Muse A intended on going to the carnevale with the partner, but they bale/ never show up. Muse A and B meet, get along really well /have a spark.
They meet on the first day in class, but then it's just awkward and they're like, well we only hung out and it was nothing. Then Muse A gets broken up with and the whole café thing happens, which only makes them realize that what they felt at the carneval was more than a good time.
“Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here over an hour again! I'm literally just walking around this fair by myself. It's embarrassing!” She said into the phone. Her boyfriend Carson, was supposed to be meeting her at the fair a town over from Campus. “Hurry up and get here.” She left another voicemail.
Bekah Lynn Campbell was a nineteen year old from Montana. She got a full ride to the University of Alabama, so here she was. Her parents, Wayne and Lori owned one of the biggest ranches in Montana. She was the only daughter, and the youngest child after three boys. So she was the princess of the ranch as everyone called her. She was getting her Bachelors in Business Management, Accounting with a minor in Journalism. She loved photography but her Daddy wanted her to come back and run the office at the ranch, which was fine. She loved the Ranch. And she could still do photography on the side.
College Dorms weren't good enough for the princess so her Father had opted for a townhome until she graduated. Which was fine, it was way larger than a dorm room, she had her own space; no roommate. It was easier to study. And it was only minutes from campus. She had been back in Alabama for a week now and she was already missing Montana, home. The openness, the air. everything.
“Oh my goodness!” squeals erupted from her core as she ran into a large… tree? In the middle of the fair no? What? Oh it was a man! “I was not even paying attention, I am so sorry!” Her blue shushee was now all over this strangers shirt. “I- I'll buy you a new one! I can clean it off.”
So this was Alabama. Aaron Wiseman looked around the fair, taking it all it. He had never been to Alabama before, born and raised in Boston. Now after being accepted for a position at the University of Alabama he was here. He couldn't deny that there was a charm to this state. The accents, the way of the people. He looked forward to finally teaching, forming and hopefully inspiring his soon to be students. Much like his teachers and professors had inspired him, which was why he had decided to go into teaching.
Thinking of that, he couldn't help thinking of his deceased brother. With his crazy personality, he likely would have loved the carneval here. Sometimes he couldn't help wondering if he shouldn't have taken more risks, like James, but then he considered that he was still alive. That and he couldn't make his parents worry like that.
Thus, here he was, professor at a university. He had arrived in Alabama only a week ago, getting his apartment in order and preparing for his first teaching position. Now with the new semester nearly upon him, he decided he could at least enjoy the good weather and the carneval. Though a carneval alone wasn't exactly that fun. Aaron was still gathering his bearings, looking around when he suddenly felt something run into him before a wet sensation spread across his chest.
Perplexed Aaron looked down to find a young woman, already apologizing in rapid fire. His shirt now sported a huge blue stain from her slushie. "It's really quite alright," he replied before chuckling, looking down at his shirt, "I don't think you can wash this out." Yellow didn't exactly go well with blue. "Are you alright?" Aaron asked, finally taking her in. She was cute. He couldn't deny that. "Besides, I don't think you will find a new shirt here," he pointed out, though spotted a stand not far away, "Unless you count 'I heart Alabama' shirts or things like that." The stand had the standard silly quotes and whatnot shirts.
"I'm so clumsy. I cannot believe I did that.." she mumbled. Shit. His shirt was yellow, she was quite sure it could stain. Do you offer laundry services to a complete stranger? It was her fault after all. “I cannot apologize enough... I'm so sorry, sir.” Her accent slipping out with that.
For the first time since this embarrassing encounter, her eyes trailed up and met the ones of the man she had ruined. "Oh.. I'm fine. I just- I wasn't paying attention. I was just in my own little world." she explained.
She laughed slightly when he pointed out the "I heart Alabama." shirts. "Well.. I think you would make that red shirt look amazing. So you just need to tell what size."
There was no way this man was here alone, yet she hadn't seen anything move toward him since they began speaking moments ago. “I'm Bekah-Lynn.” she said, holding her hand out. “I think it's only appropriate to introduce myself to the man whose shirt I probably just ruined.”
Sir... It was strange to be addressed like that outside of the classroom. Then again, even most students weren't likely to give you that much respect. Though judging from her accent, she wasn't from around here, much like him. "It's okay. I promise I won't die from this," he assured her with a chuckle, finding her rambling cute.
His brow arched slightly when she actually took him up on the joke. "Well, as I assume that you have more sense of style than me, I will believe you," Aaron mused, curious if she would actually buy him the shirt, "M should be fine." He was never one for big muscles, but then you didn't become a professor if that was the case.
"Aaron. It's nice to meet you Bekah-Lynn," he replied, taking her hand, "Well, I'm not sure if the yellow was working for me, so you probably saved me from a fashion fauxpas. Shall we?" Aaron was surprised that no one seemed to be coming over to tease her for her silliness. Young women always traveled in flocks or at least her boyfriend wouldn't find her talking to him amusing. "Or will whoever you came with miss you?" he asked, looking around. He didn't want to end up in some fight with a boyfriend or have a group of panicked girls running around looking for their friend.
Her cheeks were heating up. She was nervous, embarrassed. Why was she nervous? “I ramble when I'm anxious, I'm sorry. It's something I'm working on.”
"It's nice to meet you, Aaron. Although I'm sorry it was under the circumstances." She looked around when he questioned whoever came with her. Shaking her head, she answered no. “I'm actually here alone.. I hope I didn't cause you to loose track of your friends. I'm sorry if I did, you can blame me!”
"I don't know, that outfit looks pretty cute on you." she said with a slight grin. "Medium it is." She quickly nodded and headed for the booth. She looked around before she found a light grey shirt. "See this isn't horrible!" she said, it was a University of Alabama shirt. "I think you'll rock it." She paid for the shirt before handing it to the man.
"It's nothing to be sorry for. It's... rather cute," Aaron assured her and he found it nice that she wasn't this smooth. Heck, he wasn't exactly mister seducer. Far from it. He gave her a soft smile, hoping to reassure her.
She was here alone? That was a surprise. How could someone as beautiful as her be here alone. Then again, so was he. "There is no one to blame you," Aaron admitted, "I came here alone as well." They were a pair of odd birds, weren't they?
Cute? "Thank you," he replied, now feeling a blush creep into his cheeks at the compliment, hoping she didn't notice. He followed her to the stand and watched her pick out a short. He couldn't help the irony of the University of Alabama shirt and took it once she had paid.
"I guess I should put this on then," Aaron said and motioned towards a bathroom, not far away. He quickly changed into it, but obviously this place didn't have a proper mirror so he had no idea how it actually looked. Coming back out, he couldn't help a small turn. Was this really him? It seemed slightly out of character? Or was he hoping to impress her? "How does it look?" he asked, looking to impress her, "If you want... since we are both here alone,... We could go around together? Seems less... Lonely..." Smooth Aaron, he chastised himself. That couldn't have sounded lamer if he tried.
Nodding, the girl followed him over to the bathrooms so he could change. This was only slightly weird, but Carson was no where to be found. She was sure he wasn't coming. So she could try and make a friend.
"Hey!" she said as she seen him walking closer to her. "It looks good! You rock the UA colors." she said with a grin. "Is that you asking me to hang out with you?"
She blushed but nodded. "I'm sure spending time with one another is much less boring then what we could into alone. Have you rode any of the rides yet?" she questioned as she began walking through the carnival. "Lead the way."
This was insane, spending time with Aaron. But she was indeed lonely, Carson had been blowing her off more and more lately, and while she would never ever cheat or anything like that, making a new friend couldn't hurt, right? “So you don't sound like you're from around here either.”
It was nice getting to know someone new. Bekah-Lynn was nice. So far he had only run into a few professors, all busy with their pre semester work. The few that he had asked about the carneval had said they didn't want to be seen by their students. Aaron didn't get that. After all, would the world end of students knew teachers existed outside of a classroom?
He gave her smile. "Glad you like it," he said before now definitely feeling his cheeks flush, "Yeah, I suppose so." Still, he was relieved when she agreed and shook his head. "Not yet. I was just trying to figure out what to ride when I got slushied," he couldn't help teasing her slightly.
So the two strolled along the ground. Her question made him chuckle. "I guess my less than convincing southern drawl gave me away. Yeah, I'm from Boston," Aaron told her, "And yourself?" He looked around at the different attractions. "How about a roller coaster?" he suggested, "Though I have to admit I've always had a soft spot for labyrinths as well. Anything that stands out to you?" Now this day wasn't turning out half bad. She seemed fun to hang out with and it was nice not to walking around alone.
"Oh don't tease me!" she said as she grinned. "I was in my own little world, I cannot apologize enough, honestly." She truly felt bad about all but ruining his shirt, he looked so handsome in it. “I'm going to have to buy you another yellow shirt.”
Boston. Wow. That seemed like another world away from Montana, even Alabama. "That's interesting!" she said. "I'm from Big Timber, Montana. I'm sure you've never heard of it. Population, sixteen hundred."
She looked at the Roller Coaster they were not standing in front of. "Roller Coaster it is." she said with a nod. “But anything you want to do is completely fine with me!”
They had a lot of fun at that carnival. Well, she could only really speak for herself, but Aaron seemed to enjoy himself as well. They had exchanged phone numbers at the end of the night and then parted ways.
Her first day of Sophomore year. Great. Only three more to go. Carson had texted her some lame excuse the next morning, but promised her a lunch date, though she couldn't get Aaron out of her mind.
“I hope you have an amazing first day!” she texted him as she was walking into the door of her first class of the day.
"You don't have to buy me a new shirt. You already bought me this one," Aaron pointed out, "No, I've never heard of Big Timber." But that didn't seem too surprising with how small the town was. He liked Boston for it being big enough, but not overly huge. Just right so to say.
They agreed on the roller coaster and the rest of the day was really fun. At least he did. They talked, walked around and went on whatever ride they wanted. It had definitely been a good way to spend the last say before class. They exchanged numbers before parting ways.
However, soon the first day was upon them and Aaron was already in the classroom, writing various things that his students would need and what to expect onto the smartboard. He heard his phone buzz with a text, but didn't look at it as already some early bird students were already sitting in their desks.
Just then, the bell rang. "Okay everyone, to your seats," Aaron said, turning around to look at his class, "My name is Professor Aaron Wiseman. Just like you, I'm actually new at..." Just then his eyes found a very familiar face. No... That couldn't be. "the University of Alabama." He quickly caught himself and suddenly felt very lucky that this first part of class was all introduction so he didn't have to think much.
Internally, he was cursing himself. He should have expected this. After all, Bekah-Lynn looked like a college student. He should have been more careful. Though why was he so worried? They had talked at a carneval. It wasn't like they had actually done anything improper. Surely, now they both understood that they would need to keep a respectful distance, everything was fine. And yet, Aaron felt ever so slightly conflicted.
Her phone was slipped into her backpack, and out came her planner, notebook and a pink pen.
It was like her entire body had frozen as she heard a familiar voice begin to speak at the front of the class.
The man she had met last night, the man she had innocently flirted with, was her college professor? She was all but stunned. Making herself look busy, she worked on her planner for this semester and doodled. How was she going to handle the next year of this? She kept glancing up occasionally making eye contact with Aaron. He looked slightly stressed as well.
Her week had only gotten worse from that point. By Thursday, she and Carson had the biggest blow up and he broke up with her. It honestly didn't hurt that much because it felt like she had been done long before that. But he was her friend first.. Who was she going to hangout with now? She only had a few friends here but most of the time she was stuck up Carsons ass. She decided to go to the local coffee shop not far from her apartment to study. It was a change of scenery, it would be fine, right?
It was very clearly written on Bekah's face that she hadn't expected this either. How could either of them have expected this? It wasn't like they had asked what the other did? Now his colleagues warning about the carnival didn't seem so farfetched anymore.
Somehow he made it through the class and only after he was sure that all his students were gone did he exhale very slowly. Good thing was that she hadn't tried to talk to him, so he supposed they were on the same page. Getting out his phone it was then that he saw her text. A hand ran through his hair, trying to figure out what to do, but ultimately he didn't answer. He did keep her number though, not deleting or blocking it. God, he was too sentimental.
The week passed without any problems and Aaron was slowly getting used to the weirdness, but also the work as a professor. He had already collected some papers from students to see where they ranked with their knowledge and had decided to avoid the teachers lounge and instead went to a coffee shop he had seen that looked promising. With his bag in hand, he entered the place, looking around. It was well frequented and he didn't see any free places. His gaze got caught by a familiar blond head. This had to be a cruel joke and he was hoping to turn around and make a quick getaway without her seeing him when he noticed that she looked down. It tugged at his helping nature and so he couldn't stop himself from venturing over to the her. At least he was sure that no one from the university was here. "Is everything alright?" he asked softly.
Bekah was in her own little world. She was working on her blog as well as homework and studying, Friday were her no class days so she always tried to get ahead so she could relax on the weekend. It worked out well, at least it did last semester, so she hoped it would be the same this year.
Shivers went down her spine as she heard Aaron’s voice again. She glanced up and tried to put on her best fake smile. “I’m just perfect.” She said. She was honestly surprised that he was even speaking to her, the look that she had gotten in class was pretty much enough to tell her to completely stay away. “Carson officially broke up with me, though it was over a long time ago, I’m just having a pity party.” She looked around the coffee shop, making sure she didn’t recognize anyone from Campus. “What are you doing here?”
Aaron hadn't tried to ice her out or anything, but it just seemed best to not get things even weirder than they already were. And yet, he had come to talk to her. He needed to sort his priorities. Though he knew that he was just worried about how she was.
His brow arched slightly at what she said. He hadn't been aware she had had a boyfriend, but why would he? "I'm sorry...," he replied, unsure of what to say honestly. He wanted to say a lot more, like that the guy was an idiot or something, but that seemed entirely inappropriate coming from her professor. So he left it at that.
"I was hoping to get some grading done. The teachers lounge is okay, but it's always rather loud and honestly, the coffee is terrible," Aaron told her, looking around once more, "But it looks like I'll have to go there after all. There is no free space here." He was trying to get ahead of the game, be a teacher that was approachable, but not lax. He wanted his students to come to his class because they liked it. Sometimes Aaron wondered if he should believe in miracles with that tall order.
As I said, it was over a long time ago. I’ve been over him for awhile.” She said softly before it went quiet for a few moments. It was an awkward silence.
“The coffee here is really good.” She looked around and noticed all the tables were full after his comment about having to go back to the teachers lounge. “I have a whole table to myself, I don’t mind to share.” She said as she moved her books around to make room for him.
After he sat down, she glanced around to make sure that there was no other students or faculty from the campus there. “How was your first week?” She questioned. “I texted you that first day…”
Aaron nodded softly. He didn't want to point out that she was still throwing herself a pity party so he just let it be. "I've never been here. The place just looked really nice. Judging by how many people are here I guess it's pretty good," he replied.
It surprised him that she actually offered him a spot at her table. He knew he should, that it could be seen as inappropriate or favoritism if someone from the university saw them, but it was silly. They were just sitting at a table together. "Thank you," Aaron said as he placed his bag onto the table, taking out his laptop and a notebook to work with.
He had just plugged in his laptop when she spoke. His gaze shifted to her. She was so close now. "Well, I don't think anyone hates me yet, but then again I haven't handed out any grades so far so we'll see. Other than that, I do have to say it was a good week so far," Aaron told her, "How was your first week?"
Internally he couldn't help sighing, unsure of how to respond. "I saw... I'm sorry. I'm really not the type of person who ignores people. I really did like our time at the carneval...," he said slowly, "I just... Thought it would be easier if we didn't talk in that way." He had only last week had to read the university guidelines and student professor 'interactions' were strictly forbidden under any circumstances.
"You're welcome. No sense in having to drink bad coffee when I had room." she explained, watching as he got everything organized that he would need to grade. "So you don't have a TA or anything like that to help?"
Their legs were touching now. She could feel it. "I'm sure no one could hate you in general." Those words just flew out of her mouth. "I- I had a good week. It's my sophomore year so this year was slightly easier since I knew what to expect."
Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked over when he told her that he had saw her text. She nodded slowly. "If we shouldn't talk in that way.... then what are you doing right now, Aar
"Not yet. It's my first year and I want to at least prove to the other professors I'm competent. That and it gives me the chance to get to know my students a bit better," Aaron explained, "Though I'll probably get one for the second semester, next year latest." If he managed until then, but only time would tell.
He was very acutely aware of their legs touching. Her words though made him look at her. That could definitely be taken two ways. "Thank you. I do try to be there for my students," he said before nodding, "That does help."
That was the question of all questions, wasn't it? He shouldn't be there and they both knew it. "I wish I knew," Aaron finally admitted with a sigh, "I never said I didn't want to talk. I wanted to ask how your first week was and whatnot... How you were doing..." He had genuinely enjoyed their time at the carneval together, he knew that.
"I think it would make your life much easier. Not that I know anything about being a TA, but I think their job is literally to make the professors life easier."
Her eyes fluttered as he told her that he wished he knew. "Million dollar question right there, huh?" She couldn't help but giggle a little. "There is no use in us skipping around one another. I'm in your class." she started. "I think there was some insane instant connection at the carnival. What we do with that, I have no idea. But I know what I felt and I'm almost positive that you felt it too, or you wouldn't be sitting beside me right now."
Aaron chuckled. "It probably will, but I would like to try," he replied, "Though probably in a month or so I'll cave and get one." As ideal as he was, he wasn't stupid.
He nodded softly. A million dollar question. One that he knew was the moral answer and one that was the answer of the heart. "There is a difference between keeping a distance and well... something else," he pointed out.
Bekah was right obviously. She was just brave enough to state it. "I did," Aaron finally admitted and it felt liberating, but he knew that this was not good. What this could turn into could have serious affects on both their lives. "Bekah... Are you aware of what this could mean? For your future if something were to come out?" he asked in a low voice. She would likely be expelled. He would be fired and it was unlikely that he could ever work as a teacher again. One always thought that you wouldn't get caught, but how often did that actually happen?
"There is a difference, you're correct. But I think we have to figure out which one we're going to be able to handle.." she explained. "I don't know... All of this, scares the absolute hell out of me, but we went what, three days without speaking we somehow still found each other again."
Did she know what this could mean? What could happen? Her future was set regardless if she finished College or not. She was always meant to go back to the ranch and work one way or another. But what would Aaron do? Did he have a backup plan?
"But what if it doesn't?" she questioned. "Aaron, can you really just live through life and not wonder what if? Like what if we didn't take this next step.." She didn't know if she could live this life and wonder about what could've happened with this life if they didn't. She smiled weakly and moved ever so slightly closer to him. “Because I don't want to live wondering what if, Professor Wiseman.” It came out as a whisper, almost like she hadn't planned on say it.
Was it really just about being able to handle this? Aaron didn't think so. He could handle being sneaky, if it came down to that. The question was were they prepared to face whatever came from this. Bekah had a point. He had thought of her quite a bit, but did that justify starting something with a student? And it was certainly reassuring to hear her say that it scared her too. "I am too," he admitted. Of course he did. After all, he didn't have a backup. Teaching was his life. He loved his job and the thought of not being able to do that anymore certainly made him feel odd. What would he do instead? Go into business? It was certainly more profitable than being a mere teacher.
Bekah had a point though. Could he live through seeing her in class for the next year or more, with another guy... It made a pit form in his stomach that he didn't like. Aaron recalled how he had been ever so slightly happy to hear she had been broken up with, as cruel as that sounded. "I don't want to live seeing you with another guy," he finally admitted.
Professor Wiseman... That sent a shiver down his spine. It was his name, but it conveyed so much more. For the briefest of seconds he looked up, as if anyone could hear her, only to notice that the café seemed to be closing. There was no one left but them and one of the waitresses behind the counter was already cleaning empty cases, as though she hadn't had the heart to interrupt them. "We... should continue this conversation somewhere else...," he pointed out softly.
They were taking a risk even tonight, by just being at the coffee shop together, alone. Aaron's career could be ruined.. All something they needed to discuss and figure out if this was worth it. But she knew she wouldn't be able to walk away from this man sitting beside her.
He didn't want to see her with anyone else. Her heart fluttered as he told her that. "Then you won't." she whispered. "I won't be with another guy."
Looking around after Aaron said they needed to continue this else were, she noticed her favorite little coffee shop was begininning to close down. "I didn't realize it had gotten so late." She began collecting her things and storing them in her backpack. "My apartment is just down the street It's off campus of course... Unless you have somewhere else in mind?"
There were a lot of things that still needed to be discussed. This would be a complicated situation that had more trip wires than an action movie. It had so many risks that could ruin both their lives. Was it really worth that?
Though just Bekah's words were enough to make him feel like, yes, yes it was. As crazy and dangerous as this was, it could be worth it. His gaze caught her eyes. "You don't know how happy this makes me," he whispered back and it was the entire truth.
"Me neither," he replied softly, realizing only now that his laptop screen had gone dark ages ago. Aaron closed it and placed it away. So much for working, but this evening had become good in such a different way. "Your places sounds good. Mine is still a mess from moving," he admitted, since it still had a number of boxes laying around, "I guess, lead the way." Aaron stood up, shouldering his bag. He didn't dare take her hand in public, even here that seemed risky.
Bekah smiled softly before she slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Follow me." she said. Itching to take his hand, but she didn't want to overstep. It was also risky, considering she would've been holding her professors hand.
Her apartment was honestly a short walk. It was a silent walk, she kept glacning behind her to make sure Aaron was still following her. Typing in the key code granted this access to the building unit. "This way." She pointed to the elevator, as she was on floor five. She unlocked her door and held it open. “Please, make yourself at home.”
Bekah's Apartment: https://www.zillow.com/b/1007-queen-city-avenue-tuscaloosa-al-B8G9zN/
This alone was wrong. He was going to her apartment. There was no denying however that he was curious how she lived as dangerous as the whole thing was. The whole time they walked he couldn't help being slightly paranoid. What if they were seen by someone from the university?
Which was laughable considering how short the walk turned out to be. Nodding, Aaron stepped into the elevator after her and soon entered her apartment. He couldn't help admiring it. "It's really nice," he said as he looked around and couldn't deny that it was nicer than his place. How did she afford this? Most students lived on campus to save costs.
Ultimately, Aaron settled on the couch, watching her. How do you continue this conversation? He wasn't sure. "So obviously on campus we have to be normal... If we meet up, it has to be... elsewhere," he said, unsure of where that could be aside from their places. That seemed awfully restrictive though.
"It's just an apartment.. My Father didn't like the idea of me living in a dorm with a stranger, so he opted to rent an apartment. I like it though, I can study and do whatever I wish." she rambled. She sat on the couch besdie him, crossing her legs, getting comfortable.
She smiled as Aaron got right to it. "Campus is a no go. You're my proffessor and I'm just the... teachers pet?" she asked with a smirk.
"I think- that we have the logicstics around it worked out. But.. we don't even know if this is going to be a thing. We haven't kissed, Aaron." she mumbled, scooting her own body closer to his. “Can we just have a little bit of fun before we decide how we're going to make this work?”
Aaron could only assume that Bekah did come from some sort of money. During his time studying most people he knew had lived in dorms and most parents certainly hadn't spent the extra cash to give their children a comfier life. "Dorm life can be quite rowdy," he agreed with a nod.
The words teacher's pet made him smirk somewhat. "I mean, I can make you my TA, then it has a much more official sound to it," he suggested and the more he thought on it, the more he did like the idea. It gave them a reason to be around one another without there being any suspicion.
She had a point. They hadn't kissed. "A bit of fun," he mused as he came closer himself. Slowly he leaned over, cupped her cheek and kissed her. There were sparks. No denying that and it felt amazing. He continued the kiss for a moment longer before pulling back to look at her, curious how she felt about the kiss.
“I just really enjoy quiet when I study. And My father was afraid that I would turn into some party girl instead of the lady he and My Momma raised me to be.” she explained.. If only her Father could see her right now. In her apartment with her professor. Tsk. Tsk.
Bekah grinned as Aaron told her that he could make her his TA. "Oh then we could have secret lunch dates?" she whispered. “I think I would quite like being your TA.. But we obviously need to wait a few weeks before you make it official.”
Shivers went through her body as she felt his cheek on her face. Then his lips! Instant sparks. She moved closer to him as the kiss deepened. "Wh-?" she whined after he had pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed. "Why'd you stop?"
Aaron's brow arched at the explanation. "Now you make me sound like I'm corrupting someone," he mused, finding it both amusing and a little worrying, but mostly the former.
"Well, it would certainly give us a bit more of a reason to be around one another without suspicion," Aaron pointed out, "Obviously." It was an interesting thought to have her in his office. The thought did make him excited, as embarrassing as it was to admit.
Her response when he pulled back made him chuckle. "Just wanted to give you a chance to run for the hills," he mused before leaning in to kiss her again, this time less gentle and with more desire as his hand moved to touch her hair. God, he really was kissing his student.
Bekah grinned slightly hearing Aaron’s comment. “I’m doing this by my own free will. Ain’t no one corrupting anyone here. If anything, I’ve persuaded you tonight.”
She agreed with his idea about her being his TA. It would definitely help their case. “We just have to be careful. We can really only be “together” in our apartments or out of town..” she explained, knowing he would agree.
“I’m not going to be the one running anywhere.” She mumbled before his lips crashed down on hers once more. She moaned, feeling his hands run through her hair. This man would be the end of her, she knew it. Being around him, kissing him, was making her more bold than normal. The next thing she knew, she was straddling his waist, all but sitting in his lap. Her hands snaked around his neck.
Aaron chuckled. "I would agree with that point," he replied as she very much had been a driving force, but it was also very much intriguing.
He nodded at what she said. On campus was too much of a risk being caught. Heck, even off campus it was still dangerous, just less so, but they would figure it out, because for this kiss he was willing to do almost anything.
It was a surprise to feel her straddle him, but Aaron wouldn't complain as his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him as they kissed. It felt explosive and yes, a portion of this was likely that it was forbidden, but other than that it was definitely how much he liked Bekah. He loved the feeling of her against him. In all honesty, he could continue to kiss her all night.
Bekah giggled when he agreed that she was persudaded him. "But are you upset about it? Being persudaded? Because I can stop." she mumbled.
Her lips moved from his lips to trail over his chiseled cheek, before stopping on his neck. His hands on her waist felt like fire. They were playing with fire right now. "Is this too much?" she whispered, stopping for a brief second. She had gotten caught up in the moment. She hoped that she hadn't pushed too far too soon. She leaned back slightly, so she could look into his eyes. “Did I go too far?” she mumbled, repositioning her weight in his lap.
"Don't you dare stop," Aaron breathed out, keeping his hands stayed on her hips to make sure that she stayed where she was, "I don't think I've ever enjoyed being persuaded more." He gave her a small grin as he looked up at her.
Feeling her lips began to trail, his hands began to tighten on her hips some, a soft sound escaping him. His eyes opened when she pulled back. Aaron had to swallow a few times to finally be able to speak. "You definitely didn't go too far," he assured her, though it made him pause. She was vastly younger than him and he didn't want to assume, but you never knew. "How far... have you gone before?" Aaron asked, though made sure to keep her in his lap. Depending on her answer, he would obviously have to tred very differently.
Bekah blinked a few times. She was excited that Aaron was enjoying this as well. He didn't want to stop either, but she was nervous.
"Are you sure?" she whispered. Her light blue eyes were sparkling with want, with curiousity. She chewed on her lip and thought for a few seconds when he wondered about how far she had gone.
"Um." she blushed, embarrased to answer this man in front of her now. "I've never done... I'm still virgin." her eyes fluttered before glancing back to him, trying to read his face. "But Aaron- I know what I want.... I- You."
Was he sure? Was she seriously asking that? How could she even ask that? There was a beautiful woman on his lap who was clearly just as willing as he was.
Though then the other shoe dropped as she admitted to never having done anything. Yes, that certainly explained it. Not that he meant that in a bad way, but it explained some of her behavior. And it made him pause if he should continue this at this moment. "I'm not saying you don't know what you want," he assured her, looking up at her as he cupped her cheek, " My question is if you want it like this?" During their, what second encounter, no real date beforehand, here in this rush of lust and desire? He didn't shy away from the fact, but he knew that for women it was typically more of a thing than men.
Her eyes scanned his face, trying to figure out anything, something. What was he thinking?
She paused, thinknig about his question. Really thinking about it. She knew who she wanted.. But did she want her first time to be like this? His question.
"I-." She sighed softly and shook her head. "I did- Until you asked me about it." she said. "I'm not asking for candles and flowers, Aaron.. But while we have a connection, I think it would serve best if we continue to get to know one another more."
She scooted off of his lap and settled back into the couch. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I don't really know what to do… How do we date?”
It wasn't that he wasn't interested. He was very interested, but it should be different for her, shouldn't it? In a way he was kicking himself, because they could have done more, but he was too nice and didn't want her to have any regrets.
He nodded. "And I respect that and you. Which is why I asked," he told her, though he missed the feeling of her in his lap already, "I get that." A connection was important and that was the least they should have.
Her question made him chuckle. He was hungry for one thing. "No, I'm good," he replied, "I mean, you had a boyfriend. How did you date? You go out, do things together. I mean, we can only really do something if we are far enough away from campus, but we can cook together, watch movies and whatnot." It wasn't like they were completely handicapped in what they could do. "And in time we get to know one another."
Bekah looked at Aaron and smiled softly. "Thank you for thinking of my...wellbeing." she said. "Thank you for respecting me. Most men wouldn't have asked if I actually wanted it."
"I didn't really do dates with Carson honestly.. It was a very weird relationship." she explained. "I understand that for actual date nights we would have to go elsewhere, but I love staying in and cooking." Her stomach growled as if on que and she laughed. "What's your favorite meal? I'm hungry, so I'm going to cook... Anything specific sound good?"
“Just because we're going to wait, does not mean that we still can't have fun and other stuff.” she mumbled before pressing her lips to his neck once more, loving the sound that came from him eariler when she did it.
"I just want to do right by you," he replied and truth be told it did feel better when you actually knew the other person in question, at least in his opinion.
It certainly sounded like a weird relationship. Then again, he supposed he shouldn't complain since it meant that he actually had a chance with Bekah. Though would he have ever considered anything if she hadn't been available? Probably not.
"Well, staying in and cooking is definitely an easy thing to do," he replied, "Coming from Boston, I do love a good fish with some sides, but I'm up for anything. Do you want me to help?" Slowly he got up from the couch.
Though Bekah definitely wasn't as innocent as she led him to believe, a sound escaping him when she kissed his neck so sneakily. "You are a little minx," Aaron mused and drew her in for a kiss, "And what is other stuff?" He was still trying to figure out how far was too far with the new rules she was setting up.
"And I appreciate that, more than you realize."
"Cooking and Baking are two of my favorite hobbies. Who knows. I might be the one bringing you lunch at work." she told him. "I have a really good Salmon recipe?Let me cook dinner for you. You relax and grade papers if you need to. My office is through that door, you're more than welcome."
She blushed when he called her a minx. "Maybe I just like teasing you." she mumbled against his neck, nipping ever so softly. "I honestly don't have much experience in this deparment except kissing. Whatever other stuff you would like to do... I trust you, Aaron."
She pulled back and quickly kissed his lips once more. “But I'm going to make dinner! Please, make yourself at home. I mean it.”
"Wouldn't that be something? Then all the other professor's will be jealous of my wonderful lunch," he mused, "Though I'm not a terrible cook. Living on your own you do pick up a thing or two." It seemed his help was denied. "Very well, I'll go and correct papers," he agreed, knowing he did have to get on that, "Just shout if you change your mind." Not that he thought she would.
Whatever stuff... That was certainly an invite he would have to come back to. "You clearly do," he chuckled and kissed her back before watching her disappear into the kitchen. Gathering his things, he made his way into the office.
It was hard to concentrate with everything that was going on, but he forced himself to focus. At some point he did start smelling some delicious food and he couldn't help getting up and going to the kitchen to take a peek. For a moment Aaron leaned against the door frame, just watching her silently. "How is it coming along?" he finally asked.
Bekah smiled as she watched Aaron head into her home office.
As soon as she had walked into the kitchen, she tied her hair up in a topknot on top of her head and slipped into her apron, and then got to work.
It wasn't long before her apartment started smelling amazing. She loved cooking, while her Father said it made her domesticated instead of being the cowgirl she was, she didn't care. She could be both.
She jumped slightly, hearing Aaron behind her. Not hearing him walk in, scared her. "It's actually almost finished. How was the paperwork?" she asked, turning to smile at him. "Do you like asparagus?"
Preparing the plates and making them look pretty was her favorite part. "Honey Garlic Glazed Salmon with Grilled Garlic Asparagus." She placed the plates on the table and grinned. "Come eat. I think I have some wine."
It was cliché, but he couldn't help admitting that Bekah looked really good like this. Aaron always thought that yes obviously looked beautiful when dolled up, but there was something to these at home styles, be it an apron or an oversized sweater.
"Oh you know, some show promise and others you wonder how they ever got in," he replied as he stepped towards her, his arms wrapping around her from behind. Of course, he was sure a nice donation always helped. "I do," he said and kissed her neck softly before stepping back to allow her to finish plating everything.
"It looks and smells delicious," he said, now definitely hungery as he followed after her, "Wine?" His brow arched. He knew she was not legally allowed to have alcohol and wondered how she had gotten it, though he had to take a step back. He was her date, not professor. It wasn't his responsibility to lecture her. "I wouldn't mind," he finally went on.
Bekah couldn't contain her laugh as Aaron told her about this time with the papers. "Mhm." she shivered as she now felt Aarons lips on her neck. "Now who is being a tease?" she questioned. This was going to be a hard process of refraining from the more physical side of their relationship if it kept going like this.
She grinned and nodded when he questioned her wine. "My Father always buys a few bottles when he comes to visit. I like to have a glass sometimes when I study." she explained. She poured two glasses befoer removing her apron and sitting down at the kitchen table. "Please, sit. Come eat."
"I'm just showing affection," he replied innocently, though he supposed it might not be a good idea to do this when they were trying to refrain from doing too much intimate things. Perhaps it would be better, if he stepped back some and let Bekah take the reigns.
Well, he could hardly say anything if her own father brought them. "Not sure if alcohol and studying actually mix that well," he mused as he sat down, "Well, thank you for cooking." Taking a bite, he gave a soft sound. "This is very delicious," he replied and took another bite, "Forget business. You can become a chef." With that he began to eat more.
Over the next month, dinner together almost every night became a regular thing.
Aaron had went ahead and made her his Teacher's Assistant, much to her surprise. She had suspected that he would wait.
Dating Aaron was fun, risky, and exciting. They would have lunch dates after her morning classes, always behind the closed office doors. She would sneak kisses her and there and of course tease him as much as he could.
She loved getting to know him and what made him tick, the things that he hated, what turned him on; everything. It was labor day weekend and while she should've been planning to help him grade his quizzes, she had bad plans for them to go on a four day getaway. It was out town, out of state even so they could just be a couple. She was ecstatic, it was there first vacation together but also the first time they could focus on being themselves together.
"Pack your bags. Enough for four days. Bring swim trunks. Picking you up in an hour." she texted Aaron as she loaded her suitcases into her Jeep.
They settled into a comforting pattern of dinners together over the next month. It was fun to cook for or with one another. Sometimes they would venture outside.
He did cave a lot quicker when it came to making Bekah his TA. For one it did make it easier for him, but truthfully he enjoyed that it gave him an excuse to be around her without suspicion. The risk certainly was enticing and sometimes they did kiss behind closed office doors.
The two got to know one another much better. He enjoyed those moments just as much. Now came the labor day weekend. It was a long weekend and Aaron was at home, sorting some papers and trying to figure out where to start.
Just then Bekah threw him a curveball with her text. He arched a brow. "Yes, ma'am," he texted back with a chuckle before getting up to pack a duffle bag. He was a light packer as men typically were and so it didn't take him long to be finished. An hour later he stood in front of his place and got into the car once Bekah showed up. "Hello," he said, resisting the urge to kiss her as they were still in public and close to the campus, "So where are we going? Or do I not get to know?" He was certainly curious what she had planned.
Bekah grinned as she pulled up to the street parking in front of Aaron's apartment building. She had open big bug eye sun glasses and a hat, to keep anyone from recgonziing her. "Hi, Honey! I missed you.” she said as she tapped her steering wheel, excitedly. "It's a surprise! You'll find out when we get there."
It was only a four hour drive, so it wasn't that bad. The drive mostly consisted of her singing off key, though sometime Aaron would join in. Grinning as they drove past the Welcome to Florida sign, she looked over at Aaron. "Surprise! We're going to the beach. Different town, different state. We can just be a normal couple and have some fun.”
Soon enough she was parking her Jeep at the Condo parking lot. “I only booked a one bedroom… It's a king but I didn't really think it would be an issue? I can sleep on the pull out bed, if it is though. We have four days to not have to worry about anyone seeing us. You can kiss me, and hold my hand in public… I know this is months away…. But are you going home for thanksgiving?”
Aaron chuckled at her reply. "Fine, then I'll just stay curious for now," he said with a theatrical sigh. The ride was fun, listening to Bekah sing and taking silly random guess as to where they were going.
Finally they reached Florida. His brow arched as she finally explained her plan and a smile spread across his lips. No worrying. Just fun and relaxation. "That sounds wonderful. Certainly beats having to grade papers together," he joked, reaching over to take her hand to his lips for a brief kiss.
His gaze looked up at the condo they parked in front of. "If it were a problem, which it isn't, then I would be taking the pull out bed, not you," he pointed out, "This is wonderful. Thank you." Leaning over, he kissed her softly. "As for Thanksgiving, I haven't thought about it yet. Why?" he inquired. He truthfully hadn't thought about bringing Bekah nor going to her place since how would they even explain this?
"Shall we go inside?" he asked and after briefly stretching grabbed their bags to follow her inside. "Wow, this is really nice," he said as he looked around the condo.
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