Chapter 104
**Sara**
We fell into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier dissipating like morning mist. Tom shifted, stretching out on the bed like a lazy cat. Then, without warning, he plopped his head right onto my lap.
"Oof!" I grunted, caught off guard by the sudden weight. "What are you, five?"
Tom grinned up at me, utterly unrepentant. "What? Your lap looked comfy."
I tried to look stern, but it was hard with those mischievous eyes staring up at me. "I'm a delicate flower, you know. I can't bear the weight of your enormous head."
"Oh really? And here I thought you were quite good at bearing weight. Especially when you're underneath me."
My jaw dropped. "Professor! I'm shocked. Is that any way to talk to your student?"
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my thighs. "I don't recall you complaining about my language. In fact, if memory serves, you were quite vocal in your appreciation."
Heat flooded my cheeks and other places I didn't want to think about right now. "That's... that's different," I stammered.
Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? And how exactly is it different, Ms. Parker? If memory serves, we've engaged in quite a few... extracurricular activities. Multiple times, I might add."
I squirmed, suddenly very aware of his head still in my lap. "You know what I mean," I muttered.
"Do I?" He grinned, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Because I distinctly recall you using some rather colorful language. Something about begging me to-"
"Stop it!" I clapped a hand over his mouth. "You can't just... say things like that!"
I could feel his lips curving into a smile beneath my palm, and suddenly, I felt a warm, wet sensation.
"Ew! Did you just lick my hand?" I yanked it away, wiping it on his shirt.
"What? I thought you were quite fond of my tongue. Or have you forgotten how much you enjoyed it?"
"Tom!" I swatted at his shoulder, trying to look stern and failing miserably. "You can't just say things like that!"
He caught my wrist, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my pulse point. "Oh? And why not? It's just us here, Sara. No need to be shy."
"Shy? I don't do shy, Tom. You've seen the not-shy version of me many times."
"Is that right?" Tom's eyebrows shot up, and he seemed thoroughly amused by my declaration. "Guess I'll need proof, then."
Before I could even think of a witty reply, he levered himself up and straddled over me, pinning me to the bed. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire.
"Not so shy now, are we?" Tom murmured.
I tried to devise a clever retort, but my brain short-circuited as he leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "I... um..."
"Cat got your tongue, Sara?"
"Oh, shut up," I managed to gasp out before he closed the distance between us.
His lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding. I responded instantly, my body arching up to meet his as I tangled my fingers in his hair. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, teeth nipping. It was like a spark to gasoline, and suddenly I was on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing.
When we finally broke apart, both of us were panting. Tom's hair was a mess from my fingers, and I was sure I didn't look much better. He grinned down at me, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"Well," I said, trying to catch my breath, "that was... something."
"Something?" He raised an eyebrow. "I was aiming for earth-shattering, but I suppose 'something' will have to do."
I laughed, pushing at his chest. "Your ego is big enough already. No need to inflate it further."
He leaned down, nuzzling my neck. "Oh, I can think of a few things I'd like to inflate..."
"Tom!" I squealed, half-scandalized, half-turned on.
A thought suddenly popped into my head as he started to trail kisses down my neck. "Hey," I said, pushing him back slightly. "How about we go out?"
Tom paused, looking at me with confusion. "Out? Now?"
I nodded, trying to ignore how my body protested at losing contact. "Yeah, why not?"
He sat back, still straddling me. "Well, for one, we're in the middle of something here." He gestured between us as if I needed reminding of our compromising position.
"I know, I know," I said, propping myself on my elbows. "But I'm hungry. For food," I added quickly.
"Alright, alright. Where did you have in mind?"
I bit my lip, suddenly realizing I hadn't thought this through. "Um... I don't know, actually."
Tom chuckled, shaking his head. "You drag me away from our very promising activities, and you don't even have a plan?"
"Hey, I'm spontaneous!" I defended myself. "Besides, half the fun is in the adventure, right?"
"Adventure, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alright, let's go and see what we can find out."
I grinned, excited by the prospect. "Really? You're up for it?"
"Why not?" He shrugged. "Though I hope you know this means you owe me for interrupting our... previous engagement."
"Oh, I owe you, do I? And what exactly did you have in mind for repayment, Professor?"
"I'm sure I can think of a few things. But for now, let's focus on your spontaneous adventure."
We untangled ourselves from the bed, and I smoothed down my rumpled clothes. Tom's hair was still a mess from where I'd run my fingers through it, and I couldn't resist reaching up to tousle it even more.
"Hey!" he protested, batting my hand away. "I'm trying to look presentable here."
I snorted. "Please, you could roll out of bed and still look like you stepped off a magazine cover. It's honestly unfair."
Tom flashed me a grin that could melt butter. "Why, Ms. Parker, are you objectifying me? I'm more than just a pretty face, you know."
"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse. "Your ego doesn't need any more stroking."
"I can think of other things that need stroking," he murmured.
I felt heat rush to my cheeks. "Tom! We're supposed to be going out, remember?"
He chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Lead the way, oh spontaneous one."
We exited my apartment, Tom's hand resting comfortably on the small of my back.
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