Practical Assignment

Summary: Don't ask where the title came from. One-shot. Enjoy girls. ChrisSabin/OC. Preview: Chris Sabin, the most attractive of men to ever land at her feet or come near her, came out of the bathroom with a thick white towel riding low on his hips...

He hadn't know what to think when he first saw her. She had been sitting there right across from him, stirring her coffee while engrossed in a book when he had gotten up the courage to leave Sonjay, Lethal, Creed and Shelley sitting at their table. They were encouraging him on the entire time and he strutted over before sliding into the seat beside her. She didn't even look up and Chris boldly picked up her hand that was resting on the table. "You know, you can tell a lot about a woman by just looking at her eyes or her smile," he told her.

Her first reaction was to look up in shock at the sudden and surprising contact. He smiled at her. "Uh-" she began and pulled her hand away from him. "Kay, so you have an original pick-up line and lame execution. Not a nice combination."

Chris lost his smile and frowned at her. "Original pick-up and a very perfect execution if I say so myself," he shot back.

She shut her book and made to stand up. "Sorry but I don't date younger men," she told him. He caught her hand.

"Wait a minute- you didn't even give me your name and number. Besides I'm twenty-eight, not that young but thanks for the compliment doll," he said quickly. She smiled slightly at him after a few moments and shook her head.

"Persistent."

He smirked at her lopsidedly. "When I need to be. I'm Chris Sabin by the way, TNA superstar by day, and well by night I'm whatever you would like me to be," he replied coyly.

She blushed suddenly and pushed her reading glasses up slightly. "How about you give me your number and address, superstar?" she replied. "And we can work out something out."

Chris would have first pumped only he figured that might have scared her away. Quickly writing his stuff down, he handed the napkin to her and chuckled as she fumbled with her books and fixed her glasses ups again before leaving. Chris leaned back slightly, watching her ass in those nice tight jeans before he got up and headed back to the group.

Sometime that afternoon he got a timid phone call from her, well- as he had found out her name was Amanda when she'd said who it was. He had told her to come over around six. Of course, he timed it all well. He had gone for a run at a quarter to five which always took an hour. That meant when he got back home, he got into his apartment just as Amanda was coming up the stairs. He smiled at her and saw her look at him in questioning. "Gotta keep this Greek physique in shape, wouldn't want to become unattractive for any of the ladies," he remarked playfully and saw her blush deeply.

Chris grinned at her. Oh yeah, he was gonna enjoy tonight greatly. All he had to do was work the right moves, a little cheek and charm then poof, she'd be purring for hours. He could already tell she was different to a woman like Christy and Daff, but he didn't always like meeting a girl like that. Then again, it was difficult for the X-Division star to really find a girl different to them. "So Amanda, I told you what I do for a living, wanna elaborate on your life?" he inquired as he opened the door and stepped back to let her inside first.

She meekly said thank you and Chris couldn't believe how soft spoken she was. "I- I- Uh teach Kindergarten at the local school."

Chris smirked as he shut the door and unzipped his jacket, pulling it off to leave him in a sweat soaked white wife-beater. He tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch and caught Amanda looking at him like it was the first time she'd seen a guy with that little clothing on.

He headed for the fridge and opened it up, asking her what she wanted to drink. "Uh- water is fine by me," she said.

It wasn't hard to tell how nervous she was and Chris really couldn't understand why. He hadn't made much of an advance towards her. Walking over to where she was sitting on the black couch, Chris sat down beside her and handed her the bottle of water. "Can I ask you why you came up to me?" she inquired after a few moments of silence.

Chris looked at her and stood up after downing half of his water and started to head for his bathroom, pulling his singlet up over his head as he went. "Well, you looked like you needed to be shown a good night and well, I'm always up for giving a girl a good time," he told her straight forwardly. "I have to shower, don't run out on me. I'll be hurt if ya do and won't have anyone to console me."

He knew she wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

About five minutes after he had gone into the bathroom, Amanda was still sitting on the couch. She got up and slowly looked over the photos in the hallway that lead to the bathroom where Chris had disappeared to. She stopped outside the bathroom door which was slightly ajar and had steam coming out of it. One thing Amanda had never considered was the possibility of sex with this man when she had rung him this afternoon. Well, she hadn't even expected him to answer the phone which usually was what happened with men when they asked for her number, she never gave hers cause she didn't like being pranked by half of the jerks and now she was standing there contemplating actually looking in through the open door. Chris was very nicely built and extremely handsome compared to the men who she found were attracted to her.

She backed up into the wall when the shower stopped and she heard him moving. Amanda wished she had the quick thinking brain that would have told her to move but the problem was, she ended up frozen and the bathroom door opened. Chris Sabin, the most attractive of men to ever land at her feet or come near her, came out of the bathroom with a thick white towel riding low on his hips, revealing the top of the v lines he had. He was completely shaven by what she could tell which was a nice change and the water drops still trailed down his toned skin, his wet hair matted to his head and all over the place. She bit her lower lip. The man was good enough to be a sin against nature like that, he was the bad boy she had dreamed of every night throughout high school. He headed for the end doorway and stopped suddenly.

Amanda swallowed thickly as he turned and looked back at her, the towel dropping from his body and making her flush, but for entirely different reasons. He just smirked at her before walking into his bedroom and calling out to her. "Are you coming?"

With a heavy, deep breath Amanda took a few bold steps towards his bedroom before she stopped and asked herself who she was kidding. Just as she made to turn and leave, Chris stuck his upper-half round the door and caught hold of her wrist, tugging her towards him, into his room and right against his solid, wet and very nude body. Amanda blushed, unable to bring herself to face the reality that she was actually getting this type of attention of this type of man.

"Your glasses?" he inquired, one arm holding her round the waist as the other reached up to take hold of her glasses. "Do you need them badly?" Amanda told him she was practically blind without them on. Chris grinned and whispered that she wouldn't need to see much, it was a pretty practical subject from here on out as he pulled them off her face, well practical on his part. His grin became wolfish seeing her go bright red. "You really haven't done this much before have you?"

"Uh- one other time, and then he never wanted to see me afterwards, I guess I was pretty bad," she admitted, looking away. Chris caught her chin in his hand and made her look at him.

"Did he realise that it's not sex that counts in a relationship?"

"For most men, it does. It must for you, considering- well-" Chris leaned down as she was talking and cut her off with a kiss. She trembled and clutched at his neck and forearm as he slowly pushed his mouth more firmly against hers. Chris slid his hand that was round her waist up underneath the polo shirt she was wearing and up her back. He could feel her shaking the entire time and nudged her back towards his bed. He sat down and tugged her into his lap, resuming his assault of kissing her but trailed his lips down her jaw line and down her neck. Amanda leaned her head back and Chris started raising her shirt up. He pulled back long enough to get her shirt over head and tossed it to the floor.

He looked down at the Victoria Secret's bra and chuckled, asking her if she had changed all her clothes from this morning and underwear included. She shook her head and then boldly ran her hands along his chest, feeling the cord of muscles beneath the smooth flesh twitch in reaction to her touching him.

Chris moved, lifting her up so she ended up sitting in the middle of the bed, him half knelt over her. Amanda could say one thing, he certainly didn't care about his state of undress and so she tried to pay more attention on what she knew she should be doing well, what she had read about in books. The only other time she had been in this situation things had been rushed and quick, and not at all what she had expected.

He reached down, sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders, kissing her gently and Amanda really had to give credit where credit was due, Chris was completely different to what he had been when she'd met him this morning and she liked both sides of him come to think about it.

Amanda felt her bra loosen and hadn't even realised he had undone it and was pulling it away. She covered her chest in reaction, not use to being exposed like this only to have him stop her. He pushed her down onto her back and kissed her. He chuckled. "You really can't imagine the thoughts I'm getting," he growled against the hollow point of her neck.

"About?" she inquired, drawing in a deep breath as he suddenly diverted his attention to her breasts.

"You. You're a teacher," he replied, cupping both of her breasts in his hands and fondling them. "I ain't thinking of being a good student here and seducing a teacher is illegal, guess I might need to be spanked."

She blushed furiously and covered her cheeks with both hands as he chuckled, looking at her with a very naughty smile, biting his lower lip. "Ah- I don't think it is when you're older than your teacher."

"Never know though, the spanking might keep me in line," he quipped. He bowed his head before Amanda could say another thing and she gasped, sucking in a deep breath before one of her hands gripped his shoulder and the other fisted a handful of his hair. "Or- I could be the one doing the spanking." He slapped her thigh, making her jump slightly before he reached between them and undid her denim skirt she had switched into.

He started inching it down her hips as she mewed in the back of her throat at his torture methods, making him smirk.

Pulling back, Chris got her skirt off and ran his hands up her thighs, hooking his fingers into her underwear.

She sat up and pulled him into a passionate kiss and Chris' eyes widened before he smiled and shut his eyes, shivering when he felt her hand running down his back as he fell back down on top of her. He bucked against her when she boldly grabbed his ass. Leaning his head into her shoulder, he felt himself become more aroused when she asked him to hurry up. "Teacher by day, sex kitten when you come to me," he laughed, "I like it."

Within seconds, he had the rest of her clothes, her underwear and ballet flats off, and was tossing them over his shoulder and off the bed. He lifted her legs up and he groaned when she hooked one leg round the back of his and the other pressed into his side. He caught one of her hands in his and kissed her, asking her if she was okay. Amanda looked at him; well at least she turned her face to him and nodded, murmuring she was okay.

Chris grunted when he first moved against her and Amanda buried her head into his neck, whimpering slightly.

Chris lifted his head up off the pillow, looking round as he pushed his hair back. Rolling over, Chris stopped and smiled. There she was, curled up in his shirt and blankets, sleeping soundly. He didn't know why but he liked her after just one day with her and had no intention of her leaving, well at least until she had to go to school.

Shifting closer, he threaded a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, running his thumb across her cheek. She looked so gorgeous. He kissed her nose softly and then rolled away to check the time. Seeing her glasses, he picked them up and put them on. He was taken back at how strong they were. She really must've been nearly blind during their playtime last night; he thought and jumped when a hand slid across his chest. Turning, he smiled at her and heard her giggle. "What?"

"I can see you enjoy looking like a little computer geek but I would really like to have them back," she murmured to him, still half-asleep. He handed them to her and leaned over to kiss her the moment she had them on.

"I prefer you as the teacher. Means I get to be naughty more often," he told her.

Amanda looked at him slightly taken back. "You- you wanna see me again?" she inquired.

Chris nodded at her. "Of course I would." She leaned over his suddenly and kissed him before stretching out in his shirt.

"I'd like to see you too," she said quietly. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her as she stretched her hands up over her head.

"I like your practical assignments, a lot by the way." Chris pulled her to him and into a sweet kiss as she blushed and giggled.