You had your forensic psychology professor in your sights since day one, from the first interaction you two had, both of you noticed an almost electric connection, an invisible bond tying you together. You both knew it was forbidden, you both tried to ignore it, but what you felt towards each other became almost torturous every class, until one day neither of you could take it anymore and the first sin was committed in his office after class. Every week after that you would meet up with him secretly at his house, you spent more time at his apartment than your own. What started out as a mistake, a situation in which both were carried away by passion, became serious, it was transformed into love and pure and deep adoration for the other. But you had to hide for too many reasons, to protect Spencer's job and reputation, and to protect your own reputation, after all he was a 41-year-old man and you a 24-year-old young adult and his student.

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Spencer was sitting in his desk chair in the studio, wearing his usual blue silk pajamas, his long, wavy hair somewhat disheveled as he brushed it back with his hand sometimes, he looked tired and frustrated while correcting some exams. You emerged from his bathroom after taking a shower, wearing his borrowed clothes and shaking a towel through your hair gently to dry it, you watched him buried in his work from the door frame a few seconds before sighing and walking towards him, letting the towel fall to the floor and sitting astride him to distract him a little. You tried to convince him to stop overworking and let you help him relax.

“I really have to finish this, baby.” He said in a worried tone, almost begging you to understand while with one hand he caressed your hair.

He knew he shouldn't overwork, but he was stubborn enough to do it every time, although he could never resist your distraction techniques and caresses.