"what are you doing?"
"what? am i not allowed to touch my girlfriend?" he says quietly back, leaning over so she can hear him.
the teacher says their names in a warning tone and they both face forward again, sitting up straighter. a few other students glance over at them, and he waits until their attention is focused back on the movie before he runs his fingers higher up her leg.
she taps her fingers on her desk- once - lightly, before she shifts her leg over, making his hand fall and grasp only air.
he rolls his eyes, slumps back in his seat and pretends to be watching the movie. but the monotone voice rambling about the sun or some shit is boring compared to annoying emily.
slowly, he reaches back over, puts his hand back in the same place. he hears her let out an annoyed sigh, and he tries not to look at her, in case the teacher happens to be keeping her eye on them.
he rubs circles on her knee with his thumb, almost expecting for her to slap his hand away, but all he hears is the creak of her desk as she shifts in her seat.
sneaking a glance at her, she's sitting with her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on the table, and he can't tell if she's pretending to watch the movie or actually paying attention to it.
he slides his hand up higher and she bites her lip.
definitely the first option.
noticing him looking at her, she gives a small, discreet shake of her head - that to anyone else would look like she was just getting a strand of her hair out of her face.
ignoring it, he decides to see how much farther he can push her - getting under her skin was always fun, anyway. he slides his hand up just the length of a few fingertips, before she pushes his hand off.
"knock it off." she whispers, and once again the teacher has to reprimand her, saying 'emily' in a warning tone.
"yeah, emily." he says with a grin, smirking as she leans back against her chair, gripping the edge of her desk.
waiting until the teachers glare is focused on some other victim, he lifts his desk up and moves it closer to hers. just enough that she'd notice, but not so much that the teacher would care. setting it quietly back down, he reaches over and tucks some of her hair back so she can stop hiding behind the damn stuff, and says quietly enough so she's the only that could make out the words.
"hey, i thought my fingers were your favorite object?" she pretends to ignore him, and he knows anywhere else where it was just them she'd be teasing him back.
moving the hand he'd used to play with her hair, he moves it back to her knee and he can tell by the way she lets her shoulders slump back that he's won this little game. for now.
he runs his fingertips lightly up and down her leg, slowly at first, openly smirking when he hears her shift in her seat again - not caring now if anyone can see him.
then his touches get more deliberate, circles rubbed into the inside of her thigh, until it's her death tight grip on her desk being the only thing from keeping her squirm.
it's too easy, really.
there's five minutes left of class and her biting her lip is probably the only thing keeping her from making this exchange be found out by the rest of the class.
his fingertips dart up underneath the bottom of her skirt, just barely before he drags them back down to her knee, before trailing them back up again.
just as his hand slips under the fabric more than a centimeter, the bell rings, and the lights turn on.
smirking, he pulls his hand quickly away, getting up and grabbing his things. she glares up at him and his expression doesn't waver as he he grabs her book and sets it up on his pile of belongings, waving his fingers at her just to tick her off even more.
she gets up and hisses out a sigh. "if anyone noticed that, you're dead." she says and he grins as he wraps his free arm around her waist, rubbing her side slightly as he leads her out of the classroom and starts the walk to the dorms.
and as soon as they get to her room and the door is shut she uses her hips to press him back against the door and makes a face up at him.
"oh, now that's attractive."
"shut up, you're a damn tease and i'm mad."
"you seemed to like it about ten minutes ago."
she doesn't bother to deny it, and her hips pressed to his confirm he's telling the truth. tilting her head up, she grazes her lips across the skin under his jaw, and his hands move to rest on her hips, before moving down to grip at her ass, and she moves her lips to press hard against his.
when she pulls her lips away after a few moments to catch her breath, he groans and lets his had lull back against the door.
"fuck, i have basketball practice."
in that moment, he really can't remember anything about basketball or why it should even be in his priorities when emily's lips are on his skin, her fingers gripping at his shirt.
"are you kidding me?" she narrows her eyes, her fingers trailing down to hook in the belt loops of his jeans, as if she can hold him in place that way.
basketball what?
"fuck that, they can wait a few minutes." gripping her hips again, he turns her around and pushes her back against the wall, both of them smirking at each other for a moment before their hands move quickly and hurriedly, him tugging her underwear down and out of the way, her fingers frantically pulling his jeans down, then his boxers.
not bothering with other clothes when the clocks against them, he pushes her skirt up and lifts her legs up, feeling her wrap them tightly around his waist, hips meeting and the flimsy door trembling behind them.
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her hair - usually kept in neat waves without a flyaway in sight is a mess, and she fixes her skirt as she tugs his pants back on, breathless smirks on their face.
(and he won't ever tell her this, but when she lets herself look like a mess without caring is when he loves her the most)
"hey, kick ass at practice." she says, and he grins and lifts her chin up, kisses her once, soft and short compared to what just happened.
"when do i not?"
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