Oh, Professor!

AN: Ohh man, thank you guys so much for all the reviews! It is totally awesome to get great feedback like I hbeenbeen. Keep on doing what you\'re doing... it\'s really helping defeat procrastination and giving me incentives to finish chapters. And yes, here is proof! Another chapter. Kinda shortish, and a bit more progressive. I also got a review saying I should develop characters more... which I appreciate. I\'m actually intentionally not getting into absolutely everything about Lainey and Wood right away, so that as they get to know each other, the audience gets to know them too... get it? If not, whatever. Keep reviewing and thanks so much! All requests/suggestions will be taken into consideration by yours truly. Pinky swear.
--DisappearedCat


CHAPTER THREE: COMPOSURE

Lainey dashed out of Arithmency and up to Gryffindor tower as fast as she could. Climbing the staicase to the girls dorms quickly, she opened her own door, dumped her bookbag on her bed, and hurried into the bathroom, glancing at her watch on the way.

“Shit.” She mumbled to herself. “Three forty five.” She looked at herself in the mirror, taking out her makeup and fixing her eyeliner and mascara quickly. She pulled her hair out of its low ponytail, and brushed it through so it fell down her back in shiny, cascading layers of golden brown beauty. She brushed her teeth thoroughly, smiling at herself to make sure her teeth were good, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She grabbed her strawberry lip balm and applied it to her full, pink lips, stuffing it in the pocket of the black jeans she wore under her robes. She exited the bathroom, and pulled out a few plays from her bookbag, unpacking the heavier texts and slinging it over her shoulder so as to give the Professor the illusion she’d casually taken her time to come from class up to his office, instead of rushing back to Gryffindor, fixing herself up, and rushing back down to his office with the Quidditch plays she and her co-captain had devised. Even if she meant to flirt and try to get something out of the professor, she could get business done while she was at it. She put the plays carefully in her bag in between a DADA book and her own book of choice, The Complete Works of Plato. The rest she dumped out on her bed, returning for later that evening.

Lainey slung the bag over one shoulder so it rested across her chest, and exited the tower. She headed down the stairs, glancing at her watch again. Three fifty two. “Bugger.” She said, going a bit faster down the corridors to the Flight Instructor’s office. She finally reached it, not quite breathless, and composed herself at the door before knocking gently and trying to look composed.

“Come in.” His voice said from the other side of the door. Lainey’s heart started beating hard against her chest, she was sure he could hear it on the other side. Taking a long, deep breath, she entered the office.


Oliver paced in his office at three thirty, thinking about her and glancing up at the clock impatiently. How on earth could he be thinking of doing this after what he did last night? Her body screamed to be taken... he couldn’t bear to be around her if he wanted to keep his cool. It would not in any way work to just... teach her. He could teach her a few things she couldn’t learn from flying or books... things only a man could teach a young, sweet, sexy girl... Stop it, brain! He screamed inside. He was getting hard just thinking about her. He willed himself to think of less provocative things, trying to ignore how quickly time was slipping by and how soon she’d be there.

After flipping through Quidditch Weekly, there was a soft knock on the door, and he panicked. She’s here! She’s actually here... God, I can’t do this. Bloody hell- what to do?

“Come in.” He called out to her. The door handle turned, and the door opened to reveal her beautiful form. She smiled as she entered tentatively, closing the door softly behind her and tucking a strand of loose tawny hair behind her ear.

“Er, have a seat, Miss Heller.” He said awkwardly.

“Thanks, professor.” She said, her voice a bit shaky but still dripping with honey. She pulled her bag over her shoulder, put it down next to the chair beside his desk, and sat down, smililng at him shyly. He smiled back, a bit nervous.

“So, eh, what can I help you with?” Wood asked uncertainly.

Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out the plays.

“Well, my co-captain Garrett and I were going through some ideas for Quidditch plays this season,” She began, scooting her chair a bit closer to his and putting the plays down on the desk. “But we’re a bit unsure about a few of them, and whether or not they’ll... accomplish the task at hand.” She said, stressing certain words to imply other things also on Oliver’s mind.

He looked down ae she sheet, picking it up and examining it. A well-worked out play had been scratched down on paper neatly, charmed so that the players moved how each person would respond in the situation. Wood watched the play finish, then re-set itself so it began again. It was quite brilliant, actually. But he wasn’t focused so much on the play itself as he was on the close proximity of the girl next to him, looking over his shoulder, leaning in to see his reaction, their bodies generating enough heat to make him pass out.

“Very well thought out, La- Miss Heller.” He said, doing his best to call her by the proper name one should call a student. She sat back as he smiled assuringly at her, looking a bit disappointed at his response.

“Er, thank you, Professor Wood. But you can call me Lainey.” She said, batting her eyelashes at him, scooting her chair a bit closer so as to take the paper gently from his hand, her fingertips brushing against his for a bit longer than necassary. He looked at her, and a very pretty blush rose in her cheeks. They looked at each other for a little while, never breaking the gaze between her dark eyes and his. Wood got lost in her eyes for a minute, so warm and riveting...

“Is that all, Miss Heller?” He asked, clearing his voice a little, as it was hoarse.

“The rest are on your desk already, Professor,” Lainey smiled sweetly. “All you need to do is pick them up, and do what you want with them. Tell me to keep them or lose them, I’ll follow your advice.” She said, her voice sultry and rich with female tones. Wood swallowed and realized she was right, the plays were closer to him than her.

His mind wandered back to the thoughts he’d had of her last night, and when she stood and reached over him towards the pile of parchment, he about expected her to get on her knees and start sucking him off right there... but instead he got a good look at her breasts up close, so young and supple and firm-looking... All he wanted to do was touch her, to grab her young body as she reached across him and pull her into his embrace... You sick fuck, he scolded himself. You are such a pedophile! He watched her mouth move, realized she was saying something.

“Could you repeat that?” He asked. Her very presence was making him drunk.

Lainey smiled a bit. She was unsure whether or not he was responding to her efforts, as sometimes his eyes glazed over, or wandered, but he seemed so calm and professional... she couldn’t tell. One minute he was flirting, staring, the next indifferent. She handed him the next play, and his hand closed over hers. She stared at it a minute, a flurry of hope rising up in her heart when his hand didn’t move. She looked from his hand up to his eyes, unguarded by the walls of dignity, and full of a need... a need to touch her. All of a sudden he yanked on her arm, pulling her into his lap as he kissed her deeply.

Her eyes opened in surprise, bewildered that he was actually kissing her! She closed her eyes as his tongue flicked gently over her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he nibbled on it gently. His kiss was so tantalizingly beautiful, she thought, as his tongue slipped into her mouth and massaged hers with his. She responded instantly, her hands smoothing up his arms. And as soon as it had started, it was over. Lainey moved instinctively forward to deepen the kiss to find only air where his mouth had been. She opened her eyes, puzzled, to find him sitting back in his chair, eyes closed, obviously upset. She reached out to touch his face, her cool hand smoothing over his rough cheek, and his eyes opened to darkly stare. His gaze frightened her, and she pulled her hand away, as though he’d tried to bite her. She slowly climbed off his lap, and began to gather her things from the desk.

Oliver sat back in his chair and groaned, rubbing his temples. That kiss had been as close to heaven as he’d ever gotten... and would surely keep him in hell. Her taste... a menagerie of cool mint, something sweet and strawberries; the way she’d responded, her soft tonuge on his... he wanted nothing more than to keep her there. But as he watched her gather her things and place them carefully in her bookbag, she was a student. Albeit a beautiful, charming one at that, who was quite a good kisser, she was still a student, and he could never lose control like that again.

Never, he thought, watching her leave the office and close the door gently behind her. Never again.


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