Professor Romanoff's Angel

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A/N: Early 'cause I think I'll be asleep at midnight.

Y/N's POV

Natasha sits on top of me. I've got my arms wrapped around her.
"When's your last day of University?" She asks with a devious smile.
"Friday, why?" I respond, still catching my breath. She runs her thumb along my lower lip gently.
"You should come to class. I'll quit on Friday after work." She says.
"What's happening in class on Friday?" I ask.

She slowly stands up and takes my hand, she picks up my jeans and my underwear and throws them to me. I manage to catch them as she turns the lamp in the room off, she leads me to the bedroom and sits down on the bed. I sit down next to her and slide under the covers. She hasn't said anything yet, she's getting comfortable first.

"Well..." she says, "I've been thinking about that one time that I told you I'd fuck you on the desk in front of everyone."
"Ohh... I see." I say as her hands reach up my shirt, pulling it over my head. "You think the class deserve a show like that after what they've put us through?"
"No, but I think we'd both really enjoy it. That's all that matters, right?" She smirks.
"I'll think about it." I say, she pulls her own shirt off and wraps her arms around me.

There's so much I could do. Since we started this all, I've had so many ideas but could never act on them - it was too dangerous. But now, anything's on the table... especially me, I'll be on the table.

"Hey, Angel?" She says softly, I smile and look at her, "I love you." She kisses me gently.
"I love you, Tasha." I say at the same pitch as her, she smiles and kisses my cheeks and my forehead before hugging into me tightly.

Romanoff's POV

It's Thursday.
Y/N and I have been planning a 'quitting work/school celebration' date when we can, and I've been applying to every school around - with a few responses back already.

I'm in my classroom, I've got a few minutes until my next class so I pull out my phone, I'm gonna call Y/N and see what she's up to.
She answers the phone quite quickly,
"Hey, baby." She says but I can hear chatter in the background.
"Hey, Angel. Where are you?" I ask, I hear her laugh a little bit,
"It's funny you ask, actually." She says, pushing open the door to my classroom and hanging up on me. "Hey there." She gives a small wave.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying home." I ask, she walks over to me and takes my hands.
"I wanted to visit you."
The school bell rings and I know for sure that the halls are going to be flocked with students.
"You can't go back out there now. You'll get hounded." I say,
"Well, I'll just stay here." She walks over to my desk, "Don't worry, I'll stay quiet." She sits down on the floor underneath my desk.

"Are you kidding me? You can't just-"
Students start to walk in. I can feel my leg start to bounce from the nerves, she's going to just stay there? Her hand reaches up and gently rubs my leg. Her touch sends shivers all over my body, I jolt forward and kick her in the side. I clench the desk, trying my best to show no strange emotion to the students.
She doesn't make a noise, she just aggressively pushes my foot away from her. I didn't mean to kick her, it was a reflex. I hope I didn't hit her too hard, I'd hate myself if I ever hurt her too much.

"Uh, so- today's lesson." I announce, starting to work through the lesson. I sit down on my chair and pull myself closer to the desk. Y/N's hands work up my thighs slowly. I didn't think she'd do it. She still hasn't even given me an answer about our Friday plans. If she goes all the way, I have no clue if I can hide my pleasure from the students.

As her hands trace up and down my legs, I can feel myself getting desperate for her. This is weird... it's like the fact that anyone could notice at anytime makes it even harder to resist. I reach down and grab one of her hands, squeezing it tightly as her other moves closer in between my legs.