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Don't Stand So Close To Me (bodman54&Mim)

Talia smiled at the compliment. "As do you," she returned, eyeing him appreciatively before buttoning up a wool overcoat her father had bought her out of guilt for her birthday last year. She shrunk down into it as they stepped out into the biting cold and she looked over at his question. He really was clueless, wasn't he? "Oh, I thought it would just be the two of us. We haven't had the opportunity to grab dinner together since you drove me home that one time." It was a casual mention, as though it weren't anything out of the ordinary for a student to get dinner with her very attractive teacher.

She led the way through the streets, taking his arm in an old-fashioned sort of way with her hand resting on his forearm. Gently she steered him around this corner or down that alleyway, staying close to his side as they walked and ignoring the appraising or critical looks. The beauty of the city was that nobody knew them, and this far from the hotel they weren't likely to run into any of her classmates. They were all likely to stay close, wandering within a few blocks of the hotel to find food and something to do. She'd seen a theater a block or two away; that was likely to be tonight's entertainment for most of them. Her entertainment was going to be Alex Sale.

The restaurant was richly decorated in a way that it wouldn't have been a surprise if they charged for breathing the air. The city spread out before them as snow softly fell, covering all of the imperfections in a clean blanket. There were no prices on the menus and the waiter didn't ask to see her ID when Talia ordered a glass of wine with a charming smile. She had been here with her father once, and didn't mention to Alex that she had made the reservation a week ago, once she had convinced him to chaperone the trip.

"So did you enjoy the museums?" she asked as she looked over the menu. "I saw you and Jackie getting chummy over the Impressionists there. Careful or you might make me jealous." She nudged his foot under the table and winked at him over the rim of her wine glass. "Only room for one teacher's pet here, and I don't intend to lose that title any time soon. Oh!" She looked up at the waiter who had appeared by her shoulder. "I'll have the duck confit and arugula salad. Thank you."
 
Alex and Talia trudged through the windy streets. She kept close to him, using him for body warmth and to try to cut the wind a little. He didn't mind. He was wearing pants, which kept him a bit warmer than she would be in her dress. He let her guide him to the restaurant, assuming that it would be some small family diner or something. He did notice the looks that people shot him and frowned a bit. He was just being generous with one of his students. Nothing scandalous was going on.

Then the reached the restaurant. He stared in shock as she led him up the steps and through the door. There was no way they could afford to eat here. He tried to protest but they were immediately led to a table and seated. He looked around at the fine dining establishment, staring at the wealthy people who were enjoying a meal. He was a fairly new teacher so his salary was pretty low. Some of these people probably made three times as much as he did in a year.

"I can't afford this," he said as they looked at the menu. Technically he could. It would just eat into he and his wife's carefully budgeted money.

But she went right ahead and ordered. He looked down at the menu in a panic. "Um. I'll have the salmon please." The waiter nodded and took there menu. Alex turned back to Talia.

"What were you thinking bringing us here?"
 
Talia raised her eyebrows in mild surprise when Alex demanded to know what she was thinking. She had expected shock, certainly, but not rebellion. Well, this would have to be stamped out quickly. She tilted her head innocently and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I was thinking it'd be a nice evening after spending time at the museum," she said with a carefully honed tone of hurt to her voice. "You know, a day of culture and all that. I mean, I know teaching doesn't pay much, but I also know that Saint Barnabas pays much more than public schools. I mean, it seems like you work half the hours my mom does and earn twice as much. We can leave if that's not the case..." She gestured vaguely to the door.

While Talia didn't always have expensive tastes, she did expect to be taken out every now and then for something particularly out of the ordinary. She had meant for this evening to be an example. The situation was still delicate, and if he insisted on leaving she would. But she had steered the conversation to be less about her own choices and more about proving himself as a man, proving that he would be able to take her somewhere nice. She wanted to gauge just how much Alex craved her approval, to what lengths he was willing to go to keep her happy. She watched her teacher across the table, waiting for him to make a decision.
 
He quickly shit his mouth, thinking rapidly. The prices, while high, weren't too outrageous. Or at least that's how he rationalized it. Besides. It was cold out and they were already in here and seated. Might as well enjoy the dinner. And he did love a well cooked salmon.

"No it's fine. Just don't thin you can eat like this for the rest of the trip," he said with a forced smile.

He turned back to the earlier conversation. "Don't worry about Jackie replacing you as my favorite. We were just discussing the techniques the impressionists used. Besides. She doesn't like math that much to try to take your place."

He sipped on the water provided by the waiter, suddenly finding his mouth very dry. He needed a drink. Something strong as well. When the waiter came back he ordered a Jack and Coke, knowing that even a place like this will have those two things and won't upcharge him too much.

"So what did you think of the museums? I saw you by the Van Goghs for most of the time."
 
After a few moments of thought, Alex relented. Talia smiled approvingly and reached out to touch his forearm, giving it a little squeeze to let him know he'd done well and chosen wisely. Good boy. Depending on whether he behaved himself the rest of the night, she might just let him have tonight to think that he was still in charge.

"Of course not," she replied with that same warm smile. "We've got what, four days? Today's culture day. Tomorrow we'll find some little hole-in-the-wall where they make the best Asian dumplings in the city and people watch. It'll be like ten bucks max, promise." If everything went well, by the time they had dinner tomorrow he wouldn't care about the price.

Conversation turned back to Jackie and she nodded approvingly when he assured her that she wouldn't take her place. "Good," she said firmly after taking a sip of her wine. "I don't share well. Comes with being an only child." She smiled, then waited patiently while he ordered his drink. Well, that ought to loosen him up a little, anyway. "Oh yeah, I've always loved Van Gogh. I'm not usually one for fine art, but his use of color has always struck me as just so uniquely beautiful. Dad promised to take me to the Louvre one day to see more of them...but that's probably just a pipe dream."

She was going to have to give up a little bit of herself in order to get Alex to give up everything. Might as well keep the stakes low with something anyone who knew her would know. "He tries to buy my love; it's just his way." Talia shrugged. "It's nice, especially knowing that my mom is probably in the bottom 10% for parental income at school. He's paying what tuition isn't covered by scholarship. It'd just be nicer if he was better on follow-through, y'know?" She shrugged again and nudged his thigh with her knee. "But enough about me. What're you hoping to get out of this weekend? I mean, other than some time away from Lexi."
 
How did she get wine? He had been so concerned about the price of the restaurant he hadn't even noticed. But he couldn't really do anything about it now. Not only was he not her parent, she already had it. Might as well let her enjoy it. "I was never a big Van Gogh person myself. Then again. I'm also not a big fine arts person. But if you want to go to the Lourve so badly then you should take yourself. You're resourceful. I'm sure that you can get there on your own."

He felt a little bad that her relationship with her father was so bad. Every child deserved to have two loving parents. He had. For a while at least. There was a disagreement that spiraled out of control. He hadn't spoken to them since the wedding five years ago. And even then was tense.

He could feel her knee on his leg and noticed her hand on his arm. He couldn't shake the tingling feeling he got whenever she gave him one of those lingering touches. "Oh I don't know. Might go to the science museum they have in town. Might just walk around and look at the lights. The display is supposed to be very impressive." He shrugged, not having thought about it much. The whole thing was such a whirlwind that he hadn't had time to consider what he was going to do on the trip.

"What about you? You said you aren't really an art person. What would you like to do?"
 
Talia snorted. "Yeah sure. I'll sell lemonade and do car washes to fund the thousand-something dollar pane ticket, then have enough money left over to live in a cardboard box." She shook her head. "Way easier said than done. Especially since my mom wants me to be saving up for college." But that was too childish a subject. It would remind him too strongly that she was his student. Couldn't have that.

When he returned her question to her, she shrugged. "I dunno, I was just along for the ride," she admitted. "The science museum is cool, but I'm more interested in the architecture. History. That sort of thing." She shrugged again. "I wanted to look at the lights too though. We should go together. I always find stuff like that is more fun when you're with someone." She brightened. "Hey, maybe we could do it on the way back to the hotel? I mean I think it's on the way, the spots that are supposed to be the most beautiful. What better way to end the evening?" She touched his arm again and pouted. "C'mon Alex. Please? Come look at the lights with me."
 
He nodded when she mentioned how expensive tickets were. He hadn't checked the prices recently, but last time they went to a travel agent, Lexi had been strenuously against going to Europe due to the price. But then he remembered an off hand conversation he heard in the teacher's lounge the other day. "Don't tell anyone I told you. If you do I'll deny it. But I heard that there might be a Europe trip at the end of the year. From what I've heard they're going to use it as an incentive. Get good enough grades to skip your finals and you will qualify to go."

He took another sip of his drink as she talked about her desire to see the architecture and the lights. He nodded when she said that the lights were on the way back to the hotel. "I guess they are. We can probably take a detour to look at them as we head back." He hated to say it, but she was very adorable when she got excited like this. He couldn't possibly say no to her. So he caved.

"But you have to promise me no more expensive detours. This one was shocking enough. Another one like it could give me a heart attack." As they're chatting the food arrives, plated beautifully.

"Bon apetite," said the waiter as he dropped the food off, refilling her wine. Alex smiled as he started to eat his fish, groaning in pleasure at the deliciousness of it.

"This is amazing. How is your food?"
 
Talia's eyes lit up, genuinely excited at the prospect of not only skipping finals but of going to Europe. "Well, I'll be sure to keep my grades up then," she said with a grin, managing to keep her tone subdued. "Maybe you can chaperone that trip too, hm? We'll go to the Louvre together then we'll go do something you want. So long as it only cost a couple Euro." She chuckled and winked.

This was accompanied by a rolling of the eyes when he demanded promises from her. "I already said I wouldn't, didn't I?" she shot back, irritated. "The lights are free. And what's more important, anyway: money or experiences?" Talia set her jaw hard with irritation. Fortunately for Alex, the waiter arrived with their meals. She thanked him and smiled when he refilled her wine.

"Absolutely incredible," she said. "I love duck. Dad took me here once for brunch and it was amazing. I've been wanting to come back ever since. I'm not disappointed." She smiled. "Hopefully I'll continue to not be disappointed with this trip." She gave him a pointed half-smile, then took another bite. "So Alex...was teaching always the plan? Or did you wanna do something else with your life before settling down?"
 
"You know experiences are better. But I unfortunately can't pay bills with experiences. So let's stick to the free lights for now." He favored her with a smile as she dug into her duck. He ate silently for a few moments before answering the question. "Teaching was always the plan. I had some really great teachers growing up and they made a huge impact on me. I wanted to do the same for students who came after me. My parents didn't share the same sentiments. They always wanted me to grow up and become something "useful". As if shaping the minds of young students isn't useful."

He found himself getting irritated even remembering the fights. So he did his best to steer the subject elsewhere. "We'll see about chaperoning that trip. I'm sure that lots of teachers are going to be vying to get a paid vacation to Europe so I might have more competition than I did on this trip."

The polished off the fish, scraping the last remains off the plate before setting his silverware down. "That was delicious."
 
"Well that's very noble of you." Talia didn't see the appeal in teaching, but she never could have been described as "altruistic" in the first place. She could see by the way he shifted his shoulders that he was getting irritated. "Well, I'm grateful you decided to teach," she assured him with a gentle pat on the thigh. "And I think you're very well suited for it."

When he expressed doubt that he might get to chaperone the trip, she shrugged. "It's first come first served, right?" she pointed out. "So throw your hat in now, and you're practically guaranteed to land a spot. It won't be any fun without you." That was six months from now. She had plenty of time to make it abundantly clear that she expected him to go no matter what.

Alex set his silverware down and Talia followed suit, having finished her duck and most of her salad. "Well, we could get dessert here," she mused. "Or there's a couple bakeries in the area I know. We could split something." She leaned back in her seat a little. "Or we could just go walk under the lights. I think a little of both would be nice."
 
"Why don't we go to a bakery and get something that we can enjoy while we walk?" The check came and Alex picked it up. His eyebrows climbed up his face as he looked at the price. But he sighed. It was really good. He brought out his wallet and started counting out bills, dropping them along with a nice tip as they got ready to go. He stood up, looking at Talia as he put on his coat.

"Ready? I'm going to visit the bathroom real quick before we leave." He received directions from one of the waiters, hurrying off to do his business. He finished up and washed his hands, taking a mint that was in a basket for the patrons as he walked back out to Talia.

"Now I'm ready. Let's go."
 
"Finally," Talia teased with a smile, taking his arm familiarly again. She had already taken a mint while he was in the bathroom. "C'mon, before they turn all the lights out on us."

It was starting to flurry as they walked downtown, looking at the lights. They stopped in at a little bakery and split a piece of pie, talking and people watching, before continuing on. Although it was only eight o'clock, the sun had been down for several hours after the short winter day. The city was still awake. Talia led him through some park and along the river, strolling slowly with him. Taking their time. Pressing close to him and not letting go of his arm. She looked up at him as they ambled through a tunnel of lights.

"Isn't it all just so beautiful?" she asked with a small smile, her face illuminated softly by the lights. She let her gaze linger for a moment. "Why don't we get one of those horse-drawn cabs back to the hotel? That'd be fun and we'd still get to see the lights."
 
"I'm sorry you want me to explode at some point between here and the hotel," he said with a laugh as she grabbed his arm as they left the restaurant. There was no danger of them turning the lights out yet. They would stay on till midnight. So they still had four hours to enjoy them.

The pie was delicious, as all pies are, and it warmed them both up on the cold December night. He graciously let her finish it off, watching the charm bracelet he gave her twinkle on her wrist. He didn't even remember what they talked about, none of it being important. What he did remember was that he enjoyed her company.

They headed out, determined to see all the lights in the first night. They were truly spectacular displays and the city was rightly proud of them. Music was pumping through the air as they walked, holiday tunes that everyone knew and could sing along to.

Their route was meandering, not really important as they spent more time looking up than at where they were going. He was a little drunk, not enough to be unable to function, but enough to not protest her clinging to his arm. "Yes they are," he said as they walked through the tunnel. The lights bathed her face in a pale golden glow and he found himself smiling.

"A horse drawn carriage through the lights on a snowy Christmas night? Sounds very romantic," he joked as he hauled one down.

The two of them climbed up and Alex gave the driver the hotel name. There was a blanket and a piping hot thermos of hot chocolate in the back. He pulled the blanket over them and poured two cups off coco, handing one to her as the horses moved off.
 
"Well, I certainly don't object to a little romance in my life," Talia joked back. They weren't really jokes; she knew that, and somewhere deep down past the denial he probably knew it too.

The cab was cozy, to say the least. It was Normal Rockwell picturesque, with the lights an the coco and the blanket. She snuggled close to Alex, their thighs touching beneath the blanket as she sipped her hot chocolate. When Talia was done she set her cup down at the floorboard and set her hands in her lap as the carriage ambled through the park. Every now and then she would touch his arm to get is attention to point out something particularly beautiful. Gradually she let her hand rest longer and longer there, until she no longer moved it away. Gradually still, she slid her hand toward his.

"Thank you for taking me out, Alex," she murmured softly, turning to him. "Everything's so beautiful. I want to remember this moment for a very long time." She smiled and gently brushed a bit of hair out of his face with her free hand, grazing his thumb with her fingertips on the other.
 
"A little romance is always nice," he agreed as they watched the lights roll by. They sit in silence for the most part, the clop of the horses hooves echoing along the snowy streets. He slowly sipped on the coco, enjoying the warm liquid.

He spent a lot of time looking out along the street, occasionally turning when she touched his arm to point out something. The coco must of had alcohol in it or something, because the more she touched him the longer he wanted the touches to last.

Ever so slowly she would leave her hand on his arm, moving it down until their fingers were intertwined. He looked down at his, shocked he was letting her do that, but he didn't pull away.

"You're welcome Talia," he said as they continued to ride. "It really is a perfect night. The snowfall even adds to the magic." He blushed as she moved some hair out of her face. "But you should be out here with a boy your age. Not your old and boring teacher," he teased her.
 
She could see him blush even under the dim golden glow of the Christmas lights. It was cute, really. Talia smiled and shook her head when he insisted she ought to be out with someone her own age.

"High school boys don't interest me," she said honestly, sliding her fingers between his and holding his hand. "And you're what? 23? 24? I've got friends your age. And you're a hell of a lot less boring than a lot of the high schoolers I hang out with." Talia smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. It was a familiar gesture but one she had doled out exceedingly sparingly over the past few months; her lips had graced his flesh less than a handful of times. If he wanted more, he was going to have to make the first move. In all of her relationships Talia insisted on culpable deniability. If they ever got caught, she was just an innocent student caught in her teacher's web of power imbalance and abuse.

"C'mere, I'm cold," she insisted, taking the arm nearest her and wrapping it around her shoulders, scooting in against his side. With one arm around her and the other hand laced with hers, it was one of her more obvious setups. Talia took it one step further and put her free hand on his thigh under the blanket. "I'm really glad I got to spend some time with you, Alex," she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder and looking up at him. "I've been having a lot of fun. You're way less boring than a night of pizza and truth-or-dare." She smiled easily and squeezed his thigh gently.
 
"I'm 26 thank you very much," he said with fake indignity. He then laughed. And then she kissed him, her lips just brushing his cheek. That made him blush even more. He smiled down at her as he wrapped his arm around her. He pulled her close to him, warming her with his much larger body.

"I'm glad we did this too. You're great company as well." He looked down at her, seeing her upturned face smiling up at him. Maybe it was the alcohol. It probably was the alcohol. But he couldn't help himself.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. First it was a brush. Then it was more. He pressed his lips to hers, softly at first and then more insistent. He closed his eyes as he kissed her for the first time.
 
He would tell himself in the morning that it was the alcohol. He would tell himself that it was the light and the snow and the warmth. He would tell himself anything to avoid that responsibility, but Talia knew better. She knew him. He was bored in his marriage, he craved someone younger, someone more exciting...and that was most certainly something she could give. She leaned into the kiss. His lips were warm and inviting, gradually becoming more insistent. Her hand slid toward the inside of his thigh and slowly, gradually slid upward.

"Alex..." She murmured his name against his lips when the came up for air, then pressed another kiss to his lips.

Her tongue gently pressed against his lips in a way that could have been taken for shy. She still hadn't gotten him naked, after all. She carefully explored Alex's mouth with her tongue while she slid her hand up and found that bulge in his trousers. The hand holding his, fingers laced, gripped slightly tighter to prevent him from taking that hand away while under the blanket she tenderly rubbed his dick through his pants.
 
He didn't know how long the kiss lasted. Too long to be honest. He didn't put up any resistance, letting her tongue into his mouth as her hand slid upwards. His heart was hammering as he kissed her. It was so wrong but felt so right.

He could feel her hand traveling up his leg, grasping at his cock that was already hard in his pants. She stroked it, gently at first. It felt so good, her hand rubbing him ever so gently.

But then he realized what he was doing and he pulled away. "Talia. I'm sorry." He shifted away from her, extracting himself from her grasp. This was incredibly wrong. She was 17 and a student. He couldn't be kissing her. No matter how good her lips felt on his.
 
He surprised her a bit by shifting away. But she wasn't giving up, not now when she was so close. Talia hooked one finger under his chin and gently turned his face to look at her. "Don't be," she insisted softly. "I'm not."

With Alex cornered in the back of the carriage, she leaned in for another kiss. One hand cupped his cheek softly but firmly while the other deftly undid his belt then his pants. She slipped her hand into his undone fly, cupping his dick over his underwear and stroking softly. Her thumb circled the tip of his head gently. She continued stroking him while she pulled away slightly, just so that her lips brushed his.

"I want you, Alex," she murmured, "and I know that you want me. We're in a romantic city at a romantic time of year, we've both had a little to drink..." Her lips pressed softly, slowly against his while she stroked his cock a little more firmly, squeezing gently on her way back up. "Why not?"
 
He tried to escape but he was stuck. She walked him back until he was pressed into the corner of the carriage. "It's not right," he said weakly as she inched closer and closer. Truth is that he wanted it. He hadn't felt this type of attraction to a woman in a long time. He and Lexi barely touched anymore. They hadn't kissed in weeks. So this kiss was electric. He was having a lot of trouble resisting her.

He felt her sliding her hand into his pants, stroking his cock outside his underwear. He tried to push her away but found that he couldn't. She so skillfully manipulated it, getting him harder and harder.

"Because I'm your teacher. That's why not. You look up to me and respect me. I can't abuse that. This isn't right Talia." He closed his eyes and presses their foreheads together. "We can't." But his voice didn't have any of the conviction behind the words. He knew that he couldn't resist her. She had skillfully wrapped him around her fingers. He didn't acknowledge it yet. But deep down he knew.
 
"And what if I told you that you're not abusing anything?" The tips of Talia's fingers slipped in the slit in his underwear, allowing only the slightest skin-to-skin contact under the blanket. "What if I told you that I've wanted you from the moment I met you? That wouldn't change, teacher or not." Her teeth scraped gently against his lower lip while he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. His will was as weak as his voice. But still, he had a choice. She was going to make it clear that she wasn't going to force him into anything. She leaned up and slid the tip of her tongue lightly along the ridge of his ear. "We could give each other the world," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin, catching his earlobe ever-so-briefly between her teeth. At the same time her fingertips brushed over his tip, spreading the bead of precum that had formed there.

Then she was gone. She was still under the blanket but Talia had withdrawn her hands and moved away from him, now in her own corner of the carriage with her hands over the blanket. She looked at him frankly and shrugged.

"Or not." Her tone was flat, unimpressed. "Your choice."
 
He groaned as she touched his cock with the barest of glances, the first female skin on skin he'd had in a while. He was a mess. He needed this. The animalistic part of his brain demanding that he continue. That he take her and make love to her all night. But the logical part was hammering him with all the reasons this was a bad idea. The only question was which side would win out in the end. But she was skilled at seduction for someone so young. The barest touch here. A nip of the teeth there. He was slowly becoming clay in her hands.

And then she was gone. He opened his eyes quickly, seeing her sliding away from him to the other side of the carriage. He looked to the front but the driver hadn't seemed to notice their interaction. He almost thought that it was a hallucination. But his pants were still open and his cock was rock hard.

She was looking at him, her strong, grey eyes boring a hole into his soul as he laid his choices out for him. Chose her and he would get pleasure greater than he ever imagined. Don't and he would go home to his house. The home that he had bought with his wife who now felt like a stranger in his bed. His logical side was screaming "Choose Lexi. Choose loyalty." But that side lost. Before he even knew what he was doing he was sliding across the bench, going to her this time as he kissed her, taking her head in his hands as he pulled her mouth to his.
 
Had her lips not been busy, Talia would have smirked triumphantly. She knew he was going to choose her; he was always going to choose her. It was a fate written indelibly in the stars. On their way to the hotel Alex melted into her embrace, mouths and tongues and teeth exploring one another like the strangers they had been for far too long. At one point she found herself straddling his lap, blanket forgotten on the floor, grinding against his bare cock through her panties. At one point she glanced up, however, and slid out of his lap before warning him to put himself back together.

In the hotel they took separate elevators. It wouldn't do for her classmates or worse, Mr. Henderson, to walk onto the elevator and in the best case scenario catch them both well dressed and looking thoroughly tousled. She met Alex with a giggle on the top floor and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward his room. While he fumbled for his key she leaned against the door coyly.

"Last chance," she warned with a wink. They both knew he wouldn't take it.

With a flurry of activity his shirt came off, then his undershirt. His shoes. Her dress. She stood in her lingerie, stockings, and heels, rather inappropriate for a sixteen-year-old girl but a gift from a certain Rabbi Morganstein that she had gladly accepted. Talia pushed him gently against the wall and unbuckled his belt again.

"I want to give you a gift, Alex," she purred as she sneaked his pants and underwear down around his hips. "A very rare gift you'll have a chance to earn in the future, so don't take it for granted." She smirked before kneeling down in front of him. Her lips left a crimson stain at the base of his shaft as she moaned and swallowed carefully around his cock, taking all of it easily. Her fingers gripped his base firmly as she moved her head up and down his throbbing shaft, running her tongue in serpentine patterns along the underside. All the time she looked up at him with her eyes, gauging how close he was.

Once he was close, she was suddenly gone. Talia brought her lips off of his head with a soft pop and stood up, looking expectant. "Don't you have anything for me?" she demanded, hands on her hips. It was a decent way to ease him into it, to pretend at first that it was all a game.
 
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