A/N: Have to say a huge thanks to everyone who's reviewed this, I really appreciate it. And to the people who are following it. I never thought this would gain any sort of attention, so thank you so, so much.

This chapter is a lot longer, but most definitely has more sex in it, so read on if you like that sort of thing!

Tuesday 21st October

Walking out of Blackwell, Max skipped down the steps and saw Chloe waving at her from her comfortable looking spot under a tree. Max smiled and waved back as she headed over.

'Hey Max, you're looking happy,' Chloe said. 'Got to do with a certain someone?'

'Ugh, stop it Chlo',' Max replied, sitting down next to her friend and nudging her shoe with her own.

'I'm guessing you saw him yesterday,' Chloe said, lighting a cigarette, her hand covering the flame so it wouldn't blow out in the breeze.

'Well, I – yeah – I did. I went to his house,'

'His house?' Chloe looked impressed. 'What's it like?'

'It's big. And you know, minimalist décor, you know,'

''Yeah, yeah, all the artsy bullshit. I bet there's fuckin' black and white pictures on the walls an' shit,'

Frowning, Max said, 'Well, you're not wrong there.'

'I am a psychic! Quick, ask me for the lottery numbers, I can predict your future!' Chloe raised her hands in the air in mock mystical style.

''Will you ever quit!' Max said, giggling. She reached down and pulled her lunch out of her bag and made a start on her sandwiches. 'You want?'

'Yeah, thanks dude.'

The two friends ate in companionable silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Chloe's face taking on a faraway expression.

'Think about Rach?' Max asked, taking a swig from her soda bottle.

'...what? Oh yeah...' It was unlike Chloe to zone out unless she was stoned, and Max was pretty sure she wasn't. It wouldn't be unusual for this time of day, but maybe she'd wanted to wait until she wasn't on school grounds.

'Earth to Chloe,' Max waved a hand in front her face. 'You say I'm a daydreamer, jeez.'

'Sorry Max, I was just thinking...she phoned me late last night, and we talked for like, hours. I swear, she is the one.'

'Where is she today? I haven't seen her around.'

'I think she's faking sick, we talked until 4 or something, I can't remember.'

'You are so cute when you're in love. What did you talk about?'

'Everything. She wants to go to LA to be a model, and we figured out a plan. I'm gonna be in a band, we can live together, it will fuckin' rule.'

'Living together? Already?' Max was surprised – she'd never heard Chloe talk about someone like this before She was the kind of person who lived in the moment, didn't want to tie herself down.

'You're gonna tell me you think it's too soon. Maybe I remind you-'

'All right, all right, let's not go into it here, please,' Max looked around, luckily nobody seemed to have heard them.

'Okay, I'm not going to shout it out, I do care about you dude,'

'It's not really a problem for me as such, as it is for him,' Max said. Talking about it only made her worry more. She tried to keep the thoughts out of her head, but like all problems, it had a way of forcing itself to the forefront of her mind.

'Hey, well, speak of the devil,' Chloe said, looking over Max's shoulder.

Max turned around to look in a very blatant fashion and internally berated herself. But it was the first time she'd seen him that day, and couldn't stop herself.

'I can see why you're hot for teacher, whoa,' Chloe said, watching him walk by.

Wow, he does look good and even better with in a suit and tie, damn.

'Girl, even though I don't play for that team, I gotta say, you picked a fuckin' winner there, he is damn fine looking,' Chloe continued. 'Hey, close your mouth, stop staring!' She tapped under Max's chin.

Max shook her head to compose herself. Stop acting love struck, idiot!

'I gotta get a grip,' she said, mostly to herself, but saw her friend nodding.

'People are gonna guess, you keep acting like that,' Chloe warned.

'I know, I know,' Max said, frustrated with herself, 'I don't know why I keep acting like this,'

'It's what I said yesterday. Don't get mad – but he's the first person to really show an interest in you, right? Unless you met someone while you were in Seattle.'

'You're right, you know you're right,' Max said flatly.

'I'm not gonna say the same thing over and over again, but don't forget, I'm here to talk to you. Don't keep all that shit to yourself,'

'There's not much to say, I like spending time with him, I'm happy,' Max said firmly.

'Well...as long as you're happy. But I am here. Always,' Chloe reached out and patted Max's knee.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on here.

Sighing, Max struggled on with her math assignment, frowning as she flicked through the pages of her textbook, scribbling her answers on her notepad.

Finally finished, she sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes, yawning. She turned in her chair to see where she'd tossed her phone earlier. In order to get any work done, she'd self imposed a ban on all electronics and luckily it seemed to have had some effect since she'd caught up on her math assignment.

She spotted the phone on her bed so she flopped down next to it, shoving her pillow behind her head to get comfortable.

Holy fuck is that the time?! No wonder I'm tired.

Max hadn't realised how long she'd been working – it was now 23 minutes past midnight. And she'd also received several text messages.

Far too late to respond to these now... There were a couple from Chloe (some sappy stuff about Rachel), one from Warren (a geeky question about some movie he'd just watched), one from Dana (a group text about planning the Halloween party) and one from her mother (just checking in).

Max was considering getting into her pyjamas or just crashing out in her clothes when she received another message.

Mark: Hey, are you still up?

Max hadn't spoken to Mark all day but was elated to hear from him, even at this late hour.

Max: Yes, I'm awake. Finishing homework

Max: Why are you up?

Mark: Same as you

Max: You don't get homework!

Mark: Someone's got to grade it, though

Mark: How would you like me to come by and visit

Does he mean...come to the dorm? That's a huge fucking risk!

Max: Isn't that a little dangerous?

Mark: What's life without a little danger?

Mark: It's fine if you don't want me to

Max: No, I do want to see you

Mark: OK then

Mark: Give me 20 minutes and I'll be by

Max: My room is the last on the right - 219

Max: Don't get it wrong, you really would be busted if that happened

Mark: I won't

Panicking a little, Max hastily tidied up, throwing clothes into her wardrobe haphazardly. She stared at her desk and decided that she was far too tired to organise it now. Anyway, she was a student, it wasn't like it'd be an unusual sight for there to be books piled up, a laptop open, scattered notepaper and pencils.

Should I get changed? I've been wearing these clothes all day and they're uncomfortable now.

Figuring it wouldn't actually matter what she was wearing, she changed into her pyjamas, a cute set of t-shirt and shorts. She then sat down on her bed, unsure of what to do, her tidying had only taken her some 15 minutes to do.

The soft knock door on her door made her jump a little and she almost squeaked. Calm down, you're gonna wake everyone!

She quickly got up to unlock the door and open it. There he was, resplendent in the same suit and tie he was wearing earlier.

'You going to let me in, Max?' he asked, pulling her out of her reverie and she realised she'd been staring again.

'Yes, s-sorry,' she whispered, stepping back to let him in. 'Did you come across anyone?' She shut and locked the door behind him.

'No, not a single person,' he said, taking a look around. 'I like your photo wall.'

'It's my memorial wall,' Max explained, pointing out some of the pictures. 'These are my friends from Seattle, some of Chlo' and I years ago.'

'You were a cute kid,' he remarked.

'Thanks,' she replied shyly. 'I don't have anything to offer you for a drink or anything, I was going to go to sleep when you texted me.'

'It's all right, I only need you,' he said, sitting down on her bed and grabbing her by the waist. 'Cute PJs too.'

He lifted her shirt a little and gently kissed her stomach.

'I like your tie,' she said, tugging on it gently.

'Mmm, it's pretty useful too,' he said, drawing her down next to him on the bed, laying her down. He moved around so he was on top of her.

She tugged again, bringing his face closer to hers, 'Why don't you show me?'

He reached up and loosened his tie, taking it from around his neck.

'Are you sure?' he asked, fixing her with a gaze.

'Yes...sir,'

Sir! Where the hell did that come from?

'You are bad, you know that right?' he said, his hand on her thigh, moving to the top of her shorts.

'Would you say I needed to be taught...a lesson?' Unfortunately, Max couldn't keep a straight face at her own ridiculous comment.

Mark laughed too, 'It's probably a bit much with the puns, huh?'

'I'm sorry, I can't help it,' she said.

'It's all right,' he replied, kissing her softly. 'I forgive you.'

Max reached up to unbutton his shirt, his hands inching her shorts down her thighs. Their kiss growing more passionate, he reached under her shirt to caress her unfettered breasts, teasing her nipples which hardened beneath touch his touch.

She felt a shiver of pleasure run through body, goosebumps appearing on her skin. She sighed and turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. His mouth moved from hers as he sat up to reach for his tie. He held her wrists together, above her head and gently bound them.

'So, I can't touch you, but you can touch me?' she asked.

'Looks like it,' he said, moving down her body to kiss her stomach, his hands on her breasts. His kisses trailed down her body until her was between her legs.

Max held her breath with anticipation, sighing with pleasure as he began to graze her clitoris with his tongue with soft gentle strokes. Already she felt herself begin to let go, the pleasure too much for her.

She wished she could hold onto him somehow, it was slightly frustrating not being able to move her hands freely, she she settled on wrapping her fingers around her bed frame. His tongue strokes became more insistent, so she could feel her pleasure building up inside her like a ball of molten liquid until she felt it overspill, her legs shivering as she cried out. He reached up with his hand to cover her mouth, lest she became too loud and in her passion she bit down on his fingers.

Her orgasm subsiding, she exhaled a long breath.

'You really shouldn't hold your breath like that,' Mark said. 'No wonder you're always light headed afterwards. I always thought it was my amazing prowess.'

She laughed, 'I don't mean to!'

He looked at his hand, 'You bit me pretty hard too,'

'Did I hurt you?'

'Of course you didn't, you'd have to do a lot worse to hurt me.'

Silencing her with a kiss, she felt him enter her, causing her to gasp.

'Oh! I wasn't expecting that,' she panted.

''Hhmm, and what were you expecting?' he asked, moving slowly within her, holding her bound wrists.

She found she could no longer speak, he felt so good inside her, she felt full with heat and excitement. His movements were slow, deliberate, she felt intoxicated as she held his gaze.

She also felt lascivious, she was mostly naked while he was still in most of his clothes, coupled with the fact she was with her teacher in her dorm after hours.

If you had told me I'd be here two months ago...

He increased his speed, his own breaths turning ragged with desire, his hands gripping her wrists tighter. She, in turn, wrapped her legs around his back, bringing him closer inside her. Her gentle sighs turned into louder moans, a ball of heat inside her growing with each stroke until it burst forth, permeating throughout her body, her moans ever louder until he again had to cover her mouth. Her grip around his back tightened, her face glowing, eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure as she came.

She opened her eyes, breathing deeply and said, 'I didn't hold my breath that time,'

'Ah, but I'm not finished yet,' he replied, shaking his head and turning her over. He placed her pillow in front of her. 'You're going to need this, I won't be able to reach your mouth this time.'

The sureness of his tone made her shiver with excitement. Briefly stopping to untie her wrists, she leant forward, grabbing onto the bed frame with anticipation.

It felt a little more rushed this time, he was inside her before she had a chance to think about it, aggressively pulling her hips to pervade her deeper than before. And it was almost certainly with more speed and force that he moved within her, each thrust causing her to moan with excitement.

She was still reeling from her orgasm, so it was easy this time, for her second one to pick up almost immediately. Her climax was as loud as it was unexpected for her. Her hands gripped her bedsheets tightly, face thankfully buried in her soft pillow where her noises could be contained. Perhaps because she had already peaked initially, her second lasted a lot longer and was possibly even more pleasurable. She turned to him and, with a confidence not belonging to her, whispered, 'Fuck me,'

What else could he do but acquiesce – to him, she looked so beautiful in the throes of passion, her face was flushed, her hair a mess, her eyes full of desire. It was this that triggered his climax, and although he'd wanted her to come for a third time, found he couldn't stop himself.

They both collapsed with exhaustion, heavy with sweat and fatigue. Mark brought her close to him in a secure embrace, finding her mouth to kiss her, and swept her hair from her face.

'Max,' he said.

'Mmmm,' came the weary reply.

'I love you.'