I have to find a way out, but I'm getting swept up as well.
Realizing that they are both in danger, Isabelle resorts to biting her lip again. As soon as she bites hard enough for blood to drip again, she sets a hand on her shoulder that Professor Atkinson is holding. "You should get back to the front and go over the study guide. I'll meet you in your office after class."
"Yes, my goddess," he answers with a conflicted expression. My goddess? What the hell am I saying? Professor Atkinson interrogates with himself. He releases his grip on Isabelle while trying to figure out what's going on with his body and heads back to the front.
Meanwhile, Isabelle takes out a small pack of tissues she keeps in her bag and wipes the blood off of the side of her mouth. He almost seemed like he wasn't 100% under the trance like Alex was. Like he still had some control but not by much.
As she tries to piece together what just happened, she remembers what the God of Creation told her. "Some might take more tries than others according to the closeness of our relationship… huh…" she mumbles in disbelief. So because we have been in moderate contact for the past four years, I would say that we have a more than common closeness to each other in regards to student-teacher relations.
She watches her teacher act as if nothing just happened while he goes over the study guide. My eyes are fine which probably means that Professor Atkinson isn't reacting either. Since he isn't as close to me as Alex is but closer than normal students, he still has a strong urge but not strong enough to take over him completely. If it was, he wouldn't have just stopped at gripping my shoulder.
Isabelle continues to write on her notepad, but it isn't the key points that her professor is talking about. After a few minutes of placing her thoughts on paper, she looks over it again. Alex has been with me since I was like twelve, so nine years of constant contact while my powers were sealed have been bottling up in both of us. Professor Atkinson has been with me since I was eighteen, so three years of moderate contact have been growing in him.
Alex instantly jumped on me the following night after unsealing my powers with no rational thought behind his eyes after giving into his animal instincts while Professor Atkinson was able to hold back because he was probably wondering what was happening to him.
Finding her phone, Isabelle shoots a message to Alex about what just transpired. It doesn't take long for a reply to ding on Isabelle's phone, alerting the whole class. "Sorry, Professor Atkinson," she embarrassingly apologizes behind her hand.
"If it's that urgent that you had to leave your ringer on while in class, you can take it out in the hallway," the professor comments with a slight tone of annoyance as he points to the door.
"I'll be right back," Isabelle promises before rushing out of the small auditorium.
Quietly closing the door behind her, Isabelle steps off to the side and then pulls out her phone. She spots the message but sighs when she realizes that it wasn't Alex. However, as Isabelle begins her humiliating return into the classroom, her phone dings again, and this time, it's Alex.
[PROFESSOR ATKINSON IS A FUCKING ZODIAC ANIMAL???????]
"Seems about the message I was expecting," Isabelle chuckles.
Isabelle: Yeah, but it seems like he has more control over himself compared to you.
Alex: WTF DOES THAT MEAN???
Isabelle: He was able to stop himself from completely submitting to the animal instincts. He did say "my goddess" though, so it still holds some power over him.
Alex: Do you need me to come over? You know he doesn't really care when other people are in the auditorium as long as they aren't disruptive.
Gazing at her phone, she genuinely thinks about it. What if something happens between the two of them? I still don't know how to control these powers other than biting my lip to shock myself conscious, but what about those two? Alex still doesn't have any control over his instincts, so he might do something if their instincts clash.
Alex: Isa? You there? DON'T TELL ME HE GOT YOU?!
Isabelle laughs at her friend's worry.
Isabelle: Yeah, I'm still here. No, I think I should be okay. Since he's able to behave himself, I don't think I'm in any danger.
Alex: If you say so… but if you're in any danger, you call me up. Okay?
Isabelle: Yeah, yeah. I will.
There's a moment of pause which made Isabelle think that is the end of the conversation when she hears another ding.
Alex: It's weird thinking that you're gonna have to have sex with Professor Atkinson to awaken him or whatever.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Isabelle shouts which causes her voice to echo throughout the hallway. Not long after, the door to the auditorium opens, and the professor steps out.
"Is everything all right?" he asks, keeping a foot in the door to prop it open. "You shouldn't be shouting in the hallways. Especially not profanities"
"I'm sorry, Professor Atkinson," she gives in. Her mind floods with the image of her and the man in front of her doing something that sounds like it should be illegal. I was trying not to think about that part, but that duffus just had to go and say something.
"Will you be rejoining us for class, or do you need to be dismissed?"
Amidst the fluster of emotions, Isabelle's eyes start blurring again. She quickly turns away from the professor and shields her eyes with her hand. "I'll be right back. I'm just gonna go to the restroom real quick and then rejoin the class."
Without letting him answer, the goddess rushes off towards the restrooms, leaving her animal in the doorway.
"That's not very nice of you, my goddess," he says to himself before heading back into the classroom, smiling.
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With the class ending, Isabelle gathers her stuff and fixes them into her bag. She begins heading for the door, but as if by magic, Professor Atkinson appears in front of her. Isabelle doesn't dare look up at the man in fear of what he might say or do while there are still people in the auditorium.
"Will you still be meeting with me in my office?" he innocently asks like a real teacher. "We have to discuss the companies that scouted you."
She wants to refuse. Everything is telling her to refuse.
Impatient, the tall gentleman lifts Isabelle's chin so that her gaze meets his. "Are you going to answer me?"
"Yeah, of course!" she replies half-heartedly. This is probably a bad idea. No… this is a terrible idea! But still~ he has my future on his desk… I can't turn this down.
The professor smirks as if he has won something and walks towards his office in the back of the small auditorium. Isabelle follows skittishly as if bracing herself in case he decides to pounce.
The pair arrive inside the office, so the professor shuts the door behind her since the small auditorium is going to be used shortly by another class. Professor Atkinson takes his seat behind his desk while Isabelle takes her in front of it. After a bit of rummaging through a stake of mail on top of his laptop, the new animal holds up three envelopes. As he lowers them down in front of his goddess, his eyes expose more than his common nonchalant look. They are almost predator-like.
"Due to you having spent some time interning at their offices the past few semesters, it seems that you have been offered temporary-to-permanent positions with these companies contingent to you graduating this May."
Why do I feel all hot and tingly?
"They all have relayed that you do not need to rush your response since you still have some time. All they ask is that you think about it thoroughly and answer before graduation after taking a look at what they are offering you in exchange."
I can't stop looking at her… Why do I feel so attracted to this student?...
She can see it on his face. The professor's mind is having a battle within himself, but she can't do anything just yet. Slowly, Isabelle reaches over to grab the three envelopes when the professor quickly grabs her arm which takes her by surprise.
"What did you do to me?" he finally interrogates, pulling her across his desk closer to him. "Did you do something to me? Why do I feel strange when I look at you?" The professor's eyes start shining a golden brown hue compared to his normal dark brown color.
Finally seeing that she shouldn't prolong it any further, she takes advantage of how close they are and lightly kisses her professor's lips. "I didn't do anything to you. You're just finding out who you really are."
Professor Atkinson lets go of Isabelle's shirt and steps back, knocking into his bookshelf behind him. He covers his lips as if acting like she stole his first kiss and stares at her bewildered. "What do you mean by that? And why did you kiss me?!"
Isabelle gets off of the desk, adjusts her clothes, and walks over to her professor. This time, she looks up at him with eyes black as the night sky. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself why you want to kiss me?"
Shaking his head, the man tries to make some distance between him and the woman in front of him, but his small cluttered office makes it difficult to do so. "Why… why would a teacher want to kiss his student? Isn't that illegal?"
"Not really," she calmly responds, not moving from where she stands. "I am twenty-one. You are twenty-five. We are both adults. It's just in this building you and I are teacher and student. Outside, however, we are two adults with our own desires and interests."
Seeing the man not moving from his corner that he has dug himself into, Isabelle takes the envelopes off of the desk and starts heading out of the office. However, with incredible speed and silence, the professor ends up behind Isabelle and wraps his long arms around her. One around her waist and the other around her chest, lifting her head up to face his.
"I don't know what it is that you are doing to me, but I can't seem to resist this urge to hold you," the animal admits, lowering his head to hers. "I'm so going to get fired for this."
In one swift motion, Professor Atkinson passionately kisses Isabelle while also picking her up into his arms. He carries her over to his chair and sets her down on his lap as he sits in his chair. Still entranced by her lips, the animal searches his top desk drawer for a remote. When he finally finds it, with one click, all of the blinds close and the lights dim down.
"Setting the mood, I see?" Isabelle teases, toying with her professor's shirt buttons.
"Let's just say that I am too lazy to close up my office at night," the professor smugly says, gently leaning Isabelle over his desk. "But right now, I think I'm going to have an early lunch."