Oh, Professor!

AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I\'ve been busy with theater and school and whatnot. Anyway, I\'m glad I actually got reviews off that last chapter! Yayy! Keep them coming, guys, they fuel my fire! I promise, the next chapter will come soon. And I already have some stuff in mind... ::evil grin:: Enjoy!


CHAPTER SIX: DEHYDRATED

Wood sighed and let his head rest in the crook of her soft neck, the scent of her shampoo and perspiration and sex permeating the air with a loveliness he never thought possible. He breathed against her soft flesh, loving how she felt under him, hoping he wasn’t crushing her lithe form. Her soft, cool hands traced up and down his back languidly, her breath hot and shaky against his neck until its shallow tones returned to their normal state. Wood pulled out of her snatch, heard her mild squeak of disapproval as he rolled off of her body and onto his back next to her. He stared up at the ceiling, disbelieving in himself. He’d really just done that. It had been her, the most beautiful young girl he’d ever laid eyes on, writhing underneath him, begging for more, whimpering, under his spell. She was incredible, he knew she’d only get better and better. Now that he’d had her, he made up his mind- he couldn’t go on without her, not now anyway.

Lainey let him roll off of her, wishing he wouldn’t. She felt oddly sated, stretched and sore... her body was aching from the dirty deed but it also screamed for more. She didn’t think it would feel like that... that good. It was an act not needing words, it was incredible feeling him inside her, exploring her. What if he never wanted to do it again, to risk it all to be with her? She couldn’t live, she’d die inside, she couldn’t be rejected by him. She had to get it straight- now.

Realizing suddenly she was naked, she pulled the sheets down from where they were tucked on the bed and slipped under them, covering up her body. Wood followed her action, zombie-like, wishing she wouldn’t hide that perfect, beautiful body of hers.

“Uh,” she started, not sure what to call him after their encounter. “Professor Wood?” She whispered very softly as he stared up at the ceiling.

The way she said his name permeated the perversion of the deed and created a schism between his guilt and his need. Just the way she said his name. He knew what she was going to ask, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her. She’d hate him for this for the rest of her life if he didn’t do what was right, and he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t do what felt right.

“Mm?” He rumbled deep in his throat. She watched him, shifting to her side to look at him, his perfect, statuesque body partially hidden beneath his soft, white sheets, draped casually around his hips.

She licked her lips, and couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She felt tears form in her eyes for no reason, all she knew was she wanted him to want her, to have her for eternity. She’d never known that feeling of wanting another person to do something to her, it had always been a bit imposed on her when it came to sexual explorations.

She shifted a bit closer to him, her lip trembling, so she caught it between her teeth. Wood felt her move closer to him. Please come closer, Lainey, I can’t take this anymore, he screamed internally. Please, please come closer.

Lainey didn’t move, just simply watched him close his eyes. Where was the cocky, strong, authoritarian she’d always seen? He was replaced by this beautiful, sensitive, peaceful man... he was perfection in her mind. Nothing else came close. She bent down tentatively, her face hovering above his before kissing him chastely on the lips. Wood smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his warm embrace, rolling her back over so they held each other, bodies close together, on their sides, kissing sweetly and softly. The crazed need for sex was gone, but the passion remained. Lainey sighed as he broke the gentle kiss, and nuzzled her face into his neck, a hand smoothing up his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered very softly. Wood had to work to keep himself together, to keep himself from screaming, I need you forever.

Instead, he kissed the top of her head, a hand playing with her long strands of tawny hair, and rocked her softly. “Anytime.”

Lainey sighed as the pure, raw sounds of his husky, Scottish brogue filled the air, his soft hands running through her hair and gently stroking her back, making her spine tingle. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her body entwined with his, her face pressed gently against his skin in a loving embrace. He was perfect, this was the moment of pure satisfaction she’d been dying for. Smiling slightly, she let herself drift off to sleep in his arms, hoping to never wake up from this beautiful dream.


Wood awoke, his eyes adjusting to the light streaming in from his bedroom window. He almost laughed, something very soft was tickling his chest. He looked down, Lainey’s head resting peacefully on his chest, the silky strands of her hair in a bed-tossed disarray on his skin. Smiling at how beautiful and peaceful she looked, he was almost pained for a moment as the memory of last night flooded him. He’d done the unthinkable; he was guilty, but shameless.

Sliding out from under her sleeping form, he pulled the covers up around her as she curled up in the bed, alone. Wood rose and looked at her, so sweet and innocent, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, sleeping in his bed, he swallowed hard and went into the bathroom.


Lainey yawned and snuggled deeper under the unusually soft blankets that covered her. Smiling a little and stretching her body in her professor’s bed, she thought of the previous night and how perfect it had been. She pushed all worry out of her mind, until she realized he was no longer next to her. His warmth was fading from the adjacent pillow, and she sat up, pulling the covers around her naked body though there was no one to see her. The sound of running water signaled her to his presence in the bathroom.


Shit, what should I do? Should I go in there with him? Wait for him here? Pretend to be asleep when he comes back in? Make breakfast? Should I get dressed and go? What if he wants nothing to do with me now that he’s had me? I’ll die, I’ll honestly die. I want him so badly, why isn’t he here? What in buggering hell should I do? She thought, biting her lip.

She didn’t need to answer that question, however, as the water stopped running as she sat there, waiting for him in bed. Her heart raced at the thought of him in the shower filled her mind, her body ached with the soreness of the dirty deed but was desperate for more of him already.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Oliver, a white towel slung low around his hips, entered the room to find her sitting up in bed, looking at him with those tantalizing eyes of hers. She blushed and looked away, though her eyes couldn’t stop wandering over to his perfect body, clad only in a towel that would require next to no effort to remove.

“Sorry,” she blushed, turning away and pulling the sheets closer around her, feeling suddenly vulnerable. Wood smirked sexily, eyes running appreciatively over her form.

“Not a problem. Have you been awake long?” He asked, crossing to the dresser.

“No, just a couple of minutes.” She replied. “What time is it?”

“Round six thirty, I think.”

“Early.” She yawned, shifting in bed to find her slightly immobile. The ache between her legs was nearly intolerable. Wood pulled out a pair of jeans, boxers and a t-shirt from a mahogany dresser, tossing them casually onto a chair nearby.

“I’m used to it,” he smiled, looking at her. “You all right?” He asked, face serious. Lainey smiled and nodded.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you want to shower?” Wood asked. “Feel free. I was just going to call for some breakfast. Don’t really feel like going down to the Great Hall right now.” He explained, trying to fill the awkward silence as he pulled on the boxers and jeans.

“Uh, sure. All right.” She smiled, her hair falling over her shoulder and hiding her face a little. He looked good in muggle clothing, she decided. It was her preference as well; the constant standard of robes in wizarding upper class society was a little disorienting and unnecessary. And those clothes showed his body off much better, robes didn’t always do him justice.

“You gonna... shower?” He asked her, smiling at the way she’d been running her eyes over him.

“What? Oh, yeah.” She replied, blushing and looking down. Wood watched her, wondering what she was waiting for. “Do you mind turning around, maybe?” She asked softly.

“Hm? Oh, oh, sorry.” Wood said hastily. “I’ll go get the food from the kitchens...” he trailed off. She smiled softly and nodded as he left the room. When she stood, she felt something strange and dry in between her legs. She looked down to see a bit of dried blood on her upper thighs, mixed with a creamy white substance, also dry. She glanced at the sheet, a tiny bit of blood there too, from the breaking of her hymen. She felt sore and a bit sick all of a sudden, and went to shower off the mess, guilty, but shameless.


Wood whistled as he headed down the corridors towards the kitchens. He passed a few early bird students making their ways tiredly towards their destinations, a Saturday morning meaning there were scarcely any people there. His head was so up in the clouds, he was so happy that he’d been with her, that last night was real and that she wanted him, he didn’t notice Professor McGonagall walk right into him. He was solid enough to not fall over, and made the older witch stumble and drop her books.

“Oh! Sorry, McGonagall.” Wood said, bending and picking up the fallen objects.

“It’s all right, Mr. Wood.” She smiled, gratefully taking the books back. “You’re in a cheery mood this morning. May I inquire as to why?”

Wood grinned boyishly, in a manner Minerva was not accustomed to seeing from him since his Quidditch triumphs as a student at the school. In fact, he was positively radiating excitement, she hadn’t seen him this excited since he’d won the Quidditch cup his seventh year.

He shrugged. “No reason. Just woke up and felt bloody amazing. Beautiful day out, isn’t it?” He said, motioning to the sunny, autumn forests he could see out the adjacent window.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Wood. A very beautiful morning. Where are you headed off to, then?”

“Oh, just to get a bite to eat. Decided to eat up in my quarters, then go for a bit of a fly before the match this afternoon.” He shrugged, smiling at the thought of what awaited for him up in that bedroom.

“I will see you at the match, then.”

“Suppose so! Have a good day, Professor!” He chirped, jogging the rest of the way to the portrait of the fruit bowl. He tickled the pear, got some breakfast from the House Elves, who were pleased to see an old friend of Fred and George Weasley’s, and headed back up. A muggle song he’d heard was now stuck in his head, and he greeted students cheerfully, ignoring the sighs of adoration the girls sent him his way, until he arrived back at his rooms.

After saying the password and entering, he set the food out on the small table and heard the water shut off from the bathroom. The image of Lainey’s lithe, perfect naked body in the shower, water droplets cascading down her shoulders, breasts and back, hair wet and her dark eyes closed, steam rising, flooded his mind and he had to restrain himself when she entered the room shyly, clad only in a fluffy white towel. She smiled softly at him, awkwardly leaning in the doorway.

“Uh, you don’t have clothes I could borrow, do you?” She asked very awkwardly with a bit of a tremor in her voice.

Keep the clothes off, babe, he thought, but smiled, nodded, and walked towards her. As he came closer he noticed the sharp breath she drew in when his figure brushed gently past her own, and the spicy scent of his body wash on her glistening, tan skin was enough to make him want to jump her all over again.

He headed to his armoire and pulled out a pair of soft, dark blue boxers and a black t-shirt.

“These are a bit smaller... here you go.” He said softly, handing her the soft clothes. She smiled up at him, gratefully, her big brown eyes shy and demure instead of the vixen he’d seen in them the previous eve.

“Thanks,” She whispered, her pretty, low voice perfect in his ears.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll let you change.” He said, awkwardly after staring down at her a moment.

“Uh, all right.” She replied as he left the room, closing the wooden door behind him.

Left alone, she slipped off the towel and caught it, placing it gingerly on the edge of the bed. She pulled on the soft blue boxers, having to roll the waistband up a few times for them to fit on her slim hips, and pulled the soft, cotton t-shirt over her head, still too big on her. Towel drying her damp hair a bit, she looked at herself in the mirror, liking how his clothes hung loose and casual on her. She was incredibly sore in between her legs, and was walking strangely because of it, but she didn’t look any different otherwise. No “not a virgin” glow, no sudden burst of sexuality, nothing. She shrugged and headed into the next room with the towel, trying to get the water out of her dark tresses.

Wood turned when he heard the door opened and turned to look at her. She was walking strangely, no doubt the result of her first time, but she was radiant. She looked too cute and sexy in his clothes, which looked better on her than they ever would on him. A lazy, sated smile played across his features as she crossed silently, tentatively over the floorboards toward where he sat. She took the chair opposite him, sinking into it very slowly, as though she were settling into very cold water she was trying to let her body grow accustomed to. She curled her long, tan legs up onto the chair so she was sitting indian-style on the wooden chair of the table. Her long, soft hair, still damp, slipped over her shoulder and she hastily tucked it back behind her ear, shyly tracing the edge of the table with a perfect, soft hand. She watched her fingernail run gently along the edge of the wood, blushing, as she was aware of his incessant staring.

“Well,” she finally said, softly, still watching her finger tracing the curved outline of the table.

“Well,” He agreed, his heart melting. He knew it was time to wake up.

“I’m- I don’t know what to say, really,” She admitted, her low, pretty voice soft.

“Neither do I, believe it or not,” Wood whispered. There were about a million things he wanted to say and do to her there, more than anything he wanted to pull her deep into his arms and hold her for eternity, whispering sweet words to her about how beautiful and perfect she was, how he wanted her never to leave him. Once would never be enough, this would never be enough. It happened so fast, but he couldn’t even bear to lose her after this, damn his reputation to hell.

Lainey licked her lips. She felt like her heart was going to break if he told her it was a mistake, if he only saw her as an object, a pretty girl to take advantage of. If he let her go, saying she meant nothing, or even worse, telling her she meant the world but letting her go, she wouldn’t be able to function. She wanted him more than anything she’d ever thought she’d be capable of wanting, and it was hurting just to sit in the same room and be in his clothes smelling like him and not having him.

“What are you thinking?” She asked him quietly. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know what we do now,” He admitted, a hint of sad laughter in his voice.

Her eyes flickered up to his, and they understood.

“We shouldn’t-”

“I know.”

“It’s not right.”

“I know.”

“I mean, what reason do we have to do this? It’s irrational, immoral, innocuous...”

“I know, Lainey.”

“You’re my- my teacher.”

“And you’re my student. We don’t need to-”

“But I do!”
Don’Don’t feel pressure to do anything.”

“I’m not feeling pressured.”

“If you don’t want-”

“I want this. I want you.”

“But we can’t.”

“It’ll jeapordize everything.”

“If someone were to-”

“If someone saw-”

“We can’t.”

“I can’t not.”

“Grammar.”

“I- I- I need it. I don’t care how bloody stupid it sounds. I want this from you.”

“I want it from you, too.”

“But if you don’t want to-”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Er. No. What?”

“Do you want this?”

“Snowball’s chance in hell before I don’t.”

“Then we keep quiet. Be discreet. If anything happens, if anyone knows, anyone, your friends, a teacher, anyone- it’s over, and you lie. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” Wood sighed. “Now that that’s settled...” A wicked gleam in his deep brown eyes
shone in the dim lighting of his quarters. “Hungry for something?”


AN: Wonder what Wood\'s got in mind for his little lover? Review, and the next chapter will be up sooN! I tried to get more into the emotions of them this time, playing around with compiling and emphasizing certain contrasting ones in their respective forms, since emotions are never solitary. Yeah. Anyway. More sex coming up! (No pun intended) And yes, I do have a plot in store... but first, more hot Oliver Wood/Sean Biggerstaff sex. Whoever it is you visualize. Yay.

AN2: Smut will be frequenting the upcoming chapters. These past few have been pretty much a basis. But I do have a plan for this story\'s arc and potentially, depending on how well this goes, for a sequel. Yeah. So if you like it, or have ideas, lemme know. Pleeez.