So Sweet and Achingly Innocent: A Charlie Weasley Love Story

by TempestRising27

As a favor to his mentor, Charlie Weasley returns to Hogwarts as a professor. His sinful desires get the best of him when he falls in love with a beautifully shy student. Innocence has never tasted so sweet.. *Warning-Detailed smut and swearing; includes an age-gap relationship. Story for mature audiences only.*

7. Chapter 7- My Favorite Part

"If you wanna stay, we're taking it slow baby

Cause you and me, and I got enough on my mind

But I can make time for something so divine"

-Mac Miller ft. Ariana Grande

•••

After falling asleep from the late night talk, Michaela and I had woken up at around noon, which was much later than what either of us were used to. While we had been wrapped in one another's arms, sleeping soundly, Michaela had awoken first, and upon seeing the time, quickly shook me from sleep as well. We rushed to get ready, both showering swiftly and changing, eating toast and downing a cup of coffee each before going to pack whatever we needed to take back with us to Hogwarts. After the mad rush to get ready, I made it a point to pull Michaela into me, just to give her one last freeing kiss before we would have to go back and pretend like this newfound romance between us was nothing more than a fond appreciation between student and teacher.

The thought pained me, and I wanted nothing more than to keep Michaela here with me.. To learn more about each other and explore our bodies together until we were both sated. Just completely satisfied and flushed, whispering 'I love you' back and forth until we couldn't help but to pull one another into the passion we desired over and over again. I wanted her, and the need only intensified as we found ourselves back in the halls of Hogwarts, squeezing one another's hand secretly before parting ways. Michaela went back to her dormitory, and I went in search of the Headmaster to get filled in on everything that happened during our absence..

•••

While it took a while to get cleaned up, the mess was now officially taken care of and all the previous damage restored. The culprits now had detention for two straight months, with the first of their sentence served by being the ones to clean up the mess under Filch's glaring watch.

Classes were to be resumed tomorrow, and we were to assign extra work so we could get caught up to the original plans for our curriculum. It would be a busy rest of the week, it seemed, with everyone undoubtedly having a tiring weekend of studying, and on all of the professors' end, extra grading. I was already feeling the weight of sadness from not being stuck in paradise with Michaela like I had been the past few days. This work dulled in comparison to the idea of what I could have achieved with another twenty-four hours alone with my sexy, little Hufflepuff.

The part that made the next few days even more difficult to get through was the fact that no matter how hard we tried, Michaela and I could never find a moment alone. At most, all we could give one another were longing looks and quick, shy caresses of the hand as we walked past the other. The constant interruptions and busy schedules were definitely taking its toll..

My frustration peaked Thursday night during dinner in the Great Hall. Seeing Michaela looking as beautiful as she did the first night she walked into my office, with her school uniform fitting perfectly to her figure as she studied and tried eat at the same time was enchanting to watch. That is.. until I saw two Gryffindor boys in Michaela's year staring her down as hard as I was, appreciatively admiring her body with an air of uncaring boldness. She was sitting at the end of her House table near to where the professors congregated in a small effort to be as close to me as possible. It was nearing the end of dinner, so most of the students and teachers had already left for the night. These two Gryffindors made their way over to sit beside Michaela, a little too close for my liking, with one of the boys closing her book as she was still reading while the other wrapped his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear. The look on Michaela's face seemed to match my own, because I could witness the anger flare in her eyes at the unwanted touch. Before I could even stand, Michaela slapped him. The young man looked angry, and I was there in a flash, worried he might try to retaliate. Two of Michaela's friends immediately came to her aid as well, one being Hallie, the other being a tall girl from Slytherin named Victoria that I recognized as a younger cousin of Draco Malfoy, whom I had seen at a fundraiser her parents threw last year to help raise funds for another local Dragon Sanctuary.

She was strong, and immediately began holding the angered Gryffindor back with her arms to prevent him from trying anything. "What makes you think you can just walk up to any girl you'd like, interrupt them when they're so obviously busy, and then rudely place your hands on them like you own them?" She asked, with an undeniable rage visible to everyone around her. The lad trembled, finally realizing he had chosen the wrong girl to seek as his plaything tonight. Michaela was surrounded on all sides with people that cared for her, ones who refused to watch her get taken advantage of.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I just wanted to ask her out on a date." He pleaded, looking into Michaela's eyes apologetically. "Is that really how you ask people on dates, Finneas?.. By asking me if my carpet matches the drapes? You do realize that even muggles think that line is terrible too, right? It's downright disgusting and I hardly even know you. You've said maybe three sentences to me the entire time we've went to school here." My girl's eyes glowed with annoyance, her fists clenched. The two boys finally noticed my presence, and their faces paled considerably. Michaela's cheeks flushed as she realized what was said in front of me, even though she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

I crossed my arms over my chest, appraising the scene before me for a moment, giving both boys time to squirm under my intimidating gaze. Finneas' accomplice had tried escaping but Hallie blocked his path. "If I ever witness either of you trying to bother another young woman who so clearly does not desire your attention, I will personally see to it that your punishment is ten times the severity of the one I'm about to give you. Is that understood?" My voice was dark, harsh, and unforgiving. The two Gryffindor's nodded wearily.

"You have one month's detention with Filch starting tonight, cleaning the second floor lavatories. You both will write an apology letter that will be read off during breakfast to the entire school regarding your rudeness to all the young women that have crossed your paths. I want a three page essay from each of you tomorrow on the importance of respecting women handed into me by four in the afternoon. And lastly, you will immediately go to Headmaster McGonagall to see if there's any other punishments she sees fit to dole out. If you do not go there now, and believe me, I will know, every disciplinary action I just assigned to you will triple. Now get the hell out of my sight." I growled out the last bit, secretly delighting in how they both squeaked and ran out of the room. Neither of these imbeciles would ever be good enough for my sweet girl..

Michaela's friends gave her a hug, and she thanked them before they left. The few eyes left in the Great Hall were watching us curiously, but I couldn't leave without making sure she was alright. "Love?.." I whispered, as those pretty eyes stared up at me longingly, trying hard to hide the need to be closer to one another. "You okay?" Michaela nodded, biting her bottom lip before speaking, and her hand almost reached out to grab mine before thinking better of it. "I'm fine, Charlie.. These assholes just seem to be making themselves more known this year, and it's agitating."

"Not that it's an excuse for their behavior, but you are quite beautiful, and more people seem to be taking notice. I'm about to start beating these fools away with a few strong hex's. Or a baseball bat... That was painful to watch. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.." I apologized, feeling low and unworthy all of a sudden. She smiled up at me kindly, making my worries vanish. "You were wonderful, Professor. You are a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure." She winked playfully, and I blushed. "Thank you, Charlie.." She whispered.

"I'd do anything for you, Michaela.." I replied softly.

"May I see you soon?.. Alone?" Michaela asked, desire for me fully emanating from this girl; the look, one full of need, almost knocking me down. God, I wanted her.. I nodded, mouth dry and my body almost unable to move. She smiled again, full of hope, and it made me feel like the only person in the room. "I'll see you soon, Miss Peralta. I'll let you know when." I stated, trying to appear formal while talking to her, but she saw through the façade. "I hope you do, Sir. Goodnight.." Michaela grinned, somewhat mischievously, and I groaned sensually, knowing full well she could hear me before she grabbed her book and walked away.

•••

By the next day, I had yet to be alone with Michaela. It was a free period for most of the seventh year students to study or catch up on work, and I had no classes to teach for another hour, so I went off in search of some quality time with her. Twenty minutes into my search, I still hadn't come across the lovely redhead I craved.

I was walking along some empty rooms in the West Tower, when I heard a piano playing softly in the distance. No one was around here to my knowledge, seeing how most students would either be in class or the library at this time of day, and so I walked further in search of the pretty sound coming from one of the rooms down the hall.

'Do we have a music room I don't know about?' I asked myself, firmly remembering that the only type of music class or group offered was Professor Flitwick's Frog Choir. But I guess it turns out, I was wrong. Because at the end of the empty hall sat an old classroom that I thought to be just for storage when I went here, instead now being used as a fully functioning music room. And right in the far corner next to a window overlooking the lake, with a pretty image of snow falling outside on an overcast day, was Michaela, who was playing on a gorgeous, antique piano like she'd been doing it her entire life.

Which, after listening for even only a few moments, I now firmly believed that she had. I was still standing in the dark doorway, my presence unknown to her yet, when I heard Minerva McGonagall whisper near me, surprisingly not startling me in the least. "Ah, Professor Weasley. I see you've stumbled across our music room. What do you think?" I turned to stare at the tall, graceful woman standing next to me, showcasing a mysterious smile on her wise and handsome face.

"I honestly didn't know it existed until now. Has there been more of an increase in musical interests since I've been gone?" I questioned, really wanting to know. "I believe the interest has always been there. Just untapped was all. That is, until that courageous girl over there brought it to my attention in her second year. Michaela came to me early on during that school year, saying that all students had a right to be surrounded by or to have the option to explore music. It was offered at most schools, both in the UK and where she was from, and that even though this was a school that focused on magic and potions as it's main forms of curriculum, that creative outlets should be offered as well. I have what she said memorized, because she read off of what was basically an essay, and then proceeded to hand it in to me after making me promise to try to make arrangements. She was very determined, and I greatly admired her for it." The Headmaster before me let out a soft chuckle at the memory.

"And to my surprise, it actually became a popular addition to the school. The interest varies over the years, and we don't always have an actual Professor to teach, but she has been very helpful in offering lessons. But it's normally just Michaela in here playing a few times a week. I think it mainly gives the students another option in ways to spend their time, and offers a healthy break from their studies." Minerva explained.

"That actually sounds wonderful. I'm glad you approved this.." I said, gazing on as I listened to Michaela switch from a soft, peaceful song to playing a hauntingly beautiful piece of music. She had her eyes closed, brows furrowed in concentration as she felt the keys without looking, knowing where to land out of pure memory alone. But what surprised me was when she started to sing. I had heard the pretty, little songs sung and hummed at my house, but nothing displaying the full power that her voice held to this degree. She was like a Siren calling me to the depths of the ocean to rest for eternity, all while stealing my heart in the process.

The song itself sounded wise beyond her years, full of heartbreak and betrayal that I know her young soul had yet to endure. Still.. the way she played and sang along to it, left me astonished and shook me to my core.

She was simply the narrator, sharing a story she had heard and adored with what she assumed to be an empty room..

~We gather here, we line up

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet~

Michaela was still playing the piano after the song had ended, eyes opening up just to glance out the window at the snowfall before closing them again, losing herself in a relaxing sound while I looked back at Minerva, who surprisingly had tears in her eyes, just like I did. "Miss Peralta has a talent that cannot be measured, as you can see. I don't think she writes her own music, but I do see the change in her after she spends time in here. You can tell when the girl is getting stressed out or anxious, and when she plays for an hour or two, she comes out looking like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. This room has been very therapeutic for our students, and I don't regret adding it at all."

"I agree with you on that.." I whispered, my eyes going back to Michaela, not wanting to leave just yet. "Professor Weasley.." Minerva said, wanting to mention something else to me. "Yes?" I drew my attention away from the stunning vision in the room, focusing on the Headmaster once more. "Normally I would say to give her privacy, but I think Miss Peralta enjoys your company. Perhaps you should make your presence known." She suggested, and gave me that same mysteriously cunning smile again before walking back towards the stairway, leaving me alone with the one person I had been needing time with for the past week.

I cleared my throat and knocked on the door, walking inside as Michaela looked up. She immediately stopped playing, eyes wide and uncertain. "Charlie, how long have you been standing there?" She asked nervously, and I smiled. "Long enough to realize that you sing and play like an angel, Love." I whispered once I had gotten close enough for her to hear. I sat down on the bench next to Michaela, then she instinctively moved closer to me, and I took her hand in my own, finally embracing the warmth of her skin after being unable to for several days. I should be careful.. the door was still open, and Minerva had snuck up on me with her cat-like abilities just moments before. Anyone could be listening in or watching us.

Yet, that still didn't stop me from taking her face in my hands and kissing her like I'd been dying to do every waking moment since we left Romania. The sweet gasp from Michaela's lips, and the way her hands fisted my shirt, bunching up the cloth in an attempt to get closer to me.. it fueled me with a fresh energy, one I didn't know I needed until now.

"God, I missed you, Michaela.." I said a little breathlessly, my mouth still pressing against hers while feeling my heart clench when I realized how much I truly felt the words I had said. Not being around Michaela, unable to kiss her, or talk, or to even lay in bed next to her as she slept.. it was driving me crazy. I desired her, yes. But I also felt the need for her companionship. The relaxing and comfortable conversation that flowed so easily and filled me with a sense of happiness that could only be achieved by the young woman who's lips were consistently seeking out my own.

Michaela took a breath, her voice wavering when she looked into my eyes and spoke. "Not being able to be around you is torture. I keep seeing you, yet I'm still unable to touch you or speak to you like I want to. I feel as if I might go mad if this is what the rest of the semester is going to be like.. Charlie, how do we find a way around this? I know I should have expected this but I don't think I was anywhere near being prepared for the... the actual goddamn ache I feel when you're away. I've never felt this before. I don't understand it and I feel embarrassed saying it now.. I feel so weak for you, needing you, craving your touch. How did I get this way?" She said all of this, squeezing my hands in her own and closing her eyes, trying to prevent tears from falling. I wasn't expecting this emotional reunion, but hearing her words both broke my heart and made it beat faster from the knowledge that I wasn't alone in my feelings. She was every bit torn up about this situation too, and neither of us realized the toll it would take, just being apart from one another.

"Oh, Love, don't be embarrassed about anything you're feeling. Those are my sentiments exactly." I laughed, even though my eyes were visibly watering with this burst of emotions, and then proceeded to wipe away a stray tear from Michaela's cheek. "I'm so sorry that I've put you in this situation. You'd be focusing on more important things and not feeling so down and lonely if it weren't for me. I wish I had a way to fix this." A saddening wave of despair hit me in my gut, adding an intense amount of guilt from uprooting this angel's world during one of the most important years of her young life, causing me to realize that making my feelings known to her was changing any normalcy she had before into something unexplored and somewhat intimidating to a girl who's never been in a serious relationship.

And the seriousness of it was real, to the both of us. I would be a selfish git for even thinking otherwise. I really jumped in the deep end without looking when it came to falling for her, but even though I felt guilty over changing Michaela's life, I don't think I was regretting it completely. Everything we were feeling for one another was undeniable. She was like a bolt of lightning striking me, waking me up, forcing me to pay attention and to live. To be in love and to be happy, and to go after what I wanted in life.

It just happened that what I wanted.. what I needed in life, was her.

I pulled Michaela into my arms, hugging her tightly, and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around my torso, fully embracing me. "I don't have all the answers right now, but I'll do anything I can to make this work. I need you more than I can explain." I whispered, and moved to kiss down her neck, which made her moan softly. "I'll find ways for us to be alone, Love. That, I can assure you."

"I wish I could just sneak up into your room to be with you when we have extra time." Michaela half-heartedly joked, looking up at me. "Wouldn't that be nice? Having something to look forward to each day? Even if it were just a few stolen moments alone with one another?" She thought aloud, somewhat talking to me but working through the thoughts in her head as well. Then a thought of my own struck me. "I could give you my spare key. If you'd like, I mean. Wow, that sounds like an intense step.." I chuckled, my face heating as she stared up at me, giggling at the idea. "No, I truly like the idea, I promise. Your reaction to your own thoughts was just cute, is all." She smiled and pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear, and then caressed my cheek. The touch sent a delightful shiver through me.

"So would that be okay?.. Would it make you uncomfortable, being alone with me there?" I worriedly asked her, trying to consider everything at once now. "If I wasn't uncomfortable being alone with you during the middle of a snowstorm in your bed, deep in the Romanian wilderness, what makes you think I would be uncomfortable here?" She smirked, quickly sweeping that concern out of my mind. "Well, I guess that makes sense when you put it like that, Love." I laughed, feeling a little better about the idea already.

I leaned back, disconnecting our embrace for a moment to reach into my pocket, digging out a small key ring and taking off the extra key to my bedroom door. Michaela watched me intently, her soft lips parting in surprise as I carefully took her wrist and placed the key in her grasp while encasing her little hand in both of my large, rough palms.

A grin spread across Michaela's gorgeous face, and she leaned forward to place a swift, thoughtful kiss to my lips, thanking me in the best way she knew how. "I'll be there tonight if you want to drop in for a visit after dinner. Just be careful, Love. The last thing I want is for you to get into any trouble." I mentioned, more noticeable concern showing in my face. She saw this, and ran her soft hand over my cheek reassuringly. "I got this, Charlie. Please don't worry." Michaela kissed me once more, bringing her sweet body as close as possible to my own without moving to sit on my lap. I wrapped an arm around her waist while using my other hand to run through her long curls, deepening the kiss before having to part ways. We then heard voices and footsteps coming from down the hall, causing us to completely separate. I heard a longing sigh escape Michaela, and I wished I could apparate us to my bedroom immediately.

I stood up to go after hearing the small group of people pass by the room we were in without glancing in, and I squeezed Michaela's hand before taking my leave. I gave her a soft kiss on her knuckles, and rubbed my thumb against her smooth skin for a moment, then looked into her eyes, both of us conveying to one another silently how badly we desired to stay. Each time I left her, it felt like something fragile breaking in my chest. But every time I was able to hold Michaela in my arms again, it was as if every part she touched healed me immediately.

"See you soon, handsome." My girl whispered, giving me a wink along with a saucy grin that made me blush and smile shyly at her. Michaela's surprising acts of boldness were intoxicating to witness, and only ever made me want her more. "See you soon, Love." I smirked, then left to go prepare for the last class I had to teach for the day. I was counting down the minutes until I would have her in my arms again.

•••

The rest of the afternoon shockingly flew by, and after dinner I went back to my room, breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that the hectic week the entire school had just experienced was behind us. We were finally caught up and could go back to our normal schedule on Monday. I also had the entire weekend to relax, seeing how I had already taken extra care to prepare any lesson plans for the following week.

I had decided to take a quick shower, firmly believing I would have some extra time to clean myself up before Michaela would arrive. I leisurely washed my hair and my body, enjoying the hot water beating down on my tired skin, reviving me. I was both calm and excited to see my girl alone, even if only for a little while. I wanted to kiss her as much as physically possible, and hold her in my bed as I listened to her talk about her day. This thought struck me out of nowhere, the longing for the simplicity of her company. Of course I think about Michaela in a sexual light more often than not, but realizing that this was the first thought to enter my mind made me understand how badly I had it for this girl.

I shook my head, blushing to myself alone in my steamy bathroom, and continued getting ready. I didn't shave, deciding to stay a little scruffy for Michaela's sake, since I noticed how much she enjoyed the feel of my short beard on her neck.. that memory caused me to stiffen some, and I groaned, trying to mentally calm my erection down before it got even harder just from thinking about her.

Trying not to focus on that, I began to brush out my hair, feeling the water droplets fall onto my shoulders like a refreshing rain. I ran my fingers back through my reddish orange mane, and was able to push it back out of my face how I liked it. Then proceeded to spray some light cologne on my chest and neck, topping off the warm, clean scents swirling around my bathroom. I just hoped Michaela would enjoy it..

Turns out, I wouldn't have to wait long to find out, because when I walked out to grab some clothes to throw on, my sweet girl was just closing the bedroom door behind her. When she turned around, Michaela gasped in surprise, her eyes going wide at the sight of me in nothing but a small towel wrapped around my waist. Her eyes immediately took in all of me, it being the first time she was seeing more than my bare chest. The short, flimsy towel did nothing to hide the shape of my build, including the form of my semi hard cock, from her unobstructed view. She gazed, transfixed on every hard curve of my body, those pouty lips parted slightly along with her cheeks flushing pink made me smirk unashamedly.

Michaela shook her head as if clearing her mind from a deep trance, and looked into my eyes, her skin burning scarlet all the way down to the sweet, luscious swell of her breasts. "H-hi, Charlie." She stuttered, still in shock.

"Hello beautiful.. am I running late or are you early?" I joked, walking across the room to take her hand into mine, kissing it gently. "W-Well, we didn't set an exact time, but I guess it's a bit of b-both, maybe?" She stumbled over her soft-spoken words, and I got even closer, tilting Michaela's head up to kiss her lips. The moan she let out was enough to make me want to pick her up and carry her to my bed immediately. I felt her hands instinctively go to rest on my bare chest, causing me to groan at the feel of her dainty fingertips on my warm skin.

As if coming to her senses, Michaela broke the kiss, bringing her fingers up to her lips as if in shock of her own actions. "Uhm.. you're n-naked." She pointed out. "Very perceptive of you, Love." I winked, causing her to blush more and frown. "If you're being anywhere near condescending, Professor Weasley, I can turn around and go back to my own room." She narrowed her eyes at me, but couldn't hide the curve of her smile as she began to shrug off her long, black jacket, in turn leaving me speechless for a moment.

Michaela wore a thin, dark green mini skirt that flared and floated around her bare thighs, so short that if she were to bend over, it would probably give me a heart attack. The only shirt she wore was a tight, grey camisole with lace along the top. It dipped extremely low, framing her breasts perfectly, but was also cropped enough to where it exposed a decent amount of her stomach as well. The shape of it revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra again, which never ceased to amaze me. But I definitely wasn't complaining either..

I took a small step back, blatantly admiring Michaela's body, going as far to bring my hand up to my mouth, biting my own thumb and letting out a low, deep whistle. "Goddamn, baby girl.. Is this all for me?" I practically growled the words as I spoke them, which oddly enough caused Michaela to cover her stomach with the jacket she was holding. "W-well, I guess I was tr-trying to to look nice for you, but.. do you not like it, Charlie?" My precious angel asked timidly, worried about my answer.

"Fuck, Michaela.." I ran a hand through my hair, probably messing it up more. "I don't think there's anything you could put on that would turn me off in the slightest. And I won't lie to you, Love.. this sexy, little outfit is doing things to me." I came closer to her again, this time only to take the jacket from her hands and hang it up next to my own coat on the hook by the door. "Make yourself comfortable, Sweetheart. I'll try to cover up a little for you." I winked at Michaela while walking to my closet to look for a pair of pants to put on.

What I heard from behind me a moment later surprised me greatly.. "You don't have to put much on.. if you don't want to that is. I mean, you are in your own room. You should be comfortable." I turned back to her, my eyebrows quirked up in light astonishment. "You asking me to just keep my towel on, baby?" I teased, making Michaela smile and blush while shaking her head no. "I just meant that you don't have to dress up. You can just wear jeans if you want. Or sweatpants. Maybe leave your shirt off because.. it's kind of warm in here.." She trailed off, biting her lip and looking me over again. It was a little toasty, but comfortably so. "You look so pretty though, Love. I feel like I should make an effort to look good for you too." I smiled in her direction, patiently waiting for a response.

"You look amazing, Charlie.. honestly?.. I kind of just want to admire your tattoos up close. They're very intriguing. And attractive..." Michaela said the last part somewhat under her breath, but I still heard it. "As you wish, m'lady." I bowed in good humor, bringing a smile to her face. I walked into the closet, closing the door behind me to quickly throw on a pair of my most comfortable, dark blue jeans. Nothing underneath, and nothing covering my muscled chest. I felt very brave and desired by this girl, and wanted to please her as much as possible tonight.

I walked back out, smiling when I saw Michaela stretched out comfortably on my bed, laying on her stomach as she stared at a novel I'd been reading on my pillow. That tiny, sexy skirt barely covered her arse, and I could see a shadow leading up underneath, teasing me with a glimpse of soft skin and causing me to wonder if she had any panties on. Hell, even the bit of skin exposed on her bare back beneath her shirt was turning me on..

I walked over to make myself a quick drink, feeling the need for something strong to calm this sudden burst of nerves my gorgeous girl brought out in me. She heard the clink of a glass and looked up, making my actions slow as our eyes met again. "May I have a taste?" Michaela asked, her tone lightly flirtatious.

My eyes widened at this question, and I was torn about what to say. On one hand, she was of the legal drinking age for being in the U.K. Yet.. she was also a student of mine that I was entertaining in my bedroom, which was enough to get me fired if we got caught. Possibly getting her drunk on school grounds might be a bad addition to the long list of rules we were already breaking. But the look she was giving me was breathtaking.. "Do you realize what a naughty, little girl you're being tonight? You're surprising even me, which is saying something." I teased her, swirling my drink in the glass before taking a sip of it myself while leaning against my dresser, eying Michaela wearily. "Have you even had alcohol before? And I don't mean wine coolers."

"Yes, Charlie. I have. Though.. the last time I had some, it wasn't exactly by legal means." She smiled secretly, making me believe she had started drinking well before her most recent birthday less than a month ago, then stood up slowly and walked over to me. She reached for my glass, and I held it over her head playfully, causing her to pout. Michaela crossed her arms under her chest, looking rather defiant, even though all I could focus on was the sensual way her arms lifted her breasts, making my mouth water.

"I know you're of age now, but I'm not letting you leave this room drunk, do you understand?" I said sternly, causing a blush to creep onto her face again. She squirmed a little from my authoritative tone, and I got the slightest impression that the way I spoke to her might have turned Michaela on..

She bit her lip, eying me for a moment as she played with one of the many curls that were hanging loosely around her shoulders. "So what I'm hearing is, that if I get drunk, I get to spend the night with you again? Sounds like a deal to me." Michaela quipped, confidence blooming suddenly as she met my gaze head on. I shook my head incredulously, a smile that was one hundred percent unable to be hidden playing on my lips. "One sip, for now. If you're good, I'll give you another later. Okay?" The sexy little minx had the audacity to roll her eyes at me, which made my hand twitch, the need to spank her curvy, tight arse becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. But nonetheless, she agreed.

I lowered the glass to her lips carefully, somewhat surprising Michaela as I took control of the situation, not allowing her to hold it herself. My free hand wrapped around her waist, teasing her bare hip as the glass tilted back, her head along with it, eyes staying locked on mine while giving me the authority to allow the dark liquid to slowly fall inside her mouth. The alcohol quickly heated her skin, showing that the little tolerance she had built up was not helping in the slightest. But she swallowed it all without coughing, which made me feel proud of her, because it was from a bottle of strong, Scottish whisky.

Michaela proceeded to slowly lick her lips, and I had the urge to trace her gorgeous, pouty mouth with my thumb. "Was that good, babygirl?" I asked, fully knowing that she enjoyed it. Her body was already reacting to it, and to me. Her skin felt warm to the touch when I placed my hand on her cheek, caressing her face, and those sweet, pebbled nipples hardened even more under my gaze. If she was anything like me, the alcohol would probably turn her on as well, if she wasn't already aroused.

She nodded, shyly agreeing that it was, in fact, delicious. "I think there's a chance I might be corrupting you, Love.." I joked, half-serious as I drank the last of what was in the glass.

"Well, I'm not sure how much you can corrupt me if I'm already a willing participant, Charlie." Michaela smiled up at me, as if daring me to try harder.

This girl kept on amazing me, continuously provoking me and causing my need for her body and soul to skyrocket. She leaned forward, standing on her tip toes, trying to kiss my jaw gently and circling her arms around my torso as those feather-light kisses trailed down my neck, making me moan into her hair while my grip tightened on her waist. "Mmm.. you smell amazing. Come hold me and kiss me a little more, Char?" Michaela lovingly shortened my name, feeling a bit breathless as she tried to slowly lead me to the bed while keeping those lovely lips on my skin.

I did not need any convincing at all, and willingly walked with her. She sat down on the bed again, careful not to expose herself as the tiny skirt rode up even higher, somehow still covering that sweet cunt I craved while also showing off the gorgeous curve of her bare thighs. I normally saw her wearing sexy thigh high socks or tights, but this time her skin was bare all the way down to her lavender painted toes.

Michaela then stretched out over the cover, making room for me as I laid down beside her. She blushed at the closeness, feeling the excitement of laying together once more. Her green eyes trailed slowly over my skin, and she reached out to touch my muscled bicep, tracing one of the many tattoos that led up and over my shoulder, then followed one that wound it's way down over my chest to the edge of my hip. She stopped at the waistband, lips parting upon realizing that it led underneath to an expanse of skin she had yet to explore.

Grinning up at me, Michaela said, "Anyone ever tell you how hot you are, Charlie?"

This made me chuckle and I beamed down at her, stealing a kiss from those soft, smiling lips. "You flatter me, Love." I kissed her some more, pulling her body up against my bare chest, and Michaela moved to run her fingers through my hair. "Mmm.. you taste so good. I've missed you." I whispered into her ear, continuing to kiss down her neck, making her shiver in anticipation. "How long do I get to enjoy your company for, Sweetheart?"

"Well, since I'm a seventh year student, I only have one roommate. And she's having a sleepover with her girlfriend tonight in another room. Elena thinks I went to sleep early with a migraine, so I had my curtains pulled around my bed with the lights out when she came in to grab her things. I waited for ten minutes after she left. She definitely won't be back until late in the morning, if her usual weekend schedule is correct. I technically have.. well, all night really. So I can leave whenever you need me to.." Michaela said shyly, glancing up at me.

"If I had it my way, I'd keep you in my room the entire weekend, Love." And without another word, I kissed her fiercely, happy to know that I could have all night with my girl if we wanted to. And I definitely wanted to keep her in my bed as long as possible. She moved further into my arms, even going as far as to bring a leg up to my hip, pulling me closer as our embrace deepened. Her mouth felt divine against my own, and she slowly sought out my tongue, cautiously feeling me out. I gladly gave into her, and we took turns teasing one another, causing moans and giggles to escape from each other every few minutes. It was absolute bliss...

The sweet and sensual ease between us was pure and inexplicably beautiful. Michaela had me feeling like a teenager again, without a care in the world and the entire night laid at our feet, free to do with as we wished. But that pureness soon heated into something more uncontrollable. Those sweet hips that my hands were now covering were starting to grind and move against me, and my hardening cock was quickly rising to the occasion.

I began to run a hand up the thigh that was situated over my hip, slowly bringing it up a little higher, causing Michaela to spread those gorgeous legs even more for me. She moaned lasciviously when her hot, little panty-covered pussy finally came into contact with my erection, and it felt so good that I forgot my place for a moment, then instinctively proceeded to cup my girls bare arse underneath her tiny skirt. I was shocked and extremely aroused to discover that what lay hidden beneath was a minuscule thong..

"Oh, fuck.. Michaela, the impure thoughts running through my mind right now are going to ruin me." I said through gritted teeth up against her delicious mouth, unable to pull away. "Mmm.. what kind of thoughts are you having exactly?" She whispered, eyes half closed in pleasure as she slowly ran a hand down my chest.

"The ones involving finding out what color this little thong is that you decided to put on tonight.." I teased, licking Michaela's earlobe and making her moan as I grabbed both curvy cheeks in my hands, giving them an appreciative squeeze before boldly running a finger under the waistband wrapped around her soft skin. I moved to place myself over Michaela, and my hips now firmly nestled between her spread thighs. I couldn't see it from this angle, but I could definitely feel how my hardness was was underneath her mini skirt, pressing into her hot, little cunt.

I propped myself up to look at her, all flushed and staring at me with those beautiful green orbs, half shy and a little nervous, but also seeing a heat there, begging to show her what all of these good feelings between us could really lead to. I slowly removed my hands from that sweet, bare arse, and explored the smooth skin of her thighs, just caressing and gently squeezing them for a moment before I skimmed over the top of her skirt, and went straight for her hips.

Michaela kept her gaze on me, watching intently as I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of her soft curves in my calloused hands. I finally looked into her eyes again, blushing because I was losing myself in the physical pleasures that her sexy body offered. "I'm sorry, Love.. am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop. You just feel so fucking good..." I sighed somewhat dreamily, finding it difficult to think straight.

She placed her hands over my own, smiling up at me serenely, that cute blush ever present on her face. "Everything you do feels perfect.. and everything you say makes me fall even harder for you, Charlie." Michaela nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, trying to think of how to word what she wanted to convey to me next. "I'm just a bit shy because I've never.. Well, I have never done much more than kiss with another person before. And being with you is making me want to do everything at once. I'm just scared you're going to find me immature or too inexperienced and that will possibly stop you from wanting to be with me. I'm torn between feeling too young and naive for you at times, to feeling more alive and wanted by you than anyone has ever made me feel in my life."

This confession made me kiss Michaela hard, trying to show her how much I wanted her to be with me through sheer affection alone. I held her face in my hands then, tracing my thumb over those stunning, plump lips, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty before speaking. "Sweetheart, I have never wanted anything more in my life since the moment I laid eyes on you. I want your company and conversation every day, and I want your body to hold and pleasure every night.. You are the most intelligent, thoughtful, interesting and beautiful woman I've ever met." I took another moment to kiss those sweet, parted lips, reveling in the feel of Michaela melting into me as she welcomed the slow intimacy I offered.

Pulling away and sitting up on my legs just a little to speak some more, I held her gaze with my own, hoping to let Michaela into my own head as I told her what I've truly been thinking this entire time. "I have obviously struggled with the idea of our age difference... I'm sure down the line, when we're a little older and wiser, it won't seem like a huge deal; but with the added barrier of you being my student and the scandalous, taboo nature of it lingering over our heads, helping to up the intimidating risk of getting in trouble for the feelings I've developed for you.. It's consistently made me wonder and worry if I should even be putting you in this position. I need to protect you. I want to make sure that I'm preventing anyone from seeing our connection and feelings for one another in a bad light, because you deserve better than to have anything but good words and praise said about your already outstanding character.." Michaela squeezed my hand then, by that point having sat up and started listening to every word I was saying intently, wanting to understand whatever was going through my mind.

"But I need you to know, Love, that your sweet naivety or innocent demeanor could never drive me away. You're not immature, not in the slightest. You are probably more level headed and wise than anyone I've ever met. The pure and beautiful way you carry yourself is the most stunning thing I have ever seen. I feel as if I have been living in an escapable, unrelenting darkness for years now.." My voice trembled then, and I took a moment to steady it while frustratingly running a hand through my hair. Doing this made Michaela take my other hand and bring it to her lips, kissing it and immediately banishing any negative feelings I was having towards myself.

"Being able to be with you, or even just in the same room as you, has made me think more clearly and focus on what I want out of life. I want to live it with someone that sees me, and desires to know me. Who pushes me to do better while wanting to take on the world and any adventures that comes our way.. but also craves the simplicity of one another's company. Just the thought of being in the same home as you, existing, being happy and carefree together, brings tears of joy to my eyes. That thought alone makes me want to fight for whatever we're feeling for one another. I want that, Michaela. So any thoughts of you not being enough for me.. The outrageous idea of me not wanting you simply because of you being younger, or inexperienced, is not even a thought that has crossed my mind, because one thing I've always been sure of since your kind, bright eyes met mine, is how much I've needed to know you and have you by my side. In the short amount of time since we've known one another, I've wanted you to be mine, and for me to be yours, more than I've wanted anything."

She was silent for a few seconds, blushing and maintaining eye contact with me, nibbling on that delicious bottom lip again while processing the confession I had just revealed. I held my breath, wanting to know every little thought passing through Michaela's mind..

She smiled then, a slow one that lit up her face and probably would have made me feel weak in the knees, had I been standing. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel wanted." A shy, nervous giggle escaped and she stared down at our hands intertwined, then gave mine another soft, loving squeeze. "So you really want me to be with you? No turning back? No matter how inexperienced I am or how many obstacles we face?.." Michaela asked in a timid but serious tone, those intense eyes looking to me for reassurance. I paused a moment, then moved to cross my legs, and gently pulled her onto my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I kissed her slowly, and it felt so sweet and full of love that it made my heart ache for her.

"I want you, Michaela, unconditionally. I need you like a heartbeat. I'll spend every waking moment trying to reassure you if that's what you ask of me. And no obstacle we face could bring me to my knees more than the thought of losing you. I'll fight anyone and jump through anything to be with you. I swear to you, Love. I give you my word." I said, passionately pledging myself to her. A person is only as good as the promises they keep. And I would die before I would break it.

After hearing all of this, Michaela was the one to pull me in closer this time. I saw unshed tears shining in her eyes but she had this look of awe and desire on her face that made my heart stop. Wrapping her arms around my neck, looking up into my face, she then closed her eyes slowly and gifted me such a soft, loving kiss to my mouth that caused a wanton groan to come from deep inside of me.

My hands went to snugly wrap around Michaela, and I deepened the kiss, tilting her body back a bit in the process. She moved her lower body against me and wrapped those sexy legs around my waist a little tighter, trying to hold on but also feeling a friction between her thighs that felt good, making her moan sweetly and try to press harder against me there.

That small movement made my cock harden for her, and Michaela felt me grow instantly, the length of me pulsing beneath her tight little arse, wanting her more than anything. All I desired to do now was lay this gorgeous girl on my bed and explore every last part of her. To hold her body down and give Michaela pleasure like she'd never known before.

And I was tempted to, but I vowed to myself that I wouldn't push her, and I truly wanted her to set the speed for what she wanted from me. So for now, I would keep her in my lap, giving her full control while she allowed me to kiss her until our lips were swollen and satisfied.

At least, that was my plan anyways. I didn't account for the turn it would take. Michaela had gasped from the feel of my throbbing cock underneath her, and I blushed, feeling proud that I could still surprise her with it. Kissing me once more, she leaned back to look at me, and I could see the precious rose color tinting her cheeks as she nibbled on her bottom lip, a curious look in her eyes. Her sweet, curvy bottom moved against my groin while she brushed a hand through my hair, and I growled her name quietly, bunching up what little fabric from her shirt that I could, trying to restrain myself from ripping it off. "Michaela.." I warned, moving to grip those bare hips, dying to hold onto them as I imagined her cunt gripping my cock as she fucked herself with it.

"S-sorry.." she stuttered, a look of slight embarrassment etched onto her face, and lowered her eyes down between us. "I w-wanted to... Well, I'm not c-completely sure what I w-wanted." The shy speech worsened, and I decided to grab her chin to make her look me in my eyes, and I kissed her, deliberately attempting to make Michaela feel safe and unafraid to speak her mind. "Love, I didn't mean to make you feel like you can't tell me what's going on in that amazing head of yours.. But some dark thoughts in my mind feels you move against me like that and it makes me want to do a lot more than kiss these lovely lips." I said gruffly, my voice deep with need as I traced Michaela's mouth with my thumb, emphasizing my words.

"Th-that's the thing, Ch-Charlie.. I think I w-want to know-" she sighed, frustrated, covering her face in her hands. "Why am I like this? S-something makes m-me incredibly nervous and I c-can't talk straight. I sound ridiculous. I'm trying my hardest to appear attractive f-for you and I end up s-sounding like a scared child instead of a w-woman trying to get your attention." Michaela vented, slightly muffling her words towards the end as her head burrowed into my chest, seeking a safe embrace in my arms, which I gladly gave.

"Baby girl.. you don't have to try around me. I desire you completely, no matter how you look, act or sound. I've seen you become more and more confident around me over the past few weeks. I know we're getting a bit more intimate and it's beginning to feel intimidating, but I assure you, I am just as nervous as you are."

I smiled down at her once she chanced a look at my face, and I wiped a small tear from her eye. Taking a deep breath, I started to speak again. "We've definitely danced around the topic of sex, haven't we?.." Blushing at these words, I bit my lip, trying to force myself to go on while those alarmingly beautiful green eyes stared at me in astonishment.

"I've struggled with my lust for you from the beginning. Even when you first sought me out to help with that assignment, I was immediately imagining putting you in all kinds of improper positions.. I loved getting to know you, Michaela, but god..." I shook my head, still not believing I was telling her all of this as the words fell out of my mouth like an unstoppable rain from the heavens.. "Everything you do or say only makes me want you more. I feel like a sex-starved demon when you're near me, Love. There's something about you.. the way you carry yourself, your innocent, angelic face that stares up at me with hope and unlearned desire in your eyes; it makes me want to fall to my knees and worship every last inch of your body until it's flushed from my touch."

Feeling emboldened, I used my right hand to run a finger along her cheek, teasing down her neck before venturing between the small curves of her breasts, feeling the plump cleavage against my skin. I moved my thumb back and forth over the softness of her chest, and I noticed Michaela was holding her breath, mesmerized as she watched me explore the untouched work of art that was her own body.

I placed my full, rough hand onto my girl's chest, feeling her heart beat twice as fast for me as I watched her skin reddening and those stunning, perky tits become aroused, the nipples hardening underneath her shirt, right beside my hand. My mouth watered, wanting a taste.

"Sweetheart, I've seen every look from you.. I've heard your breath catch from my touch, I have witnessed those sweet, little nipples peak under my gaze, and I've seen your smooth, sexy thighs move together, trying to mask your arousal while checking me out yourself. I know from your innocent demeanor that you've probably never had another man between those gorgeous legs and the thought of me spreading them slowly and tasting you.. touching that perfect, pretty slit has you aching for me when you lay down in bed. The very idea of you has my cock hard. The sound of your voice replays in my mind, keeping me up at night, and I imagine you constantly moaning my name or begging me to love your body like it deserves." My cock twitched from this confession, fantasizing exactly what I'd just said while Michaela stared up at me in awe, too shocked to speak.

"And all this time, every night I'm alone, I'm here stroking my cock to the thought that you might allow me to be the one to have the honor of being the first person to make you come, and now I want to be the only man to do this for you. I need to give you the pleasure that I see you desiring each time I look into your eyes. I'm beginning to think I was put on the earth for the sole purpose of finding you and loving you for eternity." I finally stopped speaking, breathless but feeling like I had exposed every last intention I had for Michaela.

She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts and running a hand through her own long curls, making my heart flutter in the process. Her beauty took me by surprise sometimes, but with the added shock of my confession, I was bursting at the seams for her attention. I wanted to hear every one of Michaela's thoughts, and take her to bed, not even sleeping until the sun rose after a night of intense lovemaking. 'Fuck,' I shook my head as I thought to myself how much of a romantic, love obsessed fool I was becoming. I smiled, though, realizing there wasn't anything else I'd rather be if it meant having this angel with me forever.

Michaela finally opened her eyes after what felt like minutes, but maybe I was just on edge after my speech and wanting to hear her voice. She bit her lip in that sexy way for the half dozenth time that night, and I couldn't help but say, "You keep biting those pretty lips instead of telling me what's on your mind, Babygirl, and I'll end up giving you something hard to the touch and more fun to tease with your mouth."

Michaela immediately gasped and hid her mouth with her hand, cheeks blazing red from my offhand comment.

But then she let a giggle slip out, and she couldn't hide the smile anymore. "Sir, I have never in my life heard such words spoken from a professor before. How very scandalous of you." She smirked, quickly gaining her confidence back while stretching that slight southern accent she had into a full on, cute southern belle act, going as far as to fan herself with her hand and attempting to look absolutely scandalized for less than three seconds. She quickly gave up once I was laughing, smiled and kissed me suddenly. It was hard, needy and full of desire for my touch.

Michaela was somehow able to stop it before my hands began to roam all over her tight, young body. I groaned heatedly, needing her. Those eyes and lips were so close to mine that I wanted to pull her against me without another second or thought passing between us, but she shook her head no. Those eyes flamed with the determination I saw right before our first kiss, when she was challenging me in my own kitchen. Her soft hands ran down my muscled chest until I felt her thumbs teasing along my waistband. I wondered if she was thinking about pulling them down further until I felt her place her hands on my own bare hips. She gently squeezed me there, and then rolled her hips, moving that sweet, tempting arse against my intensely hard shaft.

"Baby-" I started, but she carefully quieted me with a small 'Shhhh..' placing her finger against my lips, tracing them before leaning over to kiss my neck. She whispered in my ear, making me tremble from the sensitive feel of those lips on my skin and the shocking words that slipped out. "So, you get.. hard, here-" she hesitated for a moment, nervous, before continuing, and then kept moving against me in ways I didn't know she knew how. "Just for me?.."

I gulped, nodding and feeling at a loss for words for the girl teasing me with her body as she gracefully moved on my lap. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for sex yet, Charlie, but you're making me think about it.. I am a virgin. But I'm wanting you to do things to me that no other person has done before.." after saying this, Michaela took my hand, blushing as she brought it up to her chest, timidly placing my large hand against her small, pert breast.

Hearing those words fall from that innocent mouth lit a fire underneath me. Actually hearing her admit that she was, indeed, a virgin, made a dark, shamefully delicious part of my soul smile, and my cock perked up in anticipation. I truly wanted to to be Michaela's first. But I also wanted to be her last. Her only. I knew virginity was just a social construct, but the idea of filling up that tight, little pussy with my large, thick cock, knowing that she's never had one before, made me want to blow her mind with how good I could make her feel.

Hearing Michaela catch her breath brought me out of my thoughts, and I realized that my hand was fully on her clothed breast. The nipple beneath my hand tightened and I moaned, squeezing her there softly while also hearing a little squeak of a moan release from her lips. I kissed her slowly, eyes never leaving hers as I carefully began to cup both tender breasts in my palms, making my girl sigh and fall even more into my gentle touch. I began to kiss down her neck and slowly start to tease one nipple, caressing the sensitive skin there through her thin shirt.

Circling my thumb over it felt like something I could do forever, but the more I teased, the more I craved to free those young, luscious tits and take them into my mouth. Michaela sighed, then quietly moaned my name, wanting something from me that she didn't know how to communicate. "Mmm, sweet girl.." I groaned, my lips against her neck. "These sexy tits need my attention, don't they?.."

My girl ground her arse on top of me and nodded a silent 'yes' while I wrapped a hand in her hair, carefully pulling her head back a little as I made my way down her chest with my mouth. I cupped her right breast while doing this, teasing the little peak with my thumb and index finger.

I kissed the tops of her breasts, remembering the first time I had made my way down them, and my mind went to how beautiful she looked in that red shirt from before. I looked at her now, face flushed, eyes closed in concentration, marveling at the feel of my large hands on her warm body. Michaela looked gorgeous with my hand wrapped up in her curls, allowing me to take control and trusting me to move her how I wanted. I placed my other hand behind her back, kissing her lips as I slowly laid her down against the mattress. Moving for only a moment, I grabbed a pillow from behind us since I had been facing the end of the bed, and she giggled, lifting for me as I placed it behind her head. "Better, Love?" I blushed, smiling at her when she nodded, and then she pulled me down on top of her with a surprising force, making me laugh until that sweet mouth attached itself to mine once more, pulling a deep groan full of intense desire for her from my lips.

My hands moved up her sides and cupped the lovely handfuls I had been enjoying before, and it made Michaela's entire lower body push into me with a need burning deep inside of her. She spread her legs instinctively, allowing me to settle in between the curve of her thighs with my cock pressing into the perfect crevice that was her sweet cunt. I must have rubbed into her little clit just right, because she let out a quick, intense moan of delight, going on to wrap her legs around me, pulling me further into her.

We were a mess of limbs, exploring one another's bodies with an urgent need, barely taking a breath between kisses before we dived back into this delectable heat. Her hands ran up and down my sides while I massaged the round, little tits in my own, and then Michaela shocked me by slowly squeezing my hips and immediately going to cup my arse in her palms. I chuckled against those soft lips, and she smiled against me, opening her eyes to look up at me with a mischievous glint there in those beautiful orbs.

"Men like to have their ass grabbed too, do they not?" She laughed, causing me to join her. "I guess we do, Love. It feels nice. But nothing compares to holding a glorious, round arse like yours in my hands." I winked at Michaela. "Well, yours is gloriously round as well, Charlie."

My girl giggled at her own bold remark, and I couldn't help but let out a deep bellied laugh, rolling onto my back with a hand over my stomach, unable to hold back my amusement.

"Well, you're not wrong, baby, that's for sure."

I finally breathed out, catching my breath only to have it knocked out of me again by the look Michaela was giving me. That dazzling smile was as incandescent as a full moon shining over a pool of clear water, sparkling and mesmerizing, slowly pulling me in the longer I admired it.

"You okay, Charlie? I can't really gauge the look you're giving me. Is there something on my face?" Michaela giggled, bringing her hand up to her cheek, a look of self-doubt flashing in her eyes, then swiftly relaxed as I gazed back with a goofy, love struck grin. "You're fine, Love. Just giving me butterflies with that flawless smile is all."

"I swear, handsome, you're going to put a permanent blush on my face with how much you sweet talk me." She joked, sitting up and smoothing her hair back down before standing.

I stretched my body out over the bed, admiring Michaela as she sauntered over to the dresser where my whisky was kept. She looked back at me, eyes playfully taunting me from across the room. "Love, what are you doing?.." I breathed a sigh, my grin showing through as I watched her pour two generous shots. "Didn't I tell you that you won't be leaving this room drunk?"

Michaela's cheeks darkened, but those emerald eyes never lost that mischievous glint, and she bit that juicy bottom lip before speaking. "We'll see, Charlie. But for right now.." she paused, looking my body over slowly, eyes landing on my pants where my cock was still straining against the fabric for her touch, before rising back up to look me in the face again. My eyes widened and my heart began to beat fast from nervous excitement when my sexy, little Hufflepuff said "I wanna play a game..."

I had no idea what the rest of the night would entail, but my body was ready for anything and everything Michaela wanted to do with me. I realized I was dying to be played with by that sweet, little mouth and the softest hands in existence. I was hers completely, and the look in Michaela's beautiful eyes showed me that she knew it too.

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Notes: Hi! I don't normally share commentary on my chapters, but I just wanted to thank you all for reading. I want to apologize for the long hiatus I took. I've been dealing with a lot in the past year, with losing both my mother and sister within a span of six months. I'm slowly getting back to normal and trying to rebuild things in my life and focusing on the important parts to get my mental health back in order. But writing for Charlie and my OC has always been in my head and my heart every day. I'm wanting to post more, and I promise I've been trying to write every day, even if it's only a few words or sentences here and there. But I do hope you stick around because Charlie and Michaela's stories are far from over. Thank you again. ❤

Lyrics in the middle of the chapter are of course by the lovely and talented Taylor Swift (My Tears Ricochet). I know they don't line up with the chapter title as normal but Folklore/Evermore has been like therapy to me this past year. I love including music in these stories and I like to think you all are listening to my favorite songs after you read. They're a big inspiration for everything I write.

Love you all ❤

-Michaela (Yes I named my OC after myself because I'm super fucking self-indulgent lol)