Professor Edmund Percekay: Master Locksmith

4 X 100 word drabble. Professor Percekay helps the new librarian with a sticky situation

Silently skulking down the hallway, looking for errant students out past curfew, Edmund came upon Miss Muliebrile grumbling under her breath.

“Stupid lock, why are you fighting me,” she groused, repeatedly trying to shove a key into a stubborn lock.

“Is there a problem, Miss Muliebrile?” It did not escape the professor’s eagle-eyed attention that the Academy’s new librarian was quite a comely woman.

Nor did it escape his observant eye she was growing more impatient and erinaceous as the school year went on, becoming so obviously sexually frustrated that she could have easily snapped a ruler between her legs.

***

Huffing with impatience, she said, “I don’t know why the lock is being so stubborn. I just want it to go in.”

Edmund smirked briefly to himself before schooling his features. “May I?” he asked as he plucked the key from her hand, brushing his fingers briefly against hers.

Standing close behind her, his warm breath grazed her ear as he explained, “Some locks have been unused for so long they need to be gently coaxed.”

Pulling a small vial containing oil from a pocket in his robes, he noted, “Sometimes a bit of lubrication is needed to ease entry.”

***

He slowly rubbed the oil along the shank and bit in a suggestive manner with his long, nimble fingers.

Hearing how her breath was becoming belabored, he dabbed more of the unctuous fluid on his finger. Pressing against her back as he leaned forward, he stroked the keyhole entrance sensuously adding, “And a bit might be needed for a keyhole that hasn’t been used in a long time.”

He placed the key in her hand, keeping his hand atop of hers and helped her slip the key into the keyhole.

The lock sighed softly as it yielded to his touch.

***

He heard her stifle a shuddering sigh of her own.

Turning her head to see his face so close to hers, she whispered thickly, “Thank you.”

Edmund stood up and stepped away from her, watching her trying to regain her composure with great difficulty.

“Professor?”

“Yes?” he said as he was about to walk away.

Licking her lips nervously, she flitted her eyes up to gaze at him. “I have one particularly difficult lock that I haven’t been able to open for quite some time.”

Edmund quirked a brow.

“Could you come to my quarters, help me unlock it tonight?”