I don't own anything. Not the song, not the characters. The only thing I own is my imagination.
The song: "Looking for a good time" by Lady Antebellum. Lyrics are in italics. The other italics are the past.
The idea: What if Ezra was Arias professor at NYU and they meet at a club one night..
I would love to get some reviews on this one cause I loved the idea and it's taken me quite a while to write it the way I liked. I'm thinking about making this a 2-part chapter.. what do you think? And if you have any ideas for me: tell me :) - Karo
Girl you're beautiful
You're bout near perfect
But I bet somebody's already told you that
Name your poison
Name your passion
Cause a boy like me just couldn't help but ask
He shouldn't look at her like that. Shouldn't admire how she moved with the music. How her short dress exposed her smooth legs and how those black high heels made her taller than she really was. How her curly hair fell across her back and contrasted with her fair skin that was exposed due to the backless cut of the dress. She was his student. He had looked at her over a desk for the last months, had argued with her about literature and history. She had lingered after class, to ask him questions and to ask his advice for the stories she was writing. It was the first time she let somebody read what she wrote. "I'm impressed." he told her and she cocked her head in question, urging him to go on. "If you're writing for yourself, it's pure passion." That's when she told him she always wanted to be a writer. "Then it's good you chose NYU to study English." A smile lit up her face. "I guess it is.. and I heard the professors are the best." He blushed a deep crimson, still not used to the fact that some of the students hit on him. It was different with her, though. It wasn't just that fact that she hit on him, he could have ignored that if it was any other student, what bothered him was the fact that he wanted even more. To make her laugh, to spend endless hours talking about movies and literature, to hold her in his arms during the night. He wanted to love her and wake up next to her.
Put in a long hard week doing this nine to five
And you're just the girl to get that off my mind
You shouldn't've worn that dress
You shouldn't dance like that
You got this little heart of mine in overdrive
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the memories, and took a sip of his scotch. "So, tell me about that new job of yours. Any hot students, Professor Fitz?" Hardy nudged him with his elbow whilst Ezra nearly chocked on the burning liquid. "Hit a never with that one, didn't I?" His best friend knew him well enough. Actually, he sometimes knew him better than Ezra did himself. They'd met in college where living in a shared dorm room had forced them together, not minding their different views on life and their characters that did differ more than they were akin. His friend had been distracted for the last minutes, not even listening when he told him some nonsense story about saving an old lady that was being robbed by Spiderman. That's when he knew it had to be a girl. Ezra was, as Hardy had coined it, the perfect mix between stud and nerd. The right looks and the perfect personality to pick every girl he liked - which wasn't something that was in Ezra's nature. He didn't just look for one night stands. Engagement, marriage, children, a house in one of the suburbs of New York, a dog or a cat. That was Ezra Fitz' scheme of life in a nutshell. Being the writer he was, he longed for the spark that was supposed to ignite when you met your one true love. The spark numerous authors had described before him; In the stories he read as a kid, the stories that inspired him to start writing his own stories at the tender age of fourteen, the stories that inspired him to become an english teacher. It was that spark that seemed to always draw his eyes back to the dancing girl. He shook his head again, trying to get rid of the thoughts that haunted him since he had first met her. Heck, he didn't even know if he'd just imagined things.
Hardy followed Ezra's gaze to the dance floor, to find out which girl had him so intrigued. There were only four girls on the dance floor, surrounded by guys that tried to grab their attention. Knowing his friend, Hardy's money was on the tiny brunette. She was absorbed in the music, not caring about the boys that were trying to dance with her. As she looked up, her gaze met Ezra's and with a mischievous glint in her eye and a nod of her head, she urged him to join them on the dance floor.
Aria had seen him as soon as he had entered the club. At first, she hadn't recognized him because she was not used to seeing him in casual clothes and not his usual combo of a vest, dress shirt, tie and black slacks. A black beanie now covered his messy curls and the checkered shirt enhanced his lean build, especially since he'd left the first two buttons open. She let her eyes roam the rest of his body, noticing how his dark jeans hung off his hips. Involuntarily, she licked her lips, something she'd also done when she'd first seen him some months back.
"I'm Ezra Fitz, 25 years old and you'll have the pleasure to let me teach you about the literature of the Progressive Era." Taking a sip from his coffee cup, he sat on the teacher's desk and urged them to tell something about themselves - names, ages, hometowns, favorite books - basically, everything that crossed their minds. He also shared things about himself, that's why Aria stayed behind after class. She wanted to ask him about his writing. How things first started and if he had any advice for her.
It was probably risky to get him to dance with her - he was her professor after all - but she didn't really care. At least it was a way to find out if she'd just imagined things when it came to their frequent banters in class and their shared love for music, art and literature. There was a connection, at least she felt it, and she had set her mind on finding out if it was something real.
"You got it bad, man." Hardy gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before he shoved him lightly, urging him to join the tiny one on the dance floor. "I can't.. it wouldn't be right.. she's my student." "So what? Weren't you the one who always wrote pages and pages about how everything feels right when you find your soulmate? So go! It's just a dance, Ezra. And if it turns out to be more - just stop thinking for once. That has never done you any good."
How bout baby
We make a promise
To not promise anything more than one night
Only get worse in the morning light
Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time
Ezra Fitz wasn't a dancer. To be honest, it had always scared the crap out of him. He was content just to sit at a bar with a beer or scotch in his hand and watch the people that surrounded him. But this time it was different. As he made his way over to Aria, she saw him and just took the lead as if she sensed his insecurity. She placed his hands on her hips and turned around, pressing her back close to him and started swaying slowly, as if she wanted to take some small steps to test the ice she was standing on. He held his breath, not wanting to destroy this first encounter since he'd never been so close to her before. As she craned her head to one side, he just took Hardy's advice and stopped thinking for a moment. Cautiously, he moved her hair to the side, exposing her shoulder and placed gently butterfly kisses on her exposed skin. Aria didn't pull away, didn't turn around or say a word. She just tilted her head more to the side, granting him better access.
They danced through several songs before Aria grew impatient with the lack of progress they were making. She wasn't made of glass and she wasn't a child either - she knew what she wanted. That's why she grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the darker corners of the club, owning herself a frown from Spencer and thumbs up from Emily and Hanna, who didn't know that Ezra wasn't just some random guy she picked up but her Professor. Spencer however, was in the same seminar as Aria and therefore knew about how inappropriate this was, or at least it was in her mindset.
As soon as she reached the corner, she pulled him against her and looked up to him, silently pleading him to kiss her. He albeit, was hesitant, not sure whether or not he wanted to cross that line with her. Not sure where this evening was headed. He shook his head, urging the unpleasant thoughts that haunted him, to go away. Aria sighed, thinking that his head-shaking was a sign of rejection. She felt stupid, for making him dance with her, for wanting him to kiss her, for thinking he wanted this, too. That's why she pushed him away. She didn't want him to explain why he was rejecting her. As she tried to squeeze past him, he grabbed her wrist and wheeled her around, simultaneously crushing his lips against her, taking her by surprise. The kiss was gentle, yet arousing. The perfect mix of passionate and caring. When he broke the kiss, Aria was grinning wildly, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. "Let's get out of here.", he whispered.