The next day, Mahnoor and Daemond sat at the very back of the lecture hall, as they had done many times before. The professor's voice droned on in the background, a steady hum that echoed through the room. Mahnoor was focused on the lecture, or at least she tried to be. But sitting next to Daemond, she could feel the tension between them simmering beneath the surface.
Without a word, Daemond's hand casually rested on her thigh, his touch seemingly innocent at first. He was always testing her, always seeing how far he could push her limits without breaking the fragile control they both tried to maintain. As the professor continued talking, Daemond's fingers began to move, slowly tracing a path higher up between her legs.
Mahnoor's heartbeat quickened, but she kept her focus on the lecturer, determined not to let him break her composure. His fingers pressed gently but insistently, and Mahnoor could feel her pulse quicken. Still, she remained steady, her face a mask of concentration as she absorbed the lecture.
But Daemond wasn't done testing her.
With a subtle movement, he pulled her a little closer, shifting her body until she leaned slightly on the desk. His hand slipped under the desk, moving with deliberate slowness as he slid his fingers under her shirt. He moved higher, reaching for her breasts. His touch was firm but controlled, his fingers brushing against her skin with practiced ease. All the while, his eyes remained fixed forward, locked on the whiteboard as if nothing unusual was happening.
Mahnoor's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to his touch, but she didn't dare make a sound. The lecture continued around them, oblivious to the silent game being played at the back of the room. She glanced at Daemond, but he was looking forward, his expression unreadable, betraying nothing of what was happening beneath the desk.
His hand moved higher still, caressing her breast with a slow, deliberate motion that sent waves of heat coursing through her body. Mahnoor's mind struggled to focus on the words being spoken at the front of the room, but her body was completely attuned to Daemond's every movement. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she remained composed, refusing to give in fully to the distraction.
Daemond's hand lingered a moment longer before withdrawing just as discreetly as it had arrived. He adjusted in his seat, his face still focused on the lecture, as though he hadn't just taken her to the edge of distraction.
Mahnoor took a slow, steady breath, regaining her composure as best she could. She glanced at Daemond again, catching his eye briefly. A small, knowing smile played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge he had just set—and the control she had managed to keep.
"Still focused?" Daemond whispered, his voice low and teasing.
Mahnoor smirked, her eyes narrowing playfully as she leaned back in her chair. "Barely," she whispered back, her voice a mix of amusement and breathlessness.
Their game continued, the boundaries between temptation and control growing thinner with every passing moment. In the quiet of the lecture hall, surrounded by oblivious classmates, the intensity between them simmered just beneath the surface—waiting for the next moment when one of them would break.