My Dark Scientist

62| Between Magnetostats and Quantum

A/N: I think we've all been waiting for this chapter for the past four years ;)
Enjoy, my luvs.

E L L O R A

I don't need to search for him in the darkness of the mansion. I know exactly where he is, if he is not in his lab solving equations like he is possessed or in his room ordering me around to solve equations like I'm possessed.

There's only one other place he could be at.

Crossing his lab trying not to trip over any stack of book or a stool that shouldn't be in the middle of the room, I reach the huge pendulum. Just as I had predicted its shifted to the side from its usual place, revealing a winding staircase.

Last time I was here, it was a struggle to get up because I was still using my crutches. Now I'm free.

Last time I was here, I had also slapped him. Tonight, I have no such intentions.

The staircase opens to a small open balcony which a mesmerizing view of his garden and a pond. During sunset the view here is spectacular. Now though, it's a little bit eerie.

Magnus sits shirtless, his back against the wall at the edge of the balcony. His dress pants from the party hanging loose around his hips. And one of the first ever times, his hair is open and falls around his shoulders, as he takes a few drags from the cigarette between his fingers. There's a bottle of alcohol beside him, without the lid.

His eyes meet mine the moment I surface from the stairs. It's as if he knew I would come up and was waiting for me staring at the door.

The way his eyes lowers from my face, to my chest and my bare legs gives rise to goosebumps down my back. I realise I am just in a flimsy shirt- one of his shirts and nothing underneath.

Well I've been pettily stealing his shirts for quiet a while now as a revenge. But this is the first I've willingly come infront of him in his clothes- and nothing underneath.

His entire demeanor changes to that of a predator.

It's like he is going to jump me any minute.

And for the first damn time, I don't care.

Or maybe the first damn time I am accepting exactly how much I care.

I lean against the door folding my arms across my chest. "You left me."

His eyes bore into the place where my shirt rides up a little to reveal the skin of my thighs.

"You didn't come back to your room like you promised."

His eyes rides back up to my chest, where the shirt is tighter around my breasts due to my arms being crossed.

"You promised, professor."

I add the 'professor' after a slight pause, with a lower voice.

I'm pretty sure his female students have used this tactic a gazillion times over the tenure of his service, but I'm so glad it has exactly the effect I hoped it would.

His eyes darken as they go back and and forth between my face and chest.

I know it's a little cold here, so probably my nipples are visible.

Oh, I'm giving him the show of his life.

"Did you forget to use your mouth?" Just a millisecond after I said it I realised how my wording sounded in this setting.

"Come here and I'll show you exactly how I can use my mouth." He says darkly for the first time.

"Is that a warning?"