Room 209

A/N: This is my first go at one of these, so rates and reviews would be much appreciated. Enjoy!

“For tomorrow write a brief, two-page essay on the role of Mephistopheles in Marlowe’s Tragical History of Doctor Faustus. Class dismissed.”

Several students of Northshire University scrambled out of room 209 and scurried to their next class. One of whom was Serena Matsumoto. With four books in her arms she flung herself through the doorway but not before another student glided past her. Her shoulder brushed against his chest as they both slid through the door simultaneously. She looked into his familiar eyes. He was about six feet tall to her lowly 5’4” and had a shock of black hair that brushed over his hazel eyes. His strong jaw was firmly clenched as he ran a hand through his hair. His name was Damien, and he had always sat a few seats behind her in class. She felt her heart clench until she finally looked away and rushed to her history class.

Serena continued down the hall but turned and looked back. Damien was staring at her and gave her a slow grin, making her heartbeat quicken and then sauntered down the stairs. Serena felt a shiver slither down her spine as she opened the door to her next class. She took a seat by the window and opened The History of Western of Civilization. She reached into her canvas bag and frowned when her fingers grazed over a small piece of folded notebook paper. She took it out, unfolded it on her desk and read,

“Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?--
Sweet Serena, make me immortal with a kiss.--
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!--
Come, Serena, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Serena.

I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Serena for a kiss.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

Fair Serena, I have admired you from afar, and I can bear it no longer. Won’t you meet me 9:00 tonight in Room 209 so that I may get to know you better?

Yours,

Faust”

Serena was stunned. Who in the world would send her an anonymous love note? With lines from Doctor Faustus, no less. Obviously it was someone from her Language and the Arts class, but who?

Should I see this guy tonight? What if he’s some deranged lunatic? Obviously if he likes me, he is deranged. But what if he’s not? What if it's...him? Ugh, keep dreaming, Serena. Not in a million years...

“Miss Matsumoto!”

Serena jerked back to reality. Shit.

“Y-Yes?”

“I asked you a question,” said Dr. Fisher.

“Did you? Oh, I’m sorry. Could you repeat it, please?”

“I asked why the designers and architects of the French cathedrals never documented their names throughout the course of the construction.”

Thank God.

“Because the builders believed that the cathedrals were monuments dedicated to God and the Virgin Mary. Therefore, they did not think that it was right to take credit for their work.”

“Very good. You lucked out this time, Miss Matsumoto. Please pay attention next time, or I shall be resigned to throw you out of my class. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

That evening, Serena frantically paced her dorm room. Her roommate, Rachel, was searching through the closet for something that Serena could wear to the meeting.

“Oh my god, what if he kills me! What if he’s a psychopath?”

“What kind of psychopath would quote Christopher Marlowe?”

“I don’t know, a smart one? One who knows how to woo women?”

“Well he’s certainly done the job with you,” replied Rachel with a sly grin.

“Shut up. He has not.”

“Don’t lie, Serena. When was the last time you got all worked up like this over a guy?”

“What if this is just some cruel joke?”

“I doubt it, but if it is, I’ll personally hunt the bastard down and make sure that he’s never able to have children.”

Serena laughed. “Alright, fine. But…what should I do when I meet him? Should I kiss him? Hug him?”

“It’s up to you. It doesn’t take a neurosurgeon to know that he wants to kiss you, so if he’s good-looking, then why not? And it’s obvious that he’s clever, so that’s a plus.”

“I suppose…”

“How about this?” Rachel held up a violet, babydoll knit dress.

“Perfect.” Serena stripped off the clothes that she wore that day and put on her matching black lace bra and panties.

Rachel noticed. “Oooh, so you think you’ll be doing the deed tonight?” she remarked.

Serena shrugged. “Better to be prepared.”

Serena pulled on the top and paired it with silver flats. She applied a bit of liquid eyeliner and mascara, and dabbed on some lipgloss.

“You look gorgeous,” gushed Rachel. “Now go get ‘em!”

“I’m not going to ‘get’ anyone!”

“Says the girl wearing a lacy black bra with matching underwear,” Rachel smirked.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” said Serena as she walked out the door and down the residence hall.

Rachel poked her head out the door and shouted, “I won’t wait up!”

Serena smiled and shook her head. She took the elevator down to the main lobby and stepped through the sliding glass doors into the open air. She walked across campus and into the Humanities Department building. Her heart began to pound erratically.

Oh my god, what am I doing here? Okay, just calm down. It’ll be fine. Just breathe! Breathe, damnit!

She took the single flight of stairs to the second floor and slowly made her way through the dark hallway to room 209. She drew in a shaky breath and opened the door. The room was dark save for a dimly lit lamp on the professor’s desk near the door. A boy was sitting on the table and immediately got to his feet as soon as Serena walked into the room.

It’s him.

Serena took in another deep breath. “Uh, hi.” She felt like hitting herself. God, you sound so pathetic. Get a grip!

Damien sauntered towards her. “Hey.”

“So you um, slipped this in my bag after class, huh?”

He gave a crooked grin, “Yes, I did.”

“Do you always write anonymous notes to girls you want to meet?”

“No, just you, Serena.” He continued to keep eye contact with her as he took a step closer until they were only inches apart. Serena noticed that he was wearing cologne.

“So…,” she mumbled and took a step back. She bumped into the wall behind her. She was cornered.

Oh god.

“So,” Damien said huskily. He placed his hands on the wall next to either side of her head, pinning her. Serena stared at the buttons on his black dress shirt nervously. Her breathing became heavy, and she thought her heart would burst out of her chest. She looked up and nearly gasped when she met his eyes. They were so full of desire that she felt an ache develop between her thighs. Damien cupped her chin with the tips of his fingers and hesitated. The scent of him was intoxicating: cinnamon with a hint of musk. He leaned down, and Serena felt his sweet, hot breath wash over her face moments before his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.

Fuck it.

Serena softly kissed back and then with increased passion. She could feel Damien smile against her lips. Serena clenched Damien’s shirt in her fist and pulled him closer. Damien let out a soft groan and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist while the other continued to cup her chin. He lightly grazed her bottom lip with his tongue, and she parted her lips willingly, allowing his tongue full access to her mouth. Serena slid her hands up Damien’s chest and entangled her fingers into his fine, black hair. Damien’s mouth was smoldering, and Serena pushed his head closer to hers, pulling in his tongue deeper.

Damien couldn’t believe what he was doing. Never in a million years did he think that he would have Serena Matsumoto up against a classroom wall kissing him passionately. All those months gazing at her from the back of the classroom, wishing that he simply touch her every time she swished her hair or raised her hand to answer a question…his desire for her escaladed until he literally believed that he would go mad unless he could have her in his arms. And now that day has finally come, and he was going to make the most of it.

Damien’s left hand traveled down from her waist to mid-thigh and slowly slid back up, lifting up the hem of her dress as he did so. His other hand glided from her chin, down her neck, and finally rested on her breast, which he proceeded to gently massage. He was awarded with a low moan from Serena, who then slowly began to unbutton his shirt. She brushed her fingers across the muscled contours of his finely toned torso, sliding off his shirt while still relishing the taste of his soft tongue.

Damien trailed light kisses along her jaw line and down her neck, sucking hard when he reached her collarbone. Serena tossed her head back and let out a soft whimper. Damien lifted her dress up over her head and slipped it over her arms. He took a step back and admired her body.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. Serena smiled and kissed him fervently once more. Her hands found his belt buckle, loosened it, and unzipped his pants. She gently pushed him against the professor’s table and pulled down both his jeans and his boxers.

“Sit,” she said. Damien obeyed willingly. Serena kneeled down and grasped Damien’s swollen cock in her hand. He gasped and closed his eyes in delight. She rubbed her hand down the length of it slowly, and Damien clenched his hands around the edge of the table. Serena leaned her head down and took his member in her mouth. Damien groaned in pleasure. His breathing became erratic until he couldn’t take it anymore. He bent over and gathered her in his arms and sat her down where he had sat previously. Damien caressed her sides and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor. His lips found one of her breasts, and Serena moaned as Damien suckled it tenderly, then with more force. The ache between her legs grew stronger with every passing moment.

“Take me, Damien,” Serena whispered, panting. “Take me now. I want you inside me.”

Damien needed no more words of encouragement. He slipped Serena’s moist panties down to her ankles and flung them out of the way. He ripped open a square piece of foil and shook out the contents.

Serena raised an eyebrow. “You came prepared, I see.”

He smirked and nodded at her undergarments lying on the floor. “So did you, it seems.”

Serena blushed, and just the sight of her cheeks flushing pink made Damien grow even harder. Serena took the condom from his hand and rolled it on him. She pressed her soft breasts against his toned chest and wrapped one arm around his neck. She spread open her thighs, and with her other hand, she lightly touched the base of his penis and guided it to her wet folds. Damien grinned seductively. He pressed the head slightly against the entrance and paused.

Serena looked into his eyes, “Don’t tease…,” she begged, “Just fuck me.”

Those words set Damien off. He thrust into her with all his strength and cried out when he felt her moist heat envelope every inch of him. Serena let out a low moan from her throat. Damien continued to pound inside her, simultaneously rubbing his cock against her swollen clit. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for both of them. Serena dug her nails into Damien’s back and bit his shoulder, making Damien groan once more.

With every plunge Damien made into Serena’s wetness, both could feel the tremors of the climax growing stronger and stronger. She wrapped her legs around him and slid her smooth calves along the back of his muscled thighs. Finally, the delicious waves of an orgasm pulsated throughout her body, and Serena dug her nails into Damien’s back once more and threw her head back, uttering a loud cry. Damien quickened his pace, burying his face in Serena’s hair. Moments later, let out a low, guttural groan, thrusting into Serena one last time. They sank into each other, exhausted. Serena inhaled the sweet scent of Damien’s perspiration trickling down his neck and sighed. Damien straightened.

“Are you glad that you came?” he whispered, suddenly shy.

“Absolutely. You were incredible,” Serena said with a smile.

Damien kissed her tenderly and gave her a gentle squeeze. He looked at her devilishly. “Shall we have another go?”

The next morning in Language and Arts…

“Alright everyone, hand in your essays on Mephistopheles.”

Realization struck Serena like a thunderbolt. She turned to the student sitting directly behind her. “Shit, I forgot,” she whispered. Damien grinned his signature sly grin. He leaned over, his lips lightly grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine, “Yea, same here, but last night was totally worth it, don’t you think?”

Serena smiled and nodded.

“Want to work on the paper tonight? In my dorm?” Damien asked. "I'm sure Dr. Davidson will let us turn it in a day late."

Serena smirked. “Do you think we’ll get anything done, though?”

“I don’t know, but it’s worth a try, I guess,” Damien replied with a wink.

Dr. Davidson sat down on his desk…on the exact spot where Damien and Serena had their little escapade the night before. The pair of them snickered at their own little secret and eagerly anticipated the evening's events.

To be continued?