hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?
You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers. “You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern. “yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.” This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven. Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you. “Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek. “you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face. Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails. “Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off. After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile. “What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own. “Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat. “Now you’re all handsome.” You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face. You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;
And he does exactly that.
He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,
But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.
He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.
Dieser Moment, wenn man wissen will, was eine bestimmte Person jetzt so macht, wie es ihr geht, ob sie auch an einen ab und zu mal denkt. Man es aber nie mehr erfahren wird, weil der Kontakt nicht mehr besteht.