[ there are a dozen ways they end up like this, but this time it started on the way to a class on ozian law and politics - particularly a section on his own world, the politicking his father had been involved in. but it's politics - something he knows enough about for a lifetime, and something he's sure that glinda might not be to keen on, either. but there's the temptation to make her skip a class, and they've just rounded an empty corridor when he crowds her up against one of the walls with an easy grin. ]

I have an idea, my sweetness.

[ most students have made it to classrooms by now, but they are always so fashionably late when they have courses together. he noses in close, grinning mouth nipping at the tip of her nose all the while one hand dares to slide along her thigh, rucking up her skirt. ]

A very wicked idea. One that will make everyone whisper behind their fans and text books. If we don't show up for class, they will have to guess at the many fantastical places we could be. And you and I could do some other fantastical things instead.