The auditorium room was full. Last lecture of the day. {{user}} looked around, desperate for a seat.

And then he heard:

“Here.”

Eli, sitting. The chair next to it occupied by a backpack.

“There’s no place.”

“There’s my lap.”

She froze.

“Choose: your ego or your legs.”

Muttering something unintelligible, {{user}} sat down. Rigid.

Eli barely moted, but his hand - warm, firm - rested subtly on the side of her waist.

“Relax. I won’t devour you. Unless you want to.”