At Mine

Rolf's POV:

The smile couldn't be wiped off my face today. Whoever was watching me must be miserable. I left the note back in my desk drawer and don't intend on keeping it close to me as a lasting reminder of the past terrible week. She's given me a second chance and I know a perfect way to steer us in the right direction with this relationship of ours. If I could, I would proudly state I'm with somebody but too many questions were never a good thing.

My steps were energised as I joined the herd of students leaving the building as it was past 3. I planned finishing early today, I need to devise a plan. A way we can have a first date. Something private, comfortable and just the two of us. My place. Theoretically it sounded easy but, things are always proving to be a challenge when it comes to the two of us.

Fahmeen's POV:

I gave Georgia the shirt and asked if she'd return it to Aston. She was eager to meet him after I described Sunday's eventful night out. I texted him and he was okay with it. I have an inkling they'd get on like a house on fire.

I stood waiting for my mother, I was lucky enough to get a lift home today rather than the rowdy bus. Humming to myself, I kept a look out for the familiar black car my mum drove. It was her pride and joy. A BMW.

"Hey."
I turn to see Rolf smiling at me. He's wearing a trench coat with one of his shirts underneath and he looks so incredibly sexy. I was more into the rough look but he's opened my eyes to suits and ties.

"Hi." My smile beats his and he chuckles at me.
"I thought we could have one of our lessons, at mine tonight?"
"At yours? Just me and you?"
"Finally." He breathes out, and I notice he's keeping a distance from me. We're getting better at this.
I imagine his place, maybe an apartment in the more built up parts of town. I'm not nervous but happy he's suggesting this. Only one problem, how do we do this?

"What do I tell my mum? I can't lie to her. But we can't tell her either."
"Say... we have a lesson. That's the truth. But just don't mention where."
I cross my arms.
"You don't think my mother would want to know where I am?"
He sighs and scratches his head. I can't help but watch the way his shirt creases with the movement and stretches across his hard body.
"Okay the plan was to have our first date tonight. I just thought of it but it seems like a bad idea."
I wasn't expecting that. It was hard not to go up to him and touch him in some way. I hated seeing him frustrated.
"Wait. Let me think."

I have this thing not to lie. Even little ones. But I don't want to miss any chances with Rolf. One small lie can't hurt.

"Okay. We'll just say we're studying at the library and you'll drop me of home."
"Wait." He steps forward and his hand reaches out to me but he quickly stops it.
"Are you sure you want to say that? No regrets?"
"I'm sure I won't regret this." God, I so desired to stroke his face then. Watch as his eyes flutter shut at my touch.

He looks so pleased, and I detect mischief in his eyes as he watches me.
"Mum's here." I knew it was her because she was blasting Duran Duran. Rolf follows as I walk to her window. She's kind of confused as she sees us two and is obviously wandering why I'm not getting into the car. She turns down the volume and winds down the window.

"Mum, Professor Rolf has asked me if I wanted to continue the extra lessons today? In the library?"
"I'll drop her off, Mrs. Mia, whenever you want." He says.
My mother takes in the information and eventually she smiles.
"To the library in town?"
I nod and bite my lip, hating the lie so easily coming out.
"Okay, Professor can you drop her home by 6?"
"Of course. No later than that. She can ride with me."
My mother nods and she looks at me.
"Professor, can you wait for me?" He understands and goes to his car. I watch where he's parked and look back at my mother.

"You sure you want to do this? Why not just stick to the weekends?"
"It's better to increase the lessons, I feel like they're benefiting me a lot. Exams are creeping up."

She understands and proceeds to tell me to remember to text her my whereabouts and I assure her before making my way to Rolf's car.
I sit inside and he starts the engine. Heat floods through my body just being so close to him in his car. It smelt like leather and the cologne he always uses. Woodsy and fresh. His hand grips the steering wheel tight and all I can hear is our breathing with the car running in the background. Finally he speaks,

"Are you ready?"

Fahmeen's POV:

Rolf drives us into an underground car park. As it's winter, all the lights were on and we past by other flashy cars. It was a soothing journey, a smooth ride with a self assured driver. There was something sexy about men driving. Was it the way their arm stretches out and they're leaned back in their seat? Or was it just the idea of being alone with him and trusting him to take you anywhere? I couldn't help myself as I'd look his way every so often but he'd catch me. One time my dress rode up and before I could brush it down, his hand was on my naked thigh. My breathing became shallow and I just had to turn my head to the window. He kept it there and stroked it, whilst he drove us to his home.

It was like a fire being gently stoked, the intensity between us. And now we're sitting outside of his apartment and I'm waiting for him to say something.
"I didn't bring my books." I admit, keeping them in my locker so I didn't forget them for tomorrow.
Rolf turns his head and looks at me.
"Good."

...

"Your place is super fancy."
"Nah it's just the car park, the building itself is ordinary." He takes us into the building. There's no doorman or marble floors. It's actually pretty ordinary but I like it. The receptionist is friendly and smiles our way. Rolf doesn't seem worried of us being seen together. We were a good distance from the school.

We ride the elevator and I stand beside him.
"I'm near the top. Hope you're not scared of heights, I have a crazy view."

He looks at me, and I reassure him with a smile.
"I'll be fine." Our eye contact is lingering with the cliche elevator music in the background. I see his eyes drop to my lips and I know what he's thinking. He leans in and we kiss. My arms go on his shoulders and he wraps his around my waist. Our position makes me very aware of how big he is. I allow my hands to feel his biceps, running them up and down as we continue our make out. His hands are wandering my body, and I have to admit it feels too right for him to do so. My body is yearning for something it's never had before. It's crazy how one person can do that.

Rolf feels different this time. He's showing me his lack of restraint. He's walked us towards the back of the elevator and I can't hear the music anymore, just our moans and breathing. He leaves my lips and immediately kisses my neck. I close my eyes lost in the sensation of his tongue tasting my skin.

I can tell my clothes are restricting his exploration, his teeth grip the edge of my dress and it's dangerously close to my breasts. He kisses above the lining of my bra and I realise just how far he's pulled down my dress. No longer is he kissing but frozen. I look down and find his scorching gaze tracing my bra.
"I imagine you in black."
His fingers follow his line of sight and he's cautious not to touch my skin. I'm pulling him closer to me and he senses my increasing need. He places one last kiss on my collarbone and stands up straight.

"I hope you're hungry, I was planning on cooking us dinner." My arms are still around him and I instantly melt at his confession. He cooks?!
"I'll have whatever it is you're serving." I honestly didn't mean that sexually but his look told me I was too late as he swooped in for another heated kiss. I could only giggle, as he playfully snuggled into my neck afterwards. I was terribly ticklish.