Warnings: Smut and really bad dirty talk
Word Count: 2,484
Only one person visits Professor Laurinaitis’ office hours.
Also if it’s too hard to read on my theme, you can also read it on ao3. Merry Christmas!
Toris’ office hours ended in twenty minutes. The chair across from him sat empty. Mounds of history books piled on his desk. Behind his chair, the windows frosted and students held snowball fights on the quad. A few of his colleagues watched them. Toris would rather drive home and make coffee than stay outside any longer than he had to.
“Oh Professor Laurin-ai-tis?” asked a playful voice.
Toris sighed and shook his head at the question. “Feliks, my office hours aren’t done yet.”
“Come on, can’t I just stop by, babe?” His husband sat down in the leather chair across from him and crossed his legs, giving him a mischievous expression. “Sure is lively here.”
“Oh hush.” Toris sent an e-mail to a professor at Georgetown and turned off the monitor. He never got any work when Feliks came. “It’s not finals week yet. That’s when it’s busy.”
“I know. I know. The kids in my lecture are still getting over their first test. I totally don’t think they’re over it. The average was a thirty-two.”
Toris chuckled. “You’re an evil man.”
Feliks laughed. “An evil man you married. And speaking of evil men, you told me that you had to curve your final last semester. Imagine that, a history final with a curve. What the hell did you do to the poor kids?”