Title: The Art of Seduction

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: AU-Human

Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to SM. Only the plot is mine, and it's been done enough before that I'm sure I don't own it!

Summary: Bella gives Professor Cullen a lesson he won't soon forget.

Notes: Just a little fantasy I'm sure many of us (or at least Bella) have had about Edward. No worries though, nothing illegal here.

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Bella Swan sighed and shifted in her seat as she scribbled down another note about Fanny's true motive in accepting the job in what amounted to an 18th century whorehouse. It wasn't that she was bored, she loved this class and the discussions they had about literary novels. However, discussing "Fanny Hill," what many considered to be the original example of female pornographic literature, would be much easier if she wasn't imagining what might happen if she decided to channel Fanny and throw herself at her very attractive professor. It was pure torture on her sex-starved body to be discussing the literary female's sexual exploits with a sex-god standing in front of her.

Edward Cullen was truly sex personified. Ever since she'd walked into his class she'd felt her senses become electrified and her body turned to liquid as he spoke in a husky voice that screamed sex. It didn't help that he had a perfectly sculpted body, high cheekbones and brilliant eyes that seemed to change color with his moods, and hair that looked like he'd just been ridden hard and put away wet.

Plus, if that weren't enough, he had a brain to match his looks. It was obvious he loved the novels he chose for the class, and knew more about them than most run of the mill professors she'd had for English classes over her first three years. That love shone through in his discussions and assignments, which combined with his sex appeal, made him one of the most popular and most lusted after professors on campus.

She'd been captivated after her first class, her fascination and lust for him only growing as he'd guided her through several papers during the semester. Here, in his office, he'd told her to call him Edward, and she couldn't help but find him more and more attractive and appealing with everything she learned about him. Bella discovered they shared more than just a love of classic literature. Their music tastes were nearly identical, ranging from classical to jazz to alternative and underground rock. Their views on politics and other issues were different enough to spark debate, but not so different to be insurmountable. Their family backgrounds could not be more different, but they both held the same strong views on the importance of family.

More importantly, though they'd skirted around the issue because of their status as student and teacher, it was clear that he was looking for the same thing she was, a connection in a relationship - a desire evident in their discussions about history's great romances and tragedies. She often wondered if it was her overactive imagination, or if it was his way of telling her about his personal life without actually saying it out loud.

It went without saying that the man was the most sensual person she'd ever met, and she was pretty sure he wasn't even aware of it. She'd heard rumors about the woman he'd been dating, a bitch named Tanya if the gossip was to be believed. He had never alluded to a relationship in their discussions, and she hadn't expected him to. Edward could be involved with several women for all she knew, although she liked to think that he hadn't yet found his perfect match for he would certainly have made some mention of it.

It made her crazy that her perfect man and apparent sex-god was right in front of her and, despite their closeness, completely unattainable. Bella was pretty sure he didn't think of her as anything other than a student. Also, she was sure that if, wonder of wonders, he did, he wan'tt going to do anything about it.

It wasn't that she didn't understand the taboo of the student/teacher relationship, she did. She knew it would be much worse for him than her, but she was going to graduate in three months and it wasn't like she was underage. Plus, the lure of actually finding a man that could possibly fill her physical and mental needs was quickly overriding all her common sense. It completely frustrated her to no end.

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This is why she wasn't paying attention to the discussion around her, and found herself staring at the back of his head as he wrote something down on the board. Her only thought focused on the figure he presented standing tall and proud at the front of the class, his pants molding quite nicely to the most well shaped ass she'd ever seen…

"Ms. Swan?"

She jumped at the smooth voice, laced with a strange undertone. He hadn't turned, but from his tone, she could tell he knew she'd been staring at him for a while. She blushed and couldn't deny the shiver that slid down her spine as he finally turned around and met her gaze head on. She could have sworn he was looking into her soul.

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?" His voice startling her from thoughts of his body, and, much to her dismay, deepened the blush on her cheeks.

"No, Professor," she answered primly, knowing it would be best to lower her gaze and pretend interest in her notes. She could feel the curious gazes of Alice and Angela and noted the amused look Jasper sent her way. But something compelled her gaze to remain on his face, fascinated by the way the fluorescent lights made his white skin seem even paler, yet still lustrous. It really was a captivating face, all sharp lines and angles that gave him that air of danger and mystery. His 'fuck me' hair didn't help either.

"Ms. Swan, I wonder what has you so fascinated that you would spend valuable class time staring at me instead of taking notes about "Fanny Hill." Surely the subject matter doesn't bore you?"

She squeaked at his voice, swallowing hard as her gaze focused on his face, noting a strange look in those compelling eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine. She remained silent - knowing it would only make him more curious. Bella was, for lack of a better word, mesmerized.

Keeping her silence, her gaze locked with his as she watched various expressions slide across his face. Edward's eyes has a fire that sent another spark tingling down her spine. So involved in watching she was completely surprised to suddenly find he had somehow moved from the front of the classroom to her side, those beautiful eyes now staring deeply into hers. Her heart began to pound as she forced her gaze to remain locked on his swallowing hard at the fire she saw in the now obsidian orbs. She felt a lick of flame shoot down below her waist and her breathing grew shallow. Her lips suddenly felt too dry, and she unconsciously licked them, watching as something new sparked in his eyes at the move.

Before she could do more than gasp, she found herself wrapped tightly in his pair of strong arms, her lips crushed against the firm ones of her English professor. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt before, bolts of fire and ice coursing through her body as she opened her mouth to meet his probing tongue. She couldn't help uttering a low moan as she felt his long, sensual fingers press against her spine, pulling her body closer, pressing her breasts tightly to his chest.

Somehow, the need for air escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her, deepening the kiss as she felt his heart pounding against her chest. She lost all awareness of the room around them, of the worry of what her classmates would say at such a forbidden display. Nothing mattered but the man in her arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

She moaned low in her throat again as she felt those talented fingers slip under her sweater, sliding up her side to cup her breast in his hand. She instinctively arched into him as sensations shot through her at the touch, even through the silk of her bra. Her lips never broke contact with his as her hands began to roam across his body, learning the curves and bumps of his spine and the firm muscle beneath, cursing the fact that they weren't yet skin on skin.

She gasped, her eyes opening wide, as he thrust his leg between her thighs, the hard evidence of his desire now pressed exactly where she'd dreamt of for too many nights to count. With a small whimper, her eyes closed and she arched against him, delighting in the low groan that tore from his throat. She felt an immense satisfaction at the sound, amazed that she, Bella Swan, had been able to bring him, Edward Cullen, to such a state.

"I want to fuck you, Bella, right here, right now, in front of everyone," he whispered against her ear, and she moaned again as he arched his body against hers, her eyes flying open, wanting to see what he looked like in the throes of passion-

Only to find herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom.

Fuck!

Aroused to a level she had never been before Bella felt an immediate aching sense of loss. Breathing hard, feeling the desire still pooling between her thighs, she found her body teetering on the familiar edge she'd been on for far too many nights of late. Managing to detangle herself from her sheets, she slipped from the bed and padded over to the window pressing her heated flesh against the cool pane.

Only a dream.

Only the most erotic dream she'd had in what seemed like forever, and she'd had quite a few over the past year. Dreams were each and every one involved the all too sexy Professor Edward Cullen, and the dreams had only grown stronger as graduation drew near.

She sighed, forcing her body to calm as she realized that tomorrow, she and all her classmates would officially graduate. It was a bittersweet feeling, joy and happiness at successfully completing her college education, sadness that this stage of life was over, mixed with excitement for what lay ahead. She still wasn't sure where she was going, but she was proud of where she'd made it to in the past few years.

Thinking about it now, she only had one regret. She would never know what it actually felt like to seduce Edward Cullen, or for that matter, what it might feel like to be seduced by him. The ache the thought sent through her body was both pleasant and annoying. She tried to tell herself it was simply the result of not having had sex in far too long. Yes, she was frustrated, and sure she was going to fixate on someone, anyone, to rid herself of that frustration, but why did that someone have to love the same things she did? Why did that someone have to make her melt with a simple look? Why did that someone have to have the hottest body she'd ever seen on a man?

The questions kept pounding through her brain, making her dizzy and more frustrated at the same time. She moved back to her bed, curling up into a ball as she tried to analyze the state of her love life, or lack thereof, and where she went from here.

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It had been more than a year since she'd broken up with Jake, and orgasms had been few and far between. It wasn't that she hadn't had sex. She'd dated several guys since Jake, but the men she'd chosen weren't able to deliver the all-consuming orgasm she'd hoped for. Not to mention, none of them had delivered the mental connection she'd been hoping to find. Jake had been fun, sexy, and a good boyfriend during her high school and early college years, but they'd never had the mental connection she'd been looking for in a relationship. It was why she'd broken up with him, realizing that great sex and little conversation didn't make a lasting relationship.

It didn't help that she'd had an immediate connection, physical and mental with Edward. After a year of sporadic dates and several meaningless bouts of sex, she had been shocked at the spark she felt when his fingers had brushed against hers as he'd handed a paper back. That spark, that bond, strengthening as she got to know him, even if only as a professor, making her more than certain they could be so much more if the situation were different.

But she wouldn't be a student any more tomorrow. It could be a good thing, or it could be a bad one. She could end up leaving without saying anything more than thank you and goodbye. Then she would be gone, all chances lost at seeing if there really could be something between them. The one man who'd stimulated more of her senses than anyone ever had. Or she could take a chance and go all out and do what she'd wanted to from the start. She could use every talent in her arsenal (some putting Fanny Hill to shame) to seduce her professor.

The thought sent a thrill through her as she imagined what he would do if she suddenly appeared inside his office and proceeded to seduce him beyond reason. Probably bluster and figure out some reason to send her away, but not if she could get to him first. She smiled at the thought. She did know a few ways to bring a man to his knees, although she'd yet to find one that could do the same to her. Somehow, she suspected Edward might be the exception.

The ache in her body grew stronger at the thought, her center becoming wet again at the image of her English professor helpless against her seduction, at the thought of driving him to lose control, simply with a touch here and a lick there, the image of him moving above her, his breathing harsh, his eyes wild and his passion uncontrolled as his velvety voice whispered erotic words in her ear.

She groaned, realizing that she had to take the chance when her body was crying out desperately for release, and not from her own hands, but from Edward Cullen. She had to admit the thrill of trying to seduce him had woven its own spell over her. She could only imagine what it would take to bring him to his knees - preferably with her head between them.

She groaned, again, and pushed herself off the bed. Whimpering as her thighs rubbed together, causing her arousal to raise a notch. Her mind was made up. She moved to her dresser, digging around for a bit, smiling as she finally pulled out the red lace teddy that Angela had bought her for her last birthday.

Still wondering if she were in her right mind, or about to make the biggest mistake of her life, she slipped on a pair of red stiletto heels to go with her ensemble and threw her long raincoat over top of everything. Thankfully it was raining outside, so anyone that might see her would think she was dressed appropriately – as long as they didn't look down and see her heels. Heels, that while they were perfect for her mission, she could only hope she wouldn't trip and kill herself in. Plus, being the night before graduation she knew no one would question where she was going, assuming it was out to some end of the semester party.

Taking a deep breath, forcing down the voice at the back of her mind screaming a warning, she slipped out and began to make her way across campus towards the English building. She knew he'd be spending most of tonight in his office, he'd mentioned it in class yesterday, finishing their final grades and didn't anticipate heading home until the wee hours of the morning. With each step, her fear increased as she wondered what he would do and her desire in turn, gained intensity.

On the bright side, if she was a total failure, and he turned her down, she would never have to see him again after tomorrow. It might have been just that thought that spurred her on. Or it could have been the thought that he might actually succumb to her seductive wiles.

Several twists and turns later she found herself outside his office. A light shone from behind the door, which was cracked open slightly to let some air into the windowless office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, feeling herself get wet as his husky voice called out for her to come in. Summoning all her courage, she pushed open the door and plastered a hopefully innocent smile on her features as she saw his head rise to meet her gaze. Her heart skipped as she saw him register her presence, the flash in his eyes giving her hope. His eyes quickly cleared and he coughed, obviously trying to gather himself before he could speak. She took hope from that.

"Bella, what are you doing here this late? Shouldn't you be out partying with your friends, celebrating tomorrow?"

If she wasn't mistaken, there was something that sounded like hope in his voice, as well. She couldn't allow herself to believe it, not until she had further proof—or denial. She wouldn't get that proof unless she upped the ante a bit more, and she knew just how to do it.

She pushed the door all the way shut behind her before gliding across the room, thankful that she didn't trip over her heels, and settled into the chair in front of his desk. She deliberately positioned herself so the raincoat gapped a bit, revealing just a hint of her bare neck and the red lace beneath. She crossed her legs, making sure the coat parted and her red stiletto heels were visible as well. She felt a wash of desire sweep through her as she saw his eyes go wide, then dark, before he swallowed hard.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" His words were the same, but she could swear there was a note of strain in his voice that hadn't been there before.

Taking a deep breath, hoping she was reading this right, she took the biggest risk she'd ever taken in her life, praying it would turn out the way she wanted.

"Seducing you," she replied in a breathy voice, watching as his eyes went dark.

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