Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Teacher-Student Romance Robert Downey Jr.)

Dream On.

"This is my worst nightmare."
A loud scream rips me out of my daydream. "I'll be late to my own engagement party."
I hear Hannah running through the living room downstairs.
It's the day. The day of the day. Well, not really the day, day. It's more the day before the day.
It's Friday. And the engagement party is supposed to start in three minutes. I take the steps down to the living room and almost bump into my dad. Everyone stands in front of the entrance, with their arms crossed and an annoyed look on their faces.
Except my father.
"What's with dad?" I ask and throw on my jacket.
"You look gorgeous, Sweetie." My mom replies and walks towards me. Her hands run over the collar of my suit jacket.
Since I haven't gotten a chance to wear it, I decided to take the new suit Alex got me in England for a spin. It's an ocean blue three piece suit and I have been in love with it since the first time I laid eyes on it.
"Is this the one Alex got you?"
I nod and smile. "You like it?"
"Oh it's marvellous." Hannah answers for her and pulls me in for a hug. "But can you please tell dad that I will bury him alive if he doesn't find his shoes right now!"
I start to laugh and my mother joins in.
"What is it with him and his shoes?" I say and then suddenly my dad appears from behind me and walks straight to the door.
"Why aren't you guys ready? I've been waiting for hours!" He giggles and opens the door, pushing us all outside.
The chilly November air blows through the streets and forces the fallen leaves to dance on the concrete. John opens the door for the women and then gets into the front passenger seat. He's wearing a light brown suit, which matches Hannah's beige dress perfectly. And their happiness almost makes me cry as he lifts her out of the car, as we arrive at the venue.
I get out a bit more clumsy and straighten my back.
The first thing I see are the twinkle lights. They are everywhere. In the air, around the huge trees, wandering the floor or in the flowers.
And yes. Flowers. Covering the side of the white carpet that is set out, leading the guests to the entrance. Everything is in white, gold and brown. Hannah and John stand in front of me and look as if someone had drawn then into the scenery. We walk down the carpet and nobody talks. The silence is only interrupted by the swaying trees, who seem to push us into the entrance.
Two huge dark wooden doors are opened and we emerge into a dim lit room.
"They're here." I here a mice like voice say.
Then a young women steps forward and stretches out her hand.
"Hannah and John." She says and shakes both their hands. "You're exactly how he described you."
They all laugh and I frown. Who described whom?
"First of all, congratulations to you two. I hope you have a wonderful party and that everything is exactly how you want it to be. He'll be out in a minute." She tells them and squeezes their hands one last time, before disappearing into a room near my dad.
I lean over to my father. "What's she talking about?"
He grins. "For whom do you think did I throw my Italian shoes on, Honey."
I frown and rub the back of my head.
"I didn't know they had a wedding planer?" I ask my mom and she waves it off.
"I'm just so happy he did it for them. He seemed to know everything about weddings and parties and cakes. It's so lovely." She replies and stretches her neck, trying to get a glimpse.
A glimpse of what?
We're standing in a room that has absolutely nothing in it, but flowers and twinkle lights. What's the big deal? Where is the party?
And who is this 'he'? Doesn't he have a na-
"Hannah! John!" It resounds from the back of the room.
And I know it immediately. I don't even have to turn around or open my eyes. I can feel it. My head spins and I feel like I haven't had legs for all my life. How do you use them? How do I move ?
And that's where he comes through the door, the other lady just walked in to. But the first thing I notice isn't that his hair is longer or that he is wearing a light stubble now. It isn't the way he moves towards us, with open arms, like he did a lot of times. The first thing that comes to my mind is what he's wearing.
A blue suit. An ocean blue suit. With a white shirt and a wood brown tie. We're matching. We're wearing matching outfits.
To the engagement party of my sister, I'm wearing almost the same thing as the professor I used to fuck.
My life is a fairytale.
"Robert!" Hannah says and a huge smile appears on her face. She falls into his stretched out arms and they both embrace each other fiercely.
"I can't believe you did all of this!" She squeaks.
John throws an arm around his older brother as he let's go of his fiancée.
"It's really means a lot to us, man."
"It's my pleasure. You two look lovely, by the way." He replies and the so utterly familiar shiver appears on my back, all down my spine.
Oh no. This is not good. This is so not going to end well.
He greets my dad and they engage in a wild conversation about the new Italian shoes my father is wearing. But he hasn't seen me yet. What if I just leave quietly. Maybe no one will notice.
But for once my father is quicker than my mind and I am pulled towards my misery.
"Robert, look who's back." He says and I stumble forward.
His eyes widen almost unrecognisable and he stretches out a hand.
"Aria." He says and his stare shoots through every vain in my body. "What a surprise."
"Indeed it is." I reply and grab is hand as lightly as I can, trying to touch him as little as possible. It almost hurts. The touch almost burns my skin or at least it feels like it does.
His gaze holds on to mine and I can't help but gasp a little. No one notices, except him and I see something in his eye light up. Something that doesn't show in the rest of his face.
"Why don't we all go in?" Downey suggests and everyone agrees.
But he doesn't step out first, of course he stays in the back, right next to me. His hand dangling only inches away from my body.
I stay silent, but the anger inside of me crushes these manners.
"What are you wearing?" I almost bark and he cocks an eyebrow.
"It's called a suit, Aria. You're wearing the same."
His reply makes me even more angry. "I know! Why are we wearing the same thing?"
"I wouldn't know." He explains. "But I think it's kind of nice for the maid of honour and the best man to match, don't you?"
I squint my eyes and exhale heavily. "No. As a matter of fact I don't."
We walk further down a little hallway and I feel that he tries to keep the conversation going.
"So." He begins. "How was England?"
I shake my head. "I don't want to tell you. It's nothing of your concern. So please leave me alone."
In my mind I had him go silent, but instead I hear a raspy chuckle coming from my left.
"What's so funny?" I hiss through my gritted teeth.
Downey turns his head to me. "I just think it's funny that you can hate me as much as you want. But we're family now. So you'll have to see me a lot more than you want."
I gulp. How much holidays are there? Oh god. Too many.
"You look very nice tonight." He adds and that gives me the rest.
I put a finger on his chest and press it into the material of his suit.
"You." I start and narrow my eyes. "You should be very careful."
His tongue slides over his lower lip and leaves it wet. I press my teeth together until it hurts.
"As always, it's a pleasure to see you." Downey replies.
We walk into a huge room and for a second I'm so shocked by the size of it that I forget to breathe.
Everything is white and from the floor are trees emerging and reaching towards the ceiling. They're all covered with delicate lights and candles. The whole room is only lit by the many little twinkle lights and tiny fires. Round tables with arrangement of wood and flowers stand around, with seats waiting to be filled. It looks breathtaking. Literally.
"My god." I blurt out and suddenly feel a hand on my back and lips against my ear.
"As I told you before, calling me Robert would be just fine."
His low mumble of a voice rises something inside of me that I had buried and locked away for the last seven months.
"Did you do all of this?" I ask him and he nods.
"With a little help from my friends." He jokes and I have to grin.
"It looks incredible. Hannah and John must be so stunned." I reply.
"Aria!" Someone calls from behind and I turn around immediately.
Then I see Alex walking through the huge entrance and coming towards me. His black suit fits him perfectly and the slim black tie makes him look utterly classy.
"Alex." I say and turn to him. "I was wondering where you were."
"I'm sorry for being a bit late. There was a problem with my bike."
He approaches me and I lean forward, grabbing his suit jacket, pressing my lips on his.
As we part, he grins. "You look incredible, darling."
I smile and squeeze his hand. "Thanks."
"And who are you?" A dark voice that doesn't sound so happy anymore, says.
"Mr. Downey, what a pleasure." Alex says and stretches out his hand. "I'm Arias boyfriend. We have already met, remember? I waited tables at the Hart's summer BBQ."
Downey narrows his eyebrows. "I'm sorry. I don't remember."
"Not a problem." Alex says cheerily.
"You came here by bike?" Downey asks him and Alex nods.
"Yes, sir."
A subtle grin hushes over his face.
"I think it's very honourable of Alex to be concerned about the environment and to not drive a car." I state and earn a hateful glance from the Professor.
"I will get you something to drink, love." Alex suggests and leaves me and Downey standing there.
We watch him leave and just as he is out of sight, Downey inhales.
"A boyfriend? Really?"
"What?" I snap. "Would you rather want me to go abstinent?"
"Oh no. Your abilities would be wasted in a monastery." Downey groans and I make an attempt to punch him in his side.
But he catches my fist in the air and holds it still. Downey doesn't let go, even though I shoot him a death stare.
"Stop touching me." I growl and he let's go of me.
"Aria!" Hannah calls and then pulls me away from Downey in a swift moment.
I follow her further into the room, without looking back.
"Why didn't you tell me that he was going to be here?" I mumble and she sighs.
"Because I knew you would've booked your flight sooner." She confessed.
I roll my eyes and pull her towards me. "Han-
"I know, Aria!" She interrupts me. "I know that he's not your favourite person right now. But he planned all of this just for John and me and I'm very grateful for that. Aria, I don't know what happened between you two, but you have Alex now and he's a wonderful guy. Don't let someone from your past ruin what you have right now."
I let that sink in and don't talk to Hannah for the rest of the evening.
As a matter of fact, I don't talk to anyone except Alex, occasionally. Right after he brought me a drink, he found an Irishman who started a conversation with him about Scotland's independence.
I wander through the enormous room and suddenly the lights and the music are too much. My heart begins to race uncontrollably. There is a door on the left end of the room and I head straight towards it, pulling it open. Quickly I close it behind me and exhale, leaning my forehead against the wood. The music hammers against the walls, but it's still better than outside. But the air feels better in here. There is a key in the lock and I turn it.
With relief I exhale heavily and turn around. I almost scream as I see Downey leaning against the table that stands in the middle of the room. Which is an office, as I see now.
"You scared me." I say and push the hair out of my face.
"You barged in here." He replies and I raise my hands.
"Sorry, Professor." I say.
He crosses his arms. "Are you making fun of me?"
"No, not at all." I laugh and shake my head.
Downey lifts from the desk and straightens his shirt. The buttons almost seem to pop, as he stretches his chest. He's not wearing anything under it. He definitely isn't.
"Are you wearing anything under this vest?" He asks, as if he has read my thoughts.
"Why do you ask?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "Just curious."
"No. I'm not." I answer and he grins.
"Well, I guess Alex will be having a lot of fun tonight." Downey mutters.
"Why do men always link everything to sex?" I ask and frown.
His head shoots up and he narrows his eyes. A mischievous grin appears on his face.
"Really?"
"What?"
"Prince Charles hasn't laid hands on you?" He asks and steps a bit closer.
"Excuse me?" I say surprised.
"I mean you can't possibly be the problem. As cocky as you might be sometimes and don't get me wrong, it's a favourite of mine. You're incredibly attractive. So maybe he's gay." He continues his through progress.
"Alex is not gay!" I shout and he raises an eyebrow.
"So why didn't you use your sexual powers on him, my dear?" He snickers.
"We just haven't done it. What's the problem!" I bark.
"Aria, Aria, Aria." He mumbles and is now closer than he's been for almost eight months. "Seven months is a long time."
I frown and step back, already feeling the wood of the door against my back. "What do you want, Downey?"
"I just want to make sure you are...well...satisfied is a good word I think." He grins and I know exactly what he is talking about.
"I'm fine, thanks." I snap.
But I already smell his familiar lemony scent. It is mixed with the piercing smell of scotch. And it feels good to let it fly up my nose, into my brain. Intoxicating my mind.
"You must be longing." He continues.
"Longing for what?" I blurt out and immediately regret it.
"Many things I guess." He scratches his stubble and I suddenly want that hand all over my skin. "Someone to touch you."
He whispers the last words into my ear, sending the goosebumps on their way.
"I think I'd better get going." I aspirate as strongly as I'm able to do.
"Aren't you a bit too young to wear nothing under your vest?" He suddenly asks.
"Aren't you a bit old to leave this button open? I can see your chest hair." I sassed, just earning me a smile.
"You haven't changed a bit." Downey replies.
"You have aged a lot."
His look changes immediately. "That's enough of your cheeky answers."
"Are you trying to discipline me, Professor?" I mumble, sounding more seducing than I want.
"I'd love to. But I'm leaving tomorrow. So maybe next time."
I start laughing. "Well, then we still have something in common."
"Wait...where are you going?" He asks surprised. And I straighten my pants.
"The city that never sleeps."
"Then there isn't only one thing we have in common, Sweet-cheeks." He replies and starts laughing.
I stop immediately. "What?"
"I'm heading to New York, first thing in the morning." Downey explains. "8:15. When are you going?"
"8:....15." I stutter and look up.
"Well, then I still have the whole flight to let you remember the rules." He whispers.
"Just because I didn't rip your throat out, doesn't mean that I will fall at your feet immediately when i see you, Downey." I clear the air. "I haven't forgotten what happened."
"You don't necessarily need to fall at my feet. Hips are just fine." He replies and then I push him away from me and he stumbles back.
"Fuck you, Robert Downey Jr." I shout over the loud music coming from outside. "You're such a perverted psycho and I don't want you in my life again. I cut you out seven months ago and it should stay that way. You're the most self-absorbed person I know. Stay away from me."
I breath heavily as I try to unlock the door, but it won't open.
Then there is a weight on my back and I'm turned around, my back slammed against the wood.
"Aria. Why do you always have to do this?" He let's out a growl. "Why do you have to make me angry?"
"Stop touching me." I demand, but I don't mean it. I never meant it.
His weight is pressing me against the door and it is the only thing that holds my from knees from getting weak. "Shut up."
"Make me." He hisses and grins, amused by my sudden surprise.
Then he moves closer. Our bodies are now pressing against each other and he holds my hands next to by body, pressed against the door.
"Don't tell me you haven't missed this." He whispers. "Tell me the truth, Aria."
I shake my head. "I hate you."
"What do you want with this boy?"
"The opposite of you." I snap. "Kindness, heart, humility, love."
"Oh, how I could love you." He chuckles and let's go of me.
"Just be true to yourself, Aria." Downey instructs. "This thing we have is incredible."
I finally manage to unlock the door and pull it open, way to aggressive. The music surrounds us and it feels good to have some air between his body and mine. Before I step outside I turn around and catch his stormy glance.
"Dream on, Professor."