College Affairs

Chapter 20

You frown, you don't want to wait another hour and a half, you want to be selfish and have Tom all to yourself but what did he say about taking it slow? Making sure you don't get caught out?
"Fine," you sigh eventually, "But as soon as you're done, we're getting out of here." You say, your tone leaving no room for negotiation. He bows his head, thinking then after a moment looks back at you, his cheekbones sucked in, his lips forming a tight "o", sort of like a fish face.
"I'll take my keys with me then." He says at last. You break into a small smile and walk over to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"When we get home we're starting from where we left off last night, agreed?" You say ruefully. He smiles ruefully at you, "I don't want to go to the lecture now. How can I focus with that thought on my mind?"
"Oh that's not all," you grin, "I'm going to be listening in on the lecture as well."
"Oh you're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" He grins before bending his head down and pressing his lips on yours. Your arms encircle each other as the kisses deepen. Your tongue explores his mouth and he groans, a deep sound from the throat. You take a bunch of his shirt in your fist and he pushes you up against a wall. You gasp a little at the force and he leans back, concern in his eyes, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asks, gently placing a lock of hair back behind your ear. It amazed you how he could be so rough and so gentle at the same time. You shake your head no but look at the wall behind you and let go of his shirt.
"We don't want to be late for the lecture." You state, smoothing down his shirt before your own.
"How am I supposed to concentrate with you in the room after that?" He asks smiling, his tone light.
"Well we'll just have to see won't we?" You grin ruefully, licking your lips seductively. Tom shakes his head and opens the door, thankfully no one's in the corridor to see you too slip out together. Except perhaps, for Mr Weadon.
The lecture went for an hour and fifteen minutes. He tried hard not to look at you because when he did, he'd stumble or miss a word. You'd sat quietly like a good student, occasionally flirting just to be a tease.