The Affair With My Professor

Six

Wanda's POV

The week dragged on and on until Friday, finally, just as I thought the day was over, I saw y/n standing outside my office and that's when I remembered.

I'm helping her study today.

As I remember, I invite her inside, she sits on one side of my desk, and I sit on the other. I draw the blinds against the glass window on the door, to hopefully avoid distraction.

"Okay we'll start with the test, get it out and I'll go through it with you." I explain and she does as she is told. I take her through the test showing her, her mistakes and giving her the corrections, she needs.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this has helped." She thanks me profusely. "You're welcome, I'm more than happy to help." She bites on the inside of her cheek "I know but your right I should've spent the weekend studying not- well you know."

"You're allowed to spend the weekend however you like." I say awkwardly, the fact she wasn't studying did bother me a little but at the end of the day somewhere stored deep down in a dark corner within me there's the real reason why seeing her bothered me. I'm juts far too afraid to find out.

"Anyway, on another note, how come you were there...at the bar I mean?" she asks me as we walk out my office. "I was supposed to meet my wife and a couple of her colleagues, but they got held up at work." Even though we're walking side by side I can feel the sadness in her eyes boring into me.

"I'm sorry." She says quietly.

"They just got held up, there's no need to be sorry." She grazes her hand over my arm to stop me from walking. She turns to face me "I don't know the full story here, but I know things are hard for you and your relationship," she pauses "and maybe I'm not the most mature person and I've never been married but you can talk to me." My body shudders, it's been a while since someone has cared for me like she has.

Why is it that the support and care one would expect their wife to give them comes from non-other than my student? I just want to feel something but this awfulness that engulfs me... and she's right here.

She's my student, I remind myself.

Her simple act of kindness releasing butterflies in my stomach, I know she only means well but the way she's making me feel is completely obscure and borderline inappropriate.

"Who would've thought I'd find a friend like you in all of the mess." I emphasise 'friend' more so for my benefit that hers. To remind myself just exactly who she is, she's just a friend.

"Oh, common were more than friends." She mimics my tone. I gulp, where on earth is she going with this? "Common Wanda you're like the closet person I have 'friend' is such a generic term I just don't think it suits who you are to me."

"You hated it when I was your 'professor' and now you hate it when I call myself your 'friend'... what name would you give it." I question the development of this friendship. "Well, I don't really know you know it's just 'friend' doesn't feel right." I laugh her words off, but I know she's not wrong.

Professor does not define me.

Student does not define her.

Friends simply doesn't define us.

I feel the crispness in the air as we step outside, the autumn weather slowly fading to winter as the months go by. With Halloween right around the corner, then thanksgiving we're not far from Christmas. The chill excites me, I love it when its cold, the nights come early and the idea of cuddling up by the fire warms my heart. The only issue is there's nobody at home to cuddle up to.

I walk her to her car for a change since she's always doing it for me. "Shit," She mutters, she pats her pockets down "I think I left my keys in your office they're on my lanyard on your desk." I smile at her. "It's fine we can back for them."

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I unlock the door for us both to walk inside, I can't help but want to stay in here, in this little office surrounded by warmth and her happy smile but we have to leave. She grabs her lanyard. "Common y/n we should go." She shakes her head at me "No, absolutely not, not yet its so cold outside and it's warm here." She exaggerates.

"We have to go common." I usher her to the door, but she stops, she pushes her back against the door. "uhuh," She breathes "it's cold I'm not going anywhere." I roll my eyes and grab the door handle anyway. My body virtually pressed against hers, but still there's a few inches between us.

"Y/n move." I groan. She doesn't move, she goes completely quiet as her eyes beam at me, I force myself to look away from her. "Common move." I say again, this time with virtually no authority, my voice barely above a whisper.

She pushes of the door a little but doesn't move to the side, her warm body against mine. Her head reaches about as high as my neck, I feel her breathing quicken. I wonder if she can hear my heart racing. "No." she breathes against my neck, the warm air fanning over me.

I look back at her my eyes locking with hers as I look down at her. I push all my morals aside as my free hand pushes her back against the door, my body falling on to her. My lips moulded with hers, her hands pull my waist impossibly closer to her body. I can feel her heart pounding, I know she can feel mine.

Despite how wrong this is I don't think I've ever felt anything more perfect. But in a instant I back off her completely, realising our swollen lips. She moves from the door, I walk straight out, ignoring her presence entirely.

What have I done?

Y/n POV

Before I even had time to process the feelings that twisted and turned within me she was gone. Before I even had the chance to say anything she'd left. No 'goodbye Ms. Maximoff' like normal. Absolutely nothing.

Have we ruined our friendship? The answer is probably but even though she kissed me first I wanted her to know I wanted it just as much as she did.

But even when I think about those words 'I wanted it as much as she did' I don't even know if she did want it. Her marriage is falling apart and perhaps I was just there.

There's not all that much I can do about any of it until I see her next. It's not like I can call her, and it's not like I can go to her house. I mean, I can go to her house, I know where it is, but I absolutely cannot go to her house. I battle with my thoughts as I drive home.

Instantly throwing myself onto my bed once I had gotten home.

Wanda's POV

As soon as I made it home, I changed and curled up in bed, not even bothering to eat or to call Serena to find out when she'd be home. As guilty as I feel, I know for a fact that I do not regret what I did. If she put me that position again, I'd do it again.

I lay in bed drifting off to sleep with the memory of her perfume and her soft lips imprinted permanently in my head.

Goodnight y/n.

Y/n POV

If only there were a way to understand how I felt.

If only there were a way to figure out how she felt.

My eyes flutter shut, drifting deep into sleep with nothing but her in my head.

Goodnight Ms. Maximoff

A/N IDEAS ?