They were getting desperate now. They couldn't do it with Phillip in the house, because they were yet to tell him about 'them' and besides, he didn't want to hear it anyway. After all, it was his aunt and his ex-stepdad-to-be. But it was getting harder and harder to control themselves and they had both found themselves getting more and more sexually frustrated. Rachel couldn't focus on her paperwork and Eddie had already had a go at his year 11s for nothing, even reducing one girl to tears. Enough was enough.
By lunchtime Eddie had decided that enough was enough. He came storming into Rachel's office and locked the door. "Eddie, what are you doing?" asked Rachel nervously as he began to advance towards her.
"Look Rach, I need you and I need you now. We can't do it at your place, we can't do it at mine because the bloody boiler's broken, and i can't wait until we have time to book a hotel, besides which, Phil would get suspicious, so we really have no choice," he told her.
"You know what Eddie, screw it. I'm in!" Rachel grinned as he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers, her hands working their way into his hair, fingers raking through it as he pushed her against the desk.
Before long, shirts were being unbuttoned and the piles of clothes built up on the floor. Rachel wrapped her legs around Eddie's waist, his lips at her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. They tried to keep it quiet but they were struggling to control themselves as the clothes continued to come off, Rachel's skirt and Eddie's trousers, a bra and, before long, pants too.
Later as they finally began to recover, minds still spinning, they found themselves lying on the office floor. Rachel's hair was finally as mussed up as Eddie had wanted, her neck well and truly marked as his, her lips puffy and red. As Rachel finally sat up, freeing herself from his arms, she grinned at him. "Not bad Mr Lawson, not bad at all."
"I'd give it an A*," he winked as he kissed her again, feeling her lips turn up in a smile against his own. "I love you Rachel Mason."
"God," she murmured contentedly, "I love you too, but we should probably put some clothes on before Bridget gets back, or someone comes up here to report WW3."
Before long they were both dressed, if slightly crumpled looking, just in time for Steph to appear at the door. "Rachel, I need a-" she stopped short when she saw them. Eddie cleared his throat and snuck past, his eyes on the ground. Steph looked from one to the other in shock.
"Steph? I haven't got all day." Rachel said curtly.
"Um, I need a word. It's about Nathan Johnson in my year 8?"
When Steph returned to the staff room and reported back, everyone thought she was exaggerating. "Come on Steph, no one's denying there's something going on with those two, but I don't believe they were shagging in Rachel's office of all places. It can't be true. It's Rachel, for god's sake," Tom said.
"Well I saw it with me own eyes! I'm telling you, it was unmistakable, you should have seen-" at that moment, in walked Eddie.
The room went silent. His hair was messy and his clothes crumpled and he looked smug as anything as he walked over to the kettle. "Tea or coffee, anyone?" He asked as Rachel slipped in.
"Coffee for me," she said as the rest of the staff looked her up and down in utter wonder. Though her hair merely looked slightly ruffled, she hadn't managed to conceal the hickey at the base of her neck and her lips were plump and puffy still. "You lot are quiet today," she told them, coming to sit beside a flabbergasted Tom.
"I'm a bit tired," Steph replied, smirking, "I was up all night. What about you Rachel, get much sleep?"
"I did, actually, Steph. I slept like a log," Rachel grinned, catching Eddie's eye across the room.