Something About You (Chapters 1 & 2)
A Theo Deschamps x Jane Warfield (Y/N) fic.
More specifically... a Professor Theo Deschamps x Actor & Student Jane Warfield fanfic.
7487 words
tags: professor x student, alternate universe, no use of y/n, hair pulling, teasing, [Fucking Gregory], age gap (Jane is set to be ambiguous age-wise but 21-26 likely, Theo is in his late thirties), slow burn, d/s dynamic, switch reader, switch Theo, no complete smut yet but we'll get there, other tags I can't think of probably
NOTES: Hello :) this is my first time posting like anything on tumblr so bear w me thank u <3 this fic is also being posted on ao3!
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/80142066/chapters/210389951
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CH1
Jane opens the door to the lecture hall where her first class of the day was, which was Intro to Sociology with Dr. Theo Deschamps. She put off taking this course until her last year, and now she is stuck taking an 8 am course with the majority being disinterested first-year students.
She takes a seat in the second row in the farthest right seat, and she sets her iced coffee down onto the tiny desk connected to her chair, along with her bag. She was one of the first students to arrive, but not the first, and it appeared that the professor was not there yet.
Jane takes out her notebook and her favorite pen, drawing a small doodle of a rose in the corner of a page to entertain herself while other students file in. She yawns, prompting her to take a big sip of her iced coffee.
Jane feels her phone vibrate in her pocket, and she takes it out to check to see if anything important was being said.
ROSHA: Hi Jane! You do not have to come in for any more ADR; everything we got last night is usable!
ROSHA: We’ll see you on Netflix shoot day!
Jane reads these and opts to respond after class. She puts her phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and continues her doodle.
“Alright. It is now 8 o’clock, and I prefer to start my classes on time. Good morning everyone, I hope your morning is going well. My name is Dr. Theo Deschamps, but you can call me Theo or Dr. Deschamps,” Theo begins, crossing his arms behind his back and walking slowly to the center of the room. His entire demeanor screams nothing but confidence.
Theo is wearing an outfit that screams ‘professional’, and he looks to be in his early thirties. He has dark blonde hair that is slicked back into a tight ponytail. He wears a small hoop in his left ear, and his hands are full of rings.
Jane yawns again, beginning to zone out slightly—completely unintentionally. She had hardly gotten any sleep the night before, and it was beginning to catch up to her.
“We’re going over the syllabus today, and then I will let you all out a little bit early,” he says, adjusting the settings on the microphone slightly.
Jane continues to doodle, trying to keep herself awake. Eventually, her eyes start to periodically open and shut, fighting back sleep.
Theo scans the room after finishing the second page of the syllabus, noticing the disinterested and disengaged look on a lot of the students' faces, causing him to fight back a frown. He looks to his right and notices one girl in particular. She’s looking at her notebook, lazily scribbling, and her eyes are fighting to stay open.
“Participation will be a large percentage of your grade this semester,” Theo says after a moment of saying nothing. He walks towards the right side of the room, standing almost in front of the girl, but on the floor rather than near the desks.
She startles at his voice, jumping a little, and rubs her eyes. She notices him standing closer to her than he was moments before and looks at him. When she does, Theo catches her eyes with his, and an amused glint takes over before she immediately looks away.
“This is a class of 45 people, and I don’t expect all of you to speak in our discussions. However, I do expect you to try to at least act like you are paying attention,” he explains, walking back to the center of the room. “And to try and stay awake,” he adds with a grin, looking at everyone other than Jane.
Jane frowns and takes a deep breath, followed by another big sip of her coffee.
After another 15 minutes, Theo finishes reading through his syllabus. Jane puts her notebook in her bag, and the second that he dismisses everyone, she is out the door.
Jane pulls out her phone, clicking on her friend Blaze’s contact and calling him as she walks out of the building, beginning her trek to the general area where her other class is later today.
“It’s way too early for you to be calling me,” a tired voice answers from the other side of the phone. Jane snorts.
“It’s 10 in the morning,” Jane says.
“Too early,” Blaze repeats, and the sound of fabric rustling is heard, and a bed squeaking as he sits up in bed.
“Uh huh. Sure. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. It’s Friday, and I wrapped last night. At least for now,” Jane asks, pressing the button for the crosswalk.
“Shit, you’re finally done?” Blaze wonders.
“Everything except for the Netflix stuff, yes,” Jane answers, crossing the street and spotting a cafe that has plenty of seats open. She walks in, keeping the phone to her ear as she waits in line.
“Oh, we’re absolutely going out tonight. This is a huge deal, Jane!” Blaze exclaims. Jane grins, putting her hand in her pocket.
“I’m done at 3 today. I’ll call you then, okay?” Jane says, waiting for the person in front of her to finish ordering.
“Gotcha. Talk to you soon,” Blaze says. Jane hums, saying a quick ‘goodbye’ before ending the call. After she does, the person in front of her in line finishes ordering, so she steps forward.
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“You look hot,” Blaze comments, closing the door to Jane’s apartment as he walks in. Jane smiles, pulling in Blaze for a quick hug.
“I’m going for hot tonight,” Jane replies, turning her head to look in a mirror that was near her doorway. Jane looks at her eyelashes, brushing one side with her index finger to get rid of a small piece of clumped-up mascara.
Jane is wearing a black tank top under a dark red lace top and a black skirt. Her hair is half up, with a bow in it. She is wearing silver hoop earrings and a few necklaces, with a coat of dark red lipstick with gloss.
“You’re singing tonight, right?” Blaze asks, waiting by the door as Jane grabs her black coat and puts it on. Jane chuckles, nodding.
“We’re going to a karaoke night—of course, I am going to sing. I miss doing gigs,” Jane answers, nodding at Blaze to open her door. Blaze does, and they walk to his car. “I also like when men pay for my drinks.”
Blaze laughs, nodding in agreement. “I also like when men pay for our drinks.”
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The pair walks into the packed club after paying the cover and walks toward one of the empty corners to take in the environment and plan where to go first.
There is a woman drunkenly singing “Counting Stars” by OneRepublic, and she fails to hit almost every note. Blaze and Jane look at each other, chuckling.
Jane opts to stand near the karaoke, waiting for her turn.
“What song do I sing? What screams “sexy, hot, and just finished a Netflix show”?” Jane asks, adjusting her necklaces. Blaze shrugs.
“I don’t know, dude. I’m going to go and try to meet some people. I’ll come back over when you’re singing?” Blaze asks, earning a nod in reply from Jane.
Jane finally makes it up to the karaoke stage, putting on “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande.
Her hand shakes on the microphone at first, nerves catching up to her as she tries to remember how many times she has sung in front of people before.
Before she knows it, she is halfway through the song and fully into it—performing as if she were meant to be on a bigger stage. A larger crowd gathers near the karaoke area, and people in the club start to cheer her on.
When she gets to the higher notes at the end, she hits every single one as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
Once the song is over, people gather around and give her a hefty round of applause, and she blushes profusely. Jane spots Blaze and immediately rushes over to him, standing in his space to avoid the alternative of standing super close to everybody else.
“You have to start doing gigs again,” Blaze says with an impressed yet not surprised look on his face. Jane snorts, hugging Blaze again and then stepping away, looking toward a few of the people who were looking in her direction.
Jane grabs Blaze’s hand, walking them towards the bar and grabbing a seat, Blaze sitting to the right of her. She is about to speak to the bartender, but is interrupted by a tap on her left shoulder. She turns around to reveal a man with a nervous smile.
“Hey. I hope this isn’t too forward, but can I buy you a drink?” The man asks, pulling out his wallet. Jane smirks, scooting over to make room for the man to stand next to her.
“Only if you buy one for my friend too,” Jane replies, her voice confident and unwavering. The man looks over to Blaze and chuckles, shrugging.
“Sure, why not?” he caves with a shrug, putting down a few bills on the bar, letting the bartender take them.
They both order their drinks, and they both decide to keep it to mixed drinks for the night—Blaze only having one anyway due to the fact that he drove here.
“I’m Gregory,” the man introduces himself, holding out a hand to Jane. Jane takes his hand, shaking it with her maroon-painted fingernails, taking the spotlight. “You did great up there. Do you sing professionally?” he asks, taking a small sip of his whiskey.
“Not anymore, no. Too busy for that,” she answers, taking a sip of her drink. “What about you? Do you sing?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow. She looks over to Blaze for a moment, biting back a smile as she sees Blaze engaged in a conversation with the person next to him, seemingly hitting it off.
Gregory shakes his head, smacking his lips as he takes another sip. “I can’t sing.” Jane frowns, turning to face her body to Gregory’s, the light buzz of liquor loosening her up a little bit.
“I’m sure you can. At least a little bit,” she protests, leaning a little into Gregory’s space. Gregory presses his lips together, shaking his head again.
“Nope. I’m awful,” he insists, letting one of his shoulders brush hers. Jane rolls her eyes.
“You should sing karaoke, Gregory,” she suggests with a mischievous smirk on her lips. Gregory widens his eyes, shaking his head.
“No. Not happening,” he rejects, his face twisting in disgust. Jane pouts a little, running one of her hands down his upper arm.
“Oh, come on. What’s the worst that could happen? You suck?” she wonders with an encouraging smile. “It’s karaoke night. At a nightclub. People are drunk.”
Gregory huffs, thinking for a moment.
“Fine,” he groans, stepping out of their space as he turns to look over to the karaoke area. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he flirts, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. Jane flushes and then gestures with her head for him to go over. He lets out a long sigh and then eventually starts making his way over to the karaoke area. There was someone finishing up a song, and no line, so he got up to the stage pretty fast.
Gregory was not lying when he said he couldn’t sing. Jane finds herself holding back a grimace as soon as he sings the first note.
As she’s looking over at Gregory, trying to keep an encouraging and not-disgusted look on her face, she hears a familiar deep voice over to the right of her.
“A Manhattan. On the rocks, please,” she hears the voice say. Her head immediately snaps toward the familiar voice, and she is shocked by what she sees.
It wasn’t just any random man. It was her professor. Professor Theo Deschamps.
The professor had seen her fall asleep during the first class.
He was sitting a few people away to her right.
Her head immediately snaps to look away, her eyes widening as she looks in the complete opposite direction.
She hears a quiet chuckle, and she narrows her eyes, slowly turning her head back to look at him.
Sure enough, there he is—looking right at her. An amused smirk is plastered on his face, and he looks down at his drink before looking back at her.
“So is this the reason why you kept falling asleep?” he asks, raising his volume a bit so that she can hear him over the awful karaoke that Gregory was singing. Jane rolls her eyes, taking a quick sip of her drink.
“Fuck,” she groans, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to contain her embarrassment. “No. I barely drink. Or go to the club,” she says. “Not that I need to tell you anything about my personal life,” she adds.
Theo raises his eyebrows. “Am I boring?” he inquires, his lips turning the slightest bit upward as he asks. Jane rubs her eyes with her hands.
Blaze looks at her, raising an eyebrow, before stepping back, signaling Jane to take his spot while he goes to continue a conversation with the girl that he was talking with at the bar. Jane holds her breath, wanting to protest but not wanting to make a scene while Theo is watching her. She slides her drink over and steps closer to him, now sitting in the seat next to him.
“No. You’re not boring,” she finally replies, fixing a few pieces of her hair as she speaks. She offers no further explanation, tracing the edge of her almost empty glass with her finger.
“I should probably go somewhere else now,” Jane says with a slight frown, looking at Theo apologetically. Theo takes a long sip of his drink, nodding with a deep exhale.
“You probably should,” he agrees half-heartedly, raising his eyebrows, catching her eyes for a second too long.
Jane’s breath catches in her throat, and suddenly the outfit she is wearing feels all too revealing. His gaze makes her feel stripped naked, yet—not in a bad way. In a terrifyingly thrilling way.
She stands up and takes one long sip of her drink, completing it.
“Yeah,” she breathes, placing her finished drink down. “It’s just—you’re—I’m—yeah… okay,” she stammers. However, it doesn’t read as nervous. Just unsure of what to say.
Jane steps backward, scanning the crowd to see if she can locate somebody else to spark a conversation with. Someone approachable.
“You don’t have to, though,” Theo speaks up, looking at his glass before looking at her again.
“I don’t,” Jane echoes, curious, leaning on the bar top, not quite sitting down again yet.
“All I am saying is that if you would like to have a chat while we’re here, I wouldn’t be opposed,” Theo says carefully, choosing each word he says with a good amount of thought.
“You’re—,” Jane starts, immediately cut off by Theo.
“If I am overstepping, you are more than welcome to kick me,” he adds, making sure to make eye contact with Jane, conveying nothing but sincerity in his entire demeanor.
Jane bites back a smile, sitting back down on the stool.
“You’re my professor,” she almost whispers, looking around to make sure that nobody hears her.
“Yes. I am. My forwardness probably doubles as stupidity,” he says. Jane lets a smile grow on her lips at this.
“I—,” Jane starts.
“Hey. Did I do okay?” Gregory, seemingly appearing out of thin air, asks Jane. Jane turns around to face him, forcing a smile on her face. Theo rubs his chin with his thumb, observing their interaction.
“You did great,” Jane lies, wishing she had more of a drink to down. Gregory smiles widely, blushing.
“Do you want to go to the dance floor with me?” Gregory asks, holding out his hand. Jane hesitates for a moment before standing up and grabbing his hand.
“For a little,” she agrees, shrugging. She turns to Theo and waves a quick goodbye, earning an amused chuckle in response.
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“That was fast,” Theo comments as Jane comes back to the bar winded and sweaty, immediately taking a seat.
“He is so fucking annoying,” she grumbles with an eye roll, before quickly asking the bartender for another drink.
“Who is he? Your boyfriend?” Theo wonders, taking a bite of the nachos he had ordered after she had left. Jane snorts, shaking her head.
“No. I met him today, like less than an hour ago,” she replies, the clink of her drink being served to her on the table prompting her to sigh in relief.
Jane takes a big sip of her full drink, humming as it burns her throat going down. “Are you here alone?” she asks suddenly.
“I am. I actually have never been here before. I felt like shaking things up tonight, I suppose,” Theo says with a small shrug.
He moves the basket of his nachos to his left, in her direction. “Would you like some? I don’t think I can finish this all myself,” he offers. Jane immediately nods, takes a chip from the basket, and takes a bite, catching a piece that fell with her free hand.
“Do you ever run into your students when you go to the club?” Jane asks, genuinely curious.
“No, I don’t. I haven’t been to a club in a proper minute—but this would be the first time. I am also hoping that this is the only time,” Theo answers, twisting one of the many rings he has on his fingers.
“Sorry,” Jane apologizes, biting her bottom lip. Theo shakes his head.
“No, no. You don’t be sorry,” he insists. “As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable, I actually quite enjoy your company.” Jane smiles at this.
“You’re not making me uncomfortable. I would have just walked away from you if you did,” she states, nodding her head back towards the dance floor. Theo laughs, his shoulders moving with him as he does.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he says, a slightly less guarded smile taking over his face. Jane bites her lip again, looking back in the direction of the dance floor. Jane takes a big sip of her drink, licking her lips afterward.
“Do you want to come dance with me?” Jane asks, wiping smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth. Theo hums, checking his watch. He hisses through his teeth, clicking his tongue.
“I do appreciate the offer, darling, but I’ve been here for a bit now, and I should probably get going soon,” Theo answers, pointing to his watch. Jane frowns, standing back up from her stool to stand closer to him, his hand inches away from her arm.
“Yikes. Maybe you are boring,” she says with a playful edge to her tone, looking him up and down. Theo raises his eyebrows.
“I am exhausted, not boring,” he protests. “If I don’t leave now, I’m going to become what you were in my 8 am section,” he teases, earning a giggle from Jane. He takes her in, this time looking at her unabashedly.
“Which would be unfortunate, because I have a beautiful woman standing in front of me,” he adds, his voice dropping lower as each word falls from his lips.
Jane steps even closer, and her arm brushes Theo’s hand. Theo pulls away at first, and then slowly puts his hand on her arm, trailing a finger up to her shoulder. Jane leans into his touch the slightest bit, and he watches as her lips part to take a sharp inhale.
Theo turns to face her completely, parting his legs. Jane boldly steps closer to him, taking up the space between his legs that he had made for her. Theo brushes her hair behind her shoulders with his hand, running his fingers through it.
“A beautiful woman?” Jane repeats, a trail of goosebumps raised on her arm where he had brushed his hand, and her head now leaning into his hand as he brushes her hair back to show more of her face. Her face inches closer to his, so close that she could begin to feel his breath ghosting on her lips.
Theo nods gently, humming affirmatively. His eyes dance back and forth between her eyes and her lips, darkening more and more with each lap they make.
“You’re trouble,” he remarks. Jane smirks, biting her bottom lip. Theo chokes back a groan.
Theo removes his hand from her hair, putting his thumb on her chin and pulling her bottom lip from between her teeth. Her bottom lip is glossy from her lip gloss and her own saliva when freed, and Theo fights the urge to run his thumb along her lip.
Jane loses herself looking into his eyes and back at his lips, and she inches even closer. Her nose brushes up against his, and they both are looking at each other’s lips now.
“It really is too bad you won’t dance with me,” Jane whispers into his lips. “I would have kissed you on the dance floor.”
Theo presses his nose closer to hers, almost asking for permission to close the gap between them. In response, Jane smiles—not completing the gap.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” she states suddenly, causing Theo to pull away slightly and frown. “Not when you won't dance with me because you’re boring.”
“I’m—,” he starts.
“Not boring, you're exhausted, whatever,” she completes for him, reaching to grab her drink and then finishing it off. Theo’s frown deepens as he takes one of the last sips of his drink, too.
“I’ll see you Monday, Professor,” she says, putting on a completely innocent voice and walking away with a small wave. Theo is left sitting at the bar, processing what has just happened.
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CH2
Monday was a rainy, cloudy day, and Jane had to drag herself out of her bed.
After weighing the pros and cons of skipping her classes for the day, Jane gets herself ready and gets into her car. She grabs herself a cup of coffee on the way to campus, hoping it wakes her up at least a little bit—not wanting a repeat of what happened on Friday in Professor Theo’s class.
She walks into the lecture hall with 2 minutes to spare, avoiding looking at Theo, who was sitting in the front, as she takes a spot similar to where she sat in the previous class. Jane takes out her notebook, opening it to a blank page.
On Sunday, when Jane woke up, she remembered everything that had happened the night before almost immediately and groaned into her pillow. She was not embarrassed, just overwhelmed with the memory.
At 8 am on the dot, Theo clears his throat—commanding the attention of every person in the room.
“Today, I strongly urge you to start taking notes. I will have your first assignment for you at the end of this class, and it is due before the end of class on Friday,” Theo starts, crossing his arms behind his back as he walks slowly in front of the room, scanning the left side of the room.
Jane grabs her pen and accidentally drops it on the floor to her left.
The person next to Jane notices it rolling over near their foot and picks it up for Jane. They smile warmly, handing it to Jane.
“I’ll probably drop one for you to pick up soon,” they whisper, leaning back into their chair. Jane laughs quietly, placing her pen back next to her notebook.
“I'm not a morning person,” Jane whispers back, pointing to her pen. The person nods, agreeing.
“I’m not either, usually,” they say.
Theo’s voice continues in the background, starting his lecture for the class. He walks to the whiteboard, picking up a marker from the tray and uncapping it. Jane looks to him for a moment before turning back to the person next to her.
“Do you have any other 8 am classes?” she wonders, still trying to remain quiet. The person shakes their head.
“Nope. You?” they ask in response.
“I avoid them as much as I can. The only reason I am here is that every other section was full,” Jane explains, putting her hair into a ponytail as she does.
“Same here,” they say, beginning to write something down that Theo had just finished writing on the whiteboard. “I’m Josie, by the way,” he introduces himself, looking back at Jane before focusing more on writing his notes again.
“I’m Jane,” she responds, looking at the whiteboard to catch up on writing what had been written down as Theo walks toward the front of the room again. “Do you l—,” she starts.
“As important as socialisation is in a Sociology course, I’d really prefer if I could give this lecture without being talked over,” Theo’s voice cuts between them. He is standing in front of them, but in the front of the room.
He has his arms crossed in front of his chest and has a frighteningly patient and calm, but stern, look on his face.
Jane’s head snaps to look at him, and her lips press together into a straight line—her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Something apologetic washes over her face, and Theo nods, seeming content with that.
Once Theo walks away, Jane turns her head back to look at Josie, and they both share a brief, quiet laugh before they resume their notes.
—
The class ends, and Josie and Jane make conversation before heading out—Josie leaving before Jane.
After putting her notebook away, Jane grabs her coffee and starts walking down the small set of stairs to leave the lecture hall where she was seated.
There were 3 people other than her left in the room, because Jane had to catch up on a few of Theo’s notes right at the end, and it took longer to get packed up because of that.
As she is walking down the stairs, one of her ankles twists, and she falls down, her coffee spilling on her. She didn't fall down far—she only had two stairs left—but she still twisted her ankle and spilled coffee all over herself in the process.
She groans in pain as her brain catches up to what had just happened.
One of the students left in the room, whom Jane had found out about during class, was named Bia, and she ran over to help her up.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Bia asks worriedly, holding out a hand for Jane to use to sit up. Jane accepts the offer of her hand, hissing in pain as she sits up.
“I’m… okay. I think,” Jane says with a pained grimace on her face. She looks around her, noticing the coffee that had spilled all over her and the floor, and lets out a deep sigh.
Theo, who had stepped out of the room for a moment, walks back in and takes in the scene.
His eyebrows immediately furrow in concern, and he walks over, crouching down to be level with both of them.
“Are you—?” he starts.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” Jane rushes to say, almost immediately trying to sit up straighter as she sees him. Theo frowns, turning to Bia.
“I can help her if you need to get to class,” he offers, gesturing subtly to the mess on the floor as well.
Bia nods, putting her bag back on and offering an encouraging look to Jane, waving goodbye to both of them.
Once Bia is gone, the door shuts behind her, and Jane and Theo are left alone in the quiet classroom.
“Why can’t we ever talk in a normal situation? Maybe one where I’m not half naked or embarrassing myself?” Jane groans, putting her head in her hands.
Theo chuckles, opting to ignore her question as he looks to where she is holding her ankle, his smile turning back into a frown.
“Oh my. Did you twist your ankle, darling?” he questions, moving her hand to lift up her long pant leg, revealing her injured ankle. It was a little red, but nothing seemed immediately too concerning.
“Darling?” she echoes, raising her eyebrows.
“Jane…” he waves away, completely unamused.
“I tripped down the stairs,” she admits. “And my coffee is all over me now. And the floor,” she adds, an exhausted shadow taking over her eyes.
Theo’s expression softens. He stands up and walks over to the desk in the room. He takes the roll of paper towels that is kept in the bottom drawer, unraveling a little bit as he steps away.
He walks back over to her, this time crouching closer to her now that there aren’t as many eyes on them. He starts to clean up the spilled coffee on the floor around her.
Jane sits there, unmoving as Theo works. He cleans up most of the mess, save for what had spilled under her. He hands her a few paper towels to wipe her outfit, but he takes the opportunity to look closer at her outfit.
Jane was wearing a red t-shirt with a black bra underneath, along with a pair of black leggings. Her red shirt was now wet in the front from the coffee, showing a little of her bra.
She wipes herself off a little bit, making an annoyed face when she realizes that her shirt was probably ruined.
“I have to stop somewhere to get a new shirt, now,” Jane complains whilst attempting to stand up. She puts weight on the ankle she twisted, and Theo is immediately by her side, holding her up as she almost falls over once again.
“Easy. Easy, love,” he says in a gentle tone to her, letting her hold onto him as she stands up. She hisses, looking down at her ankle. Jane attempts to walk again, but immediately has to hold tighter onto Theo so that she doesn’t fall over.
Her face contorts with pain and frustration, feeling stripped bare as she looks him in the eye. Jane is holding onto him still, and her breath slows when she finds nothing but warmth looking back at her. Theo looks around them and spots the rolling chair that he had pulled to the center of the room during the lecture.
“Can I help you get to that chair over there?” he asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her shoulder to try to help calm her a little. Jane nods, holding on tighter to him as he guides them to the chair. He helps her sit down and then pulls away, giving her space to adjust herself as she needs to.
Jane offers him a look full of gratitude, crossing her leg so that her injured ankle could rest on the chair. Theo grabs more paper towels, cleaning up any coffee that was left on the floor.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jane says, as he gets on his knees and wipes down the floor.
“I know,” he replies simply, not offering her any reason to protest as he finishes wiping the floor, standing up and walking over to the trash can, tossing the wet paper towels into the bin.
Theo walks back over and leans on a table that sits near where Jane is sitting.
“I’m going to get you some ice from the staff lounge. Can you come to my office with me and wait there?” he asks her, no hesitance or reluctance in his voice. Jane’s eyebrows twitch, raising a little in surprise.
“Is your office far?” she questions, biting her bottom lip as she fixes her necklace. Theo shakes his head. His eyes flicker to her bottom lip—small flashes of Friday night briefly overwhelming his senses.
“At the end of this hallway, darling,” he tells her, snapping himself back into reality as a reassuring smile returns to his lips.
Jane nods, letting Theo lead her to his office.
When she reaches his office, the first thing she notices is how empty and dull everything in it is. She wonders if it is because it is the beginning of a new semester, or if it is because Theo isn’t big on personalizing his spaces. Theo closes the door to his office.
Theo guides her to the chair that is in front of his desk, allowing her space again to sit down. Once she settles, he looks down at her.
The small space of his office, along with the quietness that makes the sounds of her breathing louder, makes the air shift into something more intense. He looks down at her wet shirt, the black bra showing through still.
Theo clears his throat, surprising himself out of his thoughts.
“I have a few spare tees that I keep in my car. Would you like me to go and get you one of them?” he asks, rummaging his hand through his pocket to grab his keys.
“Please,” she replies almost immediately, her body relaxing more as a wave of relief overtakes her. Theo chuckles, stepping closer to Jane once again. His thighs touch the leg of the chair that Jane is sitting in, as he catches her eyes with his once again.
“Of course, darling. Stay here, okay? I’ll be back in a moment,” he tells her, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.
He doesn’t retreat immediately after brushing the piece of hair back. Theo traces Jane’s jawline slowly, almost as if he’s savoring the moment with everything in him. He pulls away slowly as well, not wanting to harshly end the small, tender moment that had just happened.
—
Theo returns with a bag of frozen peas, a few more paper towels, and a plain black T-Shirt that he had retrieved from his car.
Jane sees him with the items in his hands and almost immediately melts in her chair. She grips the arms of his chair, her body instinctively wanting to get up, but then she has to stop herself—remembering that she is still injured.
He sets the items down one by one, leaving the shirt last. The shirt was folded, and he unfolded it as he handed it to her.
“Here you go. It might not be your size, but I figured it might be better than nothing,” he explains, almost sheepishly.
Jane chuckles, taking the shirt from Theo, her pleasant surprise at the kind gestures remaining on her face.
“You…” she starts, trailing off as she shakes her head slowly and repeatedly. Theo furrows his eyebrows, partially in concern, and partially in confusion.
“What?” he asks, confused. “Have I overst—”
Jane reaches up and grabs Theo by his tie, yanking him down to smash their lips together. Theo lets out a surprised yelp, tensing up for a second before completely melting into the kiss.
Theo leans down completely, getting progressively more into the kiss while he runs his hands through Jane’s hair before pulling back to catch his breath briefly.
His eyes match hers. Dark. Passionate. Hungry.
“Fuck,” he chokes out into a destroyed whisper, before pulling her back in for a fierce, deeper kiss. He starts to run his hands down her back and sides, letting out a small laugh into a kiss when he feels her wet shirt.
“You made a mess of yourself, didn’t you?” Theo taunts, raising his eyebrows. Jane shivers at the sound of his voice while his hands are on her. Theo notices, and a slightly more excited yet mischievous smirk breaks out on his face.
“Oh? Do you like it when I talk to you like this, sweetheart?” he adds, standing tall again, lifting her chin as he bends his neck down to look at her.
Jane bites her bottom lip, looking down as a guilty smile and a deep blush take over her. Theo continues to look at her, expectantly.
He repeats what he had done Friday night and pulls her lip from between her teeth. This time, though, he does what he had wanted to do so badly that night that he almost forgot how to breathe. He rubs his thumb on her bottom lip, spreading her saliva across it as she looks up at him with increasingly desperate eyes.
“Tell me,” he says. A command. Jane lets out a wrecked exhale, trying to mute the moan that tries to escape instead.
“Yes. I like it,” she confirms, her voice hoarse. “A lot,” she adds for good measure. Theo grins, taking his hand away from her face and pointing to the shirt that she was now holding.
“You should get changed,” he says, folding his hands behind his back. “I’ll turn away.” Theo takes a few steps back, turning in the other direction, looking down. Jane hums, hanging the shirt over the arm of the chair as she continues to look at him. He holds a patient and respectful stance.
“You could look at me,” she offers quietly, yet sure. Theo turns himself halfway around, but not completely.
“Are you s—”
“Look at me,” she commands, her voice sharp. Theo slowly turns to look at her again, every last thread of restraint fighting to break as he scans her.
Her hands are on the bottom of her shirt, and she lifts it up, revealing her black bra underneath. Her necklace falls on her chest, moving as she does. She tugs the rest of the shirt off and bunches it up, throwing it on his desk.
Theo toys with his rings, his eyes glassy with need as he drinks her in. She reaches to the back of her bra and looks at him for any signs that he doesn’t want this. She finds nothing even close.
Jane undoes her bra, letting it slip down her chest slowly before she pulls it off. Theo blinks, his breath growing less controlled as he looks.
Her entire chest is revealed now, and Theo groans at the sight.
“Can I—”
Jane’s phone rings. They both jump, startled at the loud noise in such an intense and quiet moment. Jane frowns, looking at the caller ID.
“Fuck,” she curses as she tries to stand up, but immediately falls back into her chair as she remembers her ankle is injured. She rushes to start and put his black T-shirt on. “My boss. Sorry,” she apologizes, clicking the answer button on her screen.
Theo nods, walking to his desk and sitting down at his chair, making himself busy with sorting a stack of papers that had accumulated.
“Hi Rosha, what’s up?” Jane says when the phone picks up.
“Hi, Jane! I was wondering… are you busy today?” Rosha asks, seemingly out of breath from walking. Jane hears the opening and closing of a car door on the other end of the line.
“I have two more classes today, and one of them is in 30 minutes. If it is something important, I can skip if I need to,” Jane answers, furrowing her eyebrows, reaching and grabbing the paper towel and bag of peas to put on her injured ankle.
“Up to you. We got a last-minute spot for a shoot with a photographer we didn’t think we’d be able to book, and we’re trying to see who in the cast could come for it. Marketing is willing to throw in a small bonus if you can make this, since it’s so last-minute,” Rosha explains, the sound of a car starting coming from her end.
“Yeah, I can make it work. When do you want me there?” she asks, looking up at the clock in the corner of Theo’s office to check the time.
“Hair and makeup will be there for 3, so around then?” Rosha replies.
“Do you want me to wear anything specific?” Jane wonders, fidgeting with her necklace.
“We have our usual stylists here, so come in whatever you’d like. Blaire has a few outfits set aside for you already, I think,” Rosha says.
“Oh, I’m going to look great,” Jane remarks with a smile that can be heard in her tone. Rosha laughs.
“Okay, Jane, I have to go and call around and see who else is free. I won’t be there the whole time, but I’ll see you then! I’ll forward you the info in a few,” Rosha says, the sound of her car hitting a bump can be heard.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then!” Jane says, clicking the button to hang up her phone.
Theo looks up from where he was organizing and raises his eyebrows, looking her up and down.
“Skipping class on the first day already?” he asks, a slight disapproving edge to his tone.
“Apparently, I am,” she responds with a shrug, lifting the frozen peas and paper towel on her ankle. “I need to hope my ankle feels better in the next 3 hours so that I can drive an hour into the city.”
Theo frowns, looking at her ankle from his desk. “Would you like to stay here and ice it?” he asks, looking to his clock now. “I have a class to teach in an hour.”
Jane smiles warmly and shakes her head. “I should try to walk to the building where my seminar is, since I can still make that,” she says, gripping onto the chair as she tries to ease herself up. She puts a little weight on her ankle and winces in pain, but then tries again and puts slightly more weight on it, before opting to stand on one foot. “Or limp, I guess.”
Theo stands up, offering his arm for her to hold onto as she walks to the door.
Once they get close to the door, Theo spins Jane around and pins her against it, caging her in. He presses his thigh against her clothed center, pressing in, and is met with the immediate response of her hips jutting towards him. Her head falls back, a light ‘thud’ on the door as it does.
“I will remember what happened here today,” Theo almost growls, looking back and forth into her eyes. Jane chokes on a breath, letting out a very shaky exhale. “And whatever this is, it is not finished.”
“I don’t want it to be finished,” she says in response, pressing her clothed pussy down on his thigh, trying to relieve a little of the ache that had been growing this entire time.
Theo lets out a low chuckle, pressing his thigh harder in response, earning a small whine from Jane. He leans his head in next to her ear, the heat of his breath eliciting an immediate shiver down her spine.
“Mmm, you’re already so needy, aren’t you?” Theo observes, whispering in her ear.
“I bet that if I put my hand down your pants right now, you’d be soaking wet for me. Am I correct?” he inquires, his voice dropping lower and lower in pitch and volume with each word that he says.
Jane nods quickly, her pulse racing and her entire face flushing further.
Theo moves his head back to face her and clicks his tongue, narrowing his eyes as she goes to grind herself against his thigh again.
“Usually, right about now, I would tell you to use your words for me,” he begins. “But… I don’t think I will.” Jane stares at him blankly, confused.
“Go to class,” he says, suddenly calm and collected. Almost as if he became a completely different person again in the span of a second. He pulls back, allowing Jane to balance herself on the door, and he fixes his rings as he takes a small step back.
Jane’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, and she brushes a piece of dust off his shirt that she was wearing.
The look she offers him is a questioning one, in which he provides no answer.
“I’m going to give you my phone number,” he says, walking back toward his desk and pulling out a Post-it note and a pen, scribbling a line of numbers down. “And you are going to text me,” he instructs, walking back over to her and grabbing her hand, putting the Post-it in the palm of her hand, and closing both of his hands around hers.
“I’m going to text you?” she repeats with a playful smirk on her face. Theo shrugs, stroking her hand gently as he releases it.
“I suppose you don’t have to,” he feigns indifference. “But I think you might enjoy what happens if you do,” he finishes, a sly grin on his face as he does. Jane giggles, grabbing her bag and pocketing the Post-it.
“Goodbye, Theo,” Jane says, opening the door in Theo’s office and waving to him.
“Don’t fall again,” he says, waving back to her as he walks back over to his desk.
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