#luck21

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"Aren't you bored?" Mason asks, flicking his lighter open and closed as he watches Nicole poring over the book on her lap.

"Getting there," she replies distractedly though she keeps her eyes on the pages in front of her, otherwise ignoring him.

"Maybe it's time to take a break then," he suggests, sidling closer and coming to stand behind the chair she's seated on.

"Later," her reply is just as distracted and Mason scowls at the back of her head before deciding to change his tactic.

It's near to impossible to break her focus once she's started on something, so naturally he makes it his mission to throw every type of distraction at her that he can think of when he feels that she's been concentrating for too long. Or when he gets bored.

He rests his hands lightly on her shoulders, digging his fingers into the muscles and beginning to carefully work at the knots in them. He grins to himself when he hears the tiniest of sighs from her and her head drops a little. Not quite enough to take her eyes off of the book, but enough for him to notice.

He leans down closer to her, his breath ghosting across her cheek as he murmurs, "I can give you something more interesting to study."

Still nothing, she even moves a hand to rest on the page she's reading, underlining the words as she reads to maintain her focus.

"I'm sure you can, but I believe I've studied what you have to give me quite closely already."

"There's always more to learn, sweetheart."

Finally, she abruptly snaps the book shut and rests her head against the back of her arm chair, looking up at him. She fixes him with a level stare, but the sparkle of amusement in her eyes almost worries him.

His hands slide down past the sides of her breasts to her waist as she reaches hers up, one of them resting on the side of his face and the other grasping the neckline of his shirt and pulling him a little further forward until she can whisper in his ear.

"I know how to make you come, and I know how to stop you from coming, and I know exactly how to suck you to make you make that little whimper noise that I like. What else do I need to know?"

A deep growl escapes him before he can stop it when her overly confident - yet entirely accurate - statement immediately causes a stirring in his jeans, but just as quickly as she'd turned her attention on to him she steals it back away and turns back to her book. Her hands drop away from him and she pushes his off of her waist before returning to the page she'd been reading before.

"Well maybe I need to find a new student," he mutters, almost sulkily, and then scowls at the light laugh she lets out as she turns the page.

"If you want to start all over instead of sticking with someone who knows your body like the back of her hand, be my guest."

She's just such a smart ass. He hates it, and he hates even more that they both know she's right, they both know he has no intention of finding someone else.

He should. And he could. All he needs to do is walk away, and it should be easy. He's done it so many times before, he's thought about doing it to her several times.

Just walk away he urges himself, but it would seem his body has other plans. He lets out a huff when he simply cannot, for some reason, will his legs to carry him out the door.

Instead they carry him to the side of her chair and leave him half perched on the arm, glancing over her shoulder to see that she's on the last page of her book.

"You're almost done anyway."

"I'd be done a lot faster if you'd stop distracting me," she counters, annoyance lacing every part of her sentence, but he barely notices it.

"So I am distracting you."

She finishes her page and closes the book again, leaning forward to set it down on the table before looking up at him. "As much as a bothersome child would distract a working parent, yes."

It's unbelievable how much she pisses him off sometimes.

"Where are you going?" he asks as she gets to her feet and smooths down the front of her suit skirt.

"I have a meeting with Nat, I need to brush up on my research."

"Do you just come here to work?"

She turns to face him properly, a frown on her face and her head slightly tilted, "why else would I come here?"

He just stares at her, unsure how to respond when finally she laughs and leans in closer to him, resting a hand on the side of his face again.

"I'm joking with you. Be waiting in your room in an hour, okay?" she turns and leaves the room without bothering to wait for an answer.

He glares after her, roughly shoving a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. Who does she think she is, making demands of him like that? Treating him like some kind of little bitch? Does she really think he's going to be waiting for her when she's done, like an afterthought?

Probably. Because as much as it annoys him, he already knows he's going to be waiting for her even if it takes her two hours.

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