Study Room

Halfway through January the cold was reluctant to leave. Spring would officially begin next month and it felt a long way away as the trees were yet to show signs of growing green once more.

It was Saturday, and she currently was studying in her bedroom. Throughout her home brown wood lined the floors and plenty of windows kept the two storey house bright. Her room's walls were a green and a big Georgian window brought in plenty of light. She had a window seat there and loved looking out and reading stories.

Now at her desk, studying was becoming tedious as she rolled her neck hearing the little cracks. As she shut her book, the door bell rang. It was morning still so she wandered who it could be at half ten.

Her mother answered the door and she heard voices exchange and the door eventually close.
"Fahmeen! Come down please."
She expected her mother's voice to be formal and stern. That huge argument happened a month ago but it was slowly repairing at home. Slowly.

She checked what she was wearing because it wasn't like her mum to not warn her of guests, when they did have them that is. Her family were a secluded one. Relatives kept far away and chose to exclude them after years of faking they cared for them. Eventually, her mother stopped trying with her family and they never attempted to contact them ever again.

Her clothes were still pyjamas. It was morning, it was justified. An off shoulder sweater top as it was cold and simple, soft leisure pants. Her hair was in a ponytail and a few fresh spots on her face made her cringe looking close up in her large mirror.

Walking down the stairs, she looked to the right and through the arch which joined the hallway and living room she saw her mother and professor in conversation.

Fahmeen's POV:

"Erm hi." I say and they both stand up facing me.
Rolf is smiling at me, his eyes quickly scanning my outfit and they lingered on my bare shoulder.
"Fahmeen. Your professor's been telling me of revision lessons he wants to do with you?" Mum looks at Rolf for confirmation.
"Yes, I do want to do that with her." He's amused as he says this and I'm a little surprised as this flies past my usually sharp mother. Or was I looking too much into his suspicious comment?

"You didn't tell me." My mum looks a little confused and hurt because I tell her everything but I promise I forgot. Rolf kept quiet about all this ever since he first announced it to me. And now he's at my home on a Saturday.
"I forgot, I promise." I had to deal with both their disappointed faces and it wasn't nice. I hated disappointing people.

I come down and join them in the living room and after a quick glance at him, I walk to my mum.
"Are we starting today?" I ask her. She looks behind me towards Rolf, eyebrows in question. He speaks behind me, it's deep and masculine and a voice I fail to get use to. It makes me hold back a shiver. He speaks and I feel like his words caress the back of my neck which I know he's looked at.

"Yes, I think your house would be a good start."

Fahmeen's POV:

Mum led us to her study room, it was in between the kitchen and living room. I watched her close the door behind her, leaving me and the professor by ourselves.

The room was long and narrow. One window and the desk sat beneath it. I stood by the desk chair and Rolf was opposite me. The walls were pale yellow and he wore a linen shirt. The top few buttons were undone and his sleeves were, as usual, rolled up. He wore jeans and his hair was half up and down.

"I like your PJ's."
He watched me smile at him and reached inside his bag.
"Thank you. They're really comfy."
He gets two copies of Antony and Cleopatra and a couple more books.
"I can imagine." He says, assembling his meticulous line of pens.

"Okay, I'll be back with another chair."
I grab one from the kitchen and see him waiting by the desk.

"You could've just sat in that one." I say to him, aligning the chairs next to each other.
He gestured for me to take the desk chair and I realise why, it's got more padding and therefore more comfortable.
"Thank you." I take my seat and he follows, sitting beside me.
"Don't mention it. Shall we start?" He asks.
I realise just how close we are, our knees are intimately touching, like I said it's a narrow room.

...

Rolf arranged this lesson to last for two hours. He said he didn't want to waste my Saturday and I wandered how much longer he would've initially thought of. He offered me in depth analysis on my writing and we had very enjoyable discussions on the characters. Our laughs and animated voices could be heard, I'm sure from outside these walls.

"I told you she was bad news! She basically killed him." I referred to Cleopatra's betrayal which led to the tragic demise of both lovers.

"No no, you got it wrong. Antony chose to do what he did. He went to war and ran away with her. His enemies plotted against him because of his own actions-

"Because of her." I interrupt.

"No not because of her. He made all these decisions, Fahmeen. He's a grown man."

"But he was in love with her, Rolf. He was vulnerable. Cleopatra used him. She never truly loved him."

He leans closer to me and it takes me back to our kiss. The smile is instant on both our faces.

"You think so? Was her love that selfish, she killed them both?"

"Her love killed them both, yes."
He sits back, contemplating my reply and takes my hand in his. Lost in thought, he's stroking my hand and I realise that's something we both like to do.

"You're stubborn." He leans forward and squints his eyes, challenging me.

"And you're kind of naive, Professor." I shoot back, mimicking his actions.

"You're naive too." He looks away from me, concentrating on drumming the table with his fingers.
"How so?" My interest is piqued.
"You're innocent... in some ways." This time he's watching my reaction.
"What ways?" I gulp, anticipating the direction of this conversation.
"Ways that surprised me."
"Was I a bad kisser?" Maybe I was. Oh no, maybe this was his way of telling me I'm a bad kisser.
"No." He's quick to reply. He shakes his head, smiling.

"It's a good thing. A very, very-
He's close to me again, and Rolf watches my lips.
"Sexy surprise." He whispers.
I lean forward a little meeting his lips. We are kissing once more and I feel his body relax into me.

All I can think of is unrestrained passion and sex.

His moan makes me clench down there and there's a fire in my belly. He pulls me onto his lap and our chests are pressed together. I wrap my hands around his neck, loving to lose my hand in his hair.

I'm quick to chase his rhythm and finally I gasp as his hands heavily feel me through my clothes. His lips go onto my bare shoulder, and I hear his wet kisses and sucking. I lean my head back lost in new sensations and feelings. A building desire I'm used to exploring on my own is now stirring with him. My head is back and I'm gripping the back of his head as he won't stop kissing me from my shoulder to my collarbone and tracing his tongue up my neck. I look down and meet his mouth in another kiss. My hands on his face and his fingers firmly squeezing my ass. He's pushing me onto the bulge in his pants. I don't think about it but I instinctively grind onto him. He's moaning into my mouth and we stop our kissing. Our foreheads are together and we are panting. I stop grinding.

"Don't stop." He swallows hard and tilts his head back and I'm so turned on watching him lost in pleasure.

The door handle begins to turn and he opens his eyes wide. I jump off of him and sit back on my chair as my mother walks in. Rolf sits right up to the desk, hiding his lower body underneath.

"How's it going?" My mother asks innocently and a wide smile on her face. I'm flushed as I look at her and I force a smile, discreetly trying to control my breathing.
"So good, Mrs. Mia. Your daughter is a fast learner." Rolf struggles to say, not looking back.
My mother's look is questioning to me and I shrug my shoulders and give her a thumbs up. She smiles back, pleased and leaves us to it once more.

I look at him and he looks back. Our smiles are instant.