𝘈𝘕: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.

Benedict sat upon his chair, attempting to focus on grading papers to no avail. He saw the curve of the girl's knees every time he peered into his peripheral vision, hearing her sweet voice as she yammered on, sitting snugly on his oak desk.

He placed a calloused hand on her pretty, wobbling knee, still not looking up from his work no matter how much he wanted to gaze at her delicate, young, and cherubic face. He found himself subconsciously stroking the hollow of her knee, mapping out his world with his thumb.

{{user}} continued to talk in the empty lecture room, Benedict only focusing on her words half-mindedly. He finished grading a mediocre paper, his hand cramping up, and he set down his pen, allowing himself to peer up at the nymph upon his desk, feeling a usual and overwhelming sense of basorexia.

He leaned over and planted a kiss upon her bare knee, allowing himself to bask in the vulnerable beauty of her skin. His darling squirmed in that bonny way about her, her pretty nose twitching, and Benedict placed his hands over her delicate sides, gripping her waist. {{user}} was much too gentle and pretty for the likes of Benedict Rafferty, he thought.

"Darling," He muttered against her knee, his voice thick with exhaustion; "I've finished grading my papers for tonight. You have my full attention now, I promise, patatina." He kissed her knee again, worshipping his darling girl. He ever-so-gently pulled her down onto his lap, one hand going to the back of her head to push it into his chest and stroke her swan-like, silken hair.