So.... been it's like 3 years. I just had the idea to do this and wanted to publish it. I wont be updating regularly again tho :( I've been watching Sherlock and this has a couple references to the characters. So this is taking the character's backgrounds from a fanfic called After Hours on fanfiction.net. SUPER GOOD and I highly recommend you check it out! Just a brief summary so ya understand the dynamic. Regina and Robin work in a high school. Regina is the principal and AP physics teacher feared by almost everyone. Where Robin is the honors English teacher beloved by all.
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"Finally" Regina sighed
She finally looks up from her papers for the first time since she's sat down. Her and Robin decided to spend tonight together grading their midterm assignments at his house. His house—in its normal state of organized chaos— has books skewed about in no particular order, a couple cups of half finished coffee, and pictures cluttering every shelf space. It's not her style; in fact, it's the complete opposite of her style. But she's grown to love it; his house personifies his mind. She pears over at the disorganized reader. Taking her apple tea in hand and leans back on the comfy couch: just observing. He's sitting in his arm chair. His reading classes preached on his nose with a confused pout of a face. As if he's trying his hardest to give the student more points to see the literary theme from their side—typical Robin. A sucker punch of desire ran through her. She's always been attracted to this side of him. It's honestly what made him hard to resist in the beginning. He's always been a softie it's just about the first thing she noticed from him. The teacher side who cares about his students immensely always there to guide instead of tell. Damn those glasses look oh so good on him. They age him: quite perfectly she might add. A awful idea enters her mind one she really shouldn't entertain, but she's done grading and it looks like Robin only has a little left so... why not.
"Robin"
"Mmmm" is all the response she gets he doesn't even bother to look up. Well that certainly won't do.
"Robin..." she says more sultry hoping he'd notice the change in her tone, but to no avail. Looks like she'll do this the hard way. She starts unbuttoning her gray silk blouse.
Nothing. Not a single response he's far too engrossed in that paper to even look up. She ends up taking all her clothes off—she's never been one for subtly anyways. The last thing she took off was her heels. Standing she intentionally throws them a little harder than normal on the floor as she stood up.
"S'm one at the door?" He mumbles
"Why don't you go check?" She said walking closer to the arm chair
"Babe-" he finally looked up probably about to tell her that he's really busy when his sentence gets caught in his throat. God his expression is priceless. The same one he'd given her at the movie theater the other week. He stared mouth slack and eyes roaming greedily.
"Yes?" She ask snapping his eyes back to her eyes.
"Hmm, what?" He asked his eyes slipping down her body and back up.
"You were about to tell me something" she deduced for him walking slowly over to the arm chair.
"I don't... I don't remember." Was his breathless answer. The red pen and paper to the ground long fallen on the ground.
"You still have your sexy reading glasses on there, Sherlock" she threw a wink
"Well I'm studying something right now" he said finally able to reach out for her grabbing her hip and pulling her toward him. She stood in between his leg as he started to kiss her stomach venturing round her hip bones.
"You're incredibly sexy. Do you know that?" He says between kisses.
"Maybe" she said with a laugh and smirk staring down into his eyes.
"Did you know your reading glasses are incredibly sexy?"
"Maybe" he said laughed against her pulling her down on his lap. Kissing her deeply. She unties his tie as he moves his kisses down her jaw to her breasts. She moves down his chest unbuttoning his shirt she opens it expecting to find skin but severely disappointed when she finds a white t-shirt under it.
"Off" is all she says pulling at his shirt forcefully removing it from his shoulders as he lifts his arms momentarily stopping his progress so she can lift the t-shirt off. When he circles his arms around her figure again he hears a groan. He looks up with a smirk
"I missed your muscles" is all she says in explanation as he laughs and lifers her up moving to the bedroom.
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"That was way better than grading midterm essays" is all he says after a bit of silence with her snuggled up in his arms.
"I thought you could use a distraction" she said with a smile running her fingers lazily around on his chest.
"Minx" he says before diving down to kiss her a little longer not quite able to let go of this moment yet.
