for Nikola - early July

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According to all the books she's read, a sprained ankle can hurt for approximately six to eight weeks. Mac's only had hers for two and she's already about to go insane and she doesn't think she can handle the pain and inconvenience of walking on sand with a bad ankle for much longer.

Today, she's eschewed going out and about for lazing about in her cottage with a bowl of fruit and a book on Henry Kissinger. She strongly suspects that she's read it before but she was always so busy with work back home that reading for pleasure was something she didn't really have time for and when she did, she almost never finished anything.

She hears the door swing open and assumes it's Nikola - anyone else who might visit her would have likely knocked. "Bedroom. Still nursing my war wound."

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[thedevamper]

Nikola smirked at the idea of educating her, he was very keen of 'educating' in and outside of the classroom and that could be rather fun with her.

"That does sound intriguing," Nikola replied, sliding his arms a little more around her before his hands wandered a little to cup her ass. "A little education never hurt anyone. And I, unlike that ass Edison, am a good teacher. Brilliant one might say."

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"What are you planning on teaching me?" Mac asks, mostly flirty and ever so slightly wary.

[thedevamper]

"Oh I don't know perhaps Bernoulli's equation on internal versus external flow problems? See if you can complete the modelling whilst I fuck you," Nikola suggested with a smirk. He did like the idea of combining his work and pleasure and the idea of fucking Mac against his lab table before taking her to bed did excite him a little.

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"I'm terrible at math," MacKenzie warns. "I don't think I'll do a good job of that at all, especially if you're fucking me during."

[thedevamper]

"Then I'd just make sure you have the right encouragement-" Nikola replied, smoothing both hands over Mac's ass before tugging her closer to him. "-to make sure you didn't make a mistake. And what do you mean if, of course I would be fucking you. That's of the best bits."

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Mac sighs. "Of course you would be. It wouldn't be a Nikola Tesla maths lesson otherwise. So, do you fuck all of your students or just me?"

[thedevamper]

"Of course not, or at least a lesson with the right reward and punishment requirement." Nikola replied, sliding his hand up to brush her hair back from her face. She was beautiful, he didn't tell her that enough. "Not all my students. Just the best ones."

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Mac scoffs a little at that. "Nikola, you're dear to me but I can't even do arithmetic, much less what you do. I'm probably not anywhere near the student Alcuin is."

[thedevamper]

"No, you both have your own strengths. I could quiz you on ethical representations in media if that is more to your liking," Nikola said, turning his head to press a kiss against her neck. His lips following the gentle slope and down to her throat. "And no one can do what I can do. I'm a genius remember."

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"I might be able to do that," Mac says, sighing a little at the feel of his mouth. "You could quiz me in Russian."