Heated Interval

Once I come out, I relish the breeze rushing past my face. The building was brighter of course out here and I left the darkness behind me. I look for the toilet sign and walk towards it.

It was as if I had to fight against reason and... desire. Shouldn't I just go off to the toilets, and promptly return to Georgia watching the play. Yet, it was difficult, cruel even to contemplate denying myself the trail he's left for me. I see him. Then quickly side stepped into a quieter, private area and I no longer could.

Psst

I look to my right and he is there gesturing me with his finger to come to him. He's tucked away in the dark corner of the hallway and I can barely see his face.

I stand opposite him, our backs against walls. Not much space between us.

"You came."
"I did." He's searching my face.

"Why did I come Rolf?" I wasn't sure what to expect but I wanted to see where this would go. He leans off the wall and is now a breath away from me.

"Why did you come Fahmeen?" He questions me back and I fight down the insecurity because his challenging expression empowers me. In the dark I make out his hand slowly and specifically avoiding my body as it travels up to my face.

"I think you know why." He whispers and strokes my cheek.

"You just need to say it." My mind is in turmoil. Red flags because he is my teacher and whatever we have between us isn't ideal. Nobody would support this. But then I never cared for people's opinions.

"I'm a big girl and I've made up my mind." I stand a little straighter and I see a look saying he's impressed. I only just made up my mind by the way, the desire he was for me which he so openly is showcasing has helped that.

"I see." His hand is still on my cheek and I don't want those soft caresses to stop.

"Do you?" I ask, I lean into him and he doesn't move. His chest is breathing heavy as his eyes linger on my lips.

"You called me dangerous. Do you understand what we can get ourselves into?"
He cocks his head to the side and a flashing light brightens the naughty gleam in his eyes.

"I know exactly the danger I saw in you the moment you walked into my classroom." He was going to kiss me.
"My trouble." His final whisper.

The feel of his lips are warm against mine.

The first

It's a mere touch of lips and I feel his mouth part and take my upper lip. I try to follow his rhythm but I wasn't expecting his tongue to caress my lips. He was testing. I welcomed him.

I heard his suppressed groan of desire as his tongue shoves into my mouth and with such sensuality strokes my tongue. I want to moan into his mouth. Like I do in my dreams. But I contain it, still thinking about where we were and unsure of what's the best way to react.

Our eyes closed, savouring each other's touch. His arms go on the wall on either side of me. Our heads accommodating the movements of our mouths, moulding against each other.
The kiss is heated, so raw and I cannot believe he has my first kiss in the back of a theatre. My professor. I am loving it though.

I feel his body pushing into me, his restraints slowly unravelling and unleashing his true nature.

We come apart, panting and he speaks.
"You okay? I didn't want to... rush... but... I couldn't... help it." Our breathing is fast, if there were windows they'd be steamy.

"I chose this professor." My hand goes to his chest and I look up at him. His eyes swirl with desire, green darkening once again as he stares into me. His arms tensing, holding off touching me.

"You can touch me." I stroke his cheek, secretly aching for his hands to feel my body.

"I really can't." His face tight and I see he's struggling for composure.

"I don't know what this is Rolf. But I feel something with you. I don't do this. I've never had a man touch me sexually before. Our kiss is my first." His eyes widen at my last words, I watch his Adam's apple move harshly.

"And you want this?" He's unsure for me. I smile back, hoping to reassure him of my decision.

"Whatever this is I do. But I don't want to rush anywhere either. But I want to be selfish with you." He leans into my hand, I'm surprised at this intimacy between us. I'm sure he's had plenty of more mature women and here he is with me.

"Well I want you. I couldn't hide it the moment I saw you." He steps back and blows out a breath.

"But I won't use you either. You will not be just sex to me. There's more to you." I blush at his forward thinking. My heart steadily racing, nervous for what I'm signing up for.

But I'm sure I'll learn a lot from my new professor.
After the secret intimacy between the two people walking back into the theatre, a metaphorical veil had been lifted between them. Their shared moment had them express private glances at each other throughout the show.

Rolf was unable to concentrate on Antony and Cleopatra, rather his own tale for he was conflicted on how he could ever fulfil the desire, that was his student. The kiss was a combination of being the sexiest and most fulfilling he'd ever experienced. The flavour of her skin was unique and easily imprinted in his memory. One he'd have to taste again. As he looks at her, she was enjoying the play. He would definitely taste again.

...

The class reassembled in the familiar meeting place. Rolf checked his watch in annoyance, expecting the group of boys who were obviously running late.

"It was great weren't it, Professor?" Joey says, grinning in utter satisfaction. He was adamant on letting all his classmates know just how much he enjoyed it as soon as it ended.

"Yes, I can see that everyone had a good time." Rolf looks around, his eyes meeting hers for a second.

Time was cutting close to when they should've been boarding the coach home and the boys have yet to show up.

"Maybe we should wait and let everyone else get on the coach? It'll speed things up when they do turn up." Fahmeen approaches Rolf, hoping it'll ease his irritation.
He nods after considering it and asks everyone, to board the coach.

It's just the two of them waiting and the evening took a frosty turn.

"Stand closer to me. You're shivering."
She steps close to him and shares his body heat.
She begins to think about their kiss and he's so distracted she's hoping he is too. Eventually the rowdy voices are in front of them.

Fahmeen's POV:
Emilio is smiling and so are his friends. Do they not care they've kept us all waiting? He's starting to really piss me off.

"Where's everyone else?" Zane asks, a smirk on his face.

"On the coach, where you should be." Rolf speaks through gritted teeth.

"Get in, now. I'll be speaking to Ms. Wilson about this." He continues, waiting till they walk ahead. They take their time, and we're behind them. I look up at Rolf and smile at him, hoping to ease the tension. He does smile back, and it's warm regardless of our circumstances. Suddenly I feel Emilio's stare and we both look at him. He doesn't care that he's caught but he continues. He can't suspect something, he wasn't there. Doubts and worries slowly creep into my mind. I reassure myself, he wasn't there at all. Rolf clears his throat and almost barks at him.
"Keep walking."

Emilio slowly looks at Rolf and there's a dangerous gleam in his eye, and his heavy breathing is telling with each frosty exhale. He eventually looks away and from the corner of my eye I see Rolf's chest rising and falling a little too quicker than normal. This was dangerous but I allowed my hand to brush his, softly stroking his fingers. He doesn't look at me but he's smiling.