John's slight panic

Johns spent days agonizing over Rina running out of his new office, worried how badly he fucked up. How she was probably traumatized by his attempts at trying to play Father Figure and how he had probably just brought up old memories of some horror story that she'd buried deep in her subconscious. Now let out by his crappy attempts at being a therapist once again, leading to the old saying of leaving it to the professionals.

Honestly, John didn't know what to be more concerned about—that his first attempt at being a councilor had backfired so horribly or that this screw up on his part, which had spread out through the school in the last couple days, had probably outed the Phoenix. Considering she would have probably lied about his credentials to get him his job in the first place.

Well, John has been stewing over this for several days since seeing Rina last. He hadn't spent the entire time moaning about the situation. He'd also tried to better approve by continuing to tackle the how-to books on therapy. John was hoping to continue improving, hoping that if tested on his therapy credentials by the rest of the staff, he'd pass with all the cramming he'd been doing.

Sadily though, while John has been panicking and studying, the X-Men had been called to face some threat. So he'd been left to deal with it all on his own as Phoenix was off fighting some threat somewhere and Charlia was busy taking over for her, making sure that the school stayed under control. So John was left to stew in his own self-dread for a good day and a half before he found a package waiting for him in front of his office.

It was a wrapped present with a note that said from Rina, 'want to have another session soon. Sorry for leaving so suddenly last time.' in the present was a black leather belt. John was surprised at first but then found himself rather happy, as it seemed his session had gone far better than he'd hoped. So with fresh hope in his heart, John quickly set up sessions for later that day, wearing the belt she gifted him to the therapy session.

John waited with baited breath, slightly worried it was a ruse by Rina to get him alone and therefore ****. But he quickly dismissed such thoughts, realizing such thoughts would poison his perception of Rina before the session even began, and besides, it's not like he could stop her anyway. So he waited, his mind flipping between his hope of making a difference in someone's life and paranoia that it was a set up.

Eventually though the time was upon him as he heard the knock on the door. "May I come in?" Rina asked in a polite tone of voice far better than the tone she had the session before. Which was a good sign already.

"Of course Rina. Come right in." John said through his door, sitting at his desk with elbows on the desk and holding his hands together, trying to give off as much of a professional air as possible. Though that quickly failed as the wide-eyed shock that went across his face ruined any attempt at professionalism.

As Rina came in and quietly shut the door behind her before turning to face John. Shocking John with the fact that she was wearing the school uniform instead of her usual ripped jeans and short black shirt. The school uniform for girls was a white buttoned shirt and a black skirt that went past the knees.

This surprised John greatly because in the short time he'd been there at Xavier Institute, nobody wore the uniform. It wasn't that the uniform was hated or that none of the students listened to the staff. It's that the uniform was optional, so everyone, students and staff included, decided to wear their usual clothes of choice. So the fact that wild child Rina Logan would decide to wear it was a bit shocking, to say the least.

"Sorry, I decided to change my look. Does it not look good on me?" Rina said in a small voice when she saw John's shocked look. Upon seeing her disappointment face, he jumped to quickly clarify her misunderstanding of his shock.

"Of course, Rina, it looks lovely on you! I was just surprised because, to be honest with you, I think your the first student I've seen wear the uniform since I started here. The only reason I know that's the uniform is the x logo, and I saw a picture of it in the school's handbook." John said quickly, hoping to make sure he didn't destroy whatever good will he somehow created with his last session.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Doe. It's good to have a second opinion, though I'm a bit surprised I didn't even know we had a uniform. This was just something I saw sitting in the bottom of my closest that I'd thought I'd try on." Rina said a happy smile coming across her face at John's compliment at her filling out of the uniform and then a frown at the confusion that they'd actually had a uniform to begin with.

"Doesn't surprise me you probably got the uniform when you first came here then promptly forgot it ever existed once you put it in your closet." John said reasoning was what most likely happened to cause her to forget she had a uniform. "Though I have to ask what brought on this change in style, Rina?" John asked, figuring he might as well start with the most obvious question to get the session started.

"Well, after running out of here last time. I thought about how the situation went." Rina said with a thoughtful look on her face. Though upon the remainder of her bolting out of the room, John opened his mouth about to apologize, but she held out a hand, signaling for him to stop. "No professor. I wasn't upset with you; it was just the first time in my entire life someone had sat me on their lap and put their hand through my hair. It felt so nice, and I wasn't really sure what to do with that feeling, so I left." Rina said with an ashamed look on her face.

"While I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the session, that doesn't explain why you changed up your outfits so drastically." John asked, trying to get to the heart of the matter. Not letting his joy at hearing that something he'd attempted last session had succeeded to some degree.

"While I really didn't care all that much about my appearance before, so I wore whatever gave the best range of movement." Rina said with a small blush as she looked down, seemingly embarrassed at this admission. "But when you yelled for me to come back later after what happened. It just felt like someone cared, and that made me care." Rina said, now looking John in the eyes with a small, cautious smile on her face.

"Wonderfull Rina. It's good to hear you starting to care about your appearance and if it had such great effects last time. Then we will simply repeat the last session's exercise." John said a happy smile on his face, his happiness coming from the fact his discount therapy was working and he could reuse his previous tactic.

Rina looked at him a second, her eyes gaining a strange intensity to them before she answered. "Of course, Mr. Doe, that's a great idea." Rina said in a happy voice as she almost skipped around the desk and sat in John's lap. John was a bit taken aback by her intense look but decided to ignore it as he pulled out the theoretical situations that his therapy studies gave him and began to work as he petted Rina's head.

For a time, the room was quiet as John filled out his paperwork with his right hand, trying his best to solve his hypothetical situations while patting Rina's head with his left hand. This was going on for a while until John began to notice a low moan that began to fill the room. John stopped filling out his paper work, trying to find the source of the noise, never stopping his petting of Rina.

Though as he tried to find the source of the noise, he heard a rather low whisper coming from Rina. "Mmmmm, Rina, did you say something? I didn't quite hear that." John asked curiously what he might have missed Rina saying.

"Oh, nothing, Mr. Doe! I was just talking to myself about some things." Rina said quickly and clearly in haste to be done with the question. John was about to ask what those things were when she caught him off. "Sorry, Mr. Doe, we've been here awhile, and I think it's time I get going." Rina said getting up to head out.

John turned and looked at the clock on a nearby wall and saw she was right—she'd been at his office just sitting on his lap for the better part of an hour. "Alright, but remember, I'm here whenever you need to talk." John said with a firm tone, hoping to get across he was serious about the offer.

"I know Mr. Doe. Don't worry, I'll check in soon." Rina said before she skipped out of the office. That was when John noticed the wet stains on his pants from where she'd been sitting. "Hmmm, probably just sweat. Two people do build up a lot of heat." John said to himself, leaving it at that, not thinking any more about it.

Rina, in the meantime, ran back to her room. Making great time and breaking her personal records for how fast she could move. Soon enough, she found herself alone in her bedroom with her door locked.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I was such a bad girl you were trying to work, and all I could do was rub myself on your leg. While feeling your big, strong hand on my head. I need the belt to be a good girl." Rina said to herself as she shoved one hand down her pants and the other down her shirt as she desperately played with herself, imagining Mr. Doe.

Charlia watched on with her psychic ability while filling out paperwork in the principal office. She was making sure the Phoenix didn't fall behind on her paperwork while fighting alongside the other X-Men. "Good, Rina, very good. It looks like you're coming along nicely." Charlia said a perverse smile on her lips, showing Charles old pension for raising young minds but warped and perverted for the Phoenix's purposes.