Chapter Text
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
-Othello
The quaint space of the slightly darkened reference room was almost eerily quiet around me as I stood pressed tightly up against the room’s farthest facing wall, and desperately attempting to somehow get my frantically fearful breathing at least somewhat under control. The tall slender frame of my literature professor was pressed firmly against my trembling form as he held one of his long fingers very gently against my soft full lips, and the scent of his skin so close to mine after our most recent intimate encounter, well it was almost impossible to bear. I kept my anxious emerald eyes glued to the entrancing stare of the man towering above me as we silently waited for whoever it was that had opened the door only moments before to finally reveal their true identity, and then finally after a few more seemingly endless moments of almost deafening silence, the mystery visitor finally decided to speak.
“Tom?” I heard a woman with a soft incredibly sultry sounding voice call from the other side of the room just as I watched the man above me very slowly close his beautiful ocean colored eyes, and then tighten his jaw to the point of what appeared to be quite intense pain.
“Tom, I know that you are down here, love. Why don’t you stop playing games, and come out and have a chat with me for a bit. We both know that I am not leaving until you do.” The woman continued as I heard the sharp click of expensive sounding heels collide with the floor beneath them, and then the soft chuckle of said woman follow immediately after her incredibly elusive words had been spoken.
“Sit tight, darling. I’m going to go take care of this. I will be right back.” Tom whispered very softly against my cheek as he finally opened his suddenly exhausted appearing eyes, and then took a very small step back away from my body. My heart began to flutter from deep inside of my chest as my nerves practically lit on fire from just beneath my skin at the thought of Tom and I possibly being so unnecessarily discovered, and my brain immediately began screaming at me that there was very big trouble not too far ahead. This is bad, Lucy. This is very very bad.
“But…” I began to whisper just as Tom then turned quickly toward the center aisle that led back to the only entrance to the small room, but then I hesitantly decided to hold my tongue, as I realized that my protest would most likely do me absolutely no good anyway.
The silence around me was suddenly almost palpable as the only sound that I could clearly hear was that of Tom’s dress shoes hitting the incredibly worn floorboards just beneath his feet, and also the voice of reason inside of my head that screamed at me to simply just turn around and run. My heartbeat pounded from deep inside of my veins as a million horrible outcomes to the scenario unfolding around me began to run rampant throughout my mind, and my fingers shook at my sides as I couldn’t help but wonder who exactly the sultry voiced woman on the other side of the room truly was. The seconds ticked by as if they were hours as I waited for the two people now on the other side of the room to finally speak to one another so that I could at least get a few answers to the questions that suddenly now burned so wildly inside of my mind, and finally after what felt like an eternity, they finally did.
“Well hello, Professor. I see that you still enjoy the library just as much as you used to. Tell me, is it the quiet atmosphere that you find so alluring or is it all the dark little corners in which you can retreat to that entices you the most?” I suddenly heard the unknown woman ask just as I finally allowed myself to spin slowly around on my heels, and then narrow my eyes tightly, in attempt to peer over the books on the shelf sitting before me in order to gain a better view. I couldn’t see everything, but I could definitely see that this woman needed at least one extra layer of clothing than she was currently wearing.
“What are you doing here, Rachel? I thought that you were headed back to the city after the meetings ended?” Tom asked in a very dry tone of voice as I watched him push his strong hands deep into his pockets, and then relax back slightly on his heels. I swallowed thickly as I felt my heart pick up speed once again inside of my chest in pure uncontrollable anxiety, and my stomach begin to twist tightly into quite painful knots.
“I thought about going home, but my flat just seemed so empty after being able to be with you all day. It’s been a long time, Tom.” The woman answered as I watched her take a step closer toward my literature professor in her far too tight pencil skirt, and in turn, cause Tom to straighten up his posture just slightly. Oh, I didn’t like this. I didn’t like this one little bit.
“Not nearly long enough, darling.” Tom quickly responded in a tone of voice that was laced with an almost painful level of sarcasm as I watched him shift his weight slightly uneasily once again, and then run one of his large hands through his now very messy copper colored hair. The woman laughed low in her throat once again, and then she pushed her dark chestnut colored hair carefully away from her pristinely made up face.
“Oh come now, don’t be like that. We both know that you don’t hate me near as much as you pretend to. I saw the way that you looked at me while Edwin was prattling on about the fundraiser budget. You miss me, Tom. You miss me and you know it.” She said just before my heart sank deep into the knots that now made up the entirety of my stomach, and I felt a painfully thick lump form just at the center of my now uncomfortably dry throat.
“I will be any way that I please, Rachel. If I looked at you in any manner today whatsoever, it was strictly a professional one. Also, and I cannot stress this fact enough, I most certainly do not miss you.” Tom retorted in the same dry tone of voice that he had used ever since he had begun speaking to the horrible woman standing in front of him, and then once again started messing with his now completely disheveled hair. Was he nervous? Was Professor Hiddleston actually nervous?!
“Well, that is a shame, Professor. I just so happened to have a room at the Quay West just about fifteen minutes away, and I was hoping that you would not make me go to it alone. I seem to remember our last stay there being very...memorable.” Rachel said in a very suggestive tone of voice just as my heart managed to somehow drop even lower into my stomach, and my blood began to boil even more wildly from inside of my veins. There was another silence as I waited for Tom to suddenly confess his undying love for the mystery woman that was now shamelessly propositioning him and then take her right there on the nearby table just as he had me only moments before, but instead the silence surrounding me relentlessly continued.
“Memorable is one word for it, I suppose. “ Tom finally responded as I watched him cross his arms very tightly across his chest, and continue staring daggers at the woman standing before him. Rachel smiled seductively as I watched her very slowly run her tongue over her crimson painted bottom lip, and then much to my dismay, take three very elegant steps closer toward where my literature professor stood. I felt my heart begin to throb painfully hard against my ribcage as I watched her finally settle just a few inches away from Tom’s face, and then run one of her fingers very slowly over her lip just as her tongue so recently had. I did not like where this was going. Not one little bit.
“I can think of a few more adjectives that I think we both could agree would be far more suitable, Professor. A few that just might remind you of exactly how much you truly do miss me.” Rachel said in a very low throaty tone of voice as I watched her drop her hand down to the front of Tom’s dress shirt, and then drag one of her perfectly manicured fingernails very slowly down the length of it. The lump in my throat grew even larger than before as I felt the knots in my stomach immediately drive me to the point of absolute nausea, and my fingers begin to shake so hard against my sides that I felt as if I might have actually been having some sort of mild seizure.
“I think it's time for you to go, Rachel. Your hotel is a bit of a drive from campus, and it is already very late. I would hate to think of you wandering around alone in the dark like this.” Tom said in a slightly annoyed, but still somehow considerate sounding voice as I watched him take a very small step back, and further distance himself from the touch of the woman standing before him. You might want to take another step back, Professor. You know...just to be safe.
“Well, you wouldn’t have to think of me being alone in the dark if you would come with me instead. We don’t have to make this a big deal, darling. We could just...catch up.” Rachel shamelessly propositioned once again as she took yet another completely unnecessary step closer toward Tom, immediately closing the distance between them that he had so recently created.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but Rachel darling, you are absolutely the last person on this planet that I would ever want to spend my time catching up with. Now, if you would please excuse me, I have some research to get back to for a lecture that I am expected to give tomorrow, and I would much rather attend to it than continue talking to you.” Tom said in a very dry angry tone that sent a chill through me, and temporarily restored my brain to its usual functioning. See, everything is going to be fine, Lucy. He is telling her to leave.
It was then, just after I felt myself finally beginning to at least somewhat breathe comfortably once again in my hiding spot behind the bookcase, that one of the worst things that could have possibly happened, actually did. As I stood attempting to slow the blood that still rushed so painfully fast through my completely overworked veins, that I suddenly found myself watching in silence as Rachel took yet another very unnecessary step forward, and then leaned up just slightly toward Tom. I watched as she closed her deep walnut colored eyes just as she slowly parted her perfectly painted crimson lips, and then I continued to watch as she then very hungrily molded her mouth to his. My heart went from a wild roar to barely beating inside of my chest as I continued almost unwillingly watching the horrific scene that was unfolding before me, and my breathing quite literally nearly stopped flowing from within my suddenly burning lungs. I swallowed thickly as a sick feeling settled somewhere between the knots inside of my stomach, and I desperately fought against a very foreign feeling of rage that immediately caused my hands to ball into shaking fists at my sides. Get yourself together, Lucy.
“Good night, Rachel.” Tom finally said just as the woman before him finally pulled back away from his lips, and then he took a small step back once again in my direction. Rachel’s once self-assured smile very slowly faded from her face as she seemed to intently study the man standing before her, and then after a few very quiet moments, she smoothed her shoulder length dark hair very carefully away from her face.
“Who is she?” She asked suddenly, completely ignoring Tom’s last few words, and immediately causing me to idiotically feel hopeful once again. I didn’t know what I wanted him to say, but I desperately wanted him to say something...anything to make the completely unnecessary feelings inside of me go away.
“We have been through this before, Rachel. I don’t have to be sleeping with someone else in order to not want to sleep with you. Now, if you'll please excuse me, I believe you were about to tell me good night.” Tom replied sternly as I saw him very challengingly stare back at the woman in front of him, and after a few moments of hesitation, Rachel finally appeared to give up in her fight.
“Good night, Tom. I truly hope that this one is worth it, but unfortunately love, I must admit I have my doubts. You have never looked at another woman the way that you looked at me, and deep down, I think that we both know you never honestly will.” She said very egotistically as she then slowly nodded, and eventually turned on her heels, just before finally (and thankfully) taking her leave from the room. I felt like I was going to be sick.
Silence once again completely engulfed the room around me as I very slowly finally stepped out from behind the bookcase that sat between myself and the far facing wall, and then incredibly carefully made my way down the center aisle of the small reference room toward my only visible escape. I kept my eyes straight ahead toward the open door before me as I knew that now was absolutely no time for me to speak even one word to my literature professor since I knew that no good could possibly come from anything that came out of my mouth, but even though I desperately tried to do what I thought was best, Tom refused to let me get off that easy.
“Lucy…” He started in a slightly hushed tone of voice that carried an emotion that I didn’t even want to begin to understand mere seconds before I finally reached the threshold of the door, but I cut him off before he could get any further in his speech.
“I should probably get back upstairs before Emily and Benjamin start to worry that something is wrong. Good luck on your research, Professor.” I stuttered out idiotically knowing full well that Tom’s excuse to Rachel for being in the reference room so late had been a complete and total lie in order to cover up our most recent scandalous activities, but due to the strangely uncomfortable feelings that we suddenly raging inside of me, I was willing to say almost anything in order to get out of that room unscathed. I would’ve even said that I liked Shakespeare if I had to. But, ONLY if I had to.
“Lucy, I can see that you are upset. Darling, if you would just allow me to…” Tom began once again just as he took a slow step closer toward me, and then carefully reached out his hand. I took in a deep breath as I desperately fought the urge inside of me that begged me to simply surrender and allow the man standing before me to touch me just once more before I promised myself that I would go, but by some miracle, I unexpectedly stood my incredibly shaky ground.
“Tom, it’s fine, really. I’m just going to go back upstairs so that I can finish my paper, and then I am going to go home so that I can get some sleep. Have a good night, Professor. I will see you tomorrow in class.” I said very passive aggressively reassuring Tom that he definitely would not be seeing me anymore that night, and then I turned on my heels once again toward the small room’s main door. I knew that I was probably acting ridiculous judging by how Tom and I had only been sleeping together for a few days and I honestly did not even know that much about him, but the fact that my chest seemed to ache in response to what had just happened, well it hurt regardless of how I thought that I should feel.
The rest of the evening before my literature paper was due surprisingly passed by me without any further fault or casualty. I returned to my library table that miraculously still contained both of my study companions, and I quickly made up an actually believable story about being so nervous about the assignment that it had actually made me physically sick. Shortly thereafter, I finished the entirety of said nerve wracking paper with the help of my friends, and then was eventually collected by Emma who had apparently spent the last three hours wrapped up in Jonathan’s bed. It was nearly three o’clock in the morning before I finally tucked myself in just beneath my slightly cooled cotton sheets, and about thirty minutes of soul searching after that when I eventually promised myself that I would put some much needed distance between myself and the good professor. There was no absolutely way that I could continue to put myself in danger in the way that I had countless times over the past few days, and there was also no way that I could continue acting like a lovesick teenager, when I was in fact a fully grown adult. I had responsibilities and promises to keep that I had been ignoring back in America, and as I lay there that night, I knew that I finally needed to once again start thinking with my head instead of my obviously crazed young heart.
The next morning moved by me in a completely sleep deprived blur as I fought to remain conscious during my law courses, and then somehow eventually find my way to the opposite side of campus where my dreaded literature paper would be due just after lunch. I walked with Emma as we chatted about her “study date” with Jonathan the evening before that had resulted in two completely mind numbing orgasms, and I attempted to keep my mind off of the events that had happened after my most recent orgasms that had obviously done far more than just numb my idiotic mind. I nodded and smiled at all of the correct times as we moved from the logical portion of Cambridge’s campus over to the side that apparently only dealt in foolish feelings, and as we did I attempted to not draw the correlation that this very comparison seemed to be illustrating so dramatically in my own life.
By the time that I reached the inside of the literature building, I finally looked down at my cell phone for the first time of the afternoon, and I very quickly realized that I had only one minute remaining before I would be deemed tardy for Professor Hiddleston’s class. For the first time since the beginning of the term, I found myself running down the dusty halls that would lead me toward my dreaded destination, but no matter how quickly I ran I knew there was no way that I would make it on time. My heart pounded loudly from deep inside of my chest as I finally reached the outside of Room One Fifty-Three, and my stomach knotted just as I finally gained the courage to turn the door’s knob. I bit down carefully on my bottom lip as I very slowly stepped inside the tightly packed lecture hall, and then I felt my entire body tense when I eventually heard someone call my name.
“Well, good afternoon, Miss Taylor.” Professor Hiddleston’s smooth penetrating voice called from the front of the room just as I heard the heavy oak door close tightly behind me, and then nearly every able bodied person in the class turn suddenly in my direction. I swallowed thickly as I felt over a hundred pairs of eyes burning into my skin.
“Um...good afternoon, Professor. I’m sorry that I am late. I...um...my last class ran over.” I lied as I desperately attempted to look anywhere in the room around me other than the man standing staring at me from his place beside his perfectly polished mahogany desk, but with every passing second I realized what an incredibly difficult task that was to actually complete.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Taylor. Please, find yourself an open seat.” Tom said as he nodded toward a remaining seat in the center of the room, and then leaned back carefully against the side of his desk. I breathed a sigh of relief as I nodded appreciatively in the direction of the man watching me with intense ocean colored eyes, and then very quickly found my way to my seat.
“Miss Taylor? Before you sit down, would you mind sharing with the class one of your favorite lines from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, since we are now bringing this work to a close?” Tom asked in a tone of voice that I remembered very well from the first afternoon that I had met him, and subsequently caused my entire body to freeze just before I was able to settle in my seat. The room around me broke out into whispers and quiet giggles as I once again straightened myself up to stand, and the look in Professor Hiddleston’s eyes caused my anxiety to return almost on command. I swallowed thickly as I desperately searched my mind for any passage that I actually could remember in its entirety, and then very carefully I licked my lips before I began to speak.
“Um...of course, Professor.” I stuttered as I felt every person in the room around me once again staring in my direction, but I attempted to push them out as I finally decided to simply wing it, and pray that everything worked out in my favor. That definitely sounded like a nice change of pace.
“And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me…” I began timidly as I lifted my eyes up from the floor where they had settled, and to the beautiful aquamarine colored eyes that appeared practically on fire as they looked back into mine.
“Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high respect with me, Than to be used as you use your dog?” I finally finished just as I felt heat rising in my cheeks as yet another of Helena’s speeches left my lips, and subsequently caused my heart to pound with a strange sense of uncontrollable desire from within my chest. Tom stared at me in the same hungry way that he had nearly every day for the past five days, and then very slowly he licked his thin delicious tasting lips.
“I am both impressed and surprised at your choice in passages, Miss Taylor. Given your previous opinions on this work, I would think that a selection a little more liberating would have caught your eye.” The Professor said as I watched his hands curl over the edge of his desk just as they always did, and then grip the wood frame almost painfully tightly in his grasp. I swallowed thickly as I felt a need rush up from deep inside me that the man standing before me always seemed to inspire, and a suddenly familiar desperation beginning to prickle my skin.
“What could possibly be more liberating than a woman having the courage to voice feelings this intense when she knows that the man she desires does not share her affections?” I answered before my mind had truly even caught up with me, and my now completely unsupervised emotions were obviously running the show. Tom swallowed thickly as he continued to watch me with hunger filled eyes, and then finally, he nodded his head very slowly in my direction.
“I guess you do have a point there, Miss Taylor. Please take your seat.” He said in a slightly rougher tone as I finally released a breath that I hadn’t realized that I had been holding, and then finally allowed myself to take my seat.
The remaining fifty minutes of my literature lecture felt nearly impossible to bear as I not only felt myself battling the strange new emotions that were raging so wildly inside of me, but also the almost consuming stare of my professor, that had been locked tightly in on mine ever since I had finally lowered myself down into my chair. My heart hammered faster with every second that passed as I attempted to listen to the information for class that Benjamin was so vehemently giving, but for some reason I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from the magnetic force that was Tom. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of shaking in my seat under the weight of my professor’s eyes, my class was finally over and we were all released from the doors of Room One-Fifty Three in order to return to the rest of our lives. Well, most of us anyway….
“Miss Taylor. Would you mind stopping by my desk before leave today? I have a few questions regarding some of the quotations that you cited on last week's assignment.” Tom’s voice echoed suddenly from the front of the room just as I reached the end of my row, and subsequently stopped me in my once determined tracks. I swallowed thickly as I turned my attention down toward the man standing now just to the side of his expansive desk, and then I very slowly nodded my head.
The walk from the center of the lecture hall classroom to the edge of Tom’s desk was both the longest, and also the most nerve wracking walk of my life. The entire time that I moved my professor’s eyes burned almost painfully into my skin, and with every second that he watched me, my heart increased in its nearly desperate pace from inside of my chest. By the time that I finally reached the smooth freshly polished wooden surface of Tom’s desk, my pulse was jumping so frantically from inside of my veins that it felt as if I could barely breathe. The seconds ticked by like hours as I waited for the man standing before me to eventually speak, but then when he finally did,
“Good afternoon, Miss Taylor.” Tom said formally as he sat down very carefully in the chair just behind his desk, and then lifted his eyes slowly up toward mine. I swallowed thickly as I shifted my weight just slightly between my feet.
“Good afternoon, Professor. You wanted to talk to me about last week’s assignment?” I asked as I adjusted my knapsack just slightly on my shoulder, and then crossed my arms tightly over my chest. Tom’s eyes narrowed in my direction, and then he leaned back casually against his chair.
“I think we both know that I already both graded and returned that paper to you, Miss Taylor.” He said as he lifted one of his hands up to the flesh of his mouth, and then very slowly ran two of his fingers across the length of his bottom lip. Oh sweet Jesus what was he doing?
“I guess I just assumed that maybe you reconsidered my grade. A mind can change, you know?” I questioned slightly sarcastically as I immediately regretted my words, and silently began scolding myself for allowing my undealt with emotions to begin leaving my lips. Tom tilted his head just slightly to the side as he continued studying me, and then he finally rested his previously occupied fingers at the edge of his jaw.
“Well, mine rarely does so I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Miss Taylor. Would you mind telling me why you were late today?” He asked immediately changing topics as his eyes stayed intensely on mine, and his index finger began tapping incredibly gently on the side of his face. I took in a deep breath as I shifted my weight uneasily once again, and then shrugged my shoulders in a slightly forced sense of ambivalence.
“I told you, Professor. My last class ran late.” I said as I tightened my arms where they lay wrapped around my chest, and then shifted my gaze just slightly away from Tom’s face. I heard my professor quite heavily sigh, and then roughly clear his throat.
“What you told me was a lie, darling. I would now like the truth.” He said in a slightly sterner tone of voice as I could sense him then once again carefully lick his lips. I swallowed thickly as I felt my skin immediately begin to prickle.
“For a little while I was talking with Emma, and then after that...well I just got lost in my own thoughts, I suppose.” I answered as I noticed Tom shift slightly in his chair, and then cross one of his long legs very carefully over the other. I loved when he did that. I didn’t know what it was, but it just seemed so...sexy.
“Would you mind telling me what it was that you were thinking about? What was so incredibly important that it made you late for my class a second time this term.” He asked as I finally turned my gaze back toward his, and then felt my breath immediately hitch inside of my throat as I noticed the almost unbearably intense look that was now clouding his eyes.
“I would actually prefer not to, Professor. It’s...personal.” I stuttered out as I dropped my eyes down to the floor beneath me just before I noticed Tom very gracefully push himself up and out of his chair. Oh, shit...
“No offense, darling. But, I don’t care what you prefer. Now, tell me.” He demanded in a strangely soft, but incredibly deep tone of voice as he began moving toward me almost tauntingly slowly. I swallowed thickly as I instinctively began moving back away from Tom, and in the direction of the room’s nearest facing wall.
“Professor, I just…” I started, but honestly I had no idea what to say. Tom was continuing to advance on me, backing me further across the room, and from the look in his eyes I knew he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. I desperately searched my brain for a believable lie to give in answer to his question as the truth seemed almost impossible to actually dream of giving, but unfortunately I didn’t search fast enough. Before I knew it my back very gently hit the wall behind me, and a few seconds later, Tom’s body stood in front of mine blocking any easily accessible route of escape.
“You were just avoiding me like you have been ever since last night.” My professor finally said as his body moved dangerously close to mine, and his eyes lowered to lock in tightly on my gaze. I sucked in a breath as I pressed myself harder against the wall behind me, and then slowly began shaking my head.
“I wasn’t avoiding you. I was just busy with the paper that was due today, and my other courses have just been…” I started, but I was quickly cut off again just as I felt Tom’s fingers move under my chin and then tilt my head even further up toward his.
“I could care less about your other courses, Lucy, and you finished your paper for my class last night. Now, tell me why you are avoiding me.” He said softly, but intensely as he stared down at me with eyes that seemed to carry emotions that I could never even attempt to begin to understand. I swallowed thickly as I contemplated continuing to fight, but then found myself very swiftly beginning to give up.
“Um...It’s just that last night ended kind of strangely, and so I thought…” I stammered out desperately attempting to both give an answer and also protect myself by not saying too much, but the look in Tom’s eyes immediately told me he was having none of that.
“You thought what? That because a woman from my past showed up that I would suddenly lose interest in you?” He asked as his eyes narrowed slightly, and his stance stiffened in a manner that caused him to appear even taller than he had before. I dropped my eyes down to the floor beneath me, and then silently begged God or anyone else that was listening to give me an answer that would bring this terrifying conversation to as an abrupt of an end as humanly possible. Please...
“Women from your past seem to be coming out of the woodwork here lately, Professor. I just figured that maybe it would be best if…” I started, but this time I cut myself off without the help of my professor. No matter how jealous I might have been the night before or how strangely confused I had felt ever since I left the reference room door, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to tell Tom that we needed to stop. I knew that I needed to and I knew that my brain wanted me to, but the words for some reason just refused to leave my lips no matter how hard I attempted to push them.
“Best if what, Lucy?” Tom prodded as he inched his body just slightly closer toward mine, and finally brought his knees to gently touch the front of my thighs.
“Tom...” I stuttered as I felt Tom’s fingers once again move under my chin, but this time tilt my head in a manner toward his that nearly aligned our lips perfectly just inches from each other. Oh sweet Lord, I was in trouble.
“Best if what? Best if we stopped? Is that what you wanted to say to me?” He asked as I suddenly felt his hot breath hitting heavily against my mouth, and his thighs beginning to press tightly against mine. I swallowed thickly as I attempted to somehow continue to think, but the way that Tom was touching me, well it was making it nearly impossible to do anything of the sort.
“No...I just...Who was she?” I finally asked against the better judgement of my brain as my eyes settled back on Tom’s, and instantly locked in on his stare. Tom sighed as he ran the tip of his nose gently over the slope of mine, and I instantly felt his mood just slightly begin to calm.
“She is a dreadful woman named Rachel. She is from a chapter of my past that has been closed for a long time, and from a book that I will never ever read again.” He said as his voice slightly softened, and his hand dropped down from my chin to the curve of my neck. I swallowed thickly as I felt my body beginning to shake.
“She kissed you.” I whispered as I felt all of the jealousy from the night before beginning to rush up from deep inside of me once again, and the strange feelings that I had been battling all day beginning to rise to the surface. Tom nodded slowly, bumping his nose gently against mine once again.
“Yes she did, but darling, you know that I did not kiss her back.” He said in almost a whisper as his lips lightly grazed against the side of my cheek. I swallowed thickly as I turned my head slightly, and once again aligned my mouth with Tom’s.
“I wanted to kill her.” I said allowing the strange emotions that I knew that I shouldn't have even had to flow freely off of my lips. Tom smiled an incredibly small smile, and then ran his lips softly over mine.
“She means nothing to me, darling.” He whispered as his smile slowly faded, and his eyes once again met mine. I nodded just as I felt the edges of Tom’s fingertips skim down over the rough plane of my collarbone, and then begin painfully slowly moving down toward my chest. Uh-oh...
“Good, I mean...I really should probably go. If someone would find us like this…” I stuttered out just as I felt the rough pads of Tom’s fingertips brush gently over the fabric that covered my left breast, and his hips begin pressing slightly harder against my side.
“They would think that you were quite the scandalous student, and that I…” He started just as he began massaging his thumb gently over the taut pebbled flesh of my left nipple, and in turn gained a soft groan from deep inside of my throat.
“...was a very bad professor.” I finished just as my eyes once again locked in on Tom’s, and my vision began to cloud with the lust that was beginning to build quite quickly inside of my body. I swallowed thickly as I noticed a very devious smile break out over Tom’s lips just as I felt his unoccupied hand move down to the top of my jeans, and one of his fingers very quickly slip just beneath the button.
“Mmmm...darling. You haven’t seen bad.” He said from low within his throat just as I felt the button on my jeans pop open, and then Tom begin very slowly sliding my zipper down. I swallowed thickly as my brain screamed at me to at least attempt to be logical, and this time just maybe do the right thing.
“Tom, we can’t do this here.” I whispered as I pressed my body back harder against the wall behind me in order to at least attempt to create some much needed space between us, and just as I did, I felt one of Tom’s large hands slip down just beneath the thick material of my jeans. A chill of pure excitement shot through my every single vein the second that his fingers came in contact with the suddenly wet material of my panties, and a rush of pure adrenaline flooded over my entire system.
“Are you sure, darling? Your knickers beg to differ.” He whispered just as one of his fingers slid over my now incredibly wet skin, and his lips moved even closer toward mine.
“Mmm...Tom.” I whimpered as my hips immediately jutted forward toward my professor, and my clit became almost painfully wet against his touch. Tom groaned as his index finger began slowly rubbing a long line up and down over my most sensitive skin, and then his lips came even closer to press against mine.
“Not having you in my bed last night was murder, Lucy. I swear I could feel you breathing from down the hall.” He whispered against my mouth as he added pressure to his finger sliding it further down, and then positioned his thumb just over my small bundle of incredibly sensitive nerves.
“I wanted to be with you, but...I couldn’t stop thinking about her...touching you.” I panted just as Tom’s movements became slightly faster, and his breathing against my lips became incredibly hotter.
“I want nothing to do with that woman, Lucy, and I would have left the instant I saw her last night if I hadn’t feared her finding you. You are the only thing that has been on my mind for weeks, and you…” Tom said heatedly and as his last word left his lips I felt him push one of his fingers deeply inside of me, and in turn cause a throaty groan to escape from my throat.
“...Are the only person that I want touching me now.” He continued as he slowly added a second finger, and then curved them both to an angle that caused my vision to immediately begin to blur.
“Oh fuck, Professor.” I moaned as I reverted instantly back to Tom’s formal title, and also lifted one of my hands and knotted it into the crisp material of his pressed grey shirt.
“Mmm...there you are, darling. Did my favorite student forget so quickly how good I am at hitting that spot?” Tom purred as he pushed his body even harder against mine, nearly crushing me against the wall, and then began rhythmically moving his fingers even deeper inside of my core. I swallowed thickly as I groaned once again, and immediately felt myself being reeled in by the delicious fantasy that was once again being created.
“God, no. Mmm..we can’t do this. Emma is waiting for me. She knows I have your class last.” I whimpered as I slid my fingers up the front of Tom’s shirt, and then wrapped my hand tightly around his collar until I had a firm grip on the material. Tom groaned as he began working his fingers inside of me even deeper, and then twisted his hand just slightly as well.
“Yes, I suppose she does. It would be a pity if she were to find us like this, wouldn’t it? Find you pressed up against this wall while I fuck you with my hand. You panting against my mouth, and digging your nails into my skin. What a naughty little girl you would look like.” Tom taunted seductively as he began thrusted his fingers faster inside of me, and then instantly pulled a light growl from my lips.
“Mmmm...Tom, please.” I begged as I pushed my hips down harder against his hand, and attempted to take his digits as deep as gravity would possibly allow me. Tom groaned as his hips rotated down slightly against mine, and in turn revealed his very impressive erection that was now pressing tightly against my form.
“Please what, darling? Tell your professor what you want.” He whispered against me as my free hand slowly made its way to the front of his pants, and hungrily began rubbing over the firm bulge there that instantly caused my mouth to water.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you inside of me.” I begged without my own mind’s permission as I ground my hips down harder against Tom’s hand, and then moved my hand up to the buckle of his belt. The low rumble of a laugh mixed with a groan escaped from what sounded like the center of Tom’s chest as he pushed my incredibly indecent hand away from his groin, and then brought the same hand up to his lips.
“While that offer is tempting, darling, I think you just might have to wait. I wish to take my time with you when it comes to that, and I’m afraid my classroom doesn’t afford us that luxury. Right now, however, I plan on making you come until you forget everything that you learned in your studies today. Maybe even everything from yesterday’s as well.” He said roughly, and then finally his lips crashed down on mine, and sent my body immediately into over drive.
Tom’s lips were rough, hungry, and almost robbing against my own as his tongue greedily tasted my mouth, and subsequently pulled nearly every single insecurity that I previously felt completely out of my grasp. His fingers moved faster with every passing second, and the thick masculine outline of desire for me that now pressed against my hip, well it caused me to crave things that I never could have imagined ever wanting before that day. Before I realized what was happening the world around me swiftly began to spin, and the flesh of my core became so wet that my juices began spreading down to the flesh of my thighs. Tom groaned as my hips began working even harder against him, and then he gasped as I suddenly moved away from his lips just as I leaned my head back on the wall behind me. My professor’s eyes immediately began to burn into mine as I slid one of my hands up from the side of his neck where my nails had been digging, and then very carefully up to the flesh of his lips. I kept my gaze tightly on his as I very carefully slipped two of my fingers into his deliciously wet mouth, and then I felt all of my muscles begin to tighten just as his teeth clamped down roughly on the sides of my knuckles.
“Make me come for you, Professor.” I said in a strangely strong, but also incredibly desperate sounding voice just as Tom’s eyes intensely locked in on mine. Tom groaned as he ran his tongue slowly over the edges of my fingertips, and then he carefully wove his free hand behind my head. A gasp escaped my lips just as I felt his fingers knot tightly into the back of my hair, and then my entire body felt as if it surged to life as he jerked my head back swifted just as his mouth once again reached mine.
“Come for me now, darling. If you don’t, next time I do this, it’ll be in front of the class.” Tom ordered incredibly seductively just as he bit down roughly on the skin of my full bottom lip, and in turn set into motion the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced since...well...being with him.
“Oh God, Tom!” I screamed as I tasted the tangy sweet taste of blood in my mouth from the bite that Tom had given me just as my head jerked back and hit the wall behind me, and my body flooded with sensations that seemed almost too powerful to control. Tom groaned as his mouth closed around mine yet again, the force of his kiss pinning me completely back against the wall, and pressing our bodies so tightly together that I could feel his ribs shift just slightly as he breathed. I road out the remainder of my orgasm against him as I begged and pleaded for things that even I didn’t completely understand, and then finally after a few minutes, I lifted my eyes back up toward his once I had finally gained the strength to pull away from his kiss. Tom licked his lips slowly as he watched me obviously attempting to choose my words wisely, and once I finally found some that I thought would suffice, I once again opened my mouth to speak to him.
“Is this the part where we tell each other that we aren’t going to do this again?” I asked after I swallowed thickly against the lump that had formed deep inside of my throat, and then smiled innocently back at my professor. Tom smiled as he shook his head very slowly, and then brushed a few stray strands of hair away from my face incredibly gently.
“No, darling. This is the part where I finally ask you out on a date.” He said abruptly, and with those words, I felt my heart begin to pound for a far different reason than it had only a few moments before. A reason that honestly scared me far more than the idea of getting caught, and immediately brought back the confusion that I had felt so intensely ever since leaving the reference room the previous night.
A/N: Hello again everybody! Oh, the amount of apologies I want to give. In case you haven’t read the comment I posted a few days ago, I recently went through an ugly divorce. Hence the disappearing off the internet for nearly a year. I greatly apologize for not announcing this fiction going on hold, but I guess emotions are funny things. Anyway, I do apologize for the absence, but…..I’m back baby! Haha, anyway I hope you like this most recent chapter. I will try to keep things moving and update more regularly now. Nothing better to heal a girl than a little Professor Hiddleston, right? :) Oh, and don’t worry I will re-edit this. It is late, and there are most likely a large amount of errors, but I wanted to post before I chickened out, and deleted it lol.