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The office is dark, silent. A silky blackness smothers every object into non-existence, the eerie twilight banished to the outdoors where snow and rain clash together in an ominous battle for supremacy, drumming harshly against the pane of glass that separates it from the warmth and comfort of the small room within.
But the stillness that had engulfed this room many hours ago is about to be disturbed and shadows reawakened.
Footsteps can be heard in the distance, stumbling, tentative. Heavy breathing follows, the sound of oxygen being pulled desperately into starved lungs as quickly as it had been taken away. A door opens and a hand grasps blindly – eyes otherwise occupied – searching purposefully; a flick of a switch and beautiful white light illuminates every crevice and corner of the room. More stumbling, bodies refusing to separate for even a second; not even stopping when limbs back into solid wood.
Supported only by the desk positioned in the centre of the room is the reason for the disturbance. A man and a woman to whom the office would mostly be occupied by during the daytime hours, the headmistress and her deputy, the colleagues that were much more than just co-workers and acquaintances. Much more, in fact, than the 'just friends' they both tried to convince themselves they were, in-between the stolen glances of love and lust and desire.
Lips assault lips and hands toy with clothing suggestively, half of which still litters the corridors on their journey through the school to their final destination. The smell of alcohol lingers in the air; the only indication of the events leading up to this moment; the intoxication tearing down the barriers neither had dared to cross when in a clear state of mind. But even through the fog, both knew that this wouldn't be forgotten in the morning; it wouldn't be regretted.
Anticipation boiled and bubbled; electricity and ice courses through veins and trembling fingers caress past the points of friendship. Any remaining clothing is pushed aside as lips uncover more skin to pepper with adoring, passionate kisses. Pupils dilate as minds fill with the thoughts of what is to come and bodies react to the stimulus of the bliss they are about to succumb to; a journey they will both take together.
Fiery breath hits moistened flesh as eyes lock for one final time and then, with one burning movement of hips, they are connected and gasps of euphoria are all that mingle within the air, resonating collectively in glorious harmony as they begin their sensuous, passion-fuelled dance.
Heavy breaths are punctuated by soft moans and pants as bodies thrash together in a pace that quickens with every movement. Fingertips search and grip blindly at anything within reach; slippery skin and cold, hard wood; as inhibitions are desperately fought to remain under control. Lips connect clumsily; concentration focused elsewhere as the desk beneath them thumps their symphony against the floor.
And then, without warning, the magnificent friction becomes too much as both voices cry out. Fingernails dig deep into flesh as limbs tighten and constrict, the highest state of euphoria reached together as their names escape in a whisper, repeating over and over again until the haze clears. Breathing begins to return to normal and body temperatures start to plummet.
A smile passes between them.
They are home.