potus } { of boring classes and feeling adventurous

[impetere]

Cora: Why are you counting pieces of gum?

Stiles: Because this lecture is so boring.

Cora: What class are you in?

Stiles: Global macroeconomics.

Cora: ... Fun.

Stiles: Yeah, hence the ceiling staring.

Cora: Well, hopefully the class won't last too much longer.

Stiles: Twenty more minutes.

Cora: Not much longer. And I'll see you tonight, hopefully.

Stiles: Hopefully?

Cora: I wasn't sure if we were still on.

Stiles: Of course we're still on.

Cora: Good. Things can come up sometimes, that's all.

Stiles: Things like the seven reporters waiting in the quad?

Cora: Among other things.

Stiles: Everything okay where you are? You sound down.

Cora: Yeah, I'm just tired of being trapped in my office.

Stiles: I could come over after class.

Cora: If you can. You don't have to make a trip over if you're busy.

Stiles: I don't have another class for three hours.

Cora: Then I would love to see you.

Stiles: Then it's a date. Want me to bring you coffee?

Cora: Yes, please.

Stiles: Will do.

Cora: See you soon.

Stiles: [and he will show up at her door with three coffees, handing one to Boyd outside the office before slipping inside]

Cora: [looks up when she sees him with a smile] Hey.

Stiles: Hey. Working hard or Hardly working?

Cora: Trying to grade papers, but going kind of stir crazy.

Stiles: Probably because you're staring at the same four walls for hours on end.

Cora: Definitely that. And no one to talk to.

Stiles: Well, now you can stare and talk to me. Double the awesome.

Cora: I agree. And you get to not be in another boring class.

Stiles: Win-win situation.

Cora: [nods and pushes up from her chair just long enough for him to take her seat, then she can sit in his lap and kiss him. because making out over her desk is awkward]

Stiles: [he was hoping this was what he would get coming to her office, so he'll grin against her lips and pull her close, kissing her back hard]

Cora: [it's a very good stress reliever and distraction but she can't let it go too far because people will hear them, even if having sex on her desk has been one of her fantasies that she's told no one about]

Stiles: [they can revisit that when the press gets bored of them and it's late one night and the other teachers have gone home]

Cora: [yes, she would like that very much. but for now, just kissing and sinking into his arms]

Stiles: [he is good with both, though his hands will go exploring a bit]

Cora: [and she is good with that at first, but when he starts wandering to sensitive areas, she pulls back just for a moment] These walls are really thin.

Stiles: [sighs, his head falling back dramatically] Stupid walls.

Cora: [she nods] Not that I am opposed necessarily, but we would have to be really quiet if we were to do this right now.

Stiles: Yeah, but I like it when you're not quiet.

Cora: So we'll have to save that for later.

Stiles: I'll just need to think of fire trucks or linoleum then. [because he's got a hardness in his pantsness]

Cora: [she smirks a bit because yes she can feel it. but she'll just lean in to kiss him again, trying not to make that any worse for him]

Stiles: [and he will just enjoy the kissing until he shifts in the chair, uncomfortable] Alright, I need to stop or I'll need a change in pants.

Cora: [a slight pout but she will do her best to help, sliding out of his lap and going to sit on the edge of her desk instead]

Stiles: You're not the one with an extra appendage and tight jeans.

Cora: I know. I just wish my walls weren't as thin.

Stiles: Maybe you need a new office.

Cora: I don't think I'll be able to get one on such short notice.

Stiles: A soundproof lab?

Cora: [shakes her head] It's probably booked at this time of day.

Stiles: Darkroom?

Cora: Wrong building. We'd have to go past those reporters for that.

Stiles: Then I guess I'm just going to suffer with blue balls for the rest of the day.

Cora: Sorry. [there's a beat] Though ... most of the students and my colleagues are gone by around seven. And I've been staying in the office late to wait out the reporters anyway. So if you were to come back ...

Stiles: We can put some classical music up on high...

Cora: No one has to know.

Stiles: Totally.

Cora: So we meet back here later?

Stiles: I'll act like I'm heading home for dinner and double back.

Cora: Good. And I'll just ... stay here.

Stiles: [gets up, shifting himself a bit first, then leaning in to kiss her cheek and whisper] Make sure you clean off your desk.

Cora: [smirks] I'll do that.

Stiles: Good. Well, you get back to work. I'm going to go over to the fitness center and take a cold shower.

Cora: [she nods] I'll see you later.

Stiles: [and with one last kiss, he'll head out to cool off]

Cora: [and she will get back to work so that she doesn't have anything else to do when he comes back later]

Stiles: [and another class, some homework, and stealthy sneaking to her office again]

Cora: [and she will be at her laptop, trying to figure out what music she wants to use when he comes in]

Stiles: [he will knock on the door, already shedding off his jacket and backpack] Cora?

Cora: Come in!

Stiles: [and he will slide in and lock the door behind him, tossing his stuff on the floor] Hey.

Cora: Hey. [and the music will go on and her desk is mostly clear because in her version of the fantasy they need things to knock over]

Stiles: [he'll notice that and stroll over, sliding out of his sneakers] I thought you were going to clear that desk.

Cora: I did. [She turns back to him makes her way closer to slide between him and the desk] Mostly.

Stiles: Mmm, hmm. So, finished work?

Cora: [she nods] Yep. All done for the day.

Stiles: Good, then where were we? [and he doesn't even wait for an answer before he cups her cheek with a hand and leans in to kiss her]

Cora: [hums softly as she kisses him back, letting her hands slide over his chest as she pulls him closer]

Stiles: [and he will grin in that kiss, his fingers going to thread through her hair and pull her lips harder against his]

Cora: [and she will go where he pulls her, her hands moving up to rest against his arms and grip him tightly]

Stiles: [and those hands will soon start to work her shirt off]

Cora: [and she will break the kiss to let him pull it over her head, before moving her hands to the buttons of his shirt]

Stiles: [and he will enjoy that, but he will remove her bra and lean forward to leave her lips and kiss those beautiful, pert breasts]

Cora: [and she'll moan softly at that, before inching backwards and shifting up onto her desk so he doesn't have to bend down as far]

Stiles: [that will also get her hips where he can work his hands along her thighs, wanting to get her nice and naked on that desk]

Cora: [well fortunately for them, she did wear a skirt today, so easy access is the name of the game]

Stiles: [even better. He's going to just slide his hand up, bunching that skirt up as much as he can]

Cora: [and she will part her legs a bit as it goes to help him, giving him a space to step between them]

Stiles: [his teeth are going to tease her nipple as his hand slides to her sex, pressing in over the top of her panties]

Cora: [she moans softly in response, her back arching up a bit to press towards his mouth]

Stiles: [His free hand is going to start working on his belt, wanting to get free from his jeans so that he could move this to the next base]

Cora: [her hands drop down to move to meet his, giving him a little extra help so they can also get to the good part faster]

Stiles: [and once he's got his drawers down, he's not going to even wait to take her panties off. He can feel how wet she is through them, so he will pull her hips to the edge of the desk, push her panties aside and slide in]

Cora: [and she goes with him easily, burying her face in his shoulder as he slides inside, using it to cover the noises a bit, even though they have the music for that]

Stiles: [and the thing about music is that he will start thrusting in time to the beat of the music, kissing and nipping along her neck]

Cora: [it's a good rhythm and eventually her head will fall back, one hand moving behind her to brace herself against the desk so she can rock up against him more]

Stiles: [and he will reach behind her, swiping the stuff off the desk so that she could lay down as he leans over her, kissing her hard]

Cora: [and she can't help but grin a bit at that, kissing him back and snaking her arms around his neck to keep him close]

Stiles: [and he will guide her legs around his hips, speeding up his thrusting]

Cora: [and it doesn't take that much longer before she's tensing around him, feeling herself start to fall over the edge]

Stiles: [and when he feels that, he lets go and joins her, thrusting in hard as he falls over the edge while deep inside of her]

Cora: [she sighs softly as she comes down, doing her best to try and catch her breath]

Stiles: [and he will pant, his hands on her hips as he keeps himself standing somehow]

Cora: [and she tips up a little bit so she can brush a kiss to his lips]

Stiles: [kisses her back] I think we made a mess of your desk.

Cora: We did. [she glances around] But I can clean it up later.

Stiles: Just as long as I didn't break anything. [And he will kiss her again]

Cora: [shakes her head] I moved the breakable stuff.

Stiles: Good plan. [and he will help her sit up fully as he takes a step back] We should do this more often.

Cora: It's risky, with everything that's going on.

Stiles: I know, but you're worth a bit of risk now and then.

Cora: Yeah, but its not just me. It's my parents too.

Stiles: [sighs, reaching to pull his pants up] I know.

Cora: [slides off the desk and takes a second to adjust her skirt before she steps forward to get his attention] Eventually my mom won't be president anymore. And then we can have more fun.

Stiles: [smiles, looking over at her] When your mom isn't president anymore, I plan on taking you far from here for a vacation.

Cora: Oooh. I like the sound of a vacation.

Stiles: Go pretend to be like other people our age on spring break

Cora: You know, I've never done spring break.

Stiles: Neither have I. I just know it's a lot of alcohol and bikinis.

Cora: Sounds like fun.

Stiles: Yeah. I may need to get a new bikini though. I've put on a freshman fifteen.

Cora: [she laughs] Or we could be a bit more active. Whip you into shape.

Stiles: I didn't think you were the whips kind of girl.

Cora: Oh, my students would disagree with you there.

Stiles: And now I'm jealous of all your students.

Cora: [confused]

Stiles: Using whips on your students.... intro to BDSM?

Cora: .... Oh.

Stiles: [and he picks up some of their clothes from the floor and hands it to her] So, what now?

Cora: We go back to my place. Have dinner?

Stiles: Can we get Chinese?

Cora: We can get whatever you want.

Stiles: Awesome. Dibs on the eggrolls

Cora: Deal. [and off they go to have their super cute date night]

Stiles: [safe in her place from camera view]

Cora: [and no paparazzi will bug them this day]

Stiles: [perfect]