Page 7 of My Professor is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Charlotte

O ne month later, I sat cross-legged on the floor of Oscar's apartment, surrounded by ancient texts and my own research notes. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the magical diagrams I'd sketched—far more precise now that I understood the principles behind them.

"Your energy control is improving," Oscar observed from his desk, where he was translating a boundary guardian text we'd discovered in Rose's collection. The formal professor persona had softened over the past weeks, though his academic precision remained intact.

"Having an actual understanding of what I am helps," I replied, tucking an escaped curl behind my ear.

His lips curved into that small smile I'd come to treasure. "Terminology matters."

"Says the being who's spent the past month redefining his own classification," I teased, rising to stretch my cramped muscles.

That earned a full laugh—a sound that had become more frequent as he adjusted to life without Hell's contract.

Oscar had changed in subtle but significant ways since that night. His energy signature had stabilized into something neither fully demonic nor human, but uniquely his own. The power he commanded remained impressive, but it flowed differently now—balanced rather than chaotic.

"'Former demon with reconfigured essence' lacks academic precision," he admitted, setting aside his translation.

I moved to stand behind him, resting my hands on his shoulders. He leaned back into my touch with an ease that still surprised me sometimes—this powerful being who had existed for centuries, finding comfort in simple contact.

"The department might need to update your faculty profile," I suggested. "'Dr. Oscar Katz, expertise in interdimensional boundaries and demonic reformation.'"

"I believe that would violate several supernatural confidentiality protocols," he replied dryly, though his energy hummed pleasantly against mine.

I slid my hands from his shoulders down his chest. After a month together, our connection had only grown stronger, more intuitive. "Speaking of violations," I murmured against his ear, "we've been researching for hours. I think we deserve a break."

He caught my hands, bringing them to his lips. "Your definition of 'break' has proven remarkably consistent over the past month," he observed, though the heat in his eyes belied his tone.

"Are you complaining, Professor?" I asked innocently, moving to perch on the edge of his desk.

"Merely making an observation." His hands settled on my waist, drawing me closer. "Your academic dedication extends to all areas of study."

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Some subjects are more engaging than others."

The kiss started slow but quickly deepened into something more urgent.

Oscar lifted me effortlessly, setting me fully on his desk and stepping between my legs. Ancient texts and research notes scattered to the floor, forgotten as his mouth traced the sensitive path from my jawline to my collarbone.

"What about your precious organization?" I teased breathlessly, my fingers threading through his perfect hair.

"Some chaos," he murmured against my skin, "is worth embracing."

My laugh turned to a gasp as clothing fell away beneath practiced hands, each of us having learned exactly how to unravel the other's control.

"Beautiful," I whisper. "I'll never get tired of seeing you like this."

His eyes darkened to endless depth. "Nor I you," he replied.

When he entered me, there on his desk amid scattered research, our energies erupted into perfect resonance.

Oscar moved with deliberate control that drove me to the edge of madness, each thrust precisely calculated for maximum pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Charlotte," he groaned, his voice resonating with power that vibrated through my very bones. "You undo me completely."

"Good," I gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as tension coiled tighter within me. "About time someone did."

His laugh—rough with desire but genuine—was cut short as I deliberately tightened around him, using my newfound control over my guardian energies to create patterns of sensation that made his eyes flare with otherworldly light.

"Two can play at that game," he warned, his hand sliding between us to touch me exactly where I needed him most. Power surged through his fingers directly into my core, pushing me over the edge with breathtaking speed.

My climax triggered his, our energies exploding into a supernova of violet-gold light that momentarily illuminated the entire apartment. The force of our combined release sent a pulse through the ley line network, a harmonic wave that spread outward in expanding circles of balanced energy.

Afterward, he held me against his chest, both of us breathing hard, our skin still glowing with the aftermath of our connection. I traced lazy patterns across his shoulder, watching as my touch left trails of light in its wake.

"I've created a monster," Oscar observed, though his satisfied smile suggested he had no complaints.

"You've created a boundary guardian," I corrected, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Though I admit, my training methods are somewhat unorthodox."

"Highly effective, however." He lifted me easily, carrying me the short distance to the couch where he settled with me in his lap. "Your control over your energy signature has improved remarkably."

"I have an excellent teacher." I nestled against him, enjoying the way our energies continued to harmonize in gentle aftershocks. "Though I'm not sure the faculty committee would approve of your instructional techniques."

He chuckled, fingers combing through my tousled curls. "Hence our need to maintain certain professional boundaries."

The past month had brought significant changes to Midnight Creek beyond our personal transformations. With the artificial corruption removed, the ley lines had returned to their natural harmonious flow. Supernatural tensions had eased throughout the town, not repaired entirely, but certainly better.

Hell had maintained a conspicuous absence since our confrontation, though Oscar remained certain they were simply recalculating their approach. The boundary entities that had engineered our "test" had also remained silent, though occasionally I sensed their attention through the ley lines—watchful but approving.

"The semester starts again next week," I reminded him, reluctantly extracting myself from his embrace to retrieve my scattered clothing. "Are you ready to return to academic life?"

Oscar had been granted a sabbatical following the "unexplained energy disturbance" that had damaged part of campus—the college's official explanation for our supernatural confrontation. He'd spent the time helping me understand my guardian abilities while exploring his own transformed nature.

"The faculty committee has approved my revised curriculum," he said, watching with appreciation as I dressed. "Though I believe Dean Winters remains suspicious about my background."

"She should be," I pointed out. "Your actual experience significantly exceeds the timeline on your CV."

"A technicality," he murmured, pulling me back into his arms once I'd buttoned my shirt. "More concerning is our continued academic relationship."

Ah. That particular complication. Despite everything we'd been through—interdimensional confrontations, magical awakenings, and the undeniable bond between us—the fact remained that on paper, he was still a professor and I was still his student.

"Dean Winters offered me an independent study position," I reminded him. "I could officially transfer to her supervision for academic purposes."

"A sensible solution," he agreed, though his tone suggested it wasn't the most pressing issue on his mind.

His hands found my waist, drawing me closer until I stood between his knees. The energy connection between us hummed stronger with proximity, our signatures harmonizing in that unique way that still fascinated both of us.

"Charlotte," he began, uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice. "These past weeks have been... unprecedented."

"Good unprecedented or bad unprecedented?" I asked, trying to lighten his sudden seriousness.

His expression softened. "Definitively good. In ways I couldn't have imagined when I accepted this assignment, when I was still bound by Hell's contract and pretending to be nothing more than an academic."

"You're still an academic," I pointed out. "Just with some interesting extracurricular activities."

That earned another smile. "Indeed. But the point remains—everything has changed. My nature, your abilities, our understanding of the balance between realms."

I nodded, sensing he was working toward something important. "Change seems to be the only constant lately."

"Yet some constants remain valuable," he continued, his hands tightening slightly at my waist. "Our connection being foremost among them."

My heart quickened at the intensity in his eyes. "I've grown rather attached to it myself," I admitted.

"I've existed for centuries," Oscar said quietly. "Observed countless human lives, supernatural bonds, connections between beings of all realms. Yet I've never experienced anything like what exists between us."

"Is that your scholarly way of saying you like me?" I teased, though my voice wasn't quite steady.

"It's my scholarly way," he replied, drawing me even closer, "of saying I love you, Charlotte Evers. Boundary guardian, magical anomaly, woman who somehow cracked open a demon's long-dormant heart."

The declaration—so formal, so perfectly Oscar—filled me with joy that radiated through our connected energies. "I love you too," I said simply.

When he kissed me, our energies did what they always did—merged into something greater than the sum of their parts, boundary guardian and unbound demon creating perfect balance.