prof. issac ivanov

he wanted to see her. she could never admit to herself that she fancied her professor, but this time that fact was so obvious, that she really couldn't go pass it. even though his lectures were far from perfect, his russian was. and even when he spoke in english, his accent like a song for her ears. god, sometimes she hated herself. mostly because the majority of girls in this school thought about mr ivanov just the way she did. pathetic.
she knocked and after he invited her, came in his office. "i hope i didn't disturb you," she said, smiling back at him. she had no idea what this was about, and frankly, she didn't really care. oh, you want me to sit, professor ivanov? on your face, perhaps? even though it was only a taught, she blushed a bit and smoothed her short skirt a little before she sat on the chair in front of his desk.
"i guess you didn't want to see me just for your own entertainment?" she wasn't provoking him - she never was that kind of person. it was just her little comments she couldn't resist. she was surprised at how comfortable she felt around him, probably too comfortable. isn't that just great.

*porn and gif killed me. i love you.*

"that's a great plan you've got there," she nodded after he stopped laughing and told her what all of this was about. and even though his words were as official as they could be, his facial expressions showed her that he was almost enjoying their little deal making - and so did she. she knew that he was offering her a nice opportunity, but it involved working with people. fancy people. and she just didn't like to be around them. "but, professor ivanov, there's nothing in it from me. i don't really need any grades in russian anymore - except if you can raise me higher than A plus." she doubted that he expected rejection, although she knew she will change her mind shortly. it was just that her way with people wasn't the most amazing one and she preferred to be alone. but only god knows what she wouldn't do to please her professor. "i just... am not really the best at talking to people... and showing them around. embarrassment wouldn't be just a joke, i'm afraid," she smiled and apologized with her eyes. but she knew that if he'd say please just once more, she's say yes in a second. oh yes, pathetic.

god, she really didn't want to do that. but on the other hand, next to all those snobby ones, there will be another russian. he knew exactly what to say and she didn't realize, that he had her in his little finger ever since she knocked on that door. "it's like you're sacrificing me, professor," she said and blinked once or twice, while she smiled at him again. "throwing me to the beasts. talking to fancy snobby people represent my nightmares." she shrugged, just letting him know that she has a mind of her own - sadly that was horribly rare among royal morois. but his next idea got her on his side completely. "promise me." she looked so innocent and sweet, almost bagging him with her eyes. and then she blushed - he mentioned books. now that was a change of topic she liked! of course he knew that she preferred books over people, but that was just too obvious to not notice. "i'd love that! i didn't know you read, professor."

his touch sent shivers down her spine. his warm, soft, and yet rough fingers on her gentle hand. her lips slightly opened, and she barely held in the gasp, that would come out of her if she had less self control. but did she really felt like she could control herself in that moment? only one more touch and she would let herself go. and she would hate that. "good. so i guess we'll just have to go in this fancy russian hell together." she was way to nervous to smile naturally, so she just had to forcefully push the corners oh her lips a bit higher. thanks god he pulled his hand to himself, and as he did that, she removed hers from the table. this little act shouldn't happen between a professor and his student and even if ti was over, she could still feel his shadow hanging somewhere in the room. and the worst part was that she liked it. "oh god, romance is my favorite too!" she looked like she just came alive. books were really her territory, especially those love stories she could never get bored of. the love stories she could never live. "but i want to ask," she was almost angelic in all of her innocent sweetness when she spat out those words, but it only lasted for a moment. in the next one, she broke their eye contact and shook her head. she just couldn't believe how far she went. "i am so sorry, professor. i shouldn't."

when she agreed do his little plan, she spotted a sparkle in his eyes. just for a second - but she could swear, that it was there. "oh, yes. i'm sure it will be interesting," she tried to smile again, even though she was not even closed to excited for this experience of theirs. but he manipulated her just perfectly, if he realized that or not. so fancy russians it is. she hated herself sometimes.
in this moment, she definitely did. "no, professor, it was my fault, i really shouldn't..." she started to talk like a frustrated ten year old child, but she shut up in the very second she realized he was willing to tell her what she asked for. she was shocked, even though she taught that wasn't even possible anymore in that little meeting of theirs. "mr. ivanov, that..." he left her speechless. she really didn't expect anything that personal from him, and if she did, definitely not something like that. something that sad and almost pathetic. and in a strange way, it made her feel even more attracted to him. and even more daring. she smiled and raised her eyebrows. "..that's just bullshit." she leaned forward too, facing him. "love happens, no matter how soulless you feel. no matter how numb you are. love is something you have to embrace, and then it comes to you." she was blushing her checks off like she was on a blushing contest. she'd win though. "but i'm only your student. how could i know, if i don't even know you well."

he looked just as shocked as she was - or at least that was what his facial expression told her. but more than the things they were saying, she was surprised of the fillings she felt inside. passion. she barely felt that before, and yet he brought out what was deep inside of her for all this time. "it's pretty bold of you to assume that, mr. ivanov," she smiled at him, all sweet again. she was still leaned forward, with almost all of her upper body over his desk and her maybe a bit too exposed boobs in front of his face. she would probably pass out of embarrassment if she would notice that, but god, she really didn't. "sure. not to the ones that keep rejecting it." she shrugged again and looked at him innocently. she liked this little game they were playing, but it was her first time playing it. and she managed to get this sweetness in it and made it hers. and so she managed to ignore his wink, even though it took all her strength to not gasp at it. "apparently, that's still not enough." she returned back on her chair and crossed her legs. "and there is nothing to do about this, i suppose. or else?"

she did feel bold. she felt daring. she felt passionate. and so she acted. it was not over the top for people in general, but for her it was even beyond. "it's foolish to simply assume that without testing it," she commented his small tak about her experiences and she really got the feeling that she was - even though it was not in her intentions - teasing him. "and what if it's offering itself to you in that very moment and you're just too blind to see it?" she raised her eyebrows a bit and said those words with her sweetest voice like it was just a fact, not a hidden clue.
"well, i guess it's infectious then, this boldness of yours," she smiled at him. was she pushing his buttons, while she never did that to anyone before? he surprised her, she surprised herself. and she liked it. apparently, he liked it too - and just as much as he was hard, she was wet. "yes, that's correct, you shouldn't. but you want to, mr ivanov. am i right?" she bilnked and streightened her back. with him so close to her, her heart started to beat even faster, and yet she remained as calm as possible. "i'm really starting to like your promisses. but i think the only romance you're offering me is fifty shades of grey."

if it was supposed to be so wrong, why did it feel so right? it was more than obvious that he couldn't be more turned on and his lack of self control was leading her to insanity. "oh, you know we're both thinking it. but it would be highly inappropriate," she smiled, blinked, with her sweet attitude being the absolute opposite of the words, coming out of her mouth. she couldn't really see him, because he was standing behind her - but she knew well that he was there. their relationship definitely wasn’t the typical student-teacher one anymore, and frankly, she didn't care. "so that's your problem: love makes you blind. and you just really like what you see." she really was her father's daughter - it didn't show a lot, but in this moment, his fiery nature was shining through her.
"but it has love in it. love, presented in a way that you obviously adore," she answered, before he pulled her up in his arms before prior notice. the smell of her perfume mixing with his cologne busted in her nose, for a moment she felt a bit dizzy, but she soon became aware of how close he was to her. and as much as she was skeptical about this, she wanted it too. and then... she just let herself go. "and so am i, as it seems," she said, with her hand sliding down his shirt towards a boner, that was now more than obvious. "is that right, professor?" god, she is really going to regret that.

"execution? now i think you're just adding extra danger," she said with the calmest voice she could ever make and smiled at him. a part of her was seriously thinking these words, but on the other hand, she was the moroi princess. king and queen's daughter. and beyond all that, his student. maybe her titles were her biggest curse. and she just couldn’t believe that she didn't let them get in her way. or did she really? stepping that line between professional and personal relationship was never a good idea - but in this case, it was idiotic. and so completely irresistible.
he kissed her like he owned her. and she kissed him back. even though he claimed that there was not even a little bit of love in this, she didn't mind - passion was all she needed from him in this moment. she didn't allow herself to breathe, because that would mean going away from him, she didn't allow herself to stop touching him. and then the reality crashed her underneath its enormous weight.
he was her professor. more than ten years older than her. she could of have him killed. this reckless kiss could end his life and horribly effected hers. she broke their kiss, staring in his eyes like sje just saw a demon. "i... am so sorry, professor. i... im sorry," she said, scared like a little girl, realizing she broke her mother's favorite vase. she stayed in his arms for a second more, and then picked up her bag. she rushed out of his office, blushing again and regretting everything she did in the past few minutes. most of all that she ran away from him.