Author's note: Review and let me know if you'd be interested in reading the detention scene. If anyone is interested, it will be posted as a chapter two on this story. Anyhow, I truly hope you enjoy!

Summary: "I had a dream about you." Click, click, click... Oh, how their fingers raced across the keypad. Rated M.

Send and Receive

Aria awoke with a cold sweat, shivering beneath the covers. The familiar throb between her legs was growing to a point where she nearly moaned. She cuddled into the Hollis hoodie she wore over her pyjamas, inhaling the scent within it. Of course, she should have realized... of course she'd have a dream like that if she had gone to sleep with his scent invading her nostrils.

Reaching down, she quickly discarded her pyjamas bottoms and began to stroke herself. Trying to eliminate the ache of her core, her thoughts travelled to Ezra and how he could immediately find the exact place where she needed him most. It never seemed to a problem for his talented fingers ... or other things, for that matter.

After having no success in pleasuring herself, and only increasing her need for Ezra, she shakily climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the day of school.

Aria ran into first period English fifteen minutes late, much to everyone's surprise – including Ezra; she was never late. "Sorry Mr. Fitz," she mumbled as she briskly strode to her desk, not looking him in the eyes for even a second.

"It's fine Miss Montgomery, but I am forced to give you an after school detention nonetheless."

Aria nodded, but internally groaned. How was she supposed to make it through an entire day and a detention without reaching into her skirt? Pulling out her novel, she tried to ignore Ezra's prying gaze. Even more so, tried to ignore the way her walls contracted, desperately wanting something to encircle and clench onto.

Ezra felt horrible. He hated to give his top student and girlfriend a detention. However, it was school policy: if you were late, you got detention. The last thing he wanted to do was raise suspicions of special treatment. What made Ezra feel even worse was the fact that there appeared to be something seriously wrong with Aria. Not only had she come in late, but she looked flustered and disorganized in her seat. That, and she wouldn't even spare a glance his way. Pulling out his phone discretely, he typed a message into the keypad and sent it out.

He heard a quiet buzzing mid-room, but made it look like he hadn't heard. He watched from the corner of his eye as Aria fumbled with her phone. She read it quickly, still not sparing him a single look.

You okay?

She hurriedly typed her reply and put her phone into her lap.

Fine.

Ezra raised an eyebrow at the simple reply; Aria was amazing with words and rarely used one-word sentences. He decided to give her some space and placing his phone on the corner of his desk. Ezra attempted to concentrate on his work, but his mind continued to drift to Aria.

Several moments later, he glanced up to observe the class, only to find Aria sitting uncomfortably as her desk, eyes clenched shut, hand furiously clutching onto her pencil – her knuckles turning white from the strain. However, what really caught his attention was the fact that her leg was curled underneath her, her heel pressed into her just to the point where he was sure that if she moved at all ... And sure enough, Aria was rocking slightly, slowly and softly, into her heel. Ezra couldn't believe his eyes.

A) she was getting off in front of her boyfriend,
B) her boyfriend just so happened to be her teacher; the teacher of the class she was currently sitting in,
and C) she appeared not to notice what she was even doing. Thankfully, the rest of the class hadn't either.

Flipping his phone open, he typed quickly and then continued to mark a truly poorly written essay.

Aria nearly cried out when her phone vibrated against her. Picking it up, she was surprised to see it read from EF. She opened the message and her eyes flew to the front of the room. Ezra appeared to not be paying attention and Aria looked down to make sure she'd read it right.

Pleasuring yourself in class, babe? Risky... how horny are you?

Her fingers flew across the keys. If he already knew, she sure as hell wasn't going to keep it from him. She was a little embarrassed, but she should have figured; he knew her body better than anybody.

I had a dream about you...

She awaited a reply and soon enough, her phone vibrated in her hand as another text from EF was sent and received.

Did I fuck you good?

She was surprised. Sure, they'd sexted before, but never in class, and never this forward.

Unbelievably amazingly well.

Babe, why didn't you take care of it before class?

Aria thought back to her unsuccessful morning and sighed. I tried ... I couldn't do it; I needed you there.

Ezra felt himself grow, a tent forming within his pants. As he started to type back, a student raised their hand, "Mr. Fitz, could you help me with this question? I don't quite understand it."

He cleared his throat. "Sure, please come on up." There was no way in hell he was going to go to the student's desk. It was be way too obvious that he was hot for one of his students. After helping Theodore Walters with question six, he continued with his text.

And if I had been there this morning? ;)

Aria could feel herself flushing to a further degree she must have somewhat resembled a clown. She let her eyelids fall shut for a brief moment, trying to relax herself. With no relief, she messaged Ezra back.

Ezra, I want you inside me; your fingers on my clit.

He had a hard time not running to her desk, taking her right there and then. After all, how could he let his woman nearly cry out for him and not help her in any way she needed..?

Aria felt herself grow wetter with each passing moment. With each second, as her wetness grew, her frustration mounted at an alarmingly fast rate. He was so close, but yet so far away. She could barely handle the fact that he was perched upon his chair, having the same sexual thoughts as her, mere meters from where she was. And from their situation, he could do absolutely nothing to ease the throb between her legs. Her phone buzzed again and she scrolled through previous texts in order to find it.

How wet are you?

She didn't hesitate to answer his question. Quickly glancing around, happy to find that no one was looking back, she shifted her position.

Ezra's eyes rose from his work as he heard the unmistakable sound of Aria moving in her desk. His eyebrows rose while his eyes widened and considerable amount. Aria had separated her legs and was showing him a gorgeous view of her deep purple thong. However, what caught his attention was the fact that she was soaked. His phone vibrated next to him.

Extremely. All for you.

I hope so. You have no idea how much I want to rip those off of you and fuck you.

Aria couldn't believe he would suggest such a thing; had he not been paying attention? Are you serious? Can you not see me? I think I have a pretty damn good idea.

The bell shrilly rang out and Aria jumped at the intrusion to her thoughts. Quickly grabbing her stuff, she exited the classroom before she and Ezra could do something they'd regret. With her in this position, she wasn't sure if she could control herself around her English teacher at the moment.

Spencer, Hannah, and Emily caught up with her as she headed to her history class. "Hey Aria, are you feeling alright?" Spencer questioned thoughtfully, placing her hand on Aria's shoulder.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, absolutely. I just couldn't get to sleep last night then I slept through my alarm. I'm fine though, thanks!" Aria stammered a bit, but tried to look reassuring. She smiled shakily at each of them, and while Spencer and Emily bought it with a returning smile, Hannah raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow as she took in Aria's appearance. She pulled out her phone and clicked away at the keys.

Hannah turned to Spencer and they rushed to Chemistry together. Aria's phone buzzed and she found two text messages waiting.

Opening the first, she noticed it was from Hannah. Surprised, because they'd just spoke, she read the text silently. Blushing furiously, her fingers quickly deleted the message. She didn't need anyone coming across that.

Looks like someone is extremely hot for Fitzy ;)

She scrolled to the second one.

Detention will be held at my apartment today, Miss Montgomery. You've been a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished. Don't be late.

She breathed a silent sigh of relief. Although she had to wait through an entire day of classes, she knew most definitely that her problem would be taken care of soon enough. Ezra would make sure she felt better and then some. The ache returned with a desperate need as Aria thought about the hours that lay ahead for that evening, in detention, with Ezra. "I can't wait for this day to be over," she muttered.

Emily, who was still with her, walked with her to their history class. "I know what you mean. If I were in your position, I would want it to end too. I hate waking up late. Oh well, let's just get to class – you don't need another detention today."

That was right; she sure didn't need another detention. However, if this "other detention" happened to be with Ezra, she was sure she could handle it.