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Lessons	By : nedyah Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 2037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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PAIRING: Hayden Christensen & OC-Paige
TIME PERIOD: Takes place the weeks and months leading up to and following Hayden's high school graduation... the point in time when he was 17-18 years old.
WARNINGS: This fic is a bit dark at times, and involves erotica, various forms of sex, one anal scene, and a lot of angst. If anything offends you please stop reading, offending readers was not and is never my intent.
DISCLAIMER: I have no rights to any of the characters portrayed in this story other than Paige, who is of course my creation. The others I am simply borrowing from real life, without compensation, and having them act out deliciously decadent scenarios for my own perverse pleasure and enjoyment.

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“What are you afraid of?” he asked, looking at me intently with his seductive, smoldering gaze.

I felt his stare boring through me, but wouldn’t allow myself to look up at him. Glancing downward at the open textbook resting in my lap, I hoped it would provide the distraction I needed to avoid making eye contact. I didn’t want to get caught up… not again. I knew what my student’s stare was capable of doing to me, what it was able to persuade me to think, and someday to possibly do if I were to lose myself in it. It was trouble and it had to be avoided, for now anyway.

“I’m not afraid of anything Hayden. I won’t have this discussion with you right now. Now, will you please solve problem number five and give me the answer when you are finished?” I sighed with frustration. Reaching to the table for my glass, I took a sip of my iced tea, hoping to chase away the forbidden thoughts surging through my mind… thoughts I knew I shouldn’t be having about Hayden.

“If not now, then when? When will the time be right, Paige? We’ve been dancing around this discussion since we met, two years ago, when I was sixteen. Will you ever talk about it, or are you going to ignore it forever? Maybe you want to put it off until I graduate, maybe you’re just biding your time until you aren’t my tutor anymore… until you can just disappear from my life and forget about me, forget about us? Is that what you’re trying to do?” he harshly asked, looking at me coldly, his anger and growing impatience apparent.

I cleared my throat slightly, feeling discomfort and heat growing within me. Sitting on the couch, in the living room of Hayden’s home, with his mother within earshot wasn’t exactly the ideal place to have the conversation he seemed insistent we have.

“Hayden, number five, please!” I exclaimed a second time. Gently rebuking his blatant disrespect, I attempted to change the subject. “I refuse to discuss this with you right now.”

“Yes, Miss Summers,” Hayden replied. Running his long fingers through his wavy, blonde hair, he sarcastically referred to me by my formal title, rather than referring to me by my first name as he usually did in calmer moments.

The truth was I understood why Hayden was confused. Hell, I was confused too. I didn’t know what to think of whatever it was that had developed between the two of us over the past couple of years. Initially, when I met him, I was a whopping twenty-six to his sixteen. Hayden’s mother, Alie had hired me to be his tutor. His acting career was just beginning to take off, and he wasn’t able to attend classes at his regular high school as often as he should have. Wanting to prevent him from falling behind, Alie decided he could use some help and some additional attention in certain areas. Of course, I was thrilled to accept the job. It was great money and it meant doing something I loved, teaching. The only complicated aspect of the job was working with Hayden. He’d unnerved me from the get go.

The first word that came to mind the day I met him was, cute (there was no denying he was gorgeous, sixteen or not). The second word that came to mind, shortly after that was jail, and the third was bait. Those three words alone had been enough to keep my relationship with him strictly professional up to this point. However, all the same (and guiltily at that), I had been attracted to, and drawn to Hayden upon sight. He was alluring beyond his years… those pouty, pillow lips, those aqua-blue eyes, that sexily tousled hair, as well as his evident intelligence and maturity, all proved time and time again to be a nearly overwhelming temptation for me. Now, with his eighteenth birthday a mere couple of days away, I found my attraction to him growing stronger still. And, for some reason he seemed only too aware of the way in which my feelings for him had changed and developed into much more than they should have, despite my best efforts to conceal what I felt from him.

“Negative 20,” he answered in a mumbled tone, bringing me back to reality from the recesses of my mind. “I know you have feelings for me Paige,” Hayden insisted, blatantly refusing to surrender his quest to force me to reveal the very secret that for so long I had been hiding. He seemed to know that bubbling beneath my calm façade was an unseen fire, a passion for him even, that at various times in the past he had somehow managed to bring to the surface. For someone so young, he knew better than men twice his age how to push all of my buttons, and that button pushing had been going on for some time now.

On more than one occasion, during the more relaxed moments that we had shared as teacher and student, while attempting to keep my mind on my work and his mind on his lessons, he had lazily rested his hand on top of mine or over my thigh for longer than he should have. Usually, I would garner enough willpower to remove his hand straight away, but a couple of times… times I knew he was determined not to forget and to forever use as ammunition in his arsenal against me, I hadn’t done that. In fact, I hadn’t said a word at all, and instead I’d simply continued with his lesson, secretly enjoying the flirtation, feeling flattered, and yes shamefully excited by his advances.

Then there were the times when he had kissed me. As difficult as it had been for me, I somehow managed to only allow him to linger on my lips for a few fleeting seconds before ending the enjoyable embrace (the first time, anyway). Explaining that his behavior wasn’t appropriate or acceptable between a teacher and her student, I retreated from him, despite the inner voice within me begging for more.

In retrospect, perhaps it had taken me a bit longer than it should have for me to end the kiss, but when attraction runs strong between two people, whether that attraction is right or wrong, keeping one’s defenses resilient is easier said than done. Damn, why was I so attracted to him? Or maybe the better question was… why did he have to be so much younger than me? Regardless of the answer to either of those questions, I knew that it had been within that first, lingering kiss two months ago that Hayden had felt… something. Now, as he sat next to me angry, and emotionally wounded by my constant rejection, raising his voice, demanding that I admit ‘that something’, it was obvious he wasn’t going to let any of it go… not without a fight.

“It’s the age thing isn’t it?” he insisted, speaking softly, warmly into my ear. With his eyes narrowed, intent, and practically burning through me, and the outside of his leg pressed against mine, he effortlessly worked at destroying the defensive wall I had painfully constructed against both him and his advances, in my head and in my heart, over the past twenty-four months. “I’m almost eighteen you know. Two more days and I will be. Then, can we finally talk about it?” he asked. Reaching up he placed the back of his hand on my cheek and softly traced the outline of my jaw with his fingertips.

I looked up and finally met his gaze… the gaze that no seventeen-year-old boy should legally be allowed to have. It was beyond deadly, and as such, I silently cursed myself for failing to keep my eyes focused on my book, as planned, rather than on him. Immediately, his blue pools bore into me, and it was as though he could see into my very soul. It was too late, he had me… and while I realized my mistake, I was helpless to do anything about it. ‘No going back’, I silently surrendered.

Unable to resist his sweet breath, his angelic face, and his gentle touch upon my skin, for once, I didn’t pull away when he slowly, but finally tilted his head and brought his lips to mine in an erotic kiss, a kiss the likes of which I’d never before known.

His mouth was warm, his lips, slightly parted, were wet, seductively full and soft as velvet. He tasted indescribably sweet. Straightaway, I lost myself in the moment, surrendered to his kiss, finally welcoming his advance, ignoring my nagging, inner voice urging me to stop. Lately, every time he touched me, or kissed me I found myself craving more, found myself less able to resist. In turn, this only made Hayden’s resolve in regards to me, and to us that much stronger, and yet I did nothing to stop it… until…

“No… not now Hayden,” I sternly whispered. Snapping myself back to reality, I quickly withdrew my mouth from his. I wanted so badly to continue, but for some odd reason, thoughts of where I was, and whom I was with, swiftly brought me back to reality.

In the heat of the moment I’d nearly forgotten that Hayden and I weren’t alone. In fact, we were far from it. His mother was somewhere in the house, possibly within earshot, even. That meant she could potentially walk in on us at any moment. Getting caught in a sensual lip lock with Mrs. Christensen’s beloved baby boy wasn’t exactly something that I fancied adding to my teaching resume. So, undeniable attraction or not I had to resist… it wasn’t the time or the place to allow our desires for one another to unfold.

“Ok, fine. Not now,” Hayden surrendered. “But you can’t deny it anymore, not after that,” he insisted, his sapphire eyes still mercilessly holding my gaze.

“Hayden,” I began in a hushed tone. “We can’t, this is just, it’s… just not right. I’m twenty-eight years old, and you’re… you’re only seventeen.”

“Eighteen,” he interjected with an irritated sigh.

“No! Today you are seventeen, and even if you were eighteen at this very moment, a lot of good it would do me. I am still ten years older than you Hayden. This can’t work. Your mother would kill me. Do you know that? You must know that. This has disaster written all over it. If this were a movie, right about now everyone in the audience would be saying ‘don’t do it!’ to themselves within their minds… that is, if they weren’t directly yelling it at the movie screen. How can you not see how wrong this is?” I asked, looking at him, a mixture of fear, confusion, and frustration simmering within the green pools behind my long, black lashes.

“I don’t care!” he irrationally insisted. “I make my own money, and I make more than most forty-year-olds. This means I can make my own decisions. My mother doesn’t control me. And you… you’re so hung up on age. Why is that so important to you? What does it matter? Tell me you don’t feel something for me? Can you honestly tell me that? Because if you can, then say you don’t and I’ll leave you alone.”

Nervously, I looked at the floor again, wanting to avoid getting caught up a second time in the line of sight of the impetuous young man beside me. With my elbows resting on my knees and my hands at the sides of my head, running through my long blonde hair in frustration, I finally stood up. I had had enough and knew it was time to end the heated conversation as well as the day’s lesson.

“Hayden, I think that’s enough for today. We’ll wrap this up Friday morning. I’ll be here at 10:30. Be ready for your final,” I icily relayed. Ignoring his recent demands, and the warmth rushing through my body as a result of our recent kiss, I did my best to stand my ground and keep up appearances. I did not wish to encourage him, or engage him further in his current line of questioning, not in his mother’s house anyway, and not now.

Dejected, Hayden stood up and closed his book. Snapping it loudly with a single hand, he threw it carelessly onto the table. Forming his eyes into a steely glare, he looked at me, but said nothing. Apparently, he’d had enough as well. Standing up, he exited the room in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

Seconds later, the moment he was gone from sight, huge tears welled in my eyes. However, harnessing every ounce of strength within me, I managed to hold back the floodgates and prevent the huge droplets pooling behind my lids, from pouring out onto my cheeks. The last thing I wanted was for Alie to see me in such a frazzled state. I didn’t relish the idea of having to explain why or how her son had managed to make me cry… again.

With trembling hands I gathered my textbooks and placed them into my tote, rebuking myself all the while for my feelings for Hayden. He was right… he had read me like a book. He knew exactly how I felt. ‘Damn his intuitive side and damn these feelings’, I muttered beneath my breath. This was getting out of hand. I needed to get a grip. I need to wake up and come to terms with the fact that he was only eighteen-years-old. He was a baby. Or he may as well have been, considering the ten-year age difference between us. But nonetheless, he was gorgeous… beautiful even, and secretly on more occasions than I cared to admit, I had fantasized about tutoring him not just in math and English but also in more intimate matters as well. Many a night over the past few months, after the first kiss we’d shared, I had lain awake in my bed; disturbed by the naughty fantasies of him that existed within my mind. It didn’t make sense… why couldn’t I just make the thoughts stop?

‘There’s no time to think about that now’, I whispered to myself. Stuffing the last of my books into my bag, I tidied Hayden’s books into a neat stack on the table, and turned to leave. It wasn’t over though. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that. I was way too familiar with Hayden to believe it would be that easy. Nothing with him ever was. Tomorrow would be another day, another day that would inevitably lead to a new go-round with the obstinate young man I had admittedly grown to adore. However, for today anyway, I was finished… finished with teaching, finished with guilt, finished with Hayden.
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