"Yea, I know." He said. He was studying, or rather, trying to study. He was hard as a rock, and the ache and thoughts of breeding Kimia were both strong distractions.
She glanced back at him, her keen hearing not only catching what he said but the snap of his pencil as well. "Naughty boy." She muttered as she moved to her work station.
He would find himself looking over at her as she sat at her station, stamping arcanaeum cards for students as they borrowed her books and organizing everything scattered about her station. He didn't realize until now that she was wearing very tight pants today; they hugged her full hips and juicy thighs way too nicely.
She looked back when she heard probably the 30th snap of wood in fifteen minutes and saw the pile on his table. She shook her head gently, smirking coyly.