Deviance | 18+ | ✓ | REWRITING

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The second Marie's knuckles landed on the door to Nathaniel's loft, the professor opened the door and practically whisked Marie inside.

Their lips collided, leaving no room to discuss any pressing matters in the moment. Right now, they just needed to feel each other, taste each other, remind each other why they could never let go.

The professor's torturous game finally slowed, leaving Marie a gasping mess under Nathaniel's beautifully aggressive touch. With their foreheads pressed against each other and lips merely brushing one another, the two caught their breaths. Nathaniel's hands slowly followed Marie's curves up the black dress she had chosen to wear.

Marie's breath hitched as he pulled up the flowy material enough so he could slip a hand under and -

"Marie..." Nathaniel whispered against the student's ear. He didn't actually think the girl would come with nothing underneath.

"What's wrong?" Marie replied innocently, batting her eyes playfully as an extra step.

Nathaniel shook his head dubiously. "Theo is going to be here any minute. I need you on your best behavior."

Marie opened her mouth to respond but Nathaniel simply shushed her.

"Because if you're not, Marie, I swear to God..."

"I'll be a good girl."

"Good. You have no other option."

The second Nathaniel's bitter warning left his lips, a knock erupted from the door. As the professor left Marie's side, she could see him shed off his dominant demeanor and take on a warm smile as he opened the door to his closest friend of 10 years. It was unnervingly attractive.

"It's about time you invited me over again, Nathaniel." The two men bypassed a formal handshake and went straight for a burly hug. "Except last time, you didn't have such a beautiful woman with you."

Marie couldn't help but feel flustered at Theodore's smooth compliment, feeling her face heat up. There was something greatly intimidating yet evoking about having two, tall, well dressed men in her presence.

Theodore came up and greeted the girl with a quick peck on the cheek. "You really do look lovely, Marie."

Marie glanced at Nathaniel, remembering his words on her behavior tonight. "Thank you... sir."

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The atmosphere sobered slightly as things got to business.

"Scotch okay?" Nathaniel asked, pouring two drinks from what Marie could assume was a Godly expensive bottle of aged liquor.

"Of course," Theodore replied, taking one scotch glass from Nathaniel.

Noticing there was nothing for her, Marie pouted at Nathaniel as he took a seat beside her and across from Theodore.

The professor grudgingly handed Marie his glass, the sound of the whiskey rocks against the short glass filling the air. "One sip."

The minute the burning liquid hit her tongue and throat, Marie winced and handed the glass back, Theodore unable to hide a chuckle. Yeah, Marie would stick to her rum and coke.

"So you know I'm Nathaniel's student?" Marie couldn't help but ask. This entire time, Theodore knew but the professor never blinked an eye...

"I do."

Theodore's response was followed by a glare from Nathaniel towards Marie, who sulked back into the armrest of the couch.

"Sorry, sir, that was a rude question," Marie apologized, feigning timidness that Theodore saw right through. The girl knew was she was doing.