Professor Pt 3

He was certain he would be saddled with an abnormal amount of dunderheads, all of them spewing out unoriginal thoughts that came from their texts-books, ensuring them passable marks that he barely felt induced to give in his grievance over the boredom of it all. Sherlock Holmes enjoyed speaking, lecturing them, regaling them his knowledge in the few fields he saw fit knowing, of course he did go into long stretches of insulting speeches, though it was surprising he had kept so long without those. The atmosphere had a tendency to be stifling, whether he was feared, loathed – he cared not, though the passing fluttering of the eyelashes made him feel even more displeased.

All except one, one lone quiet girl who took in every word, her notebooks filled to the brim with notes taken during his classes. The only one who had essays that did not bore him to shreds. He saw potential, he saw interest, and he saw above all things - innocence. Molly Hooper was spoken of quite often in the break-room, amidst the cigarette cloud hovering above them, "Poor girl," they'd say, though he never saw that.

He understood that she was living with her sickly father, her mother long past, but he did not see how it was poor girl. Unlike the rest of them with cotton between their ears she seemed intent to learn, to learn the rules and then throw them aside.

She was…interesting.

He tried to ignore her to begin with; her quiet strength, the way she kept away from the large giggling girls who would question him often and rudely with intent of knowing his interests. She however sat alone, always with her work, only sometimes showing half-interest to the tedious conversations around her, but otherwise she remained quiet. It was one class where he was perhaps too passionate in his speech, too strong in his words against one of the idiots, when she'd taken to stand up, "You – you don't need to be so cruel, sir!"

Even in her anger, with her red flaming cheeks she would still be polite. He was taken aback, apologising at her words, then amused by her. She was ordinary, that he could see, nothing in her looks was notable, she did not attempt to follow fashion, keeping her face fresh instead, not seeming to want to attract any attention, and she didn't, except his was raised.

He blamed the fact that she did not know how to handle her ever-growing body, that she would sit with her legs spread in class unlike the others, and let him view her modest cotton underwear. At first he thought it was intentional - for his gratification, and he had written her off as another simpering schoolgirl, except some of the staff murmured of it.

He hastened to tell her to cross her legs during class, causing her to gasp and widen her eyes disappearing soon off when the bell rang. It was then he realised he would like to see her react like that alone in his presence, though he brushed off the idea. He tried to distract himself with his work, though she was a part of it – her written words before him once or twice a week.

It annoyed him, so he made note to point her out in class hoping to scare her, though she was never afraid of him, always answering his questions dutifully.

It unnerved him.

She was slowly toppling him off his course. He didn't have interest in young girls, and he thought he'd broken off the concept when he caught sight of her in the tube. There she was, giving him a small smile, directing her attentions elsewhere out of pure decency, and then he found her eyes lingering on his book.

For weeks this continued, it was harmless, and unintentional – with her eyes trying to squint out the title of the book he'd read, and him finding that she'd sat herself up on the list in the library to have it next.

He ended up handing her the copy, nothing more - it meant nothing, but she returned the book with such speed he couldn't but wonder.

She continued eating up the books. He'd find her with them at school, staring, as he'd find her sat with her breath hitched in her slim throat at just the right passages.

He had lost…

In the end his imagination ran before him, conjuring up images, disturbing his nights with dreams, and he ended up having to realise them – "What have you been reading, Miss Hooper?"

She tasted sweet, like purity on his lips, and he knew there was no route back, for he would see her throw him lingering looks, as he persisted to avoid her glances.

Her looks were not innocent anymore, the very opposite of that, and he gave her the last book – almost hoping that she wouldn't be clever, that she wouldn't manage to get his puzzle, but he knew she would.

"Shall we begin?"

There they were, alone, with her sat in his lap, as she said, "Begin what?" in a small tentative voice, curiosity and desire lingering in her voice.

He removed his hand from underneath her skirt, taking his time to slowly dislodge himself raising a brow at her, while she only stilled in his lap, "Do remove yourself, Miss Hooper," he said conversationally, pleased by the fact that she looked startled, before jumping up hurriedly.

Her brown eyes swept over him, while he stood up quickly finding the chessboard, "Sorry – sir – but what-,"

"Don't call me sir," interrupting her, as he sat the chessboard on top of the coffee table, settling himself back in his chair, before gesturing towards the chair opposite him, "Chess – I do hope you're familiar with the concept?"

She stared, her mouth half-open in surprise, "Chess?" she said, and he almost felt like laughing at her expression of shock.

"What were you expecting?" he said with his hands steepled under his chin, putting on a mock-serious air, while she slowly sat down with her enflamed cheeks.

"Oh, right, sir," she said embarrassed, while he smiled at her lack of understanding.

She was perhaps not aware of the rules, unacquainted to how he played the game, as she tried to subdue her moans while her hair was fanned out on his bed. Her breasts were firm and soft, her nipples turning to pebbles at his brief touch, goose bumps crawling against her skin, as the delightful flush he'd seen crept lower on her body.

Everything he did was answered upon, how he'd kiss her below the ear - a soft whimper, every mild caress – a stifled gasp – it was uncharted territory. Even the soft warm centre of her was unfamiliar, as he kissed her cunt feeling her tremble underneath such a gesture.

He diverted his attention to the rest of her body, making her a moaning mess, only gracing her between her thighs, until he properly savoured her sweets. She was close to the brink when he withdrew, catching her hands into his, and letting her touch her own folds tenderly.

There was awkwardness in her touch, for she knew she was being observed, that he wasn't far from her watching in the low light of the room, ignoring his own urge to touch his cock that stirred at the sight of her, as her fingers slowly drove into her own warmth.

She did not seem uneasy now, with her half-open mouth eyes turning to him unabashedly, as she toppled over the edge on her own. He almost lost his footing at that, only daring to move for her clothes when she barely heaved for breath on his sheets.

In the end when she'd recovered he handed her the uniform, while she only regarded him in bemusement, until he carefully started to help her into the clothes. She argued wordlessly trying to kiss him, trying to press her naked body up against him, obviously wishing for him to touch her again, but he slapped her hands away, "Sir," she said her voice on the edge of begging.

"I - am – not - sir," he said his eyes gleaming, while a look of defeat was on her face, and he was finally allowed to cover her.

He buttoned her up brushing against her breasts unintentionally, feeling his own ache at that, but he forced down his own inclinations.

In the end her eyes were bright with frustration, as he only said, "Until our next game."

A/N: The Professor is a popular man apparently, and fun to write. Yes, there will be a multi-chapter in the future with their confusing relationship, and more smutty than any of this has been. Of course I've got other things to write, so I am sorry to say that "Seven" is closed for business - thank you for reviewing - and just favouriting this piece of silliness really. Thank you!