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maskirovka) wrote2021-07-20 01:46 am
maskirovka) wrote2021-07-20 01:46 am
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She didn't miss the tension corded across those wide shoulders; Natalia bit her lower lip almost in anticipation. Opening her notebook, she placed it on the desk beside them, and tapped a slim finger against the page.
"Look. I tried to do it this way, but it...didn't work. And if I move this here, it unbalances on both sides." She put down her backpack and scribbled a little, unconsciously sidling closer until she brushed against his left side, her right arm innocently tucked between them. Score for being left-handed.
"Could you help me?" Wide green eyes lifted to meet steel-blue, and the girl nibbled on her lower lip again, invitingly. "Please? I want to learn it right."
"Look. I tried to do it this way, but it...didn't work. And if I move this here, it unbalances on both sides." She put down her backpack and scribbled a little, unconsciously sidling closer until she brushed against his left side, her right arm innocently tucked between them. Score for being left-handed.
"Could you help me?" Wide green eyes lifted to meet steel-blue, and the girl nibbled on her lower lip again, invitingly. "Please? I want to learn it right."
"It'll take a little longer than I have right now," Bucky says and he knows his voice has a disappointed note in it. He wants to spend time with her now and enjoy the scent of her hair and the small touch of her body against his left side. He has it bad. Worse than he should.
"My office hours are at one, though, so if you stop by then I can give you one on one instruction and help you get through these. They're not hard once you get the trick of them."
He, however, is.
"My office hours are at one, though, so if you stop by then I can give you one on one instruction and help you get through these. They're not hard once you get the trick of them."
He, however, is.
Her lower lip pursed in a mild pout, but she brightened when he suggested meeting during his office hours. "One, da? That is perfect. I will see you then." And be quivering with every passing second, hoping beyond hope for a locked door and the feel of his big desk beneath her.
Stuffing her notebook into her satchel, Natalia glanced up at her professor, green eyes bright and full mouth curved into her sweet, sweet smile. "I bring you lunch?" She didn't have class from noon until two, so there was lots of time to procure food and fetch a meal for her gorgeous professor. "You must eat, da?"
Stuffing her notebook into her satchel, Natalia glanced up at her professor, green eyes bright and full mouth curved into her sweet, sweet smile. "I bring you lunch?" She didn't have class from noon until two, so there was lots of time to procure food and fetch a meal for her gorgeous professor. "You must eat, da?"
"Um..." Bucky swallows thickly. He's not supposed to accept gifts from students and it's probably bad to start a precedent but it is just lunch and he often works through his without really thinking about it. He nods quickly.
"Yeah, I eat. You can bring it if you want. I like pretty much anything so whatever you're getting is fine." God, she has to stop smiling at him. She makes him helpless.
"See you at one? I have to get ready for my next class."
"Yeah, I eat. You can bring it if you want. I like pretty much anything so whatever you're getting is fine." God, she has to stop smiling at him. She makes him helpless.
"See you at one? I have to get ready for my next class."
By the time one pm rolled around, Natalia had managed to straighten herself out a little, pull her thick curls into a high ponytail and applied at least some touches of makeup. She left the outfit, mainly because Maryland was hot in the early autumn, and it felt so good, to have her professor's heated blue eyes roaming over her skin.
Psychology was her two o'clock - irony - but five minutes until one pm, she headed back to Clifford Hall and Professor Barnes' office, satchel over one shoulder and a lunchbag in the other. His door was closed, but she knocked anyway, calling out lightly, "Professor? It is Natalia. I am here for lesson. And with lunch. I can come in?"
Psychology was her two o'clock - irony - but five minutes until one pm, she headed back to Clifford Hall and Professor Barnes' office, satchel over one shoulder and a lunchbag in the other. His door was closed, but she knocked anyway, calling out lightly, "Professor? It is Natalia. I am here for lesson. And with lunch. I can come in?"
Bucky has been on edge since earlier and when he opens the door, he's a little disheveled. He welcomes her in and is kind of glad she brought food because it's something to occupy him while he's trying desperately not to look at Natalia.
"Hey. Glad you brought food, actually. It was a great idea because I worked through noon and I never eat during the day other than coffee and a muffin or something."
He gestures to one of his chairs. "Make yourself comfortable, all right?"
"Hey. Glad you brought food, actually. It was a great idea because I worked through noon and I never eat during the day other than coffee and a muffin or something."
He gestures to one of his chairs. "Make yourself comfortable, all right?"
Her eyebrow lifted when he opened the door, a little surprised to see him so...rumpled. But she bounced into the office, regardless, and placed the bag with their lunch on a clear place atop his desk. "You are welcome. I am glad to feed you." She dimpled at him, dropping her backpack and digging into the bag.
"Sandwich, chips, cookies. Your favorite, so I brought." Taking the initiative with the invitation, Natalia boldly pulled up one of the other chairs to sit on the same side of his desk, laying out their culinary spread with teenage panache.
"Sit and eat," she directed, though her smile was pure seductive innocence. And she patted the place beside her. "I know you are terrible to remember meals. Need to eat." Although doing so would put him in perfect proximity. Both to work on the physics equations as well as...other things.
"Sandwich, chips, cookies. Your favorite, so I brought." Taking the initiative with the invitation, Natalia boldly pulled up one of the other chairs to sit on the same side of his desk, laying out their culinary spread with teenage panache.
"Sit and eat," she directed, though her smile was pure seductive innocence. And she patted the place beside her. "I know you are terrible to remember meals. Need to eat." Although doing so would put him in perfect proximity. Both to work on the physics equations as well as...other things.
Shit. This girl was already getting him into trouble and he hadn't even done anything untoward or close to rule-breaking. Bucky knows he has to get himself together; he's up for tenure this year and an affair with a teenager student is a good way to get himself fired outright, much less have tenure yanked off the table.
Still, she brought him food and he focuses on that for the moment, noticing she even got the white macadamia nut cookies he likes. "How did you know what cookies I like?" he asks, genuinely curious.
Still, she brought him food and he focuses on that for the moment, noticing she even got the white macadamia nut cookies he likes. "How did you know what cookies I like?" he asks, genuinely curious.
Natalia unwrapped her own sandwich, turkey on wheat bread, and dimpled at him before taking a bite. "I watched," she said after swallowing. "You have black coffee, two sugars, each morning at the Quad café before class, and if they have cookies ready, you order two of these. Always." A long finger gently touched the wrapped treats. "Because you ride motorbike, you get coffee here. If you drive SUV, you bring coffee from home."
She'd been trained to be dangerously observant, and she wanted to impress him, besides.
After another small bite of her sandwich, Natalia shrugged, lowering her hands and her eyes both. "I wanted to make you happy, today."
She'd been trained to be dangerously observant, and she wanted to impress him, besides.
After another small bite of her sandwich, Natalia shrugged, lowering her hands and her eyes both. "I wanted to make you happy, today."
"Oh, um, wow. Didn't realize I was so predictable," Bucky says. He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic, and stuffs his mouth full of pastrami on rye so he doesn't betray himself by saying something stupid. This girl has paid more attention to him than his ex-wife did their whole marriage. Amazing.
"So it's balancing the equations that's giving you the most trouble? I can help with that, it's just math. It's just hidden in these word problems and sometimes you set them up wrong. I know the feeling. I had the same problem in college."
"So it's balancing the equations that's giving you the most trouble? I can help with that, it's just math. It's just hidden in these word problems and sometimes you set them up wrong. I know the feeling. I had the same problem in college."
She shrugged again. "Most are. Without knowing." Finishing off her sandwich, Natalia dusted her hands of crumbs and reached into her backpack. "Da, Professor. This." Opening her notebook, she spread it out on his desk, fetching a pen and pointing to the issue that had so plagued her earlier.
Natalia scooted closer, her bare knee pressed against his but her brows furrowed in concentration. "It will not balance! No matter what I try, it wont work. What am I doing wrong? How can I fix? Tell me, Professor, please?"
Natalia scooted closer, her bare knee pressed against his but her brows furrowed in concentration. "It will not balance! No matter what I try, it wont work. What am I doing wrong? How can I fix? Tell me, Professor, please?"
Natalia is so passionate about this, like it's life or death, and it's all he can do to keep from laughing a little. He finishes his sandwich and moves a little closer, taking the pen from Natalia to circle what's wrong.
"It's this step, Natalia. You carried the number wrong," he explains, broad handwriting filling the page. "You have to remember to move it to the other side in these types of equations or in the end it won't ever balance. Otherwise, really good work. You know what you're doing, you're just missing one thing, all right?"
"It's this step, Natalia. You carried the number wrong," he explains, broad handwriting filling the page. "You have to remember to move it to the other side in these types of equations or in the end it won't ever balance. Otherwise, really good work. You know what you're doing, you're just missing one thing, all right?"
Natalia leaned in, intent to watch what he was doing. His scent filled her nose, warm and clean and completely delectable. She let him have her pen, watching as those large hands moved across the paper, making the problem look oh-so-simple as he worked it out in front of her.
The compliment warmed her way down inside, and once the light bulb clicked on what she'd missed, the little redheaded girl squealed and bounced in her chair, so relieved to finally have her headache solved. "Oh, spasibo, Professor!" Young, enthusiastic arms suddenly threw themselves around his neck, and she almost toppled into his lap with her exuberant hug.
"That is so simple! I cannot believe I missed!"
Thankfully, her innate agility saved them both from toppling out of his large desk chair, but the girl somehow ended up astride one of her Professor's rock-hard thighs, her arms still clinging around his neck. "You are very brilliant," she told him, smirking in delight. "Thank you, for showing me."
The compliment warmed her way down inside, and once the light bulb clicked on what she'd missed, the little redheaded girl squealed and bounced in her chair, so relieved to finally have her headache solved. "Oh, spasibo, Professor!" Young, enthusiastic arms suddenly threw themselves around his neck, and she almost toppled into his lap with her exuberant hug.
"That is so simple! I cannot believe I missed!"
Thankfully, her innate agility saved them both from toppling out of his large desk chair, but the girl somehow ended up astride one of her Professor's rock-hard thighs, her arms still clinging around his neck. "You are very brilliant," she told him, smirking in delight. "Thank you, for showing me."
Oh shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.
"Oh, um, thank you, um, Natalia?" His arm automatically goes behind her to make sure she isn't going to fall out of the chair onto the floor but she's straddling his thigh and her hair is close enough for her scent to be in his nose and God, he wants to fuck this girl.
He's always had a weakness for redheads, it's true, and he hasn't been with anyone since his wife started divorce proceedings. It's been a long several months (a year? He's lost track.) and he is suddenly reminded of how good sex is.
"Maybe not in my lap, huh? I'm not supposed to be touching students like this. I don't know how it is in Russia."
"Oh, um, thank you, um, Natalia?" His arm automatically goes behind her to make sure she isn't going to fall out of the chair onto the floor but she's straddling his thigh and her hair is close enough for her scent to be in his nose and God, he wants to fuck this girl.
He's always had a weakness for redheads, it's true, and he hasn't been with anyone since his wife started divorce proceedings. It's been a long several months (a year? He's lost track.) and he is suddenly reminded of how good sex is.
"Maybe not in my lap, huh? I'm not supposed to be touching students like this. I don't know how it is in Russia."
Natalia blinked, as if suddenly aware of where she actually was. Then she gave a low husky laugh, lowering her lashes as if abashed. But the arm around her waist felt divine, as did the rough denim of those tight jeans, rasping against her inner thighs. "...oh, umm...I am sorry, Professor. Forgive me?"
Yet she took her time sliding out of his lap, making sure to rub against him in every way she could as she dismounted his lap, coquettishly adjusting her clothing before returning to her chair. "It is...different, back home, da." Pulling the band from her ponytail, she shook out her curls briefly. "Not so...how you say...strict over there."
Winding the elastic around long fingers, she gave him an arch little look over one shoulder. "A shame, da?"
Yet she took her time sliding out of his lap, making sure to rub against him in every way she could as she dismounted his lap, coquettishly adjusting her clothing before returning to her chair. "It is...different, back home, da." Pulling the band from her ponytail, she shook out her curls briefly. "Not so...how you say...strict over there."
Winding the elastic around long fingers, she gave him an arch little look over one shoulder. "A shame, da?"
Yeah. A fucking shame.
"No, no reason to be sorry," he says, shoving a hand through his hair to just relax himself. God, this is awful. She is clearly flirting with him. She has to be. No girl, sixteen or not, is this oblivious to what she's doing and he wonders why him. Why him, out of everyone? The other students are far closer to her age.
"Just a cultural difference." The horrible part of him says he could probably swing asking for a blow job right now but he pushes that deep down. He absolutely cannot ask for that.
"Have you been enjoying America?"
"No, no reason to be sorry," he says, shoving a hand through his hair to just relax himself. God, this is awful. She is clearly flirting with him. She has to be. No girl, sixteen or not, is this oblivious to what she's doing and he wonders why him. Why him, out of everyone? The other students are far closer to her age.
"Just a cultural difference." The horrible part of him says he could probably swing asking for a blow job right now but he pushes that deep down. He absolutely cannot ask for that.
"Have you been enjoying America?"
A casual shrug. "It is fun. Odd, but still fun." She returned to her own chair, perching on its edge while she pulled her long hair back into its former ponytail. "Food is amazing, definitely." She grinned, winking salaciously. "You have hamburgers here. Mmmm...delicious." Just like the clean, crisp scent that clung to him, which she could still vaguely scent on her own clothing.
"You should visit. You could be guest of my family. Uncle Alexander would love you to visit." "Uncle Alexander", the current Tsar of Imperial Russia. "I show you all the sights. Take you skiing in mountains. Swimming in hot spring lake." Almost impulsively, Natalia reached over and placed a warm little hand on the professor's knee.
"Take good care of you, Professor. Promise."
"You should visit. You could be guest of my family. Uncle Alexander would love you to visit." "Uncle Alexander", the current Tsar of Imperial Russia. "I show you all the sights. Take you skiing in mountains. Swimming in hot spring lake." Almost impulsively, Natalia reached over and placed a warm little hand on the professor's knee.
"Take good care of you, Professor. Promise."
Bucky smiles tightly. "Look, Natalia, that would be nice but I can't do that when you're a student. I'm not supposed to have close personal relationships with my students. I could get in a lot of trouble if someone found out about that or if you were uncomfortable with it later and told the dean. I know there's a difference in how things happen in Russia and that's fine, I don't mean to offend you."
He takes in a tight breath and it doesn't seem to help. "It's just because of how things are here, all right? Otherwise, that sounds like an amazing trip."
He takes in a tight breath and it doesn't seem to help. "It's just because of how things are here, all right? Otherwise, that sounds like an amazing trip."
Perhaps this was going to be harder than she thought. Although she did have to give him credit for his reticence; it only spoke to how admirable he really was. "...oh." Her expression fell, but she smiled anyway. "It is no offense. Forgive that I asked. I do not want you to get into any trouble, because of me."
Which...if he really was going to hold true to his principles, meant her chances of making him entirely hers were considerably less than optimal. But that was okay. Professor James Barnes was a good man, and she really didn't have the right to try and make him less of one than he was.
She picked up her notebook, turned the page, then handed it back. "Only one more question. Walk through this equation with me? It is...harder, than the other, and I do not understand."
Which...if he really was going to hold true to his principles, meant her chances of making him entirely hers were considerably less than optimal. But that was okay. Professor James Barnes was a good man, and she really didn't have the right to try and make him less of one than he was.
She picked up her notebook, turned the page, then handed it back. "Only one more question. Walk through this equation with me? It is...harder, than the other, and I do not understand."
"Of course, I'll walk through anything you need me to walk through," Bucky says. This is back in the right wheelhouse and what his actual job is, so Bucky doesn't think anything of leaning over and tracing his finger along her work to see where the issue is. There's a dropped variable she hasn't carried over, though, and he points to it on the page.
"You see this? You have to solve for velocity first, honey, and then you can finish the rest of the equation. I like to do it over to the side so it doesn't mess up the rest of my work. You might want to try that and see if it works for you."
He doesn't even notice the pet name.
"You see this? You have to solve for velocity first, honey, and then you can finish the rest of the equation. I like to do it over to the side so it doesn't mess up the rest of my work. You might want to try that and see if it works for you."
He doesn't even notice the pet name.
Honey? The endearment made her smile to herself, ducking her head to hide the pleased little flush on her cheeks. But she returned to his explanation with interest, picking up a pencil and scribbling in the margin, as he'd suggested. She murmured as she worked, a running commentary of the steps, brows furrowing in concentration.
When she had her answer, Natalia angled her notebook towards her to finish the rest of the equation, humming softly as she wrote. Finally, she found an answer, and turned the notebook back to her professor, showing him what she'd done.
"Da? Nyet?"
When she had her answer, Natalia angled her notebook towards her to finish the rest of the equation, humming softly as she wrote. Finally, she found an answer, and turned the notebook back to her professor, showing him what she'd done.
"Da? Nyet?"
"Da," Bucky says, grinning at her. "You're doing a great job. You'll do just fine in class if you pay attention to the little details. That's all you're missing, all right? You're doing really well."
Bucky expects her GPA to go up, honestly, and he hopes that it does. He thinks she deserves that.
"Did you have any others that were giving you a problem? You can always come by office hours if you're having trouble. I'm pretty much required to be here anyway and no one ever comes. You'd be a welcome interruption to dead silence."
Bucky expects her GPA to go up, honestly, and he hopes that it does. He thinks she deserves that.
"Did you have any others that were giving you a problem? You can always come by office hours if you're having trouble. I'm pretty much required to be here anyway and no one ever comes. You'd be a welcome interruption to dead silence."
"I jump ahead," she confessed, tapping the pen against her lower lip. "Too eager sometimes, miss little thing." Natalia pouted, frustrated with herself. "Need to learn patience." Boy, did she ever. Especially with that delectable hunk of male sitting just inches away.
"I can always use help," she admitted to his offer. "If you are willing, da? I would not mind spending hour with you." The redhead flipped her notebook closed. "We can...practice math. Or something. And I will bring you lunch. Sound good?"
"I can always use help," she admitted to his offer. "If you are willing, da? I would not mind spending hour with you." The redhead flipped her notebook closed. "We can...practice math. Or something. And I will bring you lunch. Sound good?"
"Practice math," Bucky says firmly, because something leads his mind down avenues it shouldn't go. He does nod at her offer of lunch, though. Surely nobody could be upset about a student coming to office hours and bringing him food along with her own? That's not so strange. There's nothing off about that.
"Is everything all right, Natalia? I know being younger than the other students has to be overwhelming and then you're in a whole new country. Is there anything that would help you feel more at home, do you think?"
"Is everything all right, Natalia? I know being younger than the other students has to be overwhelming and then you're in a whole new country. Is there anything that would help you feel more at home, do you think?"
She had her own ideas about those 'avenues', herself. But he seemed to insist on being the gentleman, so. And she wanted to spend time with him. Not only because she craved his body, wanted him in every way that a woman could want a man, but because of his next words; his inherent kindness. His concern touched her heart, and she smiled warmly, scooting closer and this time placing her small hand on his arm, rubbing the fabric of his pressed-shirt gently.
"Things are...fine, Professor. Spasibo. It is strange," she told him, "being in new country for first time, trying to learn all things at once. But, is fun challenge. And I like it here. People are nice, most are kind, everyone so helpful." Though that might have something to do with her last name. She didn't actually have many friends just yet. Which also might have had something to do with her last name.
"You are sweet to ask. But, since we are sharing, let me ask you: you have been so kind to me, Professor." Without even realizing it, the lithe little redhead slid to her knees beside his chair, full breasts pressing against his knee. "How can I return favor? Take care of you, make you feel good?"
"Things are...fine, Professor. Spasibo. It is strange," she told him, "being in new country for first time, trying to learn all things at once. But, is fun challenge. And I like it here. People are nice, most are kind, everyone so helpful." Though that might have something to do with her last name. She didn't actually have many friends just yet. Which also might have had something to do with her last name.
"You are sweet to ask. But, since we are sharing, let me ask you: you have been so kind to me, Professor." Without even realizing it, the lithe little redhead slid to her knees beside his chair, full breasts pressing against his knee. "How can I return favor? Take care of you, make you feel good?"
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