“Mr. Potter, that gesture may be sweet and touching but please remember you two are in class and not in your own world. I do not tolerate sleeping in class so please wake Mr. Malfoy up. I’ll see the both of you in my office after class.” - Professor McGonagall
Soulmate AU where your heartbeat is in sync with your soulmate. They both speed up together, and slow down together. They share every big emotion, and sense of calm.
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Synopsis: Melissa takes matters into her own hands when you're cold
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, fluff
You sat huddled on the chair, arms curling around your body. You shivered, a biting wind seeking out your skin with its teeth bared. A laugh went up, loud enough to steal your attention from the woman you’d been watching behind the grill.
You hadn’t expected for the night to be as cold as it was. The forecast had suggested it would be balmy, not chilly, summer still supposedly on the air. Turns out, it was stepping aside in favour of fall’s time to shine.
Jacob was trying to juggle, almost managing it. The glare of the setting sun had you blinking, turning away from him. Barbra, sitting beside you, tutted, shaking her head.
“That boy is asking for an injury,” you said, pulling your legs up until you could wrap your arms around your knees.
She hummed in agreement. The glass of wine in her hand was slowly disappearing, your beer following suit. The glass was cold against your fingertips, another shiver going through you. You turned your eyes back to the grill, finding green eyes already on you.
You gave a small smile to Melissa, half hidden behind your beer. Her own smile was secretive and yet it was the only thing that was warming you. Your arms tightened around your legs, wishing it was her between them, her body warming yours.
Whatever was going on between the two of you was still new, still delicate. Nothing had been declared, no feelings spoken of, but lingering glances kept catching and she’d softened towards in a way you knew was a privilege to experience. Her touch lingered, the brush of fingers sending butterflies erupting in your stomach and electricity shooting over your skin.
At some point she’d begun to take up more of your field of vision and you found it hard to look away.
She looked down, flipping the burgers she was busy with. It was odd, the way she’d invited some of the teachers over for a barbecue. She was fiercely protective of her own privacy, refusing to open her home more than she had to. But then, you supposed, the only teacher gathered in her backyard that hadn’t been invited over before was Gregory and he was hardly one to pry. Or gossip.
You shivered again, pressing your legs tighter to your body. Your thin t-shirt was losing the battle against the cool wind. Summer was long gone if the goosebumps on your arms were any indication.
“Didn’t you bring a coat?” Melissa asked, placing down a plateful of burgers in front of you.
“I thought it was going to be warmer,” you said with a small shrug, “I’m fine.”
She scoffed but didn’t argue with you, returning to the grill. You watched her walking away, eyes sliding down her body, mouth growing dry at the sway of her hips. She must have known you’d be watching, an extra sway there just for you. Her eyes met yours when she turned, those lips curling up in a way that had grown so familiar to you. Soft and knowing, fond and yet behind it something that told you how much she enjoyed being so obviously admired. You could stare at her all day, just watching her, so enchanted by everything she did.
“Burgers?” Gregory asked, wandering over to the table.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like burgers,” Melissa said, already sounding disappointed.
“Nah, burgers are fine,” he said, picking one up. He passed it over to Janine before taking his own, sitting at the table with you.
Jacob fumbled his juggling balls onto the table. One rolled towards you until you flicked it back. It spun away from him, flying off into the grass somewhere. He ran after it, apologising to Melissa as she watched him looking less than impressed. Your giggles did not go unnoticed by her. Barbra made a small noise beside you, stealing your attention.
“What?” you asked.
“That woman looks at you like you hung the moon for her,” she said.
“What? No she doesn’t.” You shook your head, not wanting to admit to what was going on before it even began to get going, “she looks at me like a normal person.”
“Girl, if you don’t see it you need to get your eyes checked,” she replied.
You shook your head again, looking away from her. Melissa caught your eye again, tilting her head in question. You shook your head again, this time in answer, telling her not to worry. She quirked an eyebrow and you gave her a small smile, resting your chin on top of your knees, just gazing at her.
“Grubs up,” Melissa announced.
She grinned as she took her seat beside you, the place that was always reserved for her. The others knew. If they so much as tried to take her place they’d have to fear for their lives. Or at least for their windscreens. You turned to watch her settle in her seat, the young ones scrabbling for food. You laughed, soft and fond. Melissa was looking at you like you’d done something miraculous.
Her hand reached out, landing on your arm before she hissed and retracted it.
“Fuck, hon, you’re freezing,” she said.
“Really I’m fine,” you said.
“No you’re not,” she said, standing, grabbing your arm to haul you to your feet, “come with me.”
She didn’t let you go until you were halfway up the stairs and it was clear you were going to continue following her. Inside, it was definitely warmer, no wind to cut through your cotton shirt. But still, you shivered.
She pushed the door to her bedroom open. You paused in the entrance, not sure if she was okay with you following her. There was nothing that was more of an inner sanctum than her bedroom, the epicentre of her home and her heart. Well, no, okay, the epicentre was her kitchen, but this was intimate in a whole other way.
Her bed was made, a green comforter over the entire thing. It was neat, expect for one chair that seemed to have clothes flung over it, rejected or dirty you couldn’t tell. You smiled, looking at the picture on her bedside table, turned towards the pillow. Her family, right there where she could see them. It was so perfectly her.
“Oi, you coming in or are you going to keep hovering there all night?”
She was standing in front of another open door, racks of clothes hanging in front of her. You stepped inside, feet sinking into the plush carpet. She held out a hand to you and you went to her, a moth to the flame. Her fingers trailed down the exposed skin of your arm.
“You shoulda said something,” she berated, flicking through the clothes on the hangers, “you coulda told me you were cold.”
“I would have survived,” you replied softly.
Her head snapped around to you. Anger simmered beneath the surface but it was softened by the obvious care that motivated it. You reached out, fingers brushing the back of her hand. She inhaled sharply.
“I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable here, hon,” she said, “next time just tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered.
She pulled a sweatshirt out of her closet, soft and gray, and with the Eagles emblazoned over the front. Passing it over, you were engulfed in her scent. Your eyes sought out hers, finding them watching you already, a little frustrated at you but clearly humouring you.
You pulled it on, covering your arms. You shivered again, this time not from the cold but from the realisation that the soft material brushing your skin had been pressed against her skin at one point.
“Thank you,” you said.
Her hands reached out, tugging the two sides together, stepping into your space. Slowly, she began to zip you up, the knuckles of her fingers gently brushing against your front. You looked up, finding her watching you, eyes smouldering. Your cheeks heated and she softly chuckled.
“There ya go, sweetheart,” she murmured.
The way she was looking at you was intoxicating. It was so soft, so heartbreakingly fond, like you were answering all of her dreams. You couldn’t stop yourself, reaching out to her, hands finding her hips as you needed to touch her. Her mouth fell open, stealing the attention of her lips.
When you’d considered your first kiss with Melissa, it wasn’t with the rest of your colleagues sitting in her backyard as you were hidden up in her bedroom. It wasn’t coming after she’d dressed you in her clothes. It wasn’t after causing her to worry about your well-being.
And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from turning this into the moment.
The first brush of lips was hesitant, as if asking her if it was okay. Her hand was still holding on to the zip of the jacket, caught between your bodies, but she was tugging on it until you were shuffling closer. Her lips pressed against yours harder and you sighed into her mouth.
She was everywhere, her scent wrapping around you. The taste of her was making your head spin, something sweet clinging to her tongue that might have just been nothing but a taste uniquely her own. You pressed closer, wanting to feel every part of her against you.
She mumbled something against your lips before kissing you deeper. Your hands slid around, grasping her ass. Her own hand tugged down on the zipper again, slipping inside the jacket, seeking out your warming skin. You whined, arching into her touch.
After so much time, so much build up, this was almost more than you could handle. It was blowing every fantasy out of the water, so much more than you could have dreamed. She was pressing into you, warm and soft and supple curves under your hands until your head spun. You wanted her in every way possible.
“We should…” she murmured, drawing back just enough for her eyes to rove over your face, before she kissed you again, unable to hold herself back.
Your back was pushed against the wall beside the closet door. Her hands pushed the sweatshirt from your shoulders. Fingers tugged at the bottom of your shirt, running over skin, making you shudder. You squeezed her ass, pulling her closer, wanting every inch of her against every inch of you.
The way your name sounded as a breathy moan from her lips sent fire through your veins. Your hips rolled towards her, her hands skating up your sides, pushing your shirt up. She had you pinned to the wall, hands touching, lips exploring, tongue tasting. You were turning into a puddle of want against her body.
“Hey, are you guys coming back? Because we are demolishing this food. Good job, Melissa.”
“No,” you mumbled against her lips, not wanting the interruption to stop you from giving in to the lust turning your heady fuzzy.
“There’s gonna be nothing left for you to eat,” she said, drawing back, refusing to let you pull her back in.
“I can eat later,” you replied, squeezing her ass.
“I’ve been slaving away all night to cook for you and you don’t even want it?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“I can’t win here, can I?”
She gave a short peck to your lips, a chaste kiss that only made you want more.
“Not even a little bit,” she said.
She ducked down, snagging up the sweatshirt again. You sighed, letting her dress you once again, her fingers still zipping it up in a way that made your mouth dry and knees weak. She tilted your chin up, thumb brushing over your lower lip.
“You’ll do,” she said.
“Can I stay after the others have left?” you asked, following her out of the room.
She paused on the stair below you, making her have to look up at you. You lent forward, both hands cupping her cheeks, not able to stop yourself from placing another kiss on her lips.
“You better, hon,” she said, “or I’ll be disappointed.”
“Can’t have that,” you murmured.
She tugged you down the rest of the stairs. You pulled the sleeved of her sweatshirt over your hands. Subtly, you pressed your nose to the soft gray material, breathing in the scent of Melissa. She pushed you down into your seat again, both hands on your shoulders, giving an extra squeeze before she took her own seat.
You kept sharing secret looks and sweet smiles with Melissa for the rest of the night.
Melissa clenched her jaw, eyes trained on you. You laughed, your shoulder bumping against Ashley’s as she showed you something on her phone. That laugh was Melissa’s, the one that always made her stomach swoop. Delighted and giggly, teeth sunk into your lip as if you were trying to stifle it. She never wanted you to stifle it.
You lent closer to Ashley, whispering something. She’d never seen her aide so quiet, not shouting or talking over someone or singing some song with stupid lyrics. She strained her ears, trying to hear what you were saying but Janine was rambling about something and she missed whatever it was. She stabbed at her salad over and over again.
“Send me the link,” you said, standing from the couch.
“You know I will,” Ashley said before tapping something into her phone.
You slid into your usual seat at Melissa’s table, looking down at your phone. You shot a smile at Ashley before tapping on something. Melissa was staring at you, trying to see your phone screen as something bubbled in her chest. Something dark and dangerous and familiar.
“Didn’t realise you were friends,” she spat across the table at you.
You looked up, eyes widening at whatever expression was on her face. You glanced to Barbara then back to her.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you said, and she didn’t like the uncertainty in your voice.
“Since when?” she asked.
“Since I wasn’t the one who had to work with her,” you replied slowly, “why? Am I not allowed to be?”
“No, no, it’s fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her seat, “do what you want.”
“Alright,” you replied, “well, right now what I want to do is go prep in my classroom so I’m going to go.”
And just like that you were out of your seat and walking out of the room, leaving an empty feeling in Melissa’s chest. She watched you, pressing her lips together to keep from shouting something after you. She’d lost that one, she knew it.
“Are you gonna tell that young lady how you feel or we going to have to sit in suspense for another semester?” Barbra asked.
“What?” She turned to look at her friend.
“You clearly like that girl. You should just tell her,” she said.
“I do not,” she said, “I just don’t like her being friends with Ashley.”
“Yeah and next you’ll be saying the sky isn’t blue,” Jacob said, laughing as he nudged Janine.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, glaring at him so hard her recoiled. Without Janine catching him he would have fallen from his seat which did help settle the feeling in her chest.
“I say tell her,” Janine said, “love is great. More people should be in love.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” she snapped.
Only later, at the end of the day, you stopped by her room to talk to Ashley and not her. You were standing at the back of her classroom, whispering over a phone while she watched on from her desk. That same bubbling feeling was growing in her chest, the plastic of the pen in her hand beginning to creak threateningly.
You looked up from the phone, smiling at Ashley, your hand resting on her forearm. She knew what that felt like, the feeling of your fingers lingering long after you’d left. There was no possible universe where Ashley would appreciate that feeling. And that smile. Bright and happy and like Ashley had done something spectacular for you. That was her smile when she brought you donuts in the morning or shared her baked ziti with you.
You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and she watched your fingers. She must have seen you do that exact move thousands of times before but now it made her grind her teeth as you looked up from under your eyelashes as you did it. Only you were looking at the wrong person. And that giggle again.
The pen in her hand snapped.
Your eyes shot up to her, finally looking at her for the fist time since entering the room. Your mouth fell opened and she saw you take a startled breath in. She had no idea what her face was doing but a look of concern flashed over your face and you took a hesitant step forward. She ignored it, looking back down at her marking, refusing to acknowledge you.
She heard your goodbye to Ashley, heels clicking as you walked out the door. It was the longest she’d seen Ashley stay after school the entire time she’d been her aide. Which only made her glare at the young woman.
The next morning, at the copier getting ready for the spelling test she had to give that day, she saw you walk in, making a beeline right for Ashley. Your smile was excited, as if you’d been waiting all morning to see her.
“Hey,” you said, “look.”
You passed your phone over to her, heads bent together. You giggled at whatever she whispered to you, your eyes darting up, finding her staring at you. Your smile dimmed and she felt her stomach drop. That was never a look that was meant to be pointed in her direction. Turning your attention back down to your phone, you whispered something else to Ashley before turning on your heels and walking away, not sparing a backwards glance at her.
She thumped the side of the copier, trying to hurry it up.
“Girl, you got some tension you need to work out,” Ava said, sweeping past her.
She growled, thumping the copier again.
She didn’t see you again until lunch where you’d managed to peel yourself from your new shadow. You were sitting in your seat, the one at her table, looking as of you belonged there. You looked up from your phone, offering her a small smile, like you were worried about your reception. She snorted, sitting in her own seat.
“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked, leaning towards her.
The scent of your perfume brushed against her and she could feel the warmth of your body. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed it, craved the way it made her feel when you looked at her with that burning intensity. How you were so good at making her feel as if no one else had your attention but her.
But now that was all for someone else’s benefit.
“Fine,” she huffed.
Your smile dimmed again and you lent back. The weight of your gaze was heavy on her, making her skin feel too tight. She looked away from you, not able to handle seeing the hurt she’d caught a glimpse of swimming in your eyes.
“Have I done something?” you asked.
“What makes you think that?” she asked, pulling out her lunch, as casual as possible.
“You’re being… you know what, it doesn’t matter,” you said, “I’m going to go eat somewhere else.”
You stood and her entire body froze. Hesitating a moment, you waited as her eyes dragged up to you. With one hand splayed on the top of the table, you lent towards her until you were invading her personal space.
“I know when I’m not wanted,” you said.
Her stare was hard as she watched you walk from the room. She stabbed at her food but her appetite had left her. She flung the container back on the table, glaring at it as if it had personally offended her.
“You handled that one perfectly.”
She shot a glare over her shoulder at Jacob. His face bled of what little colour there had been and his gaze snapped down to the sad sandwich he was eating. She waited a moment, making sure he didn’t think he was able to comment on her personal life.
“What did you say to that girl?” Barbra asked, sliding into her seat.
“Nothing,” she said, “there’s nothing to say to her.”
“Someone must have said something to her because she’s looking mighty upset,” she said.
“Fuck,” she muttered to herself.
Slamming her hands on the table, she stood and stalked out of the room. She wasn’t going to sit there and listen to how upset she’d made you. Not if she wanted to be calm enough to teach children how to tell the time.
Not if she wanted to be able to look herself in the eye ever again.
She paused outside your classroom door, taking a moment to steel herself. If she was going to apologise she had to be in the right state of mind. And that state of mind usually included more alcohol than she was allowed at school. Her hand landed on the door handle, peeking through the small window inside.
You were perched on one of the desks, arms curled around your body, staring down at your feet. Her heart constricted when she saw you reach up and brush a tear from your cheek. She’d done that. That was her fault.
“Maybe I was stupid,” she heard you say, and the sight of Ashley spinning in your chair caught her eye, “I just don’t know.”
“She never lets me sit in spinny chairs,” she said instead of answering you.
“Of course she doesn’t,” you said, “am I crazy?”
“Nah, she was sending vibes,” she replied.
“You are so much easier to understand,” you said, brushing away another tear.
“Thanks.” Ashley grinned at you and you gave her a reluctant watery smile in return.
Melissa pursed her lips, turning and walking down the hall to her own classroom. Clearly she wasn’t needed. You had someone else to comfort you. You didn’t need her.
She kept her distance for the rest of the week.
Friday night should have been her time to drown in a bottle of wine and then watch a fight in the parking lot of the closest Arby’s. Instead, she found herself standing in Jacob’s apartment, holding a glass of the second cheapest wine Jacob could find, pretending to listen to Zach talk about sneakers. She should have kicked Janine with her puppy dog eyes but she’d been promised booze and there were all kinds of emotions bubbling in her she wanted to tamp down.
She ignored the sound of the buzz, assuming it would be Barb. Downing the rest of her glass of wine, she turned away from Zach and disappeared into the kitchen for a refill. This time she went for something more in line with her feelings, finding a beer in the fridge.
The sound of your voice filtered into the kitchen. She froze, inhaling sharply, wondering how she hadn’t thought of this possibility. Slipping into the living room, she found you sliding out of your coat. She choked on the sip of beer she’d been about to drink.
Short skirt, low neckline, tight in all the right places, your dress was hot. You were hot in it. She bet you’d be hot out of it too.
Your eyes met hers and she saw you freeze for a moment before Jacob stole your attention to show you his ethically sourced furniture. She took another slug from the bottle. You glanced over your shoulder at her, lower lip caught between your teeth. What she wouldn’t give to sink her own teeth into that lip.
Ashley probably did it all the time.
Her eyes slid down your body without her permission. The way that dress hugged your ass had her clenching her fingers around the neck of her bottle. Obviously you’d dressed for someone. If Ashley showed up, she’d be leaving to keep from seeing how she appreciated you in that dress.
“Wow, that’s a nice dress,” Janine said, sliding up to her. She grumbled something, taking another swig of beer, “I wonder where she got it from. She looks amazing. Just wow. Really… great.”
“Whaddaya want, Janine?” she asked.
“Don’t you think she looks nice?” she asked.
“Hot woman in a hot dress. What’s not to like?” She shrugged.
You did that little fake laugh of yours, tucking some hair behind your ear. Jacob laughed along with you, clearly missing the way your nose scrunched up, telling her all she needed to know. Zach passed you a glass of red wine. You took a slow sip, your eyes finding hers again. Your tongue darted out, dragging along your lower lip and she felt heat rush over her skin.
She finished off her beer and shoved past Janine, returning to the kitchen for another. She pressed it to the skin of her neck, the cold glass a relief. The image of you still hovered in her mind, her breathing growing unsteady. Someone as hot as you should not be with someone as annoying as Ashley.
“Are you going to keep ignoring me?”
Your hip was resting on the doorframe, arms crossed, pushing up your chest in a way she was finding distracting. You weren’t smiling at her, eyes serious, the wine glass dangling from your fingers.
“What?”
She noticed the way you zeroed in on the way she opened the bottle, tipping it back as she drank from it. There was a slight flush on your cheeks and your eyes were smouldering. It was an addictive look on you.
“I don’t know what I’ve done,” you said, taking a step into the room, hips swaying, “but you’ve been an absolute bitch all week. You’ve been fighting with me and you’ve been ignoring me the last few days. I just want to know where I should set my expectations tonight.”
“I’m sure once Ashely is here you won’t even notice what I choose to do,” she replied, taking another drag from the bottle.
“Ashley isn’t coming tonight,” you said, “at least, I hope she isn’t. Please tell me Jacob didn’t invite her. I know they have that whole cup song thing but he wouldn’t do that to us, would he?”
“How should I know? She’s your girlfriend,” she snapped.
“I’m offended. I can do better than Ashley.” Your nose wrinkled, “she talks like a teenager.”
“Yeah, so? You’ve been off whispering in corners with her all week,” she said.
You paused, eyebrows drawing together before a slow smile began to creep over your face. You placed your glass of wine down on the counter, sauntering towards her. Your fingers brushed against the back of her hand, looking at her as if you found something incredibly amusing. She bristled, stepping back from you.
“Would you prefer I was whispering in corners with you?” you asked, taking another step towards her.
“No,” she scoffed taking another step back.
Her back hit the fridge. Your lips curled up, your hand landing beside her, caging her in. Her eyes flicked down your body, barely brushing against hers, then back to your face. Your tongue ran along your wine stained lips as you considered her.
“Do you know what we were whispering about?” you asked.
“I don’t care,” she growled.
“I was asking her for a recommendation. See, she knows where to buy hot clothes at a bargain and you know what our pay checks are like. And I knew Jacob was hosting this little soiree tonight. I wanted to find something a bit sexy to wear,” you said, drawing impossibly closer to her.
Your perfume was wrapping around her and your fingers were brushing over the skin of her wrist. The way you were looking at her was making her head spin.
“You trying to seduce someone?” she spat out, hoping to get you away from her.
If not Ashley, she didn’t want to watch you seducing one of the other teachers. Who could it possibly be? No one would be insane enough to be interested in Janine and Gregory was boring.
“Yes,” you said before she could consider it more, “you.”
Her mouth fell open. Your gaze dipped down to her lips and heat filled her veins once again. Your fingers were gentle as they plucked the bottle from her, leaning over to put it on the bench. Your breath ghosted over the skin of her neck and she shivered, fingers itching to touch you.
“I thought if I was lucky, you’d show up tonight and I’d be here in a sexy little number and you’d see me as more than just a teacher you know from school,” you said, “only I didn’t account for your jealousy.”
“What jealousy?” she managed to say.
“Just admit it. You wanted to be the one I’m off whispering in corners with. You hated me being nice to Ashley,” you said.
“You were ignoring me to talk to her,” burst from her chest.
“Mel, you were ignoring me. And when you weren’t ignoring me you were being mean,” you said and there was a stab of shame in her gut, “I thought you were mad at me so I was giving you space.”
“And yet you still wore the hot dress,” she said.
“You think the dress is hot?” You were smiling at her now and she’d missed being on the receiving end it.
“Course it’s hot. You’re hot in it. No one’s gonna argue about that,” she said.
“And do you like the colour of it?” you asked, stepping back so she could see it properly.
“Yeah it’s red. Red is good,” she said, eyes sweeping over your body.
“You don’t think it’s too short?” you asked.
Her eyes dipped down to your legs, lingering longer than was appropriate.
“No,” she replied, eyes snapping up again. Her brain was full of the image of running her hands up those legs, pushing past the hemline of your dress, watching them fall open so she could disappear between them.
“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked, drawing closer to her again.
“Sure,” she said.
“When I was getting dressed for tonight, all I could think about was you taking it off me later,” you murmured, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
You drew back.
“Of course, if you’d rather I just go show Ashley then I’m sure I can find her location from her instagram story,” you said.
“The fuck you will.”
Her hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist. She tugged you forward, stumbling against her body already leaning on the fridge. Her other hand came up, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. Her lips captured yours in a searing kiss. Your tongue was in her mouth and your hands had found their way under her leather jacket, pinning her hips to the fridge. You moaned into her mouth, bodies pressing together and she realised she couldn’t get enough of you.
Her hand grasped your ass, so beautifully displayed by the stupid dress you’d bought to impress her. One of her legs pressed between yours, thigh tensing as you groaned again. Your hands slipped under her shirt, seeking out skin. She arched into your touch, teeth sinking into your lower lip finally. The little whine sound that came from you made the wait worth it.
“Are you two done fighting now? Only we’re out of-“
You turned, pulling away from her lips. She glanced over your shoulder, finding Janine in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open, and empty chip bowl in her hand.
“Oh my gosh,” she said.
“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked, turning back to her.
“Yes.”
She grabbed your hand, marching you past Janine, through the living room and out the door, refusing to say anything to any of her colleagues. You threaded your fingers through hers.
“We’re going back to your place, right?” you asked.
“Would you rather we go to yours?” she asked.
“No, my neighbours shout,” you replied, with a small shake of your head.
The way you were looking at her was full of promises she was hoping to cash in on. She held the door open for the passenger seat of her car. You reached up, pinching her chin between thumb and forefinger. You kissed her, slow and lingering over the top of the door, leaving her breathless and desperate for you. The smile you gave her as you slid into the car was just like the one you used to give her when she shared her lunch with you. The one that made her feel besotted with you.
Her hand was on your thigh the entire drive home. She took speed limits as suggestions and red lights as challengea. The soft skin of your thigh was so tempting beneath her fingertips. You were watching her the entire drive, those eyes of yours practically devouring her.
“I can’t believe you thought I was interested in Ashley,” you said, “who could be when you’re there?”
“She’s closer to your age than me,” she said.
“First day, you walked past and said you didn’t care who I was and I knew I’d do anything to make you look twice at me,” you said.
“That’s bull,” she laughed.
“You were wearing those leather pants and that pink top of yours. You looked me over head to foot and it was the sexiest thing. Who cares about Ashley? You’re the only one I’ve seen since meeting you.”
“Hon.” Her fingers tightened on your thigh, “if you keep talking like that I’ll have to pull this car over and we do it in the backseat.”
“No one comes even close to comparing to you, Mel,” you said.
“Sweetheart,” she warned. She felt the way your thighs pressed together.
You chuckled, leaning across the console to press a lingering kiss to her cheek. The car screeched to a halt as she braked hard. She was reaching across to you without thought, grabbing your face to kiss you like she hungered for you. You moaned into her mouth, fingers burying themselves in her hair, making her need you more than she needed air.
The hand on your thigh slipped further up, pressing against your underwear covered core. You gasped, hips bucking against her fingers. She pressed more insistently, finding your clit, wanting to hear you moaning her name. She chuckled against your mouth, drawing back to watch your face as she circled a finger over your bundle of nerves. You were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen when you were desperate for her.
“Mel,” you whined.
“I warned you, hon,” she said.
You tugged on the hair tangled in your fingers until she was determined to claim you in every way possible.
“Get out of the car,” she commanded.
“What?” you whimpered as she took her hands from your body.
“Out.”
She undid her seatbelt, climbing from the car. She listened as you fumbled with the car door, rushing to meet her. Catching you around the waist, she pressed you to the car door, kissing you until she left you breathless.
“Come on.”
She laced her fingers through yours, tugging you forward. Your eyes widened as you looked up at her house. She shoved her door open, practically throwing you through it. The door slammed closed and the way you were looking at her made her blood thrum in her veins. She stalked towards you, reaching out.
Her hands landed on your ass, palming it as she pulled you closer. You wound your arms around her neck, kissing her slowly as if she wasn’t burning up with need. She pulled you closer, kissing you deeper until she felt you melt against her. The way you whined into her mouth went right between her legs.
Her lips trailed down, nipping at your earlobe before she found your pulse point. Your head fell back as she began to suck, one of her legs slotting between yours again. The breathy moan that fell from your lips made her press more insistently against you, wanting to hear it again. The flush of pride from the way your hips pressed down against her thigh made her nip at your skin.
“Fuck, Mel,” you groaned, “want you so bad.”
“I know you do, baby.”
She kissed you again, hauling you up into her arms. Your legs wrapped around her waist, kissing her deeper, longer, as if you’d never get enough of her. She hummed, slowly ascending the stairs. You were whimpering, tongue mapping your mouth.
Lowering you onto her mattress, she sunk her teeth into your lower lip again, certain she’d never grow tired of the way you arched towards her when she did. Your fingers buried themselves in her hair, tugging in a way that set the fire flaming high within her.
“Please, Mel,” you moaned as her hands skimmed up your body.
She cupped your breasts, leaning back to watch the way your eyes glazed over when her thumbs found your hardening nipples through the soft fabric. Your hands found her hips, fingers digging in, pulling until she landed on the bed, knees landing either side of your lap.
“I hope you know,” she murmured, pinching at one nipple, “I’m planning on fucking you in this dress.”
“I was hoping you would,” you said.
“And then I’m gonna undress you and fuck you on every surface in my house,” she said, watching the way your mouth fell open.
Your hands slid up her spine, pressing her forward as you surged up to kiss her. She nipped at your bottom lip, beginning to slowly roll your nipple, listening to your small sigh. You were arching into her touch and she smiled against your lips.
“Need you,” you groaned as she sucked your earlobe into her mouth.
Her teeth scraped over it as she moved one hand down, finding the hemline of your skirt again. She skimmed her fingertips up your inner thigh. They parted under her touch. She lifted herself off your lap, just enough to push your legs further apart, hand cupping over your heat. Pushing your underwear aside, she stroked her finger through your folds, enjoying what she found there.
“Is this all for me, baby?” she asked.
“Yes,” you hissed, “all yours. Please. Mel, please.”
The sound of you begging was music to her ears. She slowly began to circle your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure, hands squeezing her hips.
“Or maybe instead of fucking you right now, I should just keep touching you like this. Keeping you right on the edge,” she said, finger ghosting against you instead of giving you what you wanted, “showing up in this dress, trying to get me worked up, making me jealous. Maybe you don’t deserve to cum.”
“No,” you whined, “just wanted to be pretty for you.”
“Just for me?” she asked.
“Only for you,” you gasped, hips shifting to try and get her to touch you more.
“And who’s are you?” she asked.
“Yours,” you groaned as she touched you more insistently, “only yours.”
“Good girl.”
The way your mouth fell open again, a breathy moan and hips jumped towards her touch had her very interested. Something to file away to explore later. You pulled her into another kiss as her finger found your entrance. Your hips bucked up. She sucked your bottom lip into her mouth, finger pressing into you.
Your head fell back, your strangled groan like music to her ears. The column of your neck on full display was more than she could resist, lips pressing to it, running along it, tasting your skin. She slowly began to pump her finger, quick to add a second when you begged her for more. Her thumb found your clit again.
“Oh god,” you moaned.
She curled her fingers, her name falling from your lips like a prayer. She would worship your body to hear you just like that over and over again.
“Being so good for me, baby,” she said.
You whined, internal muscles fluttering around her fingers.
“Look at you,” she continued, “so beautiful, so gorgeous, all mine.”
Her teeth sunk in where your shoulder met your neck. Your strangled gasp was loud in her ears. She wanted to leave her marks littering every inch of your body. She wanted to see where she’d been later. She wanted you to know who owned your body when you looked in the mirror.
“Come on, baby,” she murmured, “tell me what you want.”
“You,” you gasped out, “just you.”
The palm of her hand ground against your bundle of nerves, fingers slamming into you. You were a moaning mess under her touch, begging her, words turning incomprehensible. She drew back, watching you, wanting to have this moment burned into her brain forever. There was nothing so beautiful as you desperate for her. No one was ever going to touch you like this again.
“Cum for me,” she whispered.
You cried out her name, muscles clamping down on her fingers. She worked you through it, drinking in every single moment. There was no part of you she didn’t want, no part of you that wasn’t beautiful. The blissed out smile on your face only made her want you more.
You reached for her, drawing her into another kiss, slow and steady. Her fingers were still buried in you and her thumb brushed against your clit. You made a small noise, muffled by her mouth and she did it again, feeling the flutter of internal muscles again.
“Mel,” you mumbled against her lips.
“Yes, hon?” she asked, drawing back.
You were looking at her like she’d hung the stars for you and like you wanted to devour her. She pressed another lingering kiss to your lips.
“What is it, sweetheart?” she coaxed, thumb brushing your clit again.
You inhaled sharply, eyes falling closed as your hips bucked up.
“Tell me,” she murmured, lips finding the soft spot behind your jaw.
“Wanna taste you,” you mumbled.
She pulled her hand from your underwear, sucking her fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over her skin, tasting you. She groaned, wanting to drink right from the source.
“Mel,” you whined.
“In a moment, hon,” she said.
Tugging your ruined underwear from your body, she knelt between your thighs. Tongue swiping through your folds, she groaned. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pressing you closer as she feasted on you.
You were a babbling mess above her, thighs squeezing either side of her head. She moaned against your hot cunt, not able to stop herself. Your hips jumped up towards her, fingers tightening. Swirling over your bundle of nerves and dipping into your entrance, you writhed above her, her name nothing but a chant as you pressed her closer.
Your taste was driving her crazy. She could spend hours between your thighs, making you cum over and over again. She’d never wanted someone so much, never wanted anyone so badly.
You stiffened above her, fingers pulling on her hair. She lapped at you, cleaning you up, before she sat back on her heels, smirking up at you. With the back of her hand, she wiped your arousal from her chin, the flush of pride racing through her veins.
You tugged on her hair again, trying to kiss her. Her knees creaked but she let you drag her back onto the bed. Your kiss was needy, sloppy, warm, and she wanted every second of it.
“Still wanna taste you,” you mumbled against her lips.
“In a bit, sweetheart,” she said, “I think you need to catch your breath first.”
She tugged you further up the bed, settling down against the pillows. You curled against her side, and even with a need thrumming between her legs, just having you pressed to her side was a thrill. Your head rested on her shoulder, arm curling around her waist as you pressed closer.
“You still haven’t undressed me,” you murmured, lips brushing against her neck.
“We’ll work our way up to that,” she replied.
“Mel?”
You looked up at her, hair in disarray and eyes bright. You blinked and she realised she’d been staring at you.
“Yes, hon?” She brushed some of the hair away from your face.
“Were you really that jealous?” you asked.
“Yeah, hon,” she said, “I really was.”
You gave a self satisfied smile, snuggling against her again. Her hand slowly swept along your spine, enjoying the way you wiggled closer to her. Her lips pressed to the top of your head and you sighed.
“I’m not going home this weekend, am I?” you asked.
Synopsis: You really like it when Melissa ties her hair up.
Words: 1.7k
Warning: mentions of bondage and marking
You were trying to pay attention. You really were. You could see Melissa’s lips moving and you could hear her voice but the words weren’t forming. Instead, you felt frozen, just staring at her, nodding along when it felt appropriate.
“Don’t you agree?” managed to break through the fog in your brain.
“Yup,” you said nodding, “mmhm.”
“You weren’t listening to me at all were you?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Course I was.” Your eyes traced over her face again, lingering on the line of her neck, “I was totally listening.”
“What’d I say then?” she asked.
You were frozen again.
“Alright, no I wasn’t listening,” you admitted.
She looked over you before turning on her heels and walking away. All you could do was watch her ponytail swing in time with her steps. Your mouth turned dry and you felt your heart beat harder in your throat.
Your best days were the ones where Melissa wore her hair up.
Perhaps she began to pick up on it, as from that day on she began wearing her hair up more often. Which left you to not able to concentrate any time you were in the same room with her. Making Janine begin trying to investigating what was going on with you. So you began avoiding Melissa as much as possible. And eating alone in your classroom every lunch.
It was your way of maintaining your sanity. Without Janine asking you constant questions about your inability to concentrate and without Melissa in visible eye line, you were able to relax and not turn up to teach with your thoughts muddled. You were getting ahead on work by not taking a proper lunch break too, so you had to look at the positives.
The negatives were not seeing Melissa.
It all came to a head on a Tuesday. The last bell had rung and you’d dismissed your fourth graders. You fell back in your seat, letting out a long breath. It had been a long day, your kids unable to settle. Some days were a slog to get through.
“You avoiding me?”
You jumped, almost falling from your chair. In your doorway, Melissa was glaring at you. Your words dried up. A strand of hair curled against the skin of her neck and you wondered what that skin would taste like.
“Are ya?” she demanded.
You floundered for a moment before a no burst from you.
“Then what’s going on?” she asked, closing the door to your classroom behind her.
“Janine… asks questions,” you said.
“Look, no one’s gonna deny that but none of the rest of us are hiding out from her, so what’s really going on?”
“Nothing,” you said.
Your eyes drifted down her body again before you had to look away. You were so aware of her, every step she was taking towards you, every shift in the air. A finger tilted your chin up, your breath catching as you looked into her face, her bare skin touching yours.
“Have I done something?” she asked, looking genuinely concerned by the answer.
The thing was, before the whole tying hair up thing you’d been friends with Melissa. Friends but you found her beautiful and interesting and funny and definitely had a crush on her. But it was manageable since there was no possibility of her returning your feelings.
It had just gotten out of control as of late.
“No,” you said, not quite able to bring yourself to pull out of her grip on your chin.
“You leave a room when I enter it,” she said, “you’ve been avoiding me.”
“It’s not… I haven’t been… it’s not what you think,” you managed to land on.
“Then what is it?” she asked, “talk to me, hon.”
“It’s nothing. I’ll fix it,” you said, “I’ll fix it.”
She raised an eyebrow at you.
“Please don’t make me say it,” you begged her.
Her fingers trailed from your chin, down your neck until it brushed over your pulse point. You shivered, averting your eyes from her again. Her touch continued to move, until her fingers were tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging on it until you were looking up at her again. Her eyes moved down your body before meeting yours again.
“You got a crush on me or something?”
Your cheeks heated.
“You think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? How you don’t pay attention when I wear a low cut top? How you can’t even look at me when I wear my hair in a ponytail?” She tugged on your hair again, “I noticed.”
“Then you know why I’ve been avoiding you.” You internally cursed, “not avoiding you. Keeping my distance.”
“No, I don’t know why so how’s about you explain it to me,” she said.
“Well, obviously you don’t feel the same way so I have to get over you. And that’s really hard when you’re here looking all…” Your eyes slid over her body, lingering on the long line of her neck you’d like to leave your mark on, “I know we’re friends but I can’t get over you if I’m drooling over you everyday.”
“Hey, hey who says I don’t feel the same way?” she said, interrupting before you could continue rambling, “don’t go putting words in my mouth.”
“Course you don’t because you’re you and I’m… me,” you said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.
“Well, you’re so strong and confident and smart. Like you take no shit. You’re so impressive. And funny. You make me laugh all the time. And then there’s me who’s just kind of a mess with nothing to offer someone as amazing as you,” rushed out of you.
“What’re you talking about?” Her hand slipped from your hair to cup your cheek, so soft and gentle it could make you cry.
“It’s fine,” you said, the embarrassment continuing to build, “I’m working on it.”
“Working on what, hon?” she asked.
“Getting over you,” you said, “and then this will just be a funny story we can reminisce on later.”
“And what if I don’t want you getting over me?”
“Well then I’ll-“ You paused as your brain caught up to her words, “what?”
“Hon, I’ve been tying my hair up like this since I noticed the effect it had on you. You think I’m doing that for my own amusement?” she said, “well, I am but it’s because you get this cute lil look on your face when you’re flustered. Point is, I’ve been doing it for your benefit.”
“Huh?”
She sighed, the way you’d heard her do a million times, and squeezed her eyes closed for a moment. When she opened them again, there was a smoulder to them that made your breath catch. You’d spend countless hours with her but she’d never looked at you like that.
“Do I have to hit you over the head with it? I got feelings for you too, sweetheart,” she said, “I happen to like that you’re you.”
“But-“
She pressed a finger to your lips, effectively silencing you.
“But nothing. I know I look hotter with my hair down but you like it like this. So I make the sacrifice to make your day better. You think I’m doing that for someone I don’t like? C’mon, I ain’t no sucker,” she said, “I was hoping you’d tell me without having to hunt you down even if I like the thought of tying you up.”
You choked on nothing, spluttering at her words. She gave you one of those smiles that said she was indulging you.
“Sorry, I just- you- bondage? Really?”
“That’s all you got from that?”
Her head tilted to the side and your eyes drifted back to her neck, so distracted with thoughts of marking her and being tied up by her. She chuckled, tilting your chin up.
“The point is, I like you too. And unless you’re going to run away again, I’m gong to kiss you now,” she said.
“I won’t run,” you breathed.
“Good.”
She lent towards you, slow as if worried you might still change your mind and run. Her forefinger was still tilting your face towards her, skin against skin enough to drive you crazy. The first brush of lips was soft, as if testing the waters. You gasped, surging up from your chair, pressing her against the edge of your desk as you kissed her deeper. Her tongue stroked along yours and your entire mind emptied of anything but her.
Her fingers buried themselves in your hair, tangling in it as you pinned her to the desk, needing her more than you needed air. You trailed your lips down, finally living out the fantasy that had been living in your head for so long. Your tongue darted out, tasting her skin. Her moan was delicious, pressing you closer when your teeth nipped at her.
She sighed your name, tightening her fingers in your hair. You hummed against her throat, knowing you’d found heaven. You could spend hours right there, buried in her neck, listening to the noises she was making.
“Hon, as much as I’m enjoying that mouth of yours, if you keep up with that I won’t be responsible for my actions and we’re still on school premises,” she said, gently pushing you away, “how about you pack up and I’ll make you dinner?”
“I’m not even worth taking somewhere?” you asked.
“I ain’t promising to keep my hands off you,” she said, causing your cheeks to heat up, “I’d rather have you on my table than somewhere anyone else can see you. All that’s for me. No one else gets to see that.”
“Yeah that sounds good.”
“Good, get your coat,” she said, “I’ve spent enough time waiting for you I’m not waiting another moment.”
You snatched up your coat from the back of your chair and your bag from under your desk. She chuckled at your enthusiasm, slinging an arm around your shoulders. You reached up, turning her face towards yours. It was quick, the kiss you pressed to her lips, but her smile lasted a lot longer than that.
Synopsis: Sometimes you have to calm Melissa down, and sometimes you get more than you bargained for when you do.
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: anger, gross men, mentioned violence
“And so all I had to say to him was glitter was for special occasions. To which he told me anything could be a special occasion which really made me reevaluate some things,” you said to the camera crew, brushing some of the green glitter off your hands, “an ordinary day could be a special occasion and maybe we should celebrate-”
A teacher rushed past you, throwing a scared glance back over their shoulder. You watched them go before you began to hear the shouting that was coming from down the hall. One voice, in particular, was very familiar.
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you said to the camera crew, before following the sounds of conflict.
Bursting into the staff room you found most of the teachers pushed to the outer edges, looking inwards at the centre of the room. Melissa had the neck of a poor teacher’s shirt clutched in her fist, the other brandishing a plastic knife close enough to his eye to cause concern. The murder in her own eyes was also a concern. He was trying to cower away from her but her grip was strong and her anger unstoppable.
“What’s going on?” you whispered to Janine.
“I think he said something she didn’t like,” she whispered back, “she keeps calling him a pig.”
“Are you going to intervene?” Gregory asked, leaning over to you.
At some point in the last three years you’d been teaching at Abbott you’d become the designated person to calm Melissa down. It had started with small things like noticing when the vein beginning to throb in her temple or the way her gaze turned sharp when Janine began to talk. You would usher from the room or distract her until that anger was forgotten. Now, whenever it looked like she was going to kill someone, you were sought out to stop it on school property.
And no one knew why you were the only one that could calm her down. Yourself included.
“You’re pathetic,” Melissa shouted, “you can’t say shit like that. Not about her.”
“I suppose I have to, don’t I?” you sighed.
You stepped into the no man’s land left from the teachers trying to keep out of the way of Melissa’s rage while still watching the fight. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind. You ignored it, pausing at your friend’s shoulder.
“Hey Mel,” you said, keeping your voice light, letting her know you were there without sneaking up on her, “what’s going on?”
“This piece of shit has been running his mouth,” she replied, the knife coming dangerously close to his eye.
“And you’re planning on stabbing him in the eye?” you asked.
“I’m planning on teaching him he can’t say shit like that,” she said.
You eased your way around her until you were able to see her face. You reached up, curling your fingers around her wrist, the one holding the knife, holding it in case a sudden move took his eye out. His gaze flicked down to you then back to the knife, turning cross eyed as he tried to keep it in sight.
“I’m not sure this is the best way of doing that,” you said to her.
She looked to you, those green eyes flashing with an anger that was far beyond what you were used to. If anyone but Melissa had looked at you like that you would have flinched back, but you knew Melissa. You trusted Melissa. She would never hurt you.
“Tell her what you said,” she demanded of the man.
You looked to him, still held in a death grip. He whimpered at the knife wavering in front of his face.
“I was just voicing my admiration for you-“
“Don’t you dare lie right to my face,” Melissa growled before looking back to you, “he said that he’s fantasised about bending you over your desk and that your mouth looks perfect for blowjobs.”
“Ew,” you said looking back at him, sweeping your eyes over his trembling body, “gross.”
“And so I have to take his tongue so he never says it again” she said.
He whimpered again. You sighed, leaning towards Melissa, lowering your voice.
“There are witnesses. Ava is filming. Think this through, Mel. There’s enough evidence for them to take you down if you do anything right now.”
She huffed, eyes finding your face. She allowed her hand to be lowered by the hold you still had on her wrist. You were soft as you plucked the knife out of her hand. She shoved the man back before releasing him, watching him trip over his own feet to sprawl on the ground. You didn’t even bother sparing him a glance before stepping in front of Melissa properly.
“Come on,” you said, keeping your voice low enough that she was the only one who’d hear, “he’s not worth criminal charges.”
The growl low in her throat shouldn’t have done something to you but an angry Melissa had an appeal that was hard to understand. She was staring at you, clearly thinking it over. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point, feeling it beating hard under your touch. She jerked out of your hold.
“Fine,” she ground out.
“Now let’s leave that creep to…” You glanced over your shoulder at him, nose wrinkling at the spreading wet patch, “find new trousers.”
She strode out of the room, other teachers scattering to give her a clear walkway. You followed in her wake, ignoring the whispers that sprung up behind you. Half running, you trailed her into her classroom, watching her hands clenching into fists.
“Mel…”
“Don’t.” She spun on you, “he was outta line.”
“Sure, but he’s hardly the first guy who’s said something gross about me and he’s not going to be last. At least he didn’t come up to me and say it to my face expecting me to jump into bed with him like it’s some kind of compliment,” you said, “c’mon Mel, you know what guys are like.”
“He has no right to say that stuff about you,” she growled.
A slow smile began to stretch over your face. Her scowl deepened.
“Were you defending my honour?” you asked.
She mumbled something under her breath.
“Melissa Schemmenti, you were totally defending my honour,” you laughed.
“He doesn’t get to talk about you like that,” she said.
“Mel, it’s fine,” you reassured.
“No it’s not,” she snapped.
“Why not?” you asked.
“Because you’re my girl.”
Her outburst wasn’t expected by either of you. She blinked, taking a step back as your mouth fell open, watching her. Your heart thudded against your ribs and for the first time with her uncertainty filled your veins.
“What?” Your voice came out in a whisper.
She sighed, looking less than pleased at the situation she’d found herself in.
“Look, everyone here knows your my girl. They know not to talk about you like that,” she said.
“Okay can we cycle back to the bit about me being your girl,” you said, “what?”
She rolled her eyes before both of her hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you in. Lips pressed together, stealing your breath, making your skin tingle with electricity. Your hands found a home on her hips, pulling her closer as she nipped at your bottom lip. Her fingers slid into your hair as she drew back.
“Sweetheart, you’re the only one who didn’t know you were my girl,” she said, “why do you think I let you talk me out of most of my revenge plans? It’s not because I don’t wanna do them.”
“Have I been your girlfriend this entire time without knowing it?” you asked.
“Course not, hon,” she said, “but you will be.”
“I’m so confused,” you said, “can we got back to the bit where you kiss me again?”
She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. The anger had been replaced with something softer, the kind of look that you were more used to seeing directed your way from her. You melted under her touch.
“Look, I had a plan that involved inviting you over and cooking. That human skid mark ruined it but he should have known better. I’m the only one who gets to think those things about you,” she said.
“You think those things about me?” you asked.
Her eyes darted to the side.
“Sometimes.”
“What sort of things do you think?” you asked, tugging on her hips until she was flush against you.
“I might have thought about pinning you to my kitchen counter and eating something…” Her gaze swept down your body, making heat bloom within you, “sweet.”
“You better be planning on following through with those thoughts,” you murmured, “otherwise I’ll be very disappointed.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered, lips pulling up into a smile.
“Then I guess I am your girl.”
You kissed her, deep and longing. Her tongue swept in, sending your thoughts spiralling until there was nothing but her. She seemed to delight in the way you moaned into her mouth, fingers tightening in your hair.
“Alright,” she mumbled against your lips, “tonight. My place. Now get outta here before I do something stupid like bending you over my desk.”
“Now who’s outta line,” you laughed.
She swatted at your ass as you walked out of her classroom. You threw a smile over your shoulder at her, only to find a soft smile already on hers. Your heart fluttered at the sight, your dreams seeming to have come true on a random Thursday.
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