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A few weeks have passed...
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The last bell of the day rings and all the students start to shuffle out of the room and I begin to pack up my things.
"Did you hear about the party this weekend at Max's?" Cameron asks as he gathers his books and such.
"Yah, I heard about it." I shrug and cross my leg over my other.
"Well, are you planning on going?" He questions and raises his brow curiously.
"Daniel wants me to go. But, I'm not really into the whole drunk, sweaty teenager party thing as much as him." I grin.
"Well Daniel wouldn't be the only one who wants to you to go." He smirks and walks out. I blink hard as I watch him head out with the other students.
Now, I'm not gonna lie, there has been some innocent flirting coming from my side but, it was all innocent. Honestly, I highly believe that this is all it is... innocent flirting. Right?
All of the students file out and I head over to Benedict's desk with a smirk. I hop up onto the desk and say, "Watchu doing?"
"Work." Benedict looks up at me with a smug grin and I pout.
"Can you take a break?" I trail my hand up and down his arm with my middle and index finger.
"Maybe... I could need some persuasion." He says huskily.
"Is that so?" A devilish smirk plays onto my lips and I lean over and kiss his neck, causing him to moan lightly. I make a bold move and my hand makes it way down to his lower region and I begin to massage my palm there. He lets out a shaky breath and he begins to get hard. He quickly gets up and positions himself in between my legs as I sit upright on the desk.
"I can be very... persuasive." I smirk as he lets out a shaky breath. His blazing eyes make contact with mine. Benedict licks his lips and smashes his against mine. The kiss gets more intense and my body begins to fall back on the desk as he caresses me.
All of a sudden there's a knock on the door and we both snap our heads that way, we look back at each other with fear in our eyes. The handle begins to jiggle and I quickly jump down and position my self in the space under his desk. Benedict sits and I can see his hand shake on his thigh.
The door swings open and I hear the clacking of heels stride towards us. "Hello Mr. Cumberbatch, or- Benedict, isn't it?" Ms. Adler. I grimace and listen carefully to their conversation.
"Uh-yes, yes it is. I don't believe I ever caught your first name." Benedict replies, slightly stuttering.
"Irene, Irene Adler." She steps closer and my face gets hot with anger as her flirtations are getting on my last nerve.
