A/N: Just a short excerpt for all your patience and support.
Ritsu pushed the damp face towel against her head while small trickles of water slipped down her cheeks. This time around the campus was eerily quiet, the hallways void of the usual students that inhabited it during the day. The lamp posts flickered on all over the quad and the few people that still lingered within the school began making their way home. Ritsu readjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder and continued onward. Practice was tiring today and now all she wanted was to go home, cook a decent meal and lay on her bed.
She ran the towel through her hair one more time before hearing the sound of music from a distance. It had a familiar ring to it one that had her genuinely intrigued. Slowly, she followed the sound down the dimly lit hallway, up the stairs and stopped at a closed door. A small smile crept up her lips as she distinguished the bass melody from The Who's My Generation. Ritsu could tell only a bassist was present inside and figured she should be considerate enough to let them finish the song instead of barging in. So instead, she waited right by the door's wall and savored every beat, drumming in accompaniment with her hands.
It had been so long since she last played in the music room. College made it difficult to balance academics, after-school activities and her job. Laying down her hobbies was what she had to sacrifice to keep her grades up.
She closed her eyes and finished at the same time the bassist did. Although she had only imagined playing in her head, she was grateful to hear the sound of live music again. Ritsu let out a breath and heard the bassist begin packing up from the other end of the room. She was certain that she had to know the name of whomever they were.
Footsteps approached the doorway and Ritsu steeled herself for a proper introduction. When she faced the bassist to greet them, her heart skipped a beat and she was rendered speechless.
"Ritsu?" Ms. Akiyama asked first, equally surprised.
Ritsu said nothing and stared at her gorgeously stunning music theory teacher. She knew she played bass but she never got a chance to hear her perform until now.
"Mio? Wow, I didn't know that was you inside. You were great," Ritsu said. "On bass I mean. I didn't know you liked The Who."
"I thought no one was here." Ms. Akiyama tightened her grip on her guitar case. "I wasn't trying to catch anyone's attention."
"Well you certainly have mine now."
Ms. Akiyama took a step back and began walking away. Her high heels echoed across the polished linoleum floor. Ritsu followed behind her a few paces. She wondered what her teacher looked like while playing in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. She immediately regretted not taking a peak sooner.
"Mio-"
"It's Ms. Akiyama."
"Ms. Akiyama," Ritsu said stubbornly. "Can we talk?"
They arrived at her private office and Ms. Akiyama turned the knob and opened the door. Ritsu stepped in still waiting for an answer to her question. Mio's office was small with a standard sized desk and chair. The paperwork on top was filed and neatly organized as she had expected.
"We don't have anything to talk about." Ms. Akiyama said and set her guitar case down.
"Are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"
Ms. Akiyama stared at her, an attempt that seemed to pierce right through Ritsu. She breathed a sigh and tried to busy herself with something in the room to look preoccupied.
"Mio?"
Ritsu closed the door behind and locked it. She was used to being ignored and considered that getting her teacher's undivided attention would take a bit more doing. Ritsu released the duffle bag by the side gently, tossed the face towel along with it, and made her way across the room. Maybe words weren't exactly what they needed.
Her fingers traveled the expanse of the table over the folders of graded papers and music theory sheets. Ritsu couldn't help but imagine all the time and effort Ms. Akiyama had to put into her class lectures. A part of her felt guilty for taking it for granted.
Ritsu's fingers slipped past the boundaries of the desk, her hand falling limp by her side. Ms. Akiyama had her long raven hair tied up in a ponytail today, something Ritsu found utterly delightful from behind. She was careful with her next actions, treading with utmost caution before drawing close and planting one sweet kiss along the nape of her neck.
The papers in Ms. Akiyama's hand crumpled ever so slightly. Her shoulders tensed and she inhaled a sharp breath of air. Ritsu kissed her way up, stopping right along her earlobe and settled her hands on Ms. Akiyama's waistline.
"We don't have to talk but I don't want to stand around doing nothing either."
"R-Ritsu...don't."
"I can't help it."
Ritsu pressed another kiss between Ms. Akiyama's neck and shoulder. She was patient, but even she had her limits. It had been a few weeks since the last she stayed after class and indulged her secret trysts with Ms. Akiyama.
"You have a girlfriend."
"That's never stopped us before."
Ms. Akiyama turned around. She couldn't find it in herself to meet Ritsu's eyes. Dishonesty was one thing, but encouraging their secret relationship behind one of her students was another. Ms. Akiyama paused.
"I don't think I can do this anymore."
Ritsu eased the papers away from Ms. Akiyama's hand and placed them by the desk. There was a large part of herself that felt guilty for cheating behind Mugi's back. It would have been easier to break up with her, but she knew she couldn't - even if her feelings weren't as strong as they were for Mio.
"I love you," Ritsu said.
The words came out so easily Ritsu was bit surprised herself. She looked at her college professor who was beautiful, intelligent, and someone she greatly admired. Ritsu convinced herself she wouldn't hold back anymore, at least not tonight.
"I love the way you come into school twenty minutes early every day. You never miss a beat. I love how you're passionate about your career and I regret not paying enough attention in the lectures you put so much effort into."
"Ritsu..."
"I love how you know The Who and play their songs when you think no one's watching. I love the sound of your music and I really hope one day we can get a chance to play together." Ritsu took a deep breath. Her knuckles had gone white from her balled up fists. "I know what we have might be temporary, but my feelings aren't. I love you Mio, I love everything about you. And I know I probably sound silly and stupid for saying all of this but-"
Mio pressed her mouth hard against Ritsu's. Ritsu's fists finally loosened and she used both hands to pace the kiss between them. Her heart was racing so quickly she feared her knees would give in. They didn't. She was glad they didn't. Ritsu let out a shaky breath and kissed Mio back fervently. All of her pent up emotions welled up inside her chest threatening to burst.
Ritsu pushed Mio back against the desk. She kissed a path along Mio's neckline, slid her fingers along her waist and thighs. Her lips cracked into a roguish grin where they lingered gently on Mio's skin. She smelled heavenly, like honey and lavender, perhaps the scent from her shampoo or body wash. Ritsu rocked her hips slightly against Mio. She could feel herself unraveling, wanting and needing more from the older woman.
There was a pause for breath and in their heated haze Mio looked at Ritsu. Her eyes now shadowed with dark desire seemed to suck her in, inexplicably so. Mio opened her mouth but no words came to her. She felt a strange longing in her body, more so in her hips. She was never one to act on her impulses so brashly and it was taking all of her willpower to keep herself in check.
Mio took a fistful of Ritsu's t-shirt bringing her close enough to let their breaths linger between them. She wanted more, she craved it, desired it and she was certain Ritsu sensed as much. There were lines she dared not to cross, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder what if she did. It was unlikely of her to indulge such reckless thoughts.
"I really enjoy kissing you," Ritsu confessed with an uncharacteristic, sheepish smile.
"Then kiss me..."
Ritsu dipped her head and kissed a path down Mio's neck. The older girl tensed for a moment letting out a wanton sigh into her ear. It sent goosebumps along Ritsu's skin.
"Mio?"
"Where would this go?"
"I...I don't know."
Ritsu closed her eyes. It was a little white lie. If she was honest she could imagine a handful of possibilities on how this night could play out.
Mio rocked her hips against Ritsu's. Their faces moved across each other, their lips barely touching before pulling away.
"W-What's in your pants?" Mio asked, her voice bated and breathy.
"That's...um." Ritsu said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Tell me."
Mio's fingertips bordered the hem of Ritsu's black sweatpants. She was much more forward tonight and held an unusual air of authority in her demeanor.
"It's-It's complicated."
Mio slowly slipped her hand into Ritsu's pants. She felt her without permission but the younger girl did not protest. Mio touched her gently, feeling around her with the tips of her fingers. Ritsu flushed when Mio held her length for a brief moment.
"Ritsu..." Mio said as she caressed the side of her pupil's hip.
Ritsu couldn't find it in herself to look Mio in the eye. Out of all the women she'd been with her teacher was the only one she was unreasonably bashful towards.
"I...guess this explains a lot of things, like why you're so horny whenever we make out."
"The last I remember your panties were pretty wet too," Ritsu countered quickly.
Mio blushed at the truth in Ritsu's sentence but she refused to lose the conversation.
"Speaking of, I believe you have something of mine."
"I thought it was a memento. You know for the extra credit."
When Ritsu didn't give Mio an appropriate answer the older woman tightened her grip around her.
"Well, I believe I have something of yours now. You would be wise not to overstep your boundaries, Ritsu."
Ritsu stared at Mio wide-eyed. Her face flushed and her heart began racing laps throughout her chest. It was hard to believe Mio was the same person who berated her throughout class on a daily basis. She seemed more teacher-like now, stern and commanding. To be frank Ritsu found it rather hot.
"Y-Yes Ms. Akiyama."
Mio's eyes softened for a split second. Ritsu's obedient tone suddenly broke her character. She realized what she was doing and quickly removed her hand from the girl's pants.
"I-I think that's enough for tonight."
"Is it?" Ritsu asked. "Because I think I still have something you want, Ms. Akiyama."
Ritsu lifted her hand, dragged her fingertips between Mio's blouse ever so slowly. "You and I want the same thing."
"And what exactly is that?"
Ritsu stroked Mio's hair gently and whispered into her ear.
"To let go."
There was no sense of doubt or uncertainty in any of Ritsu's actions. She was assertive and knew exactly what she wanted. She was passionate with her kisses - all the more with her hands and body. Mio followed Ritsu's guidance without question. Despite her undeniable beauty and charm she had never been so keenly intimate with anyone before.
Her office was fairly old and the light bulbs overhead had slightly dimmed throughout the years. Still, Mio felt that the room was a little too bright to her liking. She reached for the small lamp beside her office desk and turned it off. In the darkness she could feel herself more aware of her surroundings and consequently, more aware of Ritsu.
She reached out for her and traced the subtle details of Ritsu's face. Mio thumbed the edge of her lips and couldn't help but press her own to them. She didn't realize just how much she missed Ritsu's presence, kissing her and holding her. No matter how stubborn and troublesome her young pupil might be, she'd already earned a place in her heart.
She skipped out of her underwear while Ritsu lowered her pants and wrapped one of her hands around herself. Mio couldn't see much in the darkness but she could feel Ritsu against her, equally desperate for their bodies to finally come together. She was so wet from the waiting that she had to bite back the words that threatened to spill from her lips. Ritsu pushed herself right against her folds, teased the hood of her clit with the tip of her head. Suddenly, she pulled at the younger girl's shirt crumpling it between her fist.
She was done waiting.
Mio pulled and Ritsu pushed into her, gently at first with a delicateness that she hadn't imagined. At first she felt nothing but heat, burning heat that traveled up and into her slowly. It consumed her, bit by bit until their bodies were completely joined. She closed her eyes and concentrated as Ritsu moved inside her - the penetration, the thickness of her spreading her over.
She felt everything.
Ritsu kissed her and she kissed back as if her life depended on it. Ritsu kissed her mouth, Mio kissed her tongue. She'd underestimated their passion and was soon overwhelmed by it. Ritsu raided her, plundered her and sundered her.
When it was over and she opened her eyes she was hunched over her table. Ritsu planted a soft kiss on the edge of her shoulder breaking her reverie. As she straightened herself out her body felt strange. There was a subtle ache in her muscles, a wetness between her hips that hadn't felt like that of her own.
She reached and drew two fingers between her legs.
Ritsu muttered a curse under her breath and it was all she needed to confirm her suspicions.
For a while she stood silent. She didn't know what she would do, what she should say. They were so caught in each other that they weren't thinking straight.
"Mio, I—"
Mio raised her hand so that Ritsu wouldn't say anymore. She hoped she wouldn't. She didn't.
"You should go home. It's late."
Mio didn't mean to sound cold and brash with her words but it didn't surprise her the slightest bit if she did. Right now she was a well of emotions. She wasn't sure which one seemed most prominent.
"Are you alright?" Ritsu asked. She was cautious, but she was also worried.
"I-I'll manage."
Ritsu rested a hand over Mio's shoulder and squeezed it gently. She whispered "I love you," into her ear and left without waiting for a response.
The room went quiet and Mio was all alone again. She held herself, crossed her arms over her chest and pondered. A thousand thoughts reeled in her head, her emotions in a frenzy. She clutched a hand over her heart which raced even after all that was said and done. There was a feeling she couldn't quite shake, a feeling that wasn't entirely uncomfortable.
"Is this love?"