Legacies Imagines

Teacher's Pet🍆- Hizzie/You

You knocked on the door to your professor's office after deliberating for 5 minutes if you should. You checked twice to make sure it was actually supposed to be office hours at this time. It was. So why did she have the door closed? You were happy to hear her call "come in!" So you rushed to open the door and pop inside, only to see another student, the worst student in the class, Lizzie Saltzman, lounging on your professor's couch. Figures that she would be here, you dismissed, considering she had to be failing the class.

"People actually come to your office hours?" Lizzie looked at Professor Mikaelson, incredulously. Case in point, you decided, with that kind of sass.

Your professor didn't look amused by the comment. "Some students actually want to do well in my class, Ms. Saltzman. Though, Ms. Y/L/N doesn't need any help with that." You tried not to preen under her praise and attention. You really needed to get a grip.

"I uh, just wanted to check that my essay topic was on track, Professor. I can...I can come back if you're busy-" you glanced at Lizzie, not sure why you couldn't hold her amused gaze. Maybe it was because she was smiling at you like you were not in on a secret.

"Question for you, Ms. Y/L/N."

You immediately responded to your professor, "Yes, ma'am?"

"What is the meaning of machinery in Anna Karenina?"

You answer automatically, "It represents the artificial love created between Anna and Vronsky, but could also be interpreted as Tolstoy's fear of the advancement of industry, overrunning Russia's traditional society. "

Professor Mikaelson was smiling at you sweetly, "Very good. Ms. Saltzman-" she said the name without taking her eyes off you, "what was the message Tolstoy was trying to portray about women in Russian society?"

Lizzie doesn't shift from her lounging pose on the couch. "No idea, Professor. Didn't read it." She admitted so blatantly that you gawked at her. She smirked back at you. "But why would I care about what some crusty, old man had to say about Russian women? I'd rather hear it from an educated woman like yourself." Lizzie had turned her stare to Professor Mikaelson, who was returning Lizzie's gaze intensely. You stared at her, open-mouthed. Was she flirting with your professor? God, the girl had some balls. You licked your lips, trying not to admit to yourself that you were jealous. That was a good line. And you just parroted what Hope- er Professor Mikaelson had taught about last lecture.

You shut your mouth quickly when you saw your professor's gaze back on you. She smiled at you as she walked behind her desk, sitting down in the black leather chair. "Ms. Saltzman, come here please."

Lizzie's eyes got wide, she sat up, locking eyes with your professor. You weren't sure what she saw there, but whatever it was made her get up and walk up to the chair. "That was clever," Professor Mikaelson complimented her previous remark. "Sit. You deserve a reward." You saw Lizzie's shoulders roll back, clearly proud of herself, as she sat where Professor Mikaelson indicated...in her lap.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the heat running through your body, your cheeks in particular, at the scene. You hoped you were able to keep your expression neutral. Why did she get a reward? She hadn't even read the damn book.

"Ms. Y/L/N, come here." You weren't sure what to do, so you walked behind the desk to stand awkwardly. "Closer." Your professor indicated she wanted you to stand right in front of her chair.

So you did. You couldn't hold eye contact with her or Lizzie though.

Your professor continued anyway, "You've worked really hard in my class, Ms. Y/L/N. I've noticed." Your eyes flicked up to hers then, and you saw her intense blue gaze before you looked at your shoes again. "I'd like to give you a reward also, if you want one." You gasped quietly, not sure if she meant what you thought she meant, glancing up at her again. She had a slight smile on her face, one that made your core clench.