Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Saturdays

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We were drunk.

It didn't mean anything.

I can't do those things with my professor again, it's just wrong.

I don't know what came over me before but I understand now that I could have costed him his job and me my education if we had been caught that day.

As I'm sitting in my desk in class 221B with Dessia, Kaeya, and other students who are waiting for Professor Holmes to arrive, I ponder about whether or not to visit him next Saturday.

He was drunk when he told me to return, so I probably should stop getting lessons of deductions from him.

"Hey, Jim?" I turn behind my seat and look at him, as he sets his pen down from writing and smiles:

"Yes?"

"I think I can go out on Saturday. My plans got um...postponed." I smile nervously.

"Great, I'll come by your room at six-ish on Saturday then?" He tells me.

"Sure, but where did you say we were going again?" I ask.

"I forgot...we can see a movie if you'd like?" Jim suggests.

"Cool." I nod in conformation as Professor Holmes enters the class.

He saunters over to his desk and fixes a few papers, stacking them neatly on another pile. He removes his long trench coat and scarf, as he greets us:

"Morning, zombies."

He glances at the entire class, his eyes stop at me and a smirk plays his lips.

I feel bad about last time. I feel like I've been used.

Who knows, he could have done it to tons of other girls...

I stare at him blankly, before he averts his attention to the board:

"Today, we will be discussing poetry..."

He blabbers on about the different types of stanzas and all that other jazz, when I feel my hair being touched.

I turn my head a bit to see that it's Jim who's playing with my hair, but I pretend not to know.

"Do you mind?" He leans in and whispers in my ear.

"N-No..." I shake my head.

"Cool." He mumbles.

It feels nice to have someone play with your hair.

"Moriarty." Professor Holmes grumbles.

"What?" Jim looks at him, irritation in his tone.