A/N:
This idea has been floating around at the back of my mind for a while, figured I'd better put pen to paper before I went insane. This was originally meant to be a one-shot so it is not finished, I mean, it will be finished but I figured we need some Ezria happiness right now. So, I'm uploading part of it and then you'll get the rest soonish… I five essays due over the next two weeks so once they're done I'll work on this.
In the story, Ezra and Aria never met in the bar and they are JUST student and teacher.
I do not own PLL, I'd be ashamed if I did.
"Right so, I have some very exciting news to announce!" I clapped my hands loudly, forcing my AP English class to fall silent so that class could begin. "As you all know, five students from this school got into the semi-finals for the national short story competition. Well, I got a call this morning from the co-ordinator of the competition and I have the honour of announcing that not one, but TWO students in this class have placed. Will Aria Montgomery and Spencer Hastings please stand up. Lets give them a round of applause."
The two girls stood up from their respective places and smiled awkwardly as their classmates clapped. Spencer was tall, skinny and embodied "geek chic". I liked her; she performed well in class and participated greatly. Aria, the smaller girl near the back, was quirky and, as inappropriate as it was for me to admit, she was gorgeous. Aria, I knew, had a thirst in her for English and I loved teaching her. The girls took their seats again and I continued with my speech.
"Myself and the two girls will be travelling down to Florida this weekend to the ceremony where each finalist will read their story in front of the judges and the winner gets an internship at White Swan Publishers as well as one thousand dollars for the school. So well done girls and see me after class so we can plan. Now," I rubbed his hands together and grinned at my students, "Who's ready for Shakespeare?"
The class passed much the same as usual. I asked questions about the piece they were reading, the class remained silent until I either prompted them and they would agree with my answers, or Aria and/or Spencer would reply. At the end of the class, Spencer and Aria both approached my desk as requested.
"So, girls, congratulations again on getting this far! I need you both to get your parents to sign these slips and return them to me tomorrow morning."
"Mr Fitz, I won't be able to go," Spencer announced with a frown, "I have the scholastic decathlon this weekend and I'm team captain."
"Ah," I said, "That puts a spanner in the works, alright." I turned to Aria who was biting her lip as she looked at me expectantly. "I presume you have no issue with the arrangements?"
"No, Mr Fitz," she replied, "Is it okay if I go now? My brother needs me to drive him home." I nodded and handed her the slip. Our fingers accidentally brushed and the warmth of her skin sent shivers up my spine. I yanked my hand back and frowned, wondering what the hell that was and why the heck did it happen.
Aria smiled and walked out the door, her heels clacking against the linoleum with every step. My eyes wondered down to her ass, which looked amazing in the tight, red and black skirt she was wearing. It took me a second to realise what I was doing and I snapped myself out of it, turning back to an expectant Spencer Hastings.
"Well, I guess Aria could read your story, too," I told her, "I don't see how that would be a problem." Spencer nodded and pulled out a notebook. Why had I checked out my student's ass? Strike that, why had I liked my student's ass?
"Well, then I better give you some notes on it," she asserted, making me groan internally. It was gonna be a long evening.
That evening, I collapsed onto my couch with a groan, rubbing my shoulder to try and relieve some of the tension teaching High School creates. Spencer Hastings had kept me long after the final bell had rung, going through every part of her short story she wanted to edit and remove and put in. It was exhausting but at least now it was done.
Ella Montgomery, Aria's mother, had stopped by just as I was leaving to return the permission slip to me, meaning that Thursday morning Aria and I would be setting off for Florida. I was a bit uncomfortable about travelling alone with my student to a different state, even more so now that Spencer wouldn't be accompanying us so I'd have to spend a lot more one-on-one time with Aria. It was made worse by the fact that the principal wasn't going to subsidise the trip so we'd have to take my car. Fifteen hours alone in a car with my student didn't sound too appealing but I knew that I couldn't complain seeing as I'd pushed the students to take part in the competition, not that Aria needed much persuasion.
My thoughts drifted back to her behind and how I wished I could just touch it. No sooner did the thought cross my mind than I snapped myself out of it, again. I wasn't sure why my thoughts kept returning to her but I knew that I needed to stop; she was my student after all, my eighteen-year-old student.
I made a promise to myself when I began teaching in Rosewood High six months ago that I would never cross that line with a student and I intended to stick by it. She was my student, that's all. And it wasn't as if I wanted to sleep with her, she just had a nice ass. I was an ass man, I always had been. She has nice breasts, too spoke a voice at the back of my mind. I closed my eyes and exhaled, this was getting ridiculous. I hadn't even realised that I paid her so much attention. Stupid, pervy subconscious.
The rest of my evening past slowly as I reheated left over Chinese, graded papers and cracked open a beer or two – it was the typical weekday night of a single High School teacher. By eleven thirty, I was fit for bed so I lazily cleaned up the coffee table and shed my clothes, climbing into bed in only my boxers.
I lay awake for a little while, thinking about nothing in particular until somehow I got to thinking about how long it had been since I'd had sex. I realised that it had been over a month, heading towards two, since the one-night-stand I'd had with a blonde named Alice from Hardy's work party. An image of her naked body writhing beneath me crossed my mind and I felt a familiar stirring in my boxers.
I reached down and pulled my member out, stroking it languidly as I continued to imagine Alice and myself going at it in a bunch of different positions. Various other images popped into my head as I continued to stroke myself faster and faster; celebrities, ex-girlfriends, and women I'd met in the past all came to mind in various states of undress. My hand continued to gain speed and pressure, my orgasm just out of reach. I needed something to push me over.
That's when her face popped into my mind. I tried to push it away, knowing how wrong it was, but the pleasure I felt when thinking about her was intriguing. I let myself think of Aria's ass again, wondering what it looked like in lace, what it would look like bent over with me sliding into her from behind, fucking my student over a desk.
I groaned out loud at the images playing before me, my imagination running wild with illicit visions of Aria as I felt my orgasm rush through me. I lay there panting for a moment when I was done, wondering what the fuck just happened. Guilt began to take hold as I realised that I had just gotten off to thinking about an eighteen year old girl, one that sat one row in from the window in my second period English class, one that come Thursday I'd be spending five days with.
Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, I cleaned myself up and lay back beneath my sheets, suddenly feeling wide-awake.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed quickly as Aria and I prepared for the trip. I'd spoken to both Ella and Byron, Aria's parents, assuring them that their daughter would be safe with me and that I'd look after her in Florida. I wondered what they'd think of me if they knew that over the past two days I had jacked off to the image of her bent over my desk… more than once. Although they probably couldn't think much worse of me than I did already.
I vowed that I would stop with my inappropriate thoughts of her and focus on winning the competition for her and Spencer. She was eighteen for crying out loud. Before I knew it, Thursday had rolled around and we were reversing out of the school parking lot, en route for Florida.
It was quiet in the car for the first twenty minutes before Aria spoke up.
"Can I put on some music?" She asked, reaching out towards my radio. I nodded and she hit the switch causing one of my albums to start playing. I noticed Aria smile out of the corner of my eye as song began to play.
"I love this song!" She exclaimed as the soft melody of 'Happiness' filled the car. My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You know The Fray?" I asked.
"Don't seem so surprised, Mr Fitz," she retorted, "It is possible for people my age to know good music."
I glanced over at her and chuckled. Her eyebrow was quirked as she dared me to challenge her. She bit her tongue teasingly, something I had noticed her doing before when we were working on her short story or when she was working on a pop quiz.
I cleared my throat and turned back to the freeway, hoping that Aria had not noticed her teacher's eyes lingering on her lips and the tantalising pink muscle that lay between them. My resolve to act professional was slipping with every word she uttered.
"I just figured that girls your age only listened to 'the Biebs' and, I don't know, One Direction," I told her with a shrug.
Aria scoffed, "That may be true for Hanna, but do I look like a 1D kind of girl to you?"
Against my better judgement, my eyes gave her a once over, taking in details like her perfectly manicured, blood red nails, and the skull print dress she had paired with chunky boots that looked like they weighed a tonne each. They added at least five inches to her stature, making her legs look like they went on forever.
"No," I shook my head, "You don't."
"You never really know a girl until you step into her shoes and walk around in them," she said, hinting towards the famous quote by Atticus Finch, her eyes lighting up as a smile made its way onto her face.
"Hmmm, I think I'll pass, if you don't mind," I said with a laugh, "Something tells me I wouldn't get far in your shoes. I don't even know how you walk in them."
Aria laughed and lifted up her leg, inspecting her heavy-looking boots. I swallowed as I glanced over at her, noticing that her dress had shifted a couple of inches up her thighs from the movement. My imagination broke free and suddenly I was imagining them wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, not looking up, "I think you have the legs for them." She giggled at her own joke but I was too focused on the creamy skin of her thighs to articulate a response. Why was I suddenly so attracted to her? I wondered. Maybe because you've been getting yourself off to the image of her for the past couple of days, came the annoying voice from the back of my head.
"Mr Fitz?"
Aria's voice woke me up from whatever stupor I was in and I hastily returned my eyes to the road, a blush creeping up my neck as I realised I had been caught red-handed. My palms became sweaty as I waited her for to yell or scream and I had to grip the wheel harder to keep them from slipping. When she didn't speak, I felt compelled to.
"Quite right, too," I supplied, feebly, allowing the awkward silence to fall around us once more.
We drove in silence for the next hour and I kept my eyes firmly glued to the road. Aria was busy texting on her phone and I prayed to every God I knew of that she wasn't telling her friends that she has caught me staring at her bare legs.
I spotted a sign for Taco Bell up ahead and decided to pull over so I could stretch my legs. Also, I hoped that getting food would start up some form of conversation between us.
"You hungry?" I asked her. Aria looked up, surprise written on her face. I watched as she spotted the sign for Taco Bell, too.
"Sure."
"Great."
"Yep."
We drove for another ten minutes before I took the turn off and we pulled up outside the fast-food chain. I stood up out of the car and stretched, feeling my bones and joints pop. It felt good to be out of the stuffy car. Aria was putting on her lipstick so I strode around and opened the passenger door for her.
"Thanks," she muttered, stepping out of my car. "I'm gonna go to the restroom." I nodded and let her by, unable to keep my eyes ogling from her shapely ass as she sauntered away.
An image of her bent over my desk with me sliding in and out of her from behind sprang to mind and I groaned. These were going to be a hard few days. Literally.
"So…" Aria prompted, breaking the awkward silence that had settled around us as we ate the greasy food before us. We had each been picking at our meals and avoiding eye contact for at least ten minutes.
"Are you always this talkative?" I teased, watching a blush spread across her cheeks and enjoying the fact that it was me who put it there a little too much.
"Well, I'm not usually on road trips with my AP English teacher," she retorted, popping a fry into her mouth and quirking an eyebrow at me.
"Touché," I replied, smiling at her kindly. I realised I was going to have to try harder to be more accommodating and teacher-like. She's a student, not a potential screw-buddy, I told my brain, using one of Hardy's preferred terms. "So tell me about yourself," I said, "I already got that you like good music, but what else lies behind those hazel eyes?"
Aria looked taken aback for a moment before she took a big gulp from her soy latte and opened her mouth, "Well, I want to teach, maybe write, I'm not sure yet. I love photography, too, I took a class in Hollis last summer and fell in love with it so I might do that on the side. I've actually been working on a portfolio based off of old Hollywood films." As she told me about the different shoots and which films inspired them, many of which were my favourites, it took all I had not to let my jaw drop; she was fascinating. "Uh, what else. I love travelling. I'd love to take a year out and see Europe and Asia. I spent a year in Iceland and fell in love with how people live there. It's beautiful." Her eyes glazed over as she revisited some distant memory. I watched her intently, studying her while I had the chance. I couldn't figure out why I was so drawn to her.
"I'm pretty boring, I know," Aria continued, obviously mistaking my blank stare as something different.
"I think you're amazing," I blurted without thinking. Now it was my turn to blush. "I just mean that you're smart, you've travelled, you've got great taste in music… you're different." Once again Aria raised her eyebrow at me. "Good different," I clarified.
"Thank you," she breathed with a small smile. "What about you, Mr Fitz? I'd like to know more about the man behind the waist-coat."
The two of us cracked up and I threw a fry at her. She looked at me in shock before launching one of her own at me.
"Careful, Miss Montgomery, such cheek can land you in detention," I warned jokingly, feeling myself relax around her. I hoped that she was feeling more comfortable around me, too. It was gonna be a long weekend if things continued like they did in the car.
"Oh, I'm so scared," Aria said, feigning fear.
"You should be! Everyone knows not to mess with a man in a waistcoat." I launched another fry at her and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she caught it in her mouth.
"And you should know never to throw fries at a girl in vintage," she retorted once she'd swallowed. My only response was to cough thickly.
This girl would be the death of me.
We returned to the car shortly after that and I noticed some ominous looking clouds up ahead. We still had ten hours before we reached our destination so I hoped hat they would clear up.
Twenty minutes later, however, the first drop fell – followed by a torrent of others.
"Crap," I muttered as I flicked the wipers onto full. Glancing over at Aria I noticed that she had nodded off and was leaning her head against the window. My eyes caught on her pout but I pulled them back to the road, knowing that I needed to focus on my driving.
Luckily the rain was no heavier than what we get weekly in Rosewood so it wasn't too hard to drive through. I just hoped that it would ease off soon.
For the next twenty minutes the car was silent except for the steady pitter-patter of rain hitting the windshield so I let my mind drift to the competition we were heading to. Aria would be competing against ten other students for the top prize but I had a feeling that she had it in the bag. Spencer's story was of course brilliant, too, but Aria just had so much passion and depth in her, which she managed to transfer into her writing.
Aria's story was fantastic and I wasn't just saying that because I was her teacher. I fully believed that she could make it as a writer one day. Her story was way better than any of the stuff I has written at her age, heck it was probably better than most of the stuff I write now.
Why couldn't she be older? I cursed. It was just my luck to meet the most perfect girl who was not only beautiful but actually had interests in common with me, and for her to be my student. It did occur to me that Aria was graduating at the end of this semester but what would she want me for? I was her teacher and way too old for her. Was I really so desperate that I'd consider asking my student out?
Either way, she could be off to the other side of the country for all I know. I made myself stop thinking about her and focused on the never-ending freeway in front of me.
Five minutes later, I heard it. A soft moan, so quiet that I wasn't sure I'd heart it at all, broke the silence.
My grip on the wheel tightened as I tried to convince myself that what I had heard was only Aria shifting in her sleep or waking up. Glancing over at her saw that neither were true.
Her hand was gripping her inner thigh and she was biting her lip, moaning softly.
"Mmm… Mr Fitz…" she moaned, her eyes moving rapidly beneath her eyelids. Was she having a… a sex dream about me? It took everything in me to keep my eyes on the road and not crash the car.
I didn't know what to do, but when I saw her shift her hips out of the corner of my eye I knew I had to do something.
"Yes…oh God…" she whimpered softly again. Against my better judgement I allowed my eyes to glance over at her, letting out a moan myself when I saw that her hand had completely disappeared beneath her skirt. Forcing myself to look back at the road, I felt myself twitch in my pants and cursed. Shit. Now of all times was not the time to be getting hard.
Mrs Welsh naked, Mrs Welsh naked, Mrs Welsh naked.
I willed the developing tent in my trousers to go down, but it was damn near impossible with Aria moaning m name beside me.
Focusing on the road was becoming harder and harder along with the situation in my pants. The rain was getting heavier, too, so I switched on the radio to see if there were any weather warnings. Well, that and to get the images of Aria moaning beneath me as I thrust into her hot, wet centre out of my mind. Damn it.
Mrs Welsh naked and dancing, Mrs Welsh naked and dancing, Mrs Welsh naked and dancing.
The radio drowned out any moans Aria was making and provided the distraction I needed to get my erection to abate slightly, not an easy task when a beautiful girl was moaning my name whilst touching herself less than three feet away from me.
"Commuters are warned to watch out for heavy thunder and lighting storms as they travel this evening. Flood warnings have been issued for…"
Crap, I thought as I realised that our route would lead us into not one but two of the areas that could be potentially flooded.
I stared out at the rain pounding against the windshield and considered our options. We were making good time and could be lucky in avoiding the worst of it if we kept going. The other option was to wait for the storm to blow over in a motel and start out early in the morning. I pulled over at the side of the road and killed the engine. The rain was falling so hard now that I feared it would crack the glass. Where the heck had the storm come from?
The jolt from the car cutting out woke Aria and she looked around herself in confusion. I noticed her hastily removing her hand from where it had been… resting.
"Mr Fitz," she said, panic evident in her voice, "I can-"
"The storm is getting pretty bad," I told her, cutting off whatever it was that she was going to say.
"Huh?"
I was about to reply when a loud clap of thunder made us both jump. Moments later the lightning followed.
"Shit," Aria gasped.
"Shit, indeed," I echoed, not bothering to reprimand her for using language like that in front of her teacher.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, "You can't drive in this weather, it's not safe." I nodded in agreement, watching the rapidly flowing rivers of water on the windows.
"You're right," I said, "But we need to try get as far as we can if we want to make it in time tomorrow."
"I hate storms," she said, fear making her voice shake. I reached a hand out and placed it on her shoulder, squeezing softly.
"We'll be okay," I told her, forcing myself not to jump when another clap of thunder rumbled loudly, "I'll pull over when I think it's too dangerous. I swear."
Aria nodded shakily, her eyes wide as she looked at the rain.
"Okay," she said, turning to look at me. Our eyes met and she smiled.
"Okay."