_____ bit her lip and shook her hair into her face as she knocked on Professor Kirkland's front door. She, regardless of the fact that she was naturally shy, was extremely nervous and embarrassed to be there. Tutoring. Of all reasons to be here, it was because she needed tutoring. Joy. _____, unlike every other girl in her class, was taking British Literature with Professor Kirkland for the class. Every other girl was there because he was the youngest and sexiest teacher at the university. Sure, he was pretty dreamy, but she wanted to focus on her academics.
She couldn't help but have a crush on her extremely attractive teacher. He was just absolutely perfect; a gentleman, scholar, but still a little quirky and somewhat cynical. He was amazing. And that accent. Oh, how it made _____ melt. She was a huge sucker for British accents. Her thoughts were interrupted when Arthur Kirkland himself answered the door. She had been expecting his younger brother (and her good friend) Alfred to come to the door, like he normally did.
"Oh, _____. Good to see you, do come in~" he chirped in his cute accent. She walked into the house, not really expecting
Such a mess. It was evident that her surprise showed on her face, so Arthur explained.
"I apologize for the mess, Alfred had some friends over earlier, and he still won't clean up his mess!" The last bit was shouted in the general direction of the kitchen, where a distinctive grunt arose. _____ giggled quietly, and then turned red when Arthur laughed with her. "I really am sorry about the mess; we'll have to have our lesson down in the basement. If you don't mind, that is," the gentleman said. She nodded silently, still red.
Arthur cleared his throat to try and mask the blush arising on his face. Dear God in Heaven, _____ was just scrumptiously adorable! He felt as if he could barely contain himself around her. He was glad to have her to himself for a while, without all those sluts throwing themselves at him in the way. They walked down into the basement, feeling around for the switch to turn on the light. In doing so, _____ waved her hand through a spider web, and she squeaked in her moment of terror as the spider crawled up her arm. In that same moment, she lost her footing on the stairs and began to fall forward. Luckily, Arthur caught her arm and pulled her up, her petite body crashing into his. They stared at each other for a moment with obvious (to any other person at least) connotations of pure desire. But as per always, they quickly looked away, blushing like mad, and straightening themselves out.
Arthur found the switch and they made their way to the table in the middle of the room. "Now then, how about we start with Beowulf?" Arthur suggested. _____ nodded and pulled her old, beat up copy of the epic and some brightly colored pens and highlighters out of her messenger bag. Over the next half hour, her hands flew, highlighting and annotating the poem. But not only that, they were deep in discussion about the deeper meanings of the text and yadda yadda yadda. Arthur couldn't stop staring at _____. She was so cute when she looked determined. And this was the most he'd ever heard her talk at once- no, scratch that. It was the most he'd heard her talk ever. She was right on his level of thinking with the symbolism. It was obvious that she'd read the poem closely before. As fun as it was, _____ was getting a teensy bit frustrated.
"Professor Kirkland, I-"
"Please love, call me Arthur," he interrupted. She sighed quietly.
"Okay Arthur. If you don't mind my digression from the topic for a moment, I would like to ask you a question." She waited for a response, and he made a motion to suggest her to continue. "I have close read this poem so many times, I understand all of the symbolism behind it, and have even raised a few suggestions that you yourself admitted to not thinking of before. I know the story backwards and forwards. You are the one who requested that I come have private tutorials, so my question is why am I really here?" Arthur turned his head away, trying to hide his blush.
"Honestly love, I just wanted a reason to spend the day with you
" he replied quietly. _____ was florid, and she twiddled her thumbs.
"Really?" she managed to squeak out. Arthur nodded, and leaned in a little closer.
"Why of course, love. You're obviously on at least the same level intellectually as I am, and care about my class for the academic value, if you just want to look at what is on the surface." _____ leaned in a little too.
"And if you go below the surface?" she asked. Arthur leaned in a little more.
"You're a genuinely sweet girl, albeit quite shy and quiet. I've seen your flashes of confidence, which are absolutely inspiring. I don't understand you, but that mystery makes you all the more appealing. You have such a big voice, and are quite opinionated. However you're shy and introverted. Your personality contradicts deliciously," he replied. His final word was murmured intimately, and it sent shivers down her spine. He continued on.
"Your laugh is completely adorable, your eyes are large, sparkling pools of (e/c) that I could just get lost in for hours on end, and I just want to kiss you every minute of every day for the rest of eternity. You are positively scrumptious~" he continued in a very sensual manner. The last sentence was whispered sensually in her ear, and she nearly melted on the spot. They stared intensely into each other's eyes, leaning in closer and closer. They were millimeters away from the most passionate kiss in the history of mankind, when Alfred burst through the door.
"Yo, dudes! Either of y'all wanna come help me with this mess-
" he shouted as he came down the steps. He noticed the situation and backed up a bit. "Oh
my bad, man. Imma just
yeah." He scurried up the stairs and ran out of the room. _____ blushed for the millionth time and pulled away.
"I think that this is my cue to leave," she said, gathering her things. Arthur cleared his throat and handed her some pens that had fallen on the floor.
I'll see you in class tomorrow," he replied awkwardly. She giggled nervously and he escorted her back up the stairs. As she left the doorway, Arthur pulled her back and kissed her passionately. Her heart was pounding about a mile a minute, but she responded to his kiss immediately. Moments later, Alfred poked his head into the mix, blocking them from each other.
"This is 'jolly good' and all, but who's gonna help me clean this shit hole?" he interjected. Arthur rolled his eyes and relinquished _____ from his grasp. She whimpered a bit, but it wasn't all bad, and she got to watch Arthur scold his younger brother. She giggled and strutted out of the house, walking a little taller at that moment.