~You're so fine, lose my mind~{Jon}

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca had finished her first class, and wanted a coffee. She thought it had gone as well as she could have hoped. It certainly could have gone worse. She had been relieved to see that most of the other professors on campus were about her age. The title ‘Professor’ suggests some old codger dressed completely in tweed, complete with leather elbow pads, and a stick up his ass the size of Timbuktu. Bianca was pleased to discover that wasn’t the case.

The blonde creative writing professor walked through the doors of Starbucks. There were other coffee places, of course, but Bianca had always had a weakness for Starbucks coffee. It just tasted so much better than anywhere else. Running a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair, Bianca approached the counter, where a bored looking teenager stood. “Hi.” Bianca greeted the girl. She leaned forward to look at the menu until her eyes fell on what she wanted. “A tall café latte, please.” Bianca said, reaching down for her purse.

As she handed the girl the money, the girl looked up and said “Take a seat, we’ll bring it to you.”

“Thanks.” Bianca wandered over to a comfortable looking table by a window and sat down. She leaned back and looked out the window contentedly.

“Ma’am?”

Bianca turned around. Standing by her was the girl she had ordered from earlier, holding her café latte. “Thanks.” Bianca repeated, taking the drink from her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took the first sip. The first sip of an espresso was one of Bianca’s favourite things in the world. She found it simultaneously relaxing and awakening.

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[JONATHAN SHARPING]

Jonathan had done a damn good job at organizing his new bedroom, living room, and office area, thank you very much. It wasn't until he had gotten to his kitchen that he felt that something was missing. Jon collapsed on his brand new leather couch, exhausted from moving furniture and boxes upon boxes. Jon needed some coffee. He sprung up from the couch and walked happily into his re-modeled kitchen, grabbing a fresh white mug and put it under the co-.. wait. "Where the fuck is the coffee maker?!," Jonathan shouted to nobody in particular. Fuck! He had left it in his storage unit that was an hour away. Well, they were closed now. How was he going to get coffee now? He slammed the mug on his granite countertop, nearly smashing it. Jonathan groaned as he spotted his car keys and his jacket on the dining table, shrugging his jacket on in a fury. He slammed the front door behind him as he stormed out into his car.

He parked jerkily in the closest empty spot available in the Starbucks parking lot. The front line was packed. Jonathan locked his car and tried to walk calmly into the building and his shoulders dropped with relief as the raw smell of coffee filled his nostrils. He briskly walked to the front desk, "Uh, can I have one of those larg--venti coffees. Please. Just black." He paid for his coffee along with a slice of powdered sweet bread. While he was waiting for his coffee by the counter, he looked around the fairly medium-sized Starbucks. Almost every table was occupied with people on laptops or couples whispering quietly to each other. He sighed softly to himself, deciding that he'd head home after he got his coffee and bread. Jonathan grabbed his items and started walking toward the door when he saw a semi-familiar blonde sitting alone.

Oh, she was the Creative Writing professor that he'd been checking out during the staff meeting yesterday. Jonathan back-peddled and pulled the seat across from her out, taking the blonde by surprise. Jon put on his best smile and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jonathan. You teach at Winchester, right? I saw you at the staff meeting yesterday." He took his seat and sipped into his coffee, eyeing at her hair.

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca looked up, surprised, at the man across from her. He was familiar, vaguely. He was new, like her. Bianca remembered seeing him and thinking he was pretty hot. Up close, he was even better looking, which definitely worked in his favor. When he introduced himself, Bianca smiled at him. “Bianca.” She said, taking his offered hand. The staff meeting yesterday had been rather boring, just introducing new staff, but Bianca remembered seeing Jonathan.

“Yeah.” She said, confirming his assumption that she taught at the college. “Creative Writing.” She bit her lip for a moment, trying to remember what he taught. “Oh, right.” She thought when it came back to her. “You teach Culinary Arts, don’t you?” She asked. The staff meeting had been mostly “this is blah and they teach blah.” Not the most interesting thing in the world for sure, and Bianca had been grateful when it was over.

That being said, Jonathan had caught her attention, and it was obvious why. He was gorgeous, and a bit taller than her, which for some unknown reason, was a real turn on for Bianca. “Have you had your first class yet?” she asked, making conversation. “I just finished mine.”

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[JONATHAN SHARPING]

Jonathan tore his sweet bread in half and offered Bianca one half with a crooked smile. "Biancaaa." Jonathan repeated, letting her name roll off his tongue. He nodded when she remembered what class he taught. "Indeed! Hopefully none of these students will set fire to their hair." He said, reminiscing on other classes that he taught in a couple of high schools. He took a bite out of the sweet bread, the powdered sugar landing on his lips. He stuck his tongue out to lick it away quickly and took another sip of his coffee.

Bianca was definitely Jonathan's type. Blonde, blue eyes, nice body. And could be reached easily. Great for booty calls. Jonathan was brought back to the table when she mentioned their classes. Oh, classes. Right. "Ah, my first class is tomorrow." He put on a nervous face and cross his fingers on both hands, raising them up. "Wish me luck!" He wrapped his hands around his large disposable cup, suddenly intrigued by Bianca. "Oooh, how'd that go?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows.

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca smirked as he stretched out her name. Taking the sweet bread offered, she took a bite. Bianca made a face when Jonathan commented on students setting fire to their hair. “Tell me that doesn’t actually happen.” Lucky for Bianca, she taught Creative Writing, which was a fairly safe class to teach. No danger of any students setting fire to their hair with a pen.

Bianca giggled. “Good luck.” She said, smiling at Jonathan. She nodded when he asked her about her class. “Pretty good, actually. Could definitely have been a lot worse” She had been talking to Jonathan for less than ten minutes and already liked him. That, and the fact that he was rather charming, was a good combination for a fling. Or a bootycall. Bianca wasn't fussy “My students were better than I thought they’d be.” Bianca added, bringing her attention back to the conversation.

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music?!: Better That We Break - Maroon 5
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[JONATHAN SHARPING]

Jonathan nearly choked on his coffee thinking about the redhead who left her chicken on the stove too long, causing her bright red hair to burst into flames. He remembered seeing her the next day with her hair all chopped off in different directions. That poor girl. "Oh, it happens. Boys get too distracted in the girl's butts in front of them. And the same could be said for the girls that I've had." He said with a smile, shaking his head and knowing perfectly well that he forgot everything about his work while glancing down at Bianca's chest when he thought she wasn't looking.

"Well, I'm glad. I'm sure you're a wonderful teacher. Students just gotta warm up to you. And it's not like they care about us." He stated before shoving another piece of sweet bread in his mouth. "We're just here to give them the shit they need, they take the final exam, hopefully pass, and then they're gone." He washed down his portion of bread with his coffee.

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca couldn’t help the peal of laughter that escaped her throat. “Oh, god.” She said. “Quite a dangerous profession you’ve got there, Jonathan.” She noticed him checking her out. Of course she noticed him checking her out. He’d been doing it since he sat down with her. Bianca didn’t mind, though. Just the opposite, actually.

“Flatterer.” Bianca said. She watched him shove another piece of sweet bread into his mouth and wondered idly where all these hot professors were cropping up from. She might have to change her sexual goals. “Suppose you have a point there.” She said thoughtfully. “My niece is in my class.” She mentioned. She had given Adrienne a book suggestion before the redheaded girl had left. ‘The Writer’s Journey’. It was about the structure of Adventure stories. She had thought it might help, even though it wasn’t in the curriculum. “I think she’ll probably do pretty well.” Bianca wondered if she thought so highly of the girl because she was her sister’s daughter, or because she was honestly talented. A combination of both, most likely.


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[JONATHAN SHARPING]

"Danger is my middle name, Bianca." He winked behind his coffee cup. He was lying of course. He ran out of the room when his student's hair caught on fire and made the old woman who taught Geometry across the hall to put out the fire. He hated danger, he avoided it at all costs.

Jonathan downed the rest of his coffee, frowning at the hollow sound the cup made he placed it on the table. "I try." He crumpled the sweet bread wrapper into a ball and started rolling it between his hands idly as Bianca talked. His eyebrows furrowed at the mention of her niece. "Wait, your niece goes to Winchester?" He stuck his thumb in the direction of the school behind him. "My nephew, Charlie goes there! He lives with me." His mouth dropped open in shock. "How crazy is that? Oh, man! Charlie makes the best grades I've ever seen." He slapped his knee, letting his dorky teacher side get the best of him.

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

“Really, now?” Bianca asked, giggling slightly. “I like it.” She added with a wink. “Your nephew lives with you?” She asked. “I kinda wish Adrienne lived with me.” Bianca admitted. “Gets lonely, sometimes, you know? Living on your own.” Bianca shrugged. She had grown up with an older sister, and then lived with that sister and her two daughters for some time, so getting home and not having anyone around was a little weird for her.

Bianca laughed when Jonathan mentioned Charlie’s grades. “Yeah, Adrienne’s does alright, too. I have no idea how.” Bianca shook her head. “She used to sneak out to parties all the time.” Rolling her eyes, the blonde Professor added. “I’m sure she got that from me. It sure as hell wasn’t her mother.”


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[JONATHAN SHARPING]

Jonathan couldn't help but feel warmth pull around his stomach when Bianca winked back at him. God, she was fucking stunning. Jon was too busy imagining that blonde hair tangled up in his fingers to think about Charlie. He only really picked out the word lonely. "Well-uh, you're free to stop by my place whenever you want. I'll just kick the kid out," Jonathan blurted out in a rush, nearly burning his mouth when he dumped the rest of his coffee down his through in an effort to shut his mouth.

Jonathan couldn't get the damn images of them together in bed out of his head even if he tried hard enough. He tapped the empty cup on the table several times in time with his shaking leg. He cleared his throat to stop Bianca short. Jonathan didn't care about her family at the moment. She could tell it all to him after they have sex. In his bed. Right now. "Hey, Bianca? What do you say, we get out of here? Go someplace quieter?" Jonathan leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the table. He desperately needed her to dump out her fancy coffee drink and run back home with him.

[BIANCA A. CROWLEY]

Bianca wasn’t really even paying attention to the conversation. She was barely listening to herself talking, or thinking about what she was saying. Jonathan was a smoking hot professor, and you didn’t get a lot of those. Not in Ohio, anyway. She glanced up and smirked as his voice sped up all of a sudden. ’Oh, thank god’ she thought. She didn’t usually have to try too hard to get men interested. She was after all, blonde and hot. But there was something about Jonathan that really got her going.

Bianca felt heat pool in her stomach at the thought of going ‘somewhere quiet’ with Jonathan. “Direct. I like that in a man” she purred. She was suddenly all too aware of how close Jonathan had gotten and found herself no longer caring about the pointlessly fancy Starbucks drink. She stood up, out of her chair, and cocked an eyebrow. “Where did you have in mind?”

[/color] She was about 80% certain that Jonathan meant to take her back to his place, but it couldn’t hurt to be completely certain. And besides, she kind of wanted to hear him say it.



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