A Thief In The Night

The Definition Of Water

Izabella

Did he have to be so damn charming? Seriously. The plan, which had been the plan from the very beginning, was to hit on the professor, gain his trust, steal the artifact and let him take the fall for it.

I sat in his classes under other guises, sometimes stealing his other student's faces when they were absent, for a month. I was charmed by him. It was no wonder that his classes were popular.

Observing people and places was one of my favorite past times. The professor was taller than me, on the verge of lanky. His eyes hazel seemed mercurial in some ways. He rarely went anywhere other than his home, his office, or his classroom. He walked a lot. He talked a lot. But he didn't do much of anything overly exciting. Or that appeared to be the case. Could anyone be charming and that boring all at the same time?

It was sheer stupidity on my part to tell him my real name, even if it was only my first name. This professor was something more than he seemed, and that was becoming apparent by the moment.

In his apartment, Professor William "Bill" Tennesson proved to be smart, witty, and mystifyingly, undeniably, sexy. I managed to forget myself when he reached out to kiss my hand, and the barest moisture from his lips stung. I'd have a mark there for a few days. Hopefully I could keep further marks on my body down to a minimum.

There were advantages to my form. There was also distinct disadvantages that came into play when my skin came into contact with moisture. Sweat, saliva, bodily fluids were all problems I could manage, though they did leave a mark. As long as it didn't rain or snow, I was fine.

"I'm, uh, a bit out of practice," Bill said.

"Oh, no need to worry, I think you'll figure it out. It's like riding a bicycle," I offered.

"I suppose that analogy makes sense, though I'm not sure who the bicycle is in this scenario."

"You, for now." I pushed him back on his bed while I kissed him. He did pretty well for a guy that said he was out of practice. His kisses stung slightly and tasted fiery. I was surprised that his mouth was so dry from kissing. Maybe he really was nervous. His hands seemed to know what they were doing as they roamed my still clothed body.

Bill felt more than ready when I slid my hand between us. I undid his belt and opened his pants. He didn't protest when I stopped him as he tried to take off his shirt. Nor did he protest when I didn't remove my dress. He busied himself with kissing me instead.

He stopped me by catching my elbow as I hiked up my skirt, preparing to remove my underwear. He asked a simple question. "Protection?"

"Female condom."

He looked surprised and pleased all at the same time. I planned for eventualities. There was nothing wrong with being prepared.

As I straddled him and let him press up inside me, I adjusted my body to suit his length and girth. We both sighed as we got comfortable with each other.

Being a semi-displaceable fluid entity made it easy for me to mold myself to his shape and even apply a certain amount of pressure.

His face was worth it as his eyes fluttered under my subtle movements. My adorable, charming professor was lost to the sensations that danced through his body as I watched. I moved, and he grabbed at my hips to stop me again.

"Wait. Oh, by all the realms, please, please wait. I don't want to spend myself in thirty seconds."

"Has it really been that long?"

"Oh, you have no idea."

"I was serious about seeing the morning light. I don't have to leave if you don't want me to."

"You would stay for breakfast?"

"I'll stay until breakfast. But you have to make it worth my while."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

The first time was quick. When he came, he dropped his forehead to my chest and I brought a hand up to play with his soft, black hair. He gave a low groan in response. I was amused by the sounds he made until he looked up at me with his hazel eyes. There was a deep hunger and passion, along with a delicate desire. It was as if I was everything he'd hoped for but he was scared to take it.

Truth be told, I was scared as well. But I was a thief. It was my job, and I'd take Bill's hunger and passion and leave him passed out wanting more by morning.

As he recovered quickly, I found that he was not boasting. Whatever held him back before, didn't hold him back now. I don't recall ever spending an evening being so satisfied or made to feel more like melted candle wax. A wax candle that would harden then start the pleasurable process all over again.