[fic] Student-Professor Relationship
“Miss Rayne-“
“Please professor! Call me Isabel- just… give me one chance?”
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Today had been the day of the final exam, a quick and usually painless day compared to most Wolfe faced. Most of the class left as soon as they completed the test, high-fiving one another on surviving a year with the frightening German teacher. Students trickled out slowly as the hours ticked on, leaving only a single student as the class session ended, fidgeting and squirming in her seat. He had been packing up as he noticed, frowning slightly as he realized it was Isabel Rayne, one of the few students that actually paid attention in his class and who generally excelled. He hadn’t made the test purposely hard, compared to the rest of the year he normally made the end of the year final relatively easy.
“Miss Rayne? Is there something wrong? You usually never take so long to complete a-“ He was cut off suddenly, an unexpected confession hurriedly escaping the woman’s lips as she stood up and looked at the professor with determination in her eyes. Wolfe slowly straightened as he blinked at her.
Well. That was certainly not what he had been expecting.
“You… what?”
/She wants you. Damn how do you do it Wolfie? This one’s a little cutie-/ Lyco commented lewdly, snickering in the corner of Wolfe’s mind as the German quickly hushed him, catching just the end of Isabel’s sentence.
“…and you see well- I just… we have so much in common!” The professor noticed she had gotten closer at this point, only a few feet in front of him and playing with the hem of her light blue tank top. He couldn’t help but stare, a little perplexed about the sudden, blunt confession.
She was a petite thing, short but well built, probably thanks to her dancing. Even Wolfe had noticed that she rarely came to class in anything but her spandex and a light t-shirt. But now he had a tinge of doubt as to the reason, how long had she felt like this?
Hopeful green eyes stared up at him and he lightly shook his head. “Miss Rayne…”
“Please professor! Call me Isabel- just… give me one chance?”
Another quiet sigh left the German.“You have to realize I’m getting on in years… Isabel-“
“I like older men!”
/Wow, she’s really into ya Wolfie/
/Shut up and let me deal with this Lyco-/
The professor forced a laugh, lifting up his glasses and gently rubbing the bridge of his nose. He shook his head and adjusted his glasses again, smiling softly down at the girl. “Shouldn’t you find someone your own age dear? Maybe that boy that sat in front of you hmm?”
“Tanner…? He’s a little kid! He won’t shut up about the latest video game or how drunk he’s going to get tonight- I don’t want someone like that, I want someone who actually has some character. I want a mature guy who actually cares about worthwhile things in life!”
/I say you do her/
Wolfe walked around his desk and sat down carefully in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he thought. She did have a point but- even if he was to create some twisted relationship with the young woman he would have to end it eventually. Isabel would no doubt notice the lack of aging and to start something that he knew would just end in heartbreak-
Could he do that?
Isabel rubbed her hand as she watched her professor anxiously, clearing her through. “Just… let me take you out for just one drink? My treat?”
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Not quite sure how exactly he ended up at the local bar with his student, Wolfe sipped on his third- or was it forth- beer as he watched Isabel, humming slightly. It had been a while since he had drank and longer still since he had done it in company. He set his glass back down as he noticed the light green eyes were peering back at him, blinking. Was that a blush?
“Professor Wolfe…?” Isabel questioned softly after a few moments, twirling around her own drink absently (some sort of girly drink, complete with umbrella). “Is… something wrong? You’re quiet.”
“Oh- nein… Nein,” Wolfe smiled easily, shaking his head and laughing. “It has just been a while, since, I’ve gone out. Danke schön. Feel free just to call me Wolfe, hmm?”
Isabel definitely blushed at that, a rosy colour spreading across her high cheeks and small nose, but smiled back at him and nodded. “It was the least I could do!” she said eagerly, leaning a little closer and tilting her head. “Your accent is a lot thicker- are you drunk Wolfe?” the young woman accused, smiling coyly.
Wolfe blinked down at her and chuckled, lightly taking her chin in his hand. “Schatzi, it takes more than a few beers to get me drunk. Let’s not get your hopes up too soon, ja?” he replied, laughing again as her eyes widened, blush spreading to the tips of her ears as she quickly straightened on her stool.
“I-I didn’t mean-“
The German shook his head, putting a finger to Isabel’s lips and hushing her, still smiling. “Oh I think by now I know what you were trying Isabel. I was trying the same think before you were even born,” he nodded lifting his glass and taking another long drink. “The trick is to wait until they can’t walk unassisted ja?”
This made the woman pause for a moment before bursting into giggles, covering her mouth and watching Wolfe, finally calming down after a few moments. “Oh- Wolfe- I never knew you could get like this!” she admitted, leaning on the bar and smiling brightly at the German.
“Well, we’ve had a teacher-student relationship before this,” Wolfe explained. “There’s a lot you probably don’t know about me.”
Wolfe watched as Isabel inched even closer and he had to commend her for being so bold for a young lady. He found her interest in him to be amusing and he lapsed into half-true stories about his younger days and a few cover stories when he slipped to close to the truth. By the end of the night he had gathered a collection of beer mugs in front of him and the stories were flowing smoother, though his accent was getting more and more difficult to understand.
As he finished up another story he sighed, turning to look at Isabel who somehow still seemed interested, smiling up at him. “I can’t believe you don’t have a wife…” she murmured, watching him. “You seem like such a wonderful man Wolfe…”
“Ah well…” the German rubbed the back of his neck, about to deny the claim when he found his lips covered by another set, warm and soft. He stared at Isabel as he slowly pulled back. “Isabel…” he sighed heavily.
“Please…” she pleaded with him, staying close even as the Professor moved to stand up, leaning over to softly kiss her forehead.
“Tonight was fun Miss Rayne. But you should find someone closer to your age. You have so much to offer and a long, full life ahead of you,” the German said quietly, petting her hair as he turned and left the bar, feeling oddly tired and worn. Maybe it just wasn’t easy turning down attractive younger women when he was drunk.
Isabel stared after him and sniffed slightly, leaning on the bar and hanging her head. A tall blonde walked up behind Isabel, grinning ear to ear as he tapped the woman’s shoulder.
“Hey sweet cheeks, need a ride?”