#or mclll should've started

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Unsolved business - RayanxCandy (mclul-mclll) 

I fixed it. 

Now Melody knows that Rayan and Candy are a couple. You guys can thank me later. This one is fluflly and me, finally, washing over my soul after everything that Melody put me through on mclul. So Candy hates Melody in this one, I’m sorry, but I needed closure. I do think this one came out a little bit funny tho. 

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It was only a month since my internship in another city started, but away from him, it felt like six. Even with the non-stopping texting, the video calls, and the normal calls every day, at the end of that first month, I was dying to be in his arms again.

That’s why I took the first train running on Saturday, 9:30 am, bags on hands and so excited that I couldn’t stop the stupid grin stuck on my lips. Nothing could keep my mind distracted while I saw the landscape passing through my window. I tried to hear some music, but my mind was all over the place.

Before the train even arrived at its destination station, I was up, the first in front of the door. I jumped off, soon as I was allowed to. On my tiptoes, tried to spot his casually messy hair, his tall and handsome figure.

When I finally saw him, Rayan was already making his way towards me, with a smile as huge and silly as my own. 

Soon I was running, the station not that full, not waiting for him reach me.

Not giving a single damn to all the people around us, let out an overjoyed sound and I threw myself at him, being caught skillfully by strong arms in the air. I had dropped my bag on the floor, my arms and legs around him, safe and sound with him supporting my weight.

Before we could catch our breath, my lips met his, kissing him hungrily. He let out a muffled moan, biting down on my bottom lip. One of his hand going at the back of my neck, griping, keeping our mouths together. My hands went to his soft hair, pulling them back, savoring his warm, his taste and the feeling of having him like that.

I could feel the eyes of others, probably seeing a young adult girl acting like a crazy teenager and holding at a man almost 10 years older than her, little did they knew that he used to also be my teacher. But it was none of their business.

Rayan seemed to think the same, because he didn’t let me go, not even when I finally gave him space to breath.

“I missed you too.” He told me, green eyes melting on mine. Our noses nearly touching.

“Stop reading my mind.” I laughed, so happy, so complete again. “And of course you missed me just that much.”

He shook his head at me, “Not as much, I missed you way more than that.” His honesty making me beam. “I can’t wait to take you home.”

Home. Our home. Our apartment.

“I can’t wait for that either.” I kissed him again, more tenderly this time.

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When we stepped out from the apartment, it was already noon.

I nearly convinced him that we didn’t have to leave at all, that we could spend the rest of the day on bed, but Rayan insisted that we should go out, grab something to eat and then come back home. It was an excuse. I knew that. He wanted us to go out for a little date, so we wouldn’t spend that whole weekend cloistered inside home, just the way he knew I was expecting things to be.

Before my graduation, going out to somewhere nearby to grab anything to eat together or even enjoying a proper date, without worrying with who we could bump to, was impossible, too risky. At that time, we had too much to lose; his job, my place as his student, our reputation.

Now, with his hand holding mine, walking down the street at his side, all those fears from just few months ago got forgotten, and I knew, that was the reason why he insisted for us going out. That sense of normality, freedom, that was so new but real now between us.

We talked about the new article he was writing, about a new series he started watching, from my part he asked me about my interns, about what I was learning and my new experiences. I told him about my crazy boss, about her swing moods and how I was starting to miss Clement. His laugh warming my chest, god, I missed his laugh so much.

We were in our little bubble, even when we absentmindedly entered our favorite cafeteria, so distracted that we didn’t saw her at first.

“Professor! Candy!”

I would recognize that voice anywhere. The voice that was by itself enough to annoy me, so girly and full of adulation. By reflex I tried to let go of his hand and give a step at side, but Rayan didn’t let me. He kept our hands together between us, still too close to be casual.

As if summoned from the depths of hell, Melody stopped in front of us, her perceptive blue eyes dropping at our hands only to give a polite smile and quick to ignore it.

“What odd a surprise! Did you two ran into each other outside?”

Like it wouldn’t be possible that he has asked me out. I rolled my eyes.

“Not exactly.” It was my short response, my tone clear: it isn’t your business. Rayan was watching me, but I didn’t meet his eyes. “We’re in a hurry, Melody, now if you could excuse us.”

“Oh, no! Don’t say that Candy.” She was playing nice, innocent round eyes on me. “We need to catch up.” Saying that, she turned all her attention to Rayan, giving him a dazzling smile. “Professor, it’s so good seeing you. I was waiting for you to answer my texts.”

My body tensed up at her words, Rayan noticed and was quick to reply:

“I didn't got any from you. You must have sent it to the wrong number.”

I could tell he was lying, but apparently that little mattered for Melody, because she was pulling out her phone from her purse still with that annoying smile.

“Then, give me your number again, I promise to keep in touch.” When I heard the edge of flirt on her voice, I shook my head in disbelief. She held out her cellphone for him, but Rayan didn’t move to take it.

“I still have your number. If you haven’t change it, then all I need to do is send you a text myself.” He told her, giving her a polite smile, far more in control of the situation than I was. “Now if y…”

But she interrupted him, getting close of us. I was too speechless to know what to do.

“I heard from Alexy that you got really lucky with your internship, Candy. Congrats.” But Melody still had her eyes on Rayan. “It’s on another city isn’t it? Are you staying at Rosa’s?”

Oh-uh.

“No.” I smiled, feeling too little generous to measure my words. “I’m staying at my own place, I have a new address here.” Go on, ask about it.

“Oh, really?” She didn’t gave me more than a glance, clearly not interested. “Isn’t that too expensive? Keeping two places in two different cities? Are you parents still paying for your bills?”

“Nah, I moved in with my boyfriend.”

That finally brought her attention full at me, she saw my big smile and raise one of her brows. Confused with my change of mood.

“Moved in? Didn’t you just move out? Did you and Castiel finally got together?”

Rayan clicked his tongue at Castiel’s name, not happy with it. I laughed at that, finding it funny how she was trying so hard to deny what was just in front of her.

“You’re not making much sense, Melody.” I told her, casually leading on Rayan’s side and embracing him, my head on his chest. He took me in, his hands resting in my hips. “I never was with Castiel. Not even close. No” I looked up, studying Rayan’s face “Castiel isn’t my type, I’m more into older, wiser man with a fine ass.”

Rayan laughed, leading in to kiss my forehead. But I wasn’t done, I turned my head to her, still resting it at my boyfriend’s strong chest. His heartbeat against my cheek, I gave her a smug grin.

“And he is not sending you any text.” I told her, letting my possessiveness take over. “He is too busy texting me every day to do that.”

Her mouth hang open at my words, her eyes nearly popping off from her face.

I saw her try to articulate an answer, but before she could make any other annoying observation or sound of any sort, I pulled away from Rayan and took his hand, this time showing it clearly at her. Try to ignore that, bitch.

Rayan followed me out, still amused but trying to pretend he wasn’t.

“That was unnecessary. I had everything under control.” he pretended to scold me, ruining it when he let out another laugh and hugged me by the side, while we walked together. My smile now more genuine than ever. “And that was very immature as well.”

I glanced over him, suspiciously.  

“How many other female students still have your cellphone’s number?”

“Some few.” He dared say, the joke clear by the arc of his lips, his green eyes shining, even at the dim light of the post lights, his hair still a mess from early. Didn’t even bother fixing it when we left the apartment, knowing that soon I would make another mess out of them.

“We’re going to block them all later.” It wasn’t a question.

“Gosh, my girl is so bossy.” He mused, giving a quick kiss on my neck. “I thought we would be too busy for anything else.” his words like a caress, low and tentative.

“If you do it quickly, we won’t have to change our plans.” My voice matched his, promising all sorts of things. He groaned with appreciation and I knew he would do anything that I wanted him to do later.