#whiskeydipped

                           SHE REVELLED in the way he took in her dress, preening under his gaze. even though his wife was around somewhere, that’s not going to stop aimee from conversing with her favourite english professor... or attempt to seduce him. she twirled her red hair around her fingers, smiling up at him. “thank you, professor. or perhaps, i can call you marcus just for tonight?” she asked with a coy smile. she grabbed a champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and took a long sip from it. “you look handsome, yourself. but then again, when don’t you look good?” 

                            HE WANTED to know how long it would take before she would reveal the little crush she had on him. he wasn’t blind; had felt her staring at him for a while now when she thought he wasn’t looking. to be fair, he would ogle at her too, especially when she was bent over her desk, looking at something on her computer. what beckett wouldn’t give to fuck that pretty ass. tonight may be his chance, if he played his cards right. “well, in that case, maybe you and i should have dinner more often,” he grinned as he turned on the dishwasher. he spun around so he was facing her. “it solves our loneliness problem, doesn’t it?”

                           SHE WAS aware of her betrothed’s dislike of her and she could honestly say that the feeling was mutual. why should she respect him, when he refused to respect her first? she had tried to be civil at the very least, but he was so infuriating and lacked respect, that sofia would sooner tear her hair out and jump out of a window than spend another moment in his wretched presence. but seeing the king made all of her anger and ire wash away; his presence always calming her down. unlike his son, he actually spoke with her. how she wished it was william she was marrying; certain that the man would treat her far better than his son ever could. she managed a small smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “your son is very infuriating,” sofia said candidly, sighing softly. “but i’ll be fine.” for now. married life certainly wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. more akin to a life in hell.  “thank you for checking up on me, my lord. it means a lot,” she smiled, peering up at him from under her lashes, still not letting his hand go. 

❝ you just gonna stand there and stare all night? ❞ vinny asked, not even bothering to look up from his desk. he’d noticed the other standing in the doorway, just waiting for them to break the silence, so when they hadn’t he decided to. ❝ or are you gonna tell me what you’re here for? ❞ 

theodore knew already that she was going to lose her mind. it was clear that she was struggling with something. she seemed to almost love his touch and he laughed. his head tilted as she seemed to almost be silently asking for a kiss," i'm going to need you to use more words violet," he told her," you know that we were working on you telling people what you feel and not just doing what you want." he loved seeing how worked up she was getting as she pressed a hand to his chest. he reached to brush a few strands of her hair from her face," you don't belong to me, little one." he reached to cage her hands using one of his. he found himself moving forward, backing her into the desk," and if you did i wouldn't condone such behavior."

the following monday she was able to collect herself, still day-dreaming of the man she fucked in the club, drooling at the idea of his strong hands holding her and his cock fucking her from behind. nothing was able to top it off, her expectations for sex shy-rocketed, she wasn’t going to be able to be happy with her sex life after something like this. mallory talked to her friend about the mysterious man telling her some of the details before it was time to get in the class. little annoyed at how early it was, mallory took one of the seats in the middle. they waited for their teacher to show up, knowing it was supposed to be someone new. finally the door open, a tall man walked in welcoming the class with the same exact voice that whispered ‘ good girl ‘ in her ear a few days prior. “holy shit.” she said under her breath in the same time as their eyes met. / @whiskeydipped​