Overdue Pt 3
aka too gay to function
Three weeks. Three weeks of coffee and pastries delivered by terrified students, meals dropped off by a sheepish Baby Danvers, all of which she’d posted about on her Instagram at one point or another. Maggie was absolutely sure that Vasquez was hedging their bets and feeding information to both sides of this war for their own entertainment.
She didn’t blame them at all.
Maggie was having the time of her life watching the Bio-Chem professor that made grown men cry (and okay that story about Dr. Lord crying in the quad would never get old– not when the videos kept reappearing on youtube) was grovelling for forgiveness.
And Maggie probably could have found it in her to forgive Dr. Danvers, she had returned the book in pristine condition after all. However, she wanted an explanation. The book had been kept out of circulation long enough that it was outdated, and materials budgets for libraries didn’t just appear out of thin air. An explanation would be nice, and if she had one, Maggie would be more than happy to release the hold on Danvers’ account without the payment of that ridiculously high fine.
Danvers hadn’t attempted that though, and Maggie was having entirely too much fun to just tell her that.
She had to give the other woman credit though, she was certainly persistent. Even the morning of Dr. Eliza Danvers’ presentation, coffee and her favorite muffin were waiting near her desk, delivered by a grinning Vasquez.
“How’s your dissertation coming, Vas?”
“Coming along just fine, ma’am. Dr. Danvers has been a great help.”
Maggie almost spat her coffee out. “That is the exact opposite of anything I have ever heard about that woman.”
“That’s because,” Vas whispered, “She’s teaching undergrads.”
To be fair, Maggie was willing to bet that a good chunk of babygays were losing their shit over their first super hot professor teaching an already hard class.
Maggie enjoyed science, but she was willing to bet she’d have failed Danvers’ class, because that woman could make lab goggles look good.
Vas rapped the desk with their knuckles, “Gotta go help set up the auditorium. See you at three?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Vasquez.”
Vas winked and left Maggie to fill the next few hours with more research. Occasionally for a student, but mostly so that Maggie could at least lie to herself about being able to follow along with the lecture.
Maggie did bring popcorn. She said she would, and she certainly couldn’t break her word, not when she made sure to be early enough to catch a seat in the front row, where she could watch Danvers pace and squirm up close.
Because Dean Grant had jumped at the offhanded suggestion that Dr. Danvers would be the perfect moderator for the lecture. She was, after all, the other Dr. Danvers’ daughter, no one else on staff knew her work nearly as intimately.
If she happened to wait to eat it until Danvers was at the podium, well.
Okay so maybe she was fucking with Danvers.
One piece of white cheddar popcorn at a time.
Running the salty treat along her bottom lip, her tongue flicking out to take each piece in slowly, and only when Danvers glanced at her.
Maggie was challenging herself, really, to see if she could get that faint blush at the tips of Danvers’ ears to travel anywhere else.
She almost laughed when Danvers stuttered after Maggie had to reach into her bra to dig out a dropped kernel.
Maggie did behave herself when the elder Dr. Danvers rose to speak. She clapped along with the crowd, even as the details went over her head. If her attention drifted to a pair of pretty brown eyes to the right of the speaker, well, she’d blame it on seeing Danvers in formal business attire.
If she’d dressed in a pantsuit, Maggie wouldn’t have mistaken her for a grad student.
Maggie thought it was interesting to note that Danvers was just as cool and collected in formal business wear as she was in jeans and that collection of leather jackets (popcorn porn aside).
She hung around when it was over, letting the students file out or approach the stage and ask questions that Maggie only understood every third word of. She loved science, but this was all a bit out of her wheelhouse.
She shouldn’t have been surprised to see Baby Danvers bouncing up to her mother as the crowds of science nerds dispersed, talking a mile a minute and being followed by a comparatively tiny woman in massive heels. They hugged like family, and even Danvers cracked a smile at the new woman.
Maggie ignored the slight twisting in her gut.
She stood and walked over, intent on meeting the woman.
Certainly not the woman wrapping her arms around Danvers’ waist and hanging on.
“Hi, Dr. Danvers? My name’s Maggie Sawyer. I work in the library here.”
“Oh yes! Dean Grant mentioned you had requested the added lecture date,” she smirked. “Well, after I pointed out that there was no way either of my daughters would have. Please, call me Eliza.”
“Oh girls, I’m just having fun. I didn’t want to step on your toes, Alexandra.”
Danvers grimaced at the use of her full name.
“Wait, you work in the library?” the tiny one asked, poking Danvers. “Hey, Alex, whatever happened to that book you checked out from the hot librarian? Did you ever get the ovaries to ask her out to book club, or whatever nerds do?”
Danvers and her baby sister had the same bug-eyed look when the shouted “LUCY!”
Eliza chuckled softly. “Oh, Alexandra. What will I do with you?”
Maggie grinned, “I can think of a few things.”
She also wondered how far down Danvers’ blush went, because it definitely went past the first three buttons of her blouse.