A Twisted Identity [A Student/Teacher Romance]

Categorically Corrupt

[A/N: Okay Loves, this dedication actually isn't to the author of a student/teacher story! Instead it's to my newest fan and commenter MikiMe! :D So this ones for you Doll!]

Chapter 6: Categorically Corrupt

 “So Sy, what do you want to do today?” Logan asked walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. Saya looked appreciatively over at him before rolling over and hoisting herself out of bed. 

 “Well,” She said thinking for a minute and doing her best to stifle a yawn. “How about room-service, cartoons, and a shower for starters.”

 “Hmm.” Logan muttered, looking Saya over before picking up the room-service menu.

 “What?” She asked.

 “Nothing.” Logan said casually, glancing over the rim of the menu to look at her.

 “You just look good in my clothes that’s all.” He added with a smirk. 

 Saya blushed prettily and looked down but not before catching her reflection in the hotels window. To be quite frank, between her messy bed-head and Logan’s ruffled shirt which was a bit too large for her it looked like she had just had sex. Of course, Saya and Logan knew the truth -that he had loaned her one of his shirts to sleep in because she had forgotten her pajamas- but the knowledge of what it would seem like to anyone else was enough to put a smirk on Logan’s face and a blush on Saya’s. 

 She shuffled her feet nervously, glancing up at Logan before looking away quickly. Logan’s smirk grew and he chucked,

“Now, now Love, no need to be shy. We are, after all, on our honeymoon.” He teased. Saya’s blush grew darker and Logan laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

 “Ya know I just don’t get you,” He said. “One minute you’re enthralling a hotel manager with tales about our ‘romantic escapades’ across Europe and America to get us a room and the next your turning as red as a cherry at the prospect of us sleeping together.” 

 “Well I’m not sure how enthralled the manager was with my tale but-”

 “Babe,” Logan said, cutting her off. “You landed us the honeymoon suite in a ‘reservations only’ hotel, I’d say he was pretty well enthralled.” 

 “I suppose.” 

 “Hmm,” Logan said tossing her a menu. “What do you want? My treat of course.” 

 “You decide, I’m good with anything.” She said tossing the menu back and walking into the bathroom.

 “Oh, that will work nicely.” Logan muttered to himself as his eyes landed on one of the choices.

 “What was that?” Saya asked sticking her head out of the bathroom.

 “Hmm? Oh nothing.” Logan said clipping the menu shut and grinning at her. Saya raised her eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look before turning back towards the bathtub. 

 “Whatever you say.” She muttered.

 Logan’s grin grew wider as the door shut behind her and he picked up the hotel phone. Oh, this would be fun.

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As Saya stepped out of the bathroom she took a deep breath, something smelled divine. 

 “Mmm,” She hummed. “What is that smell?”

“It’s the ‘Honeymoon Special # 2’ Love.” Logan said nodding towards the wooden tray the manager was holding with an impish grin. “It’s only available to couples staying in the honeymoon suites.” He said silkily. 

Saya swallowed hard, looking at the tray with curiosity and apprehension. What on earth could possibly be under that silver lid that had both men grinning like Cheshire cats? The manager was probably grinning because the chances of his hotel’s name appearing in the marvelous romance novel Saya had convinced him they were in the process of writing had just increased dramatically, but Logan’s grin ... she didn’t trust that grin. It looked hellish. 

 “Enjoy you’re ... breakfast.” The manager said, smiling as he placed the tray down on the bed and winking at them. 

 “Oh my God, what’s wrong with you?” Saya hissed in Logan’s ear as he waved cheerfully at the manager.

 “Would you like me to go alphabetically,” He asked, lifting the lid off the platter. “Or chronologically?” 

 “Alphabetically, if you would be so kind.” She growled as Logan raised an eyebrow and handed her a small card near what she had assumed was a small pot of coffee.

 “This chocolate,” She read out loud. “Imported from Belgium and melted down in our gourmet kitchen, will taste divine on anything you decide to enjoy it with. Oh for the love of-” Saya began burying her head in her hands. As if the italicized ‘anything’ wasn’t bad enough, did they really have to put the winking smiley at the end? Logan howled with laughter as Saya turned beat red. 

“We could start with the neck and work our way down.” He suggested malevolently. 

“Oh my God!” Saya moaned, horrified. “Whats wrong with you!” 

“Oh yes, that’s right I was going to make you a list wasn’t I? Okay let’s see: I’m arrogant, blasphemous, condescending, and slightly demented. I have a habit of embellishing and/or falsifying stories. I occasionally suffer from a God-complex and I’m probably going to Hell. I tend to interrupt people and when I was younger I was a bit of a jinx. I’m a liar, lazy, and lusting after one of my students. I can look a bit mangy sometimes, especially when I forget to shave for a few days. When I’m sick I can be very needy, not to mention I’m downright terrified of needles. I’m very odd, quite perverse, and fairly perverted. I can be quick to jump to conclusions, and tend to ramble sometimes. I’m extremely sarcastic and a bit of a tease. I’m unethical to almost comical proportions, especially when you consider my job, and a bit vindictive. I can be quite wily, I often yearn for things I can’t have, and I’m a tad zany.” He said, looking Saya in the eyes and not pausing once. 

“You’ve been asked this a lot haven’t you?” She asked rolling her eyes. 

“A few times, yes.” He grinned.

“Not enough to think of an x-word though, huh?” She said rolling her eyes. 

“Well I could have said I was a sex-addict. But since it doesn’t start with x I didn’t think you would count it.” He laughed. Saya blanched dropping the pot of chocolate she had picked up to investigate and spilling a few drops across her neck and shoulders. Logan reacted quickly, catching the pot mid-fall and replacing it on the tray. Saya muttered darkly and stood up, turning towards the bathroom but Logan grabbed her wrist and pulled her backwards and wrapping his arm around her waist as she fell onto his lap. 

“Oh come on Love, let me have my fun.” He murmured. Saya shivered, her voice caught in her throat, and Logan smiled wickedly into her shoulder.

“Hmm.” He hummed, his lips brushing her skin as he moved up her neck, causing her to shutter pleasantly. 

“See,” He whispered. “I knew this weekend would be fun.” 

Saya closed her eyes blissfully and leaned back against him, unable to suppress a quiet moan as he made his way down her neck. 

This, was heaven...

[A/N: So my loves, I actually wasn't planning on posting this right now, I was going to wait until Monday to do it BUT I just got really excited and had to do it! I actually have all the way up to chapter 8 uploaded as a draft but I like to spread out their publishing over time HOWEVER I just broke through a MAJOR wall that, had I not worked through would probably have meant my story would eventually be left unfinished and I'm SUPER excited. So consider this my reward from me to you for my successful demolition of the wall known as writers block! P.S. I hope you all like this one ;) I've been dying to publish it for the past few days now! :P]