A/N: It has been pretty difficult writing this give my young age and the fact that english is not my home language. But I hope that you enjoy this, and please rewiev!
He left home righ after the incident. He got into his car, and started driving his usual route home. Driving proved to be extremely difficult, because his mind was drifting and his hands were lightly shaking. He wondered if would be capable to pursue this relationship with the young student. He had a pretty good conscience. So what if happen if he decided to act on his needs? What would eventually happen, when she graduates? Will Owen still be stuck in his unhappy marriage? Or what if Emma found out?
No. He couldn't do that. He can't let his libido control his life. After all, he had spend so many hours in school himself to become a college professor. If the school board found out, he would be fired, and it could be very hard to find another job. He couldn't risk his career, or his marriage.
Although his relationship with Emma was not great, he still didn't want to hurt her. She deserved more than to be cheated on.
He was finally home. After the long day he had, he just wanted to take a shower, grab some food and maybe watch some TV. Or take a nap. He opened the front door to the huge mediterranean house he had inherited from his granddad.
" Honey, I'm home!" He shouted, although the house seemed empty.
He walked into their huge bedroom after dropping his briefcase to his study. He took off his jacket, shoes and socks, and took them to their huge walk-in closet. Standing in the closet, he started to unbutton his shirt. That was when he heard small footsteps behind him. Emmas hands reached around his waist to unbuckle his belt. At the same time she softly kissed the back of his neck.
" Darling I missed you", Emma said in-between the kisses she placed on his back.
Owen grabbed her wrists from his belt and turned around.
" We can't right now. I'm really tired and I was about to get into the shower", he said.
" Okay then, I'll come with you. I love doing it in the shower", she replied with a wink.
" I'm sorry honey, I just don't want to have sex right now. I'm not in the mood."
Of course he was on the mood. She just didn't want it with Emma.
" Owen we haven't had sex in weeks! You're always tired, or it's late, or you have so much work to do. Is something bothering you? I thought men were always in the mood."
" I'm gonna get in the shower now", he replied and gave left a light peck on her forehead before leaving her to pout in the closet.
The whole weekend was like this. She was constantly trying to seduce him, but all she heard were excuses. She was getting really tired of this. She had needs too, didn't he see that?
On monday, he felt blessed since Cristina wasn't in any of his classes. But this didn't mean that he didn't see her, he most certainly did. She looked amazing, as ever. She wore a very short, revealing light blue top , extremely skinny black jeans and high stiletto heels. She walked towards him in the hallway, giving him the smile.
" Good morning professor Hunt", she said and lightly touched his shoulder as she passed by.
He hated this. He hadn't had sex in weeks, and now this young, beautiful student was all over him. He could see it; he'd take take her hand into his, take her to his office. Then he'd rip away those small clothes she wore, but he'd leave the stiletto heels. He would take her on his mahogany desk. It would be rough and full of passion, fulfilling both of their needs.
On tuesday, he hoped that she'd be absent, so he wouldn't have to deal with her. But being the straight A student she was, she showed up on time. And to make things worse, she sat in the front row this time. She stared at him lovingly for the 90 minutes the class lasted. He hoped that no one else wold would notice the glances he gave her every 5 minutes.
90 minutes ran out pretty quickly, and soon the class was dismissed. Everyone else left the room in a jiffy, except for her. He didn't first even notice that she was still sitting in the front row seat, since he was going through some papers, his back to the class. He noticed her, when he was about to glance the clock on the wall.
"Cristina, what are you still doing here?" He asked.
"Have you thought about it?" She fired back.
"Have I thought about what?" He asked, looking very confused. He was not sure what she was talking about.
"About us." She replied with a shy smile.
"No. No Cristina. I haven't. I'm married and I have a nice job that I would like to hold on to."
"Oh come on. You're seriously telling me that you haven't imagined me naked and spread out on your desk." She got up from her seat and came closer to him.
'Oh my god. It's like she's reading my mind.' Owen thought.
She took his hand and brought it closer to her mouth. She took his index finger in her mouth, and started sucking on it slowly, while staring at him in his eyes.
After a quiet two minutes of sucking his finger, she left. He was left dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that all of this was actually happening.
On wednesday he saw her at the school cafeteria. He tried to focus on eating his sandwich, but he had a perfect view of her from his table. Their eyes met across the room. This felt great, because it was forbidden, dirty and inappropriate. After a moment she ripped her eyes away from his gorgeous professor. He saw her gaze returning into her phone and he couldn't help but to feel a bit disappointed.
After 5 minutes he felt his phone buzzing. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone. 'Oh I got a text', he thought. 'I don't have this number in my contacts so who can it be?'. He unlocked his phone to look at the message. "I'm not wearing any panties ;)", it said. Owen glanced up and saw her smirking at him.
"You need to stop doing this." He replied. "And where did you get my number?" He continued.
He could see Cristina typing back.
"I did a background check on you."
"Stalkerish." He replied.
She giggled. "Just wanted to know more about the man who is making my panties so wet."
"I thought you weren't wearing any."
"I'm not. Wanna check?"
He didn't know if he should reply, because he desperately wanted to say yes, but he couldn't. He liked this short conversation through their phones, it turned him on. His phone returned to his pocket as he rolled his eyes.
On thursday she was in one of his classes. This time she wasn't alone. Troy, the football team quarterback had his hand wrapped around her. They sat down on the back. Cristina was enjoying Owens angry facial expressions. It looked like he was jealous. So she tried to flirt with Troy as much as she could.
During the class she distracted him from his work. She was whispering things to Troys ear and she was giggling to his jokes. When the class was over, he tried to get out of there as quickly as possible, but he couldn't help but to notice their heavy makeout-session in the back of the class. It made his blood boil. He was furious. He knew se was doing this to torture, to tease him. He knew she should stop, because she was playing with fire.
It was finally friday. He left right after their afternoon class and returned to his office. He was sitting behind his desk, going through his emails when he heard a knock on the door.
"Yes, come on in." He shouted to whoever was on the other side of the door.
Cristina stepped in with a take-away coffee.
'Oh god can't she just stop?' He thought. "Yes Cristina, what do you want?"
"You." She replied with a smirk and sat down on the couch in his office after locking the door.
"I thought you had a boyfriend."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because of the makeout session, the giggling and the whispering in my class with who was it? Troy?"
"Oh come on. Troy and I are just friends." She got up, but then she swayed, causing her coffee to spill on her low cut sweater. "Ohh fuck." She said and tried to wipe it off.
He got up from his chair and crossed the room to where se was cursing and have her some paper.
"This is not going to get off." She said and started peeling the sweater off. "Oh well."
She had a white top beneath it but he could clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He stared at the curve of her breasts.
"Cristina. Please put your shirt back on." He said, his gaze still on her breasts.
"Why? Is this turning you on, professor Hunt?" She stepped closer. "Am I turning you on?" She said cupping her breasts and tracing her nipples.
Owen was dumbfounded. He didn't know how to reply. Of course she was, but he couldn't admit it.
"What do you want me do do?" Cristina said, placing one hand on his chest.
He couldn't hold back anymore. He had to say exactly what he wanted. And he did:
"Drop your pants Cristina."
