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]

"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."