Lexa was nervous. She had taught in front of a lecture room before, she had taken various different classes during her time as a PhD student before. But this was it, this was Lexa's first real lecture, where Lexa was the main lecturer and not just a guest speaker. At the age of 24, Lexa was still relatively young and she had found that a lot of students didn't trust her to effectively teach them. Especially those that were branded "mature" students, not trusting that Lexa had enough knowledge in her young age. Nonetheless, those views weren't going to stop her on her career. Becoming a lecturer hadn't always been something she had wanted, but once starting university, the passion came over her. Now, here she was, about to walk into her very own lecture class, a class of hundreds. And she was nervous.
Yet excited.
She walked unnoticed into the lecture hall, already most of the seats were full and a thrill of excitement ran through her. She walked over to the small desk in front of three large projector screens mounted to the wall and took the microphone that was left on the desk. She began to fiddle with it trying to attach it to her suit jacket, and could tell that this had brought some attention to her. When she was sure the microphone was attached, she quickly opened up the slideshow for today's introductory lecture and turned to face the hundreds of waiting faces.
Hi everyone, I'm going to go ahead and assume that this is everyone first class?" She took a quick glance around the room, all faces looking new and strange. She could already see some people falling asleep in the back, 9am's weren't for everyone. But for the most part, mostly everyone look eager to begin. "In that case, I welcome you all to psychology. I'm Dr. Lexa Woods, and going to introduce you all to cognitive psychology. As this degree incorporates a mixture of cognitive, biological and behavioural for the next 3 years at least, you'll be seeing a lot of me. Please do not hesitate to talk to me about any issues you may have or if you don't understand something during my lecturers. Apart from that, I hope you all enjoy and begin to love cognitive psychology as much as myself".
She decided on keeping the first lecture simple, briefing everyone in on what they would be expected to cover over the first semester of lecture. The coursework they would be expected to hand in throughout the semester, and covering the specific books which they would be expected to refer to each week for following classes. Overall, the first lecture was nothing but an introduction and a welcome to the university.
"I'm aware that today's lecture wasn't very informative in terms of cognitive psychology, but I didn't want to throw everyone in head first without information about the course. Don't let the coursework and exam intimidate you at this stage, I'm here to make sure each and every one of you will be prepared for it all. I've given you all my email, and my office hours, please don't hesitate to get in contact with me if you need any extra information. As for today, we're done. It was lovely meeting you all" Lexa dismissed the class.
As she was gathering up her notes, and detaching the microphone from her jacket, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair. She looked up from her notes and her breath caught in her throat, her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. Fuck. They locked eyes and Lexa knew the girl could see the panic in her eyes, she had slept with a student. She had just started her damn job and already she had fucked up. She swallowed hard and nodded her head slightly, flashing a very brief smile in case any other students were watching her. The girl smiled back quickly, a smile so small she would have missed it if she wasn't watching.
She quickly grabbed the remaining of notes and turned, walking towards the exit at the other side of the room. Away from her mistake.
How could she have been so stupid? She had been a student here at this same university herself, she knows that students would be at that club on Friday. Why did she go home with her? Admittedly, she wasn't exactly thinking about such things. All she was thinking about was the gorgeous blonde approaching her and blatantly coming onto her. All she wanted was to blow some steam for the last time before she started her job. And now she had slept with one of her students. Fucking fuck.
She made her way to her office, closing the door quickly behind her and threw herself down on her chair. What a fucking mess. She placed her head in her hands, her thoughts racing. She knew the girl was legal, at least that meant no real legal action could be taken against her. However, the university certainly wouldn't allow this. If word got out that Lexa had slept with any of her students, her job would most certainly be on the line. Or more like completely over.
She had to make sure no one knew about this. She had to make sure this girl kept this to herself.
But how? She didn't even know this girl's name, and she couldn't risk her being out there, sharing this with everyone and anyone. Sleeping with a lecturer? That was definitely something to be bragged about, especially when she was a student herself. She had heard rumours about one of her own lecturers having an affair with a student. His reputation was forever branded after that, and he eventually left the university. No one knew whether is was his own choice or if the university had asked him to leave, but regardless, she couldn't risk this. She had to find this girl and set things straight. She had her whole career on the line.
Luckily, she already had a friend at the university. A fellow lecturer which she had the privilege of being taught by and worked alongside during her PhD: Anya Greene. She knew the lecturer had they first year psychology students in a mandatory lecture later in the afternoon. She would simply swing by, and listen in on the lecture which she had done many times before therefore Anya wouldn't have any suspicion. She would survey the room and find the girl, and devise a plan to get the girl on her own.
Easy enough.
With a little sigh of relief, Lexa gathered herself and began preparations for her first seminar group of the day.
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After her first seminar of the day, she quickly headed straight back to her office, preparing some new materials before setting of to Anya's lecture.
She finished up with 25 minutes remaining of Anya's lecture, hoping the women hadn't finished early as she had done. She knew introductory lectures didn't last very long.
She made her way quickly through the hallways, avoiding bumping into the bustling students that were leaving lectures. She arrived at the lecture room Anya was currently occupying and opened the door to find that the woman was still very much in the midst of the lecture. Everyone quickly looked over at her at the noise of the door opening, Anya giving her a small smile before continuing on with her speech. Lexa knew that the girl had probably witnessed her walking into the room, and with that knowledge she carried herself a little straighter, lifting her chin and tensing her jaw.
She leaned back against the wall beside the door, listening intently to Anya as her eyes scanned the room. It didn't take long for her eyes to land on the girl, her blonde hair standing out in the sea of brunettes and reds and the obvious platinum blondes. Sitting relatively in the middle of the room, her notepad opened in front of her and her pen tapping against her mouth. She could see the nervous tensing of her jaw, the evident shake of her body as her legs jumped up and down.
Lexa continued to watch. The girl was beautiful, there was no denying that. Her hair was hanging freely over her shoulders, loose curls just like the night they had met. She could see the pout of her lips, her own lips twitched at the memory of how they felt against hers. She couldn't see the blue of her eyes from so far away but they flashed in her memory, the pupils blown with lust but blue specks still visible. The blonde was wearing a tank top that showed off her breast generously and Lexa caught herself having a look, more memories flashing back of them in her hands, in her mouth, the moans that would escape from those lips as she did.
Lexa shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. She was here to put an end to this, to put her mind at rest and know that this girl would keep what happened between them, between them. She wasn't here to get caught up in the blonde all over again, she was only a means to blow off some steam and have one last bad decision before she had to become more responsible, more respectable.
She would not allow herself to be intoxicated by this girl again.
She vaguely heard Anya dismiss the class, before the crowd of students began to collect their things and make their way to the exits. With the sudden rush of students, Lexa lost sight of the girl and had a small surge of panic, she really couldn't afford to allow this girl to have any more time to tell people. She moved from the door, gazing around the heads of students looking for blonde.
Students piled out of the room as Lexa watched, trying to catch sight of the girl again. Her panic begin to rise further when the room was nearly empty, how did she manage to pass by without Lexa noticing? She scanned the room again and found the blonde over by the desk, speaking to Anya.
Her heart race increased. She wouldn't tell Anya, right? Why would she? Surely this would be more something to brag about and not something to feel taken advantage of?
She swallowed the rising panic in her throat and made her way over to Anya and the girl, walking tall. She put on a fake smile as she reached then, "Anya, it's nice to see you again".
Both Anya and the blonde turned to look at her, and she could see the girl's eyes rake over the length of her.
"Lexa, how're you? If you give me just a moment to help Clarke here, I'll be right with you" she smiled.
Clarke. Clarke Clarke Clarke. She smiled at the name, it suited her well. Different, original. She liked it.
"Actually Anya, I was wondering if I could speak to Clarke myself regarding her question earlier" she turned to Clarke and watched as the girl gulped, her eyes never leaving Lexa's.
"Of course, we should be finished here in a few moments"
Lexa nodded at Anya and left the two women to their discussion, waiting patiently by the door. She was watching their body language and trying to catch words that were shared, but nothing seemed to be giving anything serious away. She figured that Clarke was just asking some questions regarding the module. Phew.
With a smile and a nod, Anya dismissed Clarke shortly afterwards and Lexa stood up from leaning against the door, watching as the blonde made her way over. She couldn't help but be impressed by the attractiveness of the blonde, no matter how hard she tried to push those thoughts to the back of her mind, they managed to fight their way forward. Her jeans were hugging her hips tightly and the sway of them as she walked towards Lexa was hypnotising her. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away, losing herself in thoughts of how they were moving underneath her a few nights before. The way they jerked forward when she kissed the inside of her thigh, the shivering as she bit dow-
She was interrupted by the clearing of a throat, finding the blonde standing in front of her with an amused look on her face, "care to share those thoughts?"
Lexa straightened up taller, lifting her chin, "they were nothing important. I was wondering if we could have a talk about…" Lexa looked around her, guaranteeing no one would hear, "Friday night?"
Clarke nodded slightly, her eyes leaving Lexa's stare, "uh sure, but I really have to run to make it to my next lecture. Maybe I can stop by your office?"
Lexa took a moment to think about her schedule, "I'm not free until after 5, could you stop by then?"
"Sure, no problem" Clarke began to walk off, and Lexa quickly caught up in order to say one last final thing.
"Could you please not share this with anyone before we talk?"
Clarke's face softened, Lexa's panic was most probably evident on her face, "of course"
Lexa nodded her thanks and goodbye as the girl went on her way, Lexa stopping in the middle of the hallway to gather her thoughts. She didn't know if she could trust Clarke yet, but there was something about the girl that made her think that she could. She had shown no signs or made any remarks that should worry Lexa.
She just had to get through the next few hours before she would be able to speak to Clarke on her own, in a more private environment. She was sure that she could stop worrying, for now at least.
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The remaining of the day's classes and tasks went rather slowly, as Lexa's mind was distracted with thoughts of Clarke. She kept finding herself remembering the feel of Clarke's skin against hers; Clarke's lips against hers; Clarke's legs tangled with hers the next morning.
She remembered waking up in the unfamiliar room, blonde hair in her mouth and face, legs and arms draped over her. The blonde was obviously deep in her sleep as Lexa was able to wriggle herself free and leave through the front door without even a groan from the sleeping girl. She had thought about the girl throughout the weekend, never really understanding why. There was no doubt that the girl was fantastic in bed, and she told herself that that was the only reason she kept finding flashes of blue eyes, pink lips smiling at her in her thoughts.
She made her way back to her office, busying herself with tidying up the mess of notes and various paperwork that had managed to already pile up on her first day. She was on the middle of paper clipping paperwork into organised piles when there was a knock on her office door. She took a quick glance at the clock and saw it was 5:14pm and her heart began to race as she thought about the girl behind the door. Why was her heart racing?
Smoothing down her shirt and trousers, Lexa made her way over and opened the door. The blonde hair was the first thing she noticed, it was always the first thing she noticed.
"Clarke, come in" she said professionally.
Clarke smiled at her and Lexa was confident that the smile she had been seeing in her thoughts for days now was the perfectly memorised. Clarke stood awkwardly in the middle of the relatively small office, "please take a seat"
Lexa made her way over to her desk, taking her regular seat behind it and watched and Clarke debated with herself for a second on whether or not to take the offer. After a few seconds, she finally went with taking a seat, placing her hands awkwardly on her lap.
"There's no need to be subtle about this, so I'll just say what needs to be said. What happened between us was a mistake. If I had known you were one of my students, it would have never happened. With that being said, it did and I would appreciate it if you would keep this between us."
Lexa watched as Clarke digested everything she had just said, "you think it was a mistake?"
"Of course I do. You're my student, Clarke." Lexa didn't understand why Clarke was asking about that.
"And if I wasn't your student?"
Lexa tilted her head to the side, what was this girl getting at? "It doesn't matter, you are my student therefore it was a mistake"
"It didn't feel like a mistake to me"
"Of course not, I was a student myself, Clarke. I understand the appeal of sleeping with a lecturer but I assure it, it was a mistake"
Clarke licked her bottom lip before her teeth sunk into it and Lexa momentarily found herself mesmerised by the movements. "And there's no appeal of sleeping with a student?"
Lexa shook her head. She could feel herself heating up under Clarke's gaze, she could see the pupils taking over blue.
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Clarke questioned.
"I'm not aware of what you're referring to, Clarke" Lexa found her voice.
Clarke sat forward in her chair, leaning forward and giving Lexa a perfect view of her cleavage. She fought the urge to look, not giving Clarke the advantage.
"Yes you do, Lexa."
Lexa swallowed hard at the way her tongue rolled off Clarke's tongue. It was becoming particularly difficult to keep her eyes on Clarke's. Those eyes were challenging her, were tempting her but if she looked away, she knew her gaze would fall to forbidden areas.
"It's not allowed, Clarke."
A wicked smile spread across Clarke's face and Lexa knew she was in trouble.
"Tell me it's not allowed, and I want it more. I want you more"
"Clarke" she warned.
The blonde stood up and began to walk around the desk, her finger sliding across the edge of the desk as she did. Lexa couldn't take her eyes off the sway of Clarke's hips once again, and she could feel the heat building in her centre. "tell me it doesn't excite you. That knowing you shouldn't doesn't make you want it more"
Clarke came to a stop beside Lexa's chair, leaning back against the desk, a wicked glint in her eye as she looked down at her.
"It doesn't" she answered as strongly as she could, trying to hide the effect the girl was having on her.
"I've seen you squeezing for thighs together, Lexa. I know it excites you as much as it does me."
"Clarke, I think you should leave now" she really needed to get this girl away from her. Her thoughts were beginning to cloud and she knew it wouldn't take much more for her to lose her restraint.
"I can't get you out of my mind" Clarke admitted.
Lexa looked up then, "what?"
"Friday night, I can't get it out of my head. I can't get how you made me feel out of my head" Clarke's head tilted back and Lexa ached to kiss the exposed skin at her neck, "fuck" she heard the girl's voice becoming husky around the word. She noticed the whites of her knuckles as Clarke gripped the edge of the desk, "I get wet every time"
Lexa gulped. She started to stand without even thinking about it, her body taking on a mind of its own. She could see the smile on Clarke's face as her head was still tilted towards the ceiling, eyes closed.
"I'm aching for it, Lexa. Ever since I saw you this morning, I can't get the image of your head between my legs out of my head" she finally turned her head towards Lexa, looking her in the eye "it's driving me crazy".
Lexa looked into those dark eyes, overcome with desire and watched a Clarke leaned into her, "I need you between my legs again, Lexa" she whispered. She felt the girl's breath against her lips and her eyes fluttered closed.
She was losing.
And when Clarke's lips met hers, she knew she was a goner. She felt the blonde's lips kissing her softly, hesitantly, waiting for Lexa's approval. Which she quickly gave, her hands caught grip of Clarke's waist, pushing her back against the desk against the desk. Clarke gasped against Lexa's lips at the sudden aggression and quickly wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck, a hand grabbing a fistful of brown hair, pulling Lexa's closer. Lexa bit down on Clarke's bottom lip, a little yelp of surprise coming from the blonde as Lexa took hold of her thighs and lifted her on top of the desk. Clarke smiled against her lips briefly before she opened her mouth to let Lexa in and her sense were invaded and how the blonde tasted. She gripped harder at Clarke's hips, the girl's shirt riding up at little and when her hand made contact with skin, Clarke moaned in her mouth.
"Doesn't feel so wrong now, does it?" The blonde whispered against her lips before she took a teasing nibble at her bottom lip. Not having the blonde's tongue in her mouth worked wonders for Lexa's brain to kick back into action, Clarke's words reminding her what she was doing.
She pushed back from Clarke, both women breathing heavily and pupils blown. "I can't do this" she spoke quietly.
"If I remember correctly, you can do it pretty well" Clarke smirked, trying to pull Lexa back in by the shirt.
"No. I can't do this. You're my student, Clarke"
"The student you just had your tongue down their throat. Don't start making rules now, not when we both want it"
Lexa pulled Clarke's hands off her shirt and stepped back out of the girl'd reach, "you should leave now, Clarke"
The blonde looked at her, trying to read her face as Lexa done the best she could to remain stoic and assertive, "now" she demanded again.
The blonde jumped down off the desk, fixing her shirt and smoothing her hair. "You can't fight it forever" she warned before she turned and made her way out of the office.
Once the door was fully closed, Lexa fell down on her chair. So much for guaranteeing Clarke would keep her mouth shut. All she had to do was control herself and she failed at it.
What was so special about this girl, and how was she so easily able to break down Lexa's self restraint? She had to stay away from her. If she wanted this job to go as smoothly as she first planned, if she wanted to ensure her career in this university. She had to stay away from Clarke.
It should be easy, right?
