ELIZA POV

Bright sunlight wakes me, squinting my eyes, my body overtaken by a stretch. My body relaxes entirely into the bed, loving the feel of soft silk sheets against my naked skin. As my legs spread out across the bed, I remember where I am.

Arizona.

Lifting my body up abruptly, I look around the room for any sign of her. She slept on the couch; I remembered.

Rolling over to grab my phone off the bedside table. Ugh, 6am, so early, yet I feel so rested.

Sliding myself out of bed, my feet hit the ground to see a pair of slippers waiting there. Smiling at the thought of Arizona slipping her feet into them every morning, I do the same. Wandering around my professor's bedroom I smiled as I saw how everything had its own place - her dressing table organised with fancy-looking products, her closet full of her sexy shirts and skirts. Everything in her bathroom had its own place. I noticed a bottle of perfume separate from everything else on her side table, I sprayed it onto my wrist and was immediately intoxicated by the familiar smell of Arizona.

I noticed a robe hanging up on her door, grabbed it and threw it on before leaving her bedroom and quietly descending the stairs. When I reached the bottom I peeked over at the sofa, I could see her feet poking out but the back of the sofa was blocking the view of the rest of her. Using all self-control, I left her to her sleep and instead proceeded to brew a coffee pot ready for her when she woke. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before heading back up the stairs and turning on the shower.

As the water ran down my body, my mind travelled back to last night. She had come to get me after the party, I was so drunk I must have made an embarrassment of myself. Remembering that I confessed to her my overwhelming attraction, the first time I saw her, that white shirt. A blush crept up my neck when I remembered ogling her breasts in that tight little top, fuck she looked so good last night.

The heat from the shower was fogging up the glass, the water feeling good on my skin. Arizona's hands found their way into my mind, the way she was touching me last night, teasing me. Her hand on my thigh, sliding down my neck. The memory of her touch still on my skin. Her kiss, her lips gently kissing mine after putting me to bed, her bed.

Once out of the shower I borrow a pair of gym leggings and a tee from Arizona's closet, I throw my hair up into a bun and collect my things. As I headed down the stairs, I made sure to take my time, not wanting to wake her and grabbed a notepad and pen I had noticed in one of her kitchen draws earlier. I write her a note and leave it on her kitchen counter before sliding on my shoes and quietly exiting out the front door. Her place is only 15 minutes from mine, and the cool morning air felt great on my skin, I took the opportunity to reply to the girls who had both messaged me in the group chat a few hours ago.

M: Girls im sleeping over at Chase's tonight
A: Where are you both?
A: Oh I just saw that message Maggie
A: El where are you?
A: Elizaaaa
A: Worrying...

I felt bad that I hadn't replied, I never want anyone to worry me but once Arizona had picked me up my mind was only on her.

E: I am so so sorry, I got so drunk last night I just left and went home. I passed out on my bed I'm sorry I didn't message!

I was surprised when a response immediately came through.

M: Ughhhh I am still drink at Chases hes asleep
M: I cannot do class today, no way El I'm sorry
M: Come over to mine later we can hang-over on the couch together

Laughing, I reply back.

E: I'm actually not feeling too bad, I got a solid few hours sleep so I'll be going to class but I will come over after
M: Gross how are you not hanging rn
E: Water and sleep babyyyy
M: Ugh you're gross. Bring me mango later.
M: And watermelon
M: Cherries

Great, now I have a grocery list!

It was a few hours later, and after getting back to my apartment I felt motivated to do some work so I put on some makeup and headed out to the coffee shop to write some of my essay before class at 10. I had planned on changing into my own clothes, but the thrill of wearing Arizona's to class changed my mind. When I arrived the shop was empty, so I was able to grab my favourite table in the corner to work quietly and sip on my coffee.

My phone buzzed. Arizona.

Good morning. I was disappointed to see you had left this morning, hopefully, I will see you in class.

I chuckled. I couldn't tell if this was a text from my professor or the woman that was kissing me in her office yesterday. I guess both.

The fact that I had kissed my professor, the woman I'd been dreaming about kissing for months, and she happily reciprocated it was something I still hadn't quite got my head around. I didn't know what we were doing, I know that we are attracted to each other, and we want to be kissing, but she made it clear she doesn't want to have sex until I am no longer in her class, which I understood but wasn't sure what that meant for us. Like, are we dating? Are we just flirting and kissing sometimes? Is she my girlfriend? I didn't know. That's probably a conversation that we should have.

It was 9:50 so I packed up my laptop and headed to class, butterflies flying around my stomach at the thought of seeing her there.

ARIZONA'S POV

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The sound of my alarm woke me from my semi-comfortable slumber, immediate pain in my lower back causing me to groan as I lifted myself up from my lying position. Memories of a drunken Eliza filled my brain as I slowly got up from the sofa. I should probably wake her. The smell of coffee suddenly hits me, I looked over to see a full coffee pot waiting for me. Looks like she is already awake. As I rounded the sofa and headed to the kitchen I saw a note on the counter.

Morning beautiful. I woke up early and didn't want you to miss out on sleep so I've already headed out. Thank you so much for looking after me last night, I really appreciate it and will definitely be making it up to you. See you later x

I felt disappointed but remembered that my first class of the day was hers so figured I would make more of an effort than usual to show her what she missed out on this morning. Pouring myself a cup of coffee and making my way up the stairs, I decided to send her a quick text just in case she forgot that we had a class today and because I couldn't resist and hoped I would hear from her sooner. Walking into my bedroom, I was still upset not to see Eliza laying there as I was hoping to get the chance to spend the morning with a talk. Unable to resist, I slid into the bed in the hopes of feeling any of her residue warmth and was pleasantly surprised when I was overwhelmed by the scent of her on my pillows; just the smell of her took me back to yesterday in my office; her hair on my face as I kissed her neck, the taste of her tongue in my mouth. Then there was last night, the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers, the look of desire in her eyes; we really do need to talk about what we're doing, because my horniness last night must have thrown her off.

The shower was calling my name once I finished my coffee, so I headed into the bathroom ready to get sexy for the day ahead.

As I walked across the promenade in the direction of my office, I noticed a familiar head of hair walking ahead of me, and it wasn't just the hair I recognised. Are those my leggings? Should I call out for her, no I can't do that. Making a quick judgement call I decided to quicken my pace in an attempt to catch up with her, without it looking too obvious. When I was one stride behind her, I noticed she was wearing headphones, so any attempt at calling after her would have failed. My feet managed to get themselves one step ahead of her, so that she could now see me through peripheral vision. An arm nudged my side.

"Fancy seeing you here Professor Robbins," she smirked at me.

When I turned to look at her I noticed it wasn't just my leggings she had borrowed, she was wearing one of my white tank tops which made her cleavage look incredible. She noticed me checking her out and smirked at me once again.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind I borrowed a few things, I thought it best I wasn't seen doing the walk of shame from your house."

This made me laugh out loud. "I wasn't sure I would be seeing you this morning."

We stopped, suddenly at a crossroads, I would be heading left towards my office to drop off my things before class, which was right.

"Are you coming?" Eliza asked.

"No I need to drop my bag off in my office," I replied. We stared at each other for a moment. "Do you want to come with me?"

Her eyebrow raised and her eyes started to twinkle.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, I don't want to make you late for class, Professor Robbins.." She moved closer to me, leaning in to whisper under her breath, "And after last night, being alone with you would definitely make us both late for class."

I gulped, suppressing the moan that desperately wanted to escape my lips as she turned and walked off towards the classroom.

ELIZA'S POV

I took a seat at the front of the class, setting up my laptop and textbooks in anticipation of the hour of torture I was about to endure having to watch those delicious legs walk around in front of me. Seeing her before class had been unexpected; when Arizona me her to her office, all I wanted to do was say yes, but we would have maybe had 5 private minutes, and I definitely needed more time with her than that after yesterday.

The classroom door opened.

Oh fuck.

My eyes travelled upwards; her legs looked incredible in black heels, legs that seemed to go on longer than usual. Ughh, fuck. She had a slit in her skirt, a slit that travelled up to her thigh, and I could barely contain a groan. It only got worse as my eyes continued upwards. She had walked in wearing that shirt, the one I had let slip about last night. When my eyes reached hers, they were dancing, almost laughing at me. Her lips smiling, the bottom one pulled tightly between her teeth as she watched me sweat. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, a few strands of hair pulled out at the sides making her look even more effortless. It was rare I would see her with her hair up, which somehow made it even sexier.

The sound of her heels hitting the floor with each step had my heart beating faster, I watched as she rounded her desk and sorted through her things before leaning against the front of her desk and addressing the class.

"Good morning."

As she leaned against the desk her skirt rose up slightly, the slit up the side exposing more of her skin.

I can't be the only one who is getting wet looking at her right now.

"Today I want us to discuss the psychology of poverty, wealth, and economic inequality."

The sound of keyboard tapping filled the room as I was still trying to get over the sexy professor standing in front of me.

"Let's explore the impact on individuals, families and communities."

Tap, tap, tap.

"Miss Minnick."

My gaze snapped up from the legs I was currently tracing to blue, sparkling eyes.

"You might want to take notes. I don't want you to be distracted in my class."

I laughed under my breath, liar.

Opening up a blank page on my laptop I started to transcribe.

"Then after today's lesson, I want you to survey, interview and provide epidemiological research in my next class."

She moved back around her desk and took a seat. Grabbing a remote from her desk she turned on the interactive screen at the back of the room.

"Discuss with your study partner, I will give you 15 minutes, when you come up with something relevant for discussion, come and write it on the board."

Ugh, Maggie isn't here.

The class falls into conversation and I look around for someone to join up with but can't see anyone else without a partner. I look up when I hear heels on the floor in front of me.

"Everything okay Miss Minnick?" Arizona asks playfully.

My palms start to sweat, fuck she makes me nervous.

"Maggie is ill today, she is my study partner," I explain, gesturing to the empty chair next to me.

She leant down in front of me, her palms flat on the desk, giving me an exceptional view of her lace encased breasts. I licked my lips at the sight, my eyes staring a moment too long and giving myself away. Her eyebrow raises and she bites down on her lip. My mind was overwhelmed by her scent, the same perfume I sprayed on myself only hours ago.

"You smell.. familiar," she smirked. "I would offer to be your temporary study partner, but I don't think I could sit next to you and keep my hands to myself, so you will have to work alone today, Miss Minnick."

She turned on her heels and sat back down behind her desk, her eyes on me as I squirmed in my seat.

I started to make notes on my laptop, trying to ignore the heat that was between my legs, when my phone buzzed.

Arizona.

When I looked up at her she was looking down at her desk, from where I was sitting it looked like she was reading through papers.

A: Why do you look so hot wearing my clothes.

She is going to kill me.

I ignore the text and continue making notes on my laptop. Buzz.

A: If I really wanted to distract you I would tell you what happened on my couch last night after I put you to bed.

My head jolted up to look at her, my mouth open, wetness pooling between my legs. This time, my gaze found hers. Her eyes were glistening, a smile on her lips. My hands started to type back, shaking a little from excitement, and arousal.

E: What? What happened?

A: Oh, I'm not sure I should tell you, Miss Minnick, you are supposed to be working hard for my class right now.

I shook my head, quickly typing a response, desperate for her to tell me. Just as I was about to send my message, another comes through from her.

A: Were you naked in my bed last night?

Time to play her at her own game.

E: Mhm. I was naked. I woke up so wet this morning too.

My eyes watched her once I had sent the message wanting to see her reactions. I saw her bite down hard on her lip as she looked at her phone and it only made me hornier.

A: Fuck, that's so sexy. I imagined you were naked in my bed last night, I had my legs spread out on the couch thinking about you.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I wanted her, I needed her right now. My head looked up to see if she was looking at me and her face looked how I felt. Her eyes were narrowed, her face flush, she looked like she was ready to eat me. And I was certainly ready to be eaten.

A: I was so wet at the thought of you. My fingers were rubbing on my clit, I was imagining they were your fingers, imagining you were between my thighs, your fingers sliding deep inside of me.

I couldn't breathe. My thighs clamped shut on my chair as I felt my pussy start to ache. I couldn't look up at her, if I did I might explode.

E: I was so desperate to touch you last night. When your hand was sliding up my thigh all I wanted to do was climb on top of you and ride your fingers until I came.

A: Fuck Eliza. Fuck that's so hot.

E: The way your nipples were pressing against your top, I wanted to wrap my lips around them, suck on your nipples as my fingers were fucking you deep.

E: I wish I was between your legs right now, hiding under your desk, your legs spread for me.

E: My tongue would be sliding up your inner thighs, dipping between your legs, your body would be grinding against my face.

"Okay, class that's been 15 minutes, who wants to come up to the board and write out your ideas?

A few people got up to write on the board, I found her gaze and she looked at me with a desire I have never seen before. All I wanted to do right now was drag her into her office and fuck her brains out, but we still had a whole class to get through and we both looked like we needed a cold shower. I focused my attention back on my laptop, attempting to regain any kind of composure when my phone buzzed again.

A: My place. Tonight.

Fuck. Oh, my. Was it finally going to happen? Fuck.