We spent the rest of the weekend companionably together. That Saturday evening was spent in bed. After making and drinking tea, we crawled under the covers and didn't leave until the next morning. During that time, we alternated making love and cuddling while talking of various things. It was incredibly sweet. However, it did nothing to make me fall less in love with him. If anything, it made me fall harder.
However, when Monday morning came around, the sweetness was terminated by the strident call of my alarm clock.
"What the..." Stefan murmured against my shoulder. His hand came up over his eyes, rubbing the sleep out.
"Time to get up," I answered, but made no move save to lean back into his warm chest. He tightened his grip around my waist, cupped a breast, and nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
"Skip."
"What?"
He repeated himself.
"I know. I heard you the first time... but, skip what? School?"
"Mmhm," he answered, beginning to rain my neck with a delightful series of kisses and gentle nips.
"I would love to..." the tail end of my sentence trailed off as his lips distracted me.
"But?"
"But I have a meeting with Beauchamp in an hour and a half," I answered, still making no move to extricate myself from my warm sanctuary.
"Oh... you do, do you?" he asked, halting in his assault on my neck and shoulder.
"Mmhm," I answered, pushing back against him, willing him to begin kissing me again. He did, but seemed more distracted. "What is it?"
"Oh, just that if you have a meeting with him that means I have one too... with you."
"Oh. So?"
"Well, I was just pondering the rather unfortunate prospect of being in the same room with you and not being able to touch you."
"What would stop you from touching me?" I asked, reaching around to stroke his thigh. He all but purred in my ear, sliding his hard cock between my legs.
"Because technically we aren't allowed to be doing what we're doing while working together," he answered, sliding his cock against my wet pussy. I made a soft noise and angled my hips to afford him entrance, but he maintained his external position. To my great dismay, he disentangled himself from me, gave me one last searing kiss, and headed into the shower. His parting words were somewhat puzzling. Did he imply that due to our work situation, he considered it a mistake to act on the mutual attraction (dare I say animal magnetism) that influenced us outside of academia? I know that it would be the rational thing to do... my brain told me that being involved with someone you had to be in a professional situation with oftentimes leads to sticky situations... but it pained me to think about forcing a stop to this beautiful thing we had just begun. Things like this are incredibly difficult to come by, and as someone with a rather rough relationship historyβnot even relationship history, but just man-selection history-- a good thing should be cherished.
I kept mulling until Stefan emerged from the bathroom freshly shaven. He smiled at me warmly, taking in my naked body with visible appreciation. I couldn't help but feel a twinge at the prospect of losing this new wonderful intimacy.
That first day at the office was downright painful. The train ride into the city was fine-- I leaned against Stefan and he played with my hair while we looked out the window at the scenery flashing by. It was romantic and peaceful and I wouldn't have traded that feeling for the world. However, as soon as we stepped onto campus, we had to pretend to be near-strangers. That involved walking half a foot away from one another and treating each other cordially, without the warmth and intimacy we had spent the weekend basking in.
As soon as we got into the draft and research topics it became easier to deal with his presence and its effect on my nerves and certain areas of my anatomy. In the beginning, catching his eye meant shudders and a sudden pooling of warmth and wetness between my legs. His lustful looks when Beauchamp wasn't watching did nothing to help my situation. I wondered vaguely if Beauchamp noticed anything, but I realized that only an inanimate object would be impervious to the sexual tension in the room. Hell, fuck that, the stapler was probably having a rough time of it too. But, as I said, throw neuroscience papers at a couple of scientists, and we will be distracted. That didn't stop Stefan from running a hand up my leg when Beauchamp left the room, though.
When we entered the office, Beauchamp greeted us similarly as he did the last time we met.
"Ah, hello Stefan... hello, Sarah. I trust your respective weekends went well?" we nodded mutely, awkwardly. "Excellent. Hopefully you two will get to know one another better as time moves along. Ah, well, come in come in... we have a lot to accomplish today..." Stefan and I shared twin looks of dread in the face of the session. He was right... it was going to be hell being in the same room with him without being able to touch him.