Back to business?

Erik tries to focus on the example problems that Mrs Revers has given him; typically, he would’ve been distracted by her deliberately distracting him, eye fucking him, moving her chest for him, or just he general demeanour. Instead, Mrs Revers has her coat over her shoulders, almost slouching, her chin in her palm, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stares at the bright monitor in front of her.

She must still be arguing with her husband.

Every now and then, she’ll lift her head up, type something out, suck on her teeth, before backspacing and typing something else. She sighs softly, her chin falling back into her palm, her entire body looking tense, like a street cat ready to pounce.

“Uhm, Mrs Revers?”

She glares at him for a second before seemingly remembering that he’s in the room with her. A slight shake of her head, and her eyes soften; she clears her throat and adjusts her posture, “Yes. Apologies, I seem to have drifted off.”

“It’s fine.” He reassures, turning the page around; he points to a particular issue, “I’m not exactly sure what this is asking? Is it a reasoning problem or a mathematical one?”

Mrs. Revers nods; she walks him through the question, seeming a bit more like her usual self as she teaches him, something she’s clearly passionate about. Erik is disappointed to see her smile fade after Erik understands the question, her elation brought crumbling down by whatever appeared on her monitor.

Erik decides to let her be; he’s not ignorant to the fact that she would definitely be more willing to have fun and fool around if the cloud overhead clears at least a little bit, and besides, Erik feels a certain level of guilt in taking advantage of a hurting woman. If she's going to cheat, let her do it on her own terms, instead of through pressure from Erik.

That’s a poor justification.

Though, as much as Erik wants to be a gentleman, the anxious clicking of her pen in between her fingers is making every hair on Erik’s body stand on end.

“Mrs Revers, I’m sorry, that’s so distracting.”

She looks towards him again, forgetting he was there.

“Oh. My apologies, again. I am just, all over the place today.” She puts the pen down and gives him a forced smile, “Sorry. Is everything okay with the paper? Any more questions?”

Erik shakes his head.

And you know what? Erik is just a boy, a boy who is thinking more and more with his dick than his brain in recent times, “Mrs Revers, you seem very tense? Are you okay?”

Her brows furrow as she smiles, “Yes, yes. I’m okay, just a bit stressed recently; we’re nearing exams after all, you could pay to be a bit more worried.” She laughs, the strain in her throat palpable; she’s a terrible liar, he notices for the first time.

Erik stands; Mrs Revers doesn’t move to say anything — or stop him.

Erik walks around the desk, Mrs Revers watching him carefully.

“Your shoulders are really tense, may I?” He holds his hands up, his intentions about 70% innocent.

She sighs and faces forward, subtle permission for him to approach.

Amelia sighs softly as Erik’s fingers sink into her shoulders, kneading the stress lumps gently. She tilts her head, inadvertently giving Erik a decadent view down her button-up covered cleavage; those shirt buttons do some heavy-duty work.

Erik is savvy enough to keep it respectful, inching down her back to get into her shoulder blades, which gets an appreciative coo from Amelia, who lets her head fall forward in bliss.

Erik really struggles to contain himself; the soft, pleasurable breathing and murmurs coming from Amelia are enough to get any man ready to go, and Erik is absolutely no exception. He moves his hands back up to her lower neck, pressing his thumbs into the muscles around the top of her spine. Maybe Erik has a career as a masseuse, because he is fully winging it, and Amelia’s eyes are fluttering with tranquility.

“Ahhhh.” She moans breathily, “Thank you, Erik. I’m okay now.”

Erik steps back and sits back down in front of her. She smiles at him, with a lot more warmth than she has before. “That was very nice. Thank you again; it was nice that you noticed.”

She seems a bit more… emotional than usual.

“Of course.” He nods. “I can tell. I like to think we know each other fairly decently now.”

She just smiles in response.