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Valerie is drowsy when she wakes, being held safe and secure in Sean's arms, not quite awake enough to think coherently about it and simply happy to be held. 

But she wakes up far more when she feels her mouth being pulled down onto his cock. Being used the way he wants her to be used. Giving him what he deserves. She gleefully and gratefully sucks on his cock, slowly ramping up the pleasure the way she normally does, sucking and licking and giving him the pleasure he desires. Pleasure that's his by right. She's his. She presses her legs together a little and sucks even more enthusiastically, happy to show him just how much she loves this morning routine. Being shown just how much stronger than he is than her feels so good. So right. 

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He lets her take her time, and pets her hair, and doesn't have to think about anything difficult or complicated or upsetting at all; and when he eventually finishes he sighs happily and collects her back into his arms for snuggles. It's so good that he has her. This is the best way to wake up.

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Valerie enjoys drinking down his cum, enjoying being used like this by someone so strong, so powerful, so in control. And then she rests in his arms, safe and content and happy and full of strange feelings that she doesn't understand. But they feel so wonderful and good. And she rests there, happy to be held again. Some part of her that missed this yesterday idly wonders if she should ask him about that, if she can be allowed (fuck it feels so good to be controlled) to ask him what he's doing, if he wants to see her anything. And she wants to ask if she can watch him control someone else. But later. When he's done holding her, because right now she's going to enjoy that. 

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...oh, huh, there's an idea, he could put the same permanent read on Valerie that he has on Dani now. Although he should maybe make the third thing slightly different from 'wants his attention'. He is concerned that if he starts getting notified every single time Valerie wants his attention it might drive him a little crazy. Maybe just conscious/scared for now.

He closes his eyes and puts it in place, and then kisses her forehead and pets her some more. Mmm.

All right, all right, he was going to not spend the literal entire day in bed, wasn't he? He gets up, collects his clothes, puts them on, and checks his phone on the way out the door, dropping the in-depth read on Valerie at the same time.

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He has a text from Zoe, reminding him of where and when to meet to finish up their work, and a text from Karen, confirming their tutoring session later, telling him what study room she's managed to book in the library.

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Okay. Great. Okay. He sends appropriate confirmation texts and—he really wants to go back and faceplant onto Valerie and not get out of bed again for the rest of the day and he really can't do that—right, yep, going for a drive. Going for a drive is the thing that is happening.

By the time he shows up to the meeting with Zoe he is at least capable of feigning a chill casual attitude.

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Zoe doesn't particularly care too much about his attitude, as long as he's there to do this thing with her, and actually does it. Which he is. And will probably do. Honestly she'd rather go back to the project she was in the middle working on but they set this time and she just wants to get it over with. She chews bubblegum and they work on finishing up the remaining write-up, in the boxes helpfully provided -- telling them what math to do and where to write whatever conclusions they came to based on the results of doing math to their observations. They'd already done quite a bit of it in class -- there isn't too much more to do.

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Good. At least there's one thing in the world that's still simple.

...he idly contemplates trying to get her in his car, but honestly, unless there's a super obvious opportunity for him to offer her a ride somewhere, he doesn't feel up to navigating the complexity of making an appropriately innocuous suggestion. He's a little annoyed with himself for that—if he was in better emotional shape he'd be all over it—but whatever, he doesn't care enough about Zoe to feel particularly urgent about capturing her.

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Zoe really wants to get back to the arts building anyways, and get back to work on her project. And she has no way to know anything about what he's thinking.

They finish up the work together which really didn't take so long, thankfully. Zoe thanks him, helps clear off the table, tells him she'll see him in class later. She pulls out her phone to talk to her friends a little more on her way back to the arts building to get back to her clay.

Sean's got a little less than an hour before his tutoring session with Karen.

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He is going to spend most of that hour driving. And then show up ten minutes early.

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Karen has already gotten there early and has been waiting for a few minutes before he shows up. There's no one in the room before them this time, probably because it's the weekend. She's reasonably sure the school won't mind if she goes in a little early, but she also doesn't really want to break the rules, and in any case he isn't here yet and she has a chance to recall everything they've done already. She barely remembered to grab one of her own fidget toys from her room before she came, this time, though she's not entirely sure how much it'll help, but she's willing to run the experiment and find out. And she's a little bit regretting not going over all of this earlier in the day, or even yesterday, but she might have gotten a bit distracted with her own math work. This is honestly the first time in her life that the math homework she's been given has actually been a challenge, and she's been chewing on trying to figure out how to prove this one thing in the back of her mind all day. At the very least, no one else in her study group has figured it out yet either, but that's hardly any consolation. Regardless, she's going to stand maybe a little awkwardly outside the door, remembering what they went over last time and playing with her own fidget toy, doing her best to put that problem out of her mind.

She smiles at him when he shows up, waving to make sure he sees her. "Hey there," she says as he approaches. "So you have a quiz on Monday? What do you need to know?"

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"Things! I have notes that make no sense to me but maybe you'll have better luck."

And indeed, although he didn't succeed in understanding anything that was going on, he did succeed in writing down enough for Karen to recognize the topics involved.

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Yup, it's logarithms this time, with different bases, which tie into some basics of composing functions and other concepts. Probably confusing if you haven't seen it before, but easy enough to understand. Well, for her. She needs to be careful not to rely on her own intuition quite so much, her last session taught her that. Even if he did take to things rather quickly.

After reading the notes for a minute or so outside of a dark empty room, Karen feels a little bit silly, and goes to open the door, hand hovering just over the doorknob. "We're a little early, but we're probably fine to just go in, right?" She asks, not quite expecting the answer. She opens the door, and enters, turning on the lights.

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"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's fine."

He follows her in. For a moment he considers sitting down, but then he decides to pace instead.

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Him pacing is not a surprise, given last time, and while a bit distracting, she's pretty sure it helps him learn by now. And that reminds her that she brought this toy for a reason. "Here," she says, putting the little cube down on the table. "You might want to try this. Don't know if it'll work, but it's worth a shot." She pauses for a moment. "In any case, we might as well get started." And she starts drawing on the board, attempting to explain the concepts that the teacher was ostensibly reminding him of in his last class. She should also probably check and make sure he still understands the earlier things from Wednesday. But later.

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He pays attention, and seems to be picking things up well, but as the study session progresses he gets increasingly restless. The fidget cube gets fiddled with, tossed from hand to hand, and eventually abandoned on the table when he notices he's stressing the poor thing's structural integrity a little too hard. He paces and bounces and never sits down for longer than ten seconds at a time.

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He's clearly learning what she's teaching, or seems to be, even if he's moving around so very much. Either she's a really good tutor (still unlikely, even if she wants it to be true) or he has plenty of raw ability that just went utterly unutilized because of whatever was going on with his upbringing. And his useless teachers. She's still really annoyed at frustrated at the whole circumstance, but she's really glad she's able to help. But regardless, she can see the understanding in his eyes when he looks her way and he's asking reasonable questions and giving the right responses to her own. She should probably find some book problems for him in a little bit and make sure of that, though.

But also he's moving around a lot more than last time. And while it was distracting last time, it's far more so this time. Plus occasionally when she catches his eye he seems rather upset about something. She suppresses the urge to tell him to stop a couple of times, understanding that this is something he needs and wanting to the caring and nurturing environment he never got, and tries to ignore it. And she suppresses the urge to ask him what's wrong, several more times, because she doesn't want to pry, telling herself that he'll tell her if he wants to. But eventually it's too distracting to keep ignoring. Or at least ignoring and still being able to teach. And besides, if he's hurting, maybe it's something she can help with. And she does want to help him.

"Hey," she blurts out, mid explanation, and then bites her lip for a moment, regretting this, but she's already started saying it. She might as well finish. "Is everything alright? I really don't want to pry or anything like that!" She quickly adds. "You don't have to tell me anything, I'm just your tutor, but you seem upset about something. I just want to make sure. We can take a break, if you need to?"

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"I've... been having kind of a shitty weekend," he admits. "And—I dunno, it's kind of hard to explain, but I super don't want you to think you're prying? You're not just my tutor, you're—well, I was kinda hoping we could be friends. Or. I dunno. I probably shouldn't—I dunno."

Wow, that was a mess. A very poorly filtered mess.

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Karen really does want to help. She probably shouldn't spend too much time on this, and honestly she should probably not charge him from time they're being friends, which makes the math a little weird but it's probably fine. It isn't like she needs the money, it's just very very useful. And, well, yeah, she hadn't really exactly thought about it before, but friends is what they are, more or less. It's a bit more complicated in some ways because it feels like she should be fixing all of the things in his life that went wrong, but he's a good person who has treated her with nothing but respect, unlike most, and has asked her for help. And even though mostly she's just taught him math, they've had plenty of other good conversations. Also, wow does he look ragged, and is overwrought about something. She decides to press a little further.

She gives him a soft, caring look. "Maybe 'just' wasn't quite the right choice of words," she tells him. "I certainly think we're friends, or something like it! I wouldn't do this for anyone, even if the money is good." Hopefully that joke defuses things a little? She grins, to make sure he knows it was a joke. "I don't want to cut into your tutoring time though -- but if you want to try to explain, I can listen. We still have a couple of hours left, so if you want to take a break and talk about things for a bit, I'd be happy to listen and see if I can help." That is what friends are supposed to do, right? Especially in this sort of situation.

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"I..."

He hesitates—stops pacing, shifts his weight restlessly from side to side—

(He wants to talk to her but what the hell would he even say? And wanting to talk to her right now feels like wanting to bury his face in his slave and ignore the rest of the world, it feels like—wanting to escape. He really should not let himself escape.)

"...I think I wanna do the math first because if I start talking about my feelings I'm afraid I'm gonna spend the next three hours crying on your shoulder and then fail my quiz tomorrow. But. If you still wanna talk about it afterward. That—I'd, I think, I'd appreciate that a lot."

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Karen looks at him, worried, torn. She had planned to get something to eat after this tutoring session and go and get some work done, but most of her homework was done already, except for that one problem that no one seemed to be able to get. And three hours was a lot of time. And even though Sean was clearly very open and friendly and probably wouldn't find any of this weird, it still feels a little weird and fast to her. But he clearly needs something from someone, and it will probably bother her if she doesn't find out what, and it'll bother her if she doesn't help him, which he clearly needs. But she really wants to figure that problem out. And she probably will need to get food. And she doesn't want to disappoint him.

Karen stands there wavering with indecision for several seconds, becoming self-conscious of the worry on her face and the fact that she's taking so long to decide, worrying about how that's making him feel. He needs something, and she can help, and what she has left to do really isn't that important, and she'll probably stay up all night trying to figure it out anyways. And he's a new situation and she really wants things to go well for him here, it's not fair how much he's been neglected all his life. She had Plans and they were known and it's uncomfortable straying from like this but she swallows her uncomfortableness and makes the right choice.

"I'm not so sure if I have three hours," she tells him, though if he really does turn out to need that she'll be there for him, even if there were other things she was planning to do. "And we probably should grab something to eat first, or during? I'm starting to get a bit hungry." Skipping lunch was probably not the smartest of plans, even if it was annoying to come on campus for food. She really should figure out something to do about that. "But yeah, I'd be happy to listen if you need something to talk to." He looks all tense and half-broken and she wants to go over and give him a hug, but she's not sure if that's ok, and then the moment passes, so she settles for giving him a soft look. "Let's finish this up, if you want to do it first, and then I'll be happy to help if you still want to talk. Alright?"

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"Yeah, of course," he says. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."

And then a deep breath, and back into math mode. He seems a little more focused now; apparently even just the promise of being able to talk about it in the near future is enough to help a noticeable amount.

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That's probably a good thing, too, since it really was a bit distracting. Karen gives him a few more forlorn glances, thinking on what he might be having trouble with, but soon gets back into teaching mode, explaining the relevant concepts and enjoying the light in his eyes as he understands things. They finish off the rest of the material, and she finds some problems in the book from the relevant chapter to give to him to practice on, barely remembering to throw in a couple from the earlier chapters that are going to be on his quiz, just to make sure he retained everything, tells him to ask her if he needs help, and lets him work them through.

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Once again, he's very methodical about doing all the work. He seems to be better at it this time—gets through it faster, asks fewer questions. He does need a couple of details re-explained to him, but overall he seems... really surprisingly good at learning this stuff.

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It really is, to be honest. It continues to be rather infuriating, Karen would really like to give whoever was responsible for him a piece of her mind. She's glad she can be so helpful, though. Still -- she probably can't do this every weekend, for sure, and probably shouldn't commit to more than one of these a week. She should figure out some way to help him learn these things on his own at some point, if he's this adept at learning them he should be able to. Though she probably should do some reading on what's involved with teaching that sort of thing. And help him get caught up on the rest of what he's missing, also. And today probably isn't the best day to talk about it either, given that something seems to be going on with him. Maybe Wednesday, as long as he's feeling better. Hopefully that useless professor doesn't assign him yet another quiz next week like this one.

Eventually, when he's not asking for clarifications, her mind wanders back to her problem, trying to get things in the right shape in her mind. And then eventually, he's done, and she checks over his work. There's a couple of minor errors, which she points out, but nothing that implies he doesn't understand what he's doing -- clearly he's learned all of what she was just teaching, as well as everything else.

"Well, as long as you do this well tomorrow," she tells him, "I'm sure your quiz will go fine." She grins, happy to have helped. "You've got nothing to worry about."

She looks at her phone. "We have a little time left -- we can go over some other math stuff to help you catch up, or call it a little early, get some campus food, and then talk about what you want to talk about? As long as you still want to!" She finishes, quickly. Having an hour and a half to get used to the idea, she doesn't mind so much having to do this. She's still a little attached to the idea of heading back, but she wants to make sure Sean is ok -- as a friend/caretaker of some kind. She really wants him to flourish here, it isn't fair what happened before, and depending on what's going on, maybe she can at least be a friendly ear.

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