Post by jazzyjess on Apr 21, 2010 12:10:20 GMT 10
Title: To Sir, With Love (Part II)
Rating: G
Word Count: 366
Summary: Lindhall is a distracted professor.
Additional Notes: Err. This has lost all semblance of a plot and become PWP without my permission. Sorry!
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Kel goes to see her professor for clarification twice the next week and once again the week after. Each time, the man clears up her problems with a faint frown – he was sure he’d explained that one clearly during the lecture – and when he checks his student records, he discovers that despite her uncertainties, she pulls almost straight-A grades. He wonders if that is due to his help or simply due to her natural diligence.
He is more inclined to believe in the latter option, as he has taken to searching her out in his lecture halls, only to find that she is hunched over her notebook, scribbling away everything he says. What Reed can’t know is that she tries to capture the tone of his voice as she writes down his words, and that in the margins, covered by her hands or wrists or arms or whatever else is convenient, are little hearts.
The fifth time Kel goes to see him, she taps once on the door before pushing it open slowly. She doesn’t feel like she is intruding – these are his morning office hours, for one, and for another, the door isn’t shut firmly – until she sees him behind his desk, long fingers wound tightly into his hair and spectacles perched on the end of his nose as he sits with his eyes closed. Her professor looks exhausted, and as Kel takes in his rumpled tie, clothes that look as if they’ve been slept in, and the end of a blanket peeking out from the lowest drawer of his filing cabinet, she feels a wave of sympathy.
“Sir?” she asks gently, and when he doesn’t move, she ventures closer. “Sir?” Another step, and she is propping her hands on his desk, leaning forward so that her breath tickles his hair. “Sir?”
With a start, Reed drops his hands, opening his dark eyes and fixing them on Kel’s hazel ones. Their faces are only inches apart, he realises, and he is caught so off guard that all he does is stare at her. She is staring back, and there is a little smile on her face as she says, “Professor, you look a little tense.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 366
Summary: Lindhall is a distracted professor.
Additional Notes: Err. This has lost all semblance of a plot and become PWP without my permission. Sorry!
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Kel goes to see her professor for clarification twice the next week and once again the week after. Each time, the man clears up her problems with a faint frown – he was sure he’d explained that one clearly during the lecture – and when he checks his student records, he discovers that despite her uncertainties, she pulls almost straight-A grades. He wonders if that is due to his help or simply due to her natural diligence.
He is more inclined to believe in the latter option, as he has taken to searching her out in his lecture halls, only to find that she is hunched over her notebook, scribbling away everything he says. What Reed can’t know is that she tries to capture the tone of his voice as she writes down his words, and that in the margins, covered by her hands or wrists or arms or whatever else is convenient, are little hearts.
The fifth time Kel goes to see him, she taps once on the door before pushing it open slowly. She doesn’t feel like she is intruding – these are his morning office hours, for one, and for another, the door isn’t shut firmly – until she sees him behind his desk, long fingers wound tightly into his hair and spectacles perched on the end of his nose as he sits with his eyes closed. Her professor looks exhausted, and as Kel takes in his rumpled tie, clothes that look as if they’ve been slept in, and the end of a blanket peeking out from the lowest drawer of his filing cabinet, she feels a wave of sympathy.
“Sir?” she asks gently, and when he doesn’t move, she ventures closer. “Sir?” Another step, and she is propping her hands on his desk, leaning forward so that her breath tickles his hair. “Sir?”
With a start, Reed drops his hands, opening his dark eyes and fixing them on Kel’s hazel ones. Their faces are only inches apart, he realises, and he is caught so off guard that all he does is stare at her. She is staring back, and there is a little smile on her face as she says, “Professor, you look a little tense.”