Summary: Reader wants to world to know about their relationship with Larissa and goes too far making her jealous.
Plans Of Jealousy
You are infatuated with Larissa Weems. She's very fond of you. You've been secretly dating for months. She insisted the relationship was to be kept quiet. It wouldn't look right for a teacher to be dating the principal.
One evening, the two of you were spending time together in her bedroom and the subject of your relationship came up. Again. You felt it was time to let people know, but she was still against it. An argument ensued. You left her quarters in a huff.
Days later, things were still tense and you barely spoke to each other unless you needed to. Plans were being made for a parent teacher event. A party for the parents to mingle with the teachers and discuss things casually.
The night of the event, you spotted Morticia in the crowd. An idea sprang to mind and you acted upon it. You made your way over to her and struck up a conversation. You hit it off right away. She was witty and funny and easy to talk to. And she was beautiful as well. You laughed at each other's jokes, even touched one another's arm or hand at times.
Larissa was across the room with a half a glass of wine, talking to various people. Her eyes scanned the room looking for you. She'd seen you earlier, but now you had moved to a new location since she'd last seen you by the bar. And then she saw you. No big deal, at first. Until she noticed the laughing. The intimate little touches of an arm or hand. The way you hung on every word Morticia spoke.
Larissa finished the last of her wine in one large gulp. Her jaw clenched tight as she watched you flirt with Morticia. Someone was speaking to Larissa but she didn't hear a word of what he was saying. She was watching you like a hawk.
You happened to glance over and your eyes locked with hers. You felt her piercing stare go straight through you. She was seething with jealousy. You knew she was protective of you. You knew how jealous she got when you were too friendly with anyone but her. You could practically hear her heartbeat pounding with rage. Your plan was working.
You knew you should leave it at that, but you wanted to make a point. You decided to go for the gold. You leaned in very close to Morticia and placed your lips centimeters from her ear and whispered something silly that would make her laugh. It was nothing to do with anything. Just a funny little comment. Morticia leaned her head back and laughed. You looked towards Larissa with a smirk on your face and started to laugh as well.
Larissa squeezed her hand into a fist and her wine glass shattered into pieces and fell to the floor. The man who she'd been absent-mindedly ignoring gasped and jumped back. Larissa threw the remaining loose pieces of glass aside and plowed through the floor of people between you and her. Amazingly, there wasn't a mark on her hand. Her face though was filled with rage. Her eyebrows furrowed. Her mouth practically snarling. If anyone was in her way, she pushed passed them with ease.
You started to worry and regret taking things too far. You quickly tried to think of an apology but there was no time. She was almost in front of you. Morticia happened to see her striding towards you and looked a bit worried.
When Larissa finally reached you, you thought for sure she was going to slap you across your face. Instead, she grabbed your face and pulled it to hers, kissing you so hard you nearly lost your balance. She pulled away, a fire of anger still in her eyes.
"You belong to me," she growled.
Normally, this would have put people off, but it was a turn-on to you. Larissa finally publicly admitted that she was in a relationship with you. You couldn't have been happier. And the whole possessive, dominating thing was something you loved about her. You'd just never seen it this amplified before. You relished in it.
Later, after the party, she came to your room to apologize. But you instantly stopped her from doing so and said you were the one who should be apologizing. You told her you thought nothing of Morticia and you had only wanted to make her a bit jealous so she'd appreciate you better. You admitted you went overboard. Larissa smiled slightly and nodded in understanding.
"I thought for sure you were gonna slap me," you said jokingly.
"I very well should have," she said with a fake serious tone.
"So we're okay?" you asked, your hands sliding down her arms.
"Mmhm," she hummed, placing her hands on your sides and pulling you closer to her. "And I suppose we don't have to hide our relationship any longer. Well played. I guess I should have just listened to you in the first place and skipped the whole public show."
"And miss seeing you go crazy with jealousy over me? Not a chance!" you teased.
She squinted an eye and raised a brow trying to look upset but gave in to a smile. "Oh, I'm sure there will be plenty of other chances for that, dear."
You wrapped your arms around her and held her tight before she gave you a loving kiss and led you to bed. No more sneaking around from now on.
