"You look nice today."

Maris smiled at Angela, one of the school's music teachers, only slightly annoyed that she'd stopped her on the way to Rory's classroom.

"Thanks! You know how stuffy it gets in here when spring hits."

Maris usually stuck to pants. They were comfortable and practical. She liked to be able to move around without worrying students could see up her skirt but the belted olive green pencil dress she was wearing wasn't just an effort to keep cool in a building with poor ventilation.

She wanted to look good for the woman she was on the way to see and sort of hoped showing a little leg would keep the night when she had seen much more than that in the back of her mind because it was as sure as hell in the back of hers.

"Hey, I gotta go," she said, nodding up the hallway, a plastic bowl full of Greek salad brought from home in her hand. "I've barely had time to sit let alone eat."

Once she'd checked behind her shoulder to make sure Angela had gone into her room, Maris slipped into Rory's, lips twitching into a smirk at the realization that the other woman hadn't heard her come in. She was at her desk, intensely focused on whatever she was reading.

It was an indescribable turn on, but Maris hadn't been totally untruthful when she was talking to Angela. Time was short even when they weren't wrapping up a semester. They never got very long for lunch and she wasn't going to waste a second of time with Rory because texts (which were her least favorite form of communication but one she was using because she and Rory hadn't been able to meet up outside of school) just weren't cutting it.

She managed to shut the door without a sound, but there was a telltale click as she locked it behind her.

Rory loved her job, and that was something that she felt she particularly needed to keep reminding herself of when term papers piled up and her schedule seemed wall to wall work with very little time in between for herself. Or, more accurately this time around: for someone else. In the days since spending the night with Maris, little else was on her mind. Of course she went about her daily class schedule and after hours counseling with her students, but she indeed found herself distracted at times, even losing her train of thought when she thought she'd caught a glimpse of the other woman through the window into the hallway.

Ridiculous, she'd tell herself, but then they'd be sitting together at lunch and her fingers would brush against Maris' beneath the table. It took something as simple as that to remind her exactly why the woman had completely captured her attention.

Another day of papers to grade, the semester's end looming like a light at the end of the tunnel. She truly hated that she hadn't been able to spend much time with Maris, especially alone, and so she wanted to make damn sure that she was finished with them as soon as possible. Not that she was rushing her grading, of course.

Midway through one actually engaging paper, she glanced up from her work at the telltale sound of a click. "Oh," She breathed, a wide grin stretched across her face. While a little startled that she hadn't heard the woman enter to begin with, the way her heartbeat kicked up had nothing to do with that. Sliding her glasses from her face, she leaned back in her chair as her gaze shamelessly took in the woman. For her part, wearing black slacks and a light blue sleeveless blouse spoke of summer but still skirting the line of what might be deemed acceptable from their headmistress. Mostly due to how low it swooped in the front, probably.

"What do I owe the pleasure of this drop-in, Ms. Forrester?" She practically purred her words, the paper already forgotten as she stood, moving towards the woman but slowly. Like she could have some semblance of control over herself with the first real (quasi) privacy they'd had in days.

Maris' smirk only widened as she watched Rory rise from her chair and start toward her. She let the other woman come to her, only speaking when she was close enough to touch.

"Well, it's actually very serious, Ms. Berlanti. Someone keeps stealing the blueberry coffee k-cups Ms. Dennings brings specifically from home. It's terrible. An international incident. I think the coast guard might be called."

Her tone was playful, but it wasn't very far from the truth. Ms. Dennings, one of the math teachers on staff was always complaining about something or other and Maris had been on the recieving end of a rant on how everyone kept stealing her "very expensive" (Maris knew firsthand that it wasn't because she had a box of her own at home) coffee earlier that morning.

"Did you have to lose the glasses?" she said, seemingly out of nowhere as she nodded toward where Rory had left them on the desk. Her voice dropped to a playful whisper as she closed the sliver of space between them. "I kinda like them."

Truly, it was unfair for Maris to show up looking so good. She'd say that aloud, if she wasn't entirely distracted by her presence alone.

"Oh no," She added a 'tsk' for dramatic flair, and wasted no time to saunter the few steps between them to glide right into her space. "That is a crime for the ages. You think a strongly worded note would fend off such a bold thief? I'm not sure it would..." She pursed her lips in consideration -- and to maybe entice the woman? Of course.

While Rory was still learning the politics of the school, she knew certain things: never help yourself to lunch from the fridge (even un-labeled could have consequences). Always recycle (obviously). Don't sit anywhere near Mr. Fisher on taco day. And of course, people were always, always particular about their coffee.

Her lips curved into a bit more of a wicked smile, something about the conspiratorial whisper in Maris' voice sending a thrill through her. "Oh, well..." She huffed despite the smile stupidly present on her face. She only shifted about a foot back, reaching with one of her (mercifully) long arms to grab the edge of her glasses and slip them back on. The momentum of her movement had her arm come to rest over Maris' shoulder, her fingers dragging gently through her hair and along her neck. Just touching her again, properly, felt amazing. "Now I'm ready to get to the task at hand."

Maris' eyes never left Rory as she walked over, but her gaze only intensified as she put her glasses back on. She was surprised by just how much they did it for her considering she went out of her way to avoid wearing her glasses at all costs. She'd worn them, full time until she convinced her father she was old enough to handle all the extra work that came with contacts in middle school. It was part vanity, self preservation. Maris didn't have her unwavering self confidence back then and her glasses didn't exactly help her classmates think she was less of a nerd. It was fairly mild teasing, really and it went away but her classmates opinion of her never really got any better. Maris was an overachiever and smug about those achievements to boot. Things got better in college, an evironment where people appreciated ambition and intelligence, but Maris' newfound confidence sort of went to her head. She had been fairly promiscous, happy to be plenty of curious coeds first lesbian experience, only slightly annoyed when most decided she'd be their only one. There was also her sporadic hook up with her professor but... Maris somehow managed to juggle it all.

As she leaned into Rory's touch and kissed her hungrily, it was clear that the college Maris really hadn't gone anywhere. She liked sex and she wasn't afraid to go after what she wanted and right now that was Rory.

It was their first kiss since she'd given her a lingering one on the way out of her apartment on Sunday morning. She'd wanted and tried for more over the past few days but they were rarely alone or interrupted the moment they were, which was exactly why she'd learned her lesson locked the door this time around.

"Oh, I have a few tasks for your hands," she murmured cheekily.

She let Aurora press her back against the wall, but she was anything but passive as her hands roamed up the other woman's back, then pulled her closer, letting out an audible gasp of almost relief once her body was back against hers. There was no denying that she missed that feeling and wanted more of it.

Something Rory had decided over the past several days whenever she was around Maris but not actually able to do anything about it, was how much she loved the way Maris looked at her. Being in her gaze made a wave of warmth flood through her, generally doing more to her than was appropriate for school grounds, but there nonetheless. If this were almost any other setting, she'd have ravaged the woman again and again by now. But schedules and prying (nosy) staff kept them on quasi-good behavior. So now that they were together, no one else in the room, still on school grounds sure -- all bets were off for how active she'd go with the desire that raged just under the surface otherwise.

Maris liked her glasses, and so, check, those went right back on. She found it so easy to flirt and play with her, a general light feeling came so easily that might have tipped her into giddy territory. Maybe there was something to where they were, how they were with each other, and how little she'd been able to explore this very true part of herself when she'd been young. For Rory, it had been college when she fully allowed herself to come out - out of her shell, out of the closet, just out and better for it. She grew confidence in that time, allowing herself to discover who she was as a whole person, and not keeping her sexuality so close to the chest. Sure, there were some stuffy folk at Stanford, but mostly? People didn't care one way or another.

Not an ounce of resistance met Maris as Rory leaned into her, her lips greedy and tongue immediate to respond to the ferocity of their kiss. She sighed into it, a sort of relief taking over her as they kissed. Would it be too cliche-uhaul territory to tell Maris that she missed her, after only a few days without this? Probably, but she felt it nonetheless.

A soft groan escaped her lips as they locked together against the wall, her hands free to roam and they did just that. "Oh is that right?" She murmured right back with a grin of her own, wolfish in nature with a brow raised, though she was still close enough that her nose brushed against hers.

"I like this." She said softly as her fingers danced their way down over Maris' hips, her nails gently scraping along the hem of her skirt. "Very ... sexy teacher I can't keep my hands off of-vibes." There was probably a far more clever way to say that, but at present her mind was too muddled with lust that she couldn't find any other words. "I've decided three ... three and a half? Days is too long to go without kissing you like this." She punctuated her comment with another kiss, her tongue sweeping over her lips but pulling back too quickly, a teasing move if there ever was one. "What do you think about that?"

Maris bit back a grin as Rory told her she liked her outfit, glad she had chosen wisely that morning. But the thrill of fashion victory was nothing compared to the rush she felt when the other woman told her she wanted more of her too.

"Entirely too long. Especially since I finally got that plum sauce stain off my comforter."

Somewhere between the third or fourth round (Maris honestly lost count of just how many times she and Rory had sex Friday night into Saturday morning), the pair had called a time out to catch their breaths and refuel. Maris ordered Chinese from her favorite restaurant, nearly giving the teenage delivery boy a heart attack when she answered the door in a short silk kimono and nothing underneath.

It came off right as the door closed and her naked feast with Rory was easily one of her favorite parts of the night, even if it was a bit more...domestic than most of her sleepovers tended to be.

Okay, maybe even because of it.

"We could go for Thai next time," she teased, reaching out to tug Aurora back in by the hem of her shirt.

For the first time since she'd started at this school, Rory was actually quite fond of the small space of her office. She had a small couch tucked into a corner near a book shelf, but most of the space was taken up by her desk and a pair of chairs in front of it. She didn't like a lot of clutter, so there were mostly just essential books and files neatly organized on her shelves and a few personal items. All of which, gave her ample opportunity to stay in close to Maris -- not that she particularly needed an excuse.

"Oh thank god, I was going to feel really guilty about not letting you finish that egg roll." She bit her lip with a grin, an all-too vivid memory striking her of the exact moment that sauce was spilled, and how inevitably how little they cared.

If given the chance to do that same night over again, the only different choice Rory might make was just prolonging it. With how little she'd worn her clothes in the twelve-plus hours she'd spent in Maris' home, she could have just washed them and had them ready to go for Monday. But first time(s) euphoria had allowed her some semblance of control eventually, reminding herself that she had things to get done, a life to live ... appointments that ultimately should have been rescheduled in favor of just one more time. Thankfully, Rory didn't have any inclinations that their first hours spent together would be their last.

Certainly not. "Mmhm, I really like Thai." She gladly moved in closer, her arms coming around Maris' waist as she leaned in and kissed her again, never far enough to be more than a second away. "There's also Italian..." Her lips were already on the move, kissing near her ear. "Taco Tuesdays are a hit, I hear..." A kiss to her neck, lingering just long enough to softly suck on the spot. "So many cuisines to try out."

"Tacos," Maris repeated, eyebrow and lip quirking upwards in amusement. "There's a lesbian joke to be made here, but I'm gonna take the high road and ignore the set up."

Breath hitching as Rory sucked on a portion of her neck she must have remembered as sensitive, her nails lightly pushed up the back of the other woman's shirt.

"Donovan actually wanted to do trivia again this week, a little celebration for making it through the semester. You up for it?"

But the look in her eyes told Rory that she just wasn't inviting her out for trivia again. Maris wanted history to repeat itself. She wanted their next night to be better than the last and part of her knew it would be. The cards were on the table and both of them knew what to expect this time.

This time, Maris would be ready for her.

"I can think of a few things I'd like to try out." She tilted Rory's chin up with her finger, forcing her to look at her. "And they don't have anything to do with food."

Laughter bubbled up into what could only be described as a giggle at Maris' comment, Rory shaking her head and bowing it against her shoulder for just a second. "You are far too classy for my terrible taco set-ups. I should have guessed it." She grinned wide, easily meeting Maris' gaze when she was done with her neck.

"I'm up for it." That came out a little more suggestively than she meant it to, but her mind was already a swarm of ideas of what would come after. If they made it long enough not to feign some sort of emergency and get home as quickly as possible anyway.

Truthfully, Rory could think of very few (read: none at present) situations where she'd find herself with Maris and not end up naked.

Rory met her gaze and it struck her again how much she'd missed this. And probably, how silly it was to miss such an intimacy that you'd only had days before. "Is that right?" She hummed her words, her hips pressing into Maris' as she trapped her even more between her own body and the wall, one hand sliding down to reach for the hem of her skirt and pull up just enough that she could glide her fingers along her thigh. "Maybe you should give me a little preview of what you'd like to try, hm?"

Maris' body warmed under Rory's touch. Her brown eyes just a little bit darker thanks to the desire the other woman was fueling. She knew she was in trouble if she got much more carried away at work, but that was exactly why it felt so good in the first place.

She lifted her hips, very purposefully giving Rory a glimpse of her panties. They were black lace, the sort of material she'd teased her for wearing during their night together. They were new, the result of a tiny shopping spree on Sunday afternoon. Maris, still riding on the high that came along with a truly good hook up, felt sexy and decided she needed some new lingerie and there was no denying she bought it with Rory in mind.

Her hands slid down to the button of the other woman's pants as Maris took control of Rory's hands and slid them further under her skirt. Moving them around the back, she let her feel that her new panties were a thong.

And a very tiny one at that.

"So I was thinking we could..." Her voice was thick as she spoke but she didn't have a chance to finish her thought, someone was turning the doorknob to Rory's room and finding they couldn't get in.

If there had been any worry whatsoever that their chemistry couldn't withstand a few days of separation, that was put completely to rest the moment they were truly alone. Not that she'd had any real doubts, but sometimes Rory could build something up in her head ... and yeah, this was far better than anything she could have hoped for otherwise.

Rory didn't even try to hide how turned on she was by this woman. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she smiled, gazing down at her body as she lifted her hips. Her own hands squeezing and brushing her thumbs over her skin just beneath her skirt. If she wasn't on fire before, that would have done it. Maris got to her without even having to try, and the fact on top of it that she put in the effort? Unfairly alluring. "Hmm, are these new?" She'd asked but their interruption came far, far too abruptly.

"Fuck," She hissed, more out of frustration and being startled than anything. Even as she jumped, her hands instinctively gripped Maris a little tighter, like some reflex to keep her close for a few precious seconds more. "Hold that thought." She huffed, pressing her lips together and forcing herself to take a step back.

A knock came just after the rattling of the doorknob. She had no reason not to be in her office, and so just hiding until they left wasn't entirely an option. She cast a glance towards Maris as she smoothed over her own shirt and made sure to pat her fingers against her lips like that might ease the kiss-swelling. "Oh, hang on!" She called, trying desperately to hide the annoyance (and thick desire still there) in her voice.

Swinging the door open, she dramatically sighed, maybe over-playing it (oops) to the Math teacher. "Mrs. Allen, I'm so sorry. This door keeps locking itself every time I close it! I'll need to ask our custodian to fix it." A terrible lie, sure, but at least a plausible one.

Though she was just as frustrated as Rory over the interruption, Maris recovered quickly, pulling her dress back down over her hips and scrambling over to the other woman's desk, snatching up the tupperware holding her salad that she had abandoned along the way.

Food was the last thing on her mind, especially now that things had gotten heated with Aurora but she pulled off the lid and picked up her fork, so it looked like she was in the middle of eating when Mrs Allen walked further in the room and saw that Rory wasn't alone.

"Lori, hi!" Maris said sweetly. It was a bit of a slight. The math teacher was almost as prim and proper as their boss and she knew she abided by the silly rule that everyone use each other's last names like it was gospel. Maris disliked Lori even when she wasn't ruining the moment. "Rory and I were just discussing grades over lunch. I was explaining our grading software. It's different than the one at her last school."

Another lie. A really big one considering Maris could barely work her laptop and had needed to ask one of the computer teachers for help when they'd switched to the program a few years before but Lori didn't know that and wasn't the sort to call her out on if it if she did. She was meek and just well...boring.

"It's so nice of you to take her under your wing like that, Ms. Forrester."

Maris' eyes twinkled mischeviously as she looked over at Rory.

Oh, she's been under me alright.

She speared a tomato with her fork, grinning as she popped it into her mouth. "What can I say? I'm a giver."

It kind of sucked in a way, that Rory had during her high school years had been so focused on schoolwork and extra-curriculars, that she hadn't had much time to get into trouble. Not even good trouble. Not even sneaking out to meet with a cute girl trouble. Okay, so she did that once but had spent so much of the evening paranoid that they'd get caught, she wasn't even able to properly enjoy it. Too bad, because the adrenaline rush here, though nerve-wracking, had a certain fun to it.

Rory cast her gaze back at Maris once Mrs. Allen, Lori, entered the room. She realized quickly that she shouldn't let her gaze linger too long because even with their unwelcome company, she knew she couldn't hide the undressing-her-with-her-eyes look.

Lunch, right. Rory crossed to her desk where her untouched sandwich lay next to her laptop. "Honestly, I can't make heads or tails of half the technology used. I miss pen and paper." Okay grandma, pull it back. Rory was actually pretty well versed in most programs, but for sake of argument yes, this was a totally unmanageable system and she needed a lot of help. A lot of Maris' help.

Try as she might not to, Rory's telling smirk was directed at Maris in direct response to her comment, her lips twisting together to skew it from her face so she wouldn't full on laugh at how true that was. Though Mrs. Allen was busy perusing her book shelf. That was annoying. It however, gave Rory the opportunity to make a face at Maris, one somewhere between frustration and frustration.

"Indeed, Miss Forrester has been exceedingly helpful, I just don't know how I'd cope without such a willing colleague..." She squinted a little at the choice of her last word, but turned on her heel towards Mrs. Allen with a big grin. Maybe too big. Overcompensating still.

"I suppose it makes sense you younger teachers would click together, anyway!" And thus began Mrs. Allen's launch into the events coming up in the school's social calendar, and how important it was that all staff members show up and participate. "Just because you're new doesn't mean you'll have it easy!" It was mostly said like a joke, but sounded also vaguely like a threat. Chaperones for dances and field trips, mandatory meetings.

For her part, Rory just nodded along. She would volunteer to chaperone every goddamn dance for the history of time if she could just get Lori out and back to what she had been doing with Maris. The glance sideways she gave her should have spoke volumes to that.

Maris wasn't always the most easygoing person. She had little patience for people or situations that wasted her time even if that time wasn't being spent with a woman she couldn't keep her hands off of.

So Lori's visit, the pointless wandering around Rory's classroom followed by a lecture on things she was sure everyone already knew had her nearly infuriated, though she played it off well as she nodded and gestured abstractly toward Mrs. Allen with her fork. "Right, so is there a reason you're visiting or..."

It was a little rude. Especially when you considered they were in Rory's room and not hers. It stood to reason Aurora should be the one calling the shots, but Maris knew the other woman wanted Lori gone just as badly as she did.

"I came here to ask Ms. Berlanti if she'd chaperone the spring formal. You should do it too, Ms. Forrester. I never see you at any dances."

Maris inwardly groaned. She'd never liked dances, even as a kid and rarely chaperoned because she was very good at convincing other people to do it for her.

"I'm sure we'll both consider it," she said stiffly.

Since beginning her career at the school, Rory had been very aware of her newness to the dynamic. She didn't want to make waves or step on toes, but became less and less concerned with those things the longer she was there. As she eased into her own teaching style, she felt more like herself, more willing to do things the way she wanted to do them, and not care if that earned a side-eye.

And as such, she wasn't particularly concerned with being rude to fellow staff members when warranted. Today, her impatience was beginning to show, but only emboldened by the woman in the room she desperately wanted to be alone with.

That, and the way Maris dismissed the older woman was ... well, unfairly hot. Rory didn't even realize she was biting her lower lip until she exhaled slowly, turning her eyes back to Mrs. Allen. "Yes, we definitely will." She said with as bright of a smile as she could muster -- mostly to cover for the way she knew her gaze had been drinking in Maris just seconds ago.

"If you don't mind though, we were really making some headway with the system. I'm afraid I'll lose the whole train of it if we're not back at it." As she said it, she was gently shooing the older woman out of the room. "Thanks so much," She said for no reason whatsoever but that it felt like the thing to say as she was shutting the door. And carefully (quietly) locking it. Turning around with a flourish, she dramatically exhaled and leaned her back against the door. She waited a few seconds before saying anything, listening for the older woman to leave.

"Is this the point in which I ask you to wear my pin to the big dance?"

Maris laughed, a sharp humorless sound. "Yeah, I'm not going to that." She ate the last bite of salad she'd scooped up to keep up apearances for Lori, then snapped the lid back on her lunch container.

"I'm a Jew. We're not exactly known for having rhythm," she joked. She rose from the desk, waving a hand dismissively. "I'll get someone else to do it. I always do."

Crossing the room, she slid her arms around Rory's neck and closed the space between them once more. "I can be very persuasive," she murmured against her lips.

"Oh?" She asked quizzically, a grin slowly coming back to spread across her face. Why did she find her defiance so hot? Well, to be fair, everything Maris did was some level of sexy or alluring to Rory. She had it bad, and she wasn't even afraid to admit that.

"I don't know about that..." She began as her arms came to loosely slide around the other woman again, her hips shifting against hers just so. "I think your rhythm is excellent."

Rory would have marveled at how easy it was to forget their interruption in favor of kissing Maris and getting lost in their own little world again, but she was ultimately too distracted to think of much else than the way their lips met and how her body felt so close. "Oh, I know that." She huffed back as their lips parted, but only enough to say the words before she moved in to close the space again, kissing her deeply, with intent. "I'm just luckily very susceptible to your persuasion."

"Not that I wouldn't love to see you all dressed up," Maris murmured against her skin as she pulled away from the kiss that had her lips slightly swollen again.

She wouldn't have minded dressing up for her, either, especially after this morning's outfit hadn't gone unnoticed but dances were just about the least exciting thing Maris could think of and honestly? She was more concerned about getting Rory out of clothes than in them now that she'd seen how good she looked without.

Her palm slid very purposefully down the other woman's stomach then slowly pushed up the bottom of her shirt. Her fingers slowly stroked the skin they exposed as her tongue pushed past her lips to find Rory's, her soft but very calculating licks mirroring the ones she'd used between her legs a few days before.

Moving backwards, she let herself fall into one of Rory's desk chairs, taking the other woman with her. The wooden chair creaked in protest, but she tightened her grip on the other woman's hips, to caught up to care.

"I want more," she murmured, pushing Rory's shirt up further before dipping her head to kiss up her stomach and along the now exposed cups of her bra.

"Yep, you'll be missing out on pepto bismol pink with ruffles..." Rory shook her head and made a sound with her teeth like Maris was really missing out on something. Of course, even in her own high school days, her fashion had been slightly better than that.

Truthfully, Rory realized that chaperoning a dance with Maris would be next to torture. Hours spent trying to pry students away from each other, all the while wanting to be ten times as close and elicit with Maris? Yeah, that wouldn't be the best.

And to mention it, Rory had no interest in denying this woman anything at present. Her breath sucked in sharply through her teeth, just the first feel of Maris' fingers against her skin sending spirals of electricity through her veins, settling between her legs. She sighed into her mouth, her own tongue stroking against hers as their kiss turned breathless, her lungs burning for a reprieve she wasn't ready to give them. Maris had this uncanny ability to make her forget where she was or even her own damn name, just from the way she kissed her. She became a being of pure instinct and for lack of some poetic terminology -- desire.

"Fuck," She laughed the word as they crashed into the seat, her grin stuck as she straddled Maris' hips and easily slid into her lap. One hand slid up the back of her neck as she kissed her stomach, a soft whine escaping her lips as she curled her fingers in Maris' hair and tugged gently.

Her hips lifted on instinct, a suggestive move if there ever was one as she bowed her head to watch as Maris moved her lips over her skin. "What do you want, hm?" With a brow raised and soft smirk on her face, it was some futile attempt to maintain that she had some of the control here, when all she wanted was to rip off their clothes and cancel her next three classes just to fuck her right here, and on the desk. And the couch. Greed was a good look in this particular instance.

"Rainbow thongs, Pepto pink nightmares... if you weren't such a good fuck I'd be reconsidering my attraction to you," she teased, punctuating the statement with a playful nip at Rory's ear.

"You," she said simply, rolling her hips against Rory's. "And more than is probably wise right now." Her own soft laugh buzzed against the other woman's skin before she looked up at her. "How far are you with your grading?"

The question probably seemed out of left field, but it would help Maris figure out what happened next. Though she was usually pretty good at handing back essays and course work promptly because she graded it as it came in to avoid it piling up on her, she was pretty slow at calculating total percentages. Still, she was closer to finished than not and she couldn't resist making her next invitation.

"Come home with me. After work."

It was an impulsive decision, especially for a woman as fond of plans and order as Maris but one of the reasons she enjoyed sex so much was because it allowed her not to think. The invitation may have seemed like too much too fast, vaguely desperate (and maybe even vaguely clingy lesbian who wanted to spend every waking second with a woman paying her the tiniest bit of attention) but she was almost certain Rory wouldn't see it that way when she seemed just as eager for a repeat of the other night than she was and Maris knew she wouldn't be able to wait until trivia night at the end of the week. Her vibrator had already been put to work after a particularly vivid flashback of Rory and her tongue wouldn't leave her alone on Sunday morning.

"Bring your work with you if you want," she said the slight creaking of the chair increasing as her hips picked up the pace. "I just think we both deserve a little fun."

"I'm just adding a little technicolor to your life. And great sex, same-same." She smirked, shivering just slightly in direct response to Maris' teeth against her ear. It brought with it vivid memories of lips and teeth and tongue employed by the both of them in a fury of pleasure. God, she wanted more.

Rory's free hand that wasn't currently tangled in Maris' hair gripped the back of the chair she sat in, holding steady as her own hips canted forward in order to grind into hers. Their positioning was maddening, almost as maddening as the layers that separated them. "Good answer." She huffed, grinning as she leaned down to press her lips softly against hers. "Umm.." Her thought process was severely distracted with everything the other woman was doing. "I've got four papers left..."

Though some might be the sort to want to pump the brakes and feel out what the given situation actually was after an incredible night (and morning) spent with someone, Rory didn't need time to figure it out. She'd had a few days to stew in how much she missed the feel of Maris beneath her, or above her, all over her really.

"Oh so not right now? I mean I'd love to play hooky with you..."

It seemed as though Rory was incapable of getting the grin off of her face, but as un-cool as that might make her seem, she didn't care. Maris had been on her mind seemingly non-stop since she'd left her on the weekend, and she wanted to keep up with the feeling. She wasn't projecting ahead or worrying about anything other than chasing after this feeling with Maris - accentuated by the heat generated with their grinding hips.

"I think I'll make you my work for the night." She hummed her words, bowing her head to kiss her slowly, a languid lash of her tongue over hers. Her own mind flooded with memories of just how sweet the woman tasted against her tongue, which in turn earned a soft moan drowned between their lips. "You're right. I'll gladly let you take me home." Her voice came slightly huskier than before, her desire for the woman too-apparent as she rocked her hips into hers, fighting the (exceptionally strong) urge to slide off of her lap, onto her knees and under her skirt.

"God dammit you make me so hot, it's a true talent."

Maris grinned against the other woman's mouth. "People are pretty oblivious around here but something tells me they'd notice the both of us missing at the same time."

Rory may have been kidding, but god, it was a tempting scenario. Visions of shoving her against the door the minute it closed behind them flooded Maris' mind, causing her to rock even harder.

Part of her knew she should stop. It couldn't continue, not to the result she wanted (at least not here), but it the heat building between her legs was the best kind of torture.

"One of few, I'm afraid. Remembering stuff about old dead guys and fucking are my only gifts."

Before she really realized she was doing it, her fingers were at the button of Rory's slacks. Her zipper didn't make so much as a sound as it came down but as Maris' hand slipped into her pants, then her panties, her hips prepared to keep up their rhythm even as she stroked her, there was another visitor at the door. Her fingers only got as far as Rory's bellybutton.

Groaning as she buried her face in her neck, she knew their fun was temporarily over. Giving the other woman a playful spank which doubled as a sign to get up, she rose from the chair as soon as she was able.

"Leave at ten after the bell," she said straightening her dress once more. It was an unorthodox move, but Maris figured it was probably smart to avoid being seen together in the parking lot right after school when it would be packed with staff and students alike.

Giving her one last very passionate kiss, she whispered against her lips, "Then drive to my apartment. And you better drive fast before my vibe and I start without you."

She grinned as she walked out the door, letting the student who wanted to talk to Rory in behind her.

"I'd risk it." Rory grinned as she spoke, feeling invincible in the moment. Yeah, she'd totally risk her job for more of this, it made perfect sense in the heat of the moment.

Rory bit at her lower lip, grinning still as she rocked into Maris, the tension building by the second. "Ooh baby, old dead guys? So sexy." The term slipped from her lips with the joke, so much so that she didn't even think of it. Later, she might.

This whole tryst was barely enough to sate the desire that had been building in her over the past few days. Rory felt as though if she were given the opportunity, she'd do nothing for days on end but fuck this woman, rest, recharge, and go again. Her breath sucked in sharply, an audible sound as she felt Maris' fingers on her stomach.

"Oh god dammit." She grumbled as soon as that knock came at the door, maybe slightly louder than she meant to be so she bowed her head against Maris' neck and laughed quietly. She only kissed her neck there in direct response to the smack. She stood on slightly shaky legs, huffing a sigh as she straightened herself and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Ten after the bell. Don't you dare start without me." She warned with one more soft kiss as though she were sealing the passionate one they'd just shared with it. Of course, walking in on Maris pleasing herself ... yes, that thought alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Or maybe it was just the sight of her walking away. Damn, she looked good.

The rest of the day cruelly trudged onward, minutes ticking on like hours until that damn bell finally rang. Ten after the bell ... Nope, Rory waited until approximately seven after the bell, locking her door and hustling to the parking lot. She rudely bypassed a group of teachers, saying she had to hurry off. Rory gave no detailed excuse, they didn't need one.

One text was sent "On my way." Before she threw her car in gear and made her way to Maris' place. Was she speeding? Yes, but only after she broke away from school territory.

Since her coworkers knew she wasn't one for chit chat at the end of the day, Maris pretty made her way to the parking lot without being stopped. She didn't even pause to send Rory a return text.

As she stepped into her apartment, she contemplated breaking out more new lingerie or even being naked when Rory arrived (her mind racing with possibilities but too anxious with anticipation of what was to come, namely: them) but she only managed to kick off her heels and hang her keys on their hook in her kitchen when Rory walked through the door she'd left unlocked for her.

She'd managed to push aside her desire and get through the rest of her work day, only letting herself daydream about this moment when her students were busy doing a reading on WW2, but when she saw Rory's face again it was like a switch had been very firmly flipped into the on position. It was like they hadn't been separated at all and now they really didn't have to be.

She wanted everything all at once. She didn't know if she wanted to fuck or be fucked or just how she wanted to go about it. She wanted a repeat of trivia night just as much as she wanted to learn new ways to make the other woman moan.

She didn't speak as she crossed the room, immediately pulling the other woman's body against hers as their mouths crashed together because she didn't need to. Her hands made quick work of the button she'd unfastened back at school but this time Rory's pants and panties were yanked down roughly, falling on the floor at the exact same time as Maris sank to her knees, lapping at Rory's pussy the moment she got her face between her legs. Her licks were slow, but undeniably eager, the first few punctuated by a groan of almost relief that Rory's taste was back on her tongue, the palm she'd used to push her against the wall sliding down to rest on one of her hips.

It probably should have alarmed Rory, even as she did it, that entering Maris' house without so much as knocking was more like ... three months of dating territory rather than a night spent and a heady makeout in her office-territory. But the woman was impatient, still spinning from how they'd left things earlier. She didn't want to wait, didn't want to second guess the familiarity that came along with being so intimate with someone.

That, and her mind had been running over so many scenarios, that she was about ready to burst with desire upon arriving. Clearly, she had been barely keeping it together throughout the afternoon, and no she didn't want to wait any longer.

"Hi," Was all she'd managed to get out, and at that, it was kind of a breathy tone to her voice that gave away far more than she meant to. She was immediately enraptured with Maris, kissing her deeply, her tongue seeking out hers to pick up exactly where they left off. The blur of movement between them was hot fury, all hands and clothes pulled and tugged away. Before she knew it, her back was crashing into the wall and she was letting out a long, low moan as Maris' tongue stroked her pussy.

"Fuck, Maris..." She gasped, her hand moving down to tangle in her hair, her hips rocking into her mouth. Maris would find exactly how turned on she was, already wet, already wanting this woman more than she cared admit. Her free hand gripped Maris' hand, fingers twisting so they laced together and she used that as a kind of leverage between them. "I've wanted you all day," She hummed down at her, her gaze heavy-lidded but steadfast as she watched her. If she were all the more honest, she wanted her for the last several days.

Once Rory began to relax, Maris picked up the pace, devouring the other woman like she was the sweetest thing she ever tasted. She couldn't get enough, even as she pushed her tongue inside her and started to thrust.

It was an action that occasionally left her gasping, in need of a break but she did it until the lack of air made her dizzy, so she added her fingers to the mix, making sure Rory never had a chance to come down because that was exactly how she felt around her, even with clothes on. Ever since she pulled Rory closer on the sofa a few feet away from them a few nights before, every part of her was on overdrive and it was a feeling that didn't seem to be going anywhere.

Rory wasn't a particularly loud person in her life, usually preferring a kind of quiet countenance that allowed her to be observant and thoughtful. The same could not be said for now, or really, whenever this particular woman touched her. She was a series of moans and gasps as she rocked her hips into Maris' tongue, whining a low sound as she felt her tongue inside of her. "Fuck," She gasped again, her fingers curling tighter in her hair.

They had been together once, yes for a prolonged span of time over several hours, but one night spent exploring each others' bodies and learning what worked. So it was still a surprise just how much Maris knew exactly what she wanted, or rather needed before she did. Her thighs began to tremble as that telltale feeling of heat pooled and spun within her, too soon and altogether right on time. She was out of control with how desperately she constantly wanted Maris, and finally having her seemed to bring all of that to the forefront. She didn't want to climax so quickly, but every flick of Maris' tongue or thrust of her fingers sent her closer and closer until she was a wave of cursing and gasps, moaning as she went careening over the edge with her orgasm. "God dammit," She growled through a moan, her fingers smoothing over Maris' head and gently raking her fingers over her scalp when she realized she'd been pulling hard at her hair.

Maris stop until she was sure Rory's orgasm had subsided. The other woman had been a little rough with her, but she hardly minded, grinning up at her impishly from between her legs.

"I was going to the salon this weekend but I think you yanked out enough hair that I can skip the trim," she teased.

She pressed slow but undeniably hungry kisses up her body, slowly rising up from the floor until she was standing.

She leaned forward, but didn't catch the other woman's lips like she'd been planning. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, studying Rory.

"You're like, really tall," she said, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice or the blush off her cheeks when she realized she'd said so out loud. It was a silly observation, not to mention a painfully slow one when you considered how much time she had been spending getting up close and very personal with the woman pressed against her living room wall but it was one that almost comforted her.

Maris was often the tallest (almost always the tallest woman) in a room. It was a nice change of pace not to have to hunch down like Quasimodo to kiss someone for a change.

She grinned as she did, breaking for a moment to tug Rory's shirt over her head. "Hi," she murmured cheekily, finally acknowledging the other woman's greeting, her fingers making quick work on the clasp of her bra before her hands slid down to cup her breasts. "Nice of you to stop by."

If there was any place to grip onto, Rory would have found it, but the wall had to suffice just to lean most of her weight onto. Her legs certainly weren't going to be any help as the aftershocks rocked through her.

"Oh good, I like it like this." She teased back, though her words were marred with her breathlessness. Rory let out a soft sigh, a kind of quake along with it as she tracked Maris' kisses up her body. Each one felt like it was sealing something deep beneath it.

Rory smoothed her fingers through Maris' hair, tilting her head at her quizzically as she grinned. Though her cheeks were still fresh-fucked-flushed and her breathing nowhere near normal, she laughed softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her cheek. It was an oddly affectionate move, but felt right nonetheless. "I might even be a scosh taller than you. We should measure."

"Oh, yes..." She said as she glanced down to the quick work Maris made of her shirt and her bra, a little huff of sound involuntarily leaving through her teeth from the contact of Maris' hands on her breasts alone. "What a greeting. I should be stopping by more often." She smirked, finally leaning in to kiss her lips, but only briefly in favor of getting Maris out of her dress in kind. "Actually," She pondered as she reached around to unzip it, her fingertips gently scraping down her spine as she got it undone. "You might have some trouble getting rid of me at this point."

"Oh, a skosh," Maris repeated, sounding amused even though she was doing a good job of keeping a straight face. "Such a scientific unit of measurement. Still, we'd better not. My ego might not be able to take the hit. I'd start acting like Napoleon. Shooting cannonballs at precious landmarks, invading the gymnasium on horseback then being surprised when I lose because I didn't buy it proper horseshoes..."

Even though she'd often hated her height growing up, Maris appreciated it now. Towering over people once she added heels gave her a confidence boost and there was nothing she liked more than feeling powerful.

Still, she gave up a bit of control as she let Rory unzip her dress, helping her a bit once the zipper came down far enough because it was too form fitting to just fall on the floor like they were in some romantic movie.

Which was fitting, really because their story was more along the lines of soft core porn.

Okay, maybe not so soft, she thought as she gripped the back of Rory's neck, her deep kiss a direct result of the shivers she was sending up her spine.

"Not really seeing a problem," she said after she'd caught and tugged the other woman's lip with her teeth. "You could always wear my clothes to work. They're a little muted compared to yours but shared closets are one of the perks of being a lesbian."

"Mmhm, I can be very scientific when I need to be." She grinned, shaking her head as she listened to Maris contemplate a latent Napoleon complex. "Oh god, that would be sexy to see you bursting in on a horse but ... no, we can't have that. I'll promise not to mention it."

As clearly intense as their sexual chemistry was, what struck Rory all the more was how it was that -- and. The and that included noting how Maris smiled and the way it made her heart thump harder, or how much she liked when Maris would go on a historical tangent, or how cute she found it when she was trying to make a joke into a point. Maybe Rory should have been nervous at how much she liked about the woman beyond their explosive sex. She couldn't bring herself to pull back even a little bit, though.

There was no shame in the way her eyes cast their gaze over Maris' body as her dress fell to the floor (thanks to the assist from Maris), an involuntary move of her teeth catching her lower lip as the now crashed with the then and just how much she loved touching her everywhere.

Rory leaned into the kiss without hesitation, her tongue sweeping over the other woman's and moaning softly as she tasted herself on her tongue. Why did Maris make everything just that sexy? It was unfair, really.

"Ooh, you know I like this idea. Plus it just lets me raid your closet and figure out a little more about you." She grinned into her lips, hooking her fingers into the elastic of her panties and giving a little snap. "There are a lot of perks to being a lesbian, I've found." She smirked into her lips as she kissed her again, sliding her fingers inside of her underwear this time and delving lower until her fingers began to just gently (maybe too much, she was a bitch sometimes) began to stroke her clit.

A city girl through and through, Maris had never even seen a horse up close, let alone ridden one, so she couldn't help snickering at the story they were weaving.

But it was hard to focus on anything when hands, teeth and tongues were wandering everywhere. Her breath hitched when Maris started to stroke her, her hips automatically rising to meet her hand. She was more than wet and undeniably warm to the touch and clearly frustrated by the other woman's touch, though her voice was steady when she opened her mouth to speak. "You want to know my favorite?" she murmured, her hand sliding down to part Rory's thighs before slipping between her legs. "Knowing the other person can feel the exact same thing that I am and the exact same time."

Her eyes locked on Rory's as she began to touch her, mirroring her exactly, right down to the teasing.

"Do you think we could come at the same time?" she breathed against her ear, using her thumb to add some more pressure against the most sensitive part of her.

Truth be told, they could spin any story or scenario and Rory would find it incredibly appealing. If Maris told her she had a fantasy of heading off to a desert island and living off the land for a while? Not ideal, but Rory might agree so long as they found a way to have just as much sex but stave off the sand. Definitely not ideal, but still. She wouldn't outright say no.

God, did she love the way Maris reacted to her. Everything Rory did was to draw out some kind of reaction from this woman. She might say already she was addicted to the way Maris' breathing changed, how she moved her body, how she looked at her. Her lips quirked into a satisfied smirk as she stroked her slowly, softly sighing at how wet she was for her. Her fingers only stilled for a second when Maris touched her, Rory's whole body giving a strong shiver, still being so sensitive from her first orgasm of the evening. "Fuck, you're right. It's a definite favorite." She huffed, biting at her lower lip as she mirrored Maris' movements right back.

"I bet you we could..." She hummed against her neck, bowing her head against it to give a soft bite to her skin as her fingers began to circle her clit a little faster, increasing her pressure as well. Her body gave another shiver, making her laugh softly against her skin. "If you make me come again and I fall over, I'm taking you with me." She said this with a grin, tilting her head back so she could watch Maris' face as she slowly slid just one finger inside of her.

"I got you," she said, her voice soothing as her free hand slid up to caress Rory's cheek. As tender as she was feeling because deep down she knew she would do everything in her power to make sure Aurora felt safe as well as satisfied, her ego bristled at the word if.

Her eyes flashed with defiance. For a moment her fingers speed up, determined to show her just how good she was at making her come until she remembered that wasn't what she wanted.

But even as her pace slowed and she fell in sync with Rory her feelings intensified. With their eyes locked and ears on alert so they could adjust things to make sure they were on the same page, it was hard to tell who was moaning and who wasn't, where one ended and the other began. They had made each other come countless times already but this felt different. Different than anything else than Maris had done with anyone before, even. She felt close to Rory, the kind of close that had her vulnerable enough to start moaning her name even though like Rory saying baby, she hadn't done it during their previous encounter either. Saying someone's name during moments like these was intense, almost sacred because it gave them a tiny bit of power over you and the moment it spilled from Maris' lips she knew she was a goner.

And not just because the room began to spin a moment after. She came hard, her knees buckling but she still managed to keep hold of Rory, her fingers working harder than they ever had before to send her over the edge too.

Why when she said that - such a simple sentiment and definitely an in-the-moment one at that, did it fill Rory with this kind of warmth that had nothing to do with what they were doing to each other? It filled her chest, catching her voice in her throat until it gave way to a moan.

Rory couldn't help but bite her lower lip at that look she caught in Maris' eyes. Note to self: Challenge her more often. A sharp gasp came from her as she too sped up her fingers to match pace, her hips jerking involuntarily at her own sensitivity.

As they slowed together, she moaned again, unabashed in how loud Maris made her. She didn't try to stifle her sounds, to downplay just how much Maris made her feel. As she bowed her head against the other woman's, she just let it rest there, breathing with her. She wondered in some abstract/back of the mind kind of thing if their heartbeats were in sync. Such a flowery, romantic thought -- but it was becoming increasingly difficult to push away those thoughts. Okay honestly, she wasn't even trying. Whatever this was, it was more than the intensely incredible sex. It was more than the high she got from kissing her, from touching her, from the thrill of making her come. Evidenced all the more so by the way her heart slammed in her chest just at hearing her name on Maris' lips.

She side, grinning softly as she moved her fingers just a little faster, rolling a rhythm over her clit as she felt her begin to tremble. She decided then and there that she wanted to hear it more often. She wanted more of this, and more of everything in between. Her free hand gripped Maris, her nails digging into her hip in some attempt to steady her, but also to steady herself. The entire sensory overload of watching her come, of feeling her fingers work her into a frenzy made her own breath quicken. She cursed and her own hips bucked wildly, still overly sensitive from her first orgasm and the whole of Maris sending her crashing into a second. Her own knees felt weak, so she leaned into the wall, gripping Maris with her free hand and pulling her in close, kissing her breathless as her fingers kept rolling through her folds, almost gently, savoring the tremors that came.

Maris kissed Rory like it was the only way to get air back into her lungs. It certainly felt that way, but even as they burned, telling her to slow down, she couldn't stop. Hungry kisses became more tender and seconds after she pulled away her lips found themselves on Rory's jaw, cheeks, forehead, anywhere they could reach to keep the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Before she even really had a chance to realize what she was doing, her hand slid down to rest on Rory's chest. She knew her heart rate had to be as intense as her own, their panting was just as in sync as their moans had been moments before but feeling it under her hand caused a jolt throughout her entire body. It was a turn on, but the look in her eyes was soft as they, half lidded met Rory's once more. Too soft. Heart pounding so hard because she felt vaguely sick because she felt so vulnerable, she took her hand away quickly, as if Rory's still warm skin had burned her.

This was definitely more than a fling, but Maris wasn't about to analyze it like she did everything else, at least not yet. Rory was here after days of wanting her and she wasn't going to waste a second of it lost in her own head.

"You hungry?" she murmured, running a still wet finger along Rory's collarbone once she had eased it out of her. "I think you said something about Italian?"

Rory decided sometime between the first kiss with Maris and this one, that she was always going to want one more. It would be a circular thing, never enough after one, a hundred, a million of them. She'd swear up and down that she had never quite been kissed the way Maris kissed her. She felt like there was something in their souls reaching out to each other. Oh that was overly romantic and crazy, but it was hard to think in any other way when the woman was pressed up against her and their kisses ranged from passionate and aggressive to just as passionate and soft. She laughed softly through a slow exhale as Maris' lips kissed over her face. Maybe it wasn't so crazy of a thought, either.

As Rory leaned slightly into the other woman, both hands came to rest on her hips and curl into her skin, pulling her in closer if that was even possible. It had to be, as her breath involuntarily left in a little sound at the new friction of just having her body that close. The hand on her heart may have been surprising, but it felt good, it felt right. It felt, for lack of a better term, kind of serious. But not in a bad way. She felt her heartbeat thundering into Maris' hand. Rory felt like she wanted to say something, but any words would ruin whatever this feeling was.

It might be easy to pass this off as the high from properly fucking each other, but Rory knew it was far, far beyond that. Already. Maybe from before they even touched each other. "If this is the moment where you're going to tell me about your Italian heritage..." She smirked, pressing her lips against her cheek, and then her jaw. "Italian does sound good. I think we're gonna need the fuel." Her tone dropped to an all the more suggestive one, grinning as she circled her arms around Maris' waist and hugged her in close. "Let's feast, but first we need to sit down because you just made my knees incapable of holding myself up any longer."

Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, she reached down and tangled her fingers with Maris' before nudging her off towards the far end of the hall, scooping up her purse for her app-ordering phone inside. She was plenty comfortable leading the way, she'd been in the room enough over the weekend.

"Greek, actually. Tan, bad tempered, but if you swap out wine for ouzo we're basically the same as a people," she teased. "Besides, my eat me jokes are much more complex, Rory. I'm surprised at you!"

Smiling when the other woman seemed to know right where to go, Maris let her get settled on the bed before joining her. She had never been much of a cuddler, but she sat as humanly possible, dropping a kiss on her shoulder as she watched her scroll through her phone. "Ooh, pick Vinnie's. They give you enough to feed four people, but I still want my own chicken marsala either way. Ooh, and tiramisu."

Maris didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but she couldn't resist anything coffee flavored. When their food arrived, she slipped on her trusty kimono, giving Rory a lingering kiss before murmuring she'd be right back. After she paid, she poured them two glasses of wine, then made her way to the bedroom.

"You're really helping me accomplish my dream of flashing every delivery guy in the city," she teased, letting her robe drop once more.

She grinned, kissing Rory once she was back on the bed, handing over her wine. "I think we should play a game."

Her tone was purposefully misleading. Rory probably assumed they were going to play a game much naughtier than the one she had in mind, but it had the possibility to get less than G rated real fast, especially when you liked to ask as many dirty questions as Maris did.

"Never Have I Ever?" she offered.

"Oooh, I should have known I was in the presence of a Grecian specimen." She grinned as she spoke, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes in jest at herself. "I know, I must have just been fucked out of my proper game."

There was absolutely no reason for Rory to feel so comfortable in Maris' space already. She should have a little more in the way of manners or should be letting Maris lead her to and fro. Not so, as she plopped onto the bed, naked as ever and unabashed at that. Her skin still felt so warm, a kind of rush settling in just sitting there with Maris. Something felt here, like she could get used to this.

"Ooh, yes. I'm getting mozzarella sticks, too." She got a little click-happy with the Italian food, taking all of Maris' suggestions and throwing in a few of her own. She clicked through to order while she waited for Maris to return, her fingertips tracing along her lips as though she could still feel the tingling presence of Maris's mouth on hers. Fuck, she had it so bad and there was no denying it.

In the time Maris had been gone, she'd laid flat on her bed, enjoying the feel of her sheets beneath her skin. She only pushed herself up to her elbows when she heard the other woman arrive, making sure she was steady in sitting before reaching for the wine. "Oh you know, I'd be really jealous but ... I know I'm going to have you again in thirty minutes, give or take." Rory winked, tilting her chin into the other woman and kissing her lips, leaning in even as she pulled back like she was chasing after the feeling. Oof, she got really swept up in each one of their kisses.

"You're a daredevil. Can you handle it?" She smirked, reaching for one of the bags and tearing it open. Taking a bite of a breadstick she'd found inside, she gesticulated with it towards Maris like it was a pointer, or maybe a sword. "Never have I ever before feasted on Italian food while bare ass naked." A tame start, but her mind was already spinning with where this game was about to take them.

She smirked at Rory's challenge, an implication she could handle anything. Including about five more rounds.

Maris didn't take a sip of her wine, tilting her head as if considering something. "I don't remember Italian specifically. But I've had a lot of naked meals." She let her confession hang in the air for a moment, her expression turning seductive before she let out a laugh, jumping in to explain it was more innocent than it sounded. "No, um, in college I kept up the cliche of having the crappiest apartment ever and there was no air conditioning so...lots of naked feasts in an effort to keep from melting."

Truth be told, Maris sometimes didn't see the point of getting dressed when she was the only one around the house now, but walking around naked was one of the many privileges of having your own place.

She opened up her take out box, absently stirring up her pasta to make sure the sauce was spread out everywhere while she tried to think of a question. "Never have I ever... had sex on an airplane?" she offered before bringing her first bite to her lips.

If a look alone could turn her insides to molten heat, that smirk would certainly do it.

With that, Rory took a gulp of her wine, like it might have a cooling affect. Her gaze kept returning right to Maris as she opened her own container, a smile on her face as she listened. She should have suspected from their time together before that Maris might like to walk around in as little as possible - but the revelation of it made her mind spin with possibilities. "See, now I'm just picturing you languishing in your space with ice cubes and a fan. It's ... a very pleasant image." She punctuated her comment with a wag of her eyebrows and a bite of her food. God, she hadn't realized how hungry she was until then.

Was it getting too ahead of herself to already be wondering over how many naked weekends, holidays, vacations they could spend together? Probably, but she didn't care.

"Oh," She smacked her lips with a little pop, eyeballing the woman as she rose her glass to her lips with a little shrug. Sex on a plane wasn't exactly as romantic or hot as she'd wanted it to be at the time (in her relative youth of college days), but what she'd done counted. "Never have I ever ... had a threesome?"

Maris was pretty adventurous when it came to sex, often joking that she'd try anything but dick once. Even though she had enough sense to stop herself from fucking Rory at work earlier that day (although she had a feeling the student who had interrupted had both saved and ruined the day because she probably wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer), Maris liked public sex and the thrill that came with doing things she wasn't supposed to.

Still, airplane sex had never really appealed to her. Her fear of flying could have played a factor. She'd always been too worried about surviving a plane crash to be in the mood. Not to mention the fact that she'd never been fond of small spaces either. But as she let herself picture Rory in a stall, wearing an expression she was beginning to know all too well, joining the mile club finally sounded appealing. Especially since she couldn't bring herself to imagine anyone in there with Rory but her, even though she knew that hadn't been the case.

"I hope you were more quiet with them than you are with me," she teased, crossing her legs a bit to ease the dull throb that had started between them.

Maris had actually had a few threesomes (and an offer to join a former lover and her new boyfriend which she immediately turned down), but nothing really topped the first few with a couple who liked to share. Her little trysts with Bethany and Laura were fun because they were strictly that. There was no real jealousy or even attachment, only two women were just as open as she was and up for trying new things but Maris was just as insatiable (and fond of control) then as she was now. As much as she liked the idea that both wanted her, trying to please two women was kind of exhausting.

"They're fun, but after a few rounds you kind of feel like your jaw is broken and your fingers are gonna fall off," she said with a grin. "I'm surprised I don't have carpal tunnel."

She tilted her head to think. "Never have I ever...sent someone a naughty video of myself."

Not to make a big deal out of it (even though, at the time it felt very much a big deal), Rory's "sexual awakening" as it were (terrible terminology, but it fit alright) had come after much of her peers. In high school, her friends often talked about the guys they were hooking up with, and at parties she could often be found at the beer pong table killing it -- but never sneaking off with a guy. She fooled around with a couple of girls in high school, but didn't get to actually discover how great sex was until college - and then it was truly off to the races. College was making up for last time - which was kind of hilarious considering nineteen really wasn't "late" by any means. Peer pressure was a weird thing for a young woman who knew she liked her own sex.

As they began their little game, Rory was beginning to realize that this was going to become some equivalent of them just making a list of things to do with each other. Airplane? Yeah she'd do that with Maris, even if it wasn't the most comfortable thing. Now airplanes had those little pods or blankets to cover... Her cheeks were already pink enough.

"I managed. I think you crank up my volume to be honest." She smirked over her box of food, licking her lips in a way that had nothing to do with how good the meal was.

Perhaps hers was actually a bad one to start with. The idea of Maris with other people, while ridiculous to feel so, made her feel the slight twinge of jealousy. Ridiculous was definitely the word for it, for a hell of a lot of reasons. Still, the feeling was there and it was almost welcome in a way -- because it meant that she meant something to Rory beyond all the sex and the chemistry. Not that that was a revelation. She'd felt that from the word go.

Rory laughed, shaking her head as she reached for Maris' hand, pressing a noisy kiss to the palm of her hand. "I'm glad you didn't get carpal tunnel. For the record." She winked, dropping her hand and going back to her food.

"Video? No..." She made a face, considering it. "A photo or few, sure." Rory grinned, enjoying all the little revelations they were giving to each other. "Speaking of video ... never have I ever filmed myself and a partner having sex."

Maris' lips twitched into a lopsided smile at the notion she made Rory louder than usual. If anything, it was a sign of a job well done and she was an overachiever both in and out of the bedroom.

Her smile widened into a full on grin when Rory kissed her hand. "Mmm, thank you. I'm just as relieved I'm not a lesbian cripple as you are."

Maris didn't drink. Though she was confident, both in her skill as a lover and her appearance because she worked hard at both, she wasn't sure she could take watching herself having sex. One bad angle or awkward face would surely stick in her mind forever and throw her off her game, something she definitely didn't want to happen with Rory.

The more she thought about it, she wouldn't want to have a threesome with her either. Rory was more than enough to satisfy her, something that couldn't be said of some of Maris' former lovers, which was exactly why she had accumulated so many.

"Never have I ever watched porn. At least a whole one," she admitted, figuring it suited the conversation. "I've tried but I can't get into anything. I start analyzing how stupid and fake everything is and... it's not fun." She leaned over and snatched one of Rory's mozzarella sticks, biting into it playfully. "Prefer my own imagination where there aren't bottle blondes wearing vag shredding french tips."

In retrospect, it was probably a very good thing that she and Maris had been interrupted (twice, ugh) that day. When Maris did in fact draw out louder, more unbridled reactions from her whenever she touched her just right, there would likely have been some repercussions from getting into each other in her office. Maybe later she'd learn to quell her sounds. Maybe. With great motivation.

"Truly, it's a blessing." She giggled and shook her head, enjoying just this light feeling that had taken over as they ate. It took nothing away from the overall mood, only enhanced it.

Everything they two of them were giving to each other by way of this fun little game felt like a piece of treasure to Rory. She loved each piece of information Maris gave her, and then wanted more. They might be mostly superficial things, but she kept having the feeling that she wanted Maris to know everything about her - the big things and the little things, all of it.

"Oh, well... I'm out." She huffed a little laugh, taking a drink of her wine. She cringed though, at the mention of exactly those types that Maris described, audibly shivering. "It makes me hurt just thinking about that." She gave a playful glare at the thievery of mozzarella sticks before continuing. "I used to watch it more when I was younger, but I was very picky and so often I'd just get too bored and move on. Now though... I think my recent imagination has been more than sufficient." She wasn't embarrassed to insinuate (or flat out confess) that Maris had been on her mind so often that she had found herself breathless and shaking a couple of times in her absence.

Sitting up a little straighter, she folded her legs and pushed aside her dish after closing it up, starting to get a little full, finally. It was with this moment of free hands (and non-split focus) that she decided maybe she could get a little more personal. Just a little. "Okay ... Never have I ever had as much trouble leaving someone as I did the other morning." She narrowed her eyes playfully, like she was judging herself for the confession. "Were that I met you during summer vacation." She snapped her fingers, leaning back on one hand as she regarded the other woman.

Rory's confession caused Maris' chest to tighten. She'd never had trouble getting women into bed. She'd never had trouble getting them to come back for round two, but it rarely got that far. She knew her aloof nature had something to do with it. She wasn't overly affectionate. She was smooth, but not overly romantic. People assumed she didn't want more than a bit of fun and for the most part they were right, but it felt nice to be wanted in an entirely different way. It felt nice to have someone who actually wanted to stay.

Okay, the look in Rory's eyes told her that if she had stuck around they probably would have had more sex, but it also told her that maybe, just maybe the other woman wanted more than that. It was nearly uncharted territory for Maris, who had only had a handful of girlfriends for a handful of months total, but the notion had her just as excited as it did scared.

"But we'd be without the soul crushing sexual tension in the workplace," she pointed out with a smirk. "And call me a masochist but I kind of like the way it aches every time I see you."

Her hands slid up Rory's thigh, gently parting them to brush exactly where that delicious ache came from.

"I do though," she said softly, less playful than she had been moments before because what she was saying was true and therefore slightly terrifying to admit. Their little game was, temporarily at least, forgotten. "Like seeing you."

Should she have been more nervous than she was about confessing something like that? Probably. Even as the wheels turned in her head and she sort of thought over how else she may have been able to say it, it still felt right to say. Life was short, so why try and downplay the way you were feeling to anyone? She supposed probably so as not to send the other person running for the hills ... but she felt solid in their connection already. Plus, she was pretty sure the sex was so good that she had earned a little leeway. Sometimes Rory had rushed into things, given too much of herself, and others not enough. It was all such a balance that she never quite learned how to properly navigate.

When Aurora liked someone, and moreover when she felt a connection similar to the one she was already building so strongly with Maris, she'd be all in. Not one of those stereotypical (and often times annoying) u-haul situations, but rather she was open, and willing. She would inevitably give her whole heart if she wasn't careful about it. With Maris, she felt the want to be reckless.

"Mm you're right, and that would tragic to miss out on..." She hummed her words, her voice hitching a little as she leaned into Maris' touch. It was insane how her body reacted so wholly to her touch. She angled herself just so as she opened her legs willingly.

"I do too." She smiled, her hand reaching for Maris and dragging her fingertips against her jawline and down her neck. Her thumb brushed along the underside of her jaw as she hooked her fingers around the back of her neck. In another second, she closed the space between them, kissing her deeply, unafraid of the italian taste on their lips and all too concerned with how long it had been since she'd properly kissed her like this. Minutes, clearly. As she pulled back, it was slight, and a stupid smile graced her lips. "I just really like you, if we're being honest."