Title: Chalk
Author: Arimi
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: Yeah right, defiantly not mine.
Author’s note: This came about because the Spoiled Candies were talking about Brendan being a Teacher. Now, I’ve never had a crush on a teacher before, but if Brendan was my collage professor or even a TA, I think that would be something totally different so here was what came into mind. And no I wasn’t thinking Indiana Jones, it just happen to sound like it. Didn’t mean to plagiarize, really, I guess I just love Indy This is truly my first fic and I hope it doesn't disappoint.
Dedicated: The Spoiled Candies. You know who you are. Special thanks to Ica for beta-ing this baby!

Standing in front of the class with his long hair falling lightly against his cheeks, he looked up to a classroom full of girls. Michael turned around to write a complex calculus problem while the classroom got a good peek at his back side.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw flashing lights that pulled his attention away from the black board. As he turned around all the female students hurriedly hid their cameras and smiled at him with full attention. Confused he scratched his eye brow and leaned against the chalk board, leaving traces of chalk on his face and slate gray slacks. Of course the female students didn't mind, it just made him more adorable and sexy to see their favorite professor looking so perplexed.

As he began to explain the problem, he looked up and wondered why his students weren't taking notes. With a confused look on his face and a shake of his head he wondered, if he was a good professor. The majority of his students always came to him for tutoring, but they always seemed to do well on their test, well the female population did anyways. Letting out a sigh, he continued on with his lecture.

“Remember, the test over chapters 8, 9, and 10 is Monday. Plus, all assignments are due on the same day,” Michael announced at the end of the hour.

He began to relax as the last of his students left when he spotted a note on his desk. With questioning eyes, he picked up the piece of paper to see, that it was a picture of his backside with a chalk hand print on the right cheek and the words "NICE ASS" written in bold letters.

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A head peeked in the classroom to see if the close was clear. She had to make sure the note was gone, that would mean that her professor had at least seen it.

It was hard setting up her digital camcorder. She didn’t do the archaic camera that the other female student body had, too much noise and too much flashing that made Professor Guerin too suspicious of his students. She wasn’t that stupid. Instead she sat in the back of the class with the guys and recorded the lectures, not to mention the other things. All she needed was to edit the video later.

She recalled finding someone auctioning off some of his clothing on E-bay and that some freak student of his paid an un-godly amount of money for a T-shirt that said ‘Metal Gods’ and a pair of his dark rinse Levi‘s. Since, his clothing seemed to be getting good money, why not make good money on videos? She had gotten a couple of orders already. She needed to make money to pay for school and other things.

Walking over to the desk that was in the center of the lecture hall, she noticed that it was clear, not a thing in sight. She looked into the trashcan just to make sure it wasn’t thrown away.

A smile crossed her lips as she realized that her professor took the little gift she left him. She squealed and clapped her hands with happiness, her plan had worked! Her train of thought was interrupted by a cough behind her. She slowly turned around to face the person behind her holding up the picture she had placed on the desk. So, this was how a deer felt when it was caught by the headlights of car.

***

With a big grin on her face she looked up at the man with deep, golden, brown, brooding eyes standing in front of her. She slowly glided over in his direction and framed his face with the palms of her hand. “Don’t be so upset Michael, it’s the truth,” she said in a playful tone.

“MARIAaaaaaa,” Michael said sternly with a hint of amusement.

“What?! What?-” Maria pouted as she grabbed the picture from his hand and walk away, looking intensely at the picture. The picture was one of her favorites from the many that she had taken. It was perfect!

Tilting his head to the side, he looked at her little tush sway from side to side. Michael loved to look at her walking, but he preferred her walking towards him- but, seeing her from the back side wasn’t bad either. With one quick motion, Michael rushed up behind her, pinning her against the blackboard with both hands on either side, so she couldn’t move.

Maria never really minded when Michael got a little aggressive, it just made him so sexy. And the way he would look at her, with such passion and power, it was hard not to get caught up in his eyes, lips, mouth, and hands. Oh, those hands that shook her from the inside.

He lowered his head to capture her lips- the kiss started out soft and light, but got more intense with passion as Maria wrapped her arms around his neck, discarding the picture in the process. Taking the clue Michael grabbed both her cheeks and moved them towards the desk. Laying her on the desk, like a buffet ready to be eaten, Michael placed soft kisses on her face, down her neck, and to her collar bone.

“You know we can get in trouble for this,” Maria whispered in a husky voice.

Abruptly looking up, Michael questioned, “what? For kissing my girlfriend?”

“No!,” Maria announced as she sat up, “for kissing a student!”

“You’ve graduated two years ago! You’re the one who insisted on sitting on my lectures!”

“That’s because you are such a wonderful professor, my professor!” Maria said as she quickly kissed him on the lips.

“Yeah, and the video camera has nothing to do with it,” Michael smirked. He knew she was always up to something, but he never wanted to invade her privacy- but, today’s photo proved that his suspicion was right on the money.

Looking away, Maria knew she was caught. She was careful not to let Michael know about her side business. Maria was about to say something when Michael took her hands and pulled her off the desk and onto the floor.

“Lets go, I want to pick up a pizza before the Hockey game starts.”

“Hockey, again?” Maria rolled her eyes, but what could she do? She’s in love with her professor-boyfriend-lover-roommate.

“Maria?”

“Huh…”

“Do you know what happened to my ‘Metal God’ T-shirt and Levi’s? You know, the dark rinse ones. I can’t seem to find them.”

"No. Can't say I do," Maria said carefully as she looked away, not letting Michael see her lying eyes.

Letting out a playful laugh, Michael knew that it was his Maria that "borrowed" his t-shirt and jeans. Shaking his head all he could do was smack her ass, leaving a chalky hand print on her right cheek.