Don't....

Don't....
The rain seemed almost furious, it drummed on the roof of the car relentlessly, but it was pretty much nothing compared to the storm brewing into him. The professor's knuckles were bone-white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel as he drove through the storm determined to drop Yaren off and get her off his mind.

He knew it was dangerous to be driving in such a condition, but what was more dangerous was how much she affected him. He was rock-hard from just thinking about how she'd looked kneeling by the shelf, from thinking about her legs and how shapely her ass was when she bent over.

The fact that he couldn't control his thoughts was exactly why he needed to drop her off before things got out of hand. But then, she knew what she was doing, didn't she? She was playing with him, deliberately doing things to get his attention and seduce him, but he wouldn't let himself fall for it.

Rain continued to poir down heavily and the windscreen wipers worked tiredlessly, but there was only so much they could do against the relentless rain. He knew he had to pull over because he could barely see now, and he didn't want to get into an accident in spite of how chaotic his mind was at the moment.

He saw a famikiar turn ahead, one which lead to a small corner which was a dead end but had some coverage from the rain. He took it, the tires hissed against the slick asphalt as he veered the car into the bend, and then he parked the car but the engine contained to pure aoftly.

It was dark in the car and the only light came from the dim glow of the dashboard and the occasional flash of lightning outside.

The silence in the car was heavy and charged, almost as charged as the lightening that kept flashing outside. Yaren hadn't said a word since they got into the car and he was grateful, she hadn't made a sound and she'd done nothing to get his attention, but he was still very aware of her presence beside him.

He kept his hands on the wheel, and his remained gaze fixed on the endless stream of water running down the glass. It was almost as though he was just waiting for the rain to subside slightly so he could get back in the road.

But then, he felt her shift in the seat beside him. He knew her well enough to know that she was going to try to say something, she was going to try apologizing for putting them in this situation and all.

"Professor Whitefield..." she began quietly, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't," he warned even before he could stop himself. He needed her to just stay quiet and not try to talk to him because he truly wasn't thinking straight right now and he didn't want to think of how things could turn out of he lost control.

Then, he heard her sniffle quietly, it was a small sound which could have easily been missed but he heard it all too clearly. The sound was unbearable and it unravelled something inside him, it once again stirred that part of him that wanted to protect her, that wanted to...possess her.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice was trembling now. "I truly didn't realize it was getting late."

He squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't need this right now, he didn't need this. "Yaren, please. Don't."

But what if she knew that? And what if she was doing this deliberately to get a reaction from him or to get further into his skin?

"I'll...I'll set an alarm from now on," she insisted. "This won't happen again. I promise."

A short, humorless laughter left him. It wouldn't happen again? He couldn't even believe her at the moment, not when he was convinced she had orchestrated this from the very start.

"I'll be more mindful, I promise." She croaked.

The dam finally broke. All the anger, the frustration, and the inexplicable desire he had been bottling up for weeks came rushing out. He finally turned to face her sharply, and before he could stop himself, he reached across the console and grabbed her arm. She gasped as he pulled her towards him.

Her small frame slid on the smooth leather seat as she stumbled forward, her face was inches from his, her eyes were wide with shock but he didn't care at the moment.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice was low but it was obvious that he was furious, he'd never been more furious m "What game are you playing?"

Her lips parted but no words came out, she had nothing to say now that he'd called her out. He was so close to her now he could smell the sweet, clean scent of her hair, could see the tiny droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes because she didn't have her glasses on.

"Are you aware that I am your professor? So you know how wrong this is?" He continued. But it was the same question he'd asked himself over and over again. He knew he had no right to be so upset at her, after all, it was his fault for letting her get to him. "So you understand how absurd this is?"

He felt the tremors running through her body, she was trembling but he didn't care. She shook her head quickly, desperately. Her lips parted once more and she stuttered incoherently but he knew she had nothing to say, nothing at all.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, to the soft, trembling curve of her lips. He imagined what it would feel like to kiss her, to finally break through the wall of control he had built around himself.
The thought was searing in his mind, it was so tempting. He had been good for so long, he had been the dutiful son, the responsible husband, and the very professional professor. But now he was none of those things; he was merely a man who was in the brink of losing his mind.

"Fuck it." He cursed under his breath.

He released her arm, his hands moved suddenly to unbuckle her seatbelt before he grabbed her again, this time with a more certain and possessive grip. He dragged her closer so she was leaning on the center console and she gasped once more.
"Profess...."

He didn't give her chance to complete what she was saying before he lowered his head and crushed his lips to her in a brutal and desperate kiss that held all the frustration he'd been trying to contain.

The kiss was hot and wet, it tasted of salt from her tears and the raw need that was building inside him. He felt her tense, but he kissed her harder, forcing her lips apart and pushing his tongue into the soft her mouth. After all, this was what she wanted, this was what she'd tried to get from the very start.

All her nerdiness, clumsiness, and shyness had all been for this, and here they were.