“What about your physical state?” 

“About a 5.” 

Harper pouts but he doesn't waver keeping a steady pace with the questions “How about your home life? Any changes?” 

“No change-” You can feel his hand drifting up your thigh a bit but you keep your focus on the pen. 

“How about your sexual health? Any changes?” your head feels a little fuzzy and suddenly you're not sure, you're compelled to tell the truth but you can't recall what the truth is… has your sex life been more active? Or did you stop all relationships for some reason? Your mouth feels like it's full of cotton, and you're still fixated on Harper- 

“Let's skip that question- why don't we get to your favorite part of our sessions?” he seems to be in a better mood as he leans forward to kiss you gently. 

“I like you better like this- don’t you?” 

“Sorry? What was the question?” you ask, snapping out of your haze. “I said our session is done- you can gather your items and go if you have nothing else to talk about.” Harper says, smiling. You nod and get up gathering your stuff and heading to the door racking your brain for the details you must have disclosed to the doctor. 

Harper opens the door for you as you leave. 

“Be well,” he says in his signature way as you leave the office and walk onto Nightingale Street and feel a slight chill. That's weird. You could have sworn you put on underwear today… 

Do you remember?

Good practice 

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You're not sure how it got here, but you're not exactly complaining. Sitting on Winters lap in the midst of his home, he talks softly about history as you're offered more wine. He has such an interesting take on... well, something... you're sure it's something he's talking about as you nod slightly dazed as he coos and pets your hair gently.

You're so warm as you look over the room. Piled high with books and trinkets and paintings. You can't make sense of any of them, but you're sure Winter has explained them to you. 

"Are you drunk, dear?" Winter's voice sounds so sweet you're aching for a taste of it. He holds you steady on his lap, his hands on your hips as you lean into him. Are you drunk? 

"N-no..." You're not convincing your words are slurred, and your eyes won't focus. Winter's grip tightens as he smiles at you. 

"I shouldn't have let you drink so much, now you're so helpless." he whispers, pushing your hair from your face as he cradles your cheek. It's warm... you trust Winter. 

Long silvery hair, strong hands as he holds you, Winter even smells nice. You couldn't ask for anyone better to be drunk with. 

Even at the museum demonstrations he always cares about how safe you are, and he offers you safe words and aftercare... really, you were always meant to be here. In his arms at the end of the day.

You lean forward, kissing him. Winter seems to hesitate, he can taste the wine on you... but... it can't be that bad, right? You're making the first move... 

He pulls you closer, and soon, your hips grind against his. Eager and willing as you wrap your arms around him. He shouldn't be touching you at all. He's twice your age at best... but there's something so nice about being wanted back...

Winter presses his hand against your crotch rubbing you through your pants his movements are meant to placate you. Satisfy your drunken urges so he won't feel guilty in the morning and you won't be needy anymore. 

You're panting against his ear, whimpering his name, rutting against his hand soon, you're fumbling trying to push your pants down, and Winter is nervous as he sees your soft body aroused and aching for him... and just him. 

This is definitely wrong... to touch your student... assistant... orphan with no parental figures around to teach you right from wrong, for a while he thought he might be a mentor. Someone you could really trust, but he still had his twisted relationship with you. He invited you for wine after all... maybe he was hoping this would happen? And if that's the case. Why shouldn't he touch you if you're so willing?

He reaches forward, fondling your blushing body, gently stroking you over and over and pressing his hips to yours.

He won't go too far... just enough to satisfy you. Just enough to push you over the edge. Then he'll stop. 

And you seem to be approaching it quickly as you hump desperately at his hand, your mouth pressed to his neck in some kind of clumsy kiss... it's so endearing to let your drunk instincts run wild. 

Soon you shake and gasp cum splatters over Winter's lap. He can feel how warm it is... and to his surprise, he doesn't stop even though you have. He guides your hips to hump him again as you moan into his shoulder. He rubs the sensitive areas. Not minding that he's overstimulating you. He forces pleasure onto you, making you grind hard against him. Making your body tremble in his arms as he takes over for you. 

Winter doesn't mind the sticky mess that coats his still clothed cock as he forces your limp body to hump him. It's for the best. You're drunk, after all. What kind of monster would stop before you were completely spent?

You pant and whine out his name even if you're too tired to move... you feel yourself cumming again, it's forced out of you. With just a bit of pain. 

Winter doesn't stop, you gasp as he presses his fingers into your hole, weakly biting down on his shirt as he pulls you towards another climax. This one leaves you drooling eyes closed as you lean into him, your legs limp over his lap.

Winter coos softly before he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his hips as you're carried to his room. You don't even get a good look at it before you're tucked into bed. Your pants are still around your thighs...