Giana looked like an angel while she slept, her riotous red curls like a fiery halo around her head. Bianca hesitantly got out of the bed, untangling herself from Giana's body without waking her, which was no easy feat as Giana constantly seemed to try and grab back onto Bianca as she moved away, which only make her cuter.
Bianca searched the kitchen, only finding several microwave meals, orange juice, a half-eaten pizza and two boxes of cereal, milk nowhere to be found. The cupboards were stuffed with art equipment and paints. Giana's kitchen looked like it was an artist's bachelor pad. The pots were hardly used and most of the cutlery was just placed haphazardly into a drawer.
Bianca shook her head, deciding to go out and buy something suitable to be called breakfast. She scribbled a quick note, found two aspirin and a glass of water and left it where Giana could see it once she woke up. She drove to a small patisserie she knew nearby, picking up some scones and muffins and two coffees to go. She stopped, wondering how Giana liked her coffee and decided to get it black, picking, remembering seeing an unopened creamer in the fridge and prayed there was sugar somewhere in the cupboard.
She quickly paid the cashier and left, hoping to make it back before Giana woke up. Most likely she would have a hangover from the night before. Bianca chuckled at the thought. She had never seen anyone get drunk so easily.
Parking the car in the driveway behind Giana's she got out, juggling the coffees and bags as she opened the door. Giana stood in the living room, a dark scowl on her face.
"Good Morning lo-" Bianca's words were cut of suddenly as Giana slapped her, knocking her off balance, the bags falling, the coffees spilling on her white shirt, seeping through to burn her skin.
"Bloody hell!" Bianca swore, wondering what had gotten into Giana to make her so angry.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You trick me into having dinner with you, get me drunk and then..." Giana yelled, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.
"Then what? I didn't know making sure you got home safely was a crime and I sure as hell didn't force you to drink all that wine!" Bianca retorted, unbuttoning her shirt.
"What do you think your doing?" Giana exclaimed, staring at Bianca.
"Well I can't go around wearing a wet shirt and if I let this dry it will stain," she replied, frowning, her good mood gone. She unhooked her white bra, rolling it up with her shirt as it was just as wet.
She walked into the kitchen, wetting one of the kitchen towels and began to wipe the liquid from her chest, then looked up to see Giana watching her. The anger that had been stemming beneath the surface as soon as she caught the look in Giana's eyes. She had been too upset to be conscious of her nakedness before, but now it was blatantly obvious by the lust radiating from Giana.
Giana shook her head, looking away. She had thought that Bianca had taken advantage of her drunken state the night before and had only ended up offending her. when she confronted her.
"Here," she said, tossing Bianca one of her blouses. "it will be a bit snug considering your...breasts are larger than mine but it should fit."
"Thanks," she replied, catching the blouse and laying it on the counter as she continued to wipe the spilled coffee from her skin, ignoring her again.
"I'll put these in the wash," she said, picking up Bianca's blouse and bra and heading to the laundry room.
She put the machine on to wash a small load and let it run. When she returned to the kitchen Bianca was still topless, the cloth running over her breasts, wiping away the traces of coffee. Giana imagined her tongue licking away the bitter coffee from her skin until she had to bite back a moan.
She shook her head, willing away the images. She wasn't supposed to think of her student that way.
"So....We didn't do anything last night?" Giana asked sheepishly, Bianca's reaction making her question her assumptions.
"I prefer it when my partners are able to figure out how doors work and can form a comprehensible sentence" Bianca chuckled, dropping the kitchen towel into the sink and eyed the shirt to figure out how to get into it.
"Don't you have a class this morning?" she asked Bianca, trying to distract herself from the sight before her.
"I don't have any until your class." she replied matter-a-factly.
"Zimmerman has a class this morning. Aren't you a business student?"
"I was a business student. I finished last year. Tassel and diploma in a pretty frame back in my dorm. I'm only at the college to do extra Arts courses." Bianca pulled on the blouse, wriggling quite a bit to get into it.
The blouse did little in the way of modesty, instead emphasizing the size of her bust and the sensuous curves of her body and in no way hiding Bianca's taut nipples which announced themselves prominently beneath the blue cotton.
Bianca smiled as she caught Giana staring and sauntered past her with an added sway to her hips as she went into the living room and picked up the bags she had dropped before, looking over the contents.
"Breakfast seems salvageable, thankfully you have some orange juice in the fridge. Don't you do any grocery shopping?" Bianca said, setting the bags on the table and fetching plates and glasses and grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge.
"I didn't know what kind of muffins you would like so I got blueberry, walnut, chocolate and cranberry. Take your pick," she explained, putting everything on the plates and pouring the juice.
Giana sat down, watching as Bianca manoeuvred through the kitchen as though she had done it a million times before, scolding her about her lack of 'proper food' in her house and she couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny? I'm serious. If your freezer is anything to go by you eat worst than a college student!"
"You sound like my mother and the way your marching around the kitchen, all we need to do is slap an apron on you and I could call you mom!" Giana laughed, biting into her cranberry muffin.
"Well you need a mother's touch in this house. I doubt that stove even knows the meaning of the word cook."
"I never was a good cook. Rather eat out than risk food poisoning." Giana mused. "College broke me into some bad habits."
"If you can't cook I'll come over and do it for you, no objections." Bianca smiled coyly to herself, a plan forming in her head.
Giana quirked her brow, watching Bianca curiously as she ate, the woman adamant on her campaign against her current eating habits.
"Okay, you can come over and cook dinner if you want to. Happy?" Giana asked, surrendering.
"Deal, now go shower and get dressed. you have a class in an hour and I have to get back to the dorms if I'm going to get ready. Cyrus said he and Caleb were going to be there early."
Bianca picked up the plates, putting them in the sink and began to wash up.
"You don't need to do that. I'll get to them later." Giana insisted.
"Later being at whatever hour you return from work. I think not. Go shower."
Giana shook her head at Bianca before heading to the shower.
She hadn't thought it would be that easy. Giana hadn't even argued with her. It all seemed too easy. Now she'd be cooking dinner here every night and if everything went well she might end up doing more.
She cleared away the wares and was surprised when a cat crawled from beneath the table and began to rub against her legs.
"Well hello there little guy. Are you Giana's?" Bianca asked the grey furball and it purred affectionately as she pet it.
"I had a cat when I was little. You look just like her," she said, going into the living room, sitting with the cat in her lap, playing with it.
"The shower's empty if you want to.." Giana started, stopping short as she saw Bianca playing with Nelson.
Nelson never treated anyone with affection other than her. He had disliked almost everyone she had brought to visit and would even hiss and scratch at Cassandra. It surprised her to see him on Bianca's lap, purring as if he'd been offered a bath full of mackerel.
"I see you and Nelson have met."
"So that's your name huh? Nelson? I'll shower when I get back to my dorm." she replied, looking up at Giana, surprised to see her standing there in only a towel loosely knotted around her.
She put Nelson down and the cat reluctantly pandered off out of their sight to disappear again for another few days as he always did and slowly advanced towards Giana, trying not to stare at the expanse of skin the towel bared.
"Hurry and get dressed and I'll drive you to work," Bianca said calmly, her hand tangling in Giana's freshly washed curls, frowning when she saw the woman stiffen.
"Don't be so frightened. I don't bite...much," she teased, whispering the words, her tongue flicking out to run along the curve of her ear, her teeth biting down with light pressure on her lobe, earning a shudder from Giana and Bianca smiled at the small victory.
Bianca untied the scant knot that held the towel, letting it fall away from Giana's body and she buried her face in the woman's neck, inhaling her scent, lavender, mint and a fragrance that was purely Giana.
"Bianca, I..I already told you..." she stuttered, putting her hands up between their bodies to push Bianca away but she stopped, gasping in surprise as she felt the woman's teeth bite down on her neck, her gasp turning to a moan as the sensation shot through her body, sending pangs of need spasming in her gut.
"Well I'm telling you Giana, I'm going to make you mine, one way or another." Her hands wound around Giana's body, holding her captive against her own.
"Bianca, stop this foolishness! I'm your professor!" Giana argued, squirming in Bianca's grip.
"And I'm your student, but how many other professors follow that rule? No one has to know," Bianca rebutted, her lips travelling lower, sending fissions of pleasure skittering over every nerve in Giana's body. "And that rule didn't stop you and the Music professor when you were in college."
Giana wanted to ask how she knew that but her words came out as a strangled moan as Bianca took her breasts into her mouth, suckling and nipping on the ripe flesh and she swore she could have come from just having Bianca play with her breasts alone.
Bianca reluctantly left the playground of her bosom, kissing a path down her torso to the V of dark red curls between her legs and Giana found her hands gripping the frame of the archway she hadn't even realised she'd been leaning on.
A groan fell from Bianca and she rolled her eyes downwards to meet Giana's, triumphant at the desire and need so vividly displayed on her face.
"I can smell your arousal, Giana. You can say you don't want this but your body can't lie," she said, her voice low and husky.
Giana closed her eyes, shaking her head desperately but the image of Bianca's face etched into her mind, the sheer lust and hunger so evident in her eyes it had nearly brought her to her knees right where she stood before Bianca had even touched her womanhood.
"I have a class to teach," she barely managed to sputter out, thanking whatever force above that had made her remember that.
With an agitated growl, Bianca rose from her knees, her hands keeping their hold on her waist. "I don't care if it's in your classroom, your car or back here, just know for certain that once I get you alone I am going to finish what we've started then I'm going to do it again and again and again until you never want to let me go."
Giana knew Bianca was serious from the dark passion roiling in her eyes. Just when she thought Bianca was about to let her go the woman's lips crashed down on hers in a savage kiss, different from any kiss she had ever had before. She tried to protest but the moment she parted her lips Bianca's tongue invaded her mouth, drawing her tongue into a duel of seduction, their bodies warring to get closer, the heat between them an unquenchable flame burning stronger and stronger until they finally were forced to part for air.
Giana swore she was drunk again, but not on any mortal wine. No, Bianca was much sweeter than any wine man could make, but that was what made her all the more dangerous. The temptation to just call in sick to the university and have the someone substitute for her was strong but she fought it off. She loved working at the university and wouldn't risk it for a steamy affair with a student, no matter how much her body disagreed with her decision.
She pried herself from Bianca's grip, rushing into the bedroom, locking the door behind her as a precaution as she got dressed, cursing as she realised that she had nothing to clean away the evidence of her arousal. With grave annoyance and distaste, she got dressed, trying to ignore the dampness between her legs.
"Let's go," she said with as much calmness as she could muster as she finally left her room in an outfit she had haphazardly pulled together, Bianca eyeing her with appreciation rather than hunger as before, making Giana blush.
"Cute blouse," Bianca commented, pulling lightly on the ruffle of fabric that came together to form a bow on her shoulder, before grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
Giana stopped for a moment, the compliment catching her off guard, having forgotten what it was like to have someone say something nice about her choice of clothing. With a small smile, she followed Bianca out to her car.
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