Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Teacher-Student Romance Robert Downey Jr.)

Tonight.

The bell rang and the classroom emptied in seconds.
"I want you all to write something and give it to me until next Friday." Downey shouts and I'm sure, only half of the people there have heard it. His glance wandered towards me and a cheeky smile, appears on his face.
"Miss Hart, a word please."
I'm almost shaking. So eager to talk to him.
Slowly, I walk towards him and raise an eyebrow.
"So, what's the matter professor?" I ask.
His shirt tightens on his chest, as he raises from his chair, behind the desk and walks in front of it. I wonder, if he still looks the same, without it.
"I think we ought to talk about, what happened today." He uses his determined, professor voice. Knowing exactly, what it does to me.
"Well, that's one way to look at it." I reply and his eyes widen, confused.
"I beg you pardon?"
Rolling my eyes, I pick up my bag and cross my arms.
"Who says, that I want to talk to you."
Downey coughs. "I-I, well....we..after what happened, I thought you wanted to talk."
"After what happened?" I ask, playing dumb.
"Oh, don't play with me, Aria." Tilting his head to the side, his hair, which is too long for now, flips to the side. It has grown since I first saw him.
Again, I feel the urge to feel it between my fingers, running them through it.
"Aria?" Ripping me out of my thought. "Is something in my hair?"
Instead of mine, his hands wander to his head and ruffle the hazel waviness, happening up there.
"I should go." My voice isn't more than whisper and I want to punch myself in the face, for adoring his looks so much. Why on earth, does he look that way? How is it even possible?
I mean, it looks as if god had personally created his face, just to punish me, for having the hots for my professor.
"You want me to give you a detention?"
He mumbles, raspy.
I turn around and gasp.
Downey nods and a mischievous grin, grows on his lips.
"You want me to?" He repeats.
"I don't think that you're even able to give detentions. You're not even a real teacher here." I explain.
He laughs, deep, hearty laugh.
"Well, Miss Hart, I hate to cross you there, but I recently had a pretty nice conversation with your principal. And he's pretty fond of the idea, of me giving students who don't obey, a detention."
He stays a bit longer on the word 'obey' than necessary.
I sigh. "As you know, I'm not very likely to obey your silly rules. I guess, I'll see you tomorrow, Robbie."
A gasp from him and I can't hide my winning smile.
The game is back o-

Hands.
Fast.
Rough.

Immediately, I'm pushed against the wall and turned around. Shocked, I look into those eyes and know exactly what is going to happen.
"You..." His breath, tickles my cheek and lifts up thin parts of my hair.
"You walk around like you own the world. With your messy hair, and your pouty lips. And..."
Downey inhales, controlled.
"But you won't be running away this time."
My heartbeat starts to flutter. Frankly, I'm thankful that he has got hold of my hands, they would shake, if he hadn't.
"You know, I will scream." I try to frighten him, but it only let's the smile on his face come back.
"Oh, I bet you will."
It's a miracle that he can let anything sound like it has a sexual meaning.
Downey could read the current gas prices to me and I would probably get turned on.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door and he immediately moves away. The loss of his touch feels horrible.
Downey straightens his shirt, which reveals a bit of his stomach and moves a couple of steps away from me. "Yes."
I lean away from the wall and hope for his and my sake that we don't look exactly how I think we look.
The door opens and a man enters the room. He's taller than Downey and looks quite as handsome as him, but a lot younger. With way darker hair, which he wears a bit shorter, perfectly in place.
Downey's eyes widen, as he sees him and immediately glances at me, nervous.
"John! Wha-" Downey starts, but stutters so much that he has to stop.
"What are you doing here?"
The man, who's name is apparently John, steps towards him and throws his arms around Downey.
"Do I need an excuse to see my big brother?" His voice is deeper than Downey's.
His what? I didn't even know, he had siblings. Awkwardly, I move towards the door and try to exit this very, very awkward moment.
"And who is this?" Suddenly the man turns around and flashes me a smile, his piercing green eyes right at me.
Downey scratches his head and remains silent.
I walk towards the man and extend my hand. "Aria Hart. Nice to meet you."
He embraces my fingers, with his and they almost vanish, in his enormous hand.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aria." He sarcastically replies and I have to chuckle. "I'm John."
Downey steps forward and puts one hand on his brothers arm.
"Why don't you wait outside? I will be out in a second."
"Wait." He stops Downey with his raised hand, doesn't break the glance at me. "What relationship do you have with my brother, Aria?"
I'm confused by his forwardness, so I take a second to answer.
"He's my teacher."
"You mean professor!" Corrects John. "Be careful with the 'teacher', thing."
"He does that with you, too?" I ask and raise an eyebrow.
John turns towards his brother and looks at him in disbelief. "Please, Robert. Don't tell me you force your students, to call you Professor."
Downey grits his teeth and shoots his brother a dark look.
"I have to present myself in a certain way, to be respected by the students."
John laughs and leans towards me.
"He doesn't, he's just utterly full of himself." He whispers.
Downey gasps and I can't hold back a cheeky, little giggle.
"John!" He rumbles and immediately calms himself, embarrassed by his reaction.
His brother raises his hands, defensively and backs off.
"Alright, alright." He says, but still can't hide his smile and turns towards me. "Pleasure to meet you, Aria."
"Glad to have made your acquaintance." I imitate him and get a smile, while he shakes my hand.
"She's a keeper, Rob." He says and pats his brother on the shoulder.
"She's my student." Downey hisses back and I can see how angry he is, not only with his brother.
"I wouldn't mind." John says and winks at me, right before he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
There is a sudden silence, which feels horrifying.
"I didn't know you had a brother." I say and feel awkward, to suddenly know something so private about him.
"Well, now you know." He snaps and starts to pack his bag.
"Why are you so pissed?" I reply and cross my arms.
He turns towards me and looks at me, in his serious professor look.
"I don't know, Aria. Why don't you ask my brother?"
I can hear in the tone of his voice that he's jealous. And it makes me grin.
"Are you jealous?" I ask and his fists tense.
"No. I'm not." He denies and throws his bag around his shoulder.
"Well then, you won't have any problems, when I ask for his number." I say and turn around, stepping towards the door.
"Aria." He hisses through his gritted teeth. I stop my movement, not turning around.
Hearing his breathing, heavy.
"Don't. Tease. Me."
Now I turn my back to the door and look directly in his eyes.
"Since when are you so vulnerable?" I whisper and his fists clench.
His body moves towards mine and stops, only an inch away from me. We don't touch, in no place, but I feel the warmth coming from him. He looks at my lips and opens his.
For one second, I think Downey is about to press his lips on mine, but then he just whispers.
"At my house. 8 o'clock."
My eyelids flutter and I'm so angry at myself, for getting so involved.
"No." I simply answer. But he doesn't let me, shake his confidence.
"No?"
I shake my head as an answer. "Yes...I mean....no."
But he knows exactly, what effect he has on me.
"So, you don't want to come over?"
He says and I shake my head again.
"No."
"Then I assume, you don't want me to make you dinner?"
"No." I say, again. He moves a bit closer, still, not touching me.
"And, you don't want me to show you the pool?"
"You have a pool?" I ask, surprised. "But, when I was there you didn't show me-
"There are a lot of things I didn't show you."
His voice is husky and I want to silence him with a kiss.
"I'm still not coming." My voice is a bit fragile.
"Well, you don't want me to make you dinner, you don't want me to show you the pool, so I also assume, you don't want to swim with me." He steps closer and I take one foot away.
"Don't want me to get you a towel." A step forwards. A step backwards.
"Don't want me to open your bikini strap."
Another step.
My back hits the wall and I can't move any further.
"Don't want me to kiss you there." His head moves down and suddenly, his lips touch my collarbone.
I suck in a sharp breath and my body tenses.
"No." I reply, huskily.
"To kiss you here."
Lips, jawline.
"N-
"Shhh." He puts his finger on my lips. "Don't want to feel my skin, on yours."
Hmmm.....I sigh and close my eyes.
Suddenly, he moves away.
"Well then, you won't have to."
My eyes open immediately and the first thing I can see, is his grin.
"Wait...what?" I ask, irritated.
Downey straightens his shirt and moves towards the door.
"If you don't want to come, you don't have to."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I guess, I'll see you tomorrow." He says and winks.
Oh no! He's not going to win this game! I'm gonna show him that he's not the one who's influencing me.
He turns around and opens the door.
"Downey." I mumble.
He's definitely not the only one playing.
I look directly into his eyes and my hands wander towards my shirt. Thank god, I wore an old blue suit shirt from my dad.
And while I observe, the captured storm in his eyes, I cheekily open the first button of my shirt.
Slowly, with care.
His eyebrows lift up and his mouth opens in a narrow gap.
"Aria wha-
Another button.
He shifts in his position, his hand still on the doorknob.
His fist clenches around the knob, as I pop another one.
"You really shouldn't-
Downey tilts his head to the right and bits his lips.
"I shouldn't do what?" I ask, innocent and slide my finger up and down the inner shirt line.
He squints his eyes, knowing exactly what I'm doing.
"Don't you try to play." He says.
Another button.
Downey intakes a sharp breath.
"Young lady."
I lick my lips, finally opening up my shirt, putting my hands in my hips.
"So, what were you going to say?"
I say and smile.
The door shuts, in a loud noise.
"You don't know, what you're getting yourself into."
His voice is husky and his glance is killing me.
"Well then, I think I'll just talk to John."
"That's enough." He says and runs towards me.
His hands are faster on my back, then I can realise.
I'm thrown against the wall and my arms are nailed beside me.
I gasp and feel my knees getting weak, thankfully he had a grip on me.
His head is inches away from me. And I'm so tempted to kiss his lips.
"My house. 8 o'clock. You. Will. Be. There. Tonight."