A night? Tonight.

My eyes hurt. My brain is bursting to capacity. The white lights in the library are making my eyes see pink elephants. I close the book. Alright, it's time to go home and take a break.
For a brief moment I wondered if students have ever gotten ulcers from midterm stress, and then decided not to think about that. I'll cross that bridge after I pass my tests.
After returning the textbook to the reserve desk, I pick up my bag, plug in my earphones, and head for the door. Walking outside is pure bliss... the crisp cold air, the dark night illuminated by dim yellow lights and the stars, a light breeze that gently ruffles my hair. It's not cold though, since the trench coat is really warm and cozy.
If only... No, I must not think about him. It's just... not an uplifting fact. I sigh. Unattainable men should be ugly and unattractive. Then everything would be ok.
Pondering for a moment, I take out a little packet containing two tiny pills: one white and one red.
Zaskana said, I try to think, "the white is for uplifting and the red is for seduction."
I sigh. Where does he get these crazy ideas about black magic curing spirits? They're probably just tic tacs that he mumbled his crazy witchcraft "recipes" over.
Well, I think to myself, I'm at a low point, so I can use some of these sugar pills. Fresh breath doesn't hurt either. Without another thought, I pop them into my mouth.
Hm. Interesting flavor. Cinnamon and... sugar? Mint? Cream? I can't distinguish the flavors separately. But damn, they're good.
Wow. They're good! They were tiny pills, but somehow they're not melting... but I'm so happy! And ooh. is that guy from across the way looking over?
I saunter over and use my index finger to tilt his chin up. His eyes got big and wide, and I open my mouth just a bit, lick my lips, and pinch his butt. There's was a small sound that came out of his lips, but I just grinned and walked away.
Whoa. That was weird. I guess I really needed sugar. I sigh. It was dark, and there was no one on the walk back. Stopping on the sidewalk, I glance around and giggle mischievously. I take off my shirt, leaving on only my black bra and black skirt, and then quickly put the trench coat on.
Well, that was fun. Too bad all this is just for me, though... I stuff the shirt into my bag, and continue walking, the smooth contours of the coat rubbing against my bare skin. Mhm. This has got to be illegal somewhere.
As I walked past the English building, a door opens from the government building, on the way to the apartment. A shape emerges, closes the door, sighs, and locks the door. It's a man, I think to myself. Holding a briefcase, some curly hair, a bit short...
wait. wait. wait.
Am I really seeing this or just hallucinating?
I stare at him as he walks towards me, in the opposite direction I'm going. The building lighting touches his face and I almost squeal in happiness.
It IS him!
He's still far away to make out the expression on his face, but he's looking down and seems to be out of it. His unique style of walking is just adorable, and the coat on my skin suddenly seems binding instead of exciting.
As he nears, I bite my lip, grin, plotting my plan of action. This is it! The Devil has given me the chance to tempt him. Drag him down with me, if you will.
Not having office hours, not letting me see you outside of class... you didn't think you'd keep escaping from me, did you? My hands clench in excitement in the pockets as the distance between us gets smaller and smaller....
He glances up, seeing a shadow coming towards him (oh, he has no idea). He smiles politely.
"Hi professor." I slow my pace as we near.
"Good evening." He doesn't slow his pace (saw that coming!)
"Umm.... I actually have a burning question I need to ask you..." I lowered my voice, so it's about an octave deeper. He finally slows a bit and his forehead crinkles in question.
"Yes?" I can tell he's a bit annoyed, being kept from his normal life as a professor and all.
I walk a bit closer. He takes a step back. "I..." Another step. Another retreat. "...was hoping..." Another step. Retreat. "...you could tell me..." I stop right in front of him, as his back hits the wall of the government building. "...about the security dilemma."
"I cannot give you any more information than to read the Jervis article."
"But, professor..." I lean a bit closer. "I want your opinion." My hand touches his coat. He just stares at me. "Do you think the offense or the defense has the upper hand?"
He grabs my wrist. "Defense, of course." The light in his eyes is no longer brittle, but... different.
I pull my wrist out of his hand. "Is that right?"
"Yes."
"But... what if," my hand goes to the buttons on my trenchcoat. "They have a secret weapon?" One button open. "Or..." A second button. "...maybe two?" Another button.
His eyes are still focused on mine, but his Adam's apple bobs up and down.
My hand stops. His eyes drop to the last button, my fingers lingering on it, circling it, stroking it, and his eyes come back up. "You won't pass the midterm by doing this..."
I grin. "Oh, don't worry." Unbuttons the last one. "The midterm..." My hand rests lightly on his chest. "...is the last thing on my mind." I unzip the front of his jacket, slowly, my eyes boring into his, a slow smile curling my mouth. His eyes reflect me in them.
Are those red pupils? I wonder as I stare into the reflection.
After completely unzipping it, my right hand snakes in slowly, my palm touching his upper abdomen, then his lower chest, and finally crawls to his pecs. They were surprisingly hard and warm, and I could feel the beat of his heart against my palm.
"Professor..." I flick my hair to one side with a head twist, and his eyes fly to the flesh that is now bare. "It's cold... but you don't feel chilly at all..." The warmth of his chest soaks into my hand, spreading throughout my entire body. I lean into him, and put my mouth against his ear.
"In fact..." I unbutton the first button on his button-up shirt. "...you're quite hot." As my left hand continues with the unbuttoning, my right travels down to the hem of his shirt, and slowly lifts up, taking care to brush his skin with every move I make.
His flesh feels... hot. Rough. Just the way I'd imagine his to feel. I rub my thumb across the skin right above the button on his jeans, and feel him suck in a breath of air.
"Oh, we can't have you being uncomfortable..." I place my mouth softly on his lips. Hm. Surprisingly soft. I pull back and peck again. And again. And then my tongue laves the crease in between, where the two lips meet. Finally, he responds. His mouth moves against mine, slowly and softly at first, and opening up. My tongue doesn't slide in, but I nip at his lower lip, and then lick it over. Again. and then pecks.
His tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and then slowly, as if testing the waters, moves into my mouth, twining with my tongue. My lips curve in a smile, and I close my eyes.
A discerning bulge begins to catch my notice, and the next thing i know, I'm pushed against the wall, his eyes glittering and his mouth damp... from my saliva... He backs off a bit and stares at me, finally seeming to make a decision. His eyes roam a bit.
I look at him satisfyingly, but he doesn't meet my eyes, even after a while. I look down. The trenchcoat that i had unbuttoned was now peeled open, in our little tryst. Not much, but enough. The sides lay about four inches apart, peeking out were my black lace-trimmed bra and cleavage, my unclothed stomach, and then matching black panties. My legs were together, but one was just tantalizingly laying across the other. With my hands splayed on the wall, it was almost the image of some Casanova movie that I probably saw...
He moves back towards me slowly, his eyes drifting back up. A drop of sweat rolls down his cheek, and i reach to brush it off. He grabs my wrist.
"No, it's my turn." Those words set off something in me, and I complied.
With his other hand, he pushes the left side of the trenchcoat about halfway down my arm, leaving the right side untouched. He places my right hand, the one i was reaching for him with, behind his neck, as he approached. Moments seemed like hours, and the time it took for him to reach me seemed like an eternity.
But finally, reach me he did... His lips kissed my mouth, but before I could kiss him back, he moved to my jaw, then to the spot right behind my ear... then the tendon of my neck. He lingered there, breathed in and out, and I almost go crazy. His scent, exotic and minty, reach my nose, and I close my eyes and lean back against the wall. My left arm is trapped in the trenchcoat, but I don't mind. His mouth, now his tongue, glides along my neck, to my collarbone. His right hand comes up from his side and gently grabs my bare waist, slowly rubbing my back... back and forth... back and forth. I barely suppress a moan.
His left hand first touches my thigh, then my butt, and then crawls slowwwwlyyy up my back, until he reaches the clasp of my bra. It's then that I realize where we were, outside, in the quad, against a building, in a public place. I feel no coldness, but my logic seemed to be coming back to me.
"Wait... Wa-" His hand unclasps the bra and his right hand goes up to pull down the bra strap. He pulls and pulls but it just won't come down, as the trenchcoat is covering one side while my arm is trapped in the arm. With a sound of frustration, he tears the bra from the straps and throws it on the ground next to us.
I make an indignant sound. "That was my Victoria's Secret br-" His mouth lowers on my breast and I'm momentarily speechless. His tongue swirls around, then across, and then around my nipple... He playfully bites at it, and just as I reacted from the soft sting, he lifts his mouth. His white smile shocks me beyond belief.
"I'll buy you more. But, as of now," his eyes drop onto the other nipple, "this is more worthwhile." My mind doesn't comprehend his words, as it is more focused on the fact that the laved nipple is now touching the cold air, and it perks up, tightening and almost painful.
He works on the other nipple, and my legs feel weak, almost as if I'm going to fall. His right arm goes around my back, and keeps me standing, as he attacks with force and skill.
Just as his hands were about to pull down the panties, a shadow falls on us. My nose picks up a spicy scent just as my eyes opens in horror to see blue eyes humorously staring down. They skim down and then back up, and meet mine. Those eyes.... that tall, lean body..
He leans against the wall, no longer in his chef uniform but in a polo shirt and khakis. In his hand was my bra. He lifts it to his nose and takes a long sniff, closing his eyes. He opens his eyes and licks his lips.
"Well, well, well. So this is what you do when you're not catering..."
"This-This-this isn't what it seems," I manage to stutter out. Prof K immediately stands up, his eyes staring harshly at the other man but doesn't seem to be embarassed at being discovered... huh?
"Seducing teachers... a bit voyeuristic out here, don't you think?" His gaze turns to the professor. "And you... aren't you a little worried about... oh, your reputation?" He pulls out his cellphone menacingly.
Prof K doesn't back away. "I don't care. Call whoever you want. Any other school would be willing to accept me." He glances sideways at me. I stare, shocked, at his lack of panic. Then, realizing what I look like, quickly pull the sides of the trenchcoat closed.
"Oh oh oh. I sense a sensitivity there." The Greek god chuckles, as he looks longingly at the edges of my coat, where once was bare flesh. "But you never know what might happen... However," his gaze sharpens, "I think we might be able to come to some sort of deal..."
"She doesn't promise anything unless she's with me," Prof k announces. Once again, my jaw drops in surprise. "since I have more experience in this sort of matters." The other man chuckles, and as if finally realizing what he said, Prof k turns a little red. Or maybe it's just bad lighting.
"Don't worry, Mr.Teacher. I never said anything about excluding you in our little deal." He holds out his hand. "Now, shall we go to someplace more private to talk about this?"