The Me You Stole ✔

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Seeing Tanner's smile was a thing of beauty. It'd been ages since Jan had laid eyes on it. Each second that ticked by as they walked through the tunnel toward her designated domicile, she thought of how close she'd come to never seeing it again.

Their fingers brushed together. Jan's heart skipped a beat.

"Well, this is it. It's not much, but what'do you think?"

They slowed in their stride, Tanner interlocking their fingers as they faced the door.

"It...it looks a little small," Tanner mused, looking up. "It looks tinier than the closet-sized spot I had at your mother's school."

Comments like those were innocent enough but they left a sting.

"Actually...that's why I got this one," Jan confessed. She met Tanner's gaze. "It reminded me of you."

At the time the decision had made Jan feel whole. Now as she looked up at the low doorframe, she lamented it.

"I should have gotten something bigger."

Tanner leaned in, his warm breath against the back of Jan's neck as he reached up to catch hold of the doorframe.

"I dunno. It might be pretty cozy," he said. His lips brushed along Jan's skin. "We won't know until we've tried. Should I invite myself in for a cup of coffee?"

Even that much Jan couldn't offer. "We'd really be on top of each other. The hallway itself is only big enough for one."

Chest pressed against Jan's back, Tanner asked, "Are you saying...that you're against me being on top of you?"

Tanner ran his hand up Jan's backside, squeezing. When he slipped into the back of the snug trousers, Jan groaned.

"I really do have to study. Dinner took ages."

"You don't have to study," Tanner whispered. "The next evaluation won't be for months."

Tanner slid his hand up, finding purchase on Jan's waist.

"Dinner's over but I wouldn't mind some coffee."

"You don't need coffee, you don't drink coffee, and I'm not allowed habit forming substances. So you're out of luck either way."

Inhaling, Tanner cooed, "You smell so nice."

Jan fought to be strong. "Do I?"

"Oh yes. And you're not wearing anything under there, so you've piqued my interest."

Eyebrow raised, Jan looked back at him.

"Piqued my cock's interest," Tanner admitted.

At least that decision had turned out for the best. Jan unbuttoned her trousers and pulled the top open.

"I am wearing something. You were just too eager to notice it."

The fabric was solid white in the front and back, though the sides were so thin they were nearly transparent. Jan had worried at first that the undergarment would only serve to overemphasize her posterior . Tanner's guttural cough told her her efforts were appreciated.

"It makes your rump look so nice."

"Stop calling it a rump." Jan chuckled. "Don't you have a sexier name?"

Tanner didn't answer her for some time. Instead, he stared at the bare flesh.

Jan was careful as she re-buttoned her trousers and pressed her hand against the door. Once the narrow hallway gaped before them, Jan turned to enter on her own.