Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

She looks so much better with her hair down. The thought came to Grant as she hesitated, the uncertainty another foreign emotion on Elizabeth's face as she considered Grant's offer. A generous one, even with caveats, her measuring gaze darting between him and the cookies. I... really need to eat some real food but... if it's ok, if I could take it for later? Of course. Grant answered, and she seemed to barely wait before all but tearing it out of his grip. Her body language told him a lot, the way she ran her other hand up and down her pant leg. Hinting at her craving and need, any type of motion and energy usage seeming to comfort her. But more than a cookie or dinner or whatever... I... I need to get my head clear, to get some sleep, to put this behind me once and for all. Sad but true but I have to work in the lab with you pretty much every day, and I need to find a way that I can look at you and not just keep thinking about... about... you know... c-c-cumming. Oh my. It wasn't her frankness that surprised Grant. If there was one thing Elizabeth had always been, it was frank. She never hid her desires or show she felt about anything, or anyone. Something that had hurt her more then once, but all in all, that gave her a share of admirers, too. Especially the guys who hoped they wouldn't join the supposedly long list of males she'd shot down. A lot of them were afraid to approach her, lest they get the glare of death or a condescending snort. But the fact that she seemed to feel she needed his permission...the blank look hid the burst of pride that welled within him. It had worked. She badly needed to cum, and to fulfill the condition he'd set. It took every bit of self control to not tell her everything, to let her know she was now under his thumb for as long as he deemed fit. Or at least as long as he could make the cookies tagged to her DNA. He saw her blush, and that snapped him back to reality as she continued on. Help me get to sleep? Great! But how? Like I haven't already tried everything. Yes, everything. Warm milk? Some sleeping pill? I tried one last night -- doctor gave me some last year when I had trouble sleeping after my dad's heart attack -- and nothing. It just made me feel weirder not better, so don't even bother. So, what? Like your apology was supposed to be enough? It didn't fix the words in my head, the words YOU put there. About m-me only c-c-cumming when you said I could? I mean, do I even have your... your... exalted permission... your royal highness? Mr. High and Mighty who thinks he gets to decide these personal and private things about me? She was so flushed at this point that Grant almost went to grab her a drink of water, remembering only then that he had no water to give. They weren't at his home now, but a crappy university office that hadn't been upgraded in about thirty years. She fidgeted, hesitated, and Grant had to draw his eyes away from the line of flesh she was rubbing between her jeans and shirt. Well... started Grant, but she responded quickly again. So? He took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase his exact answer. ...if it makes you feel better to have me say it, then I suppose I do give you my permission. He shook his head. I think it's all in your head, though. Which it was, if you broke it down, as the bio additives he'd laced in the cookies did target some of the stimuli that affected her brain, it just got to...certain other areas as well. It's not my decision what you do in your time outside of school, after all. With that said, another moment passed, and Grant put his hands on his desk, as if to hold himself up. Elizabeth, if there's anything else you need from me, I do need to get back to work... He was through making plans now, right now Grant knew he was in uncharted territory, cutting swamp and blazing trails that he would hopefully learn from later. He knew that one way or another he hadn't heard the last from his twisted pupil on the matter, but little did he know how soon he would be hearing from her.... OOC We can definitely add to the scene above if you want Skit, but I thought it'd be courteous if I set up the next part from Grant's side. IC Lying back in his easy chair, with light music on the stereo and a book in hand, Grant was not finding sleep easy to come by. Not because he couldn't, but simply because he didn't want to, his mind racing with ideas and thoughts that he was trying to settle, or at least harness in a useful direction. He'd made a hugely important breakthrough in biological manipulation and he couldn't do a damn thing with it because he was testing it on an unwitting student, trying to make her into some sort of twisted submissive. More creative then rats or monkeys, to be sure, but late in the evening, all quiet outside and only a small home and aged furnishings to comfort him, Grant wondered for the first time if he'd done the right thing. Maybe he should've- And then his cell phone rang. Grant picked it up from the dresser nearby in curiosity. Nobody called this late, unless it was an emergency, and then he saw the caller id, and knew it wasn't. His thumb pressed the button to receive the call as he brought it to his ear.