Professor Fischbach

Ten

Part Ten

I went to Professor Fischbach's office during his actual office hours, which wasn't normal for me. Usually, I avoided that in case other students actually needed to talk to him about assignments. But this time, all I planned on doing was talk to him.

I knocked softly on the door and I heard a muffled "Come in," through it. I entered the room and Mark seemed extremely surprised to see me of all people. He even checked his watch as I walked in and closed the door, as if he thought there was no way I could be visiting him when other people could catch us doing something.

"Hey Aria. I wasn't expecting you to come in at this hour." He stood up and put his hands on my waist, but I didn't wrap my arms around his neck like I normally would. I didn't want to risk anything at that moment, even though there had been other times when I really didn't care what happened.

"I'm not here for anything physical," I told him, removing his hands from my sides so I could sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Oh. Okay. Did you want to talk about an assignment?" he sat down across from me on the other side of the desk.

"No. Before you got to class today, people were talking about us, and I feel like you should know about it," I corrected him. He was already concerned at the fact that I was in his office in the first place, but that comment definitely made him nervous.

"What do you mean, they were talking about us? Are you saying that they know about our relationship?" He was speaking in a hushed tone, even though there was no way anyone could hear us through the closed door.

"They know you brought someone in here on Halloween night. They don't know it was me, exactly. Nobody saw my face well enough to figure out that it was me, but they know you were with someone relatively young and that you were using your access to the building for something other than schoolwork," I explained. His expression lightened a little, but I could tell that he knew things still weren't all rainbows and butterflies.

"I'm glad they don't know the whole story, but I know where you're going with this. I completely understand if you want to call this off, but I really hope you can hear me out..."

"I'm not calling anything off, Professor. But this is serious. I don't think you should be taking advantage of your access to the building anymore. We both have to be extremely careful if we want this to continue."

"You're absolutely right. I'll be much more careful from now on. I promise. I'm sorry for almost getting us caught, Aria." He walked around the desk and helped me out of my chair, putting his hands on me again. He leaned in to kiss me, and I knew I had to show my authority over him, or else he might never get the picture. I dodged the kiss and forced him to look into my eyes.

"Mark, I'm not messing around here. If these things keep happening, we can't do this anymore. I mean that," I promised. He just looked at me for a moment, and then nodded in response.

"I can respect that."

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Professor Fischbach and I were back to meeting up mainly at his house because it was the least public place for us to be together in. We still avoided dates that involved leaving his place and we kept our sessions in his office to a minimum. But things just weren't as fun that way. I sensed that he was distraught by the fact that we couldn't be as risky, but he didn't try to push anything on me. I wanted the thrill factor as much as him, so we tried new things - sexting, mainly.

It became our new thing. I didn't even have to come to his office to keep the intimacy of our relationship alive anymore if I didn't want to. Sometimes I would send him dirty talk or sexy pictures instead and smile at how frustrated I knew he had to be, sitting in his office and receiving the messages. Other times, I'd do it at night so he could send me pictures too. I was sure some of his female students would kill to have some of the photos I had, but those messages got deleted pretty quickly, so it was unlikely that anyone would ever get them.