#plane!au time lmaoooo it's my default for drabbles

[ahtohallan-calling]

I’m a sucker for #46. Argument leading to kissing/sex. :)

“Don’t you skatten min me right now!”

“Anna, I’m sorry, I really didn’t–”

“How could you not notice?”

He threw up his hands, helpless. “I don’t know! I just thought they needed help on their term papers!”

“People write term papers in sweatpants, not– not that!”

“Well– I thought it was sort of odd, but…I don’t know, I’m having a competition with Gabrielle–”

“About what? To see who can seduce the most undergrads?”

“Jesus, Anna,” he yelped as she spun on her heel to glare at him, arms crossed. “Do you really think I would do that to you?”

Her lip quivered. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just– I didn’t expect to come by to pick you up and see two girls in your office just leaning on your desk like that and–”

“What do you mean leaning? They were just–”

“They were trying to show off their cleavage, Kristoff,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Like I do to you whenever we go out to dinner, and I’m ready to go home and–”

“Wait, what? You do that on purpose?”

“I– what? Did you think I just…accidentally seduce you?”

“Well…I don’t know. I’m not normally thinking too much when it happens.”

She let out an irritated huff, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of amusement in it, too. “I was going to do that today, too. But then I came in and they were–”

“Wait–” he interrupted, “wait, is that why– is that why they give me the chili peppers? Sorry, I– that’s the competition, to see who can get the highest score on Rate My Professor, and–”

“Oh my god. How do you have a doctoral degree?”

“It’s in polar bear mythology, Anna, not undergraduate mating rituals.”

She sighed, dropping her hands to settle on her hips instead, a sign that her anger was slowly but surely fading. “You really, seriously didn’t know what they were trying to do?”

He took a risk and crossed the room to stand in front of her, one that was rewarded when she smiled as he cupped her face in his hands. “Of course not, kjære. I don’t even– there’s only you for me. The thought of them– of me–”

He shuddered dramatically, knowing it would make her laugh, and it did. “It didn’t even cross my mind, my Anna. I promise.”

She sighed and looped her arms around his waist, her anger abated. “Okay. I’m sorry for assuming the worst. But to be fair, you were upset too at my publisher’s Christmas party, remember?”

“When that novelist kept putting his hand on you? Oh, I remember that very well.”

Her mouth curved up into a mischievous smile. “And remember what we did afterward in the bathroom?”

He leaned close enough that his next works ghosted over her lips. “That I remember even better.”