Someday's Dreamer
Fire. That's exactly what this felt like. Static electricity rippled across the expanse of skin, burning like dry ice until the heated sting was a constant sensation; not in the least bit unpleasant, but rather exceptionally welcome.
Drawing his neck closer as he snaked his capable and muscular arms around and up her back, lips crushed together with a fierce intensity. He dipped his golden head lower to the base of her throat, eliciting a laboured intake of breath and reigniting the crackling embers in her body and soul.
Molding herself to the contours of his solid frame and away from the wall against which her back once lay, she brought his lips back to the bruised surfaces of her own in a searing kiss of too-long suppressed passion. With newfound sense of boldness, the tables turned and he was now being pressed into the plaster surface at his back.
Long manicured fingers lost themselves between waves of magnificent, blonde tendrils. The other unoccupied hand traveled its way along the corded muscle of an exposed and finely toned chest, too beautiful to be hidden by such an unnecessary item as a cotton shirt – that being the reason for the garment's earlier dismissal.
Separating momentarily, each participant drew a staggered breathe to begin the second round. Distance closing rapidly, she licked her lower lip in anticipation of irresistible contact, and at the barest caress of warm flesh against her equally swollen mouth—
"Ms. Mazaki!"
Eyes snapping open in rapt attention the girl shot up from her seat and stood at attention before her algebra professor. "Yes, ma'am!"
"What is the answer to the question 70 of page two?" It was from the work which the students were supposed to have completed in the last hour of class.
Snickers rang out from various areas of the room as she glanced down at her paper only to realize she hadn't made it any further than the eleventh on the first page. Quickly scanning the page for any possible answer, she said the first number that came to mind. "382."
The teacher flipped through the administrative text to the appropriate solutions page, and gazed at the brunette over the rim of her black-rimmed glasses. "Correct. 382 is the answer to the equation 'y equals76x cubed times 4 - 6'," and she recommenced her tour of the room to harass some other unsuspecting student.
Anzu exhaled the breath she had unconsciously been retaining as she reclaimed her seat. 362 wasn't important as the answer to the question. Tch. Who cared about that? Certainly not her.. More important was the meaning it held to her (nonexistent) love life.
362's just the number of times that dream had crept up on me. She groaned. Man was it a good thing Jou was home sick today. She didn't think she could handle a glance at him. It would just be too embarrassing. But no worries, it's not like anyone could read her mind or anything. The millennium items were safely locked away in a nice drafty tomb in Egypt, and as far as she was aware, no one in the class had any real psychic ability. Nevertheless, she had to stop her mind from wandering that path. It was bad enough this fantasy came to her in peaceful moments of humble daydreaming at home or at the park, but in class too? Nuh-uh. Too Much. This had to stop right now!
Unwittingly, a recollection of her dream surfaced in her mind's eye, and Anzu gave a little dreamy sigh.
Okay, so 'right now' wasn't exactly the best time to give up her part-time job as a daydreamer. But, she would.
...Eventually.
...Someday.