Lana's eyes fly open, and she bolts upright, sheets pooling around her waist. "Oh my god, Mikhail, we're going to be late for class!" she exclaims, scrambling out of bed and rushing to her closet. Mikhail leans back against the pillows, watching her with a lazy grin. "Relax, we've got time," he says, stretching his arms overhead and yawning widely. Lana shoots him a look, her hair a tangled mess. "You're not the one who has to deal with Marianne when you're late," she retorts, pulling on a clean pair of jeans. Mikhail gets out of bed and begins to get dressed, taking his time as Lana rushed around the room. "Here, let me help," he offers, stepping behind her to zip up her jeans. Lana leans back into him, her eyes fluttering closed briefly. "You're distracting me," Mikhail chuckles darkly, his hands slipping around to her front and slowly bunching up her shirt. "My bad," he murmurs, nuzzling her neck. Lana's breath hitches, and she squirms in his grasp. "Mikhail, we can't. We're already late," Mikhail's lips curve into a wicked smirk against her skin. "What's the point of being a big shot if I can't play hooky now and then?" His hands slide higher, teasing the underside of her breasts. "I'm sure your professor would understand if you're a little... delayed." Lana's knees buckle slightly as Mikhail's touch becomes more insistent. She lets out a shaky breath, torn between responsibility and desire. "But Marianne...she'll know," she whispers weakly. Mikhail spins her around and kisses her deeply, backing her up against the closed door. "Then she'll know,"
Mikhail's hands slide down to grip Lana's thighs, hoisting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist instinctively, the heat of his body seeping through their clothes. "I need you," he growls against her lips, grinding against her. "Right here, right now. Screw class." With a swift movement, Mikhail unzips his jeans and shoves them down just enough. He tears a moan from Lana as he thrusts into her, filling her completely. Her head thuds softly against the door as he sets a punishing pace, the sound of their ragged breaths filling the room. Mikhail captures Lana's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he takes her hard and fast. His hips snap against hers, the door rattling with each powerful thrust. He angles his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her see stars. "That's it, baby." Lana claws at his back, her fingers digging into his muscles as the tension inside her coils tighter and tighter. "Mikhail...it's too much..." she whimpers, her voice muffled against his shoulder. He grunts in response, his arms like iron bands around her. "Come for me, Lana." With a final, hard thrust, Mikhail drives them both over the edge. Lana buries her face in his neck, biting down to stifle her screams as she convulses around him. He groans deeply, finding his own release moments later, his body shuddering with the force of it.
They stay locked together, panting and drenched in sweat, until their racing hearts slowly begin to calm. Mikhail carefully lowers Lana to her feet and helps steady her when her knees wobble. "Well," he says, giving her a roguish grin as he tucks himself back in, "Now we're really late." Lana playfully slaps his chest, laughing breathlessly. "You're impossible." She quickly tidies herself up, running a brush through her hair and washing her hands. Mikhail watches her with a contented expression, leaning against the door frame. "You know," he says, sauntering over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, "I think we should make a habit of this." He nuzzles her neck, making her giggle. "Skipping class to have quickies? I don't think that's very responsible, Mikhail," He just shrugs, unrepentant. "All the more reason to do it then. Gotta live a little." He steals one more quick kiss before stepping back. "Come on, let's go face the music. I'll walk you to class and tell Marianne we were...studying." He winks salaciously.
Hand in hand, Theo and Lana make their way down the dormitory corridor, both trying to look casual despite the obvious fact that they clearly just fucked. Mikhail's shirt is untucked, and Lana's hair is mussed. As they approach Lana's classroom, Mikhail slows his pace, not wanting the moment to end. He glances around, ensuring they're out of sight, before pulling Lana into his arms for a quick kiss. "Text me during class," he murmurs against her lips. "Marianne might actually kill me... late and texting you" she smiles against his lips before opening the door, Marianne glances up from her desk, her expression immediately souring. "Lana," she says coolly, "you're late. Again." She shoots a disapproving look at Mikhail, who just smirks back unapologetically. Lana sighs and takes her seat next to Lucy, feeling the weight of Marianne's gaze on her. She knows she's in for a lecture, and possibly an assignment to make up for the tardiness. She shoots a pleading look at Mikhail, who sends her a smirk as he leaves waving his phone, making her chuckle.
