A/N: Thanks everybody for the continued great reviews! I get so excited reading them!
Much thanks to my new beta cdunbar!
Note: Stephenie Meyer owns everything. I just borrow the characters. If I owned them, I'd never let Edward come out and play. Edward Cullen does, however, own me.
Chapter 5: Exceptions
My days seemed to pass smoothly, my time almost completely devoted to work. When I wasn't in class I was preparing for class, or dealing with student's conferences. I was actually beginning to think I'd made the wrong decision to schedule conferences.
Every night I would collapse into my bed and fall asleep almost immediately. My dreams were punctuated with Mr. Sexy Times and various scenarios I'd created with him. In one we were walking along the beach hand in hand, watching the setting sun. In another we were playing pool at a bar, his body dangerously close to mine as he taught me how to shoot.
But my favorite ones were where I got to relive our sex. I'd been so piss ass drunk the first time that imagining it left so many possibilities open.
I was having one particularly delicious dream one night. I was completely naked and he was crawling up my legs, slowly kissing each and every inch of my soft skin. My head fell back onto the pillows and my eyes clenched shut. I could feel his soft lips on my legs, his tongue darting out ever so often to taste me.
He then suddenly hitched my legs up, placing my feet flat on the bed and spreading my legs apart. My fists balled the sheets and my back arched up just at the idea of him touching me more.
I felt his hot breath running down my legs and suddenly burst across the aching juncture of my legs.
"Bella," he crooned.
I groaned at his soft voice and the way his fingers were dancing over my skin.
"Bella, you need to look at me," he whispered.
I fought every instinct to keep my eyes tightly shut and slowly brought my head up, prying my eyelids apart.
There staring at me, his head between my legs, was the last person I expected to see.
His shaggy reddish hair stuck straight up in an untidy mess and his green eyes sparkled with desire.
My mouth fell open in a strangled cry.
"What tha?" I gasped.
Edward grinned at me, the same wide grin he'd had that day in my office, and slowly licked his top lip.
A frantic buzzing suddenly sounded and Edward's eyes narrowed on me. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the only thing that came out was more buzzing.
I shot up in bed, drenched in sweat and panting furiously. The early morning sun was pouring in through my bedroom window and I frantically lunged for the alarm clock, the source of the incredibly annoying disruption to my dream.
My dream with Edward. My dream with my student.
I groaned loudly, breaking the silence of the room.
I'd been having a sex dream about my student. I was like one of those high school teachers who got caught dipping in the underage pool. It was wrong. Just plain wrong.
He was my student. I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about him. I shouldn't be thinking anything about him other than how he was doing in my class.
I buried my head under my pillow and wallowed in my self-disgust for a few minutes. All too soon though, the alarm clock went off again, reminding me to get my sorry butt out of bed.
"Fine, fine," I grumbled.
Sadly, I did not have the luxury of sleeping in today. The papers I'd assigned were due today and I had to be there to collect them and then assign the next book. Luckily though, I'd told my students that those two things were the only things we were going to do. Class would probably be over in less than 30 minutes.
I had a few conferences today, but they were early and I could probably sneak out of my office early.
After showering and getting ready, I made my way to the English building and grabbed the manila envelope from my office to hold the papers.
My students were nervously flitting around the room when I got there, probably because this paper was the first one I'd assigned. Sure, I'd met with all of them already and seen samples of their writing, but those were journals. This was a paper.
I called off each name from the attendance list I'd received at the beginning of the semester, and each person handed me their paper.
Tanya sneered at me when she handed me her paper, her red nails reminding me of talons. She stamped back to her seat and sat down in a huff, all while I fought the urge to roll my eyes. She was still upset that I hadn't cracked on the first day and I assumed she was still trying to come up with some way to make me cry by the end of the semester.
My fingers ran down the list and settled on the next person. Edward Cullen.
My stomach did a flip flop and my throat immediately went dry.
Relax, Bella, I thought. It was just a dream. Just a dream. It's normal to have sex dreams about people you see a lot. Alice once told me she had a very explicit sex dream about her drycleaner, she saw him so often. She'd had to switch drycleaners because she'd been too embarrassed to face him again.
So this was completely normal.
I sucked in a shaky breathe and called his name.
I looked up and found the seat he normally sat in. He wasn't there. His seat was empty.
"Edward?" I called.
"Oh, Professor Swan?" Tanya's sickeningly sweet voice called.
I turned to her, grimacing at the ever present sneer she had plastered across her bubblegum pink glossed lips.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I don't think Edward was going to make it to class today. I totally saw him at a party last night and he was pretty hardcore grinding on some ugly girl," she laughed contemptuously.
The pit of my stomach fell. I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. Why was I feeling like this? He was my student. I should be mad that he wasn't here to turn his paper in, not feeling dare I say … jealous … that he was all up on some girl's junk and blowing off class.
"What?" I said, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears.
"Oh yeah! He's such a man whore. I'm sure he totally got her to give it up and he's all passed out in her bed right now," Tanya giggled.
My mouth fell open in shock. No. This wasn't right. Nausea was threatening to overwhelm me and I had to take a few swallows to get rid of the sick feeling in my stomach.
"Um," I mumbled.
"Professor Swan?" Angela's soft voice called.
I turned to her, my mouth still wide open.
"Are you okay?" she said, her concern for me obvious.
"I'm fine," I squeaked.
I shook my head and tried to dissipate the images of Edward grinding on some girl in the middle of a crowded frat party with a beer in one hand and the girl's boobs in the other.
I'd dreamed of him between my legs once and now I was getting sick of the idea of him touching another woman. What was wrong with me? It was a dream. Nothing more!
Before Tanya could throw out another juicy detail to kick me in the gut, I called out the next name. When all the papers were handed in and safely tucked in the manila envelope, I managed to croak out the reading assignment for our next book, The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.
"See you all next week," I mumbled and grabbed my stuff. It was beginning to be a pattern. First Tanya completely disarmed me, then Edward, and now Tanya again with her gossiping about Edward.
Back in my office I shuffled the stack of papers around, trying to do anything to distract me from what had gone on back there.
The alphabetizing didn't help.
All I could see was the image I'd had before.
Edward. The girl. His hand. Her boobs.
And worse. The look in his eye as he danced with her.
I reached for the water bottle on my desk with a shaky hand and nearly dumped the entire thing on the papers when a knock sounded at my door.
"Come in!" I exclaimed after taking a deep swallow of water.
The door opened and in walked the very same person I'd been picturing in all his drunk, groping glory.
"Professor Swan?" he asked, standing casually just inside the door.
"Uh, yeah?" I managed to respond.
"I'm sorry I didn't make it to class today. My printer broke just as I was trying to get this done this morning, and I had to run to the lab on campus. Is there any way you could still accept this?" he said smoothly.
"I … uh … I don't know," I mumbled. I'm sure my eyes were wide and I had that same dumfounded look on my face as when he'd last been in my office, so very close to me.
But now I'd had a dream with him in it. A very explicit dream. With groaning and moaning. And skin. Lots of skin.
"Please, Professor Swan?" Edward asked and his face dropped into such an innocent pleading look my knees would have buckled if I wasn't sitting down.
Edward pulled the chair forward and sat down, leaning forward. My body prickled being so close to him, my senses went into overdrive.
He smelled so good. Delicious even. Like I just wanted to eat him and devour every inch of him.
I couldn't place exactly what it was about him that smelled so good, but it wasn't any cologne I'd ever smelled before. While most men's colognes tended to smell too sweet or musky for me, Edward's smell was completely different. It was fresh and clean, like laundry that had just gotten out of the dryer. Or wildflowers in a meadow. Or the way a baby would smell after a bath.
Anything but too sweet or musky.
"Professor?" Edward asked and I was immediately brought out of my thoughts.
"Oh, yeah. The paper!" I said hurriedly.
"The paper," he grinned.
"Well, I put in the syllabus that no late work would be accepted ..." I said.
"I was hoping you'd make an exception for me."
My mouth pulled into a tight line from his words. He wanted special treatment?
"So you want me to treat you different than all the other students?" I quipped.
Edward's grin only widened. Cheeky bastard.
"Well, I was hoping I could make it up to you somehow," he responded slowly.
"Make it up?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up. Immediately I was brought back to my dream, and the image of Edward between my legs flashed through my mind again. My cheeks lit up with a blush and I hoped he didn't catch it.
"Extra credit of some kind."
I thought about his proposal for a minute. He wanted me to make an exception to a rule I'd clearly outlined in the syllabus. Break the rules. Bend my will to his.
I was tempted to turn him down and tell him I wouldn't accept his paper late, until he shifted in his chair and scooted closer to me. My body reacted against my free will and I leaned forward, my hands almost aching to find his.
Edward reached his hand up to his hair and ran it through the strands, standing it all angles. So much like …
And then it happened.
Edward's tongue peaked out and ran along the length of his upper lip, the light overhead glinting on the wetness.
My jaw dropped and all rational thought vanished. All I could concentrate on was his tongue. His damn tongue. How it moved. How it swirled along his lip and caressed the skin there.
How he'd done the same thing to my skin in my dream. My thighs. Other places I wanted his tongue.
My mouth was watering just at the thought and if Edward hadn't spoken up, I probably would have started drooling on myself.
"Professor?" he said, snapping me from my lewd thoughts about his tongue.
My eyes zoomed up and found his, and the fact that they were green shocked me. I didn't recall paying any attention to his eyes the last time he'd been in my office. I must have had a very good imagination to create such an accurate detail.
"Um, okay," I mumbled.
"You'll take my paper?" Edward grinned again.
I nodded, still too lost on his lips that continued to move.
"Great!" he exclaimed and shoved the paper into my now trembling hands.
He stood up and moved towards the door.
"Thanks Professor! I appreciate this! I'll make it up to you somehow!" he laughed.
"Okay," I said dumbly.
He was out the door before I managed to pull myself together. I looked down at the sheets of paper in my hand.
Edward "in between my thighs in my dreams" Cullen.
I banged my head against the desk trying to get the images out. Maybe a little brain damage would do it. Finally after about ten hits, and with my temple starting to throb, I stopped and just wallowed.
"He's a student. He's a student. He's a student," I chanted.
Just then my cell phone started going off with Alice's ringtone and I grabbed it quickly. I needed a distraction and I knew just how to get it.
"Please tell me you want to drink tonight," I said quickly.
"Hi to you too, Bella!" Alice squealed.
"You in or you out?"
"Actually I was calling you to see if you wanted to go out tonight, but I guess you got there before me," Alice laughed.
"Oh, thank god," I sighed.
"But I have one condition for you, which I think you'll agree to, considering your last foray into drinking went so well," she said seriously.
I rolled my eyes at her words, knowing exactly where this was going.
"Let me guess. No tequila?" I laughed.
I couldn't agree with her more.
A/N: Just to let everybody know, it's highly unlikely I'll write another chapter tomorrow. My brain's on full melty mode after the last few days of hardcore intense writing.
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