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“I hope to teach them that not everything is black or white,” he noted with some pride, “that love is neither of the sort, and their bodies don’t have to be either. Sex is natural. Sex with both genders is also something basic that can be brought back to a Mesozoic time period. I feel like so much of the youth is uneducated on gender roles, and sexuality – many are afraid of it, and some don’t even know why they embrace it so fully. I guess I just am trying to make them as well rounded as possible.” The professor chuckled, his eyes once again glancing down, this time to the resting palm at his thigh. He was overzealous about his teachings, and he was more than gleeful that the department had chosen him to teach such a subject. Roman was definitely professional, but he also knew very much on the topic of sex and gender. He prided himself on his open mindedness – perhaps it was a cultural difference he faced with Americans, but either way, he felt as though he was the right person for the job.

Darkening stare continued to keep a gaze at table level, as soon as Shiva began crossing and uncrossing her legs. The older man could see the black material that she sported between thick thighs, the silk nearly causing him to clear his throat, as his vision finally snapped upward. Was she teasing him on purpose? The doctor was coy, and although they’d flirted on and off, he never imagined that she’d be coming on to him, especially not in an office setting. It didn’t bother the Spaniard however, seeing as he absolutely fancied the Indian temptress – however, he hand’t known she’d felt the same, didn’t realize that she was willing to cross the line – to step over some imaginary boundary that they’d etched into the ground between one another.

“You could always come you know,” he nearly smirked, tongue sliding over his plump lips, “to the class I mean, to see just how I do. I mean I know I’m very good at my job, but I’d love to go over the material with you first hand.” He’d taken it there without being over the top or being much too forward, his eyes landed right on her darkened spheres – this was like a game of chess – the Queen’s move entirely.

She wouldn’t have made these moves unless she was completely sure he wanted them too. After all, this was her career she was risking and not his. But damn it, she needed some kind of contact and she wanted it with the person who she’d been thinking about for months now, so she should give herself what she wanted. She had had all these long talks with him --- flirted and he flirted right back so now it was time to stop all that.

That was all she needed, Roman could speak the politically correct lines but just the look in his eyes told her, not only was it her move but it would her job to really go ahead. She’d leave oversized chair that had been her throne. She balanced so gracefully on the spiked heels carrying herself to the man who had been her prized patient. Leaning forward now, she exposed more of herself to him, buttons strained at her shirt, she matched, of course, she would. She could smell him now and he was heaven to her, she could feel the heat coming off his skin. Her nose brushed against his skin before whispering, “What if I don’t want to come to class, what if I want a private lesson?” Tongue replacing her nose allowing the wet muscle to drag down the side of his neck feeling his pulse as she did so. Fuck she would have jumped on him right there but she knew that she had to wait, to be very sure they both knew where this was going. She was very clearly looking to get fucked, and by him.

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“I am well,” he noted, crossing one leg over the other, “better, now that I’m in your presence.” He grinned, naturally charming, even if he was also so naturally flawed. She’d given him something when others had abandoned him long ago due to his addictions – friendship and kindness. Yes, the professor was aware that the good doctor had a naturally sweet disposition, and he was sure that she treated all her patients with dignity and respect, however, he’d hoped that she’d favored him over others – he wasn’t quite sure why he desired such a thing in the first place, but he had.

“Si,” he nodded, running a hand through dark hair, before resting the palm on his thigh, “It is going to be an interested semester. I have a lot on my plate, I mean, I can handle it of course, but taking on another class will be a welcomed challenge.” The educator was well equipped to teach just about any subject, even though he’d dabbled mostly in history and literature. Most teachers that sought out one of the subjects, usually avoided the other – but not Roman – he was overindulged in both equally. “I suppose teaching college students about sex and gender will be quite intriguing,” tongue darting over his lips as he glanced down to the floor, “they all think they know so much on the subject – but there is much to learn, so many concepts. I’m very pleased that I was asked to do this.”

“And what is it that you are teaching them?” Sex was always interesting to her --- she liked sex which was why she never married despite having two parents who had been pushing for that since she was about twenty-one. Focused on her own career she was now considered a spinster in her culture and she was just fine with that. But there was one thing she wasn’t fine with, the dry spell she’d been on. It was almost a shame if you had asked her. And because of that, she was quickly crossing lines she shouldn’t. “I mean like you said, you are teaching a group of people who think about sex all the time, so what do you have to teach them that is any different or special?”

Her entire demeanor seemed to change in this moment legs crossed and uncrossed, flashing him a shot of the black silk that rested nestled between her thighs, the pen and paper had basically been forgotten and because of that, she’d exposed a good amount of cocoa skin was exposed to him. She was in every sense of the word a sex pot. She should have not been teasing him like this, this wasn’t ok. Although the truth was, she didn’t even know that she was doing it, she was just moving on the motions of the fact that she herself was such a sexual creature.

But, if she was being honest with herself, she had looked at Roman a few times in that way, she’d glanced over his body in a way that wasn’t at all professional and wonders what was going on underneath his clothes, the only difference though was at that time she would have someone else to put thoughts to use, but now there was no one but the object of her thoughts.

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Roman was a regular for Shiva, his beautiful doctor, and often more times than not, his guiding voice. He’d had those urges, those terrible cravings to slip up, but she’d been the one telling him, in the back of his mind to resist. The professor had needed that completely, needed something other than his own devices to keep himself sane, and on the straight and narrow. It had been years since he’d snorted the cocaine that used to infect his system, or the heroin that coursed through his blown veins. Years.Yet, even so, this well educated and established man, still, at times, wanted to use.

He’d tended to avoid stressful situations as much as possible, even though with the holidays just recently behind them, he hand’t exactly been so successful. His mother refused to answer his calls, and Charlie insisted on keeping the diner open – a ploy, Roman was sure, to keep the older man from spending time with his brother. The only one that had taken any interest after Christmas, was his father, but due to the professor’s upcoming busy semester, he hand’t find the time – or desire – to plan a trip to Madrid. Upon being summoned into the doctor’s office, the Spaniard slid his glasses into his unruly hair, a smile taking to his features as soon as he saw the woman’s face. “Gracias, for seeing me today, mi amiga,” he spoke gently, his gruff voice always making him sound more intimidating than he’d ever attended.

“You’re welcome, and how are you today my dear patient.” she was naturally sweet and naturally kind but there was a special place inside of herself for Roman, he was her favorite patient she could say that with no question. She had been insanely proud of him and how he’d work to overcome his addiction and whenever he thought he’d faultier she was right there. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to need something has bad as Roman did but she would, of course, be there to tell him all of the reasons why he didn’t need to pick up a needle again.

She never needed to look back at her notes when it came to him she remembered everything and it seemed like they could pick up from the last week they had left off on. She was never startled by his voice instead it was comforting to her, she’d had him for a patient for a very long time and she did secretly fear the day that he would no longer be her patient. “Getting ready for the new semester?” She asked the pen that had been held between her fingers was placed down, showing that she was not just asking to make small talk but that she actually cared.

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Notepad, check. Pen, check. Candle burning at her desk giving off the scent of later check. Shiva would assume the position as it was, taking a seat in a plush chair across from an equally plush love seat. Her next appointment would be hear soon, thankfully it was one of her regular patients. She hated hearing those cheesy lines like ‘you’re far to be beautiful to be a doctor’. It was true, the woman could have been more suited to the pages of a fashion magazine instead of this office, but it was what she had decided to do with her life. For every bit of beauty she possessed, her brains were more admirable and she’d been taught that way too. Aside from a few little hiccups she’d done her family very proud.

“I’m read’ty for my next patient.” She said using the intercom in her office, dated thing but still it made her feel important. Legs crossed over one another in such a way that too much skin was shown for a normal doctor, but she wasn’t. The black pencil skirt required her to keep her notepad on her lap well the red blouse offered nothing but an outline of her upper body. Tapping her toes to some kind of unnamed melody heard only in her head she’d wait for the next patient.

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