Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

His tone of voice startled her, mostly because she had just heard him in his 'eye's of the public' tone. Although she didn't respond, her fidgeting lessened. The most she did near the end of the ride was play with her seat belt, giving her a nostalgic feeling of the day she was driven to his penthouse. She couldn't help but wonder if he drank a lot if he could be this sober. Well, somewhat sober. The alcohol seemed to loosen him up a bit. And he had to be INCREDIBLY loose to want to sleep with her. Her mind replayed the course of the night, and the more the timeline went on, the more insecure she got. She wasn't the only one that saw a different side tonight. He saw her in a way she never thought she would see herself. Confident, having fun, her head not in a book. And not only that, but he actually saw her. Wearing little to nothing. The thought made her want to bury herself in a hole and never come out. Did he even like her body? Or was his vision clouded and he was picturing her as some calender model? The more she thought about it, the more she didn't want him to sleep with her out of insecurity. She couldn't just come out and ask 'Is my body decent enough?'

Her thoughts were still racing when they arrived, and multiplied when she realized where they were. Unbuckling herself, she glanced over to him, watching as he made a phone call with specific instructions to his driver. She really hoped the man got paid a lot if he were to do something as trivial as picking Mike's car up at 2 A.M. With his smile as signal, she carefully followed behind him, but not too close. She had his public image in mind, and she read enough articles about celebrities in general to know that cameras and paparazzi were everywhere.

The ride on the elevator to his floor was almost too long. It gave her more time to basically be drowned by her thoughts. The excitement of what was happening at the time earlier had disappeared and left her to think about what really was going to happen. Could she do this? It really scared her to think that she was about to sleep with someone for the first time. Not only that, but sleep with a celebrity. She should have been jumping for joy or all over him in this very elevator. But he wasn't really a celebrity right now. The to of them were just two teenagers/young adults who were going to have sex. And even if it was going to be a 'one night stand,' it was still a big deal. Did she really want her first time to be a one night stand? Her feet had moved for her apparently, because it was the sound of his door closing and the lock turning that brought her back to reality. Well. They were alone now. And it brought on an anxiety attack. Juliette felt like she couldn't breathe for a second, like her heart could burst. She had turned around just in case he could see the panic in her face.

But then, something warm took her hand. Just like at the party when he brought her close for the first time. Without thinking about it, she turned around, instantly met by the now familiar feeling of his hands resting on her waist.

"Do you still want me?"

She...she honestly didn't know. Did she want him earlier. Yes. Her body wanted him more than anything. But did she really want this? What if things got complicated? What if tutoring him got awkward because she couldn't look him in the eye? What if tomorrow he went back to the guy he was when they first me; and he thought of her as nothing but a one night stand, or even a mistake? She opened her mouth to say no, that she couldn't do this. It wasn't that she didn't want him. She just didn't want what could happen after the night was all over. 'Happily Ever After' couldn't come no matter how close to Cinderella she was tonight. Heck, she didn't even know what 'Happily Ever After' would be between the two of them.

But then he kissed her again.

She should have thought it was a way to butter her up, to hypnotize her. However, it really wasn't. She didn't know how she could tell, but it was sweet, dare she say even romantic. As if they wanted each other in some way other than sex or lust. A kiss that wasn't the same as the first one they had shared. It continued a lot longer than the last one as well. The more she kissed him, the more the panicked feeling in her chest began to fade. Their lips separated just barely when he began to speak. Her eyes stayed closed, wanting to concentrate on her other senses: the sound of their breath mingling together, soft and slow. The taste of alcohol he left on her lips, the aching she felt just to kiss him again. That embarrassed feeling enveloped her again at his first few words. She felt he had already seen more than enough of her, literally. It was the same for her, though. She had seen more of him than that his fans would ever get to see. And quite honestly, she was a bigger fan of who he was now. This 'real him' from what she could tell. Tonight was her chance to be what had been hiding from her grandparents. The same had to be said for him ten fold. He was being the person that had to hide from the whole world. No wonder he was so tired.

His kisses, calling her 'love,' the look in his eyes, even his touch. They were all...well all she could think of was the word 'affectionate.' When he pulled away, she slowly opened her eyes. As he had for her, she took a snapshot of the handsome face she saw in front of her. The paparazzi would pay all the money in the world for a face like this one. And she would pay just as much to see it all the time.

His touch was the final thing needed to push her panic away. Absently, she leaned into his hand, closing her eyes once more to truly enjoy the feeling. Was this what it felt like...to have a boyfriend? To want to be with someone? To receive affection and even want to give it back? To be a normal girl who felt something for a boy? She had opened her eyes again to reach up and place her hand atop of his just as he pulled away. She stood there, watching him with sorrowful eyes as he sat himself down on the couch, looking distressed. The sight had caused her to move over to him, kneeling down in front of him. She reached her hand out carefully, her fingers gently resting under his chin and tilting his head up to look at her. For a moment she had no idea what to say. She opened her mouth a bunch of times, but no words came out. She realized something that she definitely couldn't say.

If they were both normal people. Maybe they could have been together.

Without notice, she simply tilted his face upward, allowing herself to kiss him this time. It was meant to be just a kiss, trying to make him feel better even. But it became much more than that. It was that sweet, melting yearning from earlier tied in with the wish that she wouldn't admit to herself: she wanted to be with him. Not sleep with him, but be with him. The one she wanted was the real him she was able to see tonight. It was a desperation knowing that she wouldn't be able to see him like this ever again and tomorrow he wouldn't call her 'love' and he would kiss her like he had. It would all be gone.

She didn't want him, she needed him.

With passion filled voice, she pulled back just slightly, allowing her lips to brush against his before speaking. "We have an hour. Just, make me feel like Cinderella, please." She whispered, kissing him again and again until she just couldn't take it. "Let me thank you for tonight. For giving me a chance to be a regular girl. Just-just let me be with you, damn it!" With that, she began to show him her appreciation. She moved forward, her body pushing him against the couch. Her lips found his neck, unsure where exactly to kiss it, but still doing it nonetheless. Her lips had done enough kissing already to know to gently brush her lips over the skin, even suckling it a bit before moving back to his lips. "S-Show me what to do." She whispered nervously.

He avoided her eyes when she tilted his head supposedly to face her. Mike came off as strong and domineering, a spoiled brat even, and he wondered if it was even okay to show her how weak he was on the inside. Girls dug the whole cool-guy-bad-boy kind and if Juliette was one of them (though Mike was 95% definite she wasn't) then how he was now would be a complete turn-off. Heck he wondered why that even mattered anyway, why it even bothered him if he turned her off. She never seemed to have even the slightest crush on him anyway. She detested him, she hated how lazy and completely opposite of her he was, she--

She kissed him. That took him by suprise and he doubted that reality was playing its part here and not some sort of drunken hallucination, but she kissed him. Their lips melted perfectly together once more and it wasn't because he pulled her to him or he forced his lips on her. This time, their lips met because she allowed hers to meet his. It was the most perfect feeling he had ever felt. It didn't even take a second for him to melt into the gentle kiss; one that's filled with longing, care, and even some sort oflove. It was a kiss he never had before because it was one that wasn't overpowered by lust and lust alone. It was not the kiss that would make you want to tear your clothes away from your body. No. It was the kiss that made him want to embrace her, to keep their lips locked longer, and if it did lead to sex, he wanted to strip her slowly and lovingly.

And he thought it was just a friendly kiss to comfort him and to calm his mind.

"Just-just let me be with you, damn it!" She told him. He was close - oh, so close - to telling her that he wanted to be with her and he wanted her to give him a chance to show him more of himself, his true self, but his words were silenced by her sudden actions. He didn't know how she knew about these things but he allowed her to kiss his neck innocently yet sensually. It almost made her smile at how cute she was, but he realized it shouldn't be her doing all the pleasing tonight. She should be the one pleased.

His voice was clouded with longing and lust as he spoke. "I'll make you feel good tonight, love," he said. Somehow, he couldn't get enough of calling her love. He played with her hair as he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation for a while but this night wasn't his night. It was hers and he'd love to give it to her so he got up, took her hand and hoisted her up before catching and supporting her with his other arm, and he started kissing her with fire and passion burning inside him as he walked slowly to lead them both to his room. At every step he took forward, he guided her to follow his tracks. He allowed her to fall slowly on the soft mattress of his bed and gently, he shifted himself so that he'd top her without fully putting his weight on her. Once they were positioned perfectly on the bed, he broke the kiss to look at her and carress her face once more. His true smile was back on his face.

"Here's to a night with no masks and no public images for the both of us," He told her. The thought excited him somehow, and he couldn't help but wonder why. He had other longer-running female friends both in the industry and out of it yet this girl came along, a girl whom he had only known for a week, yet she gave him butterflies in his stomach the way no other girl ever did. He was excited to show himself and hoped, oh how he hoped, that she was too. She wanted to know the girl behind the glasses, the girl behind the books. He wanted to know if there was something more than the good girl she showed. He wanted to know her. Oh god he wanted to know her. Every inch of her, every image of her.

Mike took his shirt off right in front of her before locking their lips again. He held her waist with both of his arms and moved her upward on the bed so that her legs wouldn't awkwardly dangle on the edge. His hands wanted to do so many things but for the first time, he felt the strong urge to respect a girl, especially a girl who never had an experience with something like this. Instead, he trailed light kisses on her neck down to her collar bone. He tried his best to control himself, really, but once he reached a spot that could be covered up by t-shirts, he sucked on the skin with tender force until it reddened slightly. He hoped that the mark would remind her, somehow, of this night. And he hoped she wouldn't scorn this night.

Her words echoed in his mind all of a sudden, and the way she rocked her hips against his hand in Douglas' house a while ago. "Show me what to do," she had said a while ago in the living room. Was that some sort of go signal? Maybe, he thought, but he knew he had to be careful. He knew that the alcohol-induced confidence and passion that led them both on earlier tonight was fading away so he didn't want to end up doing something that might offend her.

Slowly, he broke the kiss and allowed his lips to find her ear again. In just a short span of time, he already loved playing with her ear with his lips.

"First," he murmured huskily. His hands caressed the inner skin of her thighs under her dress until he found the hem of her underwear. "This needs to go." He slowly pulled the garment down as he shifted his position until her underwear slid off. He moved upwards again to speak against her ear, allowing his lips to tickle the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Second," he began. His hand trailed up on her inner thigh again until he found the lips of her woman parts which he slowly rubbed with his finger. "Trust me. I won't hurt you." His finger moved with more motion until he found her sweet spot. He tried to get her as wet as possible so that his dick wouldn't hurt her as much on the first insertion. Just the thoought itself drove him crazy.

He started kissing her again as his hand continued its magic down below. The deeper they got into this foreplay, the crazier and stronger his lust got until he couldn't stop himself anymore. He broke the kiss after a while and hoisted her up slightly to work on the zipper of her dress. He slid the zipper down until the edge and brought the dress down to her waist. He worked on her bra as well which he almost agressively unhooked and tossed away on the floor. Her breasts drove him mad.

"Your body is the loveliest sight I've ever seen," he said. He moved away from her and brought her dress down to completely take it off until his girl laid down on his bed with nothing but her skin on. He mentally swore he'd go back to kissing her, to not allow his eyes to stare at her, but he ended up doing the latter instead. He knew it was disrepectful and his mind was shouting at him to stop, but he couldn't help looking at her from her pretty face down her sexy body. Sure, media would think she was "too fat" but in his eyes, she was perfect. Her curves made her who she is, and oh how he'd love to trace those curves with his hands.

"You are so hot, goddamn it," He said. The sight of his body made his boy parts scream.

And that reminded him of how unfair things are, that she was in her naked glory while his pants still wrapped him. He gave her a playful smile and kissed her lips with a soft chuckle. "I wouldn't want to get accused of being unfair again," He said. He unhooked the button of his pants and pushed the garment down along with his underwear. He shifted his legs a bit until he managed to break free from the denim clothing. If there was a part of his ego that remained in his true self, it's how proud and confident he was with his body. It made him more sexually excited to know that this night, such a beautiful and sweet girl would be the one seeing it.

He scooted closer to her until their bodies met skin to skin. His arms snaked around her waist to pull her close and he made out with her for a while before shifting to top her again.

"Tell me if you want me stop something, love," Mike told her lovingly. He kissed her lips one last time before letting his lips get to know the rest of her body. He trailed kisses down her neck once more, he trailed kisses down her collar bones and down her torso, he kissed her until his lips found her other lips which he kissed softly. She tasted so sweet, it made him smile. He kissed those lips a few more times before allowing his tongue to work its magic this time. He licked her and ate her slowly and sensually to make sure that she'd feel good. His tongue traced the whole partition before letting just a few centimeters of his tongue to hover inside. He loved how her sexual juices coated his lips. He embraced her waist and continued licking her pussy, groaning once in a while and sucking once in a while in delight. The room was suddenly filled with squishing and slurping sounds.

The journey from his living room to the bedroom was nothing but a haze of kissing. As klutz as she was, she was lucky she didn't fall. That would have been just her luck if she ruined the mood by falling on her face. The only falling she did was that onto his bed. The image of him standing over her flashed her mind back to the party. She didn't have to worry about anyone else finding them. No one just walking in randomly or putting their ear against the dorm; just an hour of no cares in the world. She could only imagine tomorrow when the weight of everything that happened came crashing down on her. Lying to her grandparents, going to a party, getting a tad bit tipsy, having the most likely greatest first sex ever. It was all the college and teenage experiences she should have had and would have had. She was scared, she wouldn't lie. But it was the kind of scared someone would get before trying something new for the first time. With every kiss and smile, the fear slowly waned into nothing but butterflies in her stomach.

The first article of clothing to go was his shirt. Of course she wouldn't admit it, but she was a bit disappointed she wasn't the one to remove it. She barely had time to be disappointed when his lips found her neck, though. He showered her with ghosts of kisses, almost tickling her until he began to leave a mark on her collarbone. The idea that he could possibly leave a mark didn't cross her mind, as long as no one else could see it, she didn't care. She found the kisses to her neck were by far some of the best kisses he gave her. Those, and obviously the sweet ones on her mouth. She gave a contented sigh, nearly purring as she let her arms rest on his shoulders, her fingers gently raking through his hair. Her fingers did one last slow run through before his head moved up toward her ear. Maybe it was because she was a singer that her ear felt so sensitive. The way his breath tickled at it, the sound of his silky baritone voice, it was enough to make her lose herself in the lust that had begun to build up again. That trapped succubus was beginning to make her way out again as she had earlier.

His voice was simply hypnotizing, to the point where she didn't even think, she just did. Her legs moved in sync with his hands as he slid her panties off. If that was first, she had a feeling of what was second. His hand carefully grazed her thigh, moving higher and higher until he found the spot where they had left off at Douglas' party. Juliette became painfully aware of how wet she was the moment he slid his finger inside of her. With a sharp intake of air, she found herself burying her head in his shoulder again. He had heard her sing earlier, and yet here she was scared of allowing him to hear her moans and cries. Heck, she didn't even know what they really sounded like. Even in the privacy of her own room she kept quiet when pleasuring herself. The very least that came out of her mouth were quiet mewls and the sounds of heavy breathing. On a good day, sometimes she let out the very staccato of a cry. Her teeth dug into his skin, biting him in order to keep herself quiet. Her hips did the talking however, grinding against his finger in a way she could never do against her own.

His lips found her own just as he began repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. He was fingering her like she was some sort of instrument, and boy did she sound like one. She let out several honeyed coo's against his lips, her kisses becoming sloppy from the pleasure that clouded her mind. Even fingering herself had never felt this good. She wanted to tell him how wonderful it felt, but as she said before, she was shy. One could even call it scared. Something like moaning and voicing her pleasure was like singing a solo. It made her feel vulnerable. Even without hearing her voice, surely he could tell how hot and bothered she was getting by the way her juices coated his fingers. By the way her hips moved in slow circles in time with his attentions. There was something incredibly hot about someone else fingering her, especially while kissing her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last with him hitting all of those oh so wonderful spots with just his finger. He had pulled away from the kiss just before she swore she would burst.

Her mind had to find its way out of the pleasured state it was in. She took a deep breath, helping him get her somehow suffocating brassiere. Her breasts bounced a bit from the sudden lack of support, and she found herself laying on the bed completely bare. Her first instinct was to cover herself, shield him from his, sweet, but still feasting eyes. The more she thought about him being a model, the more she realized her body surely didn't pass the test. Her eyes clearly nervous, looked to the side, looking out at the skyline of the city before she heard his admiring voice.

"Your body is the loveliest sight I've ever seen," Her face went blank, clearly just shocked by his words. The more she replayed his words, she more she felt herself begin to relax a bit. With still somewhat shy eyes, she watched as he took it all in, the sight of her. Her heart was pounding so hard in her ears that she barely heard the second compliment he gave her. Mind you, this one wasn't as 'sweet,' but it was enough to get her going even more. As if reading her mind, he began to strip of his own clothes. All the while, she held her breath, unsure if she was really ready to see a naked man for the first time. Okay, it wouldn't be the first time. With all the porn she had watched she had seen....a lot. But this constituted as the first. And by the time her mind as done mentally preparing itself (as much as it could) he was there in all his glory. And boy, did he put every male porn star to shame. In fact, he probably put every male model to shame, maybe every male in the world. She nearly liked her lips at the sight of his bare chest alone. But she forced her eyes not to stay glued to his cock, no matter how impressive it was. The very sight of it made her tremble in both apprehension and excitement.

The kiss they shared next was sensory overload for Juliette. Her skin felt set aflame against his own. Electricity rushing through her body with every brush of the skin, with every kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling her closer and allowing her to press her breasts against his muscular chest gingerly. The friction it spawned causing her to physically quiver against his body. "You aren't so bad yourself." She purred lowly, a kiss between every word. For the first time, she felt how hard a guy could get. His cock brushed against her, causing her stomach to drop. Out of sudden bravery, she had begun to reach down to grasp it, but he had his eyes set on pleasing her and begun to move.


Being laid back down, she watched with both lustful, and curious eyes as to what he was going to do. With all the pleasure he had been giving her up to now, why would she want to stop him? At first, she thought he as going to just kiss her chest again, which she welcomed immediately. Instead of stopping at her neck and collar, he just kept getting lower and lower. At one point on his journey, she had held her breath, shutting her eyes tightly and knowing full well where this was going. Juliette opened her mouth to protest, wanting to say it was almost too embarrassing when she ended up gasping instead. The moment his tongue caressed her nether lips, she found herself quite physically quivering. The sensation was almost ticklish, like his kisses, but ten times more pleasuring. With every slow lick of his tongue she felt herself absolutely purring.

It wasn't long before he was able to get a quiet moan out of her. One moan became two, and before she knew it, she couldn't keep quiet any longer. Every move of his lips and tongue had her crying out in euphoria. She could get drunk on this feeling. Her eyes closed tightly a she tried to deal with the insane about of pleasure by any means. Her fingers curled, grabbing at his bed sheets while her back arched. She had a 'sexual dream list' ever since she started watching porn so long ago. Getting eaten out like this had been one of them, and boy was Mike fulfilling it. Her hips moved, bucking against his mouth like they had with his fingers. Juliette wanted to open her eyes and watch what he was doing to her, sure that it was one of the hottest sights imaginable, but her body felt like jello. Like it had melted away to nothing but hot liquid silk.

One thing she had always hated about porn was the sounds that the guy made when eating a girl out. But gosh was she wrong. The sounds that his lips and tongue made while lapping at her juices was by far the most arousing thing she ever heard. Not only that, but the sound of his own voice as he worked his magic was just unbearable. Surely he realized he was getting nowhere with how much wetter she got every time he tasted her. Did she really taste that good? The idea that he was eating her up because he just couldn't get enough of her nearly brought her over the edge. Juliette wouldn't be able to last much longer, and surely he could hear it by the sound of how much louder and sweeter her cries were getting, by how shallow and hot her gasps had grown. If there was one thing she didn't want, she didn't want him to stop. If she came now, she knew she would still want more. Years of masturbating had given her enough endurance to definitely cum more than once. Although, she wasn't sure how long she would last when it came to actual sex.

"M-Mike, I-ohhhh..." she bit her tongue as he took another lick at her. "I can't last much longer." She purred, moving her hand toward her mouth and biting down on her knuckle in hopes of keeping her from getting any louder. God she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum against his lips no matter how dirty and embarrassing it sounded. After a few more moment of listening to the work he was doing on her, she couldn't bear it anymore. She bit down on her knuckle, hard. Her back arching and body shaking as she allowed herself the sweet release of an orgasm. Even when masturbating herself, she had never cummed so hard, or so much. With how wet she was already, an orgasm surely would drown him. Riding it for as long as possible, she allowed herself to moan just as it ended, mewling as the after math caused her to shiver a bit. The moment it ended, she realized how embarrassing it was. Her face, already flushed, grew redder as she covered her eyes with her hands. "I-I'm so sorry." she whispered knowing full well she probably made his sheets a mess.

She took a deep breath, allowing her heart fall back into somewhat normal pace. Now, he must have thought she was down and out after that orgasm. But boy, was he wrong. Her gaze on him turned lustfully sweet as she pulled him up. Although shy, something about climaxing for him had given her a tad bit more of courage. Carefully, she moved to kiss him, her hand at the same time bravely moving to stroke him. Her movements were slow and teasing, but mostly because she was unsure. She pulled away from the kiss, letting her forehead rest against his while gauging his reaction. It was almost scary for her, touching him like this for the first time. Sure, she had seen many porn stars do it, but they knew what made a man tick. Juliette was sure she had picked up a thing or two just from observing, but it was almost intimidating, feeling how big he was against her dainty hand. The heat that radiated from his member was impeccable. With a slow breath to calm herself down, she let go of him, letting two of her fingers run up the shaft of his cock slowly. "Do I...get a turn?" She crooned, her eyes half lidded and lusty before wrapping her fingers around him again.

She didn't have to have sex with him. God, hearing her moan the way she did was more than enough of a reward. She made such sexual noises he never thought would come out of her and he loved, oh how he loved the fact that she wasn't shy about it. Well, he knew she was, but he loved how he let herself get lost in the scheme of things. Crazy thoughts occured in his mind like how he'd love to hear that every night and how he'd love to do anything that would make her do such sounds again even beyond this night. But he knew it was impossible. After tonight, things should go back to the way they were. The original scheme of things should occur again because they had lives to live. That fact made his heart ache but he shook it away. He focused on her sounds and her taste until he got lost into it himself. The only thing that brought him back to reality was her shivering body as she came hard in his mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed her juices in delight.

He was about to do more things to her when, to his surprise, Juliette pulled him up and started kissing him again. He couldn't get enough of the times she initiated such acts and he treasured such moments so much. He kissed her back and almost dared to insert his tongue in her mouth when, with a gasp, his eyes widened as he felt her hand stroking him. He was surprised she even dared to do such a thing, but he wasn't complaining. Oh no, he wasn't. His cock felt hotter and harder under her grasp and he loved how she teased her with such slow yet sensual movements.

"You're intoxicating me, love, aghh..." Mike groaned as he watched her hand do its own innocent magic. He wanted to see it actually happening. He wanted to affirm with his own two eyes that it was indeed Juliette's hand stroking him gently yet teasingly. As much as he didn't want her to please him tonight, the way she asked him so seductively could only let out a yes from him. "Why of course, love. It's your turn now." He told her with a gentle kiss on her forhead. As she stroked his member, Mike's fingers started playing with her nipples. He drew circles and lightly pinched the pink nubs until they perked up to welcome the new sensations.

"Explore me all you want, love," He said. "My body is all yours tonight. I'm all yours tonight."

(( Short response to make way for what you want to happen <3 ))

When he gasped, she was sure he hurt him or something horrible. Her hand released him, but still hovered close as she looked worriedly in his eyes. Surely she hadn't grabbed him that hard. To her relief, he it was surprise. It made her chuckle, seeing him a bit surprised. It made her want to surprise him some more. Somehow, she had a feeling if she told him about herself being an avid porn watcher, he may never let her live that down. Especially after this night was over. Besides, she liked having him guess where she may have learned this stuff. After all, top in her class, she was a pretty fast learner. Not that she should brag or anything.

His groan was all she needed to give her that boost of bravery. Her entire body craved to hear such a low and inviting noise again. Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead. Now with confirmation she had been pulling the right moves, her dainty hand wrapped around him once more. Silently, she marveled at the size of him, not only the length, but the girth of his cock in general. Her hand had begun to move once more, teasingly slow as she had before. This time however, it was more to drive him crazy than to be cautious. At the same time, she couldn't pay much attention to him with him playing with her nipples. They were incredibly sensitive from lack of stimulation. She wasn't really one to play with her breasts when masturbating, so the sudden shocks of pleasure they gave her took her by surprise. Once more she crooned, looking up at him and shaking her head. "Nuh-uh. It's your turn...So hands off." she clicked her tongue, moving his hands with her free one. Gazing down at her hand, she watched in fascination the way it looked to see her hand stroking at him slowly. She could feel him grow harder with every move she made. At this point, she wanted to see if she could really get him going.

Her lips scattered kisses on his skin starting from his shoulder up to the nape of his neck. They brushed against his jawline and then moved to his ear, experimenting by biting his earlobe just once before moving to his lips. There was a sudden urge to see what a french kiss was like, and hell, she would only get one once. Almost timidly, she trailed her tongue on his bottom lip, gently biting at it as signal to open his mouth. When he did, her tongue very shyly found his. The kiss was slow at first, Juliette obviously testing the waters if she even liked it. And oh, did she like it. Sighing contently against his lips, she relaxed a bit. Her free hand wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. The sound of their lips and tongues became all she could hear as well as the mingling of their breathing. Gosh, she hoped she was doing it right. All the while, her hand had sped up just a bit, jerking at him just slightly faster. Her rubbing the tip of his cock in a small circle. The arm around his neck loosened a bit, and she ran her fingers through his hair as she had so many times already. It was so smooth, and it still smelled of shampoo. Giving him one last kiss, she pulled back, her eyes giving hint to that impious sexual demon inside of her.

Her fingers moved to slide down his cheek to his neck, then to his shoulder and arm until he found his hand. She lifted it to her lips, pecking it before pulling him toward the head of the bed. "Switch with me." she smiled promptly, eyeing the headboard and allowing him to sit up against it. His legs were now spread apart, and carefully, she situated her body in the spot between them. Now here she was, laying on her belly, her legs in the air and kicking back and forth out of reflex. Sometimes at home she would read in this position. Except, usually there was a book in front of her and not well, a really delicious looking cock. Suddenly, she felt very shy knowing his eyes were on her. There were so many thoughts going through her head. Could she really do this right? What if she looked stupid? Maybe he was expecting nothing special? That last question felt more like a challenge the more she thought about it. She had seen so many blowjobs, not that she was proud of it. But enough to have an idea of where to put her mouth at the very least. She wasn't one for watching rough blowjobs, so she hoped he wasn't thinking she could do that. Hell, he probably didn't think she knew what she was doing.

But that's where she wanted to surprise him.

"Just...just tell me if I do something wrong, okay?" She asked timidly just as she began to stroke him again. The more she watched herself stroking him, the more worked up she got. Getting eaten out was one of her wishes on her 'sexual wish list,' and this was another out of the many she had. Her free hand reached up and rubbed his outer thigh carefully, trying to remember the way the women in the videos caressed their partners. Honestly, she wasn't sure where to start. In her head, she was screaming at herself just to put him in her mouth. Hell, maybe she was thinking too much into this. What she wanted more than anything was to make him squirm just as he had to her. She wanted to hear him, make him feel good. So why just...go by what she thought would make him feel good? With a deep and shaky breath, she got to work.

Her hand slowed down suddenly as she closed her eyes and placed a kiss on the top of his cock. It sent butterflies through her entire body, but in an exciting way that egged her on. She moved her kisses lower and lower down his shaft until she reached the very base. And then, she opened her eyes, catching his gaze just as she gave a painfully slow lick all the way back to the top. Just the look on his face sent a fire burning all the way from her face down to her core. Juliette felt herself getting wetter already. She let the fire set in, moving her to become a bit bolder and use her tongue a bit more on him. With the base of his shaft back in her hand, she began her slow movements once more, her lips brushing against the rest of his shaft while she began to purr. For a long while, all she did was use her tongue, tilting her head and allowing her access to every angle of him until his entire length was covered in her saliva. It allowed her hand to stroke at him a bit faster. Gosh, she really, really hoped she was doing this right.

Her breaths had grown hotter and hotter and she felt herself getting lost in her actions. She moved her lips back up to the head of his cock, licking the very tip with a tap of her tongue before allowing her lips to close around him. She was cautious, only suckling him with the gentlest of care. The hand rubbing his thigh moved higher toward his stomach, her fingertips caressing him. Meanwhile, she reveled in the feeling of actually having his cock in her mouth. Never had she ever imagined she would actually...really enjoy sucking someone off. But hell, it made her feel like she was going to melt. It was the sexiest thing she had ever done. With her eyes closed, she moaned lifting her lips off of him and cooing, stroking him at a moderate pace as she glanced up into his eyes with her own lidded ones. His reaction alone was enough to push her to continue.

Her lips enveloped him again, pushing him just a bit farther into her mouth with ever bob of her head. She didn't go very far however knowing full well she would probably gag, and she found the thought rather disgusting. But instead, she bobbed her head slowly, using the same pace she had when she teased him while stroking. Her eyes shut again in lust as she murmured, purring and moaning at the musky taste he had. She didn't know how much longer he was going to last, but the aching of her pussy was becoming almost too much to bear. And that was just from the taste of him alone. The noises he was making didn't help either. The more she licked and suckled him, the hotter she felt, to the point where she thought she was burning. But she wouldn't budge, not until he came for her like he had gotten her to. Her eyes opened, and gave him a look that just invited him to cum for her.

The kiss was slow, sensual, and innocent but Mike loved how their lips synced in the French kiss. Her tongue was shy but he guided it with his own, swirling his tongue with hers in a slow dance. It was no surprise he loved how she tasted again. The kiss broke almost too soon, though. He was close to forcing his lips on hers again but all of a sudden, she looked at him with eyes that seemed so alien to him. It was like a whole new person was looking at him with such lustful eyes but he loved it. It gave him the go signal as well to let loose, even just for a bit. He knew there was no need to fully hold back because she seemed to know a lot, lot more than what he expected her to know.

The foreplay that followed was like drugs to him. He got intoxicated and lost in it mainly because he rarely was on the receiving end and if he was, he never enjoyed it. The pleasure was real, yes, but it was not the pleasure he enjoyed unlike this one. It got him in the mood all the more when she took full control of the whole situation even to a point of brushing his hand away. "Hands off," she said. Such a dominant girl for someone supposedly shy and timid that she was. Mike admitted he extremely underestimated her, but he wasn't complaining. He'd love to see more of what people couldn't and perhaps wouldn't see from her. When she shifted their positions and he found her in between his thighs, he couldn't help licking his lips at the sight. Little did she know that he was staring at the perfect curves of her bottom and eyed every inch of her until the curves of her waist. He allowed her to play with him more in ways he didn't expect. He brushed the hair away from her face and held her hair as her mouth worked its game on his shaft. Porn, he thought. He was most definite that porn taught her this. There was a form of showmanship with theway she moved, a form of expertise that didn't come from someone who didn't know anything at all. She knew where to lick and how to lick which made him groan in delight more.

"Ah, baby, agghh... yes baby, right there, oh fuck... fuck, baby..." Mike rarely made noises. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, this was the first time he made such noises of pure delight. Usually, his words were rough. The words were usually along the lines of "you want that, right? Take it" or "Is that the best you can do? Come on, suck harder" and other demanding shit like that. But with Juliette, in this night of no masks and no faking, Mike decided to let loose on how he really felt. He felt so good and he wanted her to know. He wanted to give her the confidence boost and to urge her to continue. She was doing the finest blowjob any guy could ever receive and he loved the idea that he was the first one to get it from her. His cock was the first that entered her mouth. His cock was the first cock she ever knew.

In the course of it all, he found himself groaning in pure ecstasy. He'd moan her name out once in a while as he stroked the top of her head while his cock occupied her entire mouth. Her teeth would brush his shaft occasionally and although it stung just a tad bit, he didn't mind. He loved the innocence it indicated because it gave him the assurance that no other man entered her mouth. Once in a while, he found himself slightly humping her mouth but he made sure it wouldn't go too far that might end up choking or gagging her. He didn't want that to happen. Mike closed his eyes to allow himself to get lost in pleasure but once he felt the pressure building up inside him, he looked at her only to find her looking at him with the same lustful eyes that met his own before she started taking control. Did she know he was about to cum? More importantly, did she urge her to cum in her mouth? The thought frightened him slightly because he didn't know if Juliette, oh so seemingly-innocent Juliette, would want that. She might have watched it in porns, yes, but he wasn't sure if she'd actually like that to happen in real life.

But her eyes. God, those eyes were too inviting. Her lustful stare alone was enough to put his body in heat, to make him want to pull right out of her mouth and insert himself into that virgin pussy oh so slowly and sensually. He wanted her. Goddamn it, he wanted her so bad.

"Baby, I'm... I'm about to--" He stroked her head lightly and tried to push her away just a bit but when she kept her place and kept that lustful stare, he ended up quivering slightly as his cock tensed before shooting his load inside her mouth. The groan and moan that left his lips was a sound he never heard coming from himself before and if he didn't own the entire penthouse, perhaps his neighbors could've heard the sound he made. God, he almost filled her mouth with cum.

Slowly, he pulled himself away from her and wiped the side of her mouth. "Someone's being naughty in her bedroom," he teased her with a soft chuckle, in such a way that was playful and friendly, assuring her that he didn't mind the idea at all. In fact, it turned him on. Juliette the bookworm, Juliette the good girl, Juliette who hid her sexy curves under a pile of loose clothing, could most probably be doing naughty things in her room at night. Shit, the thought itself was enough to awaken his sexual drives again, making his limp cock roar back to life. He kissed the top of her head to assure her more. "Don't worry, love," he uttered with his lips brushing on the shell of her ear again. "I love innocently naughty girls."

It was his sexual demon's turn to awaken.

Mike shifted their positions once more until he topped her again. He returned the favor of the French kiss she gave him earlier and kissed her with the same passion, love, and lust. There was a part of him that wanted her to become a good kisser which is why he silently taught her how the tongue should move. He guided her timid one in a slow dance once more and he let both their tongues enjoy their dance for a while. After tonight, her tongue wouldn't be dancing with his own. After tonight, some other cock would get to know her mouth. After tonight, some other guy would get to see this side of her. The stupid thoughts almost made him stop, but he allowed one single thought to dominate over the shitty ones: tonight, she was his and his alone.

Gently, he broke the kiss.

"Juliette," he began as he knelt down in between her legs and slowly parting her legs to make way for him. He didn't look at her exposed pussy. No. Instead, he looked straight into her eyes as he spoke, and he smiled at her the way he had been smiling to her all night. "I hope you won't forget this night, because I most definitely wouldn't. And Juliette," he almost couldn't bring himself to say what he said next. "Please don't forget the Mike you met tonight. I-- I'm not a jerk, Juliette. And none of this was lie. Sure, some of it had been driven by alcohol but the alcohol was just for confidence and-- and oh god, why am I saying all this now and--" there was a sad chuckle in the course of his short speech. "You're just so goddamn beautiful so thank you for giving me this night. Thank you, Juliette." He leaned down to give her one last kiss before the main event began. Parting her legs once more, he ever so gently inserted his throbbing cock inside her virgin pussy. He made sure he went at a slow and gentle pace so that he wouldn't end up hurting her too much. A tight pussy felt so, so good, Mike ended up groaning as every inch of him ventured deeper. "Please tell me if it hurts, love. I don't want to end up hurting you," he said in between lustful groans and heavy breaths. Mike inched further and further until he felt her loosening up. He opened his eyes to look at what was happening and he saw the blood trailing down from her pussy. It made him panic for a while but he knew virgins almost always bled the first time. Mike pulled himself out slightly before rocking his hips again to thrust further inside. Soon, the bleeding stopped and the inside of her became more accustomed to his cock, welcoming his boy parts with its warm embrace. When Mike was sure it was a little safer already, he started thrusting in and out of her gently and slowly without pushing himself fully inside. He only wanted to go as far as her no-longer-virgin pussy accomodated.

"You feel so good, love." Mike held her legs for support as he thrusted in and out of her at a slightly faster pace, all the while groaning and moaning in delight. He watched as her breasts bounced at every moment and he watched every facial expression her pretty face made.

There was something about him calling her baby that really got her going. Whether it was because he was just calling her something sweet in general or the fact he was saying it out of pleasure, she wasn't really sure. She purred and grew wetter with every chant of it from his mouth. Honestly, she couldn't help but be a little proud of herself- her first time doing this and all and getting such a positive and very much welcomed reaction from him. All that porn to satisfy her own sexual needs really paid off when it came to satisfying someone else's. She adored the sounds he made, especially when he called her name. She would suck him off all night long if it meant hearing him say her name like that. She was feeling so brave all of a sudden, so confident just knowing she was bringing him so much goddamn pleasure. In fact, she almost opened her mouth to ask if he wanted more. But she was much too engrossed in having him in her mouth.

When he began to just barely move his hips she moaned in response, very much liking the response his body was giving her. She laid there, and although very much concentrating on pleasing him with her mouth and tongue, she couldn't help but watch his body language in fascination. His eyes, clouded with lust just like hers, had closed and his head lulled back. The way his well-hidden Russian accent was beginning to slip with every groan of pleasure. She didn't understand why he would ever want to hide it. It made him all the more alluring, even charming. And she wasn't one to really know about publicity, but every girl would melt from just a word coming from his mouth. Juliette had gotten too distracted in studying him, because his warning didn't really hit her until it was too late. Something hot and thick hit her tongue and she blinked in surprise. When it registered what had happened, she smiled a bit, suckling on him very gently before sliding him out of her mouth. The taste of him was musky, almost overwhelmingly so- to the point where her woman parts tingled with need. Her tongue ran over her lips, tasting anything left of him she might have missed. Although it was a strange taste-

She most definitely loved it.

She gave his newly hardening cock one last stroke, placing a gentle kiss on the top of it as she felt him wipe the side of her mouth. The moment he began to tease her, she blushed quite noticeably. Oh gosh, he found her out. And here she was hoping he would think she was naturally gifted. She looked away from him as she began to sit up. There was a feeling of insecurity in the fact that his opinion on her could change. She didn't want to be labeled as dirty, even though that was what she was. There was just such a negative connotation to it. After years of going even without her first kiss, how could she possibly help herself? In the midst of her worries, his breath tickling her ear brought her back. His reassurance made the corners of her mouth rise just a bit. Innocently naughty, hmm? Well, that wasn't so bad. And she would admit, being naughty was sort of fun, since clearly she didn't get that many thrills in her life.

Once more, her body laid against the comforter, her arms locking around his shoulders as the familiar sensation of his lips ghosted over her's. Although very shy at first, her tongue grew to learn his dance. With each kiss she felt her body grow warmer and warmer, and suddenly she became painfully aware of how much her pussy had been aching. Their french kiss drew out for so long that her tongue threatened to grow tired. When he pulled away, her head followed before falling back on the bed, breathless and still very needy.

When he began to speak, her mind slowly registered what was going to happen. There was a sudden anxiety mixed with anticipation that made her feel almost antsy. But the sound of his voice calmed her mind. His words hit her heart in a way that she just couldn't bear. It was bittersweet knowing that there had been truth to everything both of them had said tonight, but also knowing it would basically all be erased in a matter of hours. Biting her lip, she reached her hand up, placing it against his lips in a signal to just stop talking, and allow them to enjoy this rather than dwell on what would happen when all of this was over. He responded by giving her one more kiss before beginning to enter her. The initial feeling of his cock against her nether lips made her gasp, but once he began to enter her, she forced herself to bite down on her lip, not wanting him to worry about her. It hurt, a lot. But it could have been worse if she wasn't used to fingering herself, and he hadn't fingered her earlier. If it wasn't for his groans, he may have heard her whimper a bit in hopes to not voice her pain. The pain didn't worry her as much when she realized that she might be breathing. Juliette was far more concerned by the idea of her blood staining his bedsheets. She whispered apologies while trying her hardest not to let him know she was hurting.

For a short while, it was like a sting. Nothing awful, just quite uncomfortable. But there was one point where pain shifted into pleasure, and the rocking of his hips became welcomed. Those whimpers of pain she had been trying to suppress spilled out of her mouth as those of pleasure. His slow body movements are what first drove her wild. She could feel him enter her, ever inch of him slow and teasing. She knew quite well it wasn't his intention to tease her, but to be careful. It didn't matter though. Now that her body was used to him, it began to crave him more. Juliette marveled how he filled her just right. The girth of him just slid against every little spot that made her melt. It was at such a slow pace her hips had automatically moved to meet his thrusts, the friction of their skin meeting tantalizing, setting the surrounding areas of skin aflame. But his slow pace became little for her, she wanted more. Both their bodies craved the same thing, and he began to speed up to her delight.

Her arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his shoulders ever so lightly as his thrusts began to move her body more. She felt her breasts bounce, embarrassing her knowing that he could be staring at them. To her surprise however, he was looking at her face. Their eyes met, and she wondered if he could just gaze into him and know she was falling victim to the pleasure that sex could bring. She closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side and looking away bashfully. This was the most vulnerable she ever felt. Even with her confidence earlier, she could only imagine the way her face was contorting in pleasure, pleasure he was giving her. He was giving her so many new feelings to the point where she felt she could faint from being overwhelmed. But there was that sexual invigoration that came with the idea of his eyes on her. There as no way to hide her pleasure, the way her eyes shut tightly, the way her body rolled to meet his with every thrust, the way her voice filled the room with cries. She couldn't hide from him, she didn't want to hide from him.

When he hit a steady pace, she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him relief from supporting her. Now free of anything holding him back, she pulled him closer to her. Meshing her chest against his, her breasts brushing against his chiseled features with every move of his body. There was so much heat radiating from every part of her body. She was sure she was melting around his cock the more he entered her. Her body felt like a fire, the more he fed her his affections, the hotter she grew. She grew greedy however in her need for both of the to feel pleasure. In her need, she began to move her hips considerably against his thrusts, grinding against him until he entered her at just the right angle. At that moment, his cock brushed up against that spot he fingered oh so gingerly earlier. She tightened around him, convulsing in pleasure but not even having cummed yet.

The sound of his praise really did it. She purred in bliss, silencing the moans that followed after by planting her lips against his own. The sound of his voice, his kisses, his cock hitting every single sweet spot of hers. It's what made her realize how wonderful sex could be. How pleasurable sex with him was. She couldn't get enough, and she wanted more, oh so much more. She wanted more of him, more of his moans, more of his kisses, more of her name falling from his lips. She wanted to feel so much more before this night was over. She was sure nothing she ever did would feel this absolutely euphoric every again. And she wanted him to know how good he was making her feel.

"Hah-haaah..." She moaned, taking his lips into one more kiss before pulling back ever so slightly. "Please, Mike-" She was cut off by him hitting that spot again, her head lulling back a bit before groaning. "-Harder." She purred, opening her lusty eyes and staring up at him, her fingers curling through his hair. When he complied, she could hear that wet and sloppy sound her pussy had made earlier. This time it was the sound of his cock thrusting into her with such delicious drive. She had gotten so wet with him fucking her that he needed no effort to thrust into her all the way. "Hit that spot again...yes. Ahhhh, yes! You...you feel j-ahh. Just amazing." She let her own praise fall from her lips. He felt so good. Too good in fact.

And than she figured out why.

Oh gosh. Oh GOSH. She suddenly became very aware that he did not put a condom on. Through the lust and the bliss. She could feel herself on the edge of control. She could feel that sudden pressure building in her core, and she knew that she had to warn him. Both her hands cupped his pleasure ridden face. Her tongue danced with his in between her moaning, and she pulled away every so slightly. Her eyes were shut, concentrating on his thrusts and the pulses that shook her. "I can't last much longer, hhah- but. Please." She murmured in his ear. "Do not cum inside of me. Please." She really wished he could. Nothing would be hotter than experiencing the feeling of him emptying his seed into her, but there was no way she would risk getting pregnant. No way.

She wanted to hold on for as long as she possibly could, but her body couldn't take this much of such wonderful feelings. She had grown so hot and wet around him, her hips desperately moving to accommodate him and his oh so wonderful cock. The closer she got to climax, the more she had begun to chant and call his name, beckoning him to release. All she wanted was to cum, to cum with him inside of her, but she was frightened that he wouldn't be able to pull out.

The way she moaned and urged him to go faster and deeper drove him crazy. For the first time that night, Mike actually entertained the silly idea that they were boyfriend-girlfriend having sex for the first time so, as the boyfriend, he thought of the best possible way to move and thrust to make his girlfriend feel good. And she was feeling good. He knew it. The way her hands clung on to his shoulders, the way she moaned, the way she kissed him, the way her hips met his to urge him to go faster, it all told him that she was feeling good beyond words. As her legs wrapped around his waist, Mike thrusted deeper and faster inside her that his entire cock almost slid in fully inside. His scrotum was already close to hitting her opening and the thought itself was too much to bear. Could he actually bring himself inside all the way? Was she ready for that?

Good God, she was.

Juliette's hips continued meeting his own which inched his cock further inside until his shaft started hitting all spots that triggered everything that could make her feel good. She started telling him how amazing he felt and he started groaning louder and louder at every thrust he did. Her moans and his groans meshed together in some sort of sex music that echoed in the four walls of his room, making him feel hotter all the more. These sounds were of pure ecstasy, of sincere pleasure, and it was the sound of the best sex he ever had. In fact, it's the first real sex he ever had and up until now, he didn't realize sex could actually feel this good.

"Aggh, baby, you are so hot," he said with his voice coated with his true accent. "Mgghh... baby, agghh... fuck... mngghh you are so good, baby..." He complimented her at every thrust he did and urged her to become more confident about herself than how she already was. They kissed and made love for a few more minutes until he heard her telling him that she was already close to her limits. And he was, too. Her request was a little cloudy in his mind but he found it cute and innocent nonetheless, that she actually asked him not to cum inside her. Of course he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't risk getting her pregnant. "Baby... I'm about to-- aghhh..." Mike thrusted the last few thrusts as fast and as deep as he could without hurting her but enough to make her scream in delight before he pulled out and jerked his cock with his hand. He moaned and groaned louder as his hand worked its way on his aching shaft until the final squeeze made him groan his loudest sound that night as he shot his sexual liquids on her stomach. He continued jerking and groaning until the last drop slid from the tip of his cock, making his boy parts limp again.

That was the best sex ever.

Mike plopped back down on the bed and shifted her so that they'd face one another. "God, Juliette," he said. For a while, nothing followed those words. He simply smiled at her as he stroked her face with the back of his hand and with his fingers. His eyes were obviously lingering at every inch of her face because his pupils weren't fixed on just one spot. His gaze lingered on her eyes, down to her nose, to her lips, to her cheeks, and everything else. He kept his gaze on her face as his hand ventured downward until it brushed against the side of her breast. His hand soon found her waist. His arms then wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer in an embrace so that their naked bodies were pressed against each other. This time, it wasn't for sexual purposes. He simply just held her close to him, allowing every inch of his body to get to know every inch of hers.

It was too perfect to be real.

"Ya khotel by byt' s toboy vse vremya."

That was supposed to be in his mind alone so Mike was quite surprised he heard himself say it out loud. Goddamn it, he had a habit of saying what's in his mind and talking to himself in Russian when he's alone yet despite the professional discpline of not doing that in public or in front of anyone else, those words slipped out of him so naturally. I wish I could be with you all the time, he had said.

The thought made him smile a sad smile. "I hope you won't ever forget this night, love," He told her, hoping that those words served as the translation in her mind. Mike kissed the top of her forehead and kept his lips pressed against her skin for a while before pulling away. He needed to pull away. He needed to stop himself from kissing further down until their lips would meet again because he knew he wouldn't be able to stop and continuing would just be painful.

This was so stupid. This night was supposedly just to give her the best first sex ever and, well, somehow for his ego as well so that she'd always remember who was her first but an ache in his heart suddenly existed upon the realization that this night would only remain this night.

And speaking of this night, he had a promise to fulfill.

"Oh shit." Mike snapped back to his senses as he glanced at the digital alarm clock on his table. 12:45am. Fuck. In an instant, he sat up. "I gotta get you home, shit, I promised you. Goddamn it why did I forget. Fuck." Mike got up from the bed and walked in his naked glory towards the bathroom inside his room to get a towel which he wrapped around his waist. He started pacing back and forth in a slight panic as he obviously refused to meet her eyes.

He didn't want her to see how painful ending this night was to him.

"You have to fix up, love. I have to get you home. I promised you," He said, again with his thick accent. Mike kept his head down as he paced back and forth. He could feel the ache in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

The moments to come were a blur nothing short of euphoria. The sound of his pleasure plagued her ears in the most wonderful ways, his breathe hot against her ear. Honestly she had only been concentrating on him, not the sounds she was making. She was loud, a singer's voice she really did have. But she lost her inhibitions to be quiet a while ago. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would lose her voice. Every blissful noise that came from her felt so natural, though. Nothing was strained no matter how loudly she cried out for him. She was honestly surprised her voice could get so loud, it was actually more embarrassing than moaning in general. Gosh, she hoped he didn't have neighbors. But if he did, none of it mattered. Not now, not when the two of them were so engrossed in each other's pleasure to the point of bursting. She had listened to his own moans shift, becoming louder and more needy just as her own did. It made her want to smile knowing that it was just as good for him as it was for her. She was sure he had sex before, just from how eloquently he moved. But she hoped that she was the only one that got to hear him speak so sensually, to look so lost in pleasure.

Each compliment set her insides even more so on fire. He showered her with them with every thrust and she almost couldn't take it. There was so much she wanted to say to him, so much praise she wanted to give him for the overwhelming ecstasy he was gifting to her. But the words got jumbled up every time a thrust shook her body. The closer she got to climax, the more her body quaked under his. At this point her hips felt as if they were moving on their own, craving the highest peak of sexual pleasure. She really didn't have much longer and she hoped that she wasn't cumming too far before him. Her endurance had lasted a lot longer than she thought, but her newly sex-given body could only take so much the first time.

His voice in her ear so blissfully strained helped her to realize he wasn't far behind. The fear that he may just burst inside her dissipated, all she wanted was that sweet release. Near the end of their love making, he hit all sorts of lovely spots that made her almost go blind from pleasure. Juliette buried her face in his neck planting a kiss on his skin before screaming his name in rapture. Her slender fingers dug into his back, and with a few quivers of her body, she let everything go. Juliette rode that high for as long as she could, grinding her hips against him before he pulled out of her. For a long while, her mind went completely blank. She could hear the lovely sound of him crying out to her, the vision of his face contorting in ecstasy, and the feeling of his warmth spilling onto her stomach.


The next thing she knew, she was completely breathless and laying beside a very flushed and smiling Mike. Her chest rose and fell quickly for a long time before it finally slowed, sauntering to deep breaths before she found herself chuckling. "My..." She took another deep and shaky breath, before carefully reaching up to his hand with a feather touch of her fingers while he stroked her face. For the first time, she reached up and grazed his cheek with a few of her slender fingers. "My sentiments...exactly." She crooned, fondly taking in his flushed cheeks, red and rosy, with her eyes. Realizing what was soon coming however she pulled her hand away from him. She used all the willpower she could gather not to lean into his touch. But he decided to make things harder by pulling her against him. His warmth hit her with a wave of sleepiness. That sex took all the energy out her in the best way possible. Her body thought the urge to sleep, holding onto anything that would keep her from falling asleep and ending this moment too soon. His soothing Russian tongue made her smile softly, meeting his bittersweet gaze just before he planted a kiss on her forehead.

This wasn't fair.

There was so much that just wasn't fair about this for the both of them, she didn't even know where to start though. Her mouth had opened to tell him 'of course I wouldn't,' but he shot off the bed before she even had the chance. Now, she should be freaking out too, which she was. But she realized the time right when her wits came about her once more. It was late, really late. There was no way they would make it to her apartment in 15 minutes. She sat up slowly, her body feeling like jelly and nearly falling right back to hit the pillow. Watching him with quite the worried expression, she opened her mouth. Ready to tell him that it wasn't his fault and he needed to slow down. She should talk, though. After all, she was the queen of panicking.

"Hey- shhh. Slow down." Juliette began to move off the bed, her tone soothing despite the panic growing inside of her. For once, she wasn't really sure what was going to happen. She had a feeling she would be kept under house arrest for the rest of her college days, or worse. But what scared her was their first reaction, how mad they would be at her. She had seen how worked up they got when they spoke about her mother, now she could only imagine. If she was late, it wasn't Mike's fault. There was no way she could just show up at home at this time of night. If they weren't home already, they would be home right as they pulled up, or right as she walked in the door. Then again, if they showed up and didn't see her there, she knew they would call the police. Ugh, this wasn't good. At this point, after her thoughts had sat for a while in her own head, she had begun to panic a bit more. Every emotion plaguing him was attacking her as well. She was panicking, scared, and frustrated. There was an aching in her chest that grew the more she thought about going home. Watching him in so much conflict however, all she wanted was to comfort him. But if she embraced him now, there was no way she could just leave.

It would make things so much harder.

To both their horror, her phone began to ring. Her dark eyes widened and turned in the direction of her small, black purse. Oh gosh. That was them. Who else could it be? It was either her grandparents: A. At home and calling her to demand where the hell she was, or B. the police wondering where the hell she was. She had walked over to it and picked it up, staring at it while biting her lip like crazy before reading the caller I.D. It was them. Her mind began going over how to act. She thought about letting it ring as well, pretending like she was asleep. But if she didn't answer, that would just make them more upset. So with a giant breath in to calm herself, she clicked the 'answer' icon.

"...Hello?" She asked in a tired voice, faking a yawn in there as well and glancing at Mike. Her pointer finger pressed against her lips to signal him to be silent.

"Juliette? Mahal?" Her grandmother asked, loud music in the background. Juliette's eyebrows raised in surprise. That sounded like...party music? She could hear people laughing in the background.

"Um...yes? What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, trying to keep her tired act going.

"Well, your Lolo had a bit too much to drink, I guess it's been a while since his last good party." Her grandmother sighed, clicking her tongue. "So it turns out we are going to spend the night here since he can't drive, and I drank a bit too. I just don't want to risk it." Juliette could not believe her ears. This was the strangest stroke of luck she had ever come across. Luck or fate or something must have been on her side. Her body language visibly changed, her shoulders up and her lips slowly curling into a smile.

"O-Okay, um." She began trying to hide her elation. "What time will you be back?"

"Early if I have anything to do with it. We should be back around 8 a.m. I'm sorry for waking you, mahal. Go back to bed and we will be there when you wake up. I love you."

"I love you too, Lola. Be careful, okay?" And with that, the phone call ended. Her hand slowly pulled the device from her ear, and she stared at it with very wide eyes. She just couldn't believe it. Of all nights, something so convenient could have happened, and it did. Her grandparent's setback wouldn't change the fact their night would come to an end, but- "They...They aren't coming home tonight. They are coming home tomorrow." Despite her better judgement, she walked over to him and took his hand, squeezing it and beaming before realizing that she would only make things harder and pulling it back. Her smile, although not as bright, was still glued to her face and hopeful. "I can stay a little longer." And that meant their time together wouldn't have to end so suddenly. "C-Can I?" Her gaze was nothing short of puppy-dog eyes, her hopes soaring from such a favorable change of events.

All she wanted was a little more time. She would do anything for just a few more moments. They didn't have to kiss or make love, she just wanted to be near him.

And she got her wish. Their naked bodies, worn from their first real love-making, lay sleeping beside each other soon after the phone call ended. Juliette clung to his warmth, his scent, the sound of his heart where her head lay against his chest, everything.

---

The next morning, she awoke long before he did. She hadn't set an alarm knowing that he would have woken up. And before she fell into deep sleep, she had planned not to have him take her home. It was selfish, but she knew if he took her home that really cutting ties between who they really were would be so much harder. Waking up early was easy for her, she had done it so much that her biological clock just naturally made her an early riser.

Her eyes opened slowly, a bit surprised by the site of a sleeping Mike before realizing everything that happened last night. Her gaze turned soft, her hand reaching over and moving his blond locks from his sleeping face. It took everything she had not to kiss his forehead, or caress his cheek. No, she needed to get out of there before things got any harder. Slowly, she maneuvered her way out of his sleeping grasp. Moving about his room without making noise was easy, after all she woke up early all the time in her house and had to work to try not to wake her grandparents up. She grabbed all of her articles of clothing on the floor and changed into the clothes she had on before she had put the cocktail dress on. Moving toward the bedroom door, her eyes did one more sweep on the bedroom, double checking to see if she forgot anything. And that was when she allowed her eyes to linger on Mike one last time. This was it. This was the last time she would ever see the true Mike Romanov, the sweet, English failing, regular guy who called her 'love' with a Russian accent.

Her eyes suddenly felt watery. No, no- why was she crying? There was no reason for her to cry. But one tear turned to two, and she whispered one last 'thank you' before angrily turning around and quietly turning the doorknob.

Then she was gone.

Her car pulling into her apartment parking spot hours before her grandparents were even meant to arrive. And the first thing she did was hide the dress and change into pajamas before crawling into her bed and wrapping herself in her blankets. The blankets couldn't compare to the warmth of his body, but they would do. All she wanted was to sleep and forget the raw anger and sadness that had hit her like a brick wall the moment she had left his penthouse. What was wrong with her? Why was she crying? Why did she feel so upset?

Why did she suddenly feel so lonely when things were just going to be back to the way they were?

Mike could hear her voice but her words were nothing but muffled sounds. His mind continued to torture him while his heart continued aching so badly, he was surprised he wasn't throwing up blood yet at how tight his heart felt. Mike cursed mentally, accusing himself of taking it this far, yet he couldn't deny the pure bliss and the genuine happiness he felt the entire night. As Juliette spoke on the phone, Mike replayed the entire night in his mind. He remembered himself sitting by the pool and getting captured by that mysterious singer who turned out to be Juliette. He remembered watching her perform with all her heart as he tried his best not to smile too much because he knew other people might be watching his reaction knowing that Juliette was his date for the night. Mike also replayed their first few conflicting minutes in the room until Juliette had the guts to try on the skimpy lingerie. He could still feel what he felt when he laid eyes on her body for the first time and telling himself, wow, this girl is absolutely stunning. The thought made him smile again.

Mike was about to reach the moment when they started touching when he felt her hands on his, pulling him out of his misery. His eyes searched hers but when he heard her ask him if she could stay a while, the entire sorrow washed away from his system. Though she withdrew her hand away, Mike ended up embracing her as if afraid she'd disappear anytime. "Thank you. Oh my god, thank you," he told her. The entire night he held her close to him, their bodies flushed to kill every millimeter of space between them. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Mike slept a peaceful sleep with the sweetest girl in his arms.

When morning came though, the world of dreams was crushed by the hellish reality. He woke up feeling empty as he scanned his room for any sign of Juliette. Nothing. No notes, no anything. He felt betrayed, somehow, but he can't bring himself to get mad. He felt hurt, and he really wanted to get mad at her, but a part of him understood she needed to go and she needed to go fast. Still, a part of him wished there was a physical remembrance of what happened last night aside from the blood stains on his sheets. Why did they fall asleep? Suddenly there were regrets building up inside him, like how they could've spent the entire night getting to know more about each other in a less sexual manner. Maybe he could've told her more about himself. Maybe they could've taken some pictures. Hell, why were no pictures taken last night? Damn it. He would've loved to see her face in his phone every time this growing sensation of missing her occurs. Then again, he was thankful nonetheless, for being given the chance to sleep with her. He thanked the gods for doing some sort of twist in fate to allow them to be together longer. Those hours after they made love, those were just borrowed time. Mike figured he can't regret falling asleep because he could've fallen asleep alone in the first place yet there he was, sleeping so peacefully with Juliette in his arms. He needed to be thankful.

Yet the regrets sill lingered somewhere inside.

After a few more moments of wallowing in his own sorrow, Mike forced himself up, took a quick shower and changed into his regular house clothes. Thankfully it was Sunday and Sunday was his free day. He saw his naked body in the mirror as he got inside the shower and the events of last night started replaying again. He could still distinctly feel her hands and lips all over him. He could still distinctly feel how it felt inside her. He could hear her again, hear her songs of pure delight and pleasure echoing in his walls. There was an urge to touch himself all of a sudden, to replay how Juliette worked her way on his shaft, but his hands didn't feel as delightful as hers. In the end, the feeling of heightened arousal upon the memories of last night faded just like that.

As soon as he was done fixing himself, Mike took his phone and called Alex who most definitely got Juliette's number somewhere in her records. He paced back and forth again as he agonizingly waited for an answer.

"Alex, send me Juliette's number. Now," he demanded as soon as the call connected while he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Mike, if you have any concerns about her, you can just--"

"Why don't you just follow me and send me Juliette's number?"

"Mike she's a regular girl. She can give it out to-"

"Aren't you a regular girl, Alex?"

There was a long sigh at the other end of the line. "Fine. I'll send it to you in a bit."

"Good. I'm waiting."

At that, the call ended. He twirled his phone with his hand until he felt it vibrate again when Alex's message came through. It held nothing but Juliette's number. She better gave him the right one or else Mike swore to god he'd get her fired despite everything.

Taking a deep breath, Mike saved her number on his phone and gave her a call. It continued ringing and ringing, making time tick a lot slower and making his heart clench even more. It felt so unfair that their little fantasy had to end so soon. Would she even want to see him after last night? Would things still be the same in the next days? More importantly, would she want that to happen again? So many thoughts bombarded his mind as he waited for her to pick up but she never did. Was she sleeping or was she avoiding him? The latter thought almost made him throw his phone on the wall.

Mike gave up after three missed calls. Instead, he just sent her a text message which he typed, deleted, retyped, reworded, and everything else in between before sending it to her. It was funny, he thought, how he felt so self-conscious all of a sudden. Juliette loved to read. She loved literature. So, Mike figured, perhaps she had an affinity with words. Maybe she was one of those girls who loved lengthy messages. But what if he sent something lengthy, but held no meaning to it? Mike scratched his head. This was harder than he thought. He meant to have said something about hoping she arrived home safe, but that sounded too trivial and common. What if she ends up thinking of him poorly because of a poorly-crafted text message? Confusion, confusion. Mike didn't really understand why this mattered to him so much, but he just wanted to send one decent message to Juliette before she thinks that none of last night mattered to him. For goodness' sake it was everything that mattered to him and he just wanted her back and he wanted her here and oh for Christ's sake he just wanted to be with her. He wanted to guide her, watch her bloom into someone more confident than what she shows people. Of course, leaving out the sexually-confident her because he felt possessive over that trait of hers. He wanted to stay by her side always, even when she gets suitors (though he must admit the thought caused another pang in his heart) so that he could more or less see who was sincere or not, but being with her always entailed her privacy being at risk. Fuck this.

In the end, he sent a seemingly unemotional message yet it spoke a lot, he hoped, of what he felt.

"I hope you're home safe, love. Thank you for giving me the most wonderful night. Please see me again, okay? I'm looking forward to our tutorials. I'll work harder. -M.R."

Throughout the day, Mike felt emptier than ever. Suddenly, there was a new gap in his heart that ached a lot more than the other gaps. Alex wanted to drop by to check on him but Mike said he didn't want to see anyone. Well, he wanted to see one girl, but he knew it was impossible. Goddamn it, he didn't know her well, but he craved for her company already. He didn't know her well, but their instant intimacy got him clinging on to her. Was he in love? No, he couldn't be. Lonely, yes, and she treated her the way no one ever did. He saw her the way no one ever did. And he knew the same could be said for her.

Fuck this. The ache grew more intense.

He held his phone and stared at her number. He wanted to call her again, to send her a text message again, but he knew he wasn't some sort of boyfriend to do such things. So instead, to keep himself distracted, Mike took the book that was supposedly his assignment. Mike almost chuckled at their first memory when they both got off the wrong foot.

The entire afternoon, Mike spent his time reading the story of Pyramus and Thisbe and their forbidden love. It almost hurt the way they couldn't be together the same way Mike and Juliette couldn't progress from anything that they have now. First, Juliette's world was completely different from his own. From what he had assumed, a strict family is always worrying for her. It was nice somehow, because he didn't have his family worrying about him anymore, but it was such a huge boundary for them to hang out more often. Also, his world was something he didn't want to bring Juliette in. He didn't want her privacy to disappear just because he wanted her around him.

Fuck this.

Mike stared at his open window throughout the rest of the day. He couldn't wait for Monday to come and maybe, just maybe, their tutorials will ease the pain of his longing.

The first thing she awoke to was the smell of food. It meant the return of a regular day for her. Rising, she pulled her blankets around her tighter. All she wanted was to stay in bed a little longer. But on a normal Sunday she would be up and taking a shower. If anything in that routine changed, her grandparents would catch something was up in less than a second. A long sigh escaped her body and she began to move off her bed when her phone began to ring. The sound of her phone ringing nearly made her fall off the bed. Her phone never rang, and her grandparents were home, so who could it be? Her hand warily took the phone and removed it from it's charging cord. The number on the screen was one she didn't recognize. Heck, she never really recognized any numbers since it was rare for her to get calls. Even tool free calls or telemarketers were rare. Juliette never really liked answering unknown numbers, it made her nervous. She put it down letting it ring and watching it with curiously surprised eyes as it paused and began to ring again. It happened once more after that! Confused, once the ringing stopped she picked up the mobile again and went to the recent calls list, contemplating whether to call whoever it was back.

Her phone's screen lit up, and a text message appeared on her screen. Her heart ached upon immediately reading it. Just the reading over the word 'love' gave her context clues to know exactly who it was. How? How did he get her number? And what was he thinking calling her like that after they were supposed to go back to 'normal?' She racked her mind trying to figure out how the hell he was able to get her number when she remembered the first meeting between Professor Calouhan and Alexandra.

"That's right...I gave her my contact info." She murmured before chuckling sadly. "Did he actually go through the trouble to get it from her?" Her thumb was dangerously close to texting him back, but if she did, her grandparents would know. They were in charge of the phone plan after all. It was safer for both her and Mike if she didn't text back. Another reason, she didn't want to admit, was that it was much safer for her. Her finger clicked on the 'delete' icon and his message was gone in a flash. Reading his text had already started pulling her back into something that couldn't happen. Before she fell asleep she had kept repeating to herself over and over, that he didn't like her. That it was the alcohol talking, even when he said it wasn't. It was nothing but a fling. She knew in the back of her mind that was a bold-face lie. He hadn't been lying to her, and this text was evidence enough that he really might care for her.

Her heart began to race at the very thought. No, no, of course he wouldn't like her. What model would ever want someone plain like her in the big scheme of things when he could have Victoria's Secret models every night? The more she thought about it, the more worked up she got.

Shaking her head, she put the phone down, not wanting to think about it anymore. Her stomach felt heavy with both a bit of joy and the aching of sadness. She prayed the hot shower would clear her head a bit. She stripped of her loose, white tee before glancing in the mirror. Her eyes spied that love mark he left on her collarbone. Her cheeks burned as the image flashed in her mind and her knees began to get weak. Despite the arousal, what she felt more prominently upon gazing at the spot was sorrow.Her fingers brushed against the mark, and at that moment she wished she could feel him kissing her there again. Kissing her anywhere again. She forced her eyes away from her reflection and got into the shower. The hot water felt nice, washing away the sweat that had covered her body for obvious reasons just hours ago. Her mind kept flashing the image of his text in her mind, and she found herself sitting on the floor of the shower, her arms wrapping around her knees and pulling them against her. Sometimes she did this when she was deep in though, usually about plots in books or trying to figure out homework questions.

Never had she ever been plagued with thoughts about....well a boy.

Is this what she missed out on in middle school and high school? Thinking about boys? If she did miss out on that, she honestly would call herself lucky. Did she really like Mike? No, no of course not. She didn't know him. The first time she met him she was ready to slap him in the face. But, that wasn't really him, was it? Her first real glimpse of him just after her performance at the party, that was the first time she had been given butterflies by anyone. Sure, if a good book had a good description of some sort of romantic scene, sometimes she would get butterflies, but this was a totally different kind. Was there a book on this? Was there a book on 'how to know if you like a boy?' She wanted to kiss him, she want him to kiss her back, she wanted to see him smile at her, she wanted to see him chuckle and laugh, she wanted him to hold her, she wanted him to talk to her, even in that cute Russian accent. "Oh my gosh." She whispered and hugged her knees tighter, curling herself into a smaller ball.

She had only known him for a week. Maybe even a night. But, it was enough. Enough for her to know there was something there. Some sort of interest in him. A...crush? She wanted to know more about Mike Romanov, the that took her on that date, the one that kissed her for the first time, the one that slept with her and gave her the best first sex ever. The boy that hid himself behind a model's ego. It was even possible that these feelings were so new that she had no idea how to deal with them. But...she honestly wanted to think it was because, well, maybe she did like him, the like-like the girls in middle school would talk about. There was only one way to find out. Continue tutoring him in secret and risk growing close to him.

Juliette quickly grew both anxious and excited about tutoring him again.

--

Monday came the next day almost too slowly. Most likely because she was both looking forward to it, and quite honestly dreading it. The idea of seeing him gave her butterflies and made her want to throw at how potentially awkward it would be. They slept together. They slept together. The more she repeated that statement in her head, the more she wanted to avoid him at all costs. Not out of regret, but out of embarrassment for what he saw. He may have called her beautiful, but she still hadn't really accepted that compliment not being the alcohol talking. Whatever the case, she couldn't avoid him in school.

Getting out of the shower, her eyes briefly glanced at the mark at the mark, chuckling sadly at how he placed it so conveniently for her to hide it. She adorned herself in a pastel pink knitted sweater and a pair of black jeans and silver flats. Her fingers slid her black librarian glasses up her nose. Some things would never change. But today, with her hair in a tight pony tail yet again, she bobby pinned her bangs back with a smile. Maybe he would notice? The idea made her giddy and she forced herself not to think about it. After putting on her usual makeup, her daily routine began yet again.

When she arrived at school, it was the regular time. Today she didn't really need coffee. She hadn't stayed up that late doing the reading assignment mostly because she did all of her homework in need of something to distract herself. Like always, she dropped her notebooks on her desk in the lecture hall before waltzing up to the Professor's desk and asking him if he needed anything. Today, he didn't, so she took the time to go and sit down in her desk. At first, she just sat there, but the more she sat there anticipating even glancing at him when he walked in, the more antsy she grew. She fished out her purple pen and began to write him his on what to look out for in the reading tonight. He probably didn't do it, but if anything he could give it to Alexandria. He would be here when Calouhan gave out the assignment, so she wouldn't have to worry about writing out anything to help him do the homework easier. She would just have to sorta go over it with him, or rather tell him what to tell Alexandria.

With her headphones in her ears, she blasted the nerves of seeing him away with music while continuing his notes. People began to file in and honestly she had become scared to catch his eyes. If she looked, he would know she was looking. And she knew he couldn't smile at her with all these people around. Heck, she couldn't even smile at him with these people around. They would surely bombard her with questions remembering the other night and how they were literally forced into a bedroom. The two of them had played it off like nothing happened, but surely there were a select few that didn't believe that. So she kept her head facing downward toward her notebook.

The song on her iPod had ended just in time for class to start. And for a while, she concentrated on how the Professor went over the reading last night. Juliette listened intently, his explanations on everything had always been phenomenal, even when she did have trouble with theme concepts and conflict within the plot, he was always there to clear it up. However this portion of the book was pretty easy for her to understand. That in mind, the urge to just look at Mike became a temptation she couldn't bear. Playing with her pen in complete nervousness, she turned her head just slightly, her dark eyes finding his seat in the corner and spotting him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mike balanced his iPhone between his ear and his shoulder as he fixed the shoe laces of his Chuck Taylors. It felt weird and funny, being excited to go to school for the first time. It was a Monday, and he hated Mondays. He hated school too, so mixing them both in would most definitely and usually create a disaster which Alex almost always had to fix up. That morning, though, Mike found himself waking up an hour early to instantly hit the shower, eat light breakfast (he was never a morning person), and start preparing for school. Literature class only happened every Monday morning so that meant he only had to be in school every Monday morning. He couldn't remember if he was booked this week but he prayed and hoped at least his nights weren't. Though he only had Literature classes every Monday, he had tutoring sessions with Juliette every other night especially if the professor gave out homework. How funny, he silently prayed for homework this time.

The moment he got to school, things were very typical. A lot of students greeted him, asked him how he was and all that, but this time some questions were different. Where did they go after the party? Why did they disappear? Did they go out on a private date?

Did they have sex?

Mike, being the professional that he was, managed to lie easily. He simply said he took her out to dinner because he wanted to get decent meals for the both of them aside from the snacks and alcohol Douglas served for his guests. With a smile and a few pictures, Mike dismissed the crowd and headed to the classroom. Funny, he thought, how he had a gazillion photos with some of the students in the university but never one with Juliette. Mike smiled to himself as he made a mental note to ask for a photo from her tonight when the both of them are shielded from the prying eyes of others.

The top of her head is a sight so familiar to him already that it was the first thing he noticed upon entering the classroom. She had her headphones on as she scribbled on her notebook. Damn it, it was so hard not to smile. He remembered kissing her again and, for a brief moment, he wondered how she and the rest of the class would react if he tapped her shoulder and give her a soft kiss on the cheek. The temptation was there urging him to push through with it, but he remembered how questions would always bombard him even questions like "did you have sex with her?" so he decided to let it be. He can't give Juliette that kind of world. If he truly cared for her, he'd keep his distance from her in public.

For the first time in his entire career, he actually regretted being famous. He hated how he can't pursue some girl without causing commotion. He hated how he can't even greet her a simple good morning because people would always make up some sort of story. He hated how they're completely worlds apart. Most of all, he hated how he doesn't seem to exist all of a sudden. Come to think of it, she didn't even respond to his message. She left without a note. Now, she was ignoring him. It gave him all sorts of painful sensations in his heart, sensations he felt for the first time.

Since he sat the back of the room, Mike risked looking at her often yet she never looked at him. Not even a single glance. For a long time, it was like that.

Look at me, Juliette. Come on. Can't you feel that I'm looking at you? Why aren't you talking to me? I'm right here, love. I'm looking at you. Please look at me.

As if his thoughts reached her, Juliette slowly and discreetly turned her head, catching him red-handed. He was looking at her the moment she glanced to look at him. He didn't look away. In fact, he risked a slight smile.

But she looked away.

That was enough to bring him off the edge. He raised his hand to get the professor's attention. "Sir, I'm sorry but I'd have to excuse myself today," Mike said. His words were perfectly masked with the typical American slang. "My manager just called, I need to be somewhere." He didn't wait for a response anymore. Taking his things, Mike got up and walked out of the classroom. It wasn't new, actually, because he often excused himself in class. It's just that, usually, Alex did call him out and, it's just that, Mike expected there would be no need for that anymore. He begged her, goddamn it. He begged her not to forget that night. He begged her to remember him. The real him. But how come she was being like this? Was it because for the same reasons he had, for her to be saved from the prying questions of the public? He understood that, but how come she left without saying a word? How come his text message was ignored? None of that had the public involved. Mike clenched and unclenched his fists as he headed to his car to head back home. All day, he simply busied himself with answering some fanmails and tweeting back to some fans who tweeted to him. It was usually Alexandra's work to do that, but he had nothing better to do. If he didn't keep himself distracted, the thoughts would only continue to plague him. The pain would only continue to eat him up.

---

6:00pm came too soon. He wasn't even sure if he was ready to face her again after the obvious gap that happened between them after what was supposedly a memorable night. Alex already texted him, telling him that they were already parking downstairs. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he headed to his study room.

"Tell her to go straight to my study room. You can leave after. Thanks." Mike texted Alex.

"Of course." She replied.

Mike continued fiddling with his phone until he heard the locks of the door opening, followed by murmurs of two female voices, and then he heard the door open and close again. He took one last heavy sigh again before getting up from his seat and walking out to meet his tutor. Unlike the first time a similar scene like this happened, Mike was all smiles and his tone was friendly. This time, a mixture of pain and anger was plastered on his face and though his angry expression softened just a tad bit when he saw her face, he couldn't get rid of the pain.

"Why?" He started. His eyes searched her face again as his lips parted and closed a couple of times to say something but the words died out before they were even voiced out.

"Why are you ignoring me?" There were other why's in his mind. Why did you leave me without a word? Why didn't you respond to any of my calls or my one single text message? Why don't I exist to you of a sudden?

It was just a split second, just a glance at him. She even swore she saw him smile a bit, but she turned away because, 1. She was a complete nervous wreck and got a bit flustered upon simple eye contact, and 2. worried that the Professor would catch her not paying attention (he was known to be the type of teacher to call students out.) She wished she could have stared just a bit longer, maybe even give him a smile, although she knew fully well she couldn't with all those people around. After turning away though she felt her lips curling into a bit of a smile she hoped not even the Professor noticed.

All of a sudden, Mike's voice boomed through the lecture hall. Her stomach dropped. Was everything okay? It was natural for everyone's eyes to follow him, he had done this 'celebrity exit' before as far as she knew. So she turned around, her eyebrows knitting together as he quite frankly seemed to maybe even storm out of that classroom. Had...had she done something wrong? Or was it just the fact he literally could not sit through this class. As much as she wished he would like this class as much as she did, she prayed it was the initial situation. Still, as class went on, her anxiety seemed to increase ten-fold. What if she really made him upset? Was it because she looked at him? Was even looking at him too much with his 'image?' The very thought of his ego really acting up at something as simple as that made her grit her teeth. The rest of the class was a mixture of learning, frustration and complete anxiety for her. Still, there was a positive little blip inside of her that was looking forward to seeing him, maybe even talking if he didn't want to do the homework.

--

It was convenient for her to tutor mostly on Mondays due to the fact she didn't have work, and most of the time her grandparents were cooking at their restaurant for the night. She was supposed to do tutoring sessions every other night, but there was times she was called into the library for the late shift. Staying on campus and finding something to do was easy, usually she would help the Professor or head to Starbucks and do homework. Today it was Starbucks and she had to munch on cookies in order to keep herself from bursting with nerves. She received a text from Alexandra indicating she was near the front of the campus with the car. Her fingers fumbled a quick reply letting her know she was on her way before shoving one last cookie in her mouth. She grabbed her bag, her notebooks, and the bag with one last cookie for Mike if he even ate cookies. She really hoped he wasn't a crazy diet kind of guy because if he was then surely he would find her the most unattractive girl in the world.

Riding in the passenger's seat had become nostalgic for her. Here she was yet again playing quite worriedly with her seat belt. This was the way they took a week ago at the first meeting. Sadly she felt like maybe it wasn't going to go well, especially by the somewhat annoyed look/tone of Alexandra's voice when she picked her up. Then again, she could just be annoyed with the work she had to do for his homework, or having go be her chauffeur in general. Juliette really appreciated the way she escorted her to his house when she was scared to death of driving in general. One day she made a note to give her gas money as thanks, even if she didn't even need it.

When they arrived they walked silently to the elevator, and like the first time, Juliette checked herself with her phone. Her glasses were straight, her hair pinned back, no crumbs on her face, thank God. She had wanted to ask Alexandra if he even ate cookies, but she didn't want to bother her anymore than she already seemed. It was only when the elevator doors rolled open did the manager's voice startle her.

"He's in some sort of mood, it seems." She stated without looking at her.

"Huh? R-Really?" she asked looking at the floor, her fingers curled around the cookie bag as her stomach fell. Oh no, he really was upset with her. She wanted to inquire how much Alexandra knew about, well, the other night. That alone was too risky, though. "Do you have any ideas as of why?" Her voice was meek, worry lacing it at every angle.

"Nope, he seemed pretty chipper this morning. Surprisingly, he hates mornings. I just wanted to warn you just in case he acts...bratty." She clicked her tongue and got her keys out before slipping a shiny key into the lock and opening the door. When they got inside, she nodded toward the hallway. "He wants you to go to the study, right away. Good luck." She said before turning to go.

There a very worried Juliette was with nothing but a cookie bag, her backpack and her thoughts. Honestly, all she wanted was to leave. Her body began to slowly descend into panic as questions bombarded her. Would it be awkward? What was he upset about? Would he act like nothing ever happened the other night? Would she be able to talk to him and look him in the eye? Oh gosh, she really couldn't do this.

Despite how much she was telling herself she couldn't do this, she had somehow worked up enough courage to walk to the hallway and into the study room.

There he was, sitting at his desk and sighing the moment she walked in. Even with how scared she was, the moment she saw him her heart did a bit of a flip. There was a strong desire to hug him or something, just upon seeing his face. But the closer he got, the more she realized how distraught he looked. Her eyes, which had been on him had fallen to the floor.

She had been prepared for something, but not the question he asked.

Why?

Her eyes shot from the floor to his face full of just as much question. Ignoring him? Wasn't that better for both of them? Her head shook in clear confusion before opening her mouth slowly to speak.

"I-I couldn't just say 'hello' to you." she began. "I figured you wouldn't want me to publicly, especially in front of our peers. I'm sure everyone at least heard that we went to the party together, let alone got locked in a bedroom together." Her cheeks flared just remembering it, she glanced down in hopes to hide it. "I saw how everyone attacked you with all those questions...I just figured it was easier and-" She paused, remembering the phone call, of course he would have been upset about that. "-and the phone call. I didn't know who it was, and unknown numbers make me nervous, but when I saw you texted me I was so happy." Words were spilling out of her mouth without a filter and she hadn't really registered all of it. "But, you don't understand about my grandparents." She balled her fists in building frustration. No one understood. "They have access to my phone because they are the ones that pay for the phone plan and if they saw you texted me or I even texted back they would know something happened and I would be stripped of the very little freedom I have-" She ran out of breath and took a deep one before speaking again. "So I'm sorry, Mike. I'm really sorry."

Out of nowhere she felt like she was going to cry. There was so much frustration building up inside of her. All she had wanted was to see him, and clearly he had wanted to see her. At least that's what it sounded like. But she couldn't even give him a simple hello because of who he was. "Did you really think I didn't want to say hi?" She whimpered, her own voice growing a bit angry. "Of course I did, I would have even said 'Good morning' if you weren't....untouchable. I just didn't want to bother you." she admitted. Her mouth stayed open, trying to figure out what to say among the mass of what she wanted to say. "I just don't know what to do." She whispered. She didn't mean just about how to interact with him, she meant about these feelings inside of her as well.

Not wanting to let the air stay completely dark, she nervously looked out the window and held out the back. "I don't know if models eat cookies. I really hope they do because..." She sorta chuckled, her lips curling into half a smile despite how conflicted the air felt, "because that would be really upsetting if they lived like that."

Juliette really was a fragile girl who lived in a world full of constraints and shackles. Mike knew that fully now, and he started mentally cursing himself noticing how she seemed like she was about to break because of how he spoke. Because of that realization, Mike made it a point to let her experience living life a little more limitless every time she'd go to tutor him. Maybe they can start by slowly getting to know each other in the span of those hours. Upon hearing her explanation about ignoring him at school, he almost smiled at how she worried about his image the way he worried about hers so he made a mental note to himself to ask her if she'd allow him to casually talk to her on campus and, maybe, just maybe, they could hang out more often. Yeah, he'd have to ask her about that later on. For now, there were cookies. He ended up chuckling at the weird turn of events.

"I love cookies. Sweets, in general," He said. His Russian accent was thick again because he knew, in front of her, there was no need to hide it. He wouldn't be judged for it, he wouldn't be asked to mask it out with some other slang he didn't grow up with. "Thanks, love," He responded but upon realizing what he had just called her, Mike shook his head slightly as a sad smile replaced the joyous one on his face. "Juliette, rather. I'm sorry, I just--" He shook his head again. "Nevermind." Mike turned on his heel and walked back to his table while munching on the sweet treat Juliette gave him. "I'm sorry I got mad. I uhh, I was just expecting us to talk, you know? I forgot about this whole model thing and this whole good student thing and it just feels so frustrating that since..." he trailed off for a while. "Since, you know, the other night, we hadn't said a word. I thought maybe you hated me or something, maybe there was something you didn't like, or--" he shook his head. "I'm blabbering too much, aren't I?" A sad chuckle followed his words.

Mike took his book and a notebook before sitting down on the couch motioning to her to come and sit beside him. Surely this wouldn't be an awkward gesture anymore unlike the first time, knowing the intimacy they shared the other night. "I was reading through Pyramus and Thisbe's story," He began. Mike held his head down as he thumbed and scanned through the pages of the book. "It's such a sad story. I never knew." He then closed the book, set it aside, opened his notebook and turned his head to smile at his companion.

"So, teacher, if you'd be patient with me, help me love what you're good at," Mike told her. There was something so much about that statement, he figured. If they were only allowed a few hours every other day to talk to each other and these few hours should be spent in an educational manner, Mike realized it can also be a way to get to know her more. Maybe through it, he'd see what kind of stories she loved, what kind of characters she adored and hated, hell he could even see how patient she can be because surely she'd be teaching someone who hated reading. Mike never found joy in it but if it's a way to spend more time to get to know Juliette, then maybe, he could slowly bring himself to love it.

30 minutes into their short lesson about Pyramus and Thisbe, Mike's brain started giving up on him. "I love the whole reading thing," He began as he closed his book for a while. "But I don't like the whole analyzing thing. Can't we read and just leave it at that?" There was a sincere soft laugh at the end of his words as he shook his head. "Give me a moment, I'll get us something to munch on." He smiled at her and for a while, there was another temptation to kiss her on the cheek again but, by some sort of strong force, he managed to stop himself from doing so. Instead, he just tucked a few lost strands at the back of her ear beside the frame of her glasses. He started feeling stupid all of a sudden for telling her before to start using contact lenses to bring out her beauty. Nope, she most definitely didn't need to do that. She was definitely a stunning girl even with her glasses on, even without the heavy party makeup she wore the other night. In fact, Mike sort of found it better, the way she was now.

One of the first things that Juliette would find out about the real him is his slight passion for cooking. He never had the time to take cooking lessons of some sort, so he ends up searching for recipes and tips online which he'd try out every time he has the chance to. Since Juliette can't stay long, he cooked pieces of ham to make ham sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. It wasn't much, really, but at least it wasn't something that came from the store or delivered from a fast food joint. Afterwards, he poured lemon water on two glasses and then he set everything on a tray before heading back to the study room where she was. The sight of her never ceased to make him smile.

"Here, have something to eat," He said. Mike almost felt shy at the idea that someone else would try a snack he made. "Uhh, I don't really cook for other people so if this ends up making you want to throw up, there's a bathroom across this room." He laughed slightly again and for a few moments, he simply just looked at her with a smile. He felt okay, to say the least. He felt okay with this, to just have her here beside him even if it entailed something as simple as literature tutorials and snack-munching.

But then, there was still the silent urge to kiss her again so his gaze started to linger from her eyes down to her luscious lips which he stared at for a while before forcing himself to look away and keep himself distracted with the book. He didn't say a word afterwards. A thought occurred to him all of a sudden. What if, just, what if... what if he could also "tutor" her in some things she still wanted to find out... in bed? The thought made him shook his head slightly.

Hearing that he liked sweets made her want to laugh. She couldn't help but wonder how hard it was for him to eat them. Either he ate in moderation or he worked out all the time, maybe he even had a really great metabolism. She wished she could say the same for herself. She would pay for the ability to eat whatever she wanted and maintain a body close to his. Her eyes fondly watched as he ate the cookie. How much would the paparazzi pay for this? Her eyes rolled at the very thought, and she could just picture the headline. 'Top model letting himself go' or something stupid like that. She made a promise to herself that she would bring him sweets every once in a while. Maybe she could even grab something from the restaurant for him. Did he have a favorite kind of sweet? What was his favorite flavor? Gosh, she had so much she wanted to learn about Mike Romanov, the regular guy.

Hearing him call her love and just as quickly take it back made her mood falter a bit. Did he regret calling her love? Did he not want to anymore? Or was it because he figured he couldn't because everything was over. He was sorta right, in a way. They weren't dating, so it wouldn't make sense to call her love-

"Y-You can call me love." She blurted out without even taking a second to think about it. Her hand quickly came up to cover her mouth and she stared at the floor. Oh gosh she should have kept her mouth shut, she was such an idiot. "Unless you don't want to, of course. But, I really don't mind." She wondered if he knew how pleased it made her feel for him to call her that again, even out of such a sensual mood the other night. Her cheeks immediately grew hot when he ended up mentioning the other night. It's not like she wanted to forget, not at all. Just talking about it so casually when they weren't even a thing, well it was a bit embarrassing. Even the way he said it made it seem like it was sort of an awkward subject on his end too. Which it was. But, that didn't mean she thought he was blabbering. She could listen to him talk for hours as long as he spoke in his Russian accent, his true voice. She felt content hearing him speak so freely rather than some fake accent he needn't use at all.

Her head cocked to the side as he picked up his book and notebook before sitting on the couch. Naturally she sat down beside him, and although a bit nervous, it was a lot easier than when they first met. The statement that came out of his mouth next through her for a complete loop.

"Wait. You read?" Her jaw opened slightly and her doe eyes widened in utter shock. Was the world stopping? Had the boy who simply refused to read in general a week ago actually READ? Realizing how rude she was sounding, she coughed and feigned a neutral expression. However, it didn't last very long and she couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe it." She felt so much pride all of a sudden, not even just for her (since that mean she sorta won the bet) but for him for actually giving it a chance. "I'm proud of you." She said without really thinking about it. When she registered her compliment to him, she looked down at her Sailor Moon notebook bashfully. "Thanks for giving it a chance." She whispered with a gentle smile.

He was right about the book being sad. It seemed Professor had a thing for tragic stories. It was a bit of a theme of his. Quite honestly, it seemed like a theme for her life. First her mother's favorite book, Romeo and Juliet, and then this book which frankly reminded her of Mike and herself. They weren't in love, or lovers, but-

But she would want to be with him. Friends, if not more. Maybe. She still didn't really understand. She didn't know him well enough yet to understand who he really was and if she liked who he really was. But she wanted to know more. She wanted to become his biggest fan, not supermodel Mike Romanov, but just Mike's.

She felt a bit giddy hearing him all her teacher, telling her she was good at her favorite thing. She took great pride in his words as they began to get to work. She spoke carefully knowing full well she could go off on a tangent about the themes and the little details of the story. So she focused on the main points. The tragedy of forbidden love, man vs. man conflict, the fact she actually had no idea what the lioness represented, or why there was a lion in the first place. A half hour in she heard him speak up about not really enjoying the analyzing thing. She could understand how the brain could get tired of just analyzing literature. "Sometimes people over analyze things, honestly. I've had high school teachers that analyze the grass in the book. 'The grass is dead, which represents the downfall of society." She scoffed. "At least you read, so it's a good start." she breathed before closing her book and finishing her notes.

When he spoke up about getting them something to eat, she perked up a bit. Food sounded extremely nice right now. Perhaps her shape sorta gave it away (although most of it was curves,) but she really loved food. She had begun to nod when she felt a feather of a touch on her head. Instantly, she froze. Watching with slightly widened eyes as he came closer, tucking a piece of her dark locks behind her ear. Just like that, he was gone. When he was out of the room she let out the breath she had been apparently holding with a gasp. Her hands came up to her cheeks to gauge just how much she was blushing. By how much her skin was burning, a lot. He had gotten so close to her face. Oh gosh, what if she had smudges on her glasses? Juliette slipped her glasses off and pulled out her case from her backpack before cleaning them with a cloth. When she heard him coming back she fumbled with them in a hurry to get them back on, getting them straightened just as he walked in. The smell of ham instantly wafted into her nose and she smiled. She loved sandwiches. "Thank you." She set the plate on her lap. This was the first time someone other than her grandparents had made her food. "Well I'm honored." she teased. "And it takes quite the person to mess up a sandwich, so I'm not worried."

It was one of the best sandwiches she ever had. The ham was sweet, and he put cheese on it. She really, really loved cheese. She ended up finishing her sandwich just as they finished up their notes on the to characters. Carefully, she placed the plate onto the coffee table before wiping her mouth with a napkin. There was a silent prayer that she had nothing on her face when she turned back to look at him. He was looking down at his book, but something seemed off, as if he was avoiding her gaze all of a sudden. He shook his head. Was she making him uncomfortable? Was he getting tired of studying? He had done such a good job keeping at it, he deserved a break. Her eyes instantly found his lips. Maybe...he even deserved a bit of a reward? Oh gosh what was she thinking, she needed to get her head out of the clouds instead of thinking about kissing him like the other night-

Her train of thought didn't have time to finish as she reached out to him, her fingers tipping his head up and she just briefly stared at him, giving him warning by eyeing his lips. She should have stopped herself. Her body leaned closer to his and her lips brushed against his, electricity transferring delightfully to her body before closing the small gap for real. Images of the other night flashed in her mind; their sensual kisses, his touches to her body, everything. She wasn't sure she wanted to go any farther than this, but this was what she needed. The kiss lingered for a long time, and she used all of her will power not to let her tongue try dancing with his again. She tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips more access to hers. She pulled away a bunch of times only to find their lips only brushing and being pulled together again. After a while things got a bit too hot and she pulled back with a huff of air. She avoided his gaze and looked downward at her notebook hoping that her face would stop burning. "I figured, um, you deserved a reward." she mumbled. Her lips felt swollen, but she craved more. But it was so wrong, they weren't dating, they weren't even quite friends yet-

And yet she wished she could kiss him all the time.

"I'm sorry, Mike. That was out of line." She looked up just barely, gazing at him from under her eyelashes.

As he kept silent, her words played in his mind particularly her telling him she was proud of him. That made him smile a bit despite the conflicting emotions he felt. Perhaps he needed to focus on that instead: her positive words, her encouragement. A similar situation happened last week but she was scolding him. She was doubting him. She thought he was just another bratty young star (which he partially is, no doubt in that) and it looked like their relationship wouldn't be anything more than the cats and dogs that they were, but things happened.

And those things started to happen again.

It took a while for him to actually understand what was happening. She held his face with her delicate hands but he didn't see where her eyes were looking at because his eyes were elsewhere as well. Like her, his gaze was fixed on those lips he learned to love kissing. Those sweet, innocent, yet naughty and intoxicating lips that made his sexual stamina a lot, lot weaker than usual. Those lips that made him crave so much of even just the most innocent kisses of all kisses just so he could feel it on his own. Which happened, not so long after. He thought it was a dream at first. A beautiful dream waiting to be disrupted by the harsh act of waking up. If it wasn't a beautiful dream, he thought it was his imagination urging him on too much. He thought he was yearning for her too much, his imagination was already going beyond its limits of staying in the confinement of his mind. It was a thought so real that he actually felt the warmth of her lips on his which instantly made him melt into it. His eyes closed slowly as one friendly kiss turned into two, and one more came after another, until each kiss urged deeper and deeper than the kiss it succeeded. She tilted her head lovingly and for a moment he was close to snaking his arms around her waist again and pulling her to top him so that they could continue kissing. They didn't have to go all the way like they did the other night but maybe, just maybe, they could kiss. They could kiss the way lovers would and enjoy something so nice and sweet albeit sensual and, well, passionate. But she pulled away. Somehow, it was a good thing. If she didn't pull away, Mike wouldn't be able to stop himself. His hands were already close to venturing on her body again but he felt she might feel violated and she might hate him for it. But she fearlessly made the move to kiss him, right? So it was okay, right?

But she still pulled away. Still, he smiled in content against her lips and he continued smiling until their eyes met after the kiss again.

"It was very little progress on my part but thank you, love, for affirming what I did. That was the loveliest reward for my efforts ever," He said. This time, it was his turn. He pushed her down gently on the couch as he topped her again. Mike's lips found her forehead which he kissed tenderly and he trailed light kisses downward until his lips found hers. Both of them shared another loving kiss; a kiss full of passion, full of emotion, yet a little less lustful and hungry than the one they shared on the night they went all the way. Oh how he longed to talked to her about that night. He wanted to hear her telling how she felt, he wanted to know if she had a memorable night the way he did, he wanted to know everything. But they weren't dating, weren't they? They were just two individuals masking themselves in front of the world who were given this little one-floor space to be who they really are. Mike the supermodel who wants nothing more than to take a break from all the fame and Juliette the bookworm who enjoyed some naughty things. Given any regular circumstance, these two instances are completely normal but given the lives that they lived, it can't be normal for the both of them.

So Mike made sure these tutorials end a little earlier and maybe they can escape reality just a tad bit more.

"And you, my teacher, deserve your reward, too," He murmured against her lips after their kiss. Maybe they didn't have to have sex. Maybe, he hoped, Juliette wouldn't mind a little touching hear and there, a little loss of clothes here and there. By now Mike already knew that Juliette had a naughty side. What if she need not enjoy these naughty things on her own? Fuck, the thought of her doing her own pleasure got him slightly aroused.

Mike glanced at the nearest wall clock. 6:30pm. Not bad. Their sessions are fixed to end at 7:00pm so that meant they had 30 minutes to spare. He'd hate to think it but perhaps they could be friends with benefits. They could be friends, even the best of friends in fact for they already knew so much about the other which no one ever did, but they could also enjoy things couples enjoyed.

And maybe that's not so bad.

And maybe they could become a couple in some sort of alternate universe.

And maybe they won't, but at least, at one point, they could tell themselves they enjoyed each other's company.

"What does my hardworking teacher and straight-A student want for her reward?" Mike's voice was starting to become husky as his tone slurred in a slightly seductive manner. His lips continued moving against her own until he ventured sideways to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck. Fuck it, all controls and restraints were starting to break. Softly, he groaned against the skin of her neck as his hand dared to work on the button of her jeans even if it was a bit of a task to do it with one hand. Once he got it unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled her jeans down slightly until the hem reached halfway her thighs. He continued kissing and licking her neck while his other free hand fondled her breasts lightly. They were so huge and full, squeezing and playing with them was such a lovely thing to do.

He couldn't get enough of her. Not the other night, not tonight, and perhaps not on any other nights following this one.

Mike groaned softly again. "I can't stop, love," He admitted softly while his lips played with the shell of her ear. His finger was already trailing along the parting of her pussy and he almost moaned in delight when he felt the soft fabric of her underwear getting wetter and wetter at every stroke.

"Mggh... push me away, love. Push me away if you don't want me to do this anymore. I can't stop, love. I can't stop." Mike's finger moved at a faster pace as he spoke to her.

Hearing him tell her he didn't mind the kiss made her feel a bit better about doing it. Although, she had begun to beat herself up about it. This was their study session. Guilt had crept its way into her head. Even if Professor didn't know, she sorta felt that she was betraying his trust. Yes, of course they got studying done, but at the same time, she wasn't supposed to be rewarding him. Especially not like that. But gosh, she just couldn't help herself. There was this draw to him that she had never experienced before, even with brief interactions with other boys. In terms of having sex with a guy, a week of knowing him was pretty damn brief. Speaking of the Professor, if he saw them interacting flirtatiously with each other during class, he would definitely see her as a distraction, which she was. In fact, Mike had become a distraction to her. Perhaps she should warn Mike about it. Perhaps they shouldn't kiss anymore.

The idea of not kissing him disappointed her, though.

Even despite her efforts to not kiss him again, somehow, they ended up kissing again. The familiar sight of him being on top of her appeared in front of her eyes just before his face got closer. There was a distinct warmth that pressed against her forehead before moving its way downward. That warmth was his lips, and they had found her own again in no time at all. She thought about pushing him off and telling him they needed to finish working, but she had sorta started this. And behind the 'good girl' Juliette that hoped to maintain some sort of boundaries, there was the 'not-so-good girl' Juliette that knew she craved his kisses. Her hands, so close to wrapping around his neck, moved toward his face and cupped his cheeks. She pulled him closer to her, pressing her lips to him with fervor. She felt reluctantly disappointed when he pulled back and she fought urges to pull him right back.

A reward, huh?

That naughty succubus inside of her stirred. Could she really ask for anything? It was really, really tempting, and her good girl side pushed the thoughts of what she could possibly want away. It was to no avail though, and she craned her neck, the purring starting as his lips brushed and kissed the skin of her neck. He wasn't making this easy.

Oh no, he was NOT making this easy.

Somehow in the midst of his kissing affections her pants had ended up around her thighs. He worked fast. She squirmed in pleasure under his working hands, one massaging at her breast and the other working its way lower and lower. "Nghhh...." She bit her knuckle in hopes of controlling herself. It was hard, it was so difficult now that her sexual drives had been awakened. There was a new door opened, new pleasure that her body had gotten a taste of and was dangerously close to getting addicted to. Her hips did that automatic moving against his hand as much as she tried to resist the pleasure beginning to boil her blood. He told her to push him off if she didn't want this, but she couldn't bring herself to. "M-Mike." She began through shallow breaths, blinking her eyes to break her from her clouded haze. "We really shouldn't-mhmmm." Her sentence was cut short as his finger just barely brushed against her clitoris through her panties.

Oh screw it.

Her voice came out in hot breaths as her body shivered with each stroke of his hand. If she earned a reward, then by God she would reap it. This was the first time she was ever asked what she wanted rather than being told. "First, call me love. Please?" She asked rather than just commanded it. "Second-" Her free hand lowered, grasping the one down below and stopping him while she spoke. "Please, no sex today. But..." With an almost shaky hand, she slipped his hand under the hem of her panties, allowing him to touch what he had explored last night. The immediate and full-on contact caused her to moan sweetly. "But, anything else is...aghh..welcomed." She shivered against his hand, her own still guiding his as he began to rub her without any barriers.

In no time she felt herself soaking, coating his fingers in her slickness. She felt drunk, not in the same way she partially was the other night, but drunk on this familiar pleasure. She swore she could cum already, but knew that she would hold off for whatever more he was going to do. There was no way she could risk having sex with him and showing up late to her apartment again. Her cries grew gradually the more he paid attention to her. There was a moment of bravery the knuckle she had been biting slipped from her mouth, and she used that hand to grasp the one fondling her breasts. She brought his hand near her mouth, kissing his fingertips before nibbling on his pointer finger gently, suckling at it in hopes to keep her from completely going over the edge of bliss. Her eyes had opened to that familiar, lustful stare, hinting that perhaps the suckling she performed on his finger was meant for something else of his. Still, doing something so naughty was really getting her going now, and he could surely feel it with how much heat her radiating from her girl parts.

Juliette was unsure what she wanted more; for him to finger her, or to settle her craving to suck him off again. Both made her feel guilty of being too naughty, too sexually needy. But her mouth felt dry at both the thoughts. Her hips continued to move in circles against his hand, slow and with purpose. She moved his finger from her mouth, kissing it one last time before moving her head to whisper in his ear, her voice low and sultry. "I hope that this can be considered-- haaaahh..." she faltered before giving his earlobe a very gentle bite, "a reward for you as well."


She shook her head and closed her eyes, contemplating how he could awaken such sexual desires in a matter of one night. The hand that had guided him gently squeezed his own. "Don't stop. Oh God, please don't stop." She cooed hotly into his ear, her breath now in pants. Honestly she hadn't even known what she said, but she couldn't deny the need for him to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her in general. If this, the satisfaction of him reading, and getting to learn about him little by little were her rewards for each session, then she really looked forward to her job as his private tutor.

"No sex, but everything else is welcomed." Goddamn that open invitation. It was the key that unlocked all urges he locked away since the night they had sex and he was unlocking everything with no other than the girl he yearned for. It was silly, actually, to crave for her company the way he did despite the short span of time he had known her. But screw it, really. It was only in the comfort of the four walls of his condo that he could let loose like this. Once she steps out and they'd have to face the world again, this little thing they're having would cease to exist. Oh how he wished it wouldn't cease to exist. Fuck reputations.

He shook his head to brush away all unnecessary thoughts. Right now, he was claiming his reward for his efforts and he was giving her a reward for being a good teacher. The gentle bite on his earlobe along with all her other actions that led him on were enough of a go signal to touch her more.

When she met his hand's motions with the motions of her hips, Mike groaned in delight again to let her know he oh so loved what she was doing. It almost threw him over the edge when she took his fingers, kissed it lovingly, and inserted it inside her mouth to suck them off. Fuck. The skill of this mouth should be practiced elsewhere on his body, but he welcomed the sensation of having her erotically lick and suck his fingers. Her eyes were half-lidded again, inviting him to do more. Oh there were so many other things they could do other than the sexual intercourse itself. If he can't insert his shaft inside her, then something else would do.

"Love," he began. Her request was something he'd gladly grant. In fact, she didn't need to ask him of it anymore. "You are so beautiful, don't you know that?" He smiled at her. If he had a free hand, he'd be stroking her face but his hands were occupied by the lips on her lovely face and the lips down below. Gingerly, he inserted his middle finger inside her. Mike was actually proud this was all his doing: her slightly loosened hole, her screams of pure delight, her sexual side awakening and craving for more intimacy. The thought made him smirk. "Let me be your teacher in bed, love," he whispered against her ear. His finger moved in and out of her easily because his cock already loosened her up a bit. Not to mention, she was leaking already which made gliding inside her a very easy task. Ah, if his finger could cause flames, her pussy might be burning already from the way he thrusted his finger in and out of her.

That's when he realized that maybe, just maybe, he could try something new as well the way she did with the sucking of his fingers. Dirty talk. Would she like that?

"You like this, love? Hm?" His voice was domineering yet he couldn't bring himself to sound too... harsh. As he spoke, he thrusted his finger harder, making her leak even more. Hell, his finger and her pussy were once again creating loud squishing sounds. "Oh I know you like this, love. Do you want more, love?" He thrusted his finger deeper until nearly his knuckles went inside. "Come on, baby. Moan for me. Make me hear your lovely sounds." Despite his words, there was a sweet expression on his face. He angled his finger in such a way that he'd keep on hitting her clitoris and even when she screamed in delight as she reached her limits, Mike didn't stop fingering her.

Her sounds and the way her pussy felt made him grow rock hard down there. "Tell me, love," he began as he slowed his pace inside her. Mike leaned down again and, as alluring and teasing as he can, he uttered, "do you want to suck my cock again? It misses your mouth, love."

The moment her lips found his fingers, she had gauged his reaction carefully and found herself relieved he enjoyed it. Another action checked off the 'sexual wishlist' of hers. Despite how appealing it sounded to perform everything on that list with Mike, she was afraid to tell him any of her desires. He already thought she was naughty, she wondered if there was a step up from that. One word came to mind: kinky. When she thought of kinky though, she thought of fetishes, like obscure ones. Then again, she had things in porn that really fired her up upon sight. Lingerie. Really, really cute lingerie. Juliette supposed lingerie sorta helped the two of them begin their intimate relationship, lingerie, Douglas (even though he basically forced them together,) and alcohol for making them both a bit braver. Aside from lingerie, she wasn't really sure what other 'fetishes' she really had. Kinks were more of little things that turned her on; kissing, moaning, etc. Juliette had tons of those, and Mike was beginning to add to the list with every little stunt he pulled on her.

Like his voice. The sound of it, his accent, even the pitch of it hypnotized her. As a singer, her hearing was her strongest sense. It didn't help that he liked to play with her ear, kissing it, whispering into it. Hearing him call her 'love' only made things worse. He called her 'baby,' that night, as well. Just the memory of hearing him say it made her cringe in bliss. It seems that was another kink, him giving her pet-names. Heck, even if it was outside of their sexual antics, she would love for him to call her 'love' or 'baby.' So 'pet names' could be filed under her kinks now as well. The next thing she heard was 'beautiful.' The very word brought her back to the other night, when he first called her that. The butterflies instantly came back as she felt herself shiver. It wasn't so much in a sexual way as it was just due to happiness. Between moans, she flashed him a shy smile.
She could somehow miraculously sexually confident with him, and yet, the moment he said legitimately sweet things she felt like hiding her face.

Her cheeks were already red and flushed as it was, they only turned more so after hearing him praise her like that. She knew he already knew how handsome he was, but she wondered if he would be just as happy to hear her say it. Her lips parted as she began to murmur, "T-Thank yo-- hahhhh!" Her breath hitched in her throat as he slid a finger into her wetness. It wasn't long after that her hips began to move more so against his hand, and her back began to arch against the cushions. The hand below let go of his own and brushed slowly up his back through his hair, he fingers brushing through his locks slowly before brushing against his cheek before she moved it toward her own lips. She bit on her knuckle in hopes of keeping her cries from leaking out louder than they were before. Her dark eyes, which had been staring fondly up at his handsome face, slowly closed while she simply rode the buzz his fingering was giving her. Not only had she gotten one reward, she got two, and both were wonderful. She couldn't ask for anymore than this.

But, oh did she get more.

Her eyes had been closed, so she hadn't noticed his face get closer. All she felt was his breath hot on her ear. The moment he began to talk dirty to her, Juliette could barely get a hold of herself. It seemed being bold and trying something new was the theme of the day. She turned her head away from him, shy by how his words poked fun at her, teased her, revealed in how much she absolutely reveled in his touches and kisses. Biting her lip, she did her best not to let him know how turned on her was getting her. Her efforts were useless when the sound of his fingers invading her pussy floated into her ears. She had grown far wetter than ever before, his fingers dripping with her sexual fluids. It was all way too much for her senses; the sound of her wetness accepting his fingers with fervor, his teasing, dirty talk, how magic his finger was, she couldn't take it.

"Come on, baby. Moan for me."

Oh God, this was a kink. Dirty talk was definitely a kink.

He got what he asked for immediately. Juliette didn't purr, no, she literally growled. Her body and mind were unable to resist his domineering voice and words. Her growl of pleasure shifted into such lovely cries as she turned her head back toward him, allowing her moans to float to his ears as she approached her release. With one final thrust of his fingers inside of her, she threw her head back. Juliette felt her pussy tighten around his finger while her body convulsed against the couch. She could feel her juices dripping onto his finger and cushion she was laid out on. Despite how strong her orgasm was, as he continued to finger her slowly, her hips moved in small circles against him, riding the pleasure for as long as possible. Her eyes slowly opened, half lidded and glazed with lust as they found his while he spoke. With another delightful purr, she pulled him down farther on her, lips finding his. Her tongue and hips moved to accommodate where their bodies both connected. "Mhmmmmm.." She hummed against his kisses, unable to stop her hips from moving while her tongue danced with his.

"I-- oooooh..." She shivered still feeling his finger inside of her. "-I think you just became my favorite teacher." She whispered between kisses. At one point, she reached her hand down and pulled his away from her, allowing her hips to get a rest. His dirty words, still replaying in her head, made her dizzy and clouded by lust. It almost scared her at how horny simple dirty talk had made her. It seems he found her weakness. The hand that had moved his moved toward his zipper and button, the other joining and allowing her to lower the hem of it downwards enough. Slowly, she moved from under hip, her hand pressing against his chest and pushing him off of her while she slipped her own pants off. Sitting in her jeans would just be uncomfortable, especially with what she was going to do next.

Her eyes found the clock. 6:47. Oh gosh, would she have enough time? It didn't matter, the responsible, good Juliette had been replaced by the naughty one as soon as they had kissed earlier. If she went a little past the hour, she could still get home without any questions. Oh gosh, what kind of person was she becoming. She would not allow herself to become sort of delinquent. A little sexual fun wouldn't hurt, right? And he deserved a reward after all.

Her body moved to the floor and she knelled onto the floor. Her fingers curled around the hem of his pants and pulled them down farther, allowing her access to his boxers. Carefully, she removed that article of clothing as well, his erection shooting straight up almost immediately. The very sight caused her mouth to go dry. She honestly had forgotten how delicious it looked. He seriously was blessed with a handsome body from head to toe. Her hand rubbed his outer thighs while she leaned forward, kissing his inner thigh slowly before her hand slid over to wrap her fingers, one by one, around his cock. He felt so warm in her hand, almost burning with desire. Her hand began by stroking him painfully slow before moving her kisses toward her prize. Just before she kissed the head of him, she let out a slow, hot breath of air against the tip of his cock. With a lazy, teasing smile, she trailed her eyes up his body to his face, looking for a reaction before speaking in a sultry voice. "Careful what you wish for."

Her lips moved first, kissing the head of his cock before parting and enveloping just the tip. The surface of her tongue licked him slowly, making lazy circles around the diameter of him before releasing his him with a quiet 'pop' of her lips. Her hand stopped at the base of his cock, holding him still while her head tilted to the side. She moved her tongue up and down his shaft with a moan. Oh gosh, she could get addicted to just the taste of him, just sucking him off in general. Juliette showered his manhood with affectionate kisses, from the tip all the way to the very base of his shaft and back up again. Without even really thinking about it, she moaned and began to throw his teasing words right back at him. "So, how's your reward so far?" She cooed lowly before willing herself to be a bit braver with her words. It took her a few times, opening and closing her mouth as she struggled with saying such dirty things. "D-Do you like when I kiss it, babe?" Her tone of voice was a bit sheepish, and she felt herself blushing but she loved the idea of calling him 'babe.' Hopefully he didn't mind it.

When she began to hear him moan from just her lips kissing his cock, she smiled, eyes closing as her lips moved to envelope him again. "Moan for me more...I love it." The words flowed almost naturally that time, and although she was embarrassed hearing them, it didn't stop her from continuing her work. With one last kiss to the tip, she wrapped her mouth around him, her head beginning to move slowly down before pausing and moving back up. With each bob of her head, she brought him deeper and deeper into her mouth, maybe even a bit farther than last time. She used her hands to rub his thighs in hopes to signal him that it was okay if he moved his hips like last time. If she was going to do this more often, then she needed to become accustomed to his size. To encourage him, she opened her eyes and silently expressing her praise. Unable to actually tell him, she hummed in bliss, letting the vibrations travel to his cock.

After some time of her lips repeating the same movements, she slid him out of her mouth, but not for long. Her hand rapidly pumped at him as she trailed a few more kisses over his now slicked manhood. "Cum for me, Mike" She whispered, slightly moaning his name with need just to taste him again. Her tongue took another painfully slow lick at just the tip of him.

Mike could be what one would call a control freak. He loved putting order in things and, most of all, he loved being in control of anyone and anything. He didn't believe in strings, in dictatorships, especially the ones that ruled over him. He hated it, in fact, but somehow, with the way she led him on, it was that one instance that he actually enjoyed being taken over. He enjoyed being told what to do. In fact, he even held out on the dirty talk because he was just testing the waters to see if she'd like it and seeing that she absolutely did, Mike noted to do more of that next time. Oh there will be a next time. Lots of it. For now, he let her do her thing. Maybe, he thought, after this, he could see more of this kinkier side of his little teacher, bookworm, and dare he say, friend. He loved how she pushed him gently so that his back would rest on the arm rest of the couch before hungrily pulling down his pants and boxers as if she anticipated his cock so much. Ah, such a naughty little innocent girl she was, and he loved the total contrast of it all. She was shy and timid in front of everyone but in here, in their little sanctuary, she was a wild beast who didn't need a tamer, but another beast who could match up to how she is and give her what she wants. Mike wanted and longed to be that beast. Screw the future, he thought. Sure, someday she'd have another guy and he'd either have another girl or he'd never move on from her, but for now they were each other's own. For now, it was his cock she cocked and her pussy he fucked and that was all that mattered.

And to top that all, she called her babe. Oh god, she called him babe.

He had seen a gazillion Instagram and Twitter posts with his photos captioned as some fan's "babe" but never in his entire career or his entire life even, that he felt the joy and jittery feeling the sweet pet name gave a person. Mike was groaning as she continued sucking him off but when those words rolled out of her lips, he couldn't help but stare for a while. "Oh I love it, babe. Kiss it more. Suck it more. I know you want to," he responded to her with a smirk. Mike brushed her hair and held it away from her face as she continued licking and sucking him off with a skillful bobbing of the head. Yes, it was definitely a porn move, which turned him on even more. Mike followed her command and started moaning and groaning as his hips met her mouth and he almost humped her mouth like he was humping her wet pussy. He couldn't even figure out anymore which felt better because humping them both was an absolute heaven to him. He spread his legs just a bit more while his head fell back a bit as his body relaxed at the pleasure he was receiving. Usually he'd hate it when Alex moaned against his cock but this time, with Juliette's mouth and her voice, it suddenly became an intoxicating move.

"Ahhh... yes, babe. Right there. Oh fuck, yes... agghh... you're doing it right, babe... suck it more there--ah! fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... agghh, I love it, babe... more... more!" His hips started moving a little faster against her mouth but he made sure he controlled his movements a bit so that he wouldn't end up choking her or making her run out of breath. It felt weird, actually, to make all these sounds and say all these words but if it pleased Juliette so much, Mike would make all the sounds and say all the words she needed to hear to get her to feel more confident about herself when she's with him and she's doing all these sexual things with him. She had the skills of a slut but the innocence and beauty of an angel. She wasn't thin, but she had just the right curves for a man to trace with his hands. She was a contrast in all levels and all aspects, yet these contrasts are the ones that make her beautiful. Right now, Mike was the only one who saw and understood that.

Juliette was a beautiful tease. Her mouth did him wonders as its pace brings him to his edge at one point yet she'd slow down and tease him further. His heightened sexual senses would pacify just a bit but she'd start to take him deeper again and she'd start to go at a fast pace again, making his senses shoot up once more. This time, with her voice slurring out his name and her tongue unlocking him completely, Mike arched his back as his groans echoed on the walls of study. His cock shot out his load once more like a tool leaking out a white, thick liquid that even ended up splurting on her face. Mike's breathing was heavy even after calming down just a bit and when he opened his eyes to look at the mess he made, he almost felt embarrassed about it yet the sight was so arousing; Juliette's lustful expression with his cum on her face.

"I'm so sorry, love, I didn't expect to cum that much," He said, chuckling to her as he wiped away the liquid off her face. His eyes searched her face once more and he smiled a genuine smile. "When you find someone to love someday, love, make sure he'd smile at you after you do these things, okay?" There was an ache in his heart as he said these words, yet he tried his best to keep a smile on his face. "And when he doesn't, when he makes you feel like he's just in it for the sex, you tell me and we'll beat the crap out of him, yeah?" Mike said. He accompanied his words with a slight laught to lighten up the mood a bit. He didn't want her to worry about him.

6:55pm. 5 minutes until 7:00pm.

Mike brought his pants back up yet he didn't button and zip them. He just sat there and pulled Juliette closer to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to let her head rest on his. He was enjoying the companionable silence that enveloped him but upon remembering what he forgot the last time, Mike uttered a soft, "Oh!" He fished out his iPhone from his pocket, opened the camera, and turned its front camera on. "Juliette, love, this sounds so weird but I uhh," He chuckled softly. "I kind of have this thing with photos. So I uhh, umm," No acts and tricks on this one, Mike often stuttered on thoughts he didn't know how to put into words. "Do you mind of we umm... take a photo together?" Mike positioned his phone in front of them and with the smile the photographers doesn't get to capture, he smiled and leaned closer to her. He waited for her to smile and with one press on the screen, he captured the photo. They both of them looked flushed and quite messy, but Mike loved it a lot. He ended up staring at the screen for a while with a smile on his face as he thought about how one simple photo captured so many moments. Mostly, though, he was smiling because she looked absolutely gorgeous in the photo and he could just look at it on times he finds himself missing her.

7:00pm came a little too fast, but this parting wasn't as painful as the last time because he knew what they had the other night could secretly continue in this little sanctuary of theirs. He knew that everything about the other night was real because it happened again at that moment without the push of alcohol for the both of them and being intimate with her now felt so, so great.

"Thank you for today, love," Mike leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He smiled at her as he took her hand in his. "Maybe, umm..." Here he was again, stuttering at the thoughts he couldn't put into words. Though he had a smile on his face, his gaze were avoiding his eyes. Oh how photographers and tabloid writers would love to see this: Mike Romanov, international supermodel, shy in front of the girl he finds himself liking already. He took a deep breath and before saying his next words, his eyes met hers. "Maybe you can, you know, visit me here again when you're not too busy? I mean, you know, outside of our tutorials, and... Oh! Don't get me wrong, love, I'm still looking forward to you teaching me about this whole reading thing, but uhh..." He chuckled as he shook his head slightly. "God, I'm so pathetic right now, I'm talking too much again." He chuckled again before taking a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say here is... maybe we can just, you know, chill here. Talk about things and all that. That is, if you're not too busy and, you know, if you'd like to." Mike squeezed her hand gently one last time before giving her a sweet peck on her lips. She wasn't his girlfriend, but these sweet things, it felt so right with her.

"I'll see you again, love," He said. With that, he called up his driver and gave him the order to bring Juliette home safely.

Although incredibly turned on by his voice responses to her, she could feel her lips. wrapped around his cock not less, flit up into a bit of a smirk. The area between her legs flared with each little taste she got of him. At one point, she was unsure if she could just stop at sucking him off. Oh, it was tempting to stay another night, but she needed to get home. Her grandparents probably needed help with the restaurant. Not to mention the fact she had a report to start developmental psychology class (even though the due date was three weeks away.) If she were to be his tutor, she was going to need a lot of will power. If she was going to be his tutor, she had a feeling that she would need a massive amount of self control. It scared her to think she could have so much sexual drive. But, she had repressed it for so long. Juliette had never been able to be naughty. Not even naughty in the sense of a sexual term. She had never been able to gossip with other girls, or have sleepovers and gush about boys. She had never been able to go to parties, or school dances. That wasn't even being naughty. That was being a teenager, being free.

Here, she could be free.

That didn't mean they could 'goof off' all the time, he would still have to do his work. Letting him off the hook wasn't going to happen, no matter how much he tried to charm her. But, if he did his work like he did today, then of course she would give him a reward. Actually, it would be more like both of them would get a reward. Not to mention the fact she would learn a little something from her own new 'teacher.'

She loved learning, after all.

The sound of his desperate groans signaled that he was about to burst. Her lips kissed the tip of his cock one last time just before he let himself go. The hot, cream-like liquid landed on her tongue and she licked her lips before it ended up on her face. Her eyes widened a bit in shock just as he came down from his high. She didn't expect him to cum hard enough for the trajectory of his ejaculation to miss her mouth. That didn't stop her from murmuring in approval before giving one last slow lick for him as he looked up. Her hand let go of his now limp member, while her other moved to wipe her face off. The touch of his own hand stopped her, and she felt herself blushing again at the sight of his actual smile. The flutter of her hear immediately drew her gaze down at her bare legs. She knew all too well that smile of his was drawing her in. No, no, what she needed to concentrate on was getting her pants back on. The tender tone of his voice drifted into her ears.

When you find someone to love someday--

What? Why...why would he say that? After just those words, her mind faded out on the rest. Her concentration moved to the painful beating of her quickening pulse. The words to tell him not to say that rested on the tip of her tongue. He was being so sweet, yet, his words made her so sad. So disappoint.

Why?

No, she should just be happy he was looking out for her. A half-hearted smile made its way to her face before she nodded. "Okay." She whispered, hiding the negative emotions she was questioning. She grabbed her jeans before standing up and pulling them around her curved waist and hips, and buttoning them. Then, she took a seat back on the couch to gather her things. As soon as she hit the cushions, she felt warmth on her shoulder and her neck. There was that sudden heat again. Not sexual, just a rush of warmth she couldn't explain. Perhaps it was because she wasn't use to his touch--

Well no, she was used to his touch. There wasn't an area on his body he hadn't touched or caressed. But that was during sex. This was...tender. There was a feeling of wanting to pull away due to shyness, but also the desire to lean her weight against him and rest her head on his shoulder. Without even realizing it, she did. And for a second, all she did was close her eyes. He felt so warm.

She really was beginning to adore this warmth.

The realization took her head for a ride. No, no, no, no, no. This couldn't happen. Feelings like this would not be reciprocated, and if they were, it couldn't happen. He was untouchable. Unreachable, in an entirely different world from the one she lived in. They may be the same in the fact they wanted something different in life, but other than that. They were so different. A relationship with him would be impossible, it would never work. And that...that really disappointed her.

The sound of her name took her attention away from the conflict in her head. Upon hearing his request, she lifted her head to stare at him, one eyebrow cocked. It took a few reruns of his question in her head to realize what he was asking. "Oh-- um. Sorry, I never have been asked for a picture before, uh. I feel like it should be the other way around." She found herself chuckling. Although a bit embarrassed and self conscious, she was flattered. The fluttering in her chest growing stronger. "I'm not sure why you would want a picture of your nerdy tutor on your phone, but....okay." The last word went from teasing to soft as her head, as if pulled by a magnet, fell to his shoulder again. The moment she saw her face, she wanted to look away. There was that self-consciousness nagging at her again. A shy, beaming smile painted her features nonetheless. As soon as he took the picture, she forced her head off of him and sat up straight before glancing over at him nonchalantly. He was staring at the camera screen intently. Oh gosh, why? Did she look awful? She wasn't used to photos, and being in one with him both made her excited and completely embarrassed at the same time. Still, she wished she could have him send it to her.

After tidying up, the two of them walked to the door. Just before she could go over what he needed to read for class on Monday, his hand took her own. Looking down, she stared at how his hand clasped her own. His was so much bigger than hers, so much stronger. Involuntarily she squeezed it back, just as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek. How come she could literally make out with him, and yet, a simple kiss on the cheek made her giddy. Juliette had to hold back her smile, even more so when he began to fumble over his words. With a tilt of the head, her dark eyes searched his, encouraging him silently to say whatever he wanted to say. How could a professional model be so nervous around an average girl? A better question was why? Whether he was nervous or not, his question made her giggle a bit. "When I'm not too busy? You are the celebrity, I think it's the other way around." She paused. "I...I would love that." She whispered genuinely, just before he kissed her again. Her head would have followed his when he pulled back if she didn't will herself not to.

Turning away, she opened the door and gave him a bashful wave before walking out and shutting the door behind her. After making the trip from his penthouse, to the elevator, to the car, she let out a long, long sigh. Then she realized that she forgot to say hello to the driver. She gave him a polite smile before saying 'thank you' for driving her home yet again. Gas money would be in his future too, no matter how much Mike paid him. When she was finally home, she called her grandparents asking them if they needed any help at the restaurant. Luckily, they were all covered. The minutes she hung up the phone, she fell onto the bed, head in face down in her pillow and hugged it before making a distressed noise. Juliette knew it, now. But admitting it scared her.

She was falling in like. Falling for a guy she could never have for so many reasons.

For starters, he was a celebrity. A MODEL. And what was she? A chubby, awkward, nerdy bookworm that that taught him literature. She was plain, and a freshman. He was a senior. She liked cartoons, anime and animated kids movies and singing Disney and Broadway songs in the shower. He had the pick of any girl he ever wanted. The most beautiful girls in the world, in the celebrity world. Why would he ever want her? The more she thought about it, the sadder she got. There was also the fact that she could never be with anyone due to prison guidelines (aka, her grandparents hatred for her generation.) Moving out never occurred to her, in fact it scared her. The idea of being on her own after being with only her grandparents. It was intimidating. And she couldn't leave them after everything they had done for her. Taking her in when her mother...She didn't like to think about it.

At least she could be his friend. At least, they had some sort of connection that she felt was...special. "Just be friends." She spoke quietly to herself as she got her computer out. She could do that. She could force her growing feelings back inside. Starting with forcing her thoughts away, Juliette proceeded to begin her report and research. After searching countless websites for information to site, she pulled up a webpage with one of those pop-out advertisements. It was a Calvin Klein commercial or something.

And of course, who was the model?

Oh, now irony was just mocking her. Immediately, after staring at Mike's pouty model face fondly, she clicked the 'x,' saved her file and slammed her computer shut. Oh gosh, this was going to be hard.

As he laid down on his bed alone that night, Mike replayed the day's events in his mind. It was such an emotional roller coaster actually, from initially thinking that she had no intention of ever talking to him again to finding out that they both didn't need the push of alcohol to do such intimate acts together. It felt odd and nice at the same time because he knew they were nothing more than mere friends doing each other a favor and enjoying each other's company. Nothing more, nothing less. He was honestly quite saddened about this idea but knowing how strict her grandparents were and how the world's eyes were on him more often than not, having something more than what they have now might only cause trouble for the both of them. Her, especially. Will her grandparents allow their precious grandchild to be in tabloids, showbiz news, and magazine covers? Will they permit seeing her name as "the girl linked to international top model Mike Romanov"? Perhaps not. Mike sighed to himself as he slowly and painfully let the idea sink in. Well, at the very least they had his home as their little escape, their little sanctuary. These four walls provided the utmost security to both of them wherein they can actually be who and what they wanted to be. Juliette could be sexual as much as she wanted and he'd appreciate that, and he could be a sweet and normal boy and she'd appreciate that. It was a little paradise and perhaps nothing compared to what they could have been if they were permitted to date one other but right now, this little paradise was all that mattered. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mike fell asleep that night while staring at their photo together. He absolutely loved how she rested her head on his shoulder while she had that shy yet cute smile and he was smiling the kind of smile no magazine, paparrazzi, and fan camera would ever know. It was the best photo ever.

That night, he dreamed about her.

They were in a fine dining restaurant. He had the corner table reserved and he sent her a beautiful red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The neck line was a little low to allow her lovely woman lumps to peek just a tad bit but he made sure most of it would be left for others to imagine and for him to exclusively see. He drove his car to her house and, by some miracle, she was allowed to be with him that night. He couldn't see what he was wearing because the dream was through his point of view but he saw her heading out the door and smiling as met him with a kiss. There was in inaudible conversation as he led her to the passenger's seat yet her smile was at its widest. She was chuckling for some reasons, and her cheeks were flaring up a light reddish color which he knew was natural. He stoked her face with the back of his hand. Hell, he could feel the warmth of her skin brushing through the back of his fingers while she stopped her inaudible chuckles and she gazed up at him with a smile.

The scene shifted to the point where the both of them were already settled down. He ordered a bottle of red wine for the two of them, the wine which gave her the courage to wear the lingerie on that night they both set themselves free. He could hear her telling him how embarrassing it was to see that wine again and he heard himself telling her that it was the loveliest night of all so there was no need to be embarrassed. She seemed to have settled down upon his words and proceeded to take a few sips before the main course came in. He didn't get to know what it was for the scene shifted again to a dimly lit room. It wasn't his room, or Douglas's. He figured it must've been a hotel room since it seemed like one. Needless to say, the sex came as soon as they entered the room. He traced her curves again while she slowly took off his clothing piece per piece starting from the tie. With her, it was simple. He just unzipped her dress until it fell down into a red pile on the floor. He gazed at her from head to toe in which she felt shy and self-conscious again but he told her she was beautiful. He told her to stop covering her body with her arms and show herself fully to him in such a way that wasn't sexual or lustful like what they shared on their first night together, but a symbol of being completely trusting on him. He smiled to her and told her repetitively how beautiful she was. At first, she was smiling. In fact, she was even close to tears. But then she started chuckling in a cute manner again, telling him that his compliments were already too much. They shared a passionate kiss right after until she allowed herself to break free from the shackles of being a good girl again as she slowly took off every article of clothing he had on his body.

Mike didn't feel his cock penetrating inside her but he felt an emotion much, much stronger than any other sexual act. He heard her loud and clear as they lay on the bed with their bare skins sealing off any form of space that distanced them. She was tired and was breathing quite heavily after their passionate love-making yet with her husky voice and loving smile, she held the sides of his face and looked deep into his eyes before saying:

I love you, Mikheal Angelo Romanov.

Mike woke up in a jolt the following morning. He was breathing heavily as the dreamed played in his mind as vivid as if it actually happened. He hurriedly scavenged through the sheets for his phone and when he unlocked the screen, it was still on their photo. He smiled at the sight and even gave her a kiss through the screen before opening the message function and typing out a quick message to her. He already knew it was unlikely for her to respond but the thought of actually reaching out to her in some way made him feel better about everything. Today was a hectic day, after all. He needed all the good vibes he could get.

Good morning, beautiful. I don't know if school's actually fun for you but I hope you get through this day well and good. I'll see you soon, love. -M.R.

He set his phone aside with a smile before taking a deep breath. Alright, today was going to be a long day. He had fashion shoots to attend to and a contract signing for Arrow. It was time to kiss his freedom goodbye and go back to the real world.

The next week the entire class was given the surprise of a group project. Juliette was immediately excited and terrified. It meant actually working with people. That in itself gave her both positive and negative emotions. It didn't matter much that the groups were chosen already. She knew names and faces, but that was all. There wasn't someone who she really wanted to be grouped with.

Well, except for a certain world famous model.

Even if she were able to choose, she wouldn't be able to choose him. Choosing him would just bring up questions due to the mere fact they had gone on a 'date' to Douglas' party a few weeks ago. Gossip was what students thrived on after all. There were days that even she couldn't help but listen to the quiet whispers of stories she heard in the library. As much as she loved fiction, some juicy nonfiction was always entertaining as well. Just listening to the drama some people went through made her realize she might have been lucky, being cut off from that sort of world.

When he began to announce the names, she heard high fives and cheers from those who were lucky enough to be paired with friends or those who were the top in class. As far as she knew, she was ranked at the top. At least she hoped, maintaining that was important for her scholarships, and it made her grandparents happy. Not to mention she took pride in it, but she didn't voice it to anybody. There was even a chance that no one knew she was at the top of her class. The most she did was give insight on novels during discussion. Otherwise, she didn't say a word. Honestly, it was because she felt nervous raising her voice outside of literature and singing, apparently.

Her name was the first for her grouping, her head stayed down despite the fact she was listening. The groupings had four each. The second name was one she was actually familiar with. Gerard Abel. An international student from France whom was a baritone in their group. His falsetto was absolutely wonderful. He had a good number of solos in the group, and was a decent guy from what she had heard. He was nice to everyone in the group. Even to her, the girl who barely said a word. Her hear raised and she looked behind her only to find him smiling at her. She gave him a friendly hint of a smile. It would be help to have one familiar face. The other names that followed were two names she would find out she only knew faces to.

But the last name caused her to drop her pencil. Mike Romanov. Juliette almost pinched herself, her eyes slowly lighting up and she turned to look at him. For once, she once she just couldn't hide her smile. Maybe this was fate trying to play with her. But she didn't really mind.

--

This was the third week of meetings, and the last the time entire class would get library time. Juliette proved to be a valuable asset to her group since she knew the library like the back of their hand. The project was centered around picking a few books with other themes of forbidden love, and doing comparisons of themes, traits between characters, etc. Everything was going smoothly. Her group's work ethic was something else. Somehow, she had been nominated captain by Gerard. It was a flattering, but she didn't exactly like having that weight on her shoulder. It didn't stop her from working them though. They needed two more books to compare.

"Why not Romeo and Juliet?" inquired Renee, a tall, lithe dance major. Her straightened hair was long, and swayed behind her whenever she walked. She wore heels that looked like they would snap at any second, and had a particular love for anything that hugged her body. Not that Juliette could blame her, since the girl had the body for it.

"N-No." Juliette almost too quickly negated. When she realized they had no idea how awful that book made her feel, she looked down and bit her tongue. "It's a good idea, I just think that every group will most likely be doing that. I, well-- I know a bunch that aren't all that 'mainstream.' Renee didn't seem to note the discomfort the title had given her and simply shrugged.

Following Juliette's directions throughout the library, the group was able to make an impressive pile of forbidden love stories on their work table. "We should start researching in teams. Some of us do characters, the others do themes and motifs." Her eyes had settled on Mike when she said teams, but she knew that working close to him may be a bit distracting, for both of them. Not to mention, it would cause a bit of a stir, plus he made her nervous. Last week's lesson had her so on edge due to the fact she knew very well where her feelings were going. She had done her best to suppress them and concentrated on working, but they had ended up kissing, and gosh did she love his kisses. They only grew with every kiss they shared, until her phone rang, that is (thankfully, and unfortunately.) Her grandparents needed her at the restaurant. That night she ended up masturbating, a lot. Still, she would really like to spend some time with him. They could work seperate from the group and just do research together quietly if anything. Although she didn't smile, her eyes, failing to hide her fond gaze, found Mike's. "I'll work--"

"Mike and I will do themes!" Renee basically bubbled before taking her hand rested on his forearm. Something in Juliette's stomach flared at the sight. She looked at Renee's hand for a long while before shaking off whatever strange sensation was causing her sudden irritation. Juliette simply nodded and watched as Mike was pulled, quite enthusiastically, to the computers.

"Well, Gerard. I guess we will do, um, characters." She smiled shyly, really unsure of how to talk to him all by herself like this. "We can sit and look through the books and find characters with things in common to start. Here." She got out a piece of paper and made two columns. "Let's find two female characters and two male characters, and write down what makes them alike and different." So the two worked quietly, Gerard picking the male characters while she opened a book to find another female character.

It was difficult with the amount of giggling she head by the computers. Once more, she found herself observing Renee and Mike. The two of them had been sitting at two computers the last time she had checked. Somehow, it seemed Renee had convinced him that using just one would allow them to get the same material. Juliette couldn't help but think how incredibly dumb the idea was.

"I never would have imagined working with 'the' Mike Romanov. Your appearance in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show was by far my fav' of yours. I...well I'm a really big fan, and this is just-- wow." She clearly was gushing, beaming at Mike under her fake lashes. Her tone of voice was so bubblegum candy-like that Juliette thought she would throw up. Her eyes widened a bit as suddenly Renee found a link on the screen that seemed interesting. Instead of pointing to it, her hand took Mike's (whom was holding the mouse) and guided him to it. Her hand was there far, far too long for Juliette's liking. Her fingers absently curled around the pages of the book, and she forced herself to look back at the page she had been skimming. "Are you going to a party anytime soon? Is there any chance I could...maybe be your date?" This time, Juliette could feel her teeth grinding. "Oh wait, Juliette was your date right. But, I heard you aren't dating so, maybe? Here!" With a giggle, Renee grabbed her pen and took his wrist, fingers gently curling around it while her 'Pandora' charm bracelet jingled. "Take this." She cooed and with a pink-ink pen, wrote something on the palm of his hand.

It was her number. "You should take a picture of us so you can put it as my contact picture? Or can you just take a photo with me? My little sister doesn't believe me when I texted her that you are my partner on a project. I think she may be just as big of a fan as I am." Juliette felt her heart wrench and ache as the girl lifted her camera phone and leaned in close to Mike.

She couldn't watch this.

Without a word, she stood up in a silent huff. Taking one deep breath and turning toward the rows of shelves.

"I-I'm sorry Gerard. I actually remembered a book that would be perfect...I'm gonna go get it." Her voice got quiet as her gaze lingered once more on Renee milking the fact that Mike was a celebrity. Of course he couldn't just tell her 'no.' What hurt more was the fact she was so beautiful. A skinny, tall, redheaded dancer. And she was a short, chubby, librarian. Looking at that girl was just another reminder of how inadequate she was--

Especially for someone as handsome as Mike Romanov.

Biting her lip, she turned and walked away. Her stomach hurt, and it felt at one point acid was eating at her head. Her fingers hurt from clenching her firsts and honestly, she almost kicked a shelf. She stopped at a shelf, spying a book that didn't have anything to do with the project. Her eyes were simply scanning titles in hopes of distracting herself from Renee's giggling. Even on her tippy-toes, she couldn't reach the book. It only brought on more frustration, and she almost felt herself begin to cry.

Why did it hurt to see him simply brush shoulders with her? Why did it seem like she could pop a blood vessel at the sight of his fake smile when he took that damn photo with her? Why did he have to look at that girl at all? Why did Renee have to be prettier than her? Why did she have to like him? Why couldn't she just suppress these feelings?

What even was this burning sensation? It had the fire of anger, but also the aching of loneliness.

Another giggle floated to her ears and she simply continued to try and reach the book near the top shelf. It was to no avail, she just wasn't tall enough. Maybe Renee could have reached if it she wasn't fawning over Mike.

Mike had his legs crossed while he spun his pen with his fingers. He was staring intently at his feet even when he already heard Juliette's name because he was sure, oh how sure he was, that he wouldn't be called. He never took part in group projects under strict orders of his management due to the fact that he can't attend classes always (he just skipped one because he was out of the country for two weeks) but when he heard "Mike Romanov" being called out, he nearly dropped his pen. He looked at the professor with utmost surprise but as he saw Juliette turning to him through his peripherals, Mike's gaze landed on her. For the first time since the night of Douglas' party, she smiled at him. In class. In public. That made him smile too, despite the fact that a couple of students would definitely see. She sat in front after all while he killed his time at the far corner of the room. Still, he smiled. He wanted to acknowledge the small gesture she did even if had mixed emotions about the entire thing. He really didn't want to work with anyone other than Juliette, not because she was the smartest girl in class, but because he felt most at ease with her; a girl who never squealed in his face, a girl who stood up to him and actually put him in his place, a girl who had the guts to say no, and a girl who's so beautiful and gentle he just wanted to keep her secured all her life. Somehow, there was a part of him who understood how her grandparents might have been feeling.

----

It sucks. It actually sucks to be in a group with her because there was an aching sensation to reach out and talk to her beyond what this project is about. First of all, he had a brain the size of a pea when it comes to English literature. He couldn't grasp the concepts easily so he needed her to guide him through it but right now, it can't just happen. Mike has pride after all, and was full of it. It was only in front of Juliette that this side pride is lessened but in front of these random classmates, he was Mike the model. He was Mike, the guy who was a lot of steps above them. He didn't need any more friends, he only wanted Juliette.

As they spoke, Mike had his feigned American accent on.

"I was actually thinking of--" He was about to say he was thinking of partnering with Juliette because he knows the story and the characters but he was cut off by Renee volunteering him off to work with her. Of course, naturally, Mike ended up smiling his fake professional smile as he nodded to her. "Well, yeah, alright. That's fine too," he said. It was a battle to argue with her. Mike insisted he'd do the research on his own but Renee wanted them to share computers for reasons he didn't understand yet reasons he had an idea of. Unwillingly, he had to agree. He noted how some students were looking at their direction which Mike figured was because it was the first time he actually spent time in the library. Well, some students had that gossiping looks on them but some were simply shooting dagger gazes at Renee who obviously couldn't keep it down. She kept on squealing and speaking in a high pitch which he absolutely hated. He only loved high pitches when Juliette was singing or when she was moaning out in delight. Fuck, he missed having her around. Renee's words were nothing compared to hers. He could hear her but he couldn't understand a word she was saying. In the end, he simply let her down easy. "I appreciate your support, Renee. It means so much to me," he told her. "But I won't be attending any parties soon because I'm busy with so many things. I'll keep your number in mind, though. Thanks." Mike held up his palm where the annoying pink ink was and smiled to her almost forcefully before hiding his palm away. He told her they could take a photo on her phone for her sister's proof (which Renee almost screamed for) and despite her persistence on having a photo on his phone, Mike simply said, "maybe next time. I'll let you know if I'm attending anything." Renee bought the reason for some odd reasons, which was a good thing for Mike. Of course, there wouldn't be a next time. There wouldn't be any parties. He didn't need the excuse of it anymore to actually have Juliette spending time with him.

After a few minutes, Mike excused himself for a while. He said he'd search for some information on books and he asked her, oh so sweetly and fake, to continue her work in the computer. Being the total fan that she was, Renee agreed to it and even told him he didn't have to ask. She was chuckling that high-pitched chuckle again, it was taking too much of him to actually keep his cool. There were too many eyes looking at them for him to actually treat her with a cold shoulder. Goddamn consequences the celebrity life has.

When Mike was sure he was in a safe spot, he pretended to scan the books for a while before taking out his phone from his pocket and sending a quick text message to Juliette.

"Rescue me, love. I don't like this. I miss you." By now, Mike figured Juliette was already familiar with his number so he no longer placed his initials at the end of the message in fear that Gerard or Renee might see it in some way. Renee most especially, she didn't need to know that he was personally texting Juliette. No one needed to know that.

----

Gerard was taking down some notes when Juliette excused herself. He gave it a while before standing up as well to follow her. Mike was about to sit back down beside Renee when he saw the whole thing happen. For a while, he simply watched it. He had been suspicious about Gerard lately. He could see how he definitely liked Juliette but Mike wasn't sure just yet if his intentions were pure. He looked like a nice kid, that was a fact, but every nice kid has something else hidden in them. Juliette was a perfect example of it. What if Gerard gets to see that side as well? Mike gripped his pen at the thought. Hopefully, Renee didn't notice anything.

"Is everything alright, Juliette?" Gerard asked. His accent was thick, just like Mike's, only that his was French and Mike's was Russian. Sometimes, Mike didn't even seem to sound like he was speaking in English because of how thick his accent coated his words. Gerard, on the other hand, had adapted the American accent pretty well but his tone still indicated a European accent somewhere there. He glanced the books Juliette was scanning. For some reasons, she was in the Psychology section.

"Hmm," Gerard began. He took out a Developmental Psychology book and started skimming through the pages. "I know we're supposed to analyze characters and all, but I reckon you're going beyond borders here." He chuckled. "Not that I minded, of course. Not at all. But don't stress out yourself too much, yeah? Come, let's go back. We can take down simple notes." Gerard wrapped his arm around her shoulder in such a way that looked like it wasn't romantic or anything as he led her back to their table. He then took a seat beside Juliette, opened a book, and read through some lines as he followed the words on the book with his finger. His body was tilted a bit, and so was the book, so that he leaned towards Juliette ever so slightly. From Mike's perspective, the conversation was inaudible and unknown yet it made him ache inside. He wanted to get up, tell Gerard to keep his space, but he stopped himself. He had to stop himself. He forced himself to look away and focus on their work instead.

"So umm, Juliette," Gerard began after their short discussion on Romeo and Juliet's third chapter. "Are you doing anything after this? Maybe we could go grab some coffee or something?"

When Gerard started talking to her again, Mike couldn't help himself from looking at their direction. He kept his cool on the outside, but he was burning inside. He knew he swore to himself he'd support her when she finds someone to like, but he didn't foresee it would be this emotionally burdening. Juliette was smiling at Gerard the way she would to him. Gerard was smiling too, so maybe they were talking about something interesting. Who could blame them? Gerard was in chorale too, so perhaps their world was a lot more alike that hers and Mike.

And she could have him.

She could love him.

Gerard could give her the normal life he can't give.

And that hurt so, so badly.

Mike pretended to fiddle with his phone, making sure Renee couldn't peek at the screen. "Umm hey, Renee, I'm really sorry but my manager just called. Calvin Klein wants a word with me. Can we continue this some other time? Oh, and can you please tell the others I went ahead? I'm really sorry about this."

Renee beamed her smile at him and nodded at every word he said like some sort of puppy. She stood up from her seat and gave him a hug before telling him to take care on his way. It felt so annoying to have someone else hug him other than Juliette but by now, he was used to these sudden gestures. As a model, he got that a lot especially in meet-and-greet sessions.

And with that, he was off. He got to his car and drove aimlessly around the city.

Gerard's voice out of nowhere caused her to flinch out of her boiling daze. His question on her well being surprised her. Was it that noticeable she was upset? What if Mike could tell. She didn't want him to know she was being irked by his little rendezvous with Renee. With a half smile, she simply shook her head. His teasing made her laugh, despite still aching. "Well, actually I have a paper due, but I could analyze fictional people too. I'm sure the Professor would appreciate as much insight as possible." The project wasn't stressing her out, it was her group members. Rather, their actions. There was such a need to check and see how Renee was flirting with Mike now, but she forced herself to keep her eyes on Gerard. He obstructed her view of them, thankfully.

There was warmth on her shoulder. The feeling was familiar, obviously since Mike had put his arm around her a few times. The only difference was, that this was Gerard's arm. At first, her body stiffened a bit. But her mind replayed moments at acapella practice when he would just casually put his arm around the members to josh around with them. It was something he did to both the girl and the boy members. It was just how friendly Gerard was. She wasn't used to friendly outside of Mike, but maybe she could try to be social. Just at school, if people would talk to her. So despite the small tingle of discomfort of someone else's arm around her shoulder, she gave Gerard a smile as they sat down and discussed their characters. He had a lot of insight, especially in love. Perhaps it was because he was French, after all, Paris is the city of love. The French were known for romance as well.

After their discussion, she had been scanning over character dialogue again, playing with the pages in hopes the noise would drown out Renee's constant giggling. Being engrossed in her reading, the proximity of Gerard didn't really even register.

"Are you doing anything after this? Maybe we could go grab some coffee or something?"

Her head shot up, his question not exactly registering itself either. Coffee? With him? The idea it was a date didn't cross her mind at that moment. It was the idea that someone had actually asked her to do something. Usually, she just had coffee alone. There was an uneasiness to the idea however, what would they talk about? Music? That was what they had in common. He seemed accustomed to literature. But what would happen if they didn't like the same sort of books? No, going to coffee would just be too awkward for someone with no people skills like her. Why did he even want to go with her anyway? Her lips parted slowly as she began to decline when the sound of a chair finally pulled her eyes over to where Renee and Mike were sitting. He was getting up. She stood up almost automatically, wanting to ask what was wrong or at least say goodbye. She would see him later tonight, but still.

Renee beat her to it though.

Her arms wrapped around his body, and she held herself close to him for much. Too. Long. Juliette's temper flared again, her eyes turned to daggers at Renee's back. How come he had to be so considerate of his fans? It was okay for his fans to be all over him and talk to him. But if she legitimately got close to him in a friendly way, in a romantic way, the whole world blew up? How come she couldn't work up the nerve to go over there and tell her to just give him some space.

How come she wasn't allowed to like him?

Watching Renee, she realized how badly at that moment she wished she could be like most of his fans. He would be able to acknowledge her then. After he left, Juliette turned to Gerard with a painful smile, letting him know she had to go and prepare notes for her tutoring session, and thanked him for the offer. "Maybe some other time."

That night at his house, she went through the notes Mike needed to know like she usually did. That was all, though. There was such a strong urge to kiss him every time she thought of Renee hugging him. Just to kiss him in general, due to the fact she saw him all day and couldn't take a step toward him. For unknown reasons, she wanted to ask him what he thought of Renee. Why he let her get all over him like that if he was so uncomfortable. Why did he have to be such a 'people person' celebrity. A half hour in, she pretended to remember her grandparents had called her on the way there to ask her to come home after 'working at the library.' Without another word, she hurried out of his place without even waiting for him to get his driver. Instead she took the subway home with an ache weighing her down.

She couldn't wait for this project to be over.
--

The entire project was going to bring her over the edge. Not the work part, that was easy. It was watching Mike be constantly fawned over by his #1 fan. After that last workday in the library, Renee had seemed to step up her gang. Juliette watched as that red-headed little minx used the fact that Mike was grouped with her as an advantage. Renee would bounce over to Mike, tapping on the shoulder, grabbing at his arm or tugging on his clothing sweetly. With a bat of her eyelashes, she would ask questions that made her look like a gigantic airhead. 'What book were we researching again? What theme was I in charge of?' Today was the last day they would all be able to work on the project as a group. Each one of them was busy on other days. Renee had dance lessons like clockwork, herself and Gerard had acapella practice, and Mike was obviously a world renown model. All the information was in their notes they had all written down, it was just a matter of putting it altogether. Right before class ended, the Professor allowed the groups to form to discuss a game plan.

To her dismay, everyone's house was unavailable. Mike's was always out of the question. Gerard's family was having a dinner party with friends, and Renee's parents were remodeling the house. The library was going to be crowded with everyone scrambling to get done. That was when Renee, just wonderful as always, asked a stupid question.

"What about your place, Juliette?" Juliette's somehow knew that question was coming. It didn't stop her from getting anxious nonetheless when Gerard and Renee looked to her with expectant eyes. The project was due in a week, and this was the last time they would be able to get together. If they came over her grandparent's would be on top of them. Asking them their names, ages, maybe even their addresses to make sure they were from decent neighborhoods. Juliette looked at Mike, just imagining what her grandparents would say to him. They didn't like him. They didn't like any younger generation celebrity. Having him the house was just asking for her grandparent's to question his morals and rip on the fact he surely had 'everything he ever wanted to him given to him with a snap of his fingers. Never worked for it a day in his life,' they had spat at the TV tons of times upon watching red carpet interviews. It was such a risk to have anyone from school in her house. But this was for the project, it needed to get done one way or another. It was Monday, so the restaurant usually got busy after work hours. Sneaking them in was an option, but she had snuck out, what, once? Sneaking people in was a different story.

"Juliette? Um, if that doesn't work, we could split up. I'm sure Gerard's family would let a study partner go to his house for a little while. And, Mike, I know my family wouldn't say no to you coming to our house. You could even stay for dinne--"

"No, no! M-M-My house works. Just, you have to go home before 8 o'clock. My grandparents are..." She trailed off. There wasn't even a word. "They, um, don't exactly trust college students." She could feel her cheeks flushing red from embarrassment, and secretly, anger. It wouldn't be much longer until the project was over. She could stand Renee for just a bit longer, if she must. "We'll go right after school."

--

Unlocking the door to the apartment, she took a deep breath. All she was doing was letting her peers work on a project at her house, and yet, the anxiety filling her was equivalent to the night she went to the party. If her grandparents found out, maybe they would cut her some slack since it was a school project. Then again, they would get more upset that she hid it. Basically, Juliette needed to have them all work on the project, and get them the heck out as quickly as possible. The less time she had to watch Renee be flirty with Mike, the better.

When they all filed in, she shut the door behind her and let out a shaky breathe. The anxiety grew watching everyone study the place. Not once in her life had anyone her age seen her home. Was it normal for people to feel self conscious about what their peers thought of their homes? Was it too shabby? Did it smell of food too much? Was it dirty? Her grandmother was a neat freak, but even so, Juliette found herself straightening the cushions of the couch before everyone sat down. "I just ask, please, that no one puts their feet on the furniture. S-Sorry, they might notice if the furniture has dirt on it or something. Otherwise, make yourselves at home. I hope it isn't too messy, or anything." She beamed as best she could, the beam faltering as Renee gingerly took a seat next to Mike on the couch. Their shoulders and hips touched as the redhead, nonchalantly as possible, tried to close the distance between them. With a wave of anger, she turned quickly to the kitchen. "I'll...I'll get us some water and snacks. You all can start on putting all your notes together and summing them up into a thesis as best as possible." Biting her lip, she had to stop herself from storming out of the room.

Snacks didn't help. At all. It was lucky she brought cold water. Watching as Renee tried to feed Mike chips made her blood absolutely boil. Watching Renee with those googly eyes that worshiped Mike had her so close to dumping that water on her. Curling her fingers tighter around her pencil, she sipped at her water in hopes to cool her ever growing temper. The only thing that distracted her from Renee's attempts to woo Mike was Gerard. Gerard and her made small talk ever since the project started. He talked to her more in Acapella practice, and it turned out they had a lot more common than she thought. Music taste especially. He was actually very interested in Broadway musicals. Last Thursday, he had brought her coffee, explaining that if they couldn't go the last time, he may as well bring some to her. He even came to visit her in the library at one point, chatting while he checked out a few books. She found herself talking his ear off when he asked for recommendations.


"Ah! I meant to tell you all, my sorority is having a winter formal ball. We booked a banquet hall and everything-- and of course, I wanted to invite all of you." Renee piped a few hours later after they finished a good portion of what was left to do. Juliette raised an eyebrow, quite clearly seeing how Renee said 'everyone' while looking directly at Mike with hopeful eyes. "Everyone needs a date and well, our little group is perfect. We can make it a double date! I'm know Gerard here as been dying to ask you on some sort of date, Juliette--"

"Wait, what?" Juliette asked with wide eyes. Date? Gerard? Quite honestly, the whole idea Gerard could like her had gone over her head completely. In fact, the whole idea anyone could like her was unheard of.

[[OOC: I was thinking Renee and Gerard actually are partners in crime. Like they secretly talked about trying to find a way to set each other up. Let me know if I should revise it. Can't wait to see where this situation goes.]]