Penname: BellsNWhistles/DDofEve/BellsNWhistles4Edward
Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: derivative
Rating/Warning(s): M
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Word Prompt: Rapport

In order to create a beneficial rapport with one's teacher, it is essential to attend said teacher's class regularly. Why Isabella was having trouble with this was a complete mystery to Edward. He had the distinct privilege of being Isabella Swan's English 101 professor. She handed in each assignment on time (at the end of class) and was successful in her completion of each task dealt. She had the brains, not to mention the beauty, why could she not attend the class? The girl had been either late or absent from each class the entire semester. It wasn't as if she couldn't do the work. She was so pretty to look at, too. Catching his eye the very first day, with her shiny waist length hair he wondered if he shouldn't have passed this annoying class onto James after all saving himself a bit of physical torment. Now he could do no such thing. He was determined to get to the bottom of this most mysterious conundrum that was Isabella Swan.

Bella, on the other hand, couldn't do it. She could not make herself sit through a lecture with Professor Masen and learn anything. His voice lulled her...body...into a deep sense of dissatisfaction, to put it mildly. The man was a male siren of desire, the complete antithesis of what she expected from a teacher with a name like Edward A. Masen.

Sure she was going to be lulled to sleep, doomed to disdain her English major from the very start, imagine the surprise she received as he walked into the room the very first day of classes with his light eyes, amber-colored camel hair blazer, starched white shirt and red tie, wingtips and a wonderful curtain of silky brown hair, brushing his chin. Ahh yes, the chin with the perfect dotted cleft. It made her palms sweat from restraining the action of poking her finger nail, or rather, her tongue, because if she was honest with herself, she wanted to run her tongue all over, up, down and all around on Mr. Masen's chin, dipping the tip into the well of handsome that was that cleft. It was like two butt cheeks pushed together and mounted on the bottom of his face. Then there was the closely cropped facial hair signifying that he was a fully developed man, at the point in his life that one might consider the prime. The burn that non-beard would be able to create made her want to weep with anticipation. She made a decision that she would be in class tomorrow and completely ignore the beautiful distraction that was Professor Masen.

She wondered how old he was. Would he be single? These thoughts were not helping her situation. He did not have a ring on his finger signifying a significant relationship, but she could not imagine such a man as this being without some sort of distraction. Speaking of distraction, she really needed to get in there and hand this paper in so she could get credit and wondered how much longer he would lecture before calling it a day.

Bella did not want to admit this to her supposed peers, but she was actually five years older than all of them. While they were graduating from high school, she spent the last four of them working in a village in Haiti with orphaned children. It was difficult to admit her age but then again she hid it well by the clothes she wore and the way she held on to her youthful visage. So she didn't have to answer many questions. She wondered the differences in age between her and Edward. She also wondered if she would ever be able to sit in the same room with him and not have these unwelcome desires.

As she turned in her English homework, quickly trying to slip in amongst the rest of class and hoping to remain unseen, the hair on the back of her neck tingled and lifted. Shit, Mr. Masen was coming over toward her. Hoping he hadn't spied her yet, she flung the paper on the desk and turned to dart away.

"Ms. Swan, may I speak with you for a moment?" Edward called quickly, hoping she would hear over the din of exiting students because he wanted a good look at her today, dammit. She could at least make up for the crappy hand he'd been dealt that was this class.

Hesitating, she knew she had been caught.

Turning to look at her professor, she was once again struck with how perfectly and classically handsome he was. At least over six feet tall, he towered over her, making her feel dainty and secure in his presence. He loved looking down on her and watched with pleasure as her cocoa eyes widened as she watched him walk toward her. He wondered what it would feel like to make her sigh his name in ecstasy. Would she respond when her earlobe was tickled with the tip of his nose? He thought of running his hands down that curtain of dark hair, ending at the crack in her backside. He thought of tucking his middle finger into it, under her soft cotton panties. She was turned only halfway toward him now and he could see the lift in flesh and the curve as it met her thigh. So gracefully proportioned. He never thought of himself as an ass man, but this girl did something to him.

Chastising himself for thinking of a student in this way, he cleared his throat and called, "Ms. Swan, so glad you could join our class, even if it was only to turn in your assignment once again." And cue the blush on her alabaster skin; she was so perfect to him.

What should she say? That his beauty astonished and distracted her the point that she have to leave the building and take out stock in Great Pleasures because one sex toy was never enough to satisfy the longing he created? She tried to wipe the smirk off her face as he approached and stood far too close to her. He really should back away of he didn't want to be attacked in broad daylight. Being in Haiti had not helped matters much. She had been celibate for two years now, the last time she was intimate was with a friend in Haiti who left on short notice, taking her FWB with him.

Aside from looks, what was it about this man that made her want to jump his bones?