LOG: Alison and Haroun - Hot For Teacher

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Haroun goes to visit Alison in her office with grapes in-hand. The door gets locked, and things get ... frisky.



Haroun knocked on the door to Alison's office. He had a smirk on his face and a bag of grapes in his left hand. He knew she usually kept office hours around this time, and he also knew that they were rarely utilized by her students - so he stood a reasonable chance of having an undisturbed hour or so. And that thought is what brought the big smirk to his face.

"Come in!"

The neatness of her office was a stunning contrast to the chaos that was her room, everything neatly stacked or filed away somewhere, except for the small stack of papers piled at a bit of an odd angle on her desk. Without looking Alison shook her head, glaring at the paper she was attempting to grade. "Remind me why it was a good idea to assign written papers to hand in to them, when I had to cancel class last week?"

"I wouldn't know." said Haroun with a smile. "I bring grapes!" he said brandishing his bunch of dark seedless wonders. Twisting one off of the bunch, he offered it to her tantalizingly.

Something to distract her from her glum thoughts and the fact that she'd been staring at the same paper for an hour now? "Ooooh." The gleam of approval in her eyes was unmistakable as she set the pen down, leaning back in her chair, quirking an eyebrow at him. "And here I was all determined to grade every last one of those papers right this minute." She rose to her feet, leaning over the desk, smiling wickedly at him. "For me, mmm?"

Haroun grinned and nodded - then closed the door to her office. "All for you." he said with a truly wicked grin. Whimsically, he held the grape up to her lips, for her to consume if she wished. "Figured that you were probably bored, and I didn't have anything going on, and maybe you might be up for a little - practice?" he asked with a Truly Goofy Smile of his own.

"I was horribly bored," she purred, eyeing the grape contemplatively. "Saving me from a fate worse than death, you are." And he was, at that. Questioning one-self non-stop wasn't any fun at all. It was probably downright evil to take her time catching the grape between her lips, brushing his fingertips lightly in the process, but the look on his face was worth it. And it made her feel so much better about life in general. "Mmm." The fruit was tart and sweet as Alison bit down on it, giving Haroun an impish look.

Haroun returned it, with interest. "Well then. We just can't have that, now, can we?" he murmured, then peeled another grape off the bunch for her consumption. Given the action she had going on with taking the last grape from his hand, he was quite possibly going to have to feed her each and every grape on this bunch. Slowly. He lounged himself as best he could in one of her guest chairs.

Yes, the look on his face was perfect. Alison leaned forward further on the desk, settling down as comfortably (and as distractingly) as she possibly could. The v-neck she was wearing just had to help there, she thought cheerfully. Another grape was obtained with the same carefully deliberate motions as before, Alison lazily biting down on that one too once she was done teasing. Her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips briefly afterwards and she smiled at him innocently, waiting to see how long he'd be able to stand it.

Haroun swallowed heavily. V-necked sweaters that exposed just the barest hints of cleavage were evil at this angle. Put ideas into his head, that neckline did. And her lips - my God, even with the barest touch against his fingertips was like grabbing a live wire. He needed to get back into the game before he lost it completely - she was quite effective at tormenting him, but he had only a vague idea of how to return the favor.

No more grapes were forthcoming, apparently. Alison pouted a bit, while inwardly far too pleased with herself and the effect she was having on Haroun. Considering her options she placed her hands on the edge of the desk, using the leverage to pull herself just a touch closer, and if she leaned a bit lower in the process, well - it was perfectly natural, right?

Haroun swallowed again, and then remembered. Oh yeah. Right. Grapes. But first - he leaned forward to meet Alison for a brief kiss. "Mmm, grapes." he said, and then twisted off another fruit with a laugh. He held it up for her consumption, not coincidentally getting a fantastic look down her shirt at the same time.

She grinned at him widely, knowing exactly what he was up to and not minding in the least. One expected to be ogled in certain circumstances, after all. Alison chuckled warmly and then leaned just enough to wrap her lips around the grape, then dipped a touch lower before pulling back slowly, snagging the fruit with her teeth at the last moment.

"You are an evil woman." he said with a deeply appreciative grin. "I like that. You give me ideas." he said, eyeing her desk speculatively. "And your office door locks, does it not?"

Well, she was draped over the desk already, after all. "It does," she replied idly, trailing a fingertip contemplatively on the dark wood. And even if it hadn't, well - Cain was used to replacing melted locks by now. One more melted lock, one less... who cared?

Haroun tossed Alison another grape, arcing it high into the air. While the grape was airborne, he leaned over and locked the door to her office. "There." he said with satisfaction. "Door's locked, we're all alone, and you're all draped over the desk. Hrm." He scooted back over to his chair, and then ran a fingertip along her sweep of her throat, stopping at her collarbone.

She'd reached out to for the grape, catching it neatly in the time he locked the door and giving Haroun a smug grin as he turned his attention back on her. The light touch broke her composure neatly however and she held her breath for a moment, eyes fixed on his while waiting to see what he might do next. "It's a very comfortable desk," she murmured.

"It looks like it. I give you five seconds to neatly remove that stack of papers before I push them onto the ground." he said in a low voice with just a hint of rumble from deep in his chest. He made no move, however, to move his fingertips off of her collarbone. Indeed, they slid just a little further south, following the cut of her sweater.

If she kept holding her breath like that each time she took one, she was going to get dizzy soon. Then again, maybe there'd be something else to blame for that. Alison reached out absently, pushing the pile of papers to the ground in a smooth motion. "Done." She remembered the essentials and took a deep breath, wondering what she'd have to do for him to do that sound again. She liked the rumbling, she decided. Liked it a lot.

Haroun grinned, and then gently but firmly pushed Alison down so that she was laying flat on her back on her desk. "Now this does present all sorts of opportunities." he rumbled, leaning over her to claim a kiss, tasting her lips with his tongue before breaking for air.

The process of twisting around compliantly sent a few pens to the ground, along with what she thought might have been a paperweight. Alison. Did. Not. Care. "Opportunities are good," she murmured agreeably, reaching up trail her fingertips lightly down the side of his neck before hooking them on the collar of his shirt.

Haroun looked into Alison's eyes. "They are." he said. "If I make you uncomfortable, just say so." he said plainly, then claimed a quick kiss before kissing his way down her neck to her collarbone - tracing the same course that his fingertips did, but on the other side.

A soft sigh escaped her and she tilted her head back a bit and slightly to the side, exposing that much more neck for him. This was not at all uncomfortable, no. Far from it in fact, judging from the appreciative murmur Alison hadn't even meant to let slip or the light shiver inching its way slowly down her spine.

Haroun took that for an invitation, and continued his southward course along her soft skin, nibbling and kissing a path down the V-neck of her sweater. With his free hand he doodled light designs over her stomach with his index finger - pressing just hard enough so that she'd feel it through the sweater.

There was a very basic necessity in pressing down one hand against the desk and Alison dimly thought it had to do with keeping something anchored, somehow. That it actually helped in arching her back slowly was purely incidental, of course. His lips were trailing heat down her skin and driving her to distraction in a disturbingly short amount of time, although the hand still tugging lightly on his shirt left no doubt that she didn't mind it in the least.

Haroun reached down as far as the open V-neck of her sweater would allow. He planted one final kiss on her exposed skin there, then moved back up to steal a deep kiss from her, his tongue playing tag if she'd allow it. His hand on her stomach, however, dipped under the sweater to place his skin directly on hers. Cheating again, he let his power out by just a fraction, warming his skin by a degree or two.

Her lips parted under his easily, Alison utterly lost in the moment, a low whimper lodging in the back of her throat at the warm touch and the feeling of skin against skin. Liquid heat was threading through her in response to his own and the hand clutching at his shirt tightened further, the kiss growing hungrier with each passing moment.

Haroun very nearly lost himself in the kiss - drawing it out, experiencing it to its utmost. When he finally came up for air, he used his free hand to brush the hair out from Alison's eyes - somehow, she'd managed to muss it. Or he'd done it for her - he couldn't remember. His hand on her belly inched northwards slowly, giving Alison plenty of time to protest if she was so inclined to do so. He didn't think she would, but he had every intention of respecting her boundaries - once she set them.

The slow glide of his hand against her skin was, she decided, designed to drive her insane. The heat alone made her alternately want to melt on the desk or simply peel off her sweater, but the latter meant moving which would likely lead to no hand on her skin and she wasn't letting that happen just now, no chance of that. Running purely on instinct she instead tried to catch her breath in record time, just enough so she could pull him back down for another kiss, letting him know exactly how he was making her feel. And want.

Haroun went along with the pull eagerly. He loved it when she got aggressive - it never failed to get his blood boiling. He leaned into the kiss, covering her with his own body, radiating heat almost feverishly. His other hand, the one not sliding northwards, slid around her head to play with her earlobe.

She shifted, just enough gain the freedom of movement needed to hook one leg around his neatly, moaning into the kiss. She didn't know if the heat he was generating was on purpose or just her own body neatly heading for self-combustion, and she didn't care either, another sound muffled by the kiss escaping her as his fingertips brushed against the side of her neck. Almost touching that spot more on the back of her neck.

Haroun remembered something about a Spot on the back of her neck – it was getting hard to think, but the last time he played with it she fell off his lap. And any good experiment bore repeating. He kept the kiss going, taking his pleasure in the taste of her, the feel, the squirming of her body underneath his. Another few centimeters and the hand on her torso was going to be just at the lower bounds of very, very interesting places. He couldn't believe his good fortune - this was better than anything he'd ever experienced in his short dating career pre-injury, and far, far better than anything post-.

The small voice in the back of her mind which was trying to point out something about Haroun and hand and 'woah, going there!' was neatly stifled at the light brush of his fingertips on the back of her neck. Alison shivering in response, her body deciding that breathing was highly over-rated anyway and who needed to do that when appreciation needed to be shown now, thank you very much. The hand she'd been pressing flat against the desk found other things to do as well, skimming up along Haroun's side, fingers trailing up to rest against his shoulder firmly.

Haroun shivered at her touch against his skin, revelling in the simplest of sensations. He was almost at the point of losing rational thought altogether, and he couldn't make himself care. He'd apparently found that spot on the back of her neck, and he was in the process of burning it into his memory. His fingertips along her torso, however, brushed against something that felt like either lace or silk or something like that, and his eyes nearly popped at what that could only mean. He then grinned around the kiss he was in and broke it off because he was in desperate need of oxygen.

Air. That was a useful thing and Alison took a deep breath, and yes that did help just a bit with the dizziness. Or so she told herself. The deep breath also gave that little voice in the back of her head the chance to point out that the nicely warm hand which had started at her stomach was now waaaaay up higher and yes, it was nice and warm but still. She blinked up at Haroun a few times, breathing more than a touch ragged and everything she wanted very much written on her face, and oh god the light touch at the back of her neck was distracting. Along with, well, everything else. "Too fast!" Drat. She'd really wanted to say 'Kiss me again'.

Haroun looked blankly at Alison. "Too fast?" he repeatedly dumbly before her meaning caught up with his hormone-fogged brain. "Oh!" he said, withdrawing Mr Hand as if it had been burned. "I'm sorry!" he said with real apology in his voice. "I kinda got carried away." he said with an embarrassed grin.

He had gotten carried away? Alison laughed breathlessly for a moment, shaking her head and hating that he'd moved that hand. "You and me both." Oh good, she hadn't said 'put it back there please', somehow. Her body was hating her for this. A lot. The little voice in the back of her mind was horribly smug too. Gah. "But yes. Bit too fast." It had been so very easy to just not even stop to think too. She took another deep breath, trying to calm herself. It didn't help much. She was going to need a very cold shower. Soon.

Haroun, to give him something to do that wasn't molesting Alison, retrieved the bag of grapes. "Want a grape?" he asked her with a shaky grin. "I'd have one, but the sun is still up. I'm fasting." Apparently his mad desire to consume Alison didn't quite count.

Not being draped on the desk might be a good idea. She pushed herself up, sitting cross legged on the desk because right now trying to walk would be very bad idea. "I was going to say grapes are safe but somehow, I don't think so." Rambling. Yep, she was. "Grapes. Yes, please." She accepted the bag, eating far more demurely this time - at least she was trying to. "Woah."

Haroun plopped himself into one of her guest chairs, and ran his hand across his bare scalp to wipe away some of the sweat. He also turned down his power to stop bringing heat to the surface of his skin. It was making him overheat. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" he asked with a shaky grin. When in doubt, crack a joke!

Her shoulders shook in silent laughter and she thankfully didn't quite choke on a grape. Somehow, purring 'Oh, it was all you!' didn't seem the best way to keep things at an even keel but Alison couldn’t help it, and she did just that before munching on another grape. And leaned over to pick up one of the files still remaining on the desk to fan herself with it lightly.

Haroun blinked, and then laughed. At himself, at her, at the entirely absurd situation they were in. "All me, huh?" he said, and then he peeled off his T-shirt and struck a Mighty Pose. He spoiled it a few seconds later by laughing, but he kept posing for her consideration. "Too much hotness for you?" he laughed.

Alison was quite content to ogle him in fact, joining in the laughter despite herself although the question earned him a grape bouncing off his forehead. "Don't tempt me into a contest here, or we'll both self-combust!" Alison wagged a finger at him admonishingly, and then clapped the hand to her forehead with a groan. "Hotness contest, I meant! Not posing shirtless!"

Haroun grinned. "Tempt, tempt, tempt." he said, waggling his fingers at her mesmerizingly.

Another grape followed the first. "Evil man." She gazed at him with a rather silly smile for a moment, although it faded as she picked another grape out of the bag. "Haroun? We... do need to slow down a bit." Somehow, things seemed to go from slow to zooming about every time they got a bit too close. While Alison was hardly the shy type, this was unnerving her just a touch.

Haroun stopped posing and put his shirt back on. "OK." he said simply. "I know I get carried away very easily where you're concerned - you're very beautiful. But I will try harder to keep some decorum." And not listen to his screaming hormones.

And she wasn't helping matters much either, she knew only too well. "Thank you," was her only answer however, regret slipping through to color the words near imperceptibly so. She grinned at him crookedly and popped the grape in her mouth, ignoring the new voice joining the chorus in the back of her mind, demanding that she take that request back right this instant..

"You're welcome. I had a willing partner in crime." he said with a grin. "That means a lot. But I'll take it as slow as you'd like." Which wouldn't be nearly as fast as he wanted, but that's the way these things went.

Like didn't exactly have much to do with it but common sense or something like that however, did. Alison would have to try and figure out which one it was eventually, she supposed. For the moment she contented herself with a touch of That Silly Grin again, while demolishing the grapes steadily. "I guess that means strip poker would be pushing it for now, then," she murmured with a hint of regret, shaking her head sadly.

Haroun very nearly choked. "You are evil!" he accused. "I would be delighted to play strip poker with you. You stay over there, I stay over here. Look but no touch. Could work..." he mused. "Not nearly as much fun as full-contact strip poker, but slow and steady is the name of the game. Nothing quick and explosive, but nice and slow. That's just the ticket." he said wickedly.

Full contact. Strip poker. Alison stared for a moment, forgetting to actually chew on the grape she'd just popped in her mouth. "Mmm mm!" The grape was belatedly disposed of, Alison swallowing a bit tightly. "Course, what's to keep us in our places, hrm?" Damn it, she wanted quick and explosive. This whole being reasonable thing was getting really, really hard to stick to. Already. Within the same hour. Minute even.

"What's to keep us in our places?" he parroted. "Absolutely nothing." he said with a slow lazy grin. "Nothing save our word to one another, to take things as slow as you want them to be taken. Do you think that would be a problem, Alison?" he asked sweetly, a smouldering look in his eye.

He was looking at her like that again. Well, he did that most of the time come to think of it, but he was putting that extra oomph to it which made it rather harder to think. "I think we could manage that," Alison answered, leaning back on the desk just a bit. Setting the game itself later might not be a bad idea, she reflected. Very weak-willed, she was. Gah.

Haroun grinned. "It's a date, then. May as well make a production of it. Say, dinner, dancing, and strip poker to top it all off? Think you can handle that, Alison?"

"Sometime next week, then?" What had happened to time in all of this, she wondered, and decided she didn't care all that much just then. Grinning slowly she considered her options for that particular evening - handling wasn't supposed to be an issue, but it depended on just exactly how she upped the ante. The little voice in the back of her head urging reason gave up the cause at that, dying with a faint murmur of exasperation.

"Sounds great. Up for more Moroccan food, or do you want to pick the places to go this time?" he asked pleasantly, but still with that predatory gleam in his eye. Mentally, he was practically licking his chops.

"My turn." Alison grinned in anticipation, straightening up on the desk. "There's this place downtown I think you might like." A lovely restaurant with great big windowed walls in one of the taller skyscrapers she had frequented at one time, and oh the thought of not worrying about anything being aimed at her for being out in the open brought a smile to her face. "You may like the sight there." Innocent she wasn't quite able to achieve while grinning quite that way, she knew.

Haroun nodded. "Sounds like a plan, then." he said firmly. "And afterwards?" he said, waggling his eyebrows.

She leaned forwards a bit, shifting to perch on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs across the side. "It's a surprise." Alison purred out the words with great satisfaction, tacking a wink at the end along with a mischievous smile.

"I like surprises." he admitted, absently licking his lips. "I think I'm really going to enjoy this one." he said. "Is there anything you want me to do in the interim?" he purred.

No. No, saying that would be risky. That too. Very interesting, but still ruining the whole taking it slow thing. Yep. It took a few seconds (or maybe more) for Alison to visibly dismiss one option after another, chewing on her lower lip pensively the whole time. Without really managing to suppress a small grin. "Do I get to make up a list?" she finally asked, chuckling softly. "Or you could just have fun and be creative and all." He did well at that, in her opinion.

"I hear lists are the In Thing in the Blaire household." he smirked. "So make your list - I'll see if I can follow it." Haroun grinned. "However, fun and creative should go without saying."

She made a face at him over the reminder of what Miles had been up to, but couldn't keep it up long. The damn smile kept interfering. They were both loons, that was a fact. "Far be it for me to complain about fun and creative." She paused just for a beat, grinning slowly. "Or practice, for that matter."

Haroun quirked his eyebrow. "Is that an invitation, ma'am?" he asked, suddenly formal. "Because if it is then I would be honored and delighted to answer it to the very utmost of my poor ability."

Flip flop. Her heart really shouldn't be doing things like that, she thought distantly. Bad for her health. "It would be, yes," Alison murmured, going very still. There were, she had no doubt, going to be driving each other crazy in the process. In a good way, if a very frustrating one.

Haroun grinned, and then patted his lap. "Wanna come over here this time?" he taunted at her.

"Mrf." She'd meant to say 'Hell yes!' but inarticulate would have to do. Sliding off the desk, Alison walked over slowly, shaking her head at him. "You are a bad, bad man and you do horrible things to my self-control, you know that?" she whispered the last words in his ear, leaning over with both hands resting on his shoulders.

"That was the idea." he said with a shiver. He had another excellent view down her sweater. She apparently preferred white silk-and-lace, judging by what she was teasing him with. Good to know.

"Baaad." And well, pressing her lips lightly against his earlobe was only a normal thing to do, now that she was there. And thank heaven for chairs with no arms on them. Alison sighed a touch as she slid onto his lap, straddling his legs, arms winding around his neck - this whole going slow thing would be hell on her nerves.

Haroun ground himself upwards, eternal instincts overriding specific trauma. "Very nice." he said appreciatively at the beautiful woman in his lap. He wrapped his own arms around her torso, and offered himself for her kissing pleasure. And any other pleasure she might have in mind.