Ami walked as silently and quickly as she could through the Biomed wing at the university. She was there after hours, and she didn't want him to hear her. She had been there late, finishing up a project in the lab. After all, she never stuck just to the lab work. She always took her research further. Even if there wasn't a next logical step, she researched a similar effect.

Her mother was one of the top doctors in Japan and Chief of Staff at the biggest hospital in Tokyo. She had a lot to live up to.

Once her mother's colleagues knew she was studying to be a doctor, they all said they expected extraordinary things from Saeko's daughter and that they would be watching her career. Her mother then would go on to tell her daughter was exceptional and that they should expect to work for Ami someday.

The pressure she felt was almost crippling.

She clutched her bag to her and slipped past his office. The plaque outside read Professor Midori, but in her head, she referred to him by his first name, Zoisite.

His door clicked open just as she made it past, and her heart rate sped up. The warm feeling in her chest she was trying to deny burst forth and heated her cheeks with a beautiful blush.

"Ami, working late again? Do you ever rest?"

She spun and faced her favorite Professor and her secret crush. His wavy Auburn hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail, and his piercing green eyes locked on her.

She forced herself not to stutter and said, "You know me. I have to be the best."

He frowned at her and leaned against his door frame. "No, you feel like you need to be the best."

"I don't even know what that means."

He straightened back up and leaned a bit forward as he said, "You think you need to prove yourself to everyone. Especially your mother."

She glared at him, and her crush on him was easy to look past now. "You don't know me!"

"I am you. I've lived this life you're having now. It culminates in success and emptiness. I know. This won't make your mother pay attention to you."

She poked her finger into his chest, not caring that he was a professor. "How dare you imply my mother doesn't love me! I don't have to earn her love."

"Then stop trying to!" he said as he took her finger in his hand and then closed his hand and enveloped hers. He held her hand gently as he said, "Trust me. You're amazing just as you are, and anyone who doesn't see that is a fool."

She yanked her hand from his and tried not to focus on the loss of warmth from his touch. She stared at him as tears pricked her eyes. What he said hit way too close to home for her.

She looked down, focusing on her feet, and firmly said, "You're wrong about my mother and especially me." She couldn't look him in the eye and let him see the lie there.

He wasn't fooled, but her obvious hurt and anger at him stopped him from going further. He couldn't stand the rift that he knew he thoughtlessly created between the two of them.

He hated that she didn't see her true worth. He wasn't an impetuous person, but for her, if she let him, he'd risk his whole career for her.

It hadn't taken long for him to notice her brilliance and whit in class. And shortly after that, he realized how much his whole being was aware of her. He quickly realized it was love.

The problem was she was his student. The one reassurance he had over his feelings was that it wouldn't cause him to go easy on her grading. Every Professor knew she got straight As, and she set the curve.

When she stomped away into the night, his heart sunk. Yet part of him admitted it was probably for the best. She was his student, after all.

Three weeks later, late one night, he found her crying behind the building hiding near the bushes. She was a wreck. Sobs wracked her body, and she was huddled in on herself.

"Ami…." he breathed out in shock when he saw her. "What happened?"

She spun and launched herself into his arms, and he pulled back behind the building into the blind spot of the camera system. He knew this one had been broken and wouldn't reveal him holding a student. She wept onto him, soaking an area on his shirt. All he could think about was making her smile.

He held her while she clung to him. He barely managed to stop himself from kissing her on the top of her head.

It took her a while, but she managed to calm down. Choking out a breath, she said, "You were right about me."

With sadness, he said, "And that made you cry?"

She shook her head. "No, my mother did. You were right. I'm trying to get her to pay attention to me."

As she pulled out of his arms and stepped back, she added, "And I failed."

"What happened?"

"She's going to be out of town for my birthday. We had plans, and she canceled. She's using the time off she took from the hospital to go on vacation with her new boyfriend now." His heart ached for her. She dried her cheeks roughly with her hands and took another step back. "I can't believe I cried all over you. I'm sorry."

His heart couldn't take her apologies. He knew better, but he fought back against her, dismissing what happened. "You found comfort in my arms, and you act like it was an accident?" She blushed so red he could make it out in the dim light of the night.

"I shouldn't have. It's… embarrassing."

"Why?" he pressed.

"You're my Professor! I shouldn't… need…."

The word need did him in. The idea that she could need him was all he could hear ringing in his head.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in his embrace. "What do you need, Ami?" He held her tightly to his chest, hoping that he wasn't making a huge mistake.

She melted into his arms and wrapped hers around him. "You're my professor."

"It's not like you could get better grades from me, and we're both clever. We could hide this."

She stepped back quickly, and he released her and felt his heart drop out of his chest. The rejection was crippling. That was until she whispered an address and said, "I live alone." His eyes flew wide, and she said, "We can't talk here."

Fifteen minutes later, he knocked on her door, and she let him in quickly. No one had seen him, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized.

To his relief, the moment the door locked behind him, she was kissing him. He spun her and pressed her against the door, boxing her in with his body and kissing her passionately. She was like a tidal wave under his touch. The rolling emotion kept cresting higher and higher.

He held her pressed to the door and pulled back slightly so their breath still mingled. As he looked into her eyes, he whispered, "Whatever I can do to be with you, I will."

She nibbled his bottom lip and said, "Then don't stop. I want you."

Her desire for her Professor hadn't diminished as the weeks had gone on. Not after that confrontation in the hall. The one where he proved that he was the only one she knew who really got her. Even if she fiercely denied it.

He moved his hands and ran them down her arms, laced their fingers together, and pinned her arms above her head. He then rocked his hard cock against her core, and he heard her moan sensually. "I want you too. But that can't be all this is. I'm not risking my career for a hot fuck. I'm… I'm in love with you, and you're either all in, or I'm out."

"You're the only one who knows me. With you, I feel seen and good enough. I can't lose this; I'm all in this with you."

It wasn't a confession of love, but he didn't expect one. He knew she would struggle with those words in their relationship based on her past. She was worth being patient for. She was being as vulnerable as she could now, and he appreciated that.

He kept her arms pinned above her head, and he started kissing her neck, making her sigh out sensually. As he did, against her skin, he said, "Music to my ears. Your sweet noises are intoxicating. I'm so glad you're with me in this."

"This is naughty, isn't it?"

He pulled back in an attempt to reassure her and saw the heat burning in her eyes. "Huh?" trailed off on his lips.

She tipped her head back and rocked her core against his cock. "Naughty. I'm so naughty to be like this with my Professor." She then rocked against his cock again.

His eyebrows shot up as the words, "Oh hell yeah," slipped from his lips. He then nipped at her exposed neck and ground his cock against her. "You're such a naughty girl. I'm going to spend the night teaching you a lesson."

She moaned out, "What's the lesson?"

"How naughty girls are punished. My punishment rod is huge."

"And you're going to use it on me?"

"Over and over again," he promised.

He then paused and said, "I'm reading this right, aren't I? Tell me this is making you as hot as it is me."

"So right," she promised.

He pulled back and spun them both. He was walking her away from the door with her back now pressed to his chest and his hands on her breasts. "Your boobs are fucking torture! Do you know how much I suffered in class? You sit in the front row in a tight, low-cut shirt, and all I wanted to do was suck a mark on your boobs." He then moved and pinched her nipples. "And these, poking out when the air conditioning was on. Damn, I love those days. You're so naughty."

She moaned out as he played with her nipples and said, "If I knew, I would have worn a lower cut top and no bra."

"You would, wouldn't you? You would just love to torture me."

"I want you to burn for me the way I did for you. What you didn't know was that my panties were wet."

He groaned with desire and pulled down her shirt, exposing her right breast completely. "Your boobs are so big." He then flicked her nipple, "And your tits are perky."

She leaned her head back and moaned out. "Yes, that feels so good."

"I can tell you enjoy that. Tonight I'm going to show you just how good it can be between us."

"I'm expecting a wild ride."

"You're even better than I imagined, Ami. I never expected this out of you. You're more than I hoped for."

She smiled and said, "Then keep it up." She teased and moaned under his touch.

He rocked his hard cock against her ass. "I'm up, alright."

He slid the hand that wasn't teasing her bare breast down to her smooth bare leg and pulled up her skirt, exposing her blue lace panties. He then slid a finger underneath them and through her folds. "You're dripping wet. Are you like this in my class? Have you been this wet while I give my lecture?"

"Yes!" she moaned in admission and from the pleasure she was experiencing.

He tapped her clits as he said, "You are a naughty girl. What will I do with you?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her panties to the side and slid one finger deep into her as he pinched her nipple. "Never mind. I have a fabulous idea." He then thumbed her clit. "Naughty girls get fingered by their professor." He then added a second finger stretching her more. "Aren't you tight?"

"I'm…. I'm a virgin. Please don't let that stop-"

He cut her off by flicking her clit, making her gasp in pleasure. "The only way I'll stop is if you tell me to. I'm surprised, only because of how bold you are."

"I promised myself if I ever got to be with you, I wouldn't hold back."

He scissored his fingers inside of her. She arched her back and moaned out loudly. He whispered into her ear. "You're perfect, and I'm going to relish entering your sweet pussy and making you mine. I'll be good to you and take good care of you. I'll play rough now, but I'll be so tender once we get to sex."

She whimpered, "You're going to make me… thank you, that's so sweet."

And he knew she couldn't say those words. It didn't faze him, actions spoke louder than words, and he just needed her heart, not for her to voice her feelings. As long as he had her, then words meant nothing. Not until she could freely give them, and then they would mean everything.

"I'll make you alright. But now, I'm going to make your orgasm —repeatedly."

He spent the weekend at her place, amazed at how free with him she was from the onset. She was a temptress in the body of a virgin. He had wanted to take it slow with her, yet she was the one coming up with the ideas they could try sexually. He was more than happy to follow her lead, especially when it was so satisfying. He loved how through that she was with everything. She spent a long time perfecting giving him a blowjob, and it had been perfect to him from the onset. He refused to fuss about her desire for careful study. After all, any time he spent with his cock in her mouth was more than a win for him. Plus, he returned the favor enthusiastically, sucking in her pussy and making her weak with pleasure. He devoted a lot of time to having his head between her thighs.

He also discovered that she loved the water, and they had sex in the shower multiple times. In fact, despite his better judgment, he had sex in the shower Monday morning before leaving to go home to change for class. A class she was in.

A class that the little minx wore her hair wet to for the first time. Hair that he had just washed for her as she sucked his cock on her knees. When he saw her, all he could think about was how good she was at giving head.

That wasn't the only sweet torture she had in store for Zoisite. As much as she had threatened to wear a low-cut blouse and no bra, that was not the torture for him that she had come up with for today. Today she was dressed so primly that she even wore her glasses instead of her contacts. That fact, coupled with the hickey he knew decorated her inner thigh, drove him crazy.

Fifteen minutes into class, she gazed right at him and bit her bottom lip, and he almost groaned. He was relieved that he knew the lecture by heart and didn't skip a beat. He was proving to her he could play this game and take her taunting and not get caught. He knew she liked the idea of outsmarting everyone.

Still, he was lecturing strictly from behind the podium by the end of class. Not all of his body was able to keep the secret, and he was incredibly hard and aching for her. He knew he wasn't only in love. He was addicted. And the whole thing was the sweetest torture he could imagine.

That afternoon, she showed up at his place with oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat covering her distinctive blue hair. She was still wearing her prim outfit. He couldn't wait to pull it off her and fuck her hard.

"Listening to your lecture today in class was so hot! Your voice is so authoritative when you talk about a topic you know a lot about. I need you to use your Professor's voice on me." As she said that, she was walking toward him and slowly unbuttoning her shirt.

When she got to him, he reached up under her pencil skirt to find she wasn't wearing panties. "Tell me you weren't like this in class."

She gave him a self-satisfied smile. "Of course I was."

He groaned, "If I had known…" he began teasing her clit. "Talk about torture."

He then pulled her skirt up to around her waist, exposing her bare pussy. "You'll pay for what you did today. Wet hair? All I could think about was washing you and…."

"And cuming down my throat?"

"Yes."

He then smirked, "Today's lecture is on the female anatomy. I'm going to have to be very thorough and hands-on with this topic."

She smiled at him and moaned. "You know I'll hang on your every word."

"What I need from you, sexy, is for you to lay on my bed and spread your legs. Be naked. This will take a while."

A few weeks later, late one night, he said, "I want you to meet my friends." He said to her as he caressed her bare breasts. "You'll love Usagi. We all do."

He leaned over her as he grabbed both breasts and registered her facial expression. "Don't be jealous. She made our group. Her soulmate is Mamoru. She calls us all the Momo-ites, me, and the other guys. She's the reason we all know each other. I thought I could never have a love like theirs until I met you."

She rolled over and kissed him hard. "I'm closer."

That was their code for 'I'm falling in love.' He knew she would fight it. Especially when he found out about her asshole of a father. He later found the man and barely resisted kicking his ass.

"You know what I keep saying, no pressure."

Ami lay on his bed naked and happy. They had dated for four months, and he was right. She loved his friends, especially Usagi. For the first time in her life, she had the love of a best friend.

He caressed her bare stomach and said, "I took another job. It's a cancer research position. I finish out the school year and then start two weeks later."

"Uuuh…"

"Zero pressure. I considered taking it before I met you."

"And giving up tenure?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes. I won't lie. You tipped the scale, but I'm going to be making a lot more money and doing crucial work. Just know that there isn't any pressure to stay with me….."

She rolled on her side towards him and looked into his eyes. "Even I can't lie that well."

He grasped her bare hip and pulled her towards him. "I would never press."

"But you're a genius, like me. You have to have realized…."

"...That is all on your timing."

She looked at him in frustration. "Surely you know I love you."

He immediately pressed her to her back and looked into her eyes. "Yes. But hearing it… It is the biggest gift you could give me. I adore you, my water nymph."

After the school year ended, they took his two-week vacation together. They didn't go anywhere fancy; they got a nice hotel room and spent the weeks eating out and naked in their rooms. He was proud to show her off and be able to take her out in public. That was when he wasn't buried deep inside of her, reveling in their love.