TEACHER'S PET ━ 𝓡. Lupin

10. The happy years

N/A – this chapter contains slight mature content

—THE MAN'S WARM breath crashed against her neck, she was able to feel his body pressed against hers from behind, his strong hands squeezing her hips and uncontrollably traveling up and down her body with suffocating slowness.

Natalia quivered, overwhelmed with excitement, pushing herself against the man's body as much as she could, while he remained motionless behind her back, trying to keep her still.
His hands slowly traced her waist, then slid under her skirt, rubbing and caressing her thighs, squeezing them mercilessly right after.

She tightly held between her hands the edge of what she thought to be a desk, as she felt the man's mouth against her neck, trailing warm and wet kisses that were making her legs tremble, until they almost went numb.

"God, please... Charlie..."

He pressed his hips a little harder against hers.

"Ah-ah. Careful what you say, doll."

Natalia rapidly turned around, instinctively clinging to his shoulders. Her eyes widened as she kept them fixated on the man in front of her, while her chest raised and lowered at outrageous speed.

She rubbed her fingers against the back of his neck, meanwhile one of her legs slid between his, she absentmindedly pressed her knee against his crotch, pleased to hear a hoarse groan slipping from his lips.

That wasn't Charlie.

"Oh, Professor Lupin"

Natalia quickly got up, breathing hard as her eyes flickered left and right across the room plunged into darkness.
She caught a glimpse of one of her roommates, Emile, peacefully sleeping with her face being partially lightened by the moonlight seeping through the windows.
She shot a glance to the clock on her nightstand, 3.45 A.M.

She absentmindedly rubbed her eyes, still trying to regain a normal breathing rhythm.
She then kicked off the blue and bronze covers, as she was burning in that moment. Some strings of hair were sticking on her forehead, quite beaded with sweat, meanwhile she found herself still feeling a certain warmth weighing on her lower stomach, flowing in her inner thigh, which made her shiver with embarrassment.

She pulled her legs towards her chest, tightly hugging them while resting her head on her own knees, heavily sighing.

She was desperately trying not to think about what she had just so vividly dreamt, as if she could really trick herself into believing it had never happened, as if she could really erase that stupid dream from her memory forever.

But, the more she tried, the more her mind seemed to relentlessly recall those images, even though she fought with all her might to chase them away.
Her chest immediately tightened as she thought about Lupin's hands all over her, his lips on her neck.

She felt like she truly needed him, in that exact moment. She was burning for him to touch her, to actually touch her.

She stretched towards the drawer on the right side of her bed, going through it for a bit, groping around in the dark, until she eventually found that 1984 copy he had lent her.

By that time, she had finished reading it over two weeks prior, but she couldn't bring herself to return it. Partly because she didn't want to find herself alone with him again -so she was basically avoiding him-, partly because regularly reading the notes he had left on the book's pages had become an habit of hers.

It was foolish, that she perfectly knew, but when she felt out of sorts, lonely, under pressure, she knew what page she had to search for, which of his annotations she had to read, to instantly feel better.