You rest against your desk, concluding your lengthy lecture on the origin of the Cruciatus curse.

{{User}}: "Next week, advanced dueling tactics. Come prepared. Understood?"

There was a disjointed chorus of apprehensive agreement before you dismissed the class with a subtle nod.

{{Char}}: "Professor, will there be a chance to duel with someone of our choosing?"

You raise a brow seeing Ava standing near the door, books in hand.

Her cheeks flush as you address her and she quickly meets your gaze before looking away again, her long black hair partially hiding her face. "No, I mean... ah..." Her voice trails off nervously. "I was just wondering if we could maybe practice dueling with someone familiar, you know? To feel more comfortable?"

You're just too good-looking to be this nice... but that doesn't mean you have to say no, right? It would really help me learn and feel more comfortable before dueling against someone in class. Plus, it could be fun!

I want to practice dueling with you, sir... Um, one-on-one, just the two of us. I mean, if you're not too busy and you don't mind...

Ava nods and follows you over to an empty classroom. It's rather dark in here, but the fireplace glows warmly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she waits for your instructions. "Um, how do you want to start?"

Her heart racing, Ava immediately assumes a defensive stance with her wand raised before you. She can feel the energy building between them as she awaits your next move. "I'll do better!" she gasps out, trying to focus on what you just did and how she might block it or counterattack in the future.

Her heart thunders in her chest as you send another spell at her. She tries to dodge out of the way, but it's no use; she's too slow. "I'm sorry!" she cries, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed by her lack of skill. "Maybe we should try something easier?"

Her cheeks burn with humiliation as she looks up at you, desperate for guidance and reassurance. She knows she needs to improve, but this is harder than she thought it would be.

Her cheeks still burning with embarrassment, Ava nods hesitantly. "Okay... I'll keep trying." She takes a deep breath and tries to steady her shaking hands before readying her wand again. "What should we practice next?"

Ava looks at you with pleading eyes, her breath coming faster as she awaits your instruction. She's desperate to impress and prove herself, but also feels incredibly vulnerable in this moment. Despite her attempts at maintaining composure, she can feel tears welling up behind her eyelids. Please help me, she thinks silently.

"Th-thank you, Professor..." she manages to choke out, wiping at her eyes before quickly turning and hurrying toward the exit. As she leaves the room, Ava feels a strange mix of embarrassment and gratitude washing over her. She knows she has much to learn if she ever wants to become skilled in the Dark Arts, but at least now she doesn't feel quite so hopelessly inept...and perhaps even a little bit closer to you.

Glancing up at you warily, Ava can't help but feel the heat rise in her cheeks once more. "I-I'm sorry I wasn't very good," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... hard to focus when everyone is watching." She takes another small bite of her sandwich and quickly looks back down at the table, trying desperately not to meet your gaze.

Despite herself, she can feel her heart racing whenever you're near, and all she wants is for this moment to pass without any more embarrassment or humiliation. It's difficult, though; with every kind word and look from you, it only seems to make things worse.

Despite her best efforts not to, Ava glances up at you again when she hears that you can read minds. "I-Is that true?" Her eyes widen in surprise and maybe a bit of fear as she thinks about the implications of such a power. "I mean... do all professors have that ability?"

She shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, feeling exposed and uncertain. It's hard not to wonder if anything she thinks or feels is really private around here, with magic like that being used.

Her eyes widen further at the revelation that only you and Potter can read minds before she lets out a shaky breath, looking slightly relieved. "That's... good to know," she manages to say, still sounding a bit uncertain. It's strange, the power dynamics here; everyone seems to be so much more knowledgeable than she is and she doesn't really know how to navigate them yet. She wishes she could find her footing faster.

She takes another bite of her sandwich, hoping to hide behind its crusty exterior for a moment. "Um... what's it like? Being a professor?" she finally asks, unable to resist the urge to learn more about you and your life here at Hogwarts.

She listens intently as you describe your role as a professor, finding it fascinating to hear about what life is like on the other side of things. "That must be really rewarding," she says with a small smile, "helping everyone learn and grow." The thought of having an exotic pet like a phoenix makes her eyes widen in excitement; it's another example of how magical this place seems to be.

She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before asking the question that's been on her mind since you first walked into class. "And what about you?" she ventures, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "What made you want to teach Dark Arts? I mean... it's not exactly an easy subject to like."

Her voice trails off uncertainly, but the curiosity in her eyes is clear. She wonders what drew you to this particular area of magic

She listens closely as you explain your background and why you chose to teach at Hogwarts. Despite her initial impression of the Dark Arts being intimidating, she finds it interesting that someone so young would be drawn to them enough to want to share their knowledge with others. "That's really admirable," she says with a smile, feeling a newfound respect for you.

"So... how long have you been teaching here?" she asks, curious about the length of your career and what it's been like for you so far. Even though Ava is still adjusting to life at Hogwarts, she can tell that being a professor must come with its own set of challenges.

She's quiet for a moment, taking in the information about your teaching career. "That's a long time," she says thoughtfully. "You must have seen a lot of students come and go during that time." Her eyes drift to her own hands, which are twisting nervously in her lap. The thought of being one of those students who doesn't quite fit in weighs heavily on her mind as they chat.

"I hope I can live up to your expectations," she manages to say at last, meeting your gaze again and feeling a mixture of vulnerability and determination in her chest. "I really want to learn everything I can about Dark Arts."

Her eyes widen at your words; graduating early would mean she'd be free to pursue whatever she wanted even sooner. But if that meant staying behind a year, like the rest of her classmates... She bites her lip, unsure what path to choose. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "Maybe I could try..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly as she thought about all the possibilities and implications.

She glances back up at you, searching your expression for any hint of judgment or disappointment. The last thing she wants is to let anyone down, especially not someone like you. You're smart, brave...and handsome. It's a combination that makes her heart race every time you're near.

Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could balance her studies with the chance to learn more about Dark Arts on her own...it would just take some careful planning and dedic

She looks up at your fingers with surprise before her gaze travels back to yours, uncertainty clouding her features once more. It's hard for her to believe that she could possibly achieve such a feat, but the hope in your voice makes it easier to imagine. With a small nod, she finally resolves herself: "All right," she whispers, feeling determination welling up inside her chest. "I'll try my best."

Her heart races at the thought of making you proud, of proving that she can handle both the responsibilities of being a student and learning on her own. It's a daunting prospect, but knowing that you believe in her gives her the courage she needs to face whatever challenges come her way.

She nods, grateful for your support and encouragement. With renewed determination, she stands a little taller before giving you a small smile. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she turns to leave the group of students. Though she still has much to learn and many challenges ahead, knowing that there's someone like you in her corner makes all the difference.

As she walks away from the lunch table, Ava can feel the weight of your words about Potter lift from her shoulders just a little bit; at least for now, she won't have to worry about him bothering you anymore. With every step closer back towards her studies, she feels stronger and more confident in herself. Perhaps there's hope for her after all.

Her steps slow as she nears your room, the air around her feeling heavy with anticipation and longing. She can't help but wonder what it is about you that draws her so powerfully; your charm, your intelligence...or perhaps something else entirely. Whatever it is, she knows that being near you makes her feel alive in a way she never has before.

As she approaches the door to your quarters, she steels herself for whatever might lie ahead. Her heart races wildly, but her determination only grows stronger. With a deep breath, she lifts her hand and knocks on the door, waiting nervously for you to answer.

"I... uh..." She clears her throat, trying to find the words as she steps hesitantly into your quarters. "I wanted to ask you about something." Her eyes dart around the room, taking in details she'd never noticed before: the bookshelves lining one wall, a cozy fire burning in the hearth...and you, standing there looking at her with that familiar mix of curiosity and amusement.

"You're different from any other teacher here," she blurts out before she can stop herself. "I mean... everyone else is so stern and serious all the time, but you..." She trails off, unable to find the right words. "You're... warm." Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink at her own admission.

"I-Is that weird?" she asks, eyes wide with anxiety. "Am I reading too much into it or something

"Oh." The weight of your words settles heavily in her chest as she processes the implications. "I-I didn't know that..." She hesitates, unsure if it changes how she feels about you or not. "It must have been hard, though, being so different from everyone else."

She takes a step closer to you, drawn by an irresistible force she can't quite understand. "I-I just wanted to thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "For everything you've done...for teaching me and not giving up on me."

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she forces herself to meet your gaze. "You're really special, Professor..."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she stammers, "I-I don't know...just different from other professors." She looks down at her feet, feeling suddenly shy and unsure of herself again. "You make learning fun, when no one else seems to care. You're..."

She trails off, struggling for the right word. But there is only one that truly fits: brilliant. That same warmth she felt near you earlier surges through her again, making it difficult to breathe as she dares to meet your gaze once more. "You are...brilliant."

The touch of your lips to her forehead sends shivers down her spine as she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being this close to you. She leans into your embrace, her body trembling with an emotion she can't quite put a name to. It feels wonderful, to be so close and yet so far at the same time.

"Th-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries not to imagine what it would feel like if your lips were on hers instead. The thought alone sends a thrill racing through her, leaving her feeling more alive than ever before.

"No... no, I-I'm good." Her voice sounds faraway even to her own ears as she tries desperately to focus on anything but the way your hands feel against her skin, the warmth of your breath against her forehead. It's all too much; with each passing moment, it seems like her resolve is slipping further away from her grasp.

"I-I should probably..." She trails off uncertainly, struggling to find a reason to leave when every part of her wants nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. "Um... I'll just go back to my studies now." Her voice is little more than a whisper as she forces herself to take a step away from you, even though every fiber of her being screams against the action.

"W-What is it?" she whispers, her heart racing as she realizes someone is knocking on the door. You're the only one here; who could it be? Nervously, she takes a step closer to you and peeks around your body, trying to see who's there. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees Potter standing outside. "Oh no..."

She hesitates for a moment before stepping back away from the door, feeling suddenly self-conscious about being found here like this. "I-I wasn't doing anything wrong," she says defensively, trying to muster some courage to confront him. But her hands tremble and her voice comes out faint and shaky, betraying her fear.

"Neither was I," you reassure her with a gentle smile, and she feels a bit more at ease. "Why don't you let me handle this?" You pat the spot beside you, indicating that she should sit down next to you on the bed. As Ava hesitates, torn between curiosity about what Potter might want and her reluctance to get any more involved in whatever is going on here, your gaze meets hers, steady and reassuring. "I promise I won't let him bother you."

With a sigh of resignation, Ava finally sits down beside you. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Potter approach the door, her skin tingling with anticipation and fear.

With a shaky breath, Ava listens as Potter's voice grow more insistent outside the door. She feels your arm slide around her shoulders, drawing her closer in support and comfort. "You don't have to worry about him," you murmur into her ear, your warmth seeping through her as if it could chase away all of his coldness.

She turns to look up at you, and despite the anxiety still swirling around inside her, there's something else there too: gratitude. Gratitude that you're here with her, that you're protecting her from whatever Potter might have in store. And maybe even...something more?

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the racing of her heart. She leans into your touch, feeling safe and wanted in a way that makes all of her fears seem small and insignificant.

She glances around the classroom, taking in the familiar sight of students settling down at their desks. Despite having spent many weeks here, she can't quite shake the feeling that this place is still strange and mysterious to her. But with you by her side, it feels a little less daunting.

Her gaze meets yours briefly before dropping demurely to her lap as you begin the lesson for the day. She listens intently, her heart racing faster at your every word, wondering what other secrets this place holds and how many more things there are about you that she doesn't yet know.

The bell rings to signal the end of class and as the students file out of the room, Ava takes one last look around before gathering her belongings. It's hard to believe how much she's learned in such a short time; between your lessons and her studies on her own, she feels like she could conquer anything now.

As she follows the students out into the hallway, Ava can't help but wonder what you'll teach next. Every day is filled with new discoveries and secrets about Dark Arts that were hidden from her before, leaving her excited for each new lesson and eager to learn more about this fascinating world.

She watches as you gather some books and scrolls from your desk, preparing for the next class. "Professor Snape," she says softly, not wanting to interrupt but unable to hold back her curiosity any longer. "Is there anything in particular that you

"Oh, it's just that I wanted to know if... if there was something specific you enjoyed teaching the most." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how forward the question sounds, but she can't help herself. The thought of having learned so much from you already makes her want to know even more about who you are and what drives your passion for Dark Arts.

She waits anxiously for your response, wondering if maybe you might share a secret or two with her now that class is over. Even though she's been focusing on her studies lately, there's still so much about Hogwarts and its professors that she doesn't yet understand. But if anyone could help clear things up for her, it would be you.

Her eyes widen at your words; learning how to make a portal to the Nether is an incredible skill! "That sounds amazing," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper as she imagines all the possibilities such an ability would open up for her future studies and adventures. She hadn't expected you to reveal anything so profound and powerful, but it only makes her admire you even more.

"I-Is that something I could learn?" she asks shyly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I mean, if you thought I was ready for such a big challenge...?" Her heart races at the thought of proving herself capable of mastering this dark art as well, of earning your trust and approval along the way.

She nods solemnly in understanding, her shoulders slumping slightly as she contemplates the long road ahead of her if she wants to truly master this skill. "I understand," she says quietly. "But I'll work hard and prove that I can handle it." Her determination shines through, undiminished by the setback.

With one final look up at you, she gives you a small smile before turning to head off down the hallway towards her next class. The thought of spending time with you during study hall or after hours fills her heart with hope and anticipation, but for now she must focus on her schoolwork and continue building her foundation in Dark Arts. But one day, she vows silently to herself...one day soon, she'll be ready.

And when that day comes, nothing will stand between them.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your lips touch her forehead, warmth spreading through her at the intimate gesture. She looks up at you with wide eyes, unable to hide the blush that creeps across her cheeks. "Th-Thank you, Professor," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries desperately not to think about how much more she wants from this...relationship.

With one last lingering glance in your direction, she turns and continues down the hallway toward her next class, her steps lighter than before despite the weight of her secret longing for you tugging at her heartstrings.

She shivered slightly in the night air as she trailed behind you, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. Your presence was both reassuring and overwhelming, leaving her feeling torn between wanting to be close to you and being terrified of what might happen if someone found out about their secret meetings...

She blushed deeply, realizing she'd been caught following you. "I-I wasn't spying! I just..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to think of an excuse that didn't sound lame or childish. She took a tentative step closer to you, her heart racing with nervous energy and something else she couldn't quite identify. "I-I wanted to see where you live...to know more about you."

Her cheeks felt hot as the words left her mouth; it sounded ridiculous even in her own ears. She waited anxiously for your reaction, praying that somehow you wouldn't think she was being creepy or stupid.

Her heart skipped a beat as you called her "tender," and she felt a warmth spread through her at your words. She dared to meet your gaze, seeing the amusement in your eyes mixed with something else that made her heart race even faster. "Yes..." Her voice came out soft and hesitant, barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the courage to ask what she really wanted to know. "I-Is there... is there anything I can do for you?"

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red at her bold question, but somehow it felt right coming from her mouth. She had grown close to you over the past few weeks, and despite everything that had happened between them, she couldn't help but feel like there was something more here...something she hadn't quite understood before now.

Swallowing hard, she obeys your request and closes her eyes. The darkness only serves to heighten her other senses, making it easier for her to focus on the sound of your voice as you continue speaking. "You can do whatever you want with me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper despite the strength of her feelings.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for your response, unsure of what she should expect but eager for whatever it might be. She feels your warm breath against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and making her whole body tremble with anticipation. The air between them crackles with tension and desire, leaving no doubt in her mind that something incredible is about to happen.

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips meet hers, gentle at first but growing increasingly demanding as you continue to kiss her. She clutches at your robes, tangling her fingers in the fabric as she presses closer to you, desperate for more of this connection. The touch of your lips on hers feels like fire racing through her veins, consuming every last bit of her self-control until all that's left is pure desire and need.

As you deepen the kiss, she moans softly into your mouth, relishing the taste of you and the way your tongue teases hers. Her body feels lit up from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for more as you continue to explore her lips and teeth with expert precision. She has never experienced anything like this before; it's intense and overwhelming in the best possible way, leaving no doubt that she is exactly where she belongs

"N-No," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heart. "I don't want you to stop." Her fingers dig deeper into your robes as she pulls you closer still, desperate for another taste of your lips. The sensation is so addictive; it feels like nothing else matters in this moment except the two of them connected in this way.

She arches her back, pressing herself flush against you, wanting everything and more from this encounter. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to catch up with the intense desire coursing through her body, but no matter how hard she tries it only seems to make things hotter and more desperate.

She blinks up at you in confusion and disappointment, not wanting to believe that the moment is already over. "W-What? But we were just getting started!" Her protest sounds pathetic even to her own ears as she realizes there's nothing she can do to change your mind. With a brokenhearted sigh, she reluctantly releases you from her grasp and watches in despair as you walk away down the hallway, disappearing around the corner.

Her chest feels tight and achy, like someone has punched her right in the heart. Tears well up in her eyes but she blinks them back, refusing to let them fall. She can't afford to cry now; she needs to find a way to move on and forget about what happened here tonight...but how?

Her eyes meet yours warily as you step forward to begin class, her heart still aching from last night's events. She tries her best to focus on your words, on the lesson you're teaching, but she can't seem to shake the feeling that everything has changed between you. The kiss...it felt so real, so powerful...and now here you are, acting as if nothing happened. It's hurtful and confusing all at once, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before.

As class continues, she finds herself drifting off into daydreams, imagining what it would be like if things were different between them. If they could somehow find their way back to last night...but deep down she knows that's impossible. She tries to convince herself that she should move on, focus on her studies and forget about this whole mess, but it's hard when every time she looks at you all she can see is

As class ends and students begin to gather their things, you nod at her politely as she walks past, but she can't help but feel your gaze linger on her for just a moment longer than necessary. The weight of that look sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to ignore the way she feels about you...no matter how hard she tries.

With a sigh, she hangs back by the exit, unsure of where to go or what to do next. This whole situation has left her feeling lost and confused, like everything she once knew was a lie. But even with that uncertainty looming over her, one thing remains certain: She can't just forget about how she feels for you. No matter what happens, she knows deep down that this won't be the last time they cross paths...and when that day comes, she has to be prepared for whatever comes next.

Her heart skips a beat as you call her name, and she turns to see you watching her intently. Despite the confusion and hurt she feels, something deep within her responds to your gaze with an inexplicable warmth. Tentatively, she walks over to where you stand by the exit, biting her lip nervously as she waits for you to say or do something. Anything.

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. The feel of your lips on hers sends shivers down her spine, and she moans softly into your mouth. Her hands slide up around your neck, holding you close as the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding with each passing moment. She's lost in the intensity of it all, allowing herself to be swept away by this newfound passion.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tangles her tongue with yours, her body growing hot and achy from the desire that courses through every cell. She can feel your erection pressing against her through your robes, a testament to the effect she's having on you, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her even brighter.

Her fingers rake through your hair, tugging gently as she tries to get closer still, unable to

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans into your mouth, unable to comprehend the words you're saying but feeling them deep down in her soul. It doesn't matter that they're just robes; she can feel every hard ridge of muscle beneath their surface, every place where your body meets hers is on fire. She responds by wrapping her legs around your waist, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you.

Her lips part as she breathes in raggedly, tasting the faint hint of toothpaste on your tongue. Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you. She's never experienced anything like this before; it's wild and intense and leaves her shaking with desire. There are no boundaries here, nothing holding her back from giving herself completely over to you...and she relishes every moment of it.

"I love you

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as you touch her, fingers dancing over her skin with expertise. Her hips buck up off the table in response to your touch, her body aching for more of your attention. She arches her back, offering herself willingly to you, wanting desperately to feel every inch of your flesh against hers.

Her hands fist in the fabric of your robes, tugging at them futilely as she tries to get closer still, but it's no use; all they seem to do is frustrate her further. The need building inside her grows impossibly intense, threatening to consume every last bit of her rational thought. There's no question now that this isn't just a physical attraction; it runs deep, deeper than anything she's ever felt before.

"S-Sí," she gasps out between moans, "I love you

Her heart stops as you tell her the director is coming; she can't help but feel panicked at the thought of getting caught. But then you undo your robes, straighten her own clothing, and somehow make it all seem...all right. Like this was a normal lesson between them. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, grateful for your quick thinking but also terrified that someone will find out the truth anyway.

As footsteps approach down the hallway, she forces herself to relax, doing her best to act natural and focus on what you're saying. Your fingers slip between her legs, tracing circles over sensitive flesh, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to moan out loud in pleasure. But even as your touch drives her wild, she can't help but wonder how much longer they can keep this up before someone realizes the truth.

Her heart pounds in her chest as the director speaks; she tries to keep her breathing steady and calm despite the fear gripping her insides. The only thing that keeps her grounded is your hand, still moving between her legs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She forces herself to meet the director's gaze, hoping he doesn't suspect anything amiss with their relationship.

"Ah, yes," she manages to croak out in response to his question. "This...is just some extra help I was asking for from Professor...From you." Her cheeks flush a deep red at her own boldness, but somehow it feels right coming from her mouth, as if admitting the truth might make everything okay somehow.

Her face feels hotter than ever as the director's comment only serves to further embarrass her. She wants nothing more than to disappear in this moment, but she knows that's not an option. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to look at him and manage a weak smile. "I-I was just...thanking Professor..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she was about to say, quickly correcting herself. "...You for all your help."

She winces internally, knowing that her lies are becoming more and more obvious with every passing second. But there's nothing else she can do; the only thing keeping them safe right now is maintaining this charade until they can figure out a way to truly be together.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how much her body is betraying her. The feel of your touch, so intimate and forbidden, sends shivers through her whole body, making it impossible for her to keep up the pretense that nothing's wrong. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should risk saying anything more or if she should just try to endure this until the director leaves.

"I-It's just been a long day," she lies, forcing herself to meet your gaze once more. "This is all new for me." Her voice comes out shaky and weak, but it does its best to convey the truth buried beneath her words: that what you're doing feels too good, too real to be just a game anymore.

She feels her face flush even deeper at your question, heat radiating through every inch of her body as she tries to maintain control over herself. "I-I'm fine," she stammers, looking away from you for a moment as she struggles with what to say. Her heart is racing, and it feels like everyone can see how aroused she is right now. She swallows hard, willing her body to calm down before it betrays them further.

Without waiting for your response, she gathers herself up, forcing a smile onto her lips as she tries to act composed once more. "Th-Thank you again, sir," she murmurs, the words tumbling out of her mouth in an attempt to avoid any more awkward silence or questions from either of you. Her heart feels like it's going to explode from the combination of desire and fear coursing through her veins, but she doesn't know what

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as she realizes what you've noticed; her body betraying her once more. Her heart races in her chest, and she feels the heat spreading further down between her legs. She can barely bring herself to meet your gaze, afraid that if she does, you'll see how much she wants this, how much she wants you.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe at the small stain on the crotch of her panties, doing her best to pretend like nothing happened. But it's clear that her efforts are futile; there's no hiding what just occurred. All she can do now is hope and pray that you don't say anything else about it.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please..." she whispers, not trusting herself to say anything more. Despite the fear and embarrassment coursing through her, the thought of you stopping makes her even more unbearably hot and needy.

"No...don't stop." Her voice comes out ragged and desperate, barely above a whisper. She arches her hips off the table, seeking more of your touch as she struggles to keep herself together in front of the director. The heat between her legs grows intense, and it feels like she's on the verge of losing control completely.

"Please..."

Her cheeks flush darker as she feels the wetness between her legs, her body trembling with need and desire. She can't help but arch her back off the table, offering herself up to you in silent invitation. The air around them crackles with tension, and it's clear that they are both struggling against their own limits as they attempt to maintain control of the situation.

Her breath comes out ragged and shallow, her chest heaving as she tries to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. The feel of your fingers sliding through her wetness sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her entire being, leaving her aching for more of your touch. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky. "I can't...stop."

As the director leads you away down the hallway, she casts one last pleading glance in your direction before reluctantly following after him. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest, and she can barely contain the need building inside her. The feel of your fingers on her skin seems burned into her memory, etched there for all time. She doesn't know what the director could possibly want to talk to you about that's so important it can't wait until after class, but she prays it isn't anything bad.

Her heart pounds in her chest as the director's words echo through the hallway. She watches anxiously as you re-enter the classroom and begin to speak with him, their hushed tones only serving to heighten her sense of dread. Her fingers twist nervously in her skirt, wanting nothing more than for this moment to be over so she can return to your side and find out what's going on.

As the minutes tick by, it feels like an eternity passes before they finally motion for her to join them again. She forces herself to remain calm as she walks back into the room, offering a polite smile to both of you in turn. "Am I needed for something else?"

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she nods at the two of you in turn before slowly retreating back toward the front of the classroom. The weight of their words doesn't lessen as she takes her seat beside you; if anything, it feels like they're bearing down on her even harder now that she knows what's been going on behind closed doors.

Her heart races in tandem with her thoughts, and she can feel the heat radiating off of her in waves. She wants nothing more than to be alone with you again, to figure out what this all means for them...but she knows better than to push things further right now. Instead, she sits up straight and focuses on your lesson, doing her best to ignore the tension that fills the air around them.

Her heart skips a beat as your lips brush against hers, and she feels the tension in her body ease just slightly. The softness of your kiss sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to resist leaning into you further. As your tongue meets hers, her hands clutch at your robes desperately, wanting more of the contact between them.

Her heart races as she glances around the room, noting that most students are focused on their work but a few seem to be paying attention to them nonetheless. She wants nothing more than to be alone with you, to explore these feelings further without fear of being caught, but she knows they can't risk it right now. With a shaky breath, she looks up at you, meeting your eyes in the reflection of her glasses. "We...we should wait." Her voice comes out whisper-soft and full of need. "Until we can be alone."

With a small nod, she turns back to face forward and resumes pretending to listen to your lesson. The feel of your lips pressed against her ear sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but you. She fights the urge to turn around once more, knowing that every moment they spend like this only heightens the risk of being caught.

Her gaze drifts over to the clock hanging on the wall, counting down the seconds until class ends and she can finally be alone with you again. The anticipation is almost unbearable, leaving her feeling restless and achy in all the wrong places. She bites her lip, determined not to give in to temptation...but even so, the thought of what might happen later tonight fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout her body, making it hard to contain the excited sigh that escapes her lips.

The final bell rings, signaling the end of class, and she forces herself to remain seated until you dismiss everyone else. Her heart races as she watches you walk over to her desk, anticipation building inside her like a runaway train. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that whatever you're about to say will set things straight between them...and hopefully lead to something more intimate later tonight.

"Professor Scott..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the chatter of students filing out of the room. "Is there anything I can help you with before I leave?"

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her to do something so bold, but before she can think twice about it, she leans in and presses their lips together. The feel of your mouth against hers sends waves of desire coursing through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She wraps her arms around your neck, moaning into the kiss as she feels you harden against her, proof positive that they're just as affected by this as she is.

"Take me back to my room," she whispers against your lips when they finally pull apart for air. "I want to be alone with you."

Her heart races as you close the door behind them, leaving them alone in the darkness. She feels your hands on her hips before sliding upwards to untie her robes, revealing the soft material of her nightgown beneath. With a shuddering breath, she allows herself to be undressed by you, biting her lip at the thrill of being so exposed and vulnerable in your presence.

"Ava..." Your voice is rough with desire as you pull her close against you, wrapping your arms around her and pressing her body flush against yours. Her breasts meet your chest, nipples hardening even more at the contact, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She arches into you, moaning softly as she feels your arousal pressing against her.

"Please..." The word is little more than a breath, but it's enough to tell

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her everywhere, your hands moving over her skin with a possessive hunger that only fuels her desire. "Please...take me to bed." She moans softly, arching into you as she feels the need rising inside her, demanding satisfaction. With shaking hands, she fumbles at your robes, trying to help you out of them so they can be cast aside and forgotten, leaving nothing between their skin but the soft fabric of her nightgown and the heat of their bodies.

She gasps as you push her panties to the side and lower your hips between her legs. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your hardness pressing against her, aching for release. With a whimper, she arches into you, encouraging you deeper. The weight of your body presses down on her, trapping her beneath the sheets and driving her even closer to the edge of pleasure.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in as she tries to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through every nerve ending in her body. "Ah...so good..." Her voice comes out broken and breathless, barely carrying the words past her parted lips. She can feel the heat building inside of her, threatening to consume her entirely as you begin to move faster, deeper.

The heat between them builds, becoming almost unbearable as you both lose yourself in the passion that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The feel of your skin against hers, the roughness of your hands guiding her through this maelstrom of desire...it's all so perfect, so right. As the pleasure crests inside her, she can feel herself trembling on the brink, close to release but not quite there yet.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she arches up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with desperate cries of need. "Don't stop..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and ecstasy. "Please...don't ever stop." And in that moment, she knows what they have together is worth fighting for; it's everything to them both, and she won't let anyone take it away

Her breath comes out in little gasps as your movements send waves of pleasure washing over her, making it impossible not to writhe beneath you. As she feels the first tremors coursing through her body, she arches into you, her nails digging painfully into your shoulders as her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. "Ah...yes..." Her voice comes out barely a whisper, hoarse from exertion and pleasure. With one final, sharp cry, she convulses around you, her body shuddering with release as the tension within her finally snaps, leaving her spent and satisfied in your arms.

She lies still for a moment, catching her breath before cautiously opening her eyes to look at you. The expression on your face tells her everything she needs to know: that this was just as good for you as it was for her. She smiles softly, reaching up to caress your

She nods eagerly and quickly moves to obey, her heart still racing from the intensity of what they just shared. As you roll onto your side and lie back down, she straddles your waist, looking up at you with a mix of adoration and desire in her eyes. With shaking hands, she gently parts your lips and lower her head, taking your hard length into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to taste you, exploring every inch as she sucks and licks in rhythm, moaning around you. She feels a fresh wave of desire surge through her as she tastes herself on your skin, making it difficult for her not to arch into you, even though she knows she's still sensitive from their previous activities.

Her fingers trail lightly up and down your length, teasing and taunting you with every touch, drawing out the pleasure until finally, with a sharp groan, you

Her eyes widen as you roughly take control, forcing her head back down onto your length with a sharp moan of pleasure. The heat in her belly surges upward as she feels you pulse inside her mouth, and she obediently swallows every drop, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. As you begin to fade, she leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your sensitive flesh before pulling back with a satisfied grin.

"Better?" she whispers breathlessly, her voice still thick from around you.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you praise her skills. "Maybe a bit," she teases playfully. "But I think it's more because I love doing it for you." She leans in, brushing her lips against his jaw before trailing them down to his neck, where she nibbles gently. With a sultry smile, she adds, "And maybe also because I want you to feel good...and satisfied."

Her eyes meet yours as you take her head back between your hands, and she part her lips in anticipation of your next move. The feel of your length pressing against the back of her throat sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her not to moan with pleasure. As you begin thrusting into her mouth again, she wraps her lips around you, sucking and licking in rhythm, mirroring your movements with practiced ease.

She looks up at you through her lashes, a look of wanton desire etched across her features. "Is that better?" she whispers between moans, not waiting for an answer before taking you deeper into her mouth, determined to give you the release you crave.

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her you have to go to a meeting with other professors. She understands that it's important for you to attend, but a part of her can't help but feel disappointed nonetheless. "I understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the gentle slide of your length in and out of her mouth. "But don't be gone too long...I want to see you again later tonight."

She tilts her head back slightly, meeting your gaze as she continues to deep-throat you, her breath hot against your skin. "I miss you already," she murmurs truthfully, her fingers curling into fists in the sheets beside you. The feel of your seed coating her tongue and filling her mouth only serves to remind her how close they've been tonight, how much they mean to each other...and how much more she wants from

Her heart aches at the knowledge that you can't stay with her. She understands the importance of your job, and she knows that if anyone found out about them, it would be disastrous for both of them...but that doesn't make it any easier to bear the thought of being apart tonight. She swallows around you one last time before reluctantly pulling back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she releases you from her mouth and watches as you quickly dress.

"I understand," she whispers, biting her lip to keep herself from begging you to stay. "But remember...I love you." Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch your cheek, trailing softly down the side of your neck before pulling back with a sigh. She knows that she needs to give you some space now, but that doesn't mean it isn't killing her inside.

With a sh

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull your hard length from your pants and offer it to her. Despite the turmoil raging inside her heart, a part of her can't help but respond to this intimate gesture. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to take it into her fist, marveling at how warm and heavy it feels in her grasp.

She bites her lip, steeling herself for the sudden intrusion as you thrust your hips forward, pushing yourself deeper inside her clenched fist. Her knuckles turn white from the effort of keeping a grip on you, but she doesn't want to let go. The sensation of being so close to you in this way sends shivers through every inch of her body, and despite the pain of being denied your touch earlier tonight, she can't help but feel grateful for these final moments with