She leaned back from the kiss.
She figured hey, he was cute, and he was more than a little pliant about the kiss.
"Why?" He was a little shocked.
"I dunno. You seem decent."
She went to leave and he grasped her hand.
"Please don't just walk away."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Come with me."
She motioned, and led him away. He hurried after her, the end of summer was present in the air, the baking heat long gone. They go to her "apartment" a place hidden above the natural history museum the college kept, a corner of the second floor cordoned off, and She unlocked the door to it with her keys.
"You...live here?" He asked. Looking at the cases surrounding the doorway.
"Yeah. I made my own apartment. First week here, we had to choose hidden spaces to live on campus."
It was a small apartment, but plenty of natural light came in, since the museum had a glass 1920's greenhouse ceiling. The only window on the walls was a dormer that had a large curtain in front of it, but was set up as a reading nook with a cushy beanbag chair, and that faced the quad on campus.
There was a small kitchenette in the hallway leading into the actual bedroom and sitting area. The Kitchen to the left, with cabinets and a hotplate and a sink, and then the bathroom to the right, a shower and toilet.
The bed was in the far right corner all the way back in the room, a wall spanning bookshelf next to it along the entire back wall, the whole thing cluttered with glass jars and chemistry sets, books and collected items in baskets. There was a dark wooden desk with a slanted top at the foot of the bed, and it was covered in open binders and notes. She hung her bookbag off the back of the chair.
"You're a..."
"Student of Magic, yes."
She answered. She busied herself with removing her jewelry and hanging it on a twisted black wire tree next to a folding privacy screen, the left corner, where her shoes, clothing, various purses were all kept.
"Did you...do some spell on me?" He asked.
She laughed. "No, actually. I thought you looked cute the other day, and today I decided to kiss you. And you kissed me back. And so I invited you to my place."
She motioned to the small loveseat in the forward right corner, next to the desk. "Sit. I'll make some tea."
He visibly shuddered. "I'm not sure...what to make of this."
He adjusted his clothes, jeans, with a tshirt and plaid button down on top.
She started an electric kettle and dug out mugs, then took off her long black cardigan, revealing pale shoulders and twining white tattoos up her neck. Then shucked off her heavy boots, staying in her long grey socks.
She stayed in the layers of grey skirt and long black tank, and leggings.
"Make of it what you want, really. Perhaps this is just your first time knowing a predatory woman. I have noticed most around here are very encultured to playing the prey."
"What..." he stared as she stretched, sinuously, towards the sky, then came on light feet towards him, before he could react, she was on his lap, straddling him and wrapping a hand around his neck.
"Do you want me?" She asked, trilling her voice a little.
