God Only Knows…
Since when did Dan, his head gardener, start listening to The Beach Boys?
He was about to turn the corner that led to the other hallway when he heard something else – a soft, feminine voice, humming alongside the music – and the professor tensed.
It couldn’t be.
But the sweet humming went on, and before he knew it, his feet was already moving, and then he was breaking into a run, his heart banging against the walls of his chest.
Let it be her.
Let it be her.
Let it be her.
He was panting by the time he made it to the sliding glass doors that opened to the patio, out of breath not because of overexertion but out of sheer dread.
Because he was hoping, he was goddamn hoping, and at the same time, he was fucking terrified it would all be just a dream.
But it wasn’t.
Because she was there.
She was seated on the steps, her dark hair loose against her bare back, and an empty bowl of cereal placed next to her. She still had last night’s lovely dress – the sexiest fucking red dress he had ever seen, with her tits threatening to spill out every time her body trembled the slightest bit. But she had ditched her stilettos and gone barefoot, and the sight of it was erotic.
He must’ve made some noise after that. Or maybe it was her soul finally heeding the call of his own. Either way, she was suddenly twisting around, and his face appeared to have mirrored his fears, because she only took one look at him, and then she was once again rushing towards him—
His arms closed around her the moment she slammed into his embrace.
Looking down, he started to joke about her penchant for crashing into him, but she beat him to speaking.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice was wobbling. “I’m so sorry.” And her eyes were welling up with tears. “I didn’t think you’d even think I would leave you.”
And just like that, he was no longer in any mood to fuck around.
Just like that, he could no longer hold the words back.
Just like that, she owned him.
“I love you.” The words were ripped out of him.
“And I you.” She was crying again. “So, so much.”
“But I thought you left me.”
“I never would.”
“I wouldn’t have run after you if you had.”
“Then I’d have c-come after you.”
His arms tightened around her, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her body shake against him.
“I don’t think I can ever make it,” he said hoarsely, “if you leave me.”
“Then stop thinking of it.” He felt her fingers grip his shirt. “Because it will never happen.”
And for countless moments, they simply stood there, listening to each other’s heartbeats. It made the most beautiful music because every beat meant the both of them still lived, together.
He looked down at her.
“Make love to me?”
Never My Love by The Association
As Diana let the professor lead her to his bedroom, she couldn’t help wondering if he was able to hear her heartbeat. Because the way it was hammering so hard and loudly against her chest, she could barely hear anything else, and the fact that she couldn’t seem to catch her breath wasn’t helping at all.
They finally made it to his bedroom, and she could only spare her surroundings a dazed, distracted glance. It was just as beautiful as the rest of his home, if not a little more austere in his choice of furniture. That was all she managed to think. Because after gently guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed, the professor had drawn her hands to his chest, a silent request for her to undress him, and, well, how could anyone be capable of thinking after that?
Her breath caught as she managed to pull his shirt over his head and she was treated to the magnificent sight of his bare chest.
He noticed the odd way she was staring at him. “What is it?”
“You really are,” she murmured, “like a Michelangelo painting come to life.”
It wasn’t Matthijs’ first time to be complimented, but somehow her words were different, and he felt like a fucking god, with the way she was gazing at him with such awe.
“I’m flattered you think so.” The professor’s purring voice had her whole body shivering under its invisible caress. “But don’t you want to see more?”
Diana could feel her face turning red as the professor guided her hands to the waistband of his pants. “Umm. Of course. I, umm, would.” She saw him smirk, and this made her blush harder for some reason, and her fingers shook hard as she started to unbutton his pants. It took a couple of tries, but she managed in the end, and she found herself gulping as the pants fell to the floor.
It was just his boxers now, but oh God, the thin scrap of silk was a total failure at hiding the bulge of his erection.