Author's notes: This work belongs to a prompt series which I'm uploading to AO3 called A World of Bloody Evolution (my user name is Nerel too). I would do the same here but fanfiction doesn't allow the format I require, so all the stories are going to be uploaded as separate works, even so, if you are interested on me writing something just leave a prompt and a pairing and I'll try to comply as soon as possible. Without further ado, enjoy!
Glynda didn't hate Ironwood even if she was always aggressive when talking to him. It was just... he hadn't changed, at all. He still was a bossy, I'm-always-right, know-it-all, competitive prick. He had all those macho ideas on his head and Glynda couldn't stand them.
But old passions die hard.
There was a time when they loved each other, well, maybe it wasn't truly love, she couldn't remember. She had never been one for relationships. In the past, when they were still students, they had dated, yes, but Glynda still didn't know why. Maybe because those weren't exactly times of peace, people lived fast and died young; maybe because she had been tricked by a few beautiful words that had made her weak, infatuated; maybe because at that time she still had hope, dreams…
She regretted having gone out with him, for a few moments of happiness there had been too many hardships, shouts, quarrels, their team dynamics had been destroyed but she couldn't deny that while it wasn't love there was something else, lust, desire, want, need… that at that time had made difficulties seem worthy.
And they hadn't disappeared with the flux of time.
Seeing him after so many years had made all those feelings overflow.
"Oh, James... I'll be outside." She said, masking those long forgotten sensations with a tint of nonchalance as she left the room. Glynda had tried to avoid Ironwood at all costs not liking the feeling of... discontrol that took over her when she was near him.
When Ozpin called the three of them, Glynda, Qrow and James, to his office she made sure to be there extra early but James had had the same idea. Upon seeing him, Glynda turned on her heels and walked away with a look of annoyance.
"Glynda... we have to talk. We cannot go on like this, we are not children anymore so please, behave."
"Behave?" She repeated, lifting an eyebrow. Those words splashed her like cold water, that man's nerve... Maybe... maybe she was being a little selfish, and she could be really stubborn and a bit difficult when she wanted to but she couldn't allow Mr. Perfect to call her childish.
Specially not him.
She gripped his tie and dragged him to the elevator.
There were no words exchanged.
The moment the doors closed she pinned him against the wall and ravished his lips giving in to her hidden desires. She would show him she wasn't a child.
Clothes were torn.
Zippers slid down.
Breaths blended.
Skin met skin.
There wasn't anything beautiful or romantic about it.
It was pure desire.
Raw lust.
Reminding him who was in charge felt extremely good.
"Oh, wow, getting frisky ain't we."
Absorbed as they were on one another they didn't hear the door open.
"Qrow."
"Take your time, I'm gonna use the stairs. And, by the way, nice butt, Glynda, for a woman your age, I mean."