Professor Romanoff's Angel

7

Romanoff's POV

"You're home late." Yelena calls out from the kitchen as I close the front door. I walk to the kitchen, she's stirring a pot of something.
"Yeah, I stopped by a cafe." Yelena turns to me, her blond locks bounce and her mouth gapes open.
"And you didn't bring me anything?"
"I was with a friend, sorry."

"Who?" Yelena takes the pot off the hob and walks over to the dining table.
"Are you not gonna put that in a bowl or-"
"That's just more dishes to clean." She sits down and tips hot sauce into the pot. "Who were you with?"

I was hoping to avoid that question, I don't want to lie to her, but I just might have too.
"Wanda, we were de-stressing. It was a bad day at work."

I walk past Yelena and head to my room. I close and lock the door...
She was quite hot when she was angry.
It was a horrible situation and I wish it didn't happen, I'm just trying to look at the positives.

I held her hand like three times, it was amazing.
She called me Natasha... the way she said it was so satisfying.
God, I feel like a teenager again.

In the morning, I open the door to my classroom and drop off my things. I leave my room to see if Wanda's here yet, I check the staff room and she's not there.
When I get back to my classroom, there's a cup of coffee at my desk.

She didn't, did she?

I walk over to the cup, next to it there's a note - she used one of my post-it's from my desk.
'Got you some coffee. Hope you enjoy, Natasha.'
I pick up the post-it note and put it in my handbag, I want to keep it. I take a sip of the coffee, it's still warm.

She walks in, wearing a lovely white shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket. Simple, but she wears it so well.

I dressed up for her today, hopefully she'll notice... before my boss does.

"Was this you?" I hold up the coffee cup,
She smiles with her own coffee in her hand.
"Yeah, it was."

She sits at her desk and looks at me. I watch as her eyes slowly look me up and down, they stop on my chest... oh yeah, she noticed.

Y/N's POV

She's wearing a simple black dress. Though it seems quite tight, she's got a belt at the waist that pulls it even tighter.
Her arms are showing, she's actually quite muscular.
And her chest is, well...visible. My eyes linger there for a little longer than I would've liked them too.
"Thank you, I needed this." She says just before taking a sip of the coffee.
"It's no problem." I quickly avert my attention to my phone and say nothing else.

Students pile in, I watch as they all eye her up too. At least I'm not alone. One student Wolf whistles. The class all stops instantly.
Natasha slowly turns to look at the student.
"That's not very appropriate." She utters.
"Neither is that dress, but here we are." The student responds.

Oh, wow. Ballsy.

"Well, let's see how you do on today's test - if your mind is so occupied." She smirks, she has this devilish look in her eye that I've never seen before.

Did she dress up to see who could focus on the test?

"Oh, what?" The student calls out, "Fuck that, man." They walk to their desk.
"Watch yourself." Natasha says sternly.
Huh? She's never told me off for swearing. Maybe she just didn't notice.

She starts handing out the test papers, and then she gets to my desk.
"I know you can't write comfortably at the moment, we can talk about the answers near the end of the class?" She offers.
"Sounds good." I keep my eyes watching hers, I don't want to be disrespectful.

She keeps walking, I have a quick look around the classroom. Jayden isn't here. At least I don't need to worry about my coffee being thrown today.

While everyone else writes answers down and panics, I mindlessly scroll on my phone and drink my coffee. It's not like Romanoff to give a test on a Friday so she probably got asked by her boss to do it. I have no clue what the test is about yet.

Eventually, the timer runs out.
"Please hand in your tests at the front, feel free to head up to the canteen - if you're staying in the classroom, please try to keep the noise down." Natasha announces.
Mostly everyone leaves, in fact, the only people that don't leave are Brad and Amy, who are talking quietly at the back of the classroom.

Natasha walks over to my desk and pulls up a seat for herself, she's got a copy of the test paper in her hands.
She reads me a question, I say my answer and she writes it down for me. I keep my eyes off her as much as possible. As close as we are, she'd notice if I checked her out.

Then slowly, before I even realise, I've looked at her chest again. Fuck. I quickly look down and I feel the colour wash from my face. I can hear her giggle, she must've seen.
"What's wrong?" She asks, I keep my eyes down at the desk and form a quick lie.
"I'm just thinking really hard." I say, almost sarcastically.
"I haven't asked you the next question yet..." she looks at me, confused.
Oh fuck me, it would really be great if my lie made sense. It would be even better if I just didn't check her out.

"The last one." I gulp out, "I'm thinking about what I answered." I make eye contact again, I've just got to focus and I'll be fine.
"Right." She says, and then she continues asking the questions.
I can hear Brad and Amy laughing, which doesn't help with focusing. They clearly saw that too.

She finishes the questions and looks at the sheet, she stands up and turns away from me.
"Full marks as always, well done." She says as she walks to her desk. I let out a sigh and turn to look at Brad and Amy. They're both silently laughing.
I hope they choke to death.

"Class finishes in 15 minutes but you can go now, if you want." Natasha adds my test to her pile and sits down at her desk to mark the others. I stand up and walk over to Amy-Leigh and Brad who have finally pulled themselves together.
"I hate you both." I state blankly. They both look at me and hold back laughter...again.
"You got so flustered!" Amy-Leigh bursts out laughing, Brad follows suit. I look over my shoulder to see Natasha smirking to herself, she definitely heard that. That's awkward.

Romanoff's POV

She's all red. I mean, her friends are laughing at her, so I understand. She's cute when she's nervous, I wish it happened more often.
I keep thinking about that student that whistled... this dress is for Y/N, no one else.

Oh, there's so much wrong with me. I should get a therapist... or not.

She and her friends start walking towards the door,
I listen in to their conversation.
"So, what are we doing for your birthday on Sunday, Y/N?"

It's her birthday soon? It's not even a day that I can see her.

"I'll see you all on Monday," I call out, "thanks for the coffee, Y/N."
"You bought her coffee?" I hear Brad whisper.
She didn't tell them that we went out for coffee. I guess she was keeping it a secret too.
Interesting.

A/N: genuinely the hardest part of my day is waiting for it to be midnight so I can post without posting more than once a day.
What do you guys think of the story/writing so far?