A/N: Luckily, I had some time to write this for you. This is just a tad longer, but I think the length works for what happens. I hope you like this second chapter, it was fun to write! I look forward to what can come of this! Un-beta'd, so bear with me. Enjoy!
Thursday mornings. The only day of the week she half looked forward to. Being incredibly new to the whole teaching thing, she was given one course, one day a week, to teach. Thanks, Mom. However, she was grateful for the income, even though it was a bit of a decrease from what she made as a detective. Just a bit. Thursdays she woke up early, five am, to leave her house by six, so she could be at the university by, at least, seven. This gave her plenty of time in case traffic was bad (which it could easily be), or if she forgot to prepare the night before. Two hours of calm before the storm of her lecture. As she let her mind wake up after the startle of the alarm, Chloe tried not to think about how boring her work days had become. It would be okay. She could get used to the down time. Plus, this meant more time with Trixie. That was worth it.
After a quick shower, she applied her usual makeup. Tinted moisturizer, brows, liner, mascara, and a soft pinky-brown lipstick. Fresh, professional. She tied her long, dark blonde hair up in a ponytail, her quintessential hard look for the suspects, equally necessary for entitled college kids. She slipped into her tight jeans, v-neck white shirt, and navy blue blazer. The boots with just enough heel completed her look. Luckily, being a plain-clothes detective allowed her the wardrobe for an ordinary job. Ready to start the day, she made her way downstairs to make coffee and breakfast for her and Trixie, knowing the young girl would be getting up soon.
She got in her car as soon as her daughter was on the bus, hoping to miss the traffic of other parents with school-aged children rushing to drop them off and get to work. She thought about what the second lecture would be like, knowing that this was the first actual day of learning. She knew better than to assume that she would be able to reach the minds of all those in attendance, but she hoped that her experience would influence, at least, a few of them. She also wondered about a certain student. One that appeared a little older than the rest, witty, a charming aura about him. The only student that she could actually remember. The only face she knew she would recognize in the crowd.
She had spent a week trying to shake the memory of his smug grin out of her mind. She had seen him for an hour out of her day, but his image was burned into her thoughts. She scolded herself for it. She was ashamed that some guy, hell, some kid was able to worm his way into her head. It had to be the divorce. She was just noticing any relatively attractive male around her. That's all. She spent the rest of the 45 minute drive trying to focus on the lesson plan: the levels of law enforcement officials. You know, the basics.
After parking in the staff garage, she walked through the sparsely occupied halls, the few faculty and students out and about for early morning classes and meetings. She walked to her office next door to the lecture hall, noticing that the lecture room's door was slightly ajar. She rolled her eyes as she unlocked her door, the other professor forgot to lock it, meaning it had been open for at least a day. She shrugged off her bag and placed her large coffee on her desk. She loved the little coffee cart that was just out front of the criminal justice department. They knew how law enforcement rolled. Chloe pulled out her lesson plan and her small laptop, making sure she had all her notes and bullet points ready for the class. The lesson would not be overwhelming, it was a perfect start to the semester, and it allowed a basic understanding of how the police hierarchy worked. Of course, she would add her own little side-notes, but the school didn't need to know that.
After an hour and on her second coffee, she closed her computer and curriculum. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, breathing in the last hour before she would have to brave the pack of barely-legal, and one very legal, young minds. She thought about how excited Trixie was when she told her she would be teaching. The girl was so happy that her mommy wouldn't be able to get hurt anymore. She had plastered on a fake smile as the girl hugged her, trying to keep the tears from falling at the thought of never returning to the station again. With a sigh, she rubbed the inner corners of her eyes, trying to avoid messing up her makeup in the process. A thump and faint laughter brought her out of her thoughts and back into detective thinking. She waited for another thud before she knew the location: the open lecture hall.
She stood, her hand instinctively reaching towards her hip for the sidearm that was not there. She cursed herself under her breath as she tiptoed out of her office and towards the lecture hall door. She could hear movement, a male and female voice, as well as the slight shuffling of soft material. It wasn't until the smacking noises of two people sucking face emanated from the room that she knew what was going on. Opening the door, just slightly, she peered in, trying to see just who was in here. Who knows, maybe she would catch a faculty scandal? She laughed to herself, searching the large room until she found two figures pressed into the white board behind the podium.
The large frame pressed the much smaller, feminine body against the wall with his hips, her arms wrapping around his neck and gripping at his dark hair. The man had both hands cupping her jaw as he kissed her, rough and deep. Chloe watched as he moved his head lower, his lips attacking the girl's neck as her mouth fell open. She could hear her moans from the door. She knew she shouldn't be watching, that she should turn on the lights and tell the pair to leave, even inform the proper officials, but she couldn't turn away.
She watched as the man fell to his knees, large hands pushing up the skirt of the girl in front of him. Chloe couldn't see anything other than his dark hair between her thighs as he pulled one of the girl's legs onto his broad shoulder. She noticed the way the dark material stretched across his back, the way his tight slacks hugged every curve on his backside. The girl let out a loud moan, slamming her head into the white board behind her. Chloe could hear his low growl as one of his long arms snaked up her body, his large hand covering his partner's mouth to quiet her.
Chloe tried to keep her mouth from parting, but she failed. Her sharp inhale was involuntary as she watched his head move between tanned thighs, the muffled moans and squeals of the girl getting higher and higher. Chloe could see the younger girl fist one hand into his hair, the other reaching behind her, trying to cling to a flat wall, as she, very clearly, climaxed, hips rutting against the man's face. She watched him kiss the girl's inner thighs, his stubble-covered jaw working as he kissed his way back up her body. He took his hand off of the girl's mouth, pressing on the top of her head to push her to her knees, the other hand starting to work at his belt.
Chloe watched the tall, lean body stand straight, hand opening his trousers. She could see the side of his face clearly: mused hair, dark eyes, glistening lips and chin. She watched his lips part, his tongue poking out to lick at the remnants there. She had no idea how long she had been watching, but she suddenly slipped into the door, causing loud thud to echo in the almost empty room. Chloe stood there, frozen, as the two figures quickly turned their heads in her direction. The girl was clearly startled and stood up immediately, situating her clothes back to a descent position. The man only grinned at Chloe, staring at her as he buckled his belt and buttoned up the top buttons to his shirt. Without saying anything to him, the girl grabbed her purse and power-walked towards the door. She looked at Chloe, her eyes pleading her to just let her leave. The professor nodded, moving to the side to let the frightened girl go, turning her attention back to the man left in the room.
"Enjoy the show, Professor?" he asked, no hint of shame or embarrassment in his voice at all. She walked into the room, leaving the door slightly open, just as it had been before she stepped inside.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked him, giving him her best authoritative tone. She crossed her arms over her chest, watching the way he placed his hands on his hips, leaning his weight on one foot.
"I think it's quite obvious what I was trying to do, before you so rudely interrupted," he replied, pointing a hand directly at her. She could tell he was being serious. He didn't seem to care that one of his professors, a faculty member, caught him in a precarious situation in a lecture room.
"I teach in here," Chloe stated, pointing a finger out in the direction of the seats. "You take this class, you know it's almost time to start." She walked over to the podium, placing a hand on the plastic, taking her spot at the head of the room. She raised her groomed eyebrows at him, waiting for whatever poor excuse he could give her. She looked back down at her hand when she felt something against her fingers. She saw a pair of black-rimmed glasses sitting there and she picked them up without thinking about it.
She didn't even hear him walk towards her before he was grabbing the glasses out of her fingers. He slid them onto his face, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the prescription lenses. "Ah, much better," he said, taking a single step back and eyeing her up and down. "Now that I can actually see you today, you look familiar."
Chloe couldn't help her head tilting to the side and giving him her best are you kidding me faces. How could he be so nonchalant after what she just walked in on? "Excuse me?" she asked, her arms returning to their normal spot across her chest. She watched as his expressions worked between wonder and confusion before finally resting at recognition.
"Oh, I know," he said, his voice dropping an octave, making his accent sound thicker. "You're from that movie." He tucked his hands into his pockets, smug grin on his face. His black dress shirt hugged his body perfectly, fitting snuggly down his torso before being tucked into his slacks.
Chloe's face didn't change, and she had to keep from letting one of her eyes twitch at the sight of his haughty expression. Finally, she let her irritation slip as she sighed and closed her eyes, one hand reaching behind her neck to scratch the back of her head. "Yep, mmhm. That's me," she affirmed, nodding her head a few times. Her other hand fell to her hip, resting there and keeping her upper body from folding over in embarrassment. Great. Just great. "I was really hoping no one in here would have seen it."
"I wouldn't worry," he said, taking a step closer, bending his head down to her level. "I doubt the other morons have seen such wonderful works," he added, his eyes gazing at her chest for a fraction of a second before coming back up to her eyes. "I do have to say, you've held up extremely well since your Hot Tub days."
She couldn't believe it. Believe him. Who did he think he was? She just watched him eat some girl out and here he was making comments like that. He was unbelievable. As unbelievable as he was, she noticed the slight tug in her lower stomach as the way his eyes roamed her body and her face. His handsome features softened, lips parting ever-so-slightly as he watched her mouth fall open in shock. Before she could respond, a few students walked into the room, hesitating as they noticed the two at the podium before finding their seats.
Lucifer gave her one last look, one last knowing look before he walked backwards towards the stadium-style seats. He sat down in the first row, right in the middle, a direct view of Chloe behind the podium. He slouched in the chair, one arm on the small desk, the other resting along his thigh. He sat there, completely comfortable, hardly noticing as most of the girls in the class starting taking seats around him. Chloe looked down nervously and noticed she didn't have her computer or her lecture notes, she hurried out of the room, slipping past some more students and entered her office. She grabbed her things, taking a deep breath before returning to the lecture hall. She could feel his stare as she walked back to the podium; the only one noticing her return.
She looked at her watch, 8:55, who knows how long she had been watching, and then talking, to him. She yelled at herself in her head, she was mad that she let him get to her. She had to have let him, there was no way he was able to get past her walls, her defenses. Not since Dan, no one had gotten past her walls and made her feel anything other than exactly what she wanted to feel. Yet, here she was, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she stood in the front of the room, his eyes boring holes into her.
She flipped through her pages, just trying to pass the few minutes by without having to look up and out into the crowd. Police hierarchy. She knew it like the back of her hand. Today would go well, it would be smooth. At nine am exactly, one boy ran into the room, closing the door behind him and giving her his best sorry expression. She nodded and pointed towards the seats, adjusting her hair as she, finally, turned her attention back to the class.
"Okay, so, the levels of law enforcement, hierarchy, if you will."
Ten am. She made it. She watched as the young group in front of her grabbed their belongings and made their way towards the door. Not exactly in a hurry, but appearing as if they all had places to be. She took a slow, steadying breath, letting the air fill her lungs completely before blowing out forcefully. While the class hadn't seemed at all interested in what she was talking about, no one fell asleep, so she considered that a win. It was a win because she was able to complete her entire lecture without much interruption from a certain pupil.
He only asked a few good, but annoying, question, but he just kept looking at her. Occasionally he would glance at one of the many young girls surrounding him, giving them a knowing smile before turning his eyes back to her. Although the attention made her uncomfortable, it wasn't unwelcomed. She hated the part of her that actually liked his attention, liked that he looked at her instead of the young, perky girls around him. It's just because of the recent divorce. It means nothing.
She grabbed her things from the podium, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear before stepping to the side only to run directly into a tall, hard body. She stayed for a second, face pressed against his chest before she pulled back violently. He stood with his arms out, smiling as she moved away from him as quickly as she could.
"Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, straightening her blazer and putting on her most professional, professor, face.
"I just wanted to apologize for earlier," he said, one hand raising up to scratch along his ear. She noticed how the glasses didn't take anything away from his features. She could still see his eyes clearly, as well as the other features. If anything, they seemed to add to the annoying charm. "I didn't think anyone would be here."
"It was an hour before class," Chloe started, shifting her computer and notepad from on hand to the other. "Why would you even come here this early?"
"Well, I live off campus," he began, one hand moving as he spoke. Yep, European. "She lives on campus, but has roommates. We couldn't go to her place last night, so, we found an open door."
"You were here all night?" she asked, shock apparent in her tone. She started at the man in front of her, so calm, so causal, as if he hadn't just admitted to being in the classroom all night with a girl.
"Well, give or take a few hours, and people," he said, whispering the last few words. He gave her a wink, bending down slightly to look directly into her eyes. He watched her shake her head in disbelief, her mouth opening and closing, preparing to speak.
"Wow. You really are something," she stated sarcastically, shifting her weight in her boots.
"They all said the same thing," he returned, shoving his hands into his pockets. She hated that she found his smile to be cute. Charming, irritating, and infuriating, but cute.
Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at him. This guy really was a piece of work. "Okay, well, as enthralling as this conversation is," she started, leaning against the podium for support. "I need to get going to prepare for a meeting."
He nodded, not being smiling again (the bastard) and holding his hands up in surrender. "Yes, of course, I need to get off to bed, anyways. Regain some energy," he said, backing away from her slowly. She motioned for him to go ahead since she needed to lock the door behind her. To make sure none of that shenanigans happened again. "Care to tuck me in, Professor?"
Chloe choked at his words. He was looking at her, grin across his lips, his eyes dark and twinkling with intent. She couldn't believe he just asked that. Who did this guy think he was? "Are you serious?" she asked, trying not to raise her voice too much.
"I'm kidding," he replied, turning away from her slowly. "It's just, I am a bit tense from being interrupted this morning," he said, his bottom lip slightly sticking out in a pout. He started to walk towards the door, spinning around to face her again. "Maybe I'll watch a little movie. Release the pressure, you know?" he said, smirking as both hands motioned down towards the front of his pants. Before turning around to leave he tilted his head back a little, his eyes darkening as he bit his lip and turned away, walking out of sight past the door.
He left her standing, in shock, a couple of feet from the door. She felt her skin start to flush, starting at her neck and creeping up towards her cheeks. One of her students had just insinuated that they would release the pressure to her movie, no doubt referring to her nude scene. Why did she let him get away with that? Was it the pure shock, or something else? Why was she blushing? She shouldn't be feeling like this. A comment like that at the precinct would have gotten a guy punched. Was this job making her soft already? She blamed it on the male attention that she was getting. It was new to notice and to welcome the attention. After the end of a marriage, it can be exciting to get attention, to flirt. That's all this was. She really needed to convince herself harder of that. She couldn't keep saying that every time she saw him. Luckily, it was only once a week, she thought to herself.
Chloe made her way back to her office, sitting in the uncomfortable chair, dropping her things on the desk without a care. She rubbed her face, gathering her thoughts before opening her laptop to the online portal for the course. She didn't have anything to grade, but she needed something to take her mind off of the events of this morning. Her mind kept going back to the way he moved, pressing that girl into the wall, slowly lowering to his knees in front of her. She could remember the way the material of his clothes stretched across his body, molding over the curves and edges. She could see the way his head of dark hair bobbed between the girl's thighs, the sounds that girl made gave her an idea of how he was doing down there. She wondered what she would have seen if she hadn't, stupidly, tripped and made a noise. Would she have let herself watch?
She shuddered at the thought. She wasn't a voyeur, but she did like what she saw. That bothered her, more than she thought it would. She was always so straight and by-the-book. Why was she letting herself think about a student like that? Oh yeah, because she didn't expect a student like that. To look like that. She sighed in frustration, slamming her laptop shut and standing up. She needed to get another coffee before attempting to prepare for a meeting with the board of directors. She knew they would want to check up on the charity case she was of a professor. Walking through the halls, she could still hear his groans and growls as if her were making them by her ear. Her body responded, goose bumps covering her flesh and her legs tightening on their own. She seriously needed to get a grip, or this would be a long semester.
A/N: So, what did you think? Why does he have to be so frustratingly charming? haha. I hope you liked it and I hope you're getting excited for everything that could (and will, believe me) happen! Let me know what you thought. I love reading reviews, good or bad. Suggestions are great, too! Just FYI, I don't have a set schedule for when I will post, so I apologize for that. Anyways, I'm off. Until next time!