𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Professor Passions| Request

Anticipation runs through me as I take my seat at the front of the lecture hall, I've yet to make any friends in my new college classes so whilst everyone talks around me I just get out my notebook and pens, setting them on the table in front of me as well as a few psychology books. I sigh, staring at the clock as I wait and wait for the supposedly enigmatic and older man to arrive. The second the door opens at ten sharp the room goes silent, every other girl holds their breaths as in steps professor Leon S. Kennedy, the most handsome man I've ever seen. My own breath hitches as his dazzling blue eyes meet mine, then they lower to the books on my desk. I lick my lips, watching as he begins to unbutton his coat whilst strolling right for me, a smile curves his mouth even as he stops just opposite me, looking down with a look of curiously and amusement. 

 "It seems like at least one of you came prepared." He says to the class, but his eyes never leave mine, then he leans down, close enough to me that I can smell his musky cologne. My heart races as he picks up my books, scanning them before humming in approval. "These are good, but a little advanced for this class." 

"I've already read them." I blurt out, blushing as his eyebrow raises. His smile grows as he tilts his head, and I find myself still talking. "Over the summer before classes started, I thought I'd try get a head start." I gulp, feeling like I'm under a microscope. Leon- Mr Kennedy- huffs a laugh and nods as if impressed. 

"Good. Do you have a favourite theorist? We'll start with whichever one you choose since there's no rush to get through everything." He muses, tilting his head as I nod and rub my sweaty palms on my thighs. 

"Freud." 

"I'm not surprised, he's the founding father of psychology after all." Mr Kennedy muses, then finally he turns around, giving me the chance to let out the breath I was holding. He claps his hands together and begins talking about Freud's theories and some of his background. The class listens to every word, pencils and pens scrape across paper rapidly for the next two hours as I just take a few notes, pretending that I'm learning instead of feeling bored by the information I already know. Mr Kennedy's eyes often flick to mine, a subtle smile plays on his lips after each fact, as if he's silently checking to see how much I know. I nod along, unable to hide my own smile at the attention. For once I'm finally seen as an equal rather than some child, my heart pounds as I listen to Leon's deep voice, I focus on the way he paces as he talks, waving his hands out. I notice there's no wedding band either, not that it matters, he's my professor not a guy I could hook up with one weekend. 

Once the class is over the students leave in a fluffy, all desperate to get out and gossip about the handsome professor they're no doubt crushing on. I gather my things, clutching my books to my chest as I make my way to the door, but out of the blue Mr Kennedy stands from where he was perched on the edge of his desk, capturing my attention. "What's your name, little darling?" He deeply asks. My eyes widen at the nickname, but he doesn't seem to notice the endearment, either that or he doesn't care. I tuck my hair behind my ear as I reply, then he holds a hand out for me to shake. "I'm Leon, truthfully I hate all the niceties and such, don't tell the principal, I've already got in trouble for it last semester." He chuckles. I laugh, feeling his strong hand grip mine. 

"How long have you been a professor, if you don't mind me asking?" 

Leon's eyes twinkle as he shuffles back and leans against his chest, hands splayed out on the wood behind him as he crosses his ankle over the other. "Just a few years, the pay's not great but I like talking about the things that interest me all day." He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck, "Speaking of, it seems like this class is too easy for you, if you want I could set up some different materials for you to study during classes, that way you'll be ready to write up some quality work in your assignments, I guarantee you'll pass by the end of the year with flying colours." 

My lips part in wonder, then I grin. "Oh my God, yes that would be amazing, thank you so much Leon." I exclaim, once again that feeling of pride and understanding fills me. Leon and I share a look, one with more friendliness than it should have. I clear my throat when a sudden loud laugh outside startles me, Leon stands straighter, unfazed. 

"I look forward to our next class together, Y/N."

The weeks begin passing in a blur as I work hard and study different textbooks as Leon drones on about theories I know off my heart to the others. We share smiles and sometimes questions after classes, until Leon begins helping me with some of the more advanced things in private study sessions in the library. I'm not sure any of its even allowed, but there's no denying that my grades are shooting upwards, and with Leon's help I might even be able to graduate sooner than expected. Our times rapidly become more than that though, as the assignments get completed we spend more time just talking and sharing stories rather than discussing psychology, we move out of the library and slowly begin visiting various cafes and restaurants. After that Leon and I become close friends, confiding in each other and having various game nights at his apartment, he supports me when I question my worth and takes care of me when I push myself too hard. It's one evening when things finally change, when Leon asks me out on a date. 

It's wrong, but I accept regardless, I can't deny the feelings lingering between us or the attraction I feel for him. Later the same night Leon picks me up on his bike, dressed in casual clothes rather than the suits I'm used to. I climb onto the bike with his help, hugging him close as he holds my thigh, then we head out of town to a restaurant where we won't be recognised. Leon's a gentleman through it all, even as he holds my hand and flatters me with compliments, calling me 'little darling' as he gives me free reign to order anything I like, and even as he pays and then guides me out into the night. 

"Tonight has been one of the best I've had in years Y/N, I'm so glad you walked into my class." Leon murmurs as we stand next to his bike, his hands on my waist and my arms looped around his neck, I reach onto my toes, kissing him softly, but the older man has different ideas. His kiss is deep, soon turning heated as he picks me up with surprising strength and sets me on his bike, my legs wrap around his waist as he cups the back of my neck, squeezing my neck comfortably as I moan and tilt my head. We kiss and kiss until we're breathless and laughing at our out of control feelings. Leon runs a hand through his hair as I hop off of the bike, taking his hand in mine. 

"In a couple of months I'll be advancing to the next class, that means I won't be your student anymore, right? So...can we keep this going?" I shyly ask Leon. His brows furrow as he nods, reaching up to cup my cheek. 

"I'd love to, because I'm already picturing the ring on your finger." 

I gasp, laughing from shock. "What?!" 

Leon grins, kissing me once more. "I'm getting older Y/N, I'm not going to be your boyfriend for longer than a year or so, unless you don't want to be a wife?" 

"I'd like to be your wife, if that counts?" I tease whilst meaning it. Leon and I haven't known each other too long, but our bond and feelings are stronger than I've ever experienced and I trust Leon fully, he's done nothing but help and guide me, as well as care for me and treat me with more respect and kindness than any other man ever as. I'm younger, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb or blind to the world, I know what I'm doing and Leon knows the risks too, but for each other they're worth it.