Elena was lingering after class, hoping to talk to Alaric. She'd been putting this off, but she couldn't any longer. She was failing. One more F and she might end up in summer school.
As the students filed out, he was left alone. Success, she thought to herself, approaching him slowly. He was looking at the documents on his desk intently. She stopped before him and he didn't look up. "Alaric," she said in her best husky voice. "I was really hoping to talk to you about my grades." The desperation in her voice wasn't faked.
"I'm a little busy right now, Elena." He shuffled some papers around on his desk, and continued to not look up.
"Well, I-uh," Shit! What do you say after being dismissed so obviously? She leaned closer into him, trying to help gravity spill her boobs from her low-neckline tee. "Of course, you have your job, and I'd hate to get in your way, but I could—"
He looked up sharply. "Elena, helping you is a part of my job…I just can't right now. Why don't you come back later and we can talk about it over lunch?"
Stunned, she backed up. "S-sure," she stuttered. His eyes had never left hers, not even once peeking lower. She left the room wondering if he'd even noticed her slut attire. Cleavage top, thin cotton miniskirt, kitten heels. It was an outfit far more fitting for someone like Caroline, not her. And Alaric hadn't even noticed.
Unless, of course, he had noticed, and asking her to come back when they had more time was just his way of ensuring that they…had more time.
Thoughts of their earlier run-in were still fresh in Elena's mind as she came back to Alaric's room later for lunch. She hadn't been able to think about anything else all day. Now that she was outside of his door, her throat was dry and her breathes were coming in faster. She wasn't sure if she should do this.
Alaric was beyond sexy. He'd starred in Elena's fantasies many times. He was kind, funny, smart, and strong. And a great teacher. Not that she'd really know that, considering all the classes she'd missed. But did she really want to seduce him? For grades, no less? She sighed, her stomach not quite feeling up to the task. When she dreamt about this moment, red silk and candle-lit beach houses always came to mind. Not classrooms, not chalkboards, and not school papers. School Papers. Those things Elena never quite managed to turn in, and now the reason she was failing.
With a deep breath full of resolve and tension, she pushed open the door to his room. He looked up and beckoned her closer. He didn't look too happy. She stood still in front of him, gulping. "Elena, I looked at your files after you left. You've missed every assignment I've handed out so far." He dared her to say anything with a glare.
"I've been going through such a hard time. You, of all people, know what—"
"I have been having a tough time, too, Elena." He said softly. It was the first time Elena really thought about how hard all of these supernatural blows were affecting him, too. "But I still have to come to work every day, teach every day, correct shitty papers every day. Life doesn't stop for us, Elena. Even if we need a break." His eyes were kind but unrelenting.
Elena leaned down—extra this time, to avoid confusion—and looked at him from hooded eyes. "There must be-be something I could do. To-to make it easier for both of us," She stumbled over her words, but managed to get the breathy effect she'd been going for.
His eyes widened. "It's too late for extra credit, like with Jeremy. You'd never be able to hand in all those missing papers. The only option now is summer school."
Elena came around to his side of the desk and perched herself on the edge, close to him. "Please, Alaric. I'd do anything." She gave him a significant look and gazed deep into his blue eyes.
The worst thing of it all was her heart. It was beating horribly, but not just because of her nerves. She wanted him. His stupid soft-looking hair and stubbly chin. His cool blue eyes and his beyond-sexy voice. Even the way he held his pen made her shift uncomfortably.
He looked at her for so long that Elena almost ran out of the room. She'd do this—she had to!—but did she really feel like she even had a choice? She wanted his body well enough, but how would she feel about him after? He was good and hot now, but if she felt like he was using her she might not feel the same way later. All of this nearly had her call the whole thing off, but she decided to be the martyr she always had a penchant to be and continue.
She was sure he was finally getting it when he sighed deeply. He looked away and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe you're right, Elena. Just because life doesn't give a break doesn't mean I can't." He held up a file—one with her name on it, she saw—and ripped it in half.
Elena stood straight up. Her mouth was hanging open. "I-I—" Her most current life problem, solved. Just like that? So easily? "Thank you," she said. Her will abandoned her and she leaned in to kiss him.
Her soft lips had just touched his velvety firm ones when he pulled back. "What are you doing, Elena?" God, his alarmed voice was almost as hot as his angry one! She moved forward into his lap to kiss him again, but he pushed her back. She fell to her knees before him.
She stayed where she was and put her hands on his knees. "There must be some way I could thank you." Elena purred, her already dark eyes going black with desire. That, Alaric thought, was an abyss you could get lost in. A dark, warm, mesmerizing abyss…"God!" He exclaimed, "Was that why you came here? Dressed like that, saying those things?"
Elena smiled hopefully. "You did notice my outfit?"
Alaric pried her fingers from his knees. "Did you really think I could use you like that? Is that what you think of me?" He sounded angry now.
Elena desperately tried to make things better. "Please, no, I mean, yes," he was about to say something more but she cut him off. "I mean that I came here to seduce you, because of my grade, that's true. I felt like-I felt horrible, and I wouldn't have respected either of us if it had happened like that. But I've wanted you since the day I first saw you." Elena crawled up his legs and into his lap like a kitten, her knees straddling his waist.
He leaned back as far as the chair would allow. "Don't, Elena." He sounded unsure.
"I've dreamt about you," Elena whispered, grinding into him. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was. She only wore a thong under that short skirt and the main thing between them as she pressed down was the material of his pants. Her fingers slid to the back of his head and found their way into his sexy soft hair. "And can I just say that it is so fucking hot that you're that you're that good?" She tugged his head back and attacked him with her lips.
He pulled away breathlessly, but not before he'd wrapped his own hand in her hair and raised to her kiss. "So you want me because I don't want to use you? Which you now want me to do, anyway?"
"Mmmm," she was too busy assaulting his neck with her mouth.
His breath hitched as she gave him a sharp nip. She rolled her whole body against him in one sinuous motion, and his eyes rolled back for just a moment. "No," he panted. "No." He said once more, this time more strongly. "I don't want this."
Elena's hand drifted from his head and trailed down his stomach until she got to his pants. She raised her body up just long enough for them both to look down at his bulging erection. She looked at him with a smirk. "You do want," she said as she continued her attempts at his mouth.
She writhed on top of him. His head lolled back. "There are so many reasons why I shouldn't be doing this—"
"If you say it's wrong, I might break." Elena stopped all her movements. Alaric raised his head to look at her. She was completely serious. "If you say that what we are doing is wrong or bad, I couldn't handle it." Her thumb softly stroked his bristly chin. "What this is, what you are, is the best thing in my life. The most constant, the most normal, and—" her words caught in her throat. "You are so good. It makes me feel like everything could be okay when I'm with you."
This time, when she lowered her mouth onto his, he truly kissed her back. He allowed her to have control of the kiss—for now. Her tongue was small and insistent, almost greedy. He loved it. She explored his mouth with no hesitation, her hands slipping under his shirt the first chance she got. It was as if she'd had a million times to imagine just what she wanted to do with him when she finally could. The idea got him even harder, which he didn't think was possible. He heard her gasp as she felt him underneath her and that was it.
He sat straight up, slamming his chest into hers. Even with her legs wrapped around his waist, she would have fallen backwards if his arms hadn't been pressing her closely against him. He impatiently pulled her red top over her head and continued to kiss her. His tongue no longer acquiesced to hers and his mouth was harsh against her as he dominated their kiss.
He cleared off his desk blindly, likely missing a few papers here and there, but he didn't really give a damn as she twisted against him. He laid her on the table, but stood standing above her. "Wha-at?" She tried to rise, but he pushed her back down.
He pulled the chair closer. Her legs were dangling off the end of the table where he sat down. "You did interrupt my lunch, Elena. It's only fair." He pulled her knees up and spread them wide. She heard him open and rummage through one of his drawers. The next thing she heard was a snip. And then she felt her thong loosen. Alaric pulled it off easily now as he put the scissors away. She shivered as the cool air touched her nakedness.
"Hey," she said, trying to wiggle away, "That was my favorite pair of underwear!"
He effortlessly pulled her closer. "You won't need them anymore." His hands smoothed across her inner thighs and wrapped beneath her legs to pull her closer to his face.
She vainly tried to struggle once more. He wasn't supposed to be doing this! Of all the things she'd imagined, she hadn't expected this. No one had ever…what if I…what if he…a myriad of horrible fears marched through her mind, but they were all silenced when she felt his hot mouth tease her entrance.
Mmmm," he growled. "You're already so wet." His tongue traveled upward to her clit and circled there slowly. "And you taste so good." All Elena could do was let out a strangled mew. He looked up at her, his mouth hovering an inch from her flesh, and grinned. His tongue stretched out firm and soft at the same time as he flicked her clit. He pulled up again. "More?"
"Don't you dare stop!" Elena's hands moved to push his head that infuriating inch closer, but he was already there, sucking at her until her hips bucked in an effort to get away from the too-intense pleasure.
He moved on to her slit, laving either side before plunging his stiff tongue inside. She gave a startled squeak at the sudden intrusion and tried to wiggle away. She could feel her blush set fire to her cheeks and spread until she could feel her pulse pounding against Alaric's tongue.
He held her still through her twists and continued to shove his face against her, shoving his tongue further into her every time. That alone felt so amazing she almost lost control. But it was his little pauses, in between each of his thrusts, where his strong tongue explored and contracted inside of her as he massaged her inner walls that had her crying out at the sensations.
He made a pleased grunt as she helplessly grabbed his hair and held him closer, riding out the waves on his face. When she finished, she breathlessly released him and her muscles relaxed where she lay on the desk.
As Alaric straightened from her center, he licked her clean. Elena gave a happy moan and couldn't stop smiling. He closed her legs and slid her off the desk and into his lap. She went, still smiling like an idiot. He smiled back and kissed her hungrily. She tasted herself on him and the smile came back as she moved her lips against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked body closer to his chest.
She could feel his erection underneath her, so she pushed her bottom against him and sucked his lip. He gasped and pulled away from their kiss. "We can't."
Elena was confused. They wanted each other. Clearly. "We can. We did, a little." She tried to kiss him again but he pulled back.
"There's about 12 minutes left to lunch." She could see how Alaric hated to say that. "It's not enough time." He started to pick her up from his lap.
"No! We could be quick!" She pecked him as she swiftly groped him, as if to prove a point.
"I have a class, Elena," he said, laughing, as he removed her hand from his lap. "If I try very hard, I might even be able to calm down enough not to embarrass myself before the first students come in." He set her on her feet and picked her skirt from where it had been discarded.
Elena didn't want to leave him like this. She didn't want to leave him at all. "That looks painful. At least let me return the favor." She tried to be sultry as she looked at him from hooded lashes.
Alaric stood in front of her. He stroked her cheek. "Later, I promise, we will have all the time we need." He grinned. "And I definitely won't refuse a blowjob." He kissed her on the head. "Now get dressed and run to your lunch. If you hurry, you might be able to grab an apple or something. I hate that you missed lunch."
Instead of grumbling that she could have had lunch (insinuating, much like he had, that she could have eaten him), she did as she was told. Her secret smile stayed on her face the entire day.
A/N: If you're into the story, leave me a review! If you hate it, feel free to do the same. I may or may not continue...but be warned, it starts out a teeny bit dark and smarmy, but turns a little lighter towards the end.