I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to post, I'm not particularly proud of that. But a lot of shit just happened all at once and I couldn't screw my head on long enough to write a decent chapter. But I hope the chapter makes up for it lovelies, even though it's kinda short :S
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The term was coming to a close and after Mr Hotchner told her to leave his room that afternoon, Emily had made no effort to contact him. She sat in class, moved to the back, and ignored her teacher while her English teacher ignored her. He never checked up on how she was going with her essay. Emily found herself a little disappointed by it, wanting an excuse to talk to her teacher, but also not wanting to be the one who made the first move. She knew what had happened, the incident shouldn't have happened, but since his hot lips had touched hers, it's all she's been able to think about. His lips and his hands and his entire being and how she wanted his lips on her again and again and again and…

Emily blinked a few times, bringing herself back to the present. Lunch was especially boring, but there was an excited buzz in the air. It was the last day of term, there was only one more lesson to go till the holidays, and it was a double period of English. Emily just felt dread. A sinking feeling in her gut which had Emily paranoid that she'd throw up before the class even started. It happened before any English class now. Not because she was scared of her teacher, but because every time she tried to catch his eye he simply looked past her, like she was invisible, like an empty seat in his classroom.

It crushed her.

She figured he was doing it because he was trying to be 'responsible', but that didn't make anything easier to deal with. If anything, she was pissed off that he was just ignoring everything hoping that it would all go away if he closed his eyes and wished hard enough on a star.

"Child." She muttered under her breath.

"Huh?" Spencer asked next to her, looking up from his Advanced II: Differentiation and Quadratics book he borrow from the library for, quoting the newly turned 16 year old, 'something to pass the time'.

"Nothing, just thinking aloud." Emily smiled in what she hoped was a convincing way before she returned to her musings. She didn't have much time to over analyse and re-think every moment of that afternoon with Mr Hotchner because the bell rang signalling the end of lunch and Emily felt her heart drop into her stomach and the nauseousness increased ten-fold.

The lesson was terrible. There was no other way to describe it. The year 12 class had walked in hoping for a fairly easy going last lesson of term but Mr Hotchner was in a revolting mood, calling out every flaw and mistake he saw in the students' essays and just being a damn jerk. He stalked the classroom like a beady eyed hawk circling over a group of mice, targeting his next prey.

"Emily." His cold voice barked. A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of her name on his lips, dark and pissed. He had been pacing the back of the room and Emily figured her time was coming. No one dared turned their heads to watch the next student crumble under their teacher's scrutiny, instead keeping their eyes down on their own work. "How have you progressed with your essay? You didn't exactly have much done last time we…chatted." Emily thanked whatever God was up there that the students were too scared to turn around because her cheeks were burning a fiery red.

"I've done quite a bit actually." She responded with far more confidence than she actually felt. She lifted her dark eyes to challenge her teacher with an eyebrow raise. "You gave me some fairly good advice after school." Emily saw the hesitation flicker in his eyes for but a fraction of a second before his face returned to its signature stony expression. He put his hand out and Emily handed him her three page second draft of her essay. There was silence for a few minutes while he read, Emily keeping her eyes on his face, and Mr Hotchner's eyes racing so quickly through the paper Emily wondered if he was even reading it at all. He looked back at Emily and handed her draft back and started walking back to the front of the classroom.

"See me after school, Emily. Some serious corrections need to be made to that paper." And those were the last words he spoke to her all lesson.

Emily read thoroughly through her draft two, three, four times, analysing it and trying to figure out what could be so terrible about it that he needed to make 'serious corrections'.

The lesson dragged on, Emily's anxiety bubbled up as she played with her fingers and Mr Hotchner hardly spoke another word to the class, sitting in his chair at his desk reading through some papers and marking. Emily felt a buzz in her pocked and fished out her phone to check the message before her teacher saw her on it.

Wooow…looks like someone needs to get laid ;)

Emily almost laughed. Almost.

Pen, that's disgusting haha that's our teacher!

Honey you love it. But seriously, what's stuck up his gorgeously toned ass this lesson? Emily shrugged at the message, but then realised Penelope couldn't see her shrug at the back of the classroom.

Dunno. Hope he sorts it out though. I don't particularly like the idea of him lashing out his anger on me after school.. :/

You want us to wait?

Nah, you guys head up to Morgan's. Who knows how long I will be. Plus I need to head home after school anyway, I'll meet you there.

Sure thing sweetie xx

Emily didn't reply, instead tucking her phone back in her pocket and anxiously stared at the clock as the seconds ticked by, waiting, waiting, waiting for the bell to ring and for her fate to be delivered.

'Good luck!' JJ mouthed leaving the classroom. JJ, Morgan, Spencer and Penelope had procrastinated as much as possible gathering their belongings when the bell rang, with Mr Hotchner glaring at them until he finally barked at them to leave. As they hurried out of the doorway and into the sea of school children making their way to the first afternoon of holidays, JJ cast one final glance at her friend before Mr Hotchner closed the door.

There was silence. To the point where Emily thought her teacher could hear her thudding heartbeat. She was nervous and excited all at once and it was wreaking havoc on her nervous system. She was nervous because Mr Hotchner had obviously been in a pissed mood all lesson, probably all day. Emily couldn't help thinking about Penelope's comment about him needed to get laid, but brushed it aside. Her insides were bubbling, because while she was nervous, there was a giddiness in her that wouldn't settle because the two of them both knew what had happened the last time they were alone in a room together and Emily felt a blush wash over her cheeks.

Her teacher was silent, walking along the side of the classroom and closing the blinds one by one. He didn't meet her eye as he walked over to lock the door. Emily couldn't hold her tongue much longer.

"Okay, Sir. I get it, completely. I know why you're mad and it's not about the essay so don't bullshit me." Emily saw her teacher's back tense when she swore and the thought that maybe she should restrain the swearing but she wasn't sure she could control it. "It is just as much my fault what happened the other week as it is yours. Not that I'm placing blame. Shit, I'm not even in the neighbourhood of Placing Blame. But I am currently staying at a hotel in the city of What The Fuck Is Going On." Her teacher continued to face the locked door, not turning around to meet her eye and it frustrated Emily to no end. "Really? You pull me back after school to just stand at the door and not even look at me? Is this just some sort of game to you, Sir? Because if it is I'm not having any fun." There was a lengthy pause and neither spoke. Emily was waiting for her teacher to say something but of course he didn't. Sighing, Emily look a step forwards and felt her anger boil down to a simmer and rubbed her palms together. "Look, I'm sorry." She said in a quieter voice, taking another step forwards. She was about a metre away from her teacher now, but she didn't want to push him any more than she had. "I can tell you regret what happened, and that's fine, I get it. It was inappropriate, and it shouldn't have happened. Just forget it ever happened." Emily sighed and watched as her teacher's tightened back muscles loosened at her words. "Not that I'll be able to. I've been thinking about that kiss ever since it happened. Not in a bad way," Emily said quickly, "I've just been thinking about how badly I want it to happen again."

She didn't even have time to be shocked at her own words when she felt two strong hands cup her face and lips pressed urgently against hers. Emily couldn't even gasp, not that she wanted to. She didn't want to break away, instead melting into the kiss as her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling herself in closer, her hands running over the smooth muscles of his back.

She moaned quietly when his tongue ran on the underside of her upper lip and she granted him access almost immediately, loving the feel as his gentle, but dominant tongue battled her own. His fingers knotted in her hair and Emily fisted the back of his suit jacket and they kissed like that until her teacher turned her and backed her against the door and gently pulled away from the kiss, his eyes alight and slightly out of breath.

"Jesus I've wanted to do that ever since I first had a taste of you." He rumbled softly against her neck, his lips trailing a smooth line across her jaw. Emily gasped and tilted her head further back. "Every lesson I see your gorgeous face and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to kiss you again right there in the middle of the classroom." Emily's brain was in overdrive, trying to process his words and not be distracted by his wondering lips at the same time. It was proving to be very difficult. "I wanted to tell you today that I was going to hand in my resignation. I figured you were uncomfortable around me, disgusted. I didn't want you to get in any trouble so I was just going to walk away." His light stubble tickled her cheek as he kissed the little spot under her ear which practically made her purr. "But hearing you say that you wanted it to happen again…I just couldn't help myself." He whispered in her ear, lightly biting her earlobe at the end.

"Sir…" Emily whispered, not knowing what else to say. Everything she thought she knew about her teacher had been shattered and re-formed into this…this…dark, sexy creature which couldn't seem to get enough of her. Emily felt his body shiver against her own when she spoke, and she was fairly certain it wasn't a shiver of disgust.

"As much as I love hearing you call me 'Sir' like that, I'd prefer you call me Aaron." He pulled back and smirked. Emily raised her eyebrows. I could get used to that.

"Okay, Aaron." She purred, winking, but then her face turning serious. "You don't need to resign." Aaron took a step back, but his hand had somehow captured her own.

"Yes I do, Emily." He said. "If we get caught like this…" He trailed off, looking at her hand and then dropping it lightly. Emily, with her forefinger, tilted Aaron's chin upwards forcing him to meet her eye, smirking.

"Exactly." She said wickedly. "If."