Ancient History | By : Naomi333 Category: +M through R > Professor Layton and the Curious Village Views: 2019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Professor Layton game series or any of the characters. This fanfiction is done purely for entertainment purposes and no profit is being made. Not suitable for minors, and may contain mild OOC. |
It had been a few weeks since Luke had left with his father Clark, but for Hershel Layton it felt like months since he was without his self- proclaimed apprentice. He had only kept the young boy in his company for a few years, but in that short time he had grown rather attatched to the little one. Luke was a very bright young man and very mature for his age. Granted, he did from time to time remind the professor his age, but he was always happy with him. On top of being very good company and a great assistant in solving some large mysteries he was one of the few people that he felt close to. Flora had missed him too. Being from a small villiage and rather shy by nature she didn’t leave the flat much and had few friends in the city. Luke was like a brother to her and she missed him dearly. Layton was grateful to her though, without her, coping with the loss of his little apprentice would have been much more difficult. One day after grading some papers and looking through some old documents he heard a knock at his office door. It wasn’t abnormal for him to get visitors, but today he was not expecting anyone to visit at all. He opened the door and much to his great surprise it was Emmy Altava. Hershel was stunned. He hadn’t seen the woman in years, and for her to just show up at his door was the biggest surprise he could have imagined. She still looked as lovely as when they solved the mystery of the specter in Misthallery. The yellow jacket that she wore back then had clearly aged since their first meeting. It was now rather faded and had some loose threads. Instead of the pink bow she had on previously it was a scarf of the same color. Her pants were still pristine white, but the material looked a bit worn with age. Judging by the shine of her boots she had recently purchased a new pair. Her hair had gotten a bit longer, but it was still the same lovely dark chocolate color that brought out the brightness of her eyes. “Hello Professor, it’s been a long time hasn’t it? She said with a sweet smile on her face. “Emmy it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you. You’re looking very well” She giggled and gave him a gentle hug. “Yes it’s been ages. How have you been? And how has Luke been?” she asked innocently The professor’s gaze cast downward at this point and Emmy looked concerned. After a brief moment he explained to her that the Triton family had moved, and that for the time being he was without an apprentice. Emmy promptly apoligized for bringing up such a tender subject, but she insisted on taking him out to dinner to help take his mind off of it. At first Layton was hesitant. He still had to look after Flora and he wasn’t the type to just randomly go out and about at the last minutes notice. However, Emmy being the insistant woman that she was managed to talk the reserved University professor into indulging her with a casual dinner date. Before they left his office he called Flora and told her that he would be out late that night. Flora took this opportunity to ask if she could stay with a friend for the evening if that was the case. She didn’t want to be alone, and she had recently made a new friend at the market while buying groceries. Of course the Professor was more than pleased to hear she had someone her age to keep her company. With that he turned to Emmy and gave her a smile. She then proceeded to loop her arm around his and escort him to his car. “Emmy where is your scooter today” he asked curiously as they got inside the Laytonmobile. “Well professor let’s just say it’s seen better days” she said with a mildly displeased look on her face. “I’ve had that scooter for so long it’s getting a bit old. Right now it’s in the shop getting some maintinence. The mechanics said they would be done by tomorrow” she said with a smile. As the two made their way to dinner they continued to chat and engage in pre-date pleasantries. The drive to the restaruant was surprisingly short, but long enough to set an “ice-breaker” for the night. The two arrived at a quaint, but charming restaurant. The food was delicious but reasonbly priced, which considering the gentleman’s date was a rather important thing. He was not by any means a stingy man, however like Luke, Emmy had a very large appetite. “Ah professor, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you last “ Greeted a short waiter with frizzy black hair and a curled mustache. “I see you have a guest with you tonight. Who might this lovely young lady be?” he asked smiling at Emmy. “Hello Walter. This is Emmy Altava, she is a good friend of mine and was formerly my assistant at the University” he replied. “Well Emmy it is a pleasure to meet you. Professor, I’ll be placing you at your usual seat tonight” said the waiter as he guided the two to a nice booth by the window. The seating was perfect. There was a perfect view of the busy streets of London, but not so close to the window that they would feel like they were on display. The sun was setting, which gave the sky a beautiful triad of colors and set a calming mood. Emmy turned to the Professor, her face still in her cheerful smile. “My my professor, do you come here often?” Asked Emmy with a sly smile on her face. “I’ve been known to stop by on the occasion. Often times with Luke” he said warmly. This made the brunette all the more exited. She not only had an appetite comparable to Luke’s, but her palatte was as well. If he enjoyed the food here, she would too. She scanned the menu and had already decided on her order. A few minutes later, the enthusiastic waiter had arrived with notepad to take their order. ~~Later that evening~~ Layton and Emmy were back at his flat. Dinner had been a pure delight. The cocoa haired man had spent the better portion of an hour or two telling Emmy about the mysteries he had solved since the Specter in Misthallery. From the little Villiage full of robots, to the illusionary city of Folsense, to the underground “Future”. Emmy’s eyes sparkled in wonder as he told her his fantastic tales, but she also felt envious of Luke at this time for experiencing these amazing adventures with the man in the silk hat. At this time Layton took a quick glance at his hanging clock. It wasn’t quite as late as he had expected it to be, but time had really flown by at this point. They had done a lot of catching up, but there was still far more left to do. There weren’t any classes tomorrow due to a holiday and he did so hate to ask Emmy to leave so soon. He to continue to their evening together, and to fetch a bottle of wine for the occasion. Emmy was more than happy to accept. Layton went to the kitchen and opened the cuboard door. After a few minutes of pushing bottles and small boxes aside, he finally found a single bottle of wine. It was a well aged wine that he had kept for quite a while for a special occasion. The professor wasn’t typically much into wine so much as he was into tea, but it was never a bad idea to be prepared for a celebration or a guest. He screwed off the cork and brought the bottle along with two glasses to his living room where Emmy had been patiently sitting on his sofa. He poured the rich red wine into both glasses and picked up where he had left off on their conversation. Several sips and a few glasses of wine later the two were still talking, but with much less formality. Both the professor and his former assistant were red in the face and their speech was starting to slur a bit. A pair of coats hang over the armrest of the sofa while the Emmy was pressing herself up against the good professor’s arm. Their conversation had gone from professional, to casual, to rather crass, or at least crass by Hershel’s standards. They had talked about their love lifes and dating, which was a tender subject for both. They reminisced on the good times, and bad with both their own previous lovers and each other. Emmy leaned her head on Layton’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around his, nestling it between her breasts. Her face grew redder, and hotter when she remembered her brief relationship with Layton. There were some things he just wasn’t ready to let go of at the time, and though she never stopped loving him, she couldn’t wait forever. She knew that the button-eyed man had needs, but she also had needs, needs that she knew he couldn’t fulfill. When she left, the two made sure to end things on a positive note to at the very least preserve their friendship. The professor softly calling her name snapped her back to reality, and she looked at him with a tender smile and glazed eyes. “Is something the *hic* matter dear?” he asked equaly dazed. “As a matter of fact professor, there is” she said with a smile as she grabbed his collar and pulled him close. Without bumping heads or crashing teeth she planted a firm, but loving kiss on his dry lips. She pulled away wearing the very mask of lust as she smiled at the man before her. Hershel could barely process what just happened. The two of them were not drunk, but very well buzzed. Emmy had given him a very passionate kiss and from the looks of things they weren’t going to stop there. The brunette woman shimmied herself onto his lap and pressed her breasts against his chest firmly. He could feel through her blouse her blouse the arousal of her erect nipples and his face turned an even brighter shade of red. She pulled him down to kiss her again. This time she traced his bottom lip with her tongue, asking for entrence into his mouth. He closed his eyes and tentatively granted her entrance into his mouth. Her soft lips massaged his and her tongue danced with his in their mouths. Soon both bodies felt very hot and hands were travelling everywhere they could get a firm hold or give a soft squeeze. A hot knot was coiling in the professors stomach. It was a feeling that he hadn’t experienced in such a long time, but he knew what it was. It was lust, driven by the fiery passion of the woman with her loins grinding against his. Their lips parted, red and wet while gasps of air filled the room. Emmy took her legs which had been on either side of the professor and moved them between his. She slid down off the couch to kneel on the floor, careful not to pinch the professor or accidentally knee him on the way down. She placed her hand on his crotch and felt how hard he was. She looked up at him as her hand rubbed his erection. “Please, Professor, just for tonight…I want to…” She didn’t finish her sentence, she didn’t need to. The professor took off his hat and nodded at her, giving her the signal that he could no longer contain himself either. The re was a slight growl of the zipper being undone and a soft hand reached inside the dark trousers to grab and expose an achingly hot manhood hard with arousal and leaking clear drops of precum. Emmy licked her lips as she gazed hungrily at the hot rod in her hand. Her tongue wildly flew all over the head of his cock. Lapping up the precum and feeling the heat of untouched lust. Her slick tongue travelled all over his hardness, exploring every last inch of him, tasting all of the smooth flesh. Her lips then enveloped the head as her hand remained at the base. She sucked on it gently as her hand moved up and down. The professor had moaned the entire time. He had not been intimate with a woman in several years, but this was ungodly good. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last with such a talented mouth treating his neglected manhood to such heavenly pleasure. She then started moving her mouth further, and further down his hot shaft. Her pace was slow and easy, then she started moving faster. The gentleman moaning in his seat was only a hair away from a tremendous orgasm. It wasn’t untilt he young woman between his legs took him into her throat that he was pushed over the edge. He could feel her lips, pressing him at the base nestled amongst dark curls. The corners of the brunette’s mouth attempted to rise in a smile. She could feel his hard cock in her throat, filling it up without making her gag or impair her breathing, even when it twitched and shot his load directly down into her stomach. She pulled back letting her tongue travel against the underside of him as she slurped her own saliva. Her matured lover sat there panting and unable to speak. She got back up on the sofa and started kissing him again, this time while unbottoning her white blouse. Less than a second later, the black trousers were completely pooled at the foot of the sofa, and soon a white pair was also tossed onto the floor. It wasn’t long until the two were completely naked and red with desire. Like Emmy had done before, the older man straddled the slim figure before him. Her light skin was so soft and smooth, he couldn’t take his hands off her. He leaned down and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth. He gently sucked and teased it with his tongue while his fingers played with the other. She moaned and leaned her head back as her chest pushed forward, pushing more flesh into his hungry mouth. The other nipple soon received the same treatment as the one before it, then the professor dragged his tongue down her body to her fiery womanhood. Like she had with him, he was between her legs kneeling on the floor. She opened her legs mildly embarrassed and he spread her pink lips apart. His warm tongue traveled from the base of her entrance to the top, teasing the erect pink nub. He explored her pussy inside and out with his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her sex. Emmy felt bolts of pleasure shoot through her body as her moans grew louder. Being the gentleman that he was, Hershel then gently placed a finger in her tight, wetness while sucking on her peaked clit. Her toes curled and nails dug into the sofa as he thrust his fingers inside her. Soon she came with a loud cry of escstasy as her muscles clenched down and gripped the wet digit. After he withdrew it and sucked it clean with a smile, she then turned over, kneeling on the sofa with her rear sticking out and her wet pussy exposed to the air. She turned back to him, eyes begging. “Please Hershel, I need it” Layton smiled in lust ready to give her what they both needed. He grabbed his cock and rested the tip at her opening, barely peaking past her soft, pink lips. His strong hands rest gently on the side of her rear as he pushed his hips forward burying his rock hard dick into her slippery insides. He started moving slowly, and in no time picked up the pace to a comfortable rhythm. Soft breasts were pressed against the fabric of the sofa, and the slap of the professors hips hitting the pale young backside filled the room. Slick fluids continued to leak from the young womans loins as she felt her g-spot getting slammed by the hot cock that was filling her up. She had never had sex this passionate, or this pleasureable. Her mind was going blank as the only thought that remained was how wonderful she was feeling, and the man who was giving her this pleasure. Emmy wasn’t the only one feeling the intensity of their love-making. Layton had forgotten just how hot a woman’s loins burned and how tight they could squeeze him. He felt as if he was trapped in a vice that would sooner clench harder than ever let him out. His hips were thrusting so fast that the pace made Emmy’s high pitched moans even higher. Her breasts continued to rub against the strong fabric of the sofa while beads of sweat trickled down both bodies. Just then a strong, tan hand reached under the bouncing flesh of her lower belly and his fingers travelled through her curls. He pressed down lightly on her clit again and she screamed loudly in pleasure. Her mucles clamped down so tight that Layton felt his cum being milked out of him into her twitching form. The tan figure leaned down against the pale, smaller one and kissed her neck as they both remained in their positions to catch their breath. The feel of the strong chest against her smooth back and matted hair was so comforting and pleasant. The mixed sweat settled in her dark locks, as she reached back to move her hair to the side of her face. The professor finally withdrew himself and rolled to the side to sit on the sofa in a relaxed fashion. Emmy rolled over as well, and rested her head on his chest while her body pressed against his. A strong arm reached around her as he rest his gentle hand on her hip. She looked up and smiled at him. His face still quite handsome and red, lips in a gentle smile, black eyes spent, and cocoa hair slightly messy and wet. She leaned up and kissed him gently and left her ear pressed to his heart. The steady and gentle beat was such a wonderful and tender sound. After a few minutes of smiling silence Layton finally spoke. “Emmy, I was thinking…perhaps you could return as my assistant and we could renew our relationship” “I’d love to Professor, but are you sure about that. Last time we were together there were some things you weren’t ready to let go of yet” “Yes well, as some of my students like to say, it’s all ancient history”
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