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melting the ice

adult!Van x fem!reader

you run into the hot professor you talked to once before and she is gracious enough to offer you a ride home - you get stuck in a snow storm, so you are trapped in her car for a while. you get to know each other more intimately.

authors note: I wanted to write Van as a prof but without an intense power imbalance, so reader isn’t one of her students! the vibe is still similar to my other fics for her but I felt like trying sth different, so yeah, I hope you enjoy! <3 (its around 7k)

warnings: smut (reader receiving), minors dni

the snow had come over night.

for weeks the weather had been too mild, and then, out of nowhere, your entire college town got snowed in within just a few hours.

it was the first week of November and fall had suddenly turned into winter: freezing cold air, miles and miles of untouched glittering snow, until everyone woke up and had to make their way to school or work, including you.

on your way back from classes later that day, it was still just as brutal outside, your hands would have turned blue, had you not kept them in your pockets the entire time, so you decided to make a stop at a cafe.

it was around 4 pm, so the cafe was packed with everyone else who was seeking out a moment of warmth and refuge on their way home. as you stood waiting for your order, you were zoned out because your body was tingling with the sudden raised temperature, so you startled more than you should have, when someone lightly tapped you on the shoulder.

it took you a second when you turned around, to realize who the woman was, but then it hit you: the hot professor you had talked to during your first week at college. the memory came back to you: you had both stood outside the building one night, to get away from all the socializing and mingling, and had gotten into a really nice back and forth. you remembered being a bit heartbroken when she told you she wasn’t part of your faculty, that there was no way she would ever teach one of your classes. you also remembered her being funny, being nice, so it was a pleasant shock, the one she’d given you just then.

"oh sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just thought hey I recognize her, might as well say hi" she laughed, her eyes sparkling in the unusually white light that reflected through the window.

"yeah, I remember you!" you said, a bit too enthusiastically. "Van, right?".she nodded, smiling.

you recalled that she’d told you that she makes all of her students call her by her first name because she hates the term "Miss". it seemed to please her. she brushed her hair out of her flushed face, that somehow looked even prettier when pink from the cold. she repeated your name back to you too, which surprised you, that even two months after that night, she also remembered.

"it’s nice to see you again. how have you been? settling in alright, I hope?" she asked, tilting her head lightly, eyeing you with interest. you nodded "yeah, it’s okay so far, I’m surviving" signaling that it wasn’t all perfect, which she appreciated, the honesty. "me too, yeah" she mused.

as you both waited for your drinks, you had to stand rather close to each other because it was crowded and there was barely any space to move. she smelled good, her demeanor was open and bright, her lips somehow looked luscious and soft even on a day with frozen over windows, so you almost grew a bit nervous. still, you were glad for the forced proximity, getting to have a close look at her in the daylight, her freckled skin, barely a few inches away.

"I actually thought of you during my first week of teaching" she told you, which you almost didn’t believe at first, but she went on "yeah, talking to you that night was really nice, I thought wow okay the kids here are really bright huh. well. you set my expectations a bit too high. was kind of a letdown at first, I have to admit."

you were unsure if your expression gave it away, that you felt giddy at the thought of her thinking all that about you, in your absence.

you smiled and returned the compliment by telling her that you’d had a similar feeling when you met some of your profs, that some of them were average at best and that she was definitely someone you’d have preferred over some of your male profs.

she didn’t conceal her joy very well either as she listened and leaned against the counter, where you were still waiting for your coffees, until the barista called out your order and you both turned around - laughing when you realized that you had asked for the same thing, a whispered "good taste" from her as you both reached for your respective cups.

on your way out you used the chance of having run into her to gossip about the professor whose class you had just gotten out of.

"he loves to hear himself talk" you said, radiating annoyance, which made her laugh.

"and you dont share that love, I assume?" she asked, eyeing you as she held the cafe door open for you, a bashfulness to the way you accepted the gesture.

"no. I have to be careful not to roll my eyes. he already hates me anyway, I think" you responded once you were both on the sidewalk that was still covered in snow.

"hm, I can see that" she said, as you both stood there, clasping your hands around your warm to-go cups.

"huh? what’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, acting more offended than you were, which made her laugh more and explain herself. her nose scrunched up when she really laughed at something, you noticed this. it made your face feel warm even in that frozen landscape.

"oh, you just seem like someone insecure men wouldnt love to be confronted with."

"well, you do too" you said, looking at her as you took a sip and felt the warm bitter taste on your tongue.

Van nodded, something in her gaze giving away that she felt it, that you were similar on some fundamental level, that there was a shared quality to you, that not that many others around campus shared.

"so, how are you getting home?" she asked.

"my car engine is fucked from the ice, so, I have to walk.." you said, holding your cup tighter, trying to soak up any heat you could.

Van seemed a bit appalled by that image. "what?? that’s not good, youre already shivering" she said, pointing at how you were holding yourself.

"it’s okay" you reassured her, half-convincingly.

"no, come on, let me drive you, its no trouble at all" she knew that the dorms were a decent distance away from that part of campus, so that was probably why she took pity on you.

"really?" you asked, unwilling to be a nuissance.

"yes, sure, come on" she said and waved you over to follow her to her car that was parked right down the street.

once you were inside, you breathed out in relief. the air was warm but not suffocatingly so, there was enough room for you to get comfortable, and it felt soothing, to be unexpectedly taken care of by a stranger. or, a semi-stranger. whatever she was to you at that point.

during the first minutes of the drive, you naturally fell into a conversation, it was easy, you felt like you transported right back that night where you had lost track of time talking to her, trying to win her over. you talked about the food around town, the few spots that were actually good, you talked about your exam seasons, how you’d managed, the awful lighting in the library, her hours and hours of meetings with faculty members that lead nowhere.

it was funny, to talk to a professor like that, like a friend. Van seemed eager to talk to you and you felt the same way; it was clear that you were both a bit starved for genuine connection - you dropped subtle hints here and there about not being the type of person that conservative small town folks would be obsessed with. she said something about being different than her colleagues, she paused for a second when she said that, you caught it.

you both threw glances at each other, more you than her because she was driving, but it was clear that you felt a sense of kinship. for more reason than one.

a few minutes into the drive it suddenly snowed again. intensely. at first, she thought she could keep driving, but within minutes she could not see more than a few meters in front of the car, the air was thick, the roads became risky to stay on, so she had to pull over. you were on a forest road, she parked her car on the side that was lined with trees.

"fuck." she sighed and rested her head on her hands for a second. "well, feel free to get comfortable" she joked in a dry tone, "you probably regret taking my offer now, huh?".

you smiled and shook your head, genuinely unbothered. "oh, not at all, I didn’t have much else going on anyway. I would have been boring myself to death right now."

that made Van lean back and look at you from the side, a bit more relaxed then, surrendered to your situation of being stuck there, her legs spread in a way that made it hard not to let your eyes wander down.

"didn’t make a ton of friends then, hm?" she teased, her voice smooth and low.

"no. shocker, I know." you said, turning your face to her, watching her expression change to one of amusement. it suited her. her eyes somehow both dark and sparkling, at the same.

"what about you though?" you asked.

"me? well take a wild fucking guess" she said, raising her eyebrows, which made you laugh. "no?"

"nope." she shook her head, glancing out of the window for a moment.

"so... you just teach and go home and walk around on your own? thats kinda depressing" you messed with her, which made her snap her head back around to meet your eyes.

"um, you do the exact same thing, miss. except you listen instead of teach. besides. I am old, youre the one who should be getting into trouble, not me, you have no excuse" she said, her tone more stern then, which pleased you, sensing that it was an act, the kind that bordered on flirting.

"miss". something about that word being thrown at you to tease you, it felt thrilling.

"old? please, youre like what, 40...?" you waited for her to complete the age, but she stared at you for a second, letting you hang in the feeling of not knowing, guessing, until she said "5.", not smiling, just plainly giving you the exact number, watching for a reaction.

you took a long look at her then, her face, somehow even more intrigued than before. something about having her explicit age was hot. a turn-on. you sounded it out in your head "forty-five".

"okay, that’s a good age" you said, not backing down.

she was taken off guard by that and gave you a confused look. you knew she was too clever to miss the subtext there.

"a good age for what? ending it all?". another moment of her getting a true laugh out of you, she suppressed a smile when she heard it.

you enjoyed her dark humor, you joined in on it "oh, mine is good for that too, youre not special".

"right, so, should we just... let ourselves get snowed in and starve to death here then?" she said and gestured at the storm outside.

"sure, please, put me out of my misery" you said, stretching out your legs, looking at her again, meeting her eyes and catching something in her gaze that was close to affection, her smile softer than before. something about her facade had cracked. you could tell.

there was a sense of familiarity in the air, which only intensified with the knowledge that you were trapped in that small enclosed space for a little longer. there was a coziness to it, the dark gray outside, contrasted by the orange glow of the small lamps in the car, the smell of your coffees mixed with faded leather seats and her perfume. it soothed and excited you. you hoped the snow wouldn’t calm down for at least a while longer.

"can I ask why you came here for college?" Van broke the silence, considering you with clear interest, patiently sitting in her seat and watching you.

"well. I wanted to move across the country, away from... everything. and here it wasn’t too expensive, so yeah, easy decision in the end. and it’s good, I don’t regret it, but it does get lonely sometimes, I won’t lie" you felt like being open with her. she was glad.

"yeah, I hear you. I also moved here from a bigger city that was kinda suffocating me, so yeah, it can get lonely around here. but uh, sorry if it’s too personal, do you not have anyone you’re close to around here?" she asked, concerned.

you thought about it for a second. "well, I mean I have nice roommates and acquaintances, but nobody that really makes me feel less alone. if that makes sense"

that seemed to resonate, she nodded, making a "hm" sound of understanding. "yeah, it does actually. I’m sorry though, I’d hate to think you feel alone. that’s not good" her voice gentle then, a sting in your heart, not used to it, that level of unflinching attention to your needs.

"same to you" you said, covering your vulnerability, turning it back to her.

Van shook her head and scoffed "oh please, who cares about me, you’re young, you’re more important"

that way of putting it touched you but you couldnt really agree "I don’t know about that" you said, quietly, looking down at your lap.

"so, what do you do then?" she asked, turning the tone a bit more bright again, "what do you get up to? there must be something".

"I hang out at that bookstore downtown a lot, the building is nice, but their choices are not it..." you told her.

"yeah I know" she agreed, still looking at you even when you looked away. a pleasant feeling. a tingling sensation on the left side of your face.

"you could borrow some of mine sometime if you wanted. if theres one thing I have it’s too many books and dvds..." she mused.

"yeah I would like that. and dvds?" you asked, holding back a joke about how outdated that was.

"yeah, you know what those are?" she teased, nudging you in your shoulder lightly, a simple, innocent touch that somehow still felt intense.

"I am not a baby, Van, yes, I know what those are, I know VHS too for that matter" you said, leaning closer to her, challenging her in a way by staring up at her. she didnt seem to mind. she held eye-contact, a grin on her face then. that suited her too. all of her expressions had their own appeal to you.

"oh okay, look at you" she responded, nodding in approval.

you went on like that for a few minutes as the snow kept falling outside, your view still kept at only about two meters in every direction, no sign of it easing up. you forgot about the outside world and talked about more personal issues then, both of you shifting in your seats to sit in a more relaxed manner, speaking more freely, both happy to get some time to just say whatever came to mind to someone you didnt have a complicated relationship with. she told you about some grievances with her colleagues, but stopped herself in the middle and said

"sorry, I forgot that you’re a student. I shouldnt be telling you all that, huh" she said. but you’d quickly grown to love it, being trusted, being let in by her.

you had also spent the entire time noticing how pretty she was to you, how her voice and her manner of speaking and her physicality all made you hope and pray that you werent imagining it, her lingering glances.

"I’d like it if you forgot actually" a bit bolder then. she paused for a second, stared at you. considered her next move carefully-

"hm. and whys that?" she asked, unwilling to give in that easily. forcing you to reconsider. to choose your words wisely. she wouldn’t stop looking at you and you couldnt stop staring, so you felt pushed by her to change strategies. to be more shameless. to try and get to her.

you moved closer to her then and said "I always have cold hands, you know. today it’s really bad, even though I had that coffee and we’ve been in here for a while. they’re freezing." you eyes soft, pleading.

she still wouldn’t budge. she would make you come onto her. "uh-huh" she said, her voice even lower than before. only drawing you in further.

"here" you told her, holding out your hands for her to take. she hesitated for a moment before she took them. a full body rush of heat as she did. a shiver.

"oh god, they really are" she thought you were bluffing but she could feel it, how cold you were, her facade suddenly broken.

she took your hands between hers and rubbed them together to warm them up. you were quiet. unable to speak any more. stunned. she noticed. didn’t let go. slowly moved her hands over yours, the silence around you enabling her to hear it: how heavy your breaths were turning.

it messed with her too, the skin to skin, she was flushed, swallowed hard, failed again and again to stop it. to break the connection. she touched your forearms too then, pushed your sleeves back a bit, made eye-contact, you were weak in the knees, fully turned on by then. unable to smile or speak. taken over by the desperate need to remain in her hands. Van could tell. she was nervous then. aware of what she was doing. so, against all instincts, took her hands away.

"I could help you feel warmer too. we could help each other" you whispered then, pleading, pushing her.

a flush to her cheeks. she said your name, quietly, somehow telling you "dont." and "come here" at the same time.

you could see her trying to restrain herself. so, you tried to get her to stop by moving closer to her, your hand on her thigh then, supporting yourself as you leaned over to where she was sitting.

she did not move away. you stopped only when you knew she could feel your breath on her lips. Van was still hesitating. you were convinced you’d would have to make the move. but then, suddenly, you felt her hands on your face, hard, to pull you in for a kiss.

you moaned into it because it was so unexpected, the aggressive, needy way she pressed her lips against yours, the way she kissed you, like you were two lovers reuniting, like she had waited weeks and weeks to do it, aggressively sensual.

you instantly moved your hands to her neck to hold on and kiss her back just as eagerly, a shared desperate sighing sound filling the air as you kissed again and again, getting a feel for each other, slowing it down once you got the initial overwhelming rush out of the way and fell into a delicious rhythm, kissing deeply, passionately, her mouth open for you, your tongue against hers, the lingering taste of coffee and something minty mixed into her natural sweetness, addictive, your fingers tangled in her long hair, hers grabbing at your shirt to pull you closer, lewd sounds filling the silent space.

your bodies reacted very strongly to the sudden heat, urging you to bridge any distance to really melt into each other, so you were both left desperate for more by the inability to be all over each other; you separated and clung to each others shoulders, panting and dying for more. you nodded towards the backseat then and said "should we...", which she immediately responded to with "yeah..".

you were so dizzied with want that you blacked out during your attempt to get back there, only coming back to your senses once you could finally pull her flush against yourself and kiss her again, both of you trying to feel the other one through your clothes as you did, tearing at each other while making out until you couldn’t take it anymore and started undressing.

Van was wearing more layers than you, so you were topless faster than her, which made you help her, impatient, both of you laughing quietly as you fumbled with the fabric and heard how pathetically heavy both of your breaths were, until she was finally left in nothing but a thin white tank top, her chest visible, your hands immediately wandering there, feeling her up.

you sighed when she held your face in her hands and asked "can I see you... please". so, you removed your bra and were left exposed, her eyes raking over you, admiration and hunger written all over her face, which made you push her back against the seat, her head near the door then, and climb onto her.

you were pressed chest to chest then as you kissed again, a moan from her when she felt your weight press down on her, a shudder when you felt her hands moving down your exposed back, warm, firm, divine on your flesh, that had spent the better part of the day feeling frozen, suddenly tended to by her open palms.

after making out like that for a few minutes, Van grew needy and did something you weren’t expecting, she moved her head and heard you whimper when she ran her tongue over one of your tits. put it in her mouth. sucked on your nipple, lightly at first, harder when she heard how you reacted, holding you in place as you braced yourself against the car door behind her, an almost pained "fuck.." as she sent shocks through your entire system with her tongue and mouth all over on your sensitive chest, her spit slicking it up.

it was a turn-on for you, that she, who had just before seemed so reluctant, was suddenly so openly eager to devour you. you were scared of growing too aroused too quickly, because you were already whining, so eventually you pushed her down, away from your tits, so you could move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck, to hear some of the same sounds from her.

Van gladly surrendered and laid there with her eyes shut, her hands at your naked sides, caressing them as you kissed her neck all the way to the front of her throat, sucking and licking here and there, humming from the soft sensation of her skin, the scent, musky and fresh and sweet at once.

she pushed her knee up between your legs, which made you see starts for a second, before you used it to your advantage and moved your hips to add some friction, dry humping in a way at that point, her hips bucking up too, involuntarily, your bodies as close as possible.

Van started missing your lips on hers, so after you left her neck in red splotches she pulled your face back to hers again, to kiss again, no trace of cold left in either of your bodies by that point, hands roaming all over, a heat between your legs where her knee kept pushing up, a shared lack of composure that felt good to embrace, no pretense, both of your needs out in the open.

eventually you both needed air, so you pulled away and sat upright, as best as you could in that state, breathless and out of it.

you let out a shaky "fuck.." as you shifted in the backseat and felt how much of a mess you already were, just from that. "what?" Van asked, concerned, not aware what you were thinking, moving closer to you and caressing your bare shoulder, as you whispered. "I am so turned on it’s insane...". your voice thick with lust.

Vans gaze changed then. she caressed your thigh and leaned closer, her voice husky "oh yeah?".

"yeah.. you wanna feel?" you asked, eyeing her, eager to be intimate with her. "hmm" she said, nodding, waiting for you to show her, so you unzipped your jeans and pulled them down a bit, before taking her hand and guiding it into your underwear, which was fully soaked through.

the moment she felt it against her fingers, she groaned, "jesus... do you always get like this..". you could tell she was deeply turned on, her fingers pressed against the outside of your cunt, and yet, already slicked up from what had leaked out. you shook your head. "only by myself. I don’t.. its been a while" you admitted.

her lips were parted, she stared at you, "no? nobody’s ever there to help you out? that’s not right.." she trailed off for a second, moving her fingers between your lips then, wanting more of it, the heat, the wetness, enthralled by it, a shuddering breath, both from you and her. Van could feel it, that you wanted her to keep going, from the way you gripped her shoulder, the sighs you tried to keep in, so she moved her face closer to yours and whispered "feels good, hm?" while running her fingers up and down, slowly, adding some pressure.

you shut your eyes and pressed your head back against the seat then. "yeah..."

"want me to get you off? would you like that?" she asked, a sweet tone, while she was playing with you, your aroused skin, your clit, teasing you with deliberate movements.

you nodded eagerly, a barely audible "please... yes." as your hips jerked up to meet her hand.

Van leaned closer to you then, her side pressed against yours as her lips hovered over the skin of your neck, another whisper "I should be the one begging here. youre so pretty" before you kissed your neck and kept kissing your skin, as she added some force to how she was jerking you off, getting her fingers fully messed up and using the mess to rub your clit, to feel you squirm and hear you moan, as you stayed in place and let her get all over you, let her have her way.

you were erratic because you were so turned on, so she said "shh sweetie, it’s okay, youre okay, I got it" and watched you from up close, the way your face twisted, as she kept herself pressed against you and kept her fingers moving against you, your entire core swollen and pulsing by that point, raw with pleasure, a sensation that pleased her immensely, violently turned on from having you all over her hand like that, having you come undone, the sweet sounds she got out of you.

a pathetic cry left you, so she said "this is what you’ve been needing for a while, hm?" while picking up her pace on your clit, you locked eyes for a second, she stared into your soul, you nodded "yes.", a smile from her before she placed a kiss on your cheek and drank in the stifled moans as you kept rocking against her hand, clinging to her arm, your nails digging in.

"I wanna feel you" you got out, which made her ask "you sure?", so you begged her "please..", which made her abandon restraint and push two of her fingers into you, made easy by how wet you were, a groaned "god... you feel so fucking good." from her, as she felt you up to her knuckles.

Van turned possessive then, readjusted her posture and kept her eyes on yours, almost cocky, protective too, both, as she started fucking you with slow but hard movements, which made you melt for good, your whole body under her control, a deeply satisfying ache where you felt her hitting the right spot, again and again, a skill to her movements that made you even more attracted to her: the ease with which she did all the right things, her patience, her confidence, it all made you sit there and take it in a way you wouldn’t have from just anyone.

she could tell. Van saw you surrender to it all and felt a rush of affection, so she kept going, steadily, angling her fingers up so you could help yourself out and ride them ina way, which drove you near insanity then.

"jesus.. I’m"- you sighed, overcome with how good it felt to have all the previous coldness in your system replaced by the burn you felt for her, from her, so Van said "wanna show me how pretty you look when you come, hm?" her voice raspy, perfect, vibrating through your whole system.

you nodded and met her eyes, your mouth open, your face twisted up with the need for release, so she returned your look and uttered "good girl."

the second she said it, her face got colored in shock. she hadnt planned on it, it just slipped out, and she was clearly scared you were put off but it was the opposite, you were pushed even closer to the edge by that, so you told her "say it again." while moaning from the mix of her praise and her fingers deep in you, hitting your weak spot, so she smiled and leaned in, her lips brushing yours as she repeated "good girl" paired with a firm thrust up into you, which pushed you over the edge then.

you shut your eyes and soaked up the words as you shuddered and came around her fingers, against her hand, whining and sighing all throughout it, her eyes never leaving you, obsession visible in the way she stared you down all through your orgasm and let out little whimpers herself, in awe as she kept her fingers in you, so you could decide yourself when you were done.

once she pulled out of you, she gave you a few more self-induldgent touches on the mess you’d made, before she moved her hand away for good and let you catch your breath.

you were still breathless and dazed when you pulled her fingers into your mouth to lick them clean for her, which made her face even more flushed even more than she already was.

once your muscles were somewhat firm again, you climbed over to her to kiss her again, which she smiled into, letting out a pleased sigh while stroking your back, lovingly, her nails ghosting up and down your spine.

you grabbed at her while whispering "god. you are so... I wanna taste you so bad." your hand on her waistband then, which made her laugh and say "okay okay, easy, please, I’ll pass out. we have time, sweetie. let me enjoy seeing you like that for a moment."

so, you backed off and smiled too, grabbing your shirt to drape over your exposed chest as you sat back down next to her and kept your thigh pressed to hers, her hand reaching over to lace her fingers through yours, a satisfied deep breath out from you, the aftershocks still working their way out of your system.

you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, until she pulled the fogged up window down just a bit to let a gust of fresh air hit your hot faces. you realized just then that it had stopped storming but neither of you were in a hurry to get back on the road just yet.

"fucking hell…” Van uttered then, her head in her hands, which made you laugh and ask "what?".

"I told myself before moving here that I wouldn’t get involved with students. and well.." she stared at you then, a bit helpless, lovestruck under that helplessness. you smiled at her and moved closer, your hand on her exposed arm, caressing her.

"sorry.. guess that means we won’t do this again, hm?"

she rolled her eyes at you and squeezed your knee. "funny. you know we are." that way of putting it pleased you. "it’s just. god, I am really not well-adjusted at all." she said, clearly realizing just then that she had just fucked a student in her car. not hers, but still.

"well-adjusted?" you echoed "who on earth is? not me."

“yeah, clearly" she teased, pointing at how you were holding your shirt against your bare chest, but you only shrugged and batted your eye-lashes at her, no shame at all about how glad you were that you had finally gotten exactly what you wanted for once.

Van leaned back then and laughed to herself, while you played with a strand of her hair, enjoying the softness of it. "what?" you asked.

"oh, I just missed this" she mused, staring into the air.

"having sex?" you asked, looking at her, studying her face.

"yeah, but also. just sensuality. maybe this is odd but I missed having the scent of another woman on me" she confessed, moving her right hand a bit, which made you understand what she meant, the scent of sex, the animal need to have it all over you, to be wrapped up in it the way you were in that car.

"no, it’s not odd. that’s hot actullay" you said and added "on that note, can I come over to your place sometime?" grinning at her, eager to be the one to have her on your hands next time.

"of course, yes, I want you to" she responded, her hands on your face then, "youre fucking hot you know" she said, while looking at you from up close, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"you are too. guess now I can say this but I was close to hitting on you that night." you told her, which made her laugh. she let go of your face but kept looking at you.

"uh, sorry to mess with your self-perception there but you weren’t close to it, you were fully doing it already."

you cocked your head "what?" unsure if she was just messing with you or not. somewhat offended but not really.

"oh please" she scoffed, and moved to sit more upright then. you didn’t know what she was doing until she changed her tone and said "ohh that’s really cool", imitating the exact way you had spoken to her back then, throwing you a faux-innocent but intense look and playing with her hair.

you shook your head and couldnt help but smile because she was spot on. "you laid it on thick, girl. I was shocked" she said, before getting more comfortable again.

"okay, and why the fuck didn’t you take the chance then, huh??" you exclaimed, pushing her in the side a bit.

she laughed, "well jesus I dont know, maybe because I didnt wanna end my first week here by abandoning all reason?".

"okay, well now you did anyway, so, maybe throw your morals out a bit faster next time. I wouldnt have minded having you a bit sooner". that flattered her, made her grin to herself, clearly not used to it anymore, being come onto that openly.

"sure. noted. could’ve been getting head months ago, huh?" she teased, recalling what you had told her a few minutes before, nudging your leg with hers playfully.

"yes. and often too" you responded, cocky in a way that got under her skin.

"dont." she warned you, failing to sound anything but turned on from the sound of that.

you smiled and kissed her again, groped her chest, got her worked up, because youd gotten a taste for it, how sensitive to every touch she was. you were dying to actually please her.

without thinking about it twice you put your arms around her and embraced her, which made her wrap her arms around your waist and say "you’re really getting to me, you know..".

you laughed against her neck, where your head was resting "sorry. I haven’t touched anyone in a while, so this feels nice". it was true, you couldnt remember the last time youd hugged someone that intimately. she nooded, "yeah. it does feel nice." both of you quiet in each others arms for a moment. blissed out. safe.

after a minute or so you both agreed that you should get dressed again and then got back to your seats in the front. once she pulled back onto the road and started driving again, both of you couldnt stop smiling, smug, quiet, listening to the radio.

a few minutes later she parked down the street of the dorms and killed the engine.

"so, how does the rest of your week look?" you asked, already trying to figure out when you could see her again.

Van thought about it. "well, let’s see. classes til four tomorrow, then weekend, thank god." she sighed, her hands still on the steering wheel.

"okay, I have til two but you’ll probably be tired tomorrow night after all that, so would you wanna do something on Saturday maybe? we could get coffee, go to your place after, something like that" you said, trying to sound casual.

she looked at you then, her face still unbearably pretty, rosy cheeks and lips. "I would love to, yeah. fuck grading, I can get that done on Sunday" a flicker of mischief in her eyes then that made her look young, like a girl.

"perfect. we could watch a film too. you could let me sleep over. I would also be happy to just watch you work the day after, you know, I can keep myself entertained." you were flirting without shame then, which made her blush, made her feel a bit nervous.

"okay, slow down" a touch to your shoulder.

you smiled and said "sorry, I am impatient I guess"

"don’t be sorry, no. it does sound really nice, all of that, I am just not used to it anymore" she said, a touch of vulnerability to her tone, which made you soften even more.

"not used to what?"

"having someone around. who likes me, wants to see me" she said, in a way that touched you.

"me neither" you assured her, which made her smile.

"thats pretty fucking hard to believe, you realize that, right?" she said, while eyeing you, her head tilted.

"why?" you asked, genuinely.

"well. youre lovely." the compliment hit you out of nowhere, so you shook your head and averted your gaze. Van was a bit beside herself with how fast she was letting you in, but it did feel good, so she didnt conceal the earnest thing she had said with a joke. she let it linger in the air.

"okay. I should go then, hm" you said, but before you could Van held your arm, gently.

"sorry, this sounds so fucking creepy and cliche but just so were both on the same page, this is between us, yes?". she asked, a hint of worry in her eyes.

you were amused by her implying that you were reckless and indiscrete enough to go around telling people, so you joked "really? I was just about to text the group chat that I am hooking up with the hot lesbian professor."

"okay very funny." she said, followed by "and don’t try to flatter me".

"I am not, it’s true, you know it is" you insisted, messing with her, which made her shrug in a way that told you that she was well aware of her status as kind of a heartthrob amongst certain students.

"but of course. I got it. I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin this for me anyway. I like keeping things that make me happy, private". you slipped up. that word. happy. the subtext, that she made you happy, after just one messy hookup in the back of her car.

Van nodded, grinning, " agree, yeah, me too" both in regards to the privacy and the happiness part.

you got up to leave then and the second a gust of freezing cold wind rushed into the car she remarked "oh god its really fucking cold". you turned your head back and teased "yeah. clever observation." which made her push you in the back and utter "fuck off. no I mean -" she looked at the rather thin shirt under your jacket and moved to do something.

"here wait" she said, as she took off her jacket and pulled her sweater over her head to hand it over to you. "put that over your shirt. I won’t have you catching a cold. sleep in it too if the dorms are as cold as my students said. it’s warm."

you tentatively took the dark green thick sweater from her, touched by the romantic gesture, and said "thank you" before getting changed into it, admitedly much warmer once you were bundled up in both her sweater and your jacket.

"looks nice" she said with a sly smile. "you can give it back to me when we see each other this weekend. and... no need to wash it before." a tone when she said that that made your whole face feel hot, yet again. the day suddenly seemed like the warmest one of the year so far, not the coldest. she was glad to see you a bit flustered.

as you got out of the car you said "have a good time in class tomorrow, Miss Palmer" messing with her a bit, looking back into the car, "easy." she said, a sternness to her tone that reminded you that she was in fact a teacher. it was hot to you. perhaps you would push your luck and call her that again eventually.

you leaned your head on the window that she had pulled down at the passenger side and smiled at her. "go on, leave be, I will text you" she said, waving you away, trying her best not to lose her mind.

"good. if you don’t, I’ll cry" you dramatically responded.

"save the tears for someone else. I will" she said, earnest in a way that did convince you that you were not going to be blown off by her. ever.

"okay, well, thanks for the ride home. very generous of you" you whispered to her, suggestively which made her start the car and say "okay, go, enough for one day, girl".

on your way up the snowy street, you looked around and were suddenly very grateful that the sudden extreme weather had kept you from driving that morning.

you were already looking forward to all the ways you could spend that winter warming yourself up with her help. melting for her.

#alternative reality where Van isnt that broke #I didnt specify what she teaches on purpose so feel free to read into it whatever you want #sth about her being in academia is a funny thought to me like her getting into countless arguments with colleagues. I can see it #anyway hope you like it #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer #yellowjackets

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