Professor Theophilus Carter Hatta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ethnomania) wrote2014-08-11 10:10 am
ethnomania) wrote2014-08-11 10:10 am
just look at his face though
It's been only a handful of weeks, a month at the most, and Theo is no closer to accepting Alice's renewed presence in his life as reality. There are points in the day when he is reminded of this fear all over again - the soft click of the door closing behind her for the night when she actually has classwork of her own to complete, the late nights when Theo wakes up in a cold sweat, alone, and then spends the hours until dawn watching her window from the streets below her building. He uses this to justify his own obsessive and incredibly possessive behavior, knowing good and well that there is no justification for the fact that he touches her at every opportunity, drives her to noises and gasps and orgasms every morning before she is given his well wishes and sent off to classes. Usually without her underwear, which Theo keeps in his pocket with a handkerchief from his youth.
He has no qualms about his inappropriateness, for several reasons. One, he knows good and well that he is firmly in the realm of insane and even though he occasionally wonders if that will last, if having Alice in his life again will return him to rudimentary stability like the sort he possessed through her childhood, he has no reason to believe that's changed exactly. Two, it is ridiculously difficult to unseat a tenured professor who has a dalliance or several with students not attending their classes.
Since he sees no reason that Alice would ever need to learn costuming or clothing design of any sort as long as he's around and sketching her every moment boredom seizes him without her presence, keeping her from becoming his responsibility to deal with in terms of grading is easily promised to his thoughts on the future. Were she to ever tell him that she had been approached about their 'relationship' he might entertain the idea of proposing marriage - for all that it is an unstable concept for him, naught more than paper - but she hasn't, and he hasn't, and there is that.
He has, however, considered asking her to move in with him.
It would solve several problems at once, really, and the schedule of final exams for both of them has left him feeling bereft and angry. His only hesitation is the fact that Alice agrees to everything he asks of her with immediacy and he wonders how long it will take her to realize that she has all the power here. That she could ask nearly anything of him and he would twist the very nature of magic to do her bidding.
Today, there are no finals, no classes at all; yet Theo is in the office, not for Alice specifically but because it is a day to be filled with nothing but administrative work. He'd be fine with that, in theory - Alice has a lovely voice and he has found that his tongue inside her while she gives him the abridged version of important memos from his email is quite the experience. In reality, there is a conference call that threatens to be several hours long that he is not allowed to be absent from.
Or mute the call. He did that for three semesters before anyone caught on.
He can hear Alice in the kitchen attached to his offices, somewhere behind him, and there's the sound of scraping chairs and setting minds on the open phone line. He shouldn't have to deal with this right now. He should be seeing to himself, his agitated state (several of his buttons are done improperly, never mind that not a one of them matches the others); he should be fucking Alice senseless into the breakfast nook, or against the wall, or on the desk again.
But no. He's on a conference call. With an irritated sigh he leans back into his chair just as one of the voices on the line brings the meeting to a start. "Alice." Notes of longing conflict with his irritation, his hair is sticking up in all directions and he thinks that sliding her white skirt with it's little black appliqués up over her hips wouldn't be so difficult at all. When he meets her eyes they're dark, and his smile leaves very little to the imagination of what he might want with her in the moment.
He has no qualms about his inappropriateness, for several reasons. One, he knows good and well that he is firmly in the realm of insane and even though he occasionally wonders if that will last, if having Alice in his life again will return him to rudimentary stability like the sort he possessed through her childhood, he has no reason to believe that's changed exactly. Two, it is ridiculously difficult to unseat a tenured professor who has a dalliance or several with students not attending their classes.
Since he sees no reason that Alice would ever need to learn costuming or clothing design of any sort as long as he's around and sketching her every moment boredom seizes him without her presence, keeping her from becoming his responsibility to deal with in terms of grading is easily promised to his thoughts on the future. Were she to ever tell him that she had been approached about their 'relationship' he might entertain the idea of proposing marriage - for all that it is an unstable concept for him, naught more than paper - but she hasn't, and he hasn't, and there is that.
He has, however, considered asking her to move in with him.
It would solve several problems at once, really, and the schedule of final exams for both of them has left him feeling bereft and angry. His only hesitation is the fact that Alice agrees to everything he asks of her with immediacy and he wonders how long it will take her to realize that she has all the power here. That she could ask nearly anything of him and he would twist the very nature of magic to do her bidding.
Today, there are no finals, no classes at all; yet Theo is in the office, not for Alice specifically but because it is a day to be filled with nothing but administrative work. He'd be fine with that, in theory - Alice has a lovely voice and he has found that his tongue inside her while she gives him the abridged version of important memos from his email is quite the experience. In reality, there is a conference call that threatens to be several hours long that he is not allowed to be absent from.
Or mute the call. He did that for three semesters before anyone caught on.
He can hear Alice in the kitchen attached to his offices, somewhere behind him, and there's the sound of scraping chairs and setting minds on the open phone line. He shouldn't have to deal with this right now. He should be seeing to himself, his agitated state (several of his buttons are done improperly, never mind that not a one of them matches the others); he should be fucking Alice senseless into the breakfast nook, or against the wall, or on the desk again.
But no. He's on a conference call. With an irritated sigh he leans back into his chair just as one of the voices on the line brings the meeting to a start. "Alice." Notes of longing conflict with his irritation, his hair is sticking up in all directions and he thinks that sliding her white skirt with it's little black appliqués up over her hips wouldn't be so difficult at all. When he meets her eyes they're dark, and his smile leaves very little to the imagination of what he might want with her in the moment.
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"Should we have another? A different flavor, perhaps." His thumb presses down a little harder, his voice not pitched quietly in the least. Someone makes a comment on distracting noises but no one counters it. The conversation drones on, after a beat.
Theo keeps one hand on Alice as he reaches down and unbuckles one of her legs, pulling it in close to his hip. "Come sit with me, hm?" A bite to her lips, and the hand that had been working at overstimulating her slid to the other restraint and unbuckled it, leaving Theo free to grab her by the hips and pull her in close before sitting in the overstuffed chair with Alice in his lap. He noses at her hair, running his teeth along the shell of her ear.