On a 10+, time passes and Enid makes a move on you.

Enid is at Desire +1.

You've become so obsessed with taking things slow with Enid that you're almost surprised when things start to progress between you. After all it happens over the course of a whole semester of quiet conversations over tea--at the local cafe, in her office, your office, in the teacher's lounge. You've become so accustomed to giving her your space you've almost convinced yourself that your intentions are, in fact, innocent.

Enid, however, keeps making small concessions. Your conversations get longer, she makes more and more candid comments about her lackluster love life with her husband Bradley, you start to notice she 'freshens up' before tea with you.

Then, as the year nears that lovely chill going into the winter holidays, you find yourself waiting in her office with two cups of tea for the two of you, wondering what's keeping her. When Enid arrives, she's wearing a low-cut party-dress that makes it difficult for you to focus on complex activities. Like drinking tea.

"You weren't wearing that today," you note dryly, handing Enid her tea and fighting not to ogle the way her pale breasts are barely swaying in the nested festively-colored dress.

"Pick that up all on your own, professor?" she smirks and winks as she sips her tea.

"Well, I am an expert at literary analysis," you smile back, feeling your pulse quicken at her playfulness. You shift to accommodate the sudden bulge between your legs. "Is something special happening this evening?"

"I'd been hoping," she says cryptically. Then, less cryptically, she sets her tea on the corner of her desk and takes yours out of your hands. "But I suppose it's up to me to make the first move..." she whispers as she grabs you by the nape of the neck and pulls you down to meet her lips.

The kiss is brief but intimate. Enid's hazel eyes are dark and mysterious as she watches your expression, lips meeting softly. You lean ever so gently into her kiss, savoring the taste of her lightly perfumed lips and studying the freckled contours of her cheeks. You manage to resist the urge to escalate things, and instead you just focus on the soft press of her slender pink lips against yours. Enid's lips nibble at yours just before she pulls back, cursing softly. "Dammit, Enid," she whispers softly to herself.

"What's wrong?"

"I was almost wishing if I kissed you, I'd get it out of my system," she says with a small blush, her hands moving to nervously hold yours. "No such luck."

"You poor dear," you tease wryly and take her hands in yours. "Although, if it's all the same to you, I think it's time we moved beyond tea now."