"And one more thing," she says. "Students with fiancés get priority."
"Fiancé?" Ben repeats, his voice hollow.
Hannah looks down, her black hair falling. "I have a fiancé," she says. "With a fiancé, marriage could come anytime. They prioritize girls who might wed in school."
The words hit hard. Today, they were so close, so passionate. Now, she feels distant.
That night, Ben cannot make love to her. He sleeps on the living room floor, using spare bedding. In the dark, he stares at the ceiling. Usually, he would be with Hannah, their bodies entwined. Sleeping alone feels wrong.
Hannah has a fiancé, he thinks. Will our internship end soon?
The internship feels like a dream, too perfect. Without their nightly sex, he feels lost. Hannah is stunning, strong yet devoted, perfect in every way. He craves her naturally.
But to her, he is older, plain, serious to a fault. Why did she choose him? Just for the internship? Or does she feel something? That is selfish, he thinks. She has a fiancé. Soon, another man will hold her soft body.
The thought drives him mad. He tries to push it away. His love for Hannah is more than desire. If it were lust, he could move on. But Hannah, he cannot lose.
"Ben?" her voice whispers.
She stands in the doorway, her bedroom open. "What are you wearing?" he asks.
"Is it too much?" she says, blushing, visible in the dim light.
She wears purple lingerie, frilly and lacy, shoulders bare, chest exposed. The sheer fabric shows her pale skin. Her purple panties, rare for her, are see-through, bold.
"No," It is fucking hot, she thinks. "You own this?"
"I saw you like my uniforms," she says. "I thought hard. This is cute, so I got it."
"You chose it carefully," he says. "You wanted it."
"Yes," she admits, shy.
"It is perfect," Ben says. "Cute, sexy. It fits you, Hannah. Your charm, your beauty, it is made for you."
"You overdo it," she says, blushing, covering her chest, trembling. "I am glad. I bought it to feel cute. If you like it, I am so happy."
"I love it," Ben says. "Come closer."
She sits on the mat, the lingerie glowing softly. I would take her now, he thinks, but his heart aches.
"What is your fiancé like?" he asks.
"I do not know," she says.
"Nothing?" Ben says.
"He does not care about me," she says. "My name and bloodline matter to them."
"Political marriage," Ben says, remembering her duty. "That is why you did this."
"My body is a burden," she says. "Marrying me risks my family's fights. They will pamper me, give me luxury, no hardship. Just sex sometimes, to bear his child."
"That is ancient," Ben says.
"It is my reality," she says.
"But not happy," Ben says. "Will he praise your lingerie?"
"No," she says. "He would call me shameless."
"Then forget that reality," Ben says, grabbing her arm. Her skin is soft, warm, alive.
"I am just for him," he says. "I am only your teacher, your internship partner. But even so "
"Stop," Hannah says. "It will hurt you. Tonight, I only wanted to show you this lingerie."
"No," Ben says. "It is not just about sex."
Her fiancé is real now, a man Ben cannot forgive. I will not let him have her, he thinks. If she has no joy, he cannot let her go.
"We have done all the internship parts?" Ben asks.
"Yes," she says, unsure.
"Then as your teacher," Ben says, "I add one. Hannah, after cheating, I will steal you from your fiancé."
"Steal me?" she gasps.
He pulls her down, pinning her arms, pressing his body against hers. "Ben," she gasps, her voice shaky.
He kisses her hard,sweet, soft, stealing her breath. His tongue dances with hers,slurp, slurp, melting his control.
"Ben, you said steal me," she pants. "You mean make me yours?"
"Yes," he says. "I am your husband, internship or not. If you belong to another, I will take you back. Hannah, you are mine."
Tears shine in her eyes. She kisses him,soft kiss. "I thought you were boring, like me," she says. "But you are different. You hold onto me, not drifting like I do. Your passion."
"My passion is you," Ben says. "Your shorts flashing was my favorite fantasy. Only you move me."
"That is awful," she laughs, a small smile breaking through.
"No one else would go this far for me," she says. "I wanted to know my place in you. So I "
"Applied for the internship?" Ben asks.
"I did not expect this," she says. "I thought I would love you, then marry him with memories. But that will not happen, right?"
"No," Ben says. "I will take you, make you mine."
He grabs her lingerie, kneading her breasts,soft, heavy, teasing her nipples through the fabric. "Ben," she moans, her body trembling,so sensitive.
"I will make you feel," Ben says, his voice rough.
He pulls down the lingerie, her breasts bouncing. "Oh!" she gasps. Ben unzips his pants, sliding his cock between her legs.
"Again?" she asks, blushing.
"Only I can fuck you like this," Ben says, pressing against her thighs.
"Yes," she whispers,only you. "Only your cock."
She straddles him, rubbing her thighs. The friction drives him wild,slap, slap. Her hands guide him, their bodies syncing, pleasure surging.
"Ben," he groans.
"My pussy is yours," she gasps, her voice breaking.Take me.
He thrusts up,slap, slap, her thighs tight. "Fuck, so good," Ben groans.
"Harder," she begs, her nails digging in.
He pounds her,slap, her voice rising, "Oh, your cock is so fierce!"
"I am cumming," Ben groans, his cock pulsing.
"Cum," she cries,slap, slap. His cum spills,spurt,, coating her thighs, her face flushed,so beautiful.
"So hot," she pants, licking her lips,mine.
"Your thighs are perfect," Ben says, stroking her skin. "But there is more."
"I want to be yours," she says, her eyes pleading.
"Then," Ben says, cupping her face, "we learn one last thing."
"What?" she asks, her voice eager.
"I want you to get pregnant," Ben says.
"Pregnant?" she gasps, eyes wide.