'As the night time bleeds into the day
Tomorrow spills across the sky
And the sun's a harsh reminder why we're feeling barely human....
I should just walk away, walk away
But it grips me, grips me
But I should call it day
And make my way, oh it grips me
'Cause the devil's got my arms, and he pulls me back into the night'~Grip
Seeb, BastilleE L L O R A
A small creaking sound makes me startle. I flinch.
God, what's wrong with me? Its probably just Mr. Langdon.
Rubbing my face of the tears I sit up on the bed.
Sure enough, he stands there on the threshold, with folded arms, leaning against the door. The moment his eyes lands on my face, a deep frown etches his brows.
He walks towards me, still frowning. He comes closer to my bed and sits down.
His long, lean fingers cup my face, as he brushes a tear drop from my cheeks. And then he leans his face further towards mine.
"What's wrong, my little Siren?"
His voice is soft. So, so soft, warm and comforting. Like a dream come true. But he is still frowning, as his eyes search my face.
This is the man I know. This is my professor Langdon. Not the man who left me alone in the darkness minutes ago when I needed his strong, comforting presence the most. Not the man who slammed the door on my face when I offered him the bed. Not the man that he was for the past twenty four hours.
Without thinking, I jump up on him, with my arms around his neck and curl up on his lap. His strong pair of arms immediately curl around me and pulls me closer to his warmth and hardness.
"Shh. I'm here." He coaxes in that soft, gentle voice.
Its not until then I realise I've been crying again.
"They're...they'll..." I struggle to speak amidst tears.
"Shh, shh, its fine. I'm here Ellora, shh..." he says slowly as he lies down on the bed, pulling me with him. So that I am under him, as he places my head very gently on the pillow.
Once again I don't think before pulling his face to me. His other hand pulls the duvet over our heads, covering us in darkness. I feel his breath on my bare skin. I had discarded my shirt after the vomiting episode. Now, I am only in a thin tank top.
The cold air hits me- only for a second though, before his warmth engulfs me. His fingers pulls one strap of my tank top down my arm, baring my shoulder. Instead of stopping him I pull him closer just when he dips his head at the crook of my neck. His lips closes on my skin as he places a soft kiss there. From there his lips trails soft kisses up and up towards my ear.
Involuntarily, my fingers clutch around his shoulder-length auburn hair.
He places a soft kiss on my earlobe. While his hands finds their way to the hem of my tank top. Slowly his fingers pushes under the material of my top, as they curl around the curves of my hips. Rough, calloused fingers, against my warm naked skin.
I gasp at the feel of his fingers on my naked skin, "Professor..."
He lifts his face up to mine. His lips inches away from mine. "Not professor, Ellora..." he whispers in a voice that sends shivers down my back.
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My Dark Scientist
RomanceShe thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing wi...