Forbidden Fruit

A/N: Well, this is my first fanfiction that I am posting to aff.net. Also, it’s my first time writing anything with minors involved. Feels kinda… eh. But some twisted part of me is going, “Do it! Do it!” So I did it. Still coming to terms. Anyway, I have no idea how long this fic will be. It was a plot bunny not half an hour before I wrote it so little planning has gone into it. It will however involve sex between Layton, Luke, and Flora eventually. So yeah. If squick, run away.

Disclaimer: I do not own Professor Layton and the Curious Village or any of it’s characters.
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Professor Hershel Layton, accompanied by his young apprentice Luke and his newest young charge, Flora Reinhold, entered their humble home. They had just arrived from their adventure at St. Mystere. Flora looked about the arrangement, unsure how to react.

“Well, it may not amount to your grand estate, but I hope that, given time to settle in, you may come to call it home.” Layton stated. Flora smiled and nodded. She gathered in all there was to see; the grandfather clock by the wall, the sparse pictures scattered on the walls and various countertops, the small kitchen adjoining the living room. She saw the stairs and ventured a questioning glance towards the puzzle-solving duo. Layton gave another smile. “Luke, why don’t you show Flora up to your room? I’m afraid that the guest room is in a rather messy state, so for now you can take Luke’s room, and he will stay with me. Is that fine with you?” Luke shrugged his assent while Flora nodded once more.

“Yes, that sounds great. I’m grateful to you for taking me in, so anything you give me I shall be happy with.” Flora said eloquently. Layton went back to the Laytonmobile to finish unloading their packs. Luke took Flora’s hand and gently tugged it towards the stairs. She must have made some minute motion then, because Luke quickly dropped her hand. The odd look on his face lasted only a second. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Flora began, only to have Luke wave her off.

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go!” Luke exclaimed enthusiastically, not showing the bit of hurt he felt inside. ‘Jeez, what was that for? I hope she doesn’t dislike me…’ Luke thought, slightly discouraged. He led the girl up to his room. “Well, this is it. Good thing it’s clean. Professor Layton makes me clean it weekly. He says, ‘A clean environment is conducive to a clear, concentrated mind,’ along with vegetables, exercise…” Luke went on rambling, leaving Flora to do her own exploring. The furniture was simple and practical. The only eccentric part of the room was the sheer amount of books and pictures- of puzzles no doubt- on the shelves, lining the walls, and even under the bed. She glanced at the books and pictures idly, noting how they were almost all academic, with only a few novels from widely acclaimed authors. She stopped at a picture and smiled widely, giggling a bit. Luke halted his speech just as he said, “-but Professor Layton is still an amazing teacher. You’ll love living here with us.” He looked over. “What is it?” Walking to her side, he saw the picture that had caught her attention and blushed. It was of himself and Layton, at the park, enjoying ice cream. Or they should have been. Layton- who had held the camera to take the picture- had one arm around a rather distraught looking Luke, whose ice cream decorated his head and his favorite hat, as well as the front of his clothes.

“What a face you made that day! How delightful!” Flora exclaimed, giggling once more. Luke gave a small smile, which widened as the laugh caught on.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t so amused that day. The Professor had caught me just after a rowdy lot of kids were through running me over. He was so amused that he took the picture and promptly told me of a puzzle he was reminded of. I actually wrote it on the back of the picture, for future reference.” Luke explained, calming his laughter enough to speak. Flora now had a wide smile on as she went about exploring the room.
“You have lots of pictures of the two of you here. If I may ask, where did you come from before you met Layton? You have no pictures of your previous life here.” Flora asked. There was a drawn out silence. Flora, fearing she might have crossed the line, turned slowly to gaze upon Luke’s face. His expression had darkened a bit, but he was clearly working on how to phrase his answer.

“The Professor…found me. He took me in and sheltered me when I was a few years younger. I have no recollection of my life previous, but I don’t want to remember either. When I think about it, I get this bad feeling in my gut. I assume that whoever kept me before then probably wasn’t a very nice person. The Professor has always looked after me, so he was all I ever focused upon. Of course, my aptitude for puzzles helped our relationship a great deal.” Luke said, getting over his gloom to produce a prideful smile. Flora hesitated then smiled back. Finally she panned the room one more time.

“This will be excellent until I can have my own room. I am sorry about taking over yours.” Flora said, looking slightly apologetic. Luke grinned and shrugged.

“Luke! Flora! I have your bags,” came Layton’s voice from somewhere by the stairs.

“Coming!” both children exclaimed.
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“Professor?” Luke asked, later that night. He fluffed up the pillow on one side of Layton’s king sized bed. It was well after ten. Flora had already gone to sleep. Layton, glanced over that the boy.

“Yes Luke?” Layton said, curious as to what the boy wanted.

“Umm… Can you think of any reason why Flora would be unused to my touch?” At Layton’s odd look, Luke blushed and stammered. “I mean, all I did was take her hand! I was just going to lead her upstairs! I don’t know what I did! She got all, stiff and flinched, like she had never been touched before.” Luke explained in a hurry, keeping his voice as low as his temper would allow to keep Flora from overhearing in the room next to theirs. Layton simply gave a small chuckle.

“My boy, that’s hardly a mystery at all. You see, Flora’s only real family died recently. Between that point and when we found her, she had been living in a tower with the old man Bruno, the only two real human beings in all of St. Mystere. She must be terribly unused to touching anything living, outside of an animal perhaps. Bruno of course wouldn’t have touched her; it would be improper, especially to a young lady of her status. She will be the one to initiate contact, I’m sure. After all, she hugged me at St. Mystere, didn’t she? She’ll come around, Luke, she’ll come around.” Layton said, settling in the bed and turning to shut off the lamp. He settled into the bed.

There was a moment of silence as Luke finished pondering what Layton had said. Luke then, gently turned onto his side, satisfied with his mentor’s answer. Layton lay on his back, breathing gently, but not yet asleep. Luke scooted closer to the professor and curled into his side. Layton’s arm wrapped around the boy’s shoulders, drawing him closer.

“Good night, Professor.” Luke said, yawning, throwing an arm over the older man’s chest. He laid his cheek down on Layton’s chest after giving a light kiss on his chin. A hand suddenly appeared and pushed his chin up. Layton lowered his lips to Luke’s and bestowed upon him a gentle kiss.

“Good night, my Luke.”

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A/N: Well, there you go. Please let me know whether or not you liked it. I’d appreciate the comment. Hell, one positive comment will be good enough for me. I’m not picky. : The sex will come eventually. Please be patient.