Kylo loved the heat of debate.

Rey loved the heat of debate.

Both enjoyed being right and knowing it.

Both were great at faking it as well.

Professor Skywalker, for Communications 20 ,Argumentive Public Speaking, also known as debate class, knew both were skilled with words.

Kylo could state facts without knowing if they were true or not, but always find support.

Rey was quick to disprove people, but had to search for the right evidence to support it.

Both were each other's weaknesses, which is why it was perfect to pair them up for their final.

The debate topic was to pay or not to pay for water.

Skywalker knowing he could not keep up with their debate had told them to film it.

Kylo wasn't thrilled to be paired with such a 'follow the rules speaker' and Rey didn't like his 'carefree go with the seam of his pants' speech skills.

She would consistently find herself pointing holes in his debates and he would do the same. He knew he could ask questions she couldn't answer without sounding like she would disprove herself, and she knew she could belittle his own bullshit so-called evidence with hard facts.

After both had thought it over and discussed when and where to meet, it was clear they were ready to take each other down.

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"Well Kylo, what about the fact-"

"Now before you start spouting off facts, how about you answer me this-" He interrupted her.

"Maybe you should answer one of mine first." Rey snapped at him, almost losing her cool completely.

"Why do you always try to be right?" Kylo yelled at her.

"Why do yo always have to be such an asshole?" Rey stepped out from behind her podium.

"Why do you always come to class acting like your better than everyone else?" Kylo shouted in front of the empty class room, leaving his podium as well.

"I'd love to hear your bullshit support on that claim!" Rey got in his face.

"You always wear some casual business wear, with your fake glasses to look smarter, and your hair all tied back. News flash sweetheart, I've seen you outside of class with your shiny hair let down, jeans hugging your body just right, and showing some cleavage. I know this is all an act."

"Oh really?" She shouted back. "You have this 'I don't care' charade when you actually care about everything. I've seen you help others, I know you put on this bad boy charade to probably pick up girls and it works."

"Are you wanting to kiss me as much as I'm wanting to kiss you?"

"I'm not even shocked you would have to ask."

"Fuck you!"

"Yes!" She answered him.

They closed the space between them.

The heat of debate consuming both college students.

They attacked each other's lips. Rey bit his bottom lip and he pulled on her bun, releasing her hair, and throwing the hair tie into the sea of desks.

She let go and her head hung back, as he took the moment to press kisses into her neck.

She bit her own lip now and shook her hair to fall freely around her.

His huge hands groped her small ass and Rey worked on his belt.

Seeing where this was going, he lifted her skirt up.

"Fucking belt." Rey hissed.

"Fucking pantyhose." He hissed back, finding something in his path.

The belt came undone and she got his zipper down.

"Just fucking rip them." Rey didn't care anymore. She just wanted to know what the growing bulge, she could see in front of her, could do to her.

Kylo grabbed her by her waist and easily lifted her, placing her on the nearby professor desk.

Her skirt rode up around her waist and Kylo grabbed the pantyhose by her crotch and ripped them.

Rey reached forward and wiggled his hardened member free.

She licked her palm and he licked his own finger.

Her hand slid up and down his whole length.

How was she going to take him all? She thought to herself.

His fingers pushed her panties aside and he slid a finger into her.

She gasped softly at the new feel of a finger, obvisiously bigger than her own.

She was so tight and wet, he wanted to fuck her senseless right there and then, but he knew he needed to get her stretched more.

Pumping his finger in and out, trying to not focus on her hand, so he wouldn't cum early, he slid another finger in next to it.

She could hear their pants, wordless pants between them, that she knew would form into moans.

As he slid a second finger in, she knew she needed to focus on his pleasure more.

She pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him falter with his rhythm.

She pressed the attack using some teeth and tongue and pumped faster.

He knew he couldn't take it much longer and started a hard, uneven pace with his fingers.

She bit into his neck harder and he had to resist cumming all over her hand.

He removed his hand, taking some juices and sliding them on her opening, then pushed her upper body down on the desk.

She let go of his dick and spread her own legs, making more room for his dick to enter her.

He lined with her entrance and pressed into her faster than he had meant to.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts too much."

She nodded at his words and he pressed the rest of the way in.

She took measured breaths, as her walls adjusted to his length. He gripped the sides of the desk, turning his knuckles white, resisting the urge to pound into her tight pussy.

"Kylo." He glanced at her relaxed figure, laying on the desk, spread out for him. "Do your worst."

His hands moved from the desk and gripped her hips roughly.

Picking back up to the pace they had been at with their hands, he thrusted into her and she moaned out.

In a mixture of pain and pleasure, pleasure outweighing the pain, she gained his wrists and moaned out with each thrust.

She could feel herself climbing all over again, but she wouldn't be able to resist her climax this time.

She was getting close and she wanted to cum all over his dick, but she wanted him.

She wanted him more.

She wanted him pissed off.

She wanted to feel the anger radiating off of him, as he fucked her.

She wanted to be able to feel the hatred he had for her, knowing she returned every ounce.

"Is that the best you can do?" She growled at him.

He pulled out and yanked her off the desk.

"Bend over." He commanded.

She bent over the desk and he lined himself up again and slammed into her.

The desk shifted forward some and he grabbed her by the shoulders, so she couldn't get away.

"I will fuck you, until you scream my name." He growled in her ear and she smiled.

She fucking smiled, she wanted this. She wanted this almost as much as he did.

"You dirty bitch." He said aloud.

He leaned up some and grabbed her wrists, pinning then down on her back.

"I'm in charge here, not you." He thrusted into her harder.

"Harder, limpdick." She demanded.

"I'm in control, not you." But he did as she wished and thrusted harder.

Her moans grew louder and his grunts joined her.

He was near his peak and he could feel her shakily climbing to her own.

"Fuck you, Rey." He grunted in her ear.

"Fuck you, Ky-Kylo." She growled back before she went into an orgasm, her walls tightening around his dick buried inside of her, sending him over the edge as well.

He collapsed over her, keeping her pinned to the desk, with his juices mixing inside of her.

"Get off of me. We have work to do." She told Kylo.

He obliged, knowing she was right.

Her legs wobbled, but she couldn't let him know. He would hold it against her.

She straightened up, after he pulled out and they began to fix themselves.

She pulled her hair back into a bun using her back up hair tie, knowing that the other one was forever lost.

She smoothed down her skirt and he put his dick away.

"Shall we continue?" She asked, taking her place back at the podium.

"Yes." He cleared his throat.

The door opened at the back of the class and in stepped Professor Skywalker.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid something came up and I have to leave town, so I will be needing your final now to look over." He told the two.

Rey glanced at the camera that had been recording this whole time.

Professor Skywalker walked up on to the stage of the class and took back his camera.

"How do you think it went?" He asked the two unusually quiet students.

"It was alright." Kylo grinned and looked over, winking at Rey.

"Yeah, I may have to partner up against him again." She smirked, knowing that there was nothing she could say or do to stop her professor from looking at that footage, but hoping he wouldn't notice her ripped pantyhose at the moment.

"Great." Professor Skywalker said, then looked at the desk.

The desk on which they had just got done fucking on.

He tilted his head ever so slightly and bumped it back into place.

"Have a good break." Skywalker said and headed down the stairs.

Kylo followed and Rey as well, grabbing her bag.

"See you around." Kylo glanced over his shoulder, coldly at her.

Oh hell no, he was not going to fuck her and then blow her off, when she wanted more.

School was done for the semester. She had almost all Winter Break to herself, while her roommate and friends had all left that morning to see their family for the holidays, she had none, so here she would stay.

An idea slipped into her mind as she took the last step on the stairs of the stage.

Without thinking about it, she put the idea into action. 

She fell to her knees. "Ow!" She grabbed her ankle.

"Rey." Professor Skywalker turned around and Kylo did as well.

"Owww." She almost moaned, as to taunt Kylo. "I think I sprang it." She held her ankle.

"Kylo do you mind helping her to the nurse?"

"Sure. Go run off to whatever family drama is going on." Kylo replied coldly.

Skywalker glared at him, but kept his cool, because Rey was in their presence. "Sorry, I must be leaving. Happy Holidays."

Kylo stared at her and she stared back, as Professor Skywalker left.

"I can't walk on it." She finally told him.

He rolled his eyes, but leaned down and swooped her up in his arms, bridal style.

"Let's go back to my place." She told him.

"You should probably go to the nurse and get your ankle looked at." He replied, not looking down and noticing her mischevious expression.

"Why would I do that if I faked the incident, so you would have to carry me back to my dorm for round 2."

He was shocked. He stopped and looked down at Rey in his arms.

"My roommate is gone for the holidays." She said innocently.

"I hate my family, so I told them I wasn't coming."  He said matching her tone.

"So why don't you give me a different reason on why I can't walk?"

He smirked realizing what she meant.

"Round 2 it is." He replied and left the classroom with her in his arms still.