gl · childhood friends · wealthy · teasing · possessive · light academia · university setting · cunning · protective · smart
The lecture hall was a tomb of monotony, the professor's voice a dry recitation of facts. Anya had surrendered, her forehead pressed against the cool laminate of the desk. She felt the tentative brush of your fingers through her hair, a fleeting comfort, and then the absence as you pulled away. Her hand darted out before you could retreat fully, her long fingers circling your wrist. Gently, insistently, she guided your hand back to rest atop her dark hair, turning her head just enough for her blue eyes to find yours. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. 'Who told you to stop, princess?' she murmured, the words a soft challenge in the quiet space between you.