Spycraft Academy by B. Miles (little readers .txt) 📕

he supposed, Drina as well, he didn't want to be disloyal to them...or just Mattie...he really didn't know what their arrangement was. Eventually, when they weren't eyeballs-deep in schoolwork and shady teachers stealing things from the headmaster, they would all have to sit down and have a nice, long chat.

"It's, well, it's not 'on my mind,' a-a-nd you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I noticed that...and now I'm thinking about it and it's...it's really none of my business...s-so never mind."

"Well Rosin, you're blushing like mad and you seem nervous, so now I have to know what it is."

"No, really, you'll either think I'm stupid or rude. And I don't want you to think either, so no."

She was so tense. He wasn't the sort to get angry or think less of people unless they antagonized him, and she certainly wasn't doing that. Maybe if he made himself sound ridiculous, she'd be more willing to open up. Or maybe he just needed to show her that he wasn't as high-strung as she assumed.

Sam shrugged and turned back to his work. "Alright, but you wouldn't sound stupid, just to let you know. It's clear to anyone that you're incredibly smart, so anything you think is stupid may just be ignorance. And, you know, you can't cure ignorance without learning what it is you need to know."

She went dead quiet. Sam didn't look directly at her again, instead choosing to continue brewing his potion. He could feel her staring at him, though.

"Are you courting Mattie, or...?"

His eyebrows shot up and when he glanced her, she ducked her head again, that guilty look plastered on her face once more.

Sam grinned and her shoulders relaxed minutely.

"What do you think?" He teased.

"I'm not sure," she said in an honest, open tone, like what they were talking about was observable and objective. "It seems like it sometimes, the way you look at her, the way she looks at you. But then...you and Drina seem...familiar, I suppose. Romantically."

Sam had to hide his smile. He really didn't think any of them were obvious. True, he stole glances at both of them when they weren't looking, but he didn't know they were doing the same. It made him feel good, like he was worth looking at. He'd never felt like that before and it was quite...well, it felt nice.

"And the two of them, well..." Rosin nodded subtly over Sam's shoulder and he looked.

The girls had their heads bent together, talking so quietly he couldn't hear them even when he strained to do so. Drina's smirking lips were moving, one of her hands twisting playfully in Mattie's red hair. Mattie was biting her lip to keep from smiling, her fingers skirting down Drina's arm as she whispered something back.

He realized belatedly that Mattie was blocking their conversation.

When they realized he was looking at them, they shared wicked smiles and batted their eyelashes at him. What were they up to?

"Uh yeah...they're uh...close. We're all close. Very affectionate, you see."

Rosin looked from the girls to him, then nodded very seriously. "Yeah, I get that. I hope you don't mind that I'm not, ah, as affectionate as you guys are. It's not that I don't enjoy a nice hug or anything, I just...well...I suppose I forget to do it?"

"Ah, that's a shame. If you'd like to get better at it, I can help you practice." Sam teased her again, and that time she laughed.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that one day, you'll just have to remind me at the appropriate intervals."

Sam smiled back, encouraging her with silent reciprocation. His smile tightened as Rosin continued to talk happily, his focus only halfway on her while the other half was focused on the thing suddenly brushing against his leg. He stiffened while he smiled and nodded at Rosin, who was onto the topic of plays.

It wasn't a thing caressing his skin, really. More like a hint of weighty air. Warmer than the air around him, curling and rolling on his skin, slowly creeping ever northward. Like somebody was passing a hand nanometers against him. Then the air got heavier, almost buzzing. It twisted against his thigh, sighing along his skin. Gooseflesh raised all along his body.

A second pinprick of air hummed at the nape of his neck and he clenched his teeth. It was too familiar to be mistaken for anything else but Mattie and her newfound brand of torture.

The buzz rolled into his hair and he pressed his hips tightly to the table to hide the reaction he was having as the first, heavier touch crept under his smallclothes, tickling him at the very tip of his growing excitement. He closed his eyes for a moment to gather his concentration and the air thinned underneath his clothes like somebody was blowing a sharp breath against him.

"What's the matter, Sam?" Mattie's voice was a dark whisper in his ear. "You look unfocused. Are you feeling well?"

He smiled apologetically at Rosin and excused himself before turning his head stiffly to look at the two demons next to him. Neither of the girls was looking at him or each other. Instead, they seemed to be in deep concentration on their respective tasks.

"I was thinking about something this morning," Mattie's voice purred into his ear and he watched her lips. They were moving, but barely.

"I was thinking about when we were together. Do you remember? You were so deep inside of me, and you made me finish so many times. You did so much work, I was thinking about all of the ways I could make it up to you."

He swallowed thickly when the vibrating heat encased his length, just enough to make him subtly press into it for more. If they were trying to get him to sneak into the bathroom during break, they were doing a good job. The question was how bad the consequences would be for being late.

Truthfully, he didn't quite care at the moment

"Maybe I can ride you? I