Emmy stood there unable to move, like her mind had shut down. The only thing she was aware of was the kiss being pressed to her lips. She couldn't respond, shock holding her still like a frightened animal. His lips lingered on hers for a while before he withdrew a little. They both stood there close together neither knowing what the next move was. Emmy found it was too much for her to handle and made excuses to leave.

"I . . .i have to . . . need to think . . ." she tripped over her words and she backed away to the door and wrenched it open. She made it halfway down the short path to the gate before she heard him calling her.

"Emmy . . .wait . . please, I . . .I'm sorry . . ." she had never heard him plead before. He sounded like he was genuinely scared he'd upset her. She stopped but didn't turn around. She could sense he'd stopped far enough away from her to make it seem like he wasn't going to try it again. Her mind swirled with thoughts to the point where she really couldn't concentrate. She waited for him to speak but to her annoyance he just stood there. Maybe he was waiting for her to speak. Or maybe for her to turn around and face him. She felt her face flush and she knew she wouldn't be able to face him, not just yet at any rate.

"I . .need to think" she said, before continuing her journey home. She refused to let herself look back to where she had left him standing, knowing that if she did she would realise she had hurt him. As she turned the corner tears began to well up in her eyes.

He watched her walk away his heart feeling heavy. He shouldn't have done that, and now she probably hated him for it. The professor couldn't bring himself to go back in, so he stayed for a few moments staring at the empty pavement. Once he had forced himself to move, he decided to try and sleep, he'd try to sort his mess out tomorrow, that's if Emmy decided to show up tomorrow. . .

By morning his mood hadn't lightened, he still felt dejected and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide it from the boy.

"are you Ok, professor? You seem a bit down today . . .' Luke asked watching the man carefully. He hated it when his mentor was feeling blue. Layton gave a smile in an attempt at reassuring him.

"I shall be fine Luke, thank you for asking" he replied, not wanting to stay on the topic too long.

"you can always talk to me if you want professor"

He knew Luke was trying to work out why he wasn't feeling himself, he felt like a puzzle which was an uncomfortable feeling.

Looking at the clock, he realised he needed to set off for the university soon so began to busy himself with clearing up the breakfast dishes hoping Luke would get distracted by trying to help or something. Soon enough he was driving, glad of the mind numbing task of concentrating on the road. It took his mind off the possibilities of what could happen if Emmy decided to come to work today. He arrived at Gressenheller and made his way past a group of students, some of which greeted him. As usual he greeted them back but not with his usual cheerful mood. He sorely regretted acting on his urges the night before. Finally entering the quietness of his office, the professor checked his schedule for the day and found he had time in the morning before a busy afternoon giving lectures. He sat at his desk looking at the mountain of papers he needed to mark. At least he would be distracted for a good long while with these. He was marking the papers for what must have been about an hour when the door to his office burst open. Starting, the professor spun round in his desk chair to find Emmy. A very angry Emmy indeed.

"you had no right to mess up my thoughts, professor" she spat at him, her face turning red from being so livid. He didn't understand what was going on. What did he do to make her so angry? He realised that focusing on the papers had pushed all thoughts of the kiss out of his head and it was the same kiss which she was enraged at.

"I'm sorry . . .?" he asked. He tried to sound genuinely confused even though he knew damn well why she was mad.

"you! You had to go a ruin a perfectly good working relationship by . . by . .BY DOING THAT!" she raged. She was breathing heavily her fists balled up as if she was ready to take a swipe at him.

"I . . I'm sorry about . . . what I did. I don't know why I did it . ." was all he could think of to say.

"shut up! Just shut up it's your fault! You act so gentlemanly all the time then just act however you what when you fancy it! You don't just do THAT to someone and expect . . . GAH I DON'T KNOW JUST . .. .AHHHHHHHGGGGG!" she was in full swing ranting at him.

"everyone thinks your such a gent, but I see now you're not you just put it on for a show!" she screamed at him causing her face to become even redder. Her last comment hit a nerve in the professor.

"how dare you Emmy! How can you say that! I've looked out for you for years and this is how you repay me? By yelling at me over some stupid kiss?" He had stood up anger flickering across his face.

"I apologised for it didn't I? So stop being a drama queen and get over it Altava!" he rarely lost his temper but she was working his last nerve. He knew immediately that he would live to regret his last statement from the reaction he got from her.

"FUCK YOU LAYTON! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A DRAMA QUEEN YOU PRICK!" she was now stood face to face with him shaking with fury. The professor was just as mad glaring at her.

" LADIES DON'T USE LANGUAGE LIKE THAT EMMY! SO I GUESS YOU'RE NOT A REAL LADY!" he realised how childish this was but he was fuming at her. They stood, their face just inches away from each other glowering with pure hatred for each other. After a brief moment of this stance Layton found himself turned on. His found himself lusting over her, wanting to do things he would never have even thought about doing to anyone, let alone Emmy. Before she could do anything he grabbed the front of the yellow coat and yanked her forwards making their lips crash together. He pressed his body hard against hers preventing her from making any movements which would be painful to him. Instead of struggling against him like he presumed she would, she passionately moved her lips against his forcing him to part them with her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her finger nails into the back of it almost gouging out his skin. He moved his hands to grasp her waist, squeezing hard and pushing her backwards towards the centre of the room. He moved his hands into the small of her back, gripping the back of her coat as she made a sudden movement, lifting her legs up and wrapping them round his waist. They broke the kiss gasping for air, letting themselves take a few deep breaths before resuming. They toppled over as the professor walked into the sofa and ended up sprawled across it Emmy on her back with the professor lying directly on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her, making her wanting all the more. Taking her arms from around him, she took his top hat and carelessly threw it onto the small coffee table. Next she decided to get rid of his coat, tugging it off his shoulders. He growled in pleasure as he began to nip fiercely at the soft tender skin on her neck. He barely stifled the loud moan at the sensation on her neck. She hastily and haphazardly pulled at his coat finally managing to pull it off completely. She dropped it and moved straight to removing his shirt. He stopped nipping at her neck and pulled up, freeing his arms to begin undoing her coat and the buttons of her soft white shirt underneath. He found her pink bowtie and obstacle in trying to pull open her shirt to reveal her breasts. He smiled one side of his mouth raise higher than the other, making him look almost wicked he lowered his head taking one bit of her bow tie in his mouth and gave a sharp tug. It began to unravel as he pulled away, the end still between his teeth. The simple action of using his teeth to undress her sent her crazy, she arched her back biting her lip, rolling her eyes back. She was already so wet and wanted him to hurry and take her. Letting go of the freshly undone bowtie he returned to pulling her coat and shirt off revealing her pale yellow bra covering her well rounded breasts. He leaned down again, kissing in between her bosom licking as he went causing her to groan in anticipation. He slid one hand underneath her bra feeling how erect her nipple was. He groped her breast enjoying the warmth and softness. He wanted more and to get what he wanted he pulled her up into a sitting position and reach round to undo her bra. His fingers fumbled for a moment with the hooks before it popped open. He hastily got rid of the thing before returning to fondling her breast and kissing the other nibbling her nipple. She gasped, her breath hitching as he sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making her quake at his touch. His trousers felt too restraining he needed to remove them or at least open them. Emmy seemed to be on the same wavelength as she reached down, her shaking hands trying to undo his belt buckle. After a while of her fingers fumbling against the buckle and occasionally brushing against the bulge just underneath it she manage to undo it and begin to work on the button and zipper.