one thing with tabitha is, that if she’s ever told she can’t have something - she’ll fight even harder to get it, almost out of spite & almost out of a willingness to prove people wrong. maybe that’s why she always takes just a little longer to pack away her bag in emitt’s class, maybe that’s why her eyelashes flutter just those few extra times and maybe that’s why she’s found herself sat on the male’s desk long after classes had finished for that day, skirt hitching up ever so slightly as she crosses her left leg atop her right leg. ‘ you can deny it all you want, but i see the way you look at me. ‘ she teases as her gaze fixates itself on the male. ‘ i get you wanna be professional and whatever but c’mon... ‘ she drags out as she moves to be knelt on the table, jacket shrugging off her shoulders as she moves closer to him, dainty fingers gripping at the male’s tie. ‘ i know you want this just as much as i do. ‘ she teases, teeth biting down against the corner of her lesser lip.