content: smut which turns into suuuper sappy love making, vibrator sharing, slight heel kink mention, slight size difference kink mention, super soft in the end (i actually cried writing this lmao)
warnings: nsfw
note: i have associative synesthesia, mostly with colours and sounds. to me, this fic is periwinkle, white, and baby pink, and sounds like saviour complex by phoebe bridgers :)
Larissa had been glued to you since the moment she stepped in the door. Something about a “boring day” and “wandering thoughts” had been muttered but her lips were on yours before she even attempted to elaborate further. Gloves were messily thrown to the ground, removing the barrier between your skin and hers so she could feel the warmth of your body through your light clothes.
“I missed you.” Larissa whined into you mouth.
“I can tell.” You grinned hungrily, Larissa taking the opportunity to feed her tongue deeper into your mouth to feel the softness of yours against hers.
Larissa’s jacket was next to fall to the ground before you shuffled messily around her body to grab for the zipper to her dress, pulling it down her back and revealing the milky white softness of her skin beneath. The fallen fabric pooled around her feet and she strode out of it to step out of her heels.
“Keep them on.” You asked of her. She shot you back a dazed grin, relishing in the anticipation of how much wetter she knew you became when she was towering over you - plus, the sight of glossy black heels against her soft, toned, and bare skin was certainly not something to take for granted.
Larissa made quick work of your light pyjamas until you were entirely bare and nipping hotly at the décolletage of the older woman, clad in nothing but those perfect heels and a comfortable but intricately laced pale blue underwear set. Your mouth couldn’t get enough of the taste of her skin and the soft pants and hisses she let out as you sucked jam coloured marks into her otherwise untainted skin. You could easily spend another hour tracing her body with your mouth but Larissa grew impatient with need, grabbing you roughly by the wrist and wordlessly yanking you along with her towards the bedroom.
She pulled and pushed eagerly until the back of your knees hit the familiar softness of the bed sheets. That was when piercing eye contact was paired with a strong palm which came to your chest and slowly guided you back; this, your signal to shuffle back and prepare yourself for her.
Larissa’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, practically ravenous at the sight of you laying back on the bed entirely bare for her, legs beginning to drop open languidly and your hair messy, sprawled against the white sheets around you.
“God, you look so perfect.” She groaned. “Almost a shame to ruin you.”
With that, Larissa crawled onto the bed and quickly made her way over your body, hovering above you and greedily making your lips her own as she moaned filthily into your mouth at the sensation of you already whimpering and squirming beneath her. You caught a quick glimpse of her heavy-lidded eyes taking you in for a moment, the heels, sharp, still adorning her perfect figure; she was simply too sultry and perfectly crafted for you to handle.
Her hand grabbed at your face, contorting your cheeks and lips slightly as she pushed your face to the side and attached her lips to your neck, now returning the favour of the small embellishments you had decorated her body with earlier. The way she latched onto you harshly before carefully soothing each contusion with a gentle stroke of her tongue made the ceiling above you spin. The noises falling from your mouth were choked, strangled, already hoarse as you tried harder and harder to catch your breath the lower her sweet mouth found itself. Larissa wrapped her lips around a nipple and your back arched up off of the mattress. She was lapping against it before sucking harshly with teeth and then gently licking again. The overwhelming dichotomy between rough and tender made tears pool in your eyes. You couldn’t decide if you wanted her to absolutely destroy you for all you were worth, or spend the rest of your lives lovingly ensuring that no single patch of each other’s skin was left neglected, without being tasted and without sweet promises and poems of yearning being whispered against it.
“Need you, Riss.” You choked out in a strangled breath. “Really need you.”
“Yeah?” Her voice was sickeningly coy and sweet as she gazed up to meet your eye and you swore that the softness in that moment could have destroyed you for all you are worth within itself. Puppy dog eyes and a childish nod dripping with want told Larissa all she needed to know. You needed to take care of each other. Go to the ends of the earth to nurture and bring pleasure to one another as if it were the last thing you were ever appointed to do. You needed to make love.
Larissa crawled up your body again and her parted lips met yours, tongues swirling against each other for a moment before her strong hands fell to your aching thighs.
“That’s it. Open yourself up for me.” She whispered softly and guided your legs apart. “Such a sweet girl.”
The feeling of her fingertips beginning to carefully trace the stretch marks that laid on your thighs, and old, fading love bites she had left behind for you a few nights prior, had your hips shaking and rising up off of the bed. She hushed you lovingly, stroking the skin with her thumbs and bringing you back down to earth as your eyes met.
“I’ll take care of you.” Larissa whispered so softly it was barely audible, but you believe you would have felt it somehow, had you not been listening intently and examining every shape her lips made as she spoke to you as though you were the only other being ever created just for her.
“Please. Please take care of me.” You whined, and Larissa became mindful of the jolts beginning to wrack your body under her gentle touch, so she moved into action to ease your need. She reached over to the nightstand - not without giving your leg a gentle squeeze as she did so - and put her hand into the drawer. The momentary absence of her gaze and full attention was palpable, your stomach already twisting and longing for her to return to you. She picked up a smooth, lilac vibrator - darlingly complementing the soft blue of her underwear - and returned to your gaze. You were whole again. You watched as her thumb moved to turn on the button with a click, eliciting a familiar buzz from the device.
“Please.” You cried out. The blown pupils and glossiness pooling your eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Your eyes were begging for her in ways your speech was failing you.
“I’ll be gentle with you. You’re just a little thing, aren’t you, hm?” Larissa cooed sweetly from above you. You melted at her words. She looked to you and waited for a nod - to which you delivered instantly and enthusiastically - and she lowered the buzzing device down to press it carefully against your clit. Your hips thrashed instantly and your head threw back, choked moans falling from your throat as your hips began to jerk against it. She kept it still and observed every move your body made with a great curiosity. She loved to examine you, her responsive little doll.
“Look at me.” Larissa spoke softly. Your mouth was hanging open and your brow knitted in rapture already, eyes heavy and glossy but you met her eye. She crawled closer to you and edged her underwear clad core toward the vibrator before letting her eyes roll back at the sensation. She held it still between the both of you, her on her knees and lowering herself down onto it as it remained between your legs and pressed against you. The feeling of her weight pushing the device and its buzzing further against you made you cry out. It was when Larissa began to grind down against you that you became a blubbering mess beneath her. The feeling of sharing the sensation between your bodies as you both ground against the same source of vibration was just almost too much to handle.
“God, so good.” Larissa groaned breathily. “So fucking good. So beautiful.”
Her words slurred slightly, completely drunk on the feeling and the sight of you falling apart under her. She cursed herself for not simply sharing the vibrator with you sooner, and she swore you may have been doing the same. The sight of where your bodies met - hers clothed and growing darker with dampness and yours bare and dripping - with the buzzing device still between you was dizzying.
Larissa was rocking herself against you, eyes shut tightly and hands searching for your shoulders in effort to steady herself. Beautiful strings of obscenities came from her lips as she started to become lost in her own world at the sensation that was pushing her closer and closer. She was a part of you but you still longed for her. You reached up to grab her by the face, lulling her out of her bliss and capturing her attention, and you guided her closer to you, desperate to fuse your body to hers eternally in some way, but settling for pulling her back to reality and bringing her nose to brush against yours, eyes piercing each other’s with an impenetrable stare between each other. You saw her soul, you saw the little stars bursting behind her eyes as she worked her body against yours, fucking herself against the shuddering mess that was your own hips.
“I love you.” You wailed. You were so close, the sensation of the vibration and the sight of Larissa’s body tensing and panting and thrashing itself against yours growing overwhelming.
“I love you s - so much. My sweet girl.” Larissa panted in small broken cries and her movements became sloppier but more desperate as she took your face in her hands, her face still in yours, and drank in the way you ogled over her fluttering eyelids and contorted face, and the sounds of the mattress struggling under your frantic movements.
“I’m so - I’m gonna - baby.” You screamed out and she was so close to you, she breathed in your air as her own.
“Me too, baby. Me too. Come - come with me. Do it for me. That’s my girl.” She managed to cry out in response, urging you to let go in the safety of her arms. Something snapped inside of you and suddenly everything burst; beams of light flooded into the room and your body was jerking and thrashing beyond your control against the mattress and against Larissa who was, too, now a blubbering mess as she fell apart entirely. You had never heard such primal, unabashed cries of pure euphoria from Larissa before and it only kept you coming undone for longer. Your bodies were contorting a few moments further until Larissa’s face collapsed into your neck and she brought an unsteady hand to remove the device from between your trembling bodies, which still buzzed without the stimulation.
The scent of her and both of your bodies filled the air that you drank in desperately to catch your breath and ground yourself, with Larissa rising and sinking with your chest as she lay with her face still buried in the crook of your neck. You heard a sniffling sound and suddenly panic ripped you out the tranquil cloud the two of you had been wrapped up in.
“Are you okay? Mama?” You called out to Larissa who was concerningly still but continuing to sniffle quietly. “Hey. Can you look at me?”
You ran your fingers through her hair, your best effort to soothe the exhausted woman and try desperately to pluck whatever was ailing her from her beautiful brain. She struggled to lift her head but she managed. The blue of her eyes met yours and revealed tears that had began to smudge mascara marks from her perfect eyes. A beaming smile met you too, though, and the concern in your stomach finally settled upon seeing nothing but dizzying, inebriated bliss painted over her face.
“I just love you so much. I can’t believe I get to love you.” Larissa’s voice grew unsteady as she spoke as the wobble of a small cry threatened to spill. Wordlessly, you threw your arms around her and stroked her hair, your own tears dripping onto her head.
“I can’t believe I get to love you.”
The two of you laid sleepily in that tranquil cloud, tears falling but caught by the gentle touches and safe nurturing as you held each other tightly. You weren’t going anywhere.
A 15 MINUTE VIDEO OF GWEN TALKING ABOUT HER LIFE IN LOOKS, I THINK MY LIFE HAS REACHED ITS NIRVANA.
AND I remember every single one of those looks, I WAS THERE adoring her. What a great video, I'm so proud to be a fan of her for so long (10 years this year), she NEVER lets me down <3
Spent my new years with my coworker I'm in love with and my coworker that I would pay to see put down <3
Clueless Fool
Synopsis: New years party with the teachers from Nevermore, reader is dragged into a game. You're also incredibly dense.
You shook your head with a smile plastered on your face as your coworkers tried to drag you into their little game.
"Come on Y/n! You can't keep everything a secret!" One called out as you rolled you eyes.
They were playing their own version of truth or dare, either you answer a question asked about yourself or you take a shot. You were driving home and didn't exactly love telling your coworkers who you've only known for the semester about your personal life.
"I'm good I got Brin's cupcakes to keep me company" You said earning a roar of "booo"
"What if we don't make you drink like... a lot!" One started "Yeah no shots! Just some wine" Another pitched in, "The wine is good, It's from the vineyard in Montpelier" Your boss smiled "And I'd like to see you relaxed" She commented before shooting a wink your way.
You felt your cheeks turn red standing for a moment, what'd she mean by that? She wants to see me relaxed?.... that's nice of her, she thinks I'm stressed. Silly Larissa.
"I think if you don't play at least a few rounds then you'll be required to be in charge of the next team building meeting" Larissa said making you groan a little "Ok fine" You sighed like a dramatic teenager before sitting down on the ground, next to Larissa who was sitting on the couch.
"The floor?" She laughed a little "Erin's couch hurts my back, I came over for Christmas to give her a candle and I left feeling like my 87 year old grandmother" You joked earning a chuckle from her. She let out a hum, "Mm you know, I give very good massages" She said and you smiled "Oh! That's nice, I don't really like massages though, feels weird" You said earning a few laughs from your coworkers.
___
You were sitting silently, nobody had asked you anything. Honestly it was releaving, no telling your secrets.
"Y/n," damn it "What's your type?" One asked.
You sat silent for a moment contemplating answering.
"Ummm.... I dunno... tall people infatuate me" You said "Tall mean people infatuate me" You continued "And older women, I've never really thought too deeply about it.... I guess people who are also my opposite, when I was in highschool I dated a girl that was my polar opposite and that lasted like.... two weeks? It was horrible but the idea is nice" You ranted earning a few nods.
"Of course you like tall girls. What are you? Like 4'2?" Erin asked earning laughs from everyone "I don't need this negativity going into the new year ok?" You laughed.
Soon it was the next person's turn, "Larissa, what's your type?" They asked earning a small smile.
"Can we make guesses first?" Someone asked "By all means go ahead" Larissa said taking a sip from her wine glass.
You watched as her lips connected to the glass, parting for the liquid, then closing again as she let the wine fall down her throat.
"Ok ok umm...." They paused laughing at their own thought "Ok in my little head you are head over heals for people way shorter than you" One said earning some nods.
"I do, good job" She said "Short, very pationate about plants, there is just something about that person also being very reserved, and also my polar opposite, maybe a little clueless" She described and you let out a hum "Ok Larissa go off I guess" You said with a small laugh before going silent and thinking for a moment.
I'm.... the average height... I teach Botany, and love it more than anything, I don't like telling people about my personal life... I am honestly very different from Larissa. She's very professional at all times... I honestly took very little seriously. And I do take a minute to understand some things.
"Hey.... wait a damn minute" You looked up at the woman with furrowed brows. She smiled looking down at you "Moving forward, Y/n do you have any pets" She asked "Yes, a cat and a dog, do you?" You countered "I'm actually about to get one" Larissa said shooting you another wink as red crept onto your cheeks.
"..... you know I'm getting some interesting vibes right now and it is far last my bed time for me to be thinking rationally" You leaned back on the couch propping your head up with your arm on the cushion.
"We should get you to bed soon then" She said "You know if need be you can stay with me, it's closer" She said "And that means you can enjoy some drinks" She continued and you hummed.
"Ok... but only because Rowen makes a mean cocktail" You joked "Oh hell yeah! We get to meet drunk Y/n!" Rowen shouted before jumping up and heading to the kitchen.
___
Soon you were falling asleep, giggling like an idiot at every joke told, you had flushed cheeks, and were talking nonsense.
"You know, I'm pretty sure my dog knows what I'm saying. Cause like no way she hears 'let's go home' and is like 'yeah that's not words' you know? Like it's like.... I dunno what I even just said honestly" You rambled earning laughs from everyone.
"Ok you are losing it I think darling" Larissa said placing a hand on your head, playing with your hair "It's not midnight though, no new year" You turned to face her only to bury your face into the couch instead.
"Yes but you're telling us your conspiracy theories about your dog now" She laughed "It's the truth" You exclaimed "I'm sure it is" She said as she stood "I'm going to take my leave, have a lovely new year" Larissa said as she helped you up "You know in Flagstaff, Arizona they do a pinecone drop instead if a ball drop?" You mumbled as you leaned against Larissa's side.
"Very good to know, let's go" She said with a small laugh, combing your hair out of your face.
After saying your goodbyes you sat in her car slowly sobering up.
Once she parked at her home you were now a lot more stable, "Would you like something to eat? I didn't see you eat much at Erin's" Larissa commented and you nodded slightly "That wouldn't be a bother would it?" You asked and she shook her head.
The two of you found yourselves in her kitchen, you sat eating the grilled cheese she gave you as she watched you.
"Y/n" She said making you look up at her "Do you.... would you happen to like anyone?" She asked and you shrugged, "I like a lot of people, Rowen is nice.... so is Brin, oh that Addams girl I like her. She's very good at identifying plants" You rambled smiling at her she hummed slightly and nodded staring at you.
You turned back to your food and she spoke again "I mean like... do you have feelings for anyone?" She asked and you looked back up at her and went silent "I'm sorry I shouldn't ask I'm your boss" She stood up straight "Um when you're done you can just put that in the sink, I'll go set up the guest bed" She said heading towards the door.
"Wait wait no I... do you... Um do you like anybody?" You asked quickly standing and walking over to her, nearly tripping over yourself, she stood for a moment silent, before starting to laugh. You furrowed your brows at her amusement, "Oh my god, this whole time I- you just-" She continued to laugh.
"Come on! I'm not that funny!" You glare "Oh my goodness Y/n, you- with all due respect you are very dense" She laughed and you frowned "What?" You asked as she calmed down, she smiled at you before setting a hand on your shoulder "All night long I've been flirting with you" She said and your eyes widened "Nuh-uh how so?" You asked.
"Who else do I know that loves their little plants more than anything? Or is so reserved? Or this short?" She asked "I'M NOT SHORT DAMN IT YOU'RE 6 FOOT!" You whined as she hummed "Mhm and what did you think I meant by 'I'm getting a new pet tonight'?" She asked and you stared.
"..... a puppy" You said making her laugh again "And the back massage?" She asked "Were you not just being nice???" You asked with wide eyes as she shook her head and laughed.
"Think long and hard Y/n" She said as she calmed down.
Was it you? No way, she didn't interact with you often... just visits to your classroom every other day, she'd bought you a bottle of wine and some flowers for Christmas, but you assumed she did that for everyone. She also offered to have tea with you often, and would send you lunch when she heard you forgot to bring your own.... no... BRO
"OH MY FUCKING GOD" Your face flushed as realization hit you like a truck "NO- YOU- I- ME???" You asked "NO WAY" You yelled.
"Do you need a little help understanding?" She asked "I-i well I- you... maybe??" You stuttered out earning a hum before feeling a hand on your cheek then lips on your own. You could feel your whole body burning up as your eyes shot wide.
She pulled away moments later keeping her hand on your cheek as she stared into your eyes as you both stood in silence.
What felt like hours was truly 2 minutes then she broke the silence, "Are the feelings mutual?" She asked earning quick nonstop nodding "Y-yeah no totally yeah! I- Well I had thought that you were just being nice! Oh my gosh!" You smiled making her laugh a little.
You felt you phone start buzzing in your pocket, quickly grabbing it spotting the New Year notification from your calander, Larissa spotted it and smiled "Happy new year" She leaned her forehead against yours, "Do I get extentions on my paperwork deadlines now" You joked "Don't push it" She laughed.
Okay, so a lot of us have been wondering where to find that clip of Gwen saying “I like it when you talk like that, it makes me want to destroy you.”
Well, thanks to my amazing best friend Savalina, I managed to download it for you guys. It’s from Nathaniel Mellors’ short film The Saprophage and it’s incredibly confusing and weird.
Enjoy<3
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“This is a strange conversation we're having because you're kind of talking to both of us.”
Another admirer of both Paul and CHRISTEENE is Gwendoline Christie, the shapeshifting actress who has worked on everything from pop culture juggernauts like Game of Thrones and Tim Burton’s Wednesday to arthouse gems like Flux Gourmet. Before she joins renegade electro-pop solo act Fever Ray on tour, CHRISTEENE sat down with Christie for a deep and dirty conversation on raw self-expression, corrupting high fashion, and conducting the FUKK TRAIN.
Whenever I read a scene like this in a fanfic I quickly proceed to lose my mind! Blatant self insert reader this was a very self indulgent sketch for me XD
"You are that motherfucker who spilt coffee all over me and almost made me miss my plane in the cafeteria and now we’re stuck beside each other for this 4-hour flight; wait a second, did you just fall asleep on my shoulder? Oh god you look cute while sleeping"
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Your day was only beginning but already could not get worse. You needed to get the 10 a.m. plane from Newark to South Burlington in twenty minutes, and the barista was infuriatingly slow.
The queue was moving at a sloth's pace, and when it finally got to you, you could only control yourself not to run from the cafeteria to the gates in a panic. But you had some semblance of self-respect and settled for a quick walk; not everyone was you, though.
When you were just getting to the glass doors, someone from your left, too preoccupied with texting on their phone, crashed right into you, spilling your drink all over the nice suit jacket you bought for your first day at your new job. Great! Perfect! Now you had a ruined jacket, no other clothes to change into for the flight and worst of all: no coffee.
"Watch it, damn it!" you yelled at the person rapidly shooting apologies to you from over your head.
Over your head? What? You stopped to look the person in the face, and could not help but hold your breath for two to three seconds. Standing tall beside you was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and you'd seen some very fine women in your college days. Art school had all types of exquisite people, from models to actresses and tormented poets who always managed to surprise you in bed.
No, the silvery blond with reddened lips and badass sunglasses was the most gorgeous woman you'd ever laid eyes on.
You didn't know what to say for a bit, watching the regret and kindness wash away from the woman's face and be replaced by an arched brow and an unimpressed sneer.
"I am tremendously sorry," she definitely wasn't, "I should have looked" her tone was icy, and her posture was erect, although her smile was sickenly sweet.
You cursed yourself for your temper and tried to remedy your behaviour by sweetly reassuring her that it was all fine, but all you received in return was a side grin and scrunched nose that didn't convey the normal cuteness you'd think but utter distaste before she walked away in those mile-long legs and disappeared in the crowd.
Only you to fuck up so well what could have been a nice airport chat and, with any luck, exchange of numbers (you were smooth enough, it wasn't difficult to pick up women most times). Sighing, you went to your gate to get on the plane and finally be done with it all. Four hours of flight and you'd be starting your brand new life at Nevermore Academy. All the stress would be worth it.
It wasn't forty minutes later when the last passengers were boarding the plane and you saw her again. That goddess of a woman, walking down the corridor looking at the numbers on the seats. She had a scarf around her hair now and gracious gloved hands you hadn't noticed before. She didn't see you at first but stopping by the seat beside you, she looked up and saw you and the notebooks on your lap. You could guess your face was paler than the white sheets of paper all around.
She breathed deeply, and you briefly wondered if she would start a fight with you right now, in the middle of the plane, to get rid of the earlier stress you caused her. Wait, what? She bumped into you! You were the one with the right to be annoyed!
But she didn't do anything. She didn't even say anything or acknowledge your presence before sitting in the comfortable recliner beside you and picking up a novel from her rather tasteful tote bag (how could a motherf*cking tote bag be tasteful?? What the hell?). She proceeded to read for the next couple of hours, giving you the cold shoulder you were starting to think you didn't deserve all that much. Ok, you snapped at her once, but you apologised, right? Oh, no, you didn't. Well fuck.
You also didn't want to interrupt her and elicit more of her wrath, so you just resigned to admiring her from the corner of your eyes every few minutes. Damn, she was fine.
At eleven thirty, the plane made a one-hour stop at Washington, D.C., and some passengers were starting to get up to walk around or buy some snacks at the airport. You decided to have a stroll and left the tall, mysterious drama queen with her book. She could brood all she liked; you needed that coffee and some fresh air if you were to spend two more hours controlling yourself from trying to pass her a pickup line or not drool over the elegant movement of her fingers turning pages.
She did soft sounds while reading. You noticed it half an hour into the flight. While you were writing some notes and adjusting your schedule for the upcoming week, she would lightly chuckle or release a small huff as if frustrated with the character's choice in the story. It was mesmerising, utterly adorable, and you had to refrain from telling her to shut up if she didn't want to be kissed.
This airplane crush was getting out of hand, and while waiting for your coffee to get ready you decided to act.
Back in the blue-carpeted corridor, you strode confidently to your seat and weren't surprised to find the lovely woman still there. She wasn't reading this time but apparently writing on her phone. You could not abstain from feeling a bit frustrated by it being the entire reason that breathtaking piece of paradise was annoyed at you.
"Hey" you started, very charmingly of course, "I thought you'd be hungry by now, I haven't seen you eat since we left Newark and brought you these almond butter and banana roll-ups" you give her a smile you truly hoped was one of your cute ones that every girl at bars said made you look adorably sweet and naive.
She looked up at you and, for the first time, you saw her eyes without sunglasses. Of course she would have beautiful deep pools of blue in which you'd happily drown on. She looked questioningly at the treat neatly wrapped in a fancy cardboard box with leaves and flowers printed on it and back at you. Did you really sound that much of an asshole for her to be so suspicious?
"I didn't know if you were a vegetarian or vegan or whatever, so a went vegan to be safe" you shrugged lamely, trying to seem casual and not at all the weirdo that yelled at someone and was now pathetically trying to pave a road back to civility with them... and maybe a bit more than just civility.
"Thank you," she said uncertainly, taking the tiny package from your hand and sweet Jesus a glove could not make you shiver like that, it was against the law, "You didn't have to" she seemed a bit speechless, and you counted that as better than outright telling you to piss off.
"But I wanted to" you smiled charmingly at her and went to your seat. Some color was beginning to paint her cheeks and you couldn't help the smugness you felt by eliciting a response like that from her. She was not an ice wall after all.
"I wanted to apologise for how I acted earlier" you started again while she untied the lace around the cute box, a sweet banana scent coming from it when opened "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I was just a bit on edge to get to the plane" you chuckled.
"And yet I made it to the plane too, being polite and all" ooookay she was a bit of a bastard then. You liked the sass.
"Yes, indeed you made it" you laughed at that, beginning to feel that bubbly excitement of flirting in your sternum "To my delight".
She laughed with the food in her mouth, bringing her hand to cover it while she tried to control herself and finish eating.
"What do mean, delight? I've acted like a stubborn brooding child for the past two hours" she was laughing a throaty deep laugh now and you couldn't get enough of it. God, this woman would be the end of you.
"Yes, but I enjoyed watching you read. Very regal and imposing" she smiled at that, turning a bit redder but relaxing, her shoulders dropping a bit with a breath.
"So when you aren't being an irritable prat you're a charmer?" she arched a brow at you and you felt it like a blow to the stomach. That girl had some serious balls.
The flight improved 200% after that, with you asking her about the novel she was reading (Emma) and her taking an interest in your general class notes on classical portrayals of discriminated races throughout history. Turns out she supported normie-outcast-relations and thought it was an important issue to address in the modern era (which yes, finally someone agrees with you — it was so goddamn hard to find other normies that weren't scared shitless of people with superpowers) and you had very similar ideas on it.
Larissa, you learned, was not cold and unfriendly at all. She was a sweet bundle of nerves in a position of power at some institution that seemed unable to work without sending her e-mails every half hour. It was actually what she was doing when you bumped at the cafeteria, and you felt like the biggest dumbass on earth when she told you.
Around one you had fallen into a comfortable silence; her arm pressed against yours between the seats. You were slowly pilling up the courage to maybe graze her fingers and see if she would hold your hand when a weight fell on your shoulder and Larissa was sleeping against you.
You were ready to die then and there. Y/n, the happiest puppy alive on planet Earth. She was breathing softly against your neck and her throat was close to your shoulder. Although you really didn't mind the warmth from her small outtakes of breath, that could not be comfortable at all, so you tried to gently settle her until she seemed satisfied enough. If the light moan she made when her nose met your neck was anything to go by, you were sure she was fine. And for the seven hells, you weren't. How did she dare moan so close to your ear? Against your goddamned skin? If you could melt from overheating you would be a puddle at her feet.
The thing was, she wasn't just sinfully gorgeous, she was also heartbreakingly soft and comforting and sweet and everything good that ever existed. You could tell that underneath the mascara her eyelashes were pale and the little tip of her upturned nose was the cutest thing to ever be made in the entire history of the human race. You could spend an eleven-hour flight easily just cataloguing every inch of her face and fantasizing about getting the chance to kiss those lipstick-red lips, wondering if it would smudge and show everyone who saw you what you were doing. You had a feeling it would smudge, and if it didn't you'd have to put extra effort into showing people she was yours.
Jesus, that was a bit too much, wasn't it? But with her cheek pressed against your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel it wasn't. Truthfully it wasn't even near enough.
The airplane landed shortly after, and you dreaded having to wake her up and lose the warm pressure. You didn't have to, tough. The movement caused by the landing woke Larissa, who breathed deeply into your skin and rapidly sat up, suddenly tense.
She was turning a very becoming shade of red, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.
"Good morning, princess" you teased.
"Oh, shut up!" she hid her face in her hands "I can't believe I slept on you, oh my god"
"Don't act so mortified. You are much nicer when sleeping, I enjoyed myself immensely" you laughed at her murderous face and you both started getting ready to exit.
You didn't want to lose her at the airport, but after getting your luggage it was quite easy to spot her. You thanked god for your taste in women and approached the tall goddess.
"Hey, I know this might be a little too soon, but would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" you tried the casual excuse to have her phone number, and she laughed. She laughed! The guts!
"I think coffee should be avoided near me" she winked, and you were going to die "But I'd love to meet again, maybe we could have hot chocolate at this cosy cafe in the city I'm near, Jericho."
Your brows went up, was this destiny?
"Actually, I'll be living there for a while til I get settled on my new job, so that would be perfect!"
"Really?" she seemed excited, but a small crease formed between her eyebrows and she looked you up and down before snapping out of whatever thought she was having and picking up her phone to save your number.
You didn't receive any messages, and that was expected just over two hours after you parted. You were about to meet with the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for your new position as the new history teacher and not having your nice suit jacket was making you nervous. Of course everything would be fine, but you wanted to make a good impression nonetheless.
When the door opened, a redheaded woman led you inside the most extravagant and tasteful office you'd ever seen. But behind the desk wasn't your new boss... seated in a fitted pistachio-coloured dress was Larissa. The beautiful stranger who spent half a flight cosily sleeping on your shoulder just hours ago.
"Y/n y/ln?" Larissa asked politely as if nothing was the bother.
"Principal Weems, I presume" you were so screwed.
"What a delight to see you again so soon" she smiled devilishly.
You were in shock, every inch of your body overjoyed and strangely aroused when a voice knocked you off your half trance.
oo if you want i think larissa petting a cat in her lap/holding one in her arms would be cute as sketch :D i am fully convinced that she has a soft spot for cats !
omg yes I love that idea thank you so much for the prompt, she's totally a softie for cats and I will not be convinced otherwise! I like to think it would bring out a softer and playful side of her.
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