Deviance | 18+ | ✓ | REWRITING

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Marie sunk lower into her steaming bath, which Nathaniel and Theodore had so graciously set up for her, completely overcome with giddiness and bliss.

I mean, she just got fucked by two men.

What more could a girl like her ask for?

While the hot water and bath salts helped soothe Marie's muscles and tension, she figured she'd hop in the shower before returning to Nathaniel, who had a few more things to discuss with Theodore. Marie swiftly cleansed and conditioned her hair thoroughly before scrubbing her skin clean of any remnants of her prior risqué acts.

Drying herself off, Marie couldn't help but compare the woman she saw in the mirror to the girl she was at the beginning of the semester. While on surface-level she still appeared the same - a young, dark-haired college student with her mother's sharp features - Marie knew this same girl had grown immeasurably in maturity and confidence. And love.

Marie slipped into one of Nathaniel's blue button-down shirts she had quietly stolen, which barely covered her like a provocative dress. When she left the bathroom, she found Nathaniel sitting in the living room with another drink in his hand - deep in thought.

"Did Theo leave?" Marie asked quietly, coming up from behind Nathaniel and leaning over the back of the couch to wrap her arms around his chest. She heard and felt his tension immediately soften beneath her touch - one of the many effects the young student had on her over-worked professor.

"Yes, he left." Nathaniel's voice was like velvet to Marie's ears.

Marie pouted. "I didn't get to say bye."

"He came down your throat. That's good enough."

Marie giggled, the sound tickling against Nathaniel's ear as she held him tighter. But her eyes slowly landed on the glass of scotch in the professor's hand.

"How many drinks have you had today, professor," Marie asked, toying with Nathaniel's title.

"This is my third," he admitted. Without hesitation or opposition from Nathaniel, Marie took the still-full glass from his hand and placed it aside. She then made her away around the couch of the living room, taking her true place straddled against the professor's lap.

Nathaniel gave a boy-ish smile. "I like the wet hair."

"I liked tonight."

Nathaniel's smile remained but the look in his eyes shifted. "Don't get used to it."

The professor grabbed Marie's neck and pulled her lips down on his. He made his possession and devotion known through his movements, squeezing her neck at the exact pressure he knew she liked. Marie couldn't help but moan into the kiss, begging for more.

"You're mine," Nathaniel affirmed.

Marie smiled. "I'm yours."

A few moments of quiet intimacy passed. Marie caressed Nathaniel's face, starting by running her fingers through his hair before trailing down his structured facial features. It was moments like these, where Marie could finally slow down and think and feel, that her life felt so surreal.

Marie slowly began feeling a sense of guilt creep up in her. Nathaniel had trusted her with this night in a way she had never reciprocated. Marie figured she should offer a similar arrangement...

"If you want - "

"Shh," Nathaniel quickly hushed. "I've already done it all, Marie. I just want you."

"I feel the same way."

Nathaniel planted a soft kiss on Marie's lip, letting her smile against him.