#p. noa

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“Not even a full week into the school year and I’ve had about six students use the fact that they got dumped as an excuse for not turning in an assignment.” Noa pulled off her reading glasses, rubbing her temples with a soft sigh. “Shouldn’t they be happy that I’m not giving them a test to see if they did their summer reading?”

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Rekindling

@ofshadowedhearts

The week had been long enough for Noa, returning into the swing of things after the holiday break and doing her best not to take it easy on her students. There were pockets of fresh air here and there; the anticipated scheduled appointment at the spa along with the gift she received from her husband at Christmas made her Wednesday go faster than normal. Thursday seemed to drag into Friday morning where a lingering goodbye kiss reminded Noa that she needn’t rush home after work. Eric would be leaving for some thing she really didn’t understand which would leave her time to grade some assignments and spend it with Hunter, uninterrupted on her side of the relationship. With Eric not coming home until Monday evening, it gave her plenty of time to unwind over the weekend and prepare herself for the next week ahead. If she didn’t already plan her own small weekend getaway.

She had left early enough that Sunday to get home to fix herself something to eat for dinner so she could buckle down and grade the short essays she had assigned. Noa still managed to hang onto the giddy sort of feeling she had whenever she left her rendezvous with Hunter. She leaned against the front door, letting out a content sigh, her eyes closing as she took a moment to return herself to the actual reality she’d have to face. 

The aroma of roasted chicken met her nostrils a few seconds later, causing her brows to furrow in confusion. She wasn’t going to see Eric until the next day and she certainly hadn’t left anything cooking over the course of the days while she was gone. As she approached the kitchen, soft music joined the scent of dinner and soon, the sight of her husband met her eyes. Noa’s smile softened as she gazed upon Eric for a moment before she crossed the room to wrap her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her lips to his shoulder. “You’re home early.” She moved around him to be face to face with him, raising up slightly to kiss him in proper greeting. “I missed you.”

Every fiber of her being missed Eric while he was gone, whenever he was gone. Her newer arrangement dulled that ache and there were times where she was worried that she was finding it more enticing than the man she had married. Things had changed from the beginning of their relationship to now, as were expected, but with Eric having retired they were focused on family building and that itself was enough stress after a while. On themselves and each other. She pulled back after taking in his scent -- cologne mixed with chlorine -- and let her hands rest on his hips. “I wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

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Black Mamba

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Even on a week long break, it seemed that Noa still was planning for the next quarter ahead or catching up on grades that were due before students were dismissed. Not that it changed a thing when it came to actually fulfilling her lesson plans, she never followed what she outlined for the administrators. So her students studied Shakespeare a little earlier than the other English classes and there were times she completely skipped over a section in favor of expanding an understanding on another subject. She described herself as a free spirit, her colleagues and students would say that she was flighty, flaky, unable to keep her focus. 

It was why during the week break, Noa usually would find a small corner in a cafe and spend two or three hours grading, revising her lesson plan and giving off the impression that she was going to follow it completely. No change of mind within the first five minutes of first period. It was a solid idea but even she knew herself enough to chuckle some at the idea of it all. 

She was in the zone -- or at least the set of character analysis that she had been plowing through were cohesive -- getting through the last stack of papers to grade and ready to relax for at least one day out of the week. Noa glanced up at the sound of a familiar voice and almost immediately shrunk down in her seat at the sight of the owner. Noa had no ill-will towards her but she definitely would rather not get into a conversation with the woman. Her spouse had hired Adele some time ago and every interaction Noa seemed to have with her was always terse, no matter if it was an exchange of pleasantries or getting to the nitty gritty of the business end. She did her best not to be noticed by the woman but it was too late, she was in her sights and Noa fixed her with a smile, albeit forced. “Good afternoon.” she greeted, returning to proper form. Grading would have to wait until later.

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@nightdrifters liked for a starter!

Noa let out a small sigh, playing with the spoon she had placed in her part of their shared dessert. She drummed her fingers against the surface of the table before nodding. “I’m...finding myself.” she said, barely above a whisper as if it was a big secret. “It works out with my partner choosing to do the same but...” Noa trailed off, shaking her head. Now was not the time to have this sort of conversation, then again, was there ever a time?