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“You must at least try to be more quiet this time, my love. I fear we traumatized Taash last time we -" Emmrich couldn’t finish his sentence before Remy silenced him with her lips against his. He kissed her roughly, backing her up against the table behind the chaise in her room. His hands were tangled in her hair and she was desperately fumbling with his sash.
“Well don’t make me come so hard and I won’t have to be so loud.” Remy smirked as she pulled his sash free and began undoing his trousers. “Plus, they started sleeping in Lace’s room after last time so, now we can both be loud.”
His lips landed on her neck and she reached out a hand to steady herself on the table behind her. A stack of books fell to the floor and, of course, Emmrich being who he is couldn’t let that slide. He pulled away and Remy let out a whimper in protest.
Emmrich gave her a filthy smile that made the heat between her legs burn hotter. He reached a hand up to cup her face, knowing the effects he had on her.
“Darling, you know I won’t be able to give you my full attention if these books are on the floor.”
He bent down to pick up the books when he spotted a rogue piece of paper that had slipped from one of the tomes. Remy, ever distracted by the back of Emmrich’s neck, didn’t notice what he found until it was too late for her to grab the paper from him.
It happened so fast. One moment she was filled with lust and desire and the next panic had taken over. She bent down to snatch the paper from his hands, but it was too late. She watched in horror as he unfolded it and began to scan the page.
“No, no! Don’t! That’s not -“ She buried her head in her hands and hid her face from him. He looked at her confusedly as he read the page out loud.
“Redolent: strongly reminiscent or suggestive of. Apricity: the warmth or light of the sun, especially in winter. Solivagant: rambling alone, marked by solitary wandering. Perspicacious: having a ready insight into and understanding of things. Darling, what is this?” He looked up at her and saw that she was still covering her face. He gently peeled away her hands from her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and he chuckled softly, placing a delicate kiss on each eye.
“Remy, please look at me?” His voice was so soft and the shame rolling through her was overwhelming. “What is this list?”
Remy finally opened her eyes and almost cried from how sweetly he was looking at her. She took a deep breath and let her shoulders sag as she confessed.
“It’s a list of all the words you’ve used that I had to look up. I didn’t know what they meant in the moment, but I didn’t want you to think I was stupid or that I couldn’t keep up with you, so I started writing them down and looking up the definitions later. I know it’s dumb, but you have such a vast vocabulary and I just… I just wanted you to think I was worthy of you.” Tears did prick her eyes and Emmrich stood wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
“Remy, my darling. How dare you ever think yourself unworthy of me. Sometimes, I fear that it is I that is not enough for you.”
Remy gently slapped his back in protest. “Hush with that nonsense! You’re more than enough for me!” She held him tightly and pressed her cheek to his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He pulled away and leaned over grasping her jaw between his thumb and pointer finger. He tipped her face towards him and looked at her with such serious sincerity that she held her breath waiting for what he was going to say.
“And you are brilliant, wickedly smart, clever, witty. Never have I ever thought of you as stupid for not knowing the obscure vernacular I tend to use.” He kissed her face with each word he used to describe her until she was a smiling, blushing mess.
“Alright, alright, I get it. Thank you, my heart.” Remy stood on her tiptoes and kissed him deeply, thankful for his understanding and reassurance.
“I do have one question though. I recall most of these words, but I do not remember using perspicacious at all. When did I say that?” His hands stroked idly up and down her sides as he pondered the word. Remy giggled and buried her face in his neck.
“It was a while ago. You said I was perspicacious after you and a few of the others got drunk off Isabela’s hooch.”
“Goodness, that was the worst hangover I have ever had. No wonder I don’t remember using the word, I don’t remember anything from that night.” He shook his head and grimaced at his assumed lack of propriety that night. He'd been kind and sweet while drunk, but he'd probably be horrified if he remembered he confessed that he had salacious thoughts about her. She decided it was probably best to keep that bit to herself.
“You were a perfect gentleman, as always, Professor.” She placed a soft kiss on his neck and nuzzled into him once more. One of his hands drifted down and grabbed a handful of Remy’s ass and he smiles that wicked, filthy smile once more.
“Well, darling, how about I show you exactly how ungentlemanly I can be?”