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Lessons	By : nedyah Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**********TEMPTATION*************

Impatiently, I stood on the large front porch of Hayden’s family home ringing the bell. Waiting for someone to answer the door, I thought back to Wednesday and to the way things had ended between us that afternoon. I knew I’d hurt him… the pained look in his eyes when I pushed him away had been proof enough of that. But I had to do it, didn’t I? No matter how much I had enjoyed the kiss, it was wrong. Ending it had been the right thing to do… or so I kept telling myself.

Truthfully, I felt terrible about the entire encounter, about leading him on in the manner I had, only to turn him away. ‘What was I thinking?’ I softly sighed as I impatiently rang the bell a second time. Oh well, I knew I couldn’t change the past, but simultaneously, as I stood there, I vowed to prevent further incidents from happening in the future. After all, not only was today Hayden’s 18th birthday, it was also the day of his final. This meant my days as his teacher were officially limited to one. That alone eased my worries to some extent. With that in mind, I took a deep breath, smoothed back my hair, and silently promised myself that this day would be would be different. Or, at least I hoped it would.

Having had a couple of days to brood, perhaps Hayden had dealt with his anger, resolved his teen angst, forgotten about the incident, forgotten about me, and moved on. Maybe I’d been fretting and stressing over nothing? However, I had to admit, I was definitely attracted to him, and more danger lie in that factor alone than I cared to admit. He tempted me in a way I couldn’t explain and giving in to him, being the one to teach him all of the things in life that he couldn’t learn from the books we had studied together, definitely enticed me. But why? It didn’t make sense. If ever there was a doomed relationship, Hayden and I were the epitome of it.

Regardless of my attraction to him, numerous factors prevented me from wanting to act upon my feelings for him. The biggest of those was the age difference. Admittedly, I couldn’t make peace with the fact that Hayden was ten years younger than me. He was still a teenager… still in high school. On the other hand, I was barreling down on thirty. To make matters worse, he was my student. We were supposed to have a professional relationship, not a romantic one. As his private, personal tutor, I’d been hired by his mother, Alie to help him improve scholastically, not sexually. Damn, this was a mess. In truth, it was a recipe for definite disaster… a disaster I was determined to prevent before it had the chance to turn my otherwise happy world upside down, regardless of the way I felt about him.

‘Just one more day, I can get through this… I can stay strong, and I can resist him for one more day,’ I mumbled to myself. Bringing my trembling finger forward to ring the doorbell a third time, I pressed the button and exhaled in frustration. ‘Where the heck is everyone?’ I softly grumbled, my patience wearing thin. About to give up and come back later, I paused when the sound of footsteps echoed out to the front porch from within the foyer. Turning around, I saw Alie standing in the doorway waiting to greet me.

“Paige! I didn’t hear the bell. I’m so sorry. Come in, dear,” Alie offered with a smile, as she motioned me into the house. “Make yourself at home. I have some errands to take care of this afternoon, but I’ll call the birthday boy down for you, so you two can get started on his final,” she offered. Turning to walk toward the stairs, her heels clicked and clacked on the wooden floor beneath her, as she traveled the length of the hall. Loudly, but demurely, she shouted Hayden’s name. “Hayden… Paige is here, she’s ready to begin your lesson.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, Mom,” he called back.

“Well, you heard him,” she said, smiling again. “And, on that note, I’m going to head out, Paige. Before I go though, I wanted to let you know; I’m having a get-together for Hayden tomorrow night. It’s a birthday/graduation celebration. Actually, that’s where I’m headed off to now, to get a few things for the party. Hayden would really love for you to be there. I know this is short notice, but do you think you could stop by for a bit? You wouldn’t have to stay long, an appearance would be fine if you have other things you need to do,” she said. Grabbing her purse from the sofa table, she sifted within it for a moment, in search of her car keys as she waited on my response.

Shifting uncomfortably atop the plush cushions of the sofa, I didn’t know what to say. Hayden’s mother hadn’t the slightest inkling of the real thoughts, much less the decadent desires I had for her son, and I hoped she never would. However, if I were to accept her invitation, that could all change. Attending his party would place me in a non-professional setting with Hayden, which in turn would make my ability to maintain the appearance of a strictly teacher/student relationship with him somewhat difficult. Nonetheless, in the end, I knew I had no choice. As kind as Alie had been to me, and as good of an employer as she had been, I had to accept the invitation and attend the festivities. Besides, I knew she wasn’t lying when she said Hayden would love for me to be there. Thankfully, she didn’t have a clue as to the real reason why.

“Sure, Alie, add me to the guest list.”

“Wonderful! It really will mean a lot to Hayden that you’ve decided to attend. He adores you, you know? He talks about you all of the time. It’s always Paige this, and Paige that. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I would think he had a serious crush on you, and I might be worried,” she winked. “Can you imagine? Hayden and you?” she giggled.

‘If she only knew’, I silently mused. Donning my best poker face, I prayed she didn’t have the mystical ability to read minds, as I masked my true feelings the best that I could, and voiced a reply. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there, Alie. What time?” I innocently inquired.

“The party’s at 7:00, Paige, see you then?”

“7:00 sounds great,” I lied. Smiling, I offered her my best fake smile, the one I’d learned to don in high school, for pep rallies back when I’d been a pom girl. Fortunately, she seemed to have bought it. Nodding to me, with a pleased expression upon her face, she turned away and began walking toward the front entrance to leave.

“Ok then. Well, I’m running late, I’ll see you tomorrow night Paige. Take good care of Hayden for me today. Bye-bye,” Alie said. Exiting the house, she closed the door behind her.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I declined my head back onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling. How I’d just been talked into attending Hayden’s party, I hadn’t a clue, but somehow I had. “I can get through this, I can,” I assured myself aloud. “One more day, just one more day,” I continued to chant.

“You’re that anxious huh?” Hayden asked, interrupting my thoughts. Having made his way downstairs without my noticing, he stood peering down over me on the couch. “To be rid of me, I mean,” he added, his face stern.

“Hayden!” I startled. “I didn’t hear you come down.”

“I didn’t want you to. I wanted to hear what you were saying to my mom. You told her you would come to my party tomorrow night? Does that mean that you finally accept that I’m officially eighteen? Now, will you admit how you really feel about me, and stop pretending?” Hayden anxiously asked. Resuming our conversation from two days prior, as though it had never ended at all, he made it clear that he wasn’t about to ease up on me, or to just forget the things we had previously discussed. But, that was Hayden. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he would stop at nothing to obtain the object of his desire. In this instance, that object just happened to be me.

“Hayden, I can’t…” I began. Quickly, Hayden interrupted me, denying me the opportunity to protest his line of questioning.

“No, no more excuses. Why can’t we just talk about this?” he inquired. Taking his usual place beside me on the couch, he positioned his body close to mine, placing his hand on top of my thigh just as he’d done so many times before. Narrowing his blue eyes, he brought his face close to mine, allowing me to feel his warm breath flitter across the apple of my cheek, as he tempted me once more.

“Hayden, stop. Someone is going to hear you,” I insisted, scooting away from him slightly.

“Who? There’s no one here. It’s just you and me, so stop with your excuses and be honest with yourself for once. You feel something for me! I know it! Tell me the truth!” he demanded, his voice harsh, his gaze seductive.

“Hayden, it doesn’t matter how I feel! We aren’t right for one another. You’re… in high school, and I’m… I’m almost thirty!” I argued. “Don’t you think about the future? Don't you ever stop to consider the consequences that would arise if we were to act upon whatever this something is between us?

“No, I don’t!” he responded, his voice shaky, insistent, filled with emotion.

“How can you say that? Hayden, we live in different worlds, we have completely different lives… move in different circles. I’m your teacher. You’re my student. You have a whole life ahead of you with girls your own age, girls you can take to prom and go to college parties with. Can you honestly say you really don’t care what happens a year from now? Ten years from now?” I asked, looking at him, trying to measure his true feelings.

“I… I can’t care. Paige. As far as I’m concerned my future… is you. All I want is you. I can help you accept it. I know you want to,” he insisted. “If you’re scared, I understand. I was too… at first. But then I realized I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t have feelings for you. I can’t live that kind of a lie. If I were to try to, I know I’d always be looking back, constantly wondering, what if,” he explained. With a tormented look upon his face, his heartfelt words fled his ample lips in what I easily discerned was true honesty. He had genuinely meant what he’d said. Pleading with me in silence with his eyes, he held my gaze.

There he was, pouring his heart out, relaying his feelings for me without fear. Throwing caution to the wind, he put everything he held inside of him blatantly out in the open, before me. I’d never known another man to be so honest with me in regards to his emotions. That alone impressed me. So many things about him did. He was complex, but intriguing… handsome and sweet, yet fiery, and real. It was because of this, that I knew exactly how Hayden was feeling. I knew, because in truth, I was feeling it too, and I had been for some time.

Looking down at my hands in nervousness, I sighed and steadily avoided Hayden’s gaze. While I couldn’t deny that I had definite romantic feelings for him, admitting those feelings to him was something I never really planned to do. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to or that I should. But, then again, even the best-laid plans often go awry. Chaos is always waiting on the outskirts to ruin order, schedules, rationality… you name it. And, today of all days, chaos was being particularly cruel. I knew Hayden had sensed how I really felt about him. Truth be told, I was sure he always had. More and more lately, it was beginning to seem pointless to try to deny my feelings. So, with that in mind, despite my attempts to dissuade him or reason with him, I realized I was done for. My will was slowly caving in.

About to speak, or should I say, about to at least attempt to object further, it was clear that Hayden was having none of that. Bringing his lips near mine, falling just short of kissing me, he hovered in front of me closely, so closely I could feel the heat from his mouth resonating against my own. God, I wanted to bridge the tiny gap between us, wanted so badly to press my lips to his and kiss him as I’d never kissed him before.

Instantly, mental images flashed through my mind, creating scenarios where I would forcefully grasp the back of his head and roughly bring him into the very kiss I desired, a kiss that would inevitably lead to other things, things we had never done before with one another, but things that I knew we had both always wanted to do, secretly on my behalf, if not so secretly on his.

“One kiss, just one. A real kiss, and no pulling away this time,” he breathed, his words landing warmly upon my mouth, tearing me from my fantasies. “After that, if you don’t feel anything, then I promise I won’t bother you again. What do you say?” he asked. Trailing his fingers delicately along the side of my neck and across the exposed skin at the top of my chest, he awaited my answer, while at the same time causing my heartbeat to quicken and my breath to hitch within my throat.

One kiss? Surely one kiss would be ok, I silently, albeit falsely assured myself. In any case, we were alone, and he was eighteen today, no longer jailbait, so to speak. Besides, I had pulled away before when he kissed me, so why should I believe that this time would be any different? I could do it. I knew I could. I would play his game, kiss him, end it quickly, and in doing so prove him wrong. With that final thought in mind, I took a deep breath and made my choice. Wanting the continual tension between us to end, and to persuade Hayden (even if I knew it was a lie), that I didn’t have any romantic feelings for him; I decided just this one time to give in… to give him the kiss he craved, a real kiss.

Skipping a verbal reply, I remained quiet, and simply nodded, responding to his proposition by allowing him to slowly bring his mouth to mine. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, he lingered before my lips. Tilting my chin upward slightly with his thumb and index finger, he momentarily held my gaze, seeming to think I might change my mind, and at any moment pull away from him, just as I had done so many times before in the past. However, for the first time in two long years, this time… I kissed him. This time… he wasn’t the one to kiss me. Granted, he made the first move, offered me the bait. In the end though, it was me who accepted it, and it was me who brought my lips to his, finally allowing myself to let go, to fall into the kiss, and to lose myself in the moment… in him.

I hated to admit it, but it was the best kiss I had ever experienced. I wasn’t able to discern whether it was the kiss or the genuine, deep-running emotions I had for Hayden that made it so sweet, but at that moment, either way, it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about were the decadent sensations surging through my body. Covering my mouth with his full lips, Hayden moved his warm tongue slowly, passionately against my own, instantly sending an undeniable tingling to my most sensitive of places. Like continuous fireworks, electricity hummed beneath my skin, as an immediate, yet persistent throbbing, rhythmically pulsed within my core. I was gone… that was it. Initially, I’d foolishly believed I’d easily be able to end the kiss at the time of my choosing. But, once the kiss had begun, once I’d tasted him, and felt his heat upon my lips, it was beyond evident… I’d been wrong. I’d been very wrong! Running my fingers through the wavy hair at the nape of his neck, I pulled him closer to me, relaying my desire for more, and my desire for him to do anything but stop. I wanted him… now!

“I knew it,” Hayden softly whispered amid our involved kiss.

It was then, for some unknown reason, the lusty fog I’d previously been consumed by, gently began to lift. Somehow, his statement had given me the courage I needed to regain control of my long lost senses. Startling back to reality, the moment his words filtered into my ear, I did what I had done so many times before… I pushed him away. Releasing my arms from around his neck, I placed my hands in my lap, and nervously glanced down at them, hoping to avoid his gaze, if not his temper.

“Paige, why did you stop? You can’t hide it anymore… you can’t fake what just happened here!” he insisted.

“Hayden, you’re right, I can’t! Yes, I admit… I feel something for you. But, what do you think this is? What do you want? What can possibly come of this?” I inquired with frustration in my tone.

“Whatever you want,” he husked, nuzzling close to my cheek, attempting to pull me into a second kiss. “I was really hoping you might want to teach me something other than the boring math and literature you’ve been dolling out since you first became my tutor. I was hoping you might want to teach me a new lesson, something I’ve been waiting to learn from you since the day my mom introduced us,” he shamelessly admitted, all the while undressing me with his eyes, causing me to feel pleasantly uncomfortable.

“Hayden, I…”

“Don’t worry, Paige, even if I am a virgin, I do know a few things. After all, despite my lack of experience, I seem to be doing a good job of turning you on right now,” he arrogantly stated. Pausing, with his hand still on top of my thigh, inching ever upward with each word that fell from his lips, he sat silently beside me, waiting for my reaction, enjoying my apparent but conflicted arousal.

“A virgin? Hayden, are you asking me to…?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Slightly taken aback by his deliberate confession, I was unsure of what to do with the information he’d given me. His stated desire for me to teach him other things… things he and I both knew he couldn’t learn from any of his textbooks, both overwhelmed me and excited me. “But, that’s hard to believe. I mean… you don’t seem like a virgin. You seem, well… you seem more than confident. Your behavior this afternoon alone makes that difficult to believe,” I insisted. Part of me couldn’t help but think he was lying to me about his level of experience, while another part of me believed he was telling the truth. Either way, I didn’t know what to make of it, and to be honest, I had no idea what to say or do next.

“Confidence has nothing to do with my being a virgin. I’ve just never met the right girl. I’ve had a few experiences, I’m not totally inept,” he defensively relayed. Moving his unoccupied hand up the back of my shirt, he lightly caressed my lower back as he spoke, making it obvious that he didn’t want me to think of him as a naïve schoolboy. “It’s just that… I’ve never really been with anyone… not that way. I’ve always wanted my first time to be with someone special.” Leaning in still closer to me, Hayden positioned his mouth close to my ear. “This might come as a surprise to you, Paige, but I’ve always wanted it to be, with you,” he whispered, utilizing the confidence and surety of someone well beyond his actual years.

I didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of being Hayden’s first intrigued me. After years of enduring the irrefutable sexual tension between us, after having fantasized about being with him for longer than I cared to admit, at this point, I wanted a release. I wanted to be with him, wanted to feel him inside of me. In turn, I also wanted to give him what he wanted, what his eyes, his words, and his kiss were begging me for. In short, I wanted to seduce him. It only seemed fair. He had been mercilessly seducing me since the day we met. Now, it was my turn, and it was long overdue. But, could he handle it? There was only one way to find out.

Smiling softly at Hayden, I shared a seductive glance with him, while simultaneously moving his hand further up the inside of my thigh. Placing it directly between my legs, I allowed him to feel how hot I was for him beneath my jeans.

“Okay Hayden, being that it is your birthday, and being that this is our last day as student and teacher, maybe I can teach you one final, very special lesson,” I teasingly purred. “Would you like that?” I breathily asked. Waiting for his response, I lightly kissed him along his neck, anxious to discover whether or not he was truly ready for a real lesson, or if instead he simply wanted to play games.

Unadulterated surprise flashed across Hayden’s face. He hadn’t expected me to make the offer that I had. With his mind apparently reeling in shock, he grew still as though he couldn’t move. Attempting to make sense of what had happened, I could tell he was steadily trying to determine how I had managed to turn the tables on him as quickly as I had.

“Would you?” I asked a second time. Bringing my lips close to his once more, I gently kissed him, tenderly brushing the entirety of my mouth across the ample fullness of his bottom lip, licking and tasting every inch of his mouth in a sensual exchange.

Several seconds into our oral embrace, my patience began to wear thin. He hadn’t responded to my initial question, or to my offer. This made me believe that perhaps he wasn’t ready for what I’d offered after all… wasn’t ready for us. Maybe he simply wanted to kiss me all day. And, while kissing was good, damn good, even… with him, I wanted more than that.

With an air of smugness, I ended our kiss and sent a knowing smirk his way. Standing up from the couch, I smoothed the front of my jeans, and reached for my sweater as though nothing had happened, as though kissing him hadn’t affected me as it had. From my point of view, I’d called his bluff. I’d put him to the test and he had failed… miserably.

Part of me was annoyed with the fact that he had toyed with me for as long as he had. I was aggravated by the way in which he had tormented me. He’d led me to believe that he truly wanted me, truly cared for me. Apparently, Hayden was a better actor than I’d ever given him credit for, and the thought of him simply acting with me made me angry. Neglecting to think rationally, once again I allowed my emotions to take the lead. Looking down at him from where I stood, with a look capable of freezing water in July, I coldly reiterated the phrase he had mercilessly, arrogantly used on me moments before, “I knew it!”

Slipping my sweater onto my arms, I grabbed my bag from the floor and turned to walk away. However, I was unable to get far. Before I could step away from him, he grabbed my arm and tightly encircled his fingers around my wrist. “Going somewhere?” he asked, returning my obvious anger with an equivalent dose of his own.

The moment he touched me, I grew silent. I didn’t know what to say. I could literally feel his hurt and annoyance coming off of him in waves. I’d never seen him like that before, and admittedly, it frightened me somewhat, but deliciously, shamefully so. As much as I hated to, I had to confess, I enjoyed the feeling of his strong fingers relentlessly gripping my wrist, holding me captive at his will. Something about powerful men, especially men who weren't afraid to use their power to obtain the object of their desire got me every time. Hayden was one of those men.

“Hayden…” I began. Ending my sentence after a single word, I did so, simply because I couldn’t think of a solitary thing to say. I was frozen, uncertain, and on edge. With baited breath I impatiently waited to see what Hayden's next move would be, all the while silently hoping he hadn’t been playing a game with me after all.

“Come here,” he insisted, brusquely pulling me back to the couch. Declining down on top of me, he pressed the fullness of his weight against my body, as his mouth found mine, and in a fury, rained warm, forbidden pleasures upon my lips. He’d proved himself… he’d proved himself and then some. He was serious. He did want me.

With that in mind, and with his lean frame weighing deliciously upon mine, I finally gave myself permission to bring one of the many naughty scenarios within my mind to life. Reaching around him, I gripped the back of his head within my hand and pulled him closer, harder to me as our tongues danced hotly within one another’s mouths.

“Hayden, are you sure?” I hurriedly whispered between our fervent kisses.

Working with the buttons of my shirt he paused for a moment and looked into my eyes. Wanting to convince me of the surety of his decision, he gently smiled. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. This is what I want. I want you… I always have.”
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