Oh, Professor!

AN: so it\'s been a few months. sue me. wait, please don\'t. it\'s much simpler if you read, enjoy, and review. thanks for your support with this, i\'ll try to be better about updates. here we go.


CHAPTER TWELVE: BIT


As soon as he\'d walked through the door to the locker rooms she was on him, long arms wrapped around his neck and fingers curling in his hair as she kissed him hard, pushing him back against a wall of lockers in a fever. Tongues, lips and teeth collided in a frenzy as Oliver\'s hands wandered down Lainey\'s back, gripping her tightly beneath his fingers and grabbing her ass. Their kisses became more broken and chaste as Lainey stood back to pull her shirt off and reveal a toned stomach and a black sports bra. Wood pulled her back into his arms, his hands tightening around her waist as he kissed her again. He\'d never felt so grounded and so in the air.

Lainey let him pull her hips tight into his, rubbing up against him gently as her hands slid down to the hem of his sweaty shirt and pull it up. He released her waist and let her push it up off of him, finishing the job and tossing it aside onto a bench. She ran her hands up his golden body, feeling his muscles tense up under her exploring hands and shiver at her nails. She was burning up, needed to get an itch scratched so badly. His fingers hooked under the waistband of her pants and pulled them down her legs, and started kissing from her left knee up her soft leg all the way to the apex of her thighs, where dark green string panties rode low. He lifted his head and kissed her through the damp cotton fabric. She whimpered and steadied herself with one hand on his head and another on the wall behind her. His hand moved under the fabric and felt her wet heat. He stood and removed his hand, leaving her panting with her eyes closed and mouth agape. She whimpered at the loss of contact.

Oliver looked at her darkly, standing there in her underwear that looked so nice against her sweaty tan flesh. She was so incredibly beautiful and was crazy in need of him. If he had been hard before...

She opened her eyes and looked at him, almost predatorially. She licked her lips and asked in a hoarse voice,

\"Why\'d you stop?\"

\"You sure you want to?\" Wood asked her.

\"Do we have to talk about this now?\" She replied. He laughed.

\"You\'re so cute when you need it.\"

\"Then I\'m extremely cute right now. Please, just do it,\" She breathed as he stepped closer to her and closed her eyes.

He leaned in and kissed her so roughly she thought she might bruise her lips, his tongue demanding and his teeth penetrating as her tongue recognized the tang of blood oozing from her lip. She moaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him closer, tighter. He hooked his hands under her legs and pulled
her up, keeping her pinned up against the wall with his weight while he fumbled to pull out his stiff erection.

Suddenly he was in her, all of him, and she cried out at the contact. \"You okay?\" He whispered in a raspy, deep bedroom voice right by her ear. The breath tickled her soft skin and she nodded, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. He hoisted her up again, pulled out, and then slammed back in. She felt so perfect around him, so incredibly wet and still so tight like a virgin. The soft little noises she made and the panting of her was driving him wild as he kept going, harder and faster with each smooth stroke. One smooth hand curled its fingers tightly in his short brown hair while the other ran its nails over the defined, sleek curves of his back and shoulders. When he pushed in hard they\'d sink in, her marks all over him. From one particularly hard thrust she bit down hard on his shoulder to keep from screaming. It went without saying that screams coming from the locker room would not go over well with the rest of campus.

Oliver\'s hands were almost bruising her thigh where they grabbed her tightly, they moved to her hipbones that jutted out of her smooth stomach nicely and squeezed. They kissed again, roughly, before pulling away. Lainey rested her forehead on the valley of his collarbone while he glanced down at her glistening body, only in a sports bra that he\'d neglected to remove in his haste. As though he had forgotten, one hand slipped under the cotton fabric of the bra and pinched her nipple lightly. Her head snapped back and she moaned, her hair falling loosely out of its ponytail and over her shoulders. She\'d never looked more beautiful, he thought, but then again, she kept on being more and more so.

She let out a low moan and he quieted her with his lips while he thrust in hard again. The cool metal of the lockers behind her compared to the heat of his sweaty body was driving her nearly mad. He felt himself growing close and scolded himself. But the sight of her, the feeling and the need and the desperate fear of getting caught were keeping him on this incredible high and feeling of invincibility.

The friction against her clit from how she was wrapped against him was bringing Lainey closer and closer to her climax. She started moaning audibly and grinding down against him, a physical plea for more. It didn\'t take much more than a few minutes longer before they both came, Oliver first, moaning deep into each others necks. Giving themselves a moment to catch their breath, Oliver finally pulled out and let her down gently to the floor. He pulled his pants back up and stepped back, breathing hard and running a hand through his hair. Lainey grabbed her clothes from the floor and hastily pulled back on her underwear and pants, and was pulling her red t-shirt back over her head when Oliver turned back to her.

She already had pulled her workout bottoms on, and her shirt had come over her head, her long loose hair underneath the shirt, before she wound both hands underneath it and flipped it out over the fabric. She sighed, then looked at him. The look she gave him was so odd- half admiring, sort of, in a trance and satisfied, but the other half was tired, almost woeful. Without needing to speak, he could feel what she was thinking. Was this all it would be? A quickie in the most conveniently deserted location, then a rush to their clothes and respective rooms? Part of him knew they shouldn\'t be doing even that, part of him wanted to do that; he\'d get the action and it was safe, and the part he was feeling the most he couldn\'t explain. He didn\'t want that to be all.

\"Well,\" she said. So simply, but what else was there to say? In all the comfort they had with their bodies, and they\'d had before, it was like two preteens at their first junior high dance. Both wanted to ask the other to the floor, neither could find words or reason for why they liked one another.

\"Yeah,\" was all he could think to say.

She looked down to the floor, only to glance quickly up at him to find him still looking at her. That vindictive gaze, she couldn\'t move. He was watching her every breath. Why were they still here?

\"I should go back. Get sleep for class tomorrow.\" She finally found the breath to say the words.

\"Okay.\"

He was so aloof. Gone was the conversation they\'d had. Just casually standing there, with his shirt off still, satisfied and cool and calm and unaffected. She was just being used, she felt. In everything she\'d ever done, this was by far, her dirtiest moment. Not the deed itself, but the few moments after, where she couldn\'t even speak to the person she was so inexplicably drawn to.

\"Well, goodbye then,\" her cool voice echoed softly in the locker room. Oliver crossed his arms and watched her turn and head towards the door. She looked so meager, hurt, helpless. What went wrong this time, then? Why couldn\'t they laugh it off and enjoy the moments after? Because they both knew they were wrong, and nothing they could say, no emotional connection would make it any better on their respective consciences.

The soft sound of her footsteps on the tiled floor were the only noise in the room until she pulled the door open, which squeaked. She paused, almost inviting him to stop her or to say something. But what can I say? Oliver asked himself. It was best to not be connected. To watch her leave. Alone.

So he did.

~*~

Lainey snuck back into her room in perfect silence. Luckily her roommate was a heavy sleeper. She padded softly to her trunk, where she kicked off her trainers and opened it to pull out a soft pair of pajama pants and a clean, gigantic t-shirt. After changing in silence, she crept to her bedside and pulled back the sheets of the four poster bed. She crawled atop it, pulled the curtains around it closed, and snuggled deep under the soft, clean sheets and quilts of her bed. Her head sank softly into the down pillow that smelled like a ruboff of her shampoo and fabric softener. She normally loved her bed.

Tonight, though, it felt strangely cool and too clean for her. She felt like after her workout, after that incredibly intense and oddly empty sex, she should have showered. She fidgeted a bit under the sheets and tried very hard to sleep, but found it near impossible. With every thought, she thought back to how good it felt to be with him, and she asked the world why it was fair that he could feel nothing from what they shared, and she could feel so much with no real basis for a real relationship with him. What if that\'s not really how it is, she wondered. What if he really does like me the way I like him, just he doesn\'t show it because he\'s scared or doesn\'t understand it like I don\'t? What if this could be real?

It could never be real, she told herself. She whispered herself to sleep with three small words,

\"This isn\'t real.\"

~*~

Lainey was in that sweet, never long enough state of half awake, half asleep, when she felt warmth surrounding her. She sighed gently, that felt so nice. The mattress indented a bit and she felt a weight next to her, which she thought was odd, but was too tired to really think much. Warm breath on her cheek, warm arms wrapped around her waist. She subconsciously snuggled back into the warm alcove the figure created, not wanting to move into the world of awake. Did I actually go back to his room last night? She asked herself. I\'m sure I\'m in mine.

It was too weird. She had to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open, her body felt the weight and the warmth and the pressure on her. She twisted to face the figure- David.

She gasped and breathed out. He smirked.

\"You\'re not supposed to be in here,\" was all she could think to say. At the which, he smiled, and responded.

\"You\'re not supposed to fuck teachers.\" With a wink at the shocked and terrified look on her face, he rose, and quickly left the room.

SHIT!

Lainey leapt off the bed, grateful to see her roommate was not present to hear that breif, horrifying exchange, and dashed out of the room after David. He was almost in the common room when she reached him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the hall.

\"Excuse me?\" She whispered.

\"Don\'t worry. No one will find out. So long as I have no reason to tell anyone.\"

\"What?\" Lainey asked, bewildered. It was too early for all of this. She couldn\'t even process that she was awake.

\"You and me, make a deal. No one finds out about you and Wood, so long as you give me something that I want.\"

Dreading the answer, but needing it, Lainey inquired, \"What\'s that?\"

\"You. No saying no, no telling anyone else about the real reason we\'re together, though I do want everyone, including that pompous jerk to know that we\'re an item. And you can keep on doing what you\'re doing so long as I\'m getting what I need.\"

\"You\'re scum.\" Was all she could say.

\"Then you\'re as good as expelled, and you can say goodbye to that affair of yours. And even if you aren\'t kicked out, no one wants to associate with the perpetrator of a sexual relation with a professor.\"

\"I hate you,\" she spat in the quietest voice she could muster. Anger, fear, resentment, guilt was bottled up inside of her.

\"So what\'s your answer, gorgeous?\" He smiled.

If she told him she\'d do it, she\'d keep her beloved professor and satisfy this unquenchable desire. But she\'d also lose all dignity, all self respect that she once had, and would truly be a whore. But if she didn\'t, she\'d be alone, and regret it all. If she said no, she\'d lose her friends, the respect of her professors, headmaster, parents, everyone. It was better to hate yourself and pretend than it was to be truly ostracized.

\"I\'ll do it.\" She said softly. She\'d never felt more low.

\"That\'s a good girl. I knew you\'d see things my way.\" She couldn\'t look at him.

\"I don\'t need to hear you rub it in my face. Believe me, I feel low enough.\" She whispered.

\"You brought it on yourself, Lane.\"

\"Look,\" she snapped her head up, \"you have what you wanted. I said yes. So please, just do me a favour, and get rid of the cutting remarks. I don\'t need it, and believe me, it\'s not going to make it any better. I need to go get dressed for breakfast and classes, so if you\'ll excuse me.\"

As she headed back towards her room, she heard him call, \"You aren\'t in charge this time around, Lane. You watch your boundaries and I\'ll watch mine.\"


AN: sorry it\'s short. please review. i\'ll try to be better about updating.