Camila drops her bag by the door. she turns slowly to Lauren , who's sitting behind the desk and regarding her over her glasses.
"Did you check the door?"
Camila swallows. "Yes." And double-checked, actually; it's definitely locked.
"Okay." Lauren smiles at her, reserved, but with something a little predatory about it. Heat twists in Camila 's stomach.
"What should I..."
Lauren waves a hand. "You can decide. Where would you like to be, Camila ? The couch is fine, or the chair. Or maybe you'd prefer it on the floor?"
she raises an eyebrow at that, quirking it at Camila like they're sharing a private joke. Camila can't help the nervous laugh she lets out. Lauren doesn't say anything more, and Camila realizes she 's actually being allowed to choose where she does this. she glances around Lauren 's office again - it's late, and the curtains are drawn tightly closed, but the overhead lights are bright. Camila kind of wishes they could turn them off and do this by lamplight instead, but - I want to see you, Lauren said. You're going to make yourself come, and I'm going to watch.
The couch does look fine, soft and giving. Lauren 's free chair looks comfortable enough too. Camila looks up to see that Lauren 's regarding her carefully. her desk is solid wood, and it looks thick and strong, high enough that if Camila were to sit on it, Lauren 's face would be about level with her chest. her cheeks go pink at just the thought, and she bites her lip, watching a smirk curl onto Lauren 's mouth as she realizes what Camila 's thinking. she picks up the stack of papers in front of her and tucks them into a draw, leaving a sizeable free space on the desk.
"Take off your clothes and come sit over here, Camila ."
"I -" Camila pauses, taken aback by the suddenness of it. "All of them?"
Lauren nods, and she 's still smirking. "Yes, all of them. Why? Were you hoping to hide something from me?" she finally stands up, coming around from behind the desk to stand in front of Camila . Camila always forgets how tall her professor is, how different it is being near to her, rather than sitting in the lecture hall watching Lauren talk.
"No - no," Camila says.
"Good," Lauren says. she brings one hand up to stroke at Camila 's hair. A finger curls around Camila 's ear, right where she 's sensitive. "Because you're not going to hold anything back if you want this grade, Camila . Do you want it?"
Camila nods. Lauren 's fingers are stroking at her nape, now, teasing.
"I want you to say it, Camila ."
"I - I really want it, Ma'am ."
"Mm." Lauren hooks a finger into one of Camila 's belt loops. "You'd do anything for it, wouldn't you Camila ? Even come here and fuck yourself on my desk for it. Want to so bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am ." Camila swallows again. Lauren 's dragging her closer, but making no motion to kiss her. Camila doesn't even know if that's on the cards. "I really want to."
Lauren smiles again, softer, and she leans in to murmur against Camila 's ear. "I think you should probably start undressing, then."
she releases Camila 's belt loops and stands back a little, but not quite enough to not be in Camila 's space. Camila starts with her shirt, first, tugging it over her head and dropping it on the floor next to them. Lauren 's eyes rake over her torso, and Camila can't hide the flush of pleasure she gets at the way Lauren 's looking at her, intent with want. she looks down at the ground rather than meet Lauren 's eyes. she toes off her shoes, glad she decided to forgo socks, except maybe then it would've given her a little longer stalling time before taking her pants off. As it is she fumbles with the zipper, shaking slightly, before she finally manages to pull them open and tug them down.
