A/N - After much debate, I decided to continue this story. There just aren't enough student/teacher fics out there!
If you have any suggestions for where to take this, please let me know :) This is a short chapter, but I figured something is better than nothing just to get going again. Later chapters will probably be rated M, just a heads up.
Enjoy and review!
P.S. I just got back into watching ER, and I'm thinking of writing a Kim/Kerry story. Any fans out there?
-Chapter 2-
A little after midnight, Alex spotted Arizona and Callie leaving through the back exit of the club hand-in-hand. She decided to lead Olivia the same way, hoping to catch up with her friend, who most definitely had a spring in her high-heeled step.
"Arizona!" Alex shouted as she saw the blonde crossing Bleecker Street. "Wait up!" Olivia was holding Alex's small, manicured hand, just trying to keep up without tripping. Apparently she didn't have quite the same experience as the younger woman when it came to running across cobblestone streets in four-inch Louboutins.
Arizona and Callie stopped on the corner of Bleecker and Wooster, wild-eyed and looking like the cats that ate the canary. "Hey Al… um, Callie and I were just stopping to get a milkshake at Bareburger. Right babe?" She shot a warning glance at the older, voluptuous brunette. "Oh, uh- right I guess…" Callie was a bit tipsy and had a hard time catching on.
"Cut the shit, AZ," Alex laughed. "If don't care if you guys are going back to Callie's to 'bone' or whatever you like to call it, just be safe, okay?" She let go of Olivia's hand and gave the shorter blonde a hug. "Call me in the morning," she whispered in Arizona's ear, the hint of a smirk on her glossed lips.
As the couples were departing, Callie turned her head and gave Olivia a subtle wink. All Olivia could do was chuckle softly and shake her head as they walked away.
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Having had a bit too much to drink, Alex decided to leave Arizona's Audi in the parking garage a few blocks down. She would probably have a massive ticket to pay for, but it was worth it to avoid her or Olivia getting a DUI, or worse.
The women chose instead to take a taxi down to the hotel in Soho, spending the ride mostly in silence. Once the heavy bass and sweaty, magnetic energy of the club was behind, the blonde and brunette both had a difficult time finding the courage, or the balls, rather, to continue their previous makeout session. The effects from the champagne were beginning to wear off, both feeling much more nervous than they had anticipated.
But they never stopped holding hands, Alex's right in Olivia's left. Olivia stroked the blonde's knuckles with her thumb, resting her knee against Alex's soft, pale thigh. Alex leaned into the brunette's shoulder, savoring the sweet, floral smell of her shampoo and lingering perfume.
This is enough, Olivia thought, just content and grateful to be sharing the same space as the girl she had fallen so hard for. For tonight, this is enough.
xx
Arizona placed her key card in the slot of the heavy oak door, Olivia following behind with her hands on Alex's slender hips. They both threw their clutches on the bed, removed their heels, and stalled for time with little success.
"So…" Alex smiled nervously, wishing she had pockets to distract her trembling hands. "What now?"
"Well," Olivia started, moving in closer to the blonde, trailing a finger across Alex's collarbone and up to her chin, lifting it slightly and placing a soft kiss on pink lips. "We could continue what we started earlier…" Another kiss. "Or," she said a bit more playfully, clasping her hands on Alex's bare shoulders, "we could take a quick shower, throw on those fluffy robes, fall asleep to the Friends marathon that I know is on at this hour, and go out to breakfast in the morning. Figure this whole thing out when we're both a bit more sober. How does that sound?" she asked gently while rubbing the younger woman's shoulders softly.
"That sounds horribly responsible, Ms. Benson," Alex joked, "but I think I'll have to agree with your reasoning. For now, at least," she smirked seductively as the brunette followed her into the bathroom.
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As Olivia had predicted, there were still three more hours of Friends reruns on TBS. Both women plopped down on the king size bed, fluffy white robes tied at the waist, Olivia taking the right side of the bed and Alex, the left. They snuggled in close, Olivia's arms wrapped tightly around Alex, reveling in the clean, freshly showered fragrance and the warmth and comfort they were just beginning to get used to.
Both women had behaved surprisingly well in the shower, helping to wash each other's hair and backs and breasts, stopping only a small number of times to savor just a few more kisses. They treated one another reverently, cherishing each small stroke of a hand here, each gentle touch there. This feeling, this incredible feeling of closeness, was unlike anything either woman had ever experienced. It was then that they both knew, whatever has happening, it was worth treating with delicate respect. It was worth the wait.
So they cuddled closer, catching the tail end of one episode and starting another. It was one of Olivia's favorites, the one where Rachel teaches Joey how to sail. But they never made it to the end, both drifting off into a peaceful slumber, arms and legs and soft cotton in tangles.