He gives her a gentle squeeze, smiling. He wants... to hold her and cuddle her and protect her and keep her safe and warm and happy and his.

For now, though, maybe all he wants is to go to sleep snuggling her.

Valerie feels good being held in his arms, and she can feel his breathing slow. He's going to be falling asleep soon. And Valerie, being held so wonderfully like this, has no problem following him into sleep as well. She's still a little (ok more than a little, fuck) turned on by what they've just done, but that's calming down being held like this. If he wants to fall asleep soon, Valerie will likely just do the same. Held close and feeling oddly good. 

When he wakes up in the morning, he spends a long moment just holding her, and then kisses her on the cheek and pulls her head down for his morning blowjob.

Valerie is a bit groggy and confused when she wakes up like this, being pulled onto his cock like this. But it's not an unfamiliar situation at this point, not at all. She quickly settles into a proper routine, sucking him, giving him the pleasure he so richly deserves, slowly but surely increasing, feeling horny herself from giving him such passion and delight. Fuck. She reaches between her legs to touch herself, gently, as she brings him harder and harder and closer and closer to cumming into her mouth. And maybe touching herself a little more, a little harder, if he allows her to. Because it's up to him to allow, fuck. 

He pets her hair and lets her work, and when he comes he sighs happily and tugs on her hair to pull her up into his arms again. He's still kind of sleepy, but he really wants to hold her while she gets herself off.

Valerie is more than happy to drink down his cum and be pulled back up into his arms, moved by him however he desires. He doesn't seem to want her to stop touching herself -- if anything he seems to be encouraging it, watching her, enjoying it when she moans or gasps or writhes with pleasure, and so she picks up the pace, pressing her finger into her clit, squeezing her legs together around her fingers, slowly fucking herself with a finger while touching herself, fuck. She touches herself harder and harder and faster and faster, knowing full well that he could stop her at any moment if he wanted to, that her pleasure could be cut off with a word or a hand and there'd be nothing she could do about it, and that just bring her closer, faster. Even sleepy like this, he's still so fucking in control and she's so very his. And she loves it. 

Valerie cums with a soft moan and a gasp, her body arching into him as he holds her, feeling warm and delighted and controlled and happy and good, and then curls up a little in his arms, letting him hold her so sweetly however he desires. 

Awwwww that's lovely. He grins and hugs her and kisses her on the cheek again. "Mmmm, g'morning."

"Good morning, sir," she purrs, pressing a little closer to him, elated and still just a little bit randy even after having cum for him. (For him, fuck. Definitely still just a little bit horny.)

He squeezes her and kisses her and sighs contentedly.

"I should probably get to class," he says, "but I'll see you later."

One more kiss, and then he's out.

Valerie kisses him back, needily, with just a little bit of hunger as she tastes him, and give a very small pout as he pulls away to get ready to go. 

She's not how she can still be horny after last night and this morning, but she is. It may be time to go seduce someone, for fun, and skip one of her annoyingly early morning classes, for once. Since Sean really doesn't ever seem to mind. Yes, that sounds like a delight. There's a couple of cute boys that she has the number of, maybe she'll track one down and use them and discard them. It will be such fun to watch one of them break, curling inwards as she leaves them. She's been getting so much sex from Sean that she hasn't enjoyed something like that in days. Maybe a week, even. Yes, that sounds like a great way to start the day. 

Not that he's one to talk, but man, she's got kind of fucked-up hobbies.

Whatever. Clothes, phone, car, class.

His first class for the day is Architecture. The professor lectures them about more concepts, explaining things in detail and such. At this point, Architecture class is probably relatively routine.

Yep.

And then it's Calculus, in which he maybe gets to find out how he did on that quiz!

He does get to find out, yes. It's an 82. The professor has marked what he got wrong everywhere, but with very little commentary or fanfare otherwise. 

The teacher doesn't go over the quiz in any real detail, but instead starts talking about how it's time to really get into the more interesting things, and starts talking about limits, the basic calculus concept. Which is what the rest of the class consists of. This does involve a lot of whiteboard chart drawings, so that might help Sean's understanding a little. But the professor still doesn't seem like he particularly cares whether or not he's explaining things properly, and as such some of the things may go by too fast or too technically, as per usual, especially when it touches on older concepts that Sean may not have a great handle on. 

He's getting better at taking the right kind of notes—getting down enough information that Karen will be able to explain it to him later even if he doesn't understand it now.

Also, he has a study session with Karen that very afternoon.

When he shows up to it, he's beaming, and the first thing he does is hug her enthusiastically. The second thing is show her the quiz.

Karen is a little taken aback by his delighted expression, and the hug that immediately follows it -- but after a moment's hesitation she hugs him back, happy to see just how much better he looks at the moment. And how delighted he seems to be with her. She hugs him back happily and take the quiz when he shows it to her. 

Her lip twitches for a moment when she sees the score -- it's one she would be very much ashamed of if she'd ever gotten it, and in math especially, of all things. And some part of her had held out a possibly foolish hope that she'd helped him blossom and grow into someone who could tackle everything with ease, like she can. But of course, that's not really a sensible sort of thing to have wanted. She might not be as good at tutoring him as she thought, but, well, she's clear good, or at least good enough. The look on his face and the way that he hugged her so excitedly should have said it all, and Karen mentally berates herself a little for thinking otherwise. She did help him. Without her help, he would have gotten a 60, or maybe even a 40, or something crazy like that. This is a huge improvement, and she should be proud of him, and well, herself. And thinking about it that way, she is. 

It takes her a moment, but the twitch of her lip reverses and spreads out into a wide grin as she processes this and looks up at him, happy and grinning brightly. "Well done!" she tells him. "Look at that, you did well!" And he did, because this is clearly good, for him. Very good. She smiles a little wider. She did this. "I bet we can," she starts, and bites her lip. Telling him they can bring it up even more is probably more of that misguided sort of thinking she was doing before. It's ok if he doesn't get a perfect score on math tests. His strengths lie in other areas. "I bet we can go over this and see if I can help on some of the stuff we got wrong, for the future," she tells him. "Let's see if we can keep this up!" 

"I still suck compared to you, don't I," he says, but he's still grinning. "But this is miles better than I'd be doing without you. Thank you so much." He hugs her again.

Karen blushes a little when he says that, glad that he's hugging her again (and happy to return the hug in kind) so he can't see how embarrassed she is from having thought what she thought. "I'm really glad to have helped," she says, with full sincerity. "You did a great job, and I bet you can keep it up, too!" She gives him a little pat on the back so he'll release the hug. "But we've got work to do to get there." She gives him a very pleased smile. "Let's go get started, shall we?" 

"Yeah!"

He is as attentive and hardworking as ever, going over all the mistakes he made on the quiz until he feels like he understands them well enough to have a good chance of not screwing up the same way again, then showing her his notes and soliciting explanations of the things he never learned that he's supposed to already know. He still paces and fidgets and bounces while he thinks.

Karen is plenty happy to explain the things he missed and explain the new content as well. 

When they get to the last hour, Karen pulls out a couple of sandwiches, one for her and one for him, and an apple and chips for her and a chocolate brownie for him. "I figured it would be easier if we ate in the room instead of heading to the cafeteria like last time," she explains. "I brought you some food in case you wanted it. Don't worry about the cost of it this time; I had some extra money on my meal plan that was going to expire at the end of the week anyways." And also she's getting paid an insane amount of money. "If you want to bring food next time, please feel free, but I think I'm going to be bringing dinner to this from now on." She passes him the food for him and gives him a small smile and continues teaching, taking bites of food in the middle when she's not talking.

It really is amazing how he takes to things, even if it isn't perfect, and how much of a better environment it seems to be for him. He might never be getting 100s on his tests, she admits to herself. But he's certainly going to do more than well enough to pass the class, at this rate, and have a good grounding with whatever he wants to do in the future -- especially since he seems to be enjoying the Architecture stuff more than Karen would have expected. Karen continues to be glad that she's helping provide him with what he needs to flourish and grow properly. And she's rather annoyed with his parents and past teachers -- and one of his present ones, for that matter. Seriously, why does the college have him teaching this stuff, he really shouldn't be doing so. 

Eventually, it's almost time for them to be done, and Karen does have somewhere she needs to be. She finishes up what they were in the middle of doing, and lets him know that that's probably a good spot to finish for the day. 

He cheerfully accepts the food, and nibbles on it while he learns.

At the end of the session he hugs her again, and then pays her for this session and the one before. He looks happy. A little tireder than when they started, but happy.

Karen's pretty glad he looks happy. She does have to hurry off to go work on something with some friends. But she's happy too. (And also wow this is an insane amount of money. It almost feels like she's charging him way too much. But he's clearly happy with the outcome and able to pay it, and Karen's pretty happy with the outcome as well.) She grins, hugs him back tightly, and smiles at him before waving and heading off for the evening. 

Okay, cool.

He checks his phone on the way back to Valerie's place, sees a notification that Dani's computer shipped, and texts her to let her know that happened in case it hasn't showed up yet.

Dani was not actually aware the computer had shipped. Apparently it had been sitting down at the front desk and they had been leaving it there for the next time she passed by to let her know. About 10 minutes after Sean sends off his text to her, she sends him one back, informing him that she has the laptop now, and is setting it up, making sure to thank him for it. She considers telepathying him about it, but honestly she doesn't particularly want to get into a longer conversation with him at the moment. She's going to be able to do research and collate it much more easily now. Maybe she'll finally be able to make some kind of reasonable progress on figuring anything out with an actual computer now. She really hopes so, anyways. Feeling this confused and disconnected for the past week has really started to wear on her, and so very little of who she used to be has come back to her. 

He sends back a cool, you're welcome and heads home to his Valerie, checking on her with telepathy along the way.