It always turned into a matter for finding time when and where they could.
She walked into his office and walked around for a moment. She let her eyes glance along the pictures on the walls and the keepsakes that have found themselves places all around the tiny room. After a moment, she hops up on his desk and sits. Waiting …
After ten or so moments, he walks into his office himself. He smiles as he glances over to her and he closes the door behind him.
"You know, you could sit on the couch … that's what it's for you know." He remarks with a grin.
"Oh really?" She says as she slides off his desk. "I was pretty sure it had a slightly different purpose." She says mock-seductively as she walks over to him, her skirt skim her legs and her heels glide along the carpeted floor.
"Oh yeah?" He asked wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Mmm-hmm." She purrs; only to then look up at him and break into laughter, as does he.
Yes, they may have a mature relationship, but neither of them are what anyone would consider 'sexy'. She's young, he's not, and they love each other all the same. Regardless:
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips as she pushed him to the couch. She found herself in his lap quickly and kissing him frantically. His hand slid up her skirt and was stroking her thigh. She, on the other hand, had her fingers at the base of his neck.
They shouldn't have let it happen, they both knew it …
She let her tongue brush his lips before pulling away and whispering "See you tomorrow. Same time, same place." She then stood up from his lap, he nodded; and after re-adjusting her skirt she waltzed out the door perfectly balanced in her black paten-leather heels leaving him watching as she walked away.
"Young, and beautiful." He thought to himself.
"Older, distinguished …" She thought to herself as she let him cross her mind.
They were so, oddly, perfect for each other. It was impossible to let it pass them. How could they not take advantage of each other's hearts? It was just too bad no one else could ever know.
He left his office and closed the door which read "Mr. Yates - Band Director" on it. And as he glanced out the window he saw her getting into her car. And after a few moments, she pulled out of - not the staff , or visitors - but senior parking lot.