Professor

Ch. 1 - How she met him ...

Alice leaned against a wall as she watched the others dancing. Everyone was cheering and celebrating. What was so wrong with her ? Weddings were the absolute last thing she could enjoy.

Glancing at her almost empty glass, she sighed in exasperation. It was only 9. Come on, it's your sister's wedding ... Eyes wandering around, she tried to smile and give a better image of herself, but it was pointless.

Across the room, she saw another lonely soul watching the crowd in disbelief. Without thinking, she smiled. He looked gorgeous. A bit dark and introverted, but still gorgeous.

One second was enough for her to lose sight of the mysterious man and she cursed. Damn it. This wedding was going to be particularly boring, or maybe it wouldn't ...

Behind her, someone sniffled disdainfully, ''We need a new plague.''

Alice didn't realize it was actually someone talking to her and she just wrinkled her nose, shaking her head, ''Hmhm. Too messy.''

He chuckled, causing her to turn around. ''My name is Loki.''

Wow.

Maybe it was her mistake. Acknowledging this mysterious stranger.

''Alice.'' She replied softly. ''So ... Loki,'' she smiled, ''What do you do ?''

He leaned against the opposite wall, his eyes eyes openly checking her out, ''I'm a professor. I teach literature.''

Alice almost choked on the last sip she'd managed to extract from her glass, ''Literature ?'' Her eyes widened, ''Oh ... Are you the stereotypical hipster teacher or ...'' Loki frowned, not understanding what she meant. The young girl straightened her back as she cleared her throat, ''No offense but ... you're way too attractive to be a literature teacher.''

A laughter escaped his mouth, ''Am I ? Well, thank you for the good words.''

Alice's eyes narrowed, ''Alright. You're either a hipster, you know, skinny jeans, combat boots, loudly vegan ...'' she thought about it for a second, ''Or a serial killer.''

It seemed so absurd that Loki burst out laughing, ''Are you talking about these black-turtleneck-wearing people who organize slam poetry things and constantly masturbate on Orwell's 1984 ?''

The young girl suddenly stepped closer to him, ''Yeah ! Exactly ! Oh god, someone needs to tell them it's not cool to look like a hippie anymore.''

Nodding slowly, Loki took a sip of his drink, his smile fading away as he gazed at her, ''Yes ...'' he paused, letting an uncomfortable silence settling between them, ''I'm definitely a hipster trash.''

Alice's jaw dropped. Oops.

A wide smirk spread his lips, ''I'm joking. I'd rather be a serial killer.''

These were the only words they exchanged before their physical attraction spoke for them. Technically, there was nothing wrong with the fact that they felt an intense and sudden desire at the moment.

They ended up in a bed. Loki didn't want it to happen this way, yet he did quite enjoy the idea of perverting an innocent girl. He couldn't help it. He wanted her, and she wanted him.

Under his fingertips, Loki felt the warmth emanating from her and he knew she wouldn't refuse him. Their faces were so close now, they couldn't even look in each other's eyes. His hands slowly glided under her dress, his fingertips slowly running along her spine. Alice blushed. It wasn't like her to do such a thing. She even wondered how her heart could hold this, and mostly, how he, with a simple touch, could do this to her ?

Undoing her bra, his fingers then slowly glided along her ribs, soon reaching the thin material of her panties. Loki grabbed it softly and she couldn't keep the moan that obstructed her throat when she felt his fingertips moving to her heat. Already soaked and trembling, her legs opened to his light touch.

His green gaze pierced her soul as he allowed his fingers to plunge deeply into her, closing his eyes to the melody of her multiple whimpers.

This sound was so pleasing, he wanted to hear it again and again.

As he played with her sensitive spots, they both wanted one thing : To get rid of the sexual tension that had grown so quickly between them.

But at every time his eyes opened to look at her face, he could feel his heart racing so fast in his chest he could almost hear it. As if he wanted to stop this now, Loki withdrew his fingers from her and parted her labia.

Twisting her head on the mattress, Alice felt her need growing sharp and untenable. ''Shh ...'' Loki soothed against her ear, guiding his thick erection to her cleft. Their breath increased, they were doing it.

He pushed himself deep inside her in a slow motion, her cry turning into a groan of ecstatic misery as he started to thrust hard. Loki felt her internal muscles contracting and squeezing his full length, causing him to exhale. ''Oh no, not yet.'' He purred, gripping her mouth playfully. Several times, he pushed her to the edge, then stopped. It almost hurt in the end, not to mention Alice was completely losing control.

Outside, they could hear some guests entering an adjacent room and some chatting in the corridor, making the situation even more delicate. However, their desire was too strong, they couldn't stop now. Alice was dripping wet, every inch of her body rightfully claiming his as he fucked her. She'd never experienced one night stands before, but this ... This was something else.

Pinning her hands above her head, Loki covered her mouth with his. With one strong savage dive, he rammed his hardness deeper and faster inside her. Alice opened her mouth to cry out, but he silenced her with his tongue, holding her still. With each thrust, Loki pounded harder and harder, the sounds of their whimpers muffled by their feverish kisses.

Instinctively, Alice clenched her legs, pulling him closer. Breathless sobs of pleasure leaving her mouth as she came violently around him. Loud moans seeped from their lips as they both climaxed, skin crawling, body trembling and mind delirious in an intense orgasm.

They stood still for a while, pretending to catch their breath when both of them only wanted to cuddle in the warmth of their exhaustion. Allowing her fingers to run against his skin, Alice closed her eyes.

After a moment, Loki rolled to the side as they came back to their senses.

They truly believed they were done with each other.

It was until Alice snuggled in his arms and fell asleep, head resting on his chest. After a minute, Loki slightly moved back to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing normally now. A smile crossed his lips and his heart skipped a beat as he realized he truly liked her.

Opening an eye, Alice scrunched up an eyebrow, ''What's going on ?''

Her muffled voice triggered an itching and tickling sensation from his head to his toe and he froze. ''Nothing.''

It was the last word she heard from him. Nothing.

When she woke up, Alice was alone. She looked for a note, a letter, something, anything ...

Asshole.