Teachers pet [wlw]

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Vanessa's PoV:

Waking up next to rose—Arabella, is the best feeling I could ask for. Although I'm pretty much suffocating under the grasp of her hair, I wish we could stay like this forever. Usually I would think that these kind of things are cringe, however, with her there's no such thing.

She makes me feel things I haven't felt before, I feel as if I can tell her things, free or guilt and sympathy, she understands me on a level that no one has before.

I don't know whether it's because we both have had childhood issues, mine she still does not know about, or whether she is just someone I feel safe with and am beginning to fall in love with...

I know it's wrong, the age gap and the fact that I'm her teacher—I thought that the phrase 'love is love' was a cliche but with her I can only back it up, because you really can't help who you fall for.

I love everything about her, the way her hair falls over her face as she sleeps, the way her eyelids flutter as she dreams and the way her body grips mine in moments of comfort and solidarity.

"How am I supposed to sleep when you keep staring at me?" her voice is tired and damn is it hot. She's usually has a soft and kind voice—if that makes sense, but now it's raspy and deep.

"I'm not staring" the lie rolled off my tongue and my face starts to heat up as her hand travels over my stomach.

The memories of last night fill my mind as she searches my body, finding a comfortable place to lay.

I swore I would never beg for anybody, never crumble under anyone's touch—but with her I have done both and all just in a couple of weeks.

Last night was amazing, she made me feel a way that nobody had before, sexually and emotionally, she didn't force me to do anything to her when she saw I was tired, it was a night all about me which I hadn't had in a long long time, something I didn't know I needed until I had it.

Even when that waitress kept staring at her, not once did she take her eyes off me, not once did she look at her and let the millions of thoughts free in my mind.

I will admit I'm still very scared to trust anyone but with her I know she wouldn't hurt me, I'm just scared I will hurt her. I've got so much baggage, damage and hurt that I'm repressing, I fear I will implode it into her and she won't be able to handle it.

She got her own problems that I'm sure she will tell be about when the time is right, I want to make her life easier—not harder.

"What are you thinking about?" I snap back to reality when her face meets mine and her voice silences all of my thoughts.

"You" I admit, causing her teeth to show in a smile and her face to hide in embarrassment.

I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me, which she did. The funny and giddy tone we had a moment ago was replaced by a tone of seriousness and familiarity—lust.

All night she had to take care of me and my needs, trying to repress her own. But I heard her quiet moans as she pinched my nipple of her whimpers as I moaned her name.

I wasted no time and connected our lips, causing a surprised moan to escape her mouth. I wasn't pleased with our current position, so with one swift movement I switched us around straddling her lap not daring to disconnect our lips during the process.