Professor Astor: Chapter 49

I sit up when my office door opens and Leia walks in. I rarely see her at school these days, and each time I do, it just lights up my whole day. “Hey baby,” I tell her.

She looks nervous, and I grin when my eyes drop to the document in her hands. “Ah, the elusive dissertation.”

She smiles then, and my heart skips a beat. Things have been hard for us lately. The two of us have been under considerable pressure, both of us weighed down by the knowledge that us being together is hurting the kids.

I knew it’d be hard, but I never expected it to be this painful. It isn’t just watching the kids hurting that’s hard — it’s equally hard to watch Leia’s heart break over them. It doesn’t matter how many times I speak to Alice or the kids, the damage is already done.

Leia places her dissertation on my desk and smiles at me nervously. “I can’t believe I finished it. It feels like the end of an era, you know?”

I nod and grab her hand, raising it to my lips. “I’ve read it a thousand times now, but I’ll read it one more time before we arrange your defense. You’re going to kill it, baby. Almost done.”

She nods and sits down opposite me, looking as tired as I feel. I hate seeing her so weary. Leia has always had this spark, and it’s missing today. It has been for a while now.

“I’m going to lock the door and then I need you to come sit in my lap. I really need a hug,” I tell her.

The edges of her lips turn up into a small smile, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The door lock clicks and I grin as I walk back to my seat, opening up my arms for her.

Leia smiles at me as she walks up to me and straddles me, placing her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?”

She nods.

“You’re doing so well, though. I’m so proud of you, baby. You’ve handled everything that’s been thrown at us with such grace.”

Ley presses a kiss onto my neck, her lips lingering. “It can’t be easy for you either. You worked so hard to get the kids to settle into their new lives here, only for them to be thrown back into turmoil.”

I nod and rest my head against hers, my hand stroking her back soothingly. “You did most of the heavy lifting,” I admit. “I just keep reminding myself that if we can do it once, we can do it again. The kids are resilient, and they’ll be fine. Will you?”

I wrap my hands around her shoulders and pull her away slightly so I can look into her eyes. “Will you be fine, Leia?”

She smiles at me, but there’s such sadness in her eyes that I can barely take it. Her hand trembles as she brushes her index finger down the bridge of my nose, over my lips, and then lets it fall away. The way she’s looking at me makes me feel like she’s committing the image of me to memory, and it kills me. Am I losing her?

“Leia,” I whisper as I lift my hand to her hair, threading my fingers through her hair gently, until the tips of my fingers brush over her scalp. I lean in and kiss the edge of her mouth, my touch gentle. She seems so broken at this moment, and all I want to do is keep the pieces of her together. Even if we fall apart, I’ll collect every broken piece and keep them safe, so we can rebuild together.

I kiss her again, and she tilts her head, returning my kiss. It’s different today. Her touch is laced with heartbreak, and it kills me.

I tighten my grip on her hair and kiss her harder, the way I know she’s always liked. Leia moans softly, and I deepen our kiss, giving her all of me. She places her hands on my chest and slides them upward, until she’s got one hand in my hair, while she unbuttons my shirt with the other.

I groan when I feel her fingers on my skin. Her touch turns frantic, and she rotates her hips in my lap, grinding against my cock as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders. I tug at the blouse she’s wearing, wanting it off, but not wanting to stop kissing her.

Her lips never leave mine as she moves her hand to my trousers, undoing it before reaching for my cock. Leia doesn’t say a word as she rises to her knees, tearing her lips off mine for a brief moment as she pushes her underwear aside. I take that moment to pull her blouse off, watching my girlfriend as she lowers herself on top of me slowly, taking the tip of my cock with her eyes on mine. “Oh God,” she moans as she takes me in deeper, until she’s sitting in my lap. She’s so fucking tight, I can barely take it.

I reach behind her and undo her bra, until she’s in nothing but the skirt bunched around her waist. Leia rocks her hips, the sensation fucking divine. I’m so deep inside her, and I’ve got her so close. This is perfection.

She cups my face and leans in, kissing me as she rides me, slowly at first, before she increases the pace, fucking me harder, faster, using me as she pleases.

One of her hands moves between us as she starts to touch herself, and it takes all of me not to come right there and then. I wrap my hands around her waist as I move her up and down my cock, loving the way she takes it all, the way she moans for me.

“Thor,” she moans against my lips, “I love you.”

I groan and kiss her harder for a moment before tearing my lips off her so I can kiss her neck. “I love you more,” I whisper into her ear before kissing her in that spot that always makes her shiver.

“I’m going to come,” she warns me, and I nod.

“Then come for me, Princess. Come all over my cock, baby.”

And she does, tightening her grip on my hair as her pussy squeezes me tightly, taking right over the edge with her. I come deep inside her, filling her up. Leia sighs happily and rests her head on my shoulder, hugging me tightly, the two of us still intimately connected.

I hold her close and stroke her back soothingly. “Feel better now?”

She nods and kisses my neck, her body entirely relaxed now. “Much better.”

I squeeze her tightly and sigh. “I love you, Leia. Throughout all of this, I want you to remember that. I want to be the person you lean on, the one you go to when you’re hurting. Will you let me be that for you?”

“You already are, Thor.”

I sigh and cup the back of her head, enveloping her in a big hug. I wish there was more I could do. I wish I could take away her pain.