You met Mr. Turner, your professor, on the train, and boundaries between you were never the same. What began as a chance encounter quickly spiralled into something much more complex.
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First day back. You weren't sure if you were ready to go back to ignoring him basically all day. You didn't know if you could keep your hands off him. You dreaded having to force yourself to not go up to him each time you'd pass by each other in the hallways. Or to just stop yourself from searching for him subconsciously.
Great thing you at least had a few more hours to prepare yourself. He had to leave before you, and you only had one class later in the evening. So no ride together.
"I don't want to go." he said, putting on his suit jacket and coming back to you, where you were still laying in bed. Still naked from last night. Only the comforter to cover yourself.
It was colder now. The summer heat was fortunately, but unfortunately at the same time, over.
"I don't want you to go either." you said, extending your arm to catch his fingers between yours.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I'll miss you." he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. The weight of his absence already felt heavy, a dull ache settling in your chest, even if it would just be for a few hours.
"You'll call me during lunch?" you asked, trying to keep the neediness out of your voice but failing miserably.
"Of course." he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I'll think about you all day."
For a moment, he just stared at you, his gaze intense and filled with longing already. The air between you crackled. He couldn't stop himself any longer. He pulled you close and kissed you, kissed you like it was the first and last time he'd get to do it.
You would never get tired of his kisses and the way you could feel everything pouring out and seeping into you. He kissed you hard and he didn't want to stop kissing you. Not now, not ever.
He started trailing the kisses down your neck, and lower, making you drop the material you were holding to cover yourself. Not that you needed it anymore. He got you hotter than any blanket could ever. There was no point to a competition.
"You're gonna be late." you murmured, trying to play the reasonable one in this situation. But deep down you knew you didn't want him to stop.
"I haven't had breakfast yet." he whispered against the skin of your breasts as he was kissing his way down your body, his hands following the lead of his lips.
"Oh...right." you said, stopped by a gasp escaping your lips as his hands ran down your legs, making goosebumps appear in their wake.
"You're not gonna let me faint during a lecture just cause I didn't have my breakfast, right?" he asked, lowering himself on the floor by the side of the bed, pulling your feet together to cradle them in his hands.
