Author's Note: Thanks again for reading! Any errors, factual or grammatical, please let me know. Happy New Year's Eve!

Song: No Air, by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown

"Turn that crap off," he growled, reaching his hand towards the volume dial. She quickly slapped his hand off the dial and gave him a look.

"Let me indulge a little, I know you like wine and cake," she answered back before leaning back in her seat, humming again with the pop tune. Though he wanted to retort something back about this being his car and therefore he was in control of the music, he knew they'd only get into an argument and they'd end up slapping each other's hands back and forth across the car stereo. Like other times, he let her have her, in his opinion tasteless, song.

"Wine that's aged and gourmet cakes," he muttered under his breath, turning left onto his familiar street. They were coming back from another drive-in movie date, this time having watched the black and white "Phantom of the Opera". It was an enjoyable evening, with the two of them sneaking kisses in between the film. Normally he would have expected more outrageous behavior (their last stint almost got them kicked out of a theater for indecent behavior), but this time she had merely kept her kisses quick and swift, returning her eyes to the film playing and keeping her hands to the nachos shared between them. He wasn't sure if it was the nature of the movie, something that had happened before that he wasn't aware of, or just that this was a film that engrossed her more than he knew about.

As he turned into his driveway, he could still hear her humming along with the male singer as both singers began to solo and sing as they pleased, no longer singing the lyrics. The song was reaching its end.

When he finally pulled into his garage and the door closed behind him, the song slowly faded to an end. He looked over at her and noticed a change in her eyes.

"Why do you like this song?" he suddenly asked her without thinking. She turned towards him, noticing the hint of concern in his voice. She offered him a small smile and took his hand to hold it in her own.

"Did you hear what the two were singing about?" she asked him, looking him in his eyes.

"Truthfully, I was more thinking about the present path that both of their careers have taken. Is it something I should have payed attention to?" Normally he didn't concern himself with "hints" and "cues", as they were both pretty direct with each other for the most part. There were no guessing games between them, or having to figure out what the other was thinking. Being honest and straightforwardness was something they both prided themselves on, even if they were both a little too blunt sometimes.

"I mean I didn't specifically ask you to listen to the lyrics, but what they sing about is pretty generic, with sappy lyrics," she smiled, squeezing his hand. He looked down at his hands clasped in hers and then back at her eyes.

"I didn't take you for a pop-song person," he scoffed, and she instinctively narrowed her eyes at him.

"Like I said earlier, wine and cake. It may not be good for my ears but I'm not going to lie about the crappy music I like." She stuck her tongue out at him lightly, and her age showed for the fraction of a second. Sometimes he forgot that there was a ten year difference between them, but it was moments like this when he unwillingly remembered.

"Hey if you want crappy music I know some artists from the 70's I could introduce you to," he retorted, rolling his eyes. Of all the people she could listen to, Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks was something he considered even beneath her.

"Shush, I've seen your private Spotify playlists. Your cake is German chocolate from Ralph's," she teased, smiling wider when she saw his eyes suddenly lock with hers.

"That is private!" he cried out, worried at what she had seen.

"Now I know what CD's to get you for Christmas," she laughed, and though he always loved hearing her laugh, right now he was trying to control the blush creeping up his neck as he mentally ran through his "shower" playlist.

Noticing how flustered he was becoming, she leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his. Against his own will he closed his eyes and kissed her back, taking his hand from hers to press it against her cheek softly. He knew that it was her way of reassuring him of one of his many little secrets, and he was secretly grateful for that. He was beginning to feel warm when she pulled away gently, keeping his hand on her cheek. They opened their eyes and looked at one another, smiling at the foggy windows.

"We should go inside, we can't be in your car forever," she said, almost coyly as she gathered her purse and coat and opened the car door. He was left watching as she left the car and walked to the house door, unlocking it with the key he had given her. Suddenly realizing what she meant, he quickly took his keys, leaving his coat and other belongings in the car to catch up to her. He was a man of composure most of the time, especially in his classroom and with his students. But with her, he was almost anything but composed.

He slammed his car door and made his way quickly to the door where she suddenly pounced on him, attacking his neck with kisses. He let his head tip back before remembering to close the door behind him.

"Should we go to your "shower" playlist and start with some ABBA?" she teased. Before he could protest, he suddenly felt his knees go weak as she pressed her lips along his jaw.

"You…" he muttered, no longer capable of scowling as she undid the buttons on his white collar shirt. He brought her face up to his after she let his shirt fall to the floor and kissed her hard, vaguely remembering something about "living in a world with no air" or some nonsense.

He tangled his fingers into her thick black hair, pressing his lips against hers as he had so many times before. She sighed into the kiss and ran her fingers lightly down his back, leaving goosebumps on his skin. As she took his hand and led him to his bedroom, he took note of the curve of her waist under her red top and jeans. Her small bare feet, her sneakers having been shed long before they entered the hallway to his room, led the way against the navy carpet beneath them. The words "took my breath away" echoed in his mind as they entered his bedroom, and before she could move further he pulled her into his arms, holding her by the waist and tipping her back onto his bed.

He hoped that it would be a very long night.