I gave him a quicker kiss then I had planned, but I was nervous. I didn't even give him the time to kiss back. I pulled away, our eyes meeting again. I could see the surprise on his face as clear as day. Was that a bit of relief I could see in those warm brown eyes?
My arms were still around his neck, and Luke didn't make any signals telling that he was uncomfortable.
I continued to stare into his deep brown eyes, unsure of what to do next, and fearful of his reaction. Luke most likely thought of us as only friends, nothing more. I didn't care. During all the years he was off adventuring and solving puzzles, I had thought of him and, more importantly, thought of us

And that was what brought me the courage to lean in for another kiss, a kiss more passionate than the last. To my surprise and satisfaction, Luke pressed his lips against mine, and I felt that fluttering in my chest yet again. When the fluttering got so distracting that I couldn't bear it anymore, I pulled away, looking at him with a nervous gaze. He was blushing, probably much more than I was. "Arianna, I..."
My arms retreated back to my sides and I looked at him, not sure what to say.
Out of everything sweet and romantic I could've said, I let out a small, "I'm sorry." And sat on my couch, looking up at Luke still.
To my surprise, he sat next to me, with an amused look on his face. "You're...sorry?" I nodded, pretending to be interested with something on my dress. "Don't be! I just...can't believe you'd try something like that." I began to play with some thread on my dress, glancing up at him for a moment to show him I was listening.

"I never could've done that. Even though I... Sort of... Like you a lot," he said, and I looked up at him, giving a small smile, feeling relieved. It worked. If I hadn't given him those two kisses, he never would've said how he felt, and neither would I. He scooted over closer to me, and the tension had pretty much disappeared. Again, I found myself lost in his brown gaze, feeling my heart flutter and me wanting more.
Without really thinking, I hugged him, pulling myself close to him. This wasn't a friendly embrace, that was for sure.
I could see him smile, and I grinned back, feeling as if I ruled the whole world. I had just overcome one of my biggest fears, and now I would use it to my advantage.

So we cuddle some more, kissed some more, and we found ourselves in a position where I was on my back on the couch and Luke was towering over me, his hand on my cheek. I felt like I could faint from joy when he started to lean in again, kissing me with a surprising force that I would not expect from him.
One thing led to another and I felt his tongue pressed against my cheek. I was about to pull him closer when we both heard a creak of the front door.

I realized to late that I had made the wrong decision to keep the door unlocked.

Professor Layton stepped into the manor, watching us for a second before calling out,
"Luke..."
He quickly pulled away and tried to scramble into an upright position, but I guess he decided it was too late for that, so instead he just turned his head in the direction of his mentor's voice.
There he was, walking towards the couch in his fancy clothes and big top hat. I was as red as a tomato, and I tried to look away from the professor.
He seemed to be at lost for words, but when he finally spoke, his voice was stern.
"Luke, now you know that is not how you treat a lady."
Luke shifted into a sitting position, and I did too.
Luke looked down at his shoes, and I felt sorry as I saw the shame and embarrassment in his gaze. Professor Layton didn't even seem to notice I was there. The professor never struck me as intimidating, but at this moment, I almost feared for Luke's life. As he opened his mouth to scold Luke, I spoke up.
"Uh, excuse me, Professor, but I, uh, l-let him."


i hope you enjoyed it. c: im open to pairing suggestions, so suggest your favorite professor layton pairing! :P