This was truly embarrassing. She was showing off the slight crush, wasn’t she? And then he said it. Her eyes blinked once, twice as she stared at him wide eyed.
“R…right now?”, she stuttered out? She could already envision the two in his home, both starting to sing…him moving closer…her closing the distance.
And then he’d force her against the wall, press his lips against hers, clothes would be lost, his fingers would ravish every part of her, his fingers over her hot skin, between her legs, surging in….
Yup, she was getting far too into this over her head. She needed to forget it. She was going to his house to sing, that was all. Nothing more and nothing less.
She just needed to tell that to her nipples that she was sure were practically straining against her blouse and the section between her legs that was practically oozing as she rubbed her thighs together.
She forced a smile, hoping it was hiding the turmoil within her head. ”I’m sure it’s a lot better than here! And really…who would want an audience if we aren’t charging?” She forced a laugh as she glanced around and spotted a few people looking over at her with gentle smiles, some a bit more disturbing than gentle.
She ran a quick hand through her hair and reached forward to grab his hand, ignoring the spark that she felt between them. “So we go now? Or um…was this something you meant later this week because I…I’d hate to ruin any plans you had today…I mean if you have plans…I’m sure you have plans!”, she managed to stutter out.
If he took her hand, it would be wrong, but surely it was different if she’d made the first move? Besides, he somehow found himself getting harder at the feel of her skin against his. Soft, smooth, dainty little hands (which he wanted wrapped around his cock, pumping him in time with his ragged breaths, but that was another story).
"N-now’s fine," he said, pulling his hand away before he did something he’d regret (i.e. caressing her face or something). "Did someone drop you off? Because we can leave now, i-if you want, so we have more time to practice."
Practice learning each other’s bodies inside out more like.
Trying desperately to control his thoughts, he sighed. Nothing was going to come of this ‘crush’ he was sporting. He’d never make a move on a student.
If she were to kiss him first though…
No, no, why would she? Rachel was beautiful, stunning, and he was a teacher for God’s sake. She was probably just humouring him so that she’d get more solos.
Still, he found his eyes glancing down to her chest, and oh holy crap, there were definite nipples behind there.
Gulping, he clung to the table so he wouldn’t get the urge to rub himself off. Damn it; Rachel Berry sure knew how to work him up.