Flirting Session ((Salizar))

[Eleanor "Jamika" Treehorn]

November 9th – 4:00PM

Jamika hummed loudly as she waltz down the hallway, thankful that it was the end of classes and the beginning of the weekend, but it wasn’t over yet. She still had to do one little thing until she was completely free and that was to go and meet the sexy beast that was her counselor, Salizar Snighrig. Good god even his name was sexy. She bit the bottom her lip, almost unable to contain her excitement.

If she were forced to have had any other counselor, she would’ve been miserable. Something already bugged her about these being mandatory – required for her to do otherwise she’d get in trouble. But instead of thinking about it as a required and scheduled meeting, she liked to pretend that she was going to meet and hang out with Salizar out of her own freewill. In the past she had done so, coming more than once a week to talk with him. Or to flirt with him. Or… do other little things that some wouldn’t count as an average meeting with a counselor. Unfortunately, they hadn’t done any of those questionable little things in quite some time, only having done one particular and scandalous act once, which upset her. Salizar wouldn’t even flirt back at times, seeming to be too preoccupied with other work nowadays. But he must’ve known more than anyone – Jamika included – that once you’ve gone passed the student-teacher, patient-counselor relationship it was close to impossible to go back, right? He wasn’t expecting Jamika to treat him like he was higher or her or something just because he was still an ‘authority figure.’ Not that Jamika ever paid attention to those types of boundaries in the first place. If someone who happened to be a teacher also just happened to be hot as hell, she wouldn’t hold back at all. She didn’t with Salizar and she would say it was worth it. By god it was worth it.

She continued to hum and skip till she made it to his office. She knocked on the office door that had been left ajar and poked her head through. “Salzy, I’m home,” she almost sang, pushing the door away to lean against doorframe and crossing her arms, and devilish smirk grew on her lips. “Did ya’ miss me, doc?”

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Notes: I'll find a template and outfit later =u= *lazy to stuff like that*

[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]So much work to do. Even though the school now had three doctors, he was still always busy. It seemed like he still had a lot of different students that he had to take care of. There seemed to be a lot of students with sex addiction, but then again it was something that was probably vastly over-diagnosed. Many parents who found out that their teens were having sex immidiately wanted to label them as sex addicts just because they didn't want to deal with the fact that their little babies were growing up and were acting like adults. Of course, there were the genuine cases, such as Carter Collin. Collin really did have a bit of a problem in that he very rarely thought of anything else and that he barely remembered all the girls he had slept with. He scribbled some more notes on the information sheet in front of him, he'd just gotten out of a session with Mr. Collin and had to write down the findings. He was still writing when he heard the knocking on his office door. He didn't bother looking up right away, instead raising his free hand to gesture for her to enter. "Hello, Jamika," he stated easily. "You know how I feel about that little nickname of yours... makes me sound like a salsbury steak," he stated with a faint smile as he finally looked up once he was finished writing. He gestured towards a seat in his office and watched her. "Well, I don't know about that Jamika, but it is always a pleasure to talk to you," he stated simply. He rose from his seat once more and moved out around his desk to lean against it a short ways away from her. "How has your week been?" he asked interestedly, crossing his arms over his own chest as he watched her. Jamika was... quite the interesting case. Though there were sometimes, now, when he regretted the relationship he had previously shared with her. With his relationship with Alaric and Benton developing so very nicely. He crossed his legs at the ankles as he leaned against his desk still. ""Have you done anything interesting? Make any new friends?" Hopefully not the very close kind of friends. After all, they were supposed to prohibit such behaviors at the school, even though she wasn't one of his students for sex addiction, it was still very much frowned upon for physical relationships at the school between students.

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