The kiss was slow and tender, the type that girls could only dream about. This was far from being your first kiss, that much was true, but the way Seán was handling it made it feel like the first time.

His eyes had been closed, but opened again as he pulled away carefully, leaving you only wanting another. Somehow, that single kiss left you yearning for more. How powerful was he, really?

He smiled serenely. "How was that?"

It took you a moment to get your bearings again. "I-it... it was... p-perfect," you managed, blinking wildly. Your breath felt caught in your throat, taken, stolen away all with a single kiss.

"Good. I'm flattered. But my kisses aren't freely given, they're earned. If you want another one, you'll have to earn it," he explained.

Earn another kiss? Out of sheer curiosity, you asked, "How do I earn another one?"

His smile widened a touch. "We'll see. Different ways."

Well, that certainly didn't help. You felt your face trying to pout a little, and you quickly erased it from your expression. His kiss had felt like magic, really; there were butterflies in your stomach still, long after the kiss had been broken. "I... I think I should leave now," you stuttered, your hand groping for the doorknob. Once it clutched the smooth metal you jerked yourself away from him, out into the hallway where you ran. Breathlessly, you ran from him.

I don't know what's happening between us anymore. He kissed me. He really kissed me!

~☆~

"I think you should start taking something for insomnia. Maybe go and see a doctor."

"I'm guessing I have bags under my eyes again?" you spat out at her, making her flinch. "Very observant, Steph."

"I'm sorry," she apologized. When you nodded, she went on. "I'm just... worried about you. You're edgy and sleepy all at the same time."

"That's what lack of sleep does to me, I guess," you replied softly, looking down at the floor while the two of you walked. "So how are your art classes going?"

"Class. Just one. I'm hoping it's going well enough, my professor seems much happier with me this time." She chattered away as you entered the classroom together.

As much as you dreaded it, your mind turned back to your professor. To Seán. To the kiss that had been shared between the two of you.

You had dreamt of him again. It had started nearly as soon as you fell asleep, and you woke up in a sweat at two in the morning and had been up ever since.

This time it had been more intense. You could almost feel him inside of you. He was whispering the same thing, over and over: I'll make your sweet little dream come true.

It was quite the distraction from the lesson that day. And, of course, the professor noticed. So much so that as he was handing out the homework for the day, he kicked the leg of your chair, startling you so much that you shrieked slightly. Everyone's heads whipped around towards you, and you could feel twenty pairs of eyes on you. Your face burned. God damn him! He was picking on you again!

"Forgive me. I didn't intend on kicking your chair." Yeah, right. "I believe you left something important in my office yesterday," he murmured softly. "You may pick it up later."

Great, another fucking reason to have to go into his fucking office. What's next, he's gonna pin me down on his fucking desk?

You really wished that you hadn't thought of that, because now it was all you could see in your mind. Face aflame you hung your head a little, staring down at the work he had given you. Easy enough.

Stephanie was gazing at you with an eyebrow raised. Once she caught your eye, she mouthed the words, "You okay?"

All you could do was shrug. You couldn't tell her.

~☆~

What in the hell did I leave in his office that I need to grab so badly?

--Fuck, where's my purse?!

You practically ran to his office after your final class, pounding on the door in much the same way as you had the last time. As he opened the door, you blurted out, "I'm just here for my purse. I don't want to come in."

"Really? That's a shame." His grin was cocky. "I won't give you your purse unless you come in."

"Sir, please..." you begged softly.

His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Now you listen to me," he said with a warning tone. "When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done without question. I am not asking you to do much, simply to come in. Why must you refute me at every goddamn turn?"

Your heart raced as he stepped aside, allowing you into his office.

I'll make your sweet little dream come true...

You shook your head to clear it. "Sir, please, I'm only here for my purse..."

"And your purse you shall have. On one condition." His cocky grin returned. "You've done well today. Would you like another kiss?"

Your immediate thought was yes, that you would have absolutely loved another kiss. But you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. "Sir, please, I don't think it's appropriate..."

He slammed his hand down flat on the desk, tearing off his glasses with his free one. "I don't give a damn what you think is appropriate or not! We are both adults, are we not? Am I not allowed to have a life outside of that classroom, hmm?"

"S-sir, that's not what I'm saying at all!"

Seán approached you rapidly, so rapidly that you froze in place out of sheer fear. He grabbed your head and jerked you into a kiss, one that was rougher than the last. His teeth nibbled at your lower lip as he pulled away from it. "What part of this do you not get? Must I spell it out for you? I want you."