I don't own the Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction,

The way Red behaves as a teacher is inspired by a teacher someone described to me (I'm not saying her name but she knows that I mean her :) ) Also inspired by 'Secretary'...

It gets a little smutty, but not much, still rated T.

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Saturday, Liz and Laura had their first real hangover, they were glad Sam wasn't at home. They got up around 1 pm.

"My mom told me to drink coffee with lemon juice when you have a headache." Laura said, massaging her temples and walking to the coffee machine.

"Seriously? I don't believe that..."

"Get up and look for a lemon, Liz. I know it won't taste that good, but we should try it. You don't wanna appear like you still have a hangover in class on Monday, do you?"

Liz hadn't thought about that, no, she definitely wanted to seem fresh and awake on Monday, especially during the English lesson. She got up.

"Here, fresh pressed lemon juice."

They tasted it and almost spit everything on the floor. Coffee with lemon juice surely was disgusting, not to mention the fact that they didn't really like coffee yet. Nevertheless, both of them drank a whole cup, then burst out in laughter and promised each other not to drink neither coffee nor alcohol in the near future.

They spent the rest of the weekend with going to the cinema, talking about Mr. Reddington (of course) and on Sunday evening, before Sam came back, even doing the homework for Monday.

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However, Monday morning, they were still a little tired from their first hangover. When they sat down at their table in the back row with Aram in the row before them, they hoped neither of them had to say or do anything in today's lesson. They were successful with being inconspicuous all week, it was almost boring. Liz managed to stare at Mr. Reddington and fantasize about him in class without being caught.

Until Friday.

Liz and Laura had an animated discussion while the rest of the class actually did the task Mr. Reddington gave them. They were already done with the task because they were sloppy and had better things to do than concentrating on school. After a while, they realized that it was awfully silent in the room. They stopped talking, but it was too late, they had been caught. They looked up and saw Mr. Reddington leaning against his desk, looking insanely sexy with a hint of controlled rage in his eyes. He was always a little overdressed for a young teacher: a suit with expensive looking shoes, Liz wouldn't have been surprised if he wore a hat and a vest in his freetime. Today, his jacket was placed over a chair next to the window and his sleeves were rolled up, a single button of his white shirt was undone. He walked to their desk slowly, it was obvious that they were in trouble. He was the kind of teacher who liked embarrassing his students to teach them manners.

He placed his palms on the desk and looked down to them arrogantly.

"Well, well, well. Did you two really think I wouldn't notice that you were talking all the time instead of concentrating on the lesson? Hmm?"

They didn't answer, unable to look away from his green eyes.

"I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry." said Laura, seemingly more scared than Liz, who whispered "Me, too."

"And what the hell is that?" he picked their exercise books up and skimmed through the task they had just done. "This is sloppy, you'll have to do that again". He took his red pencil out of his trouser pocket and crossed out what they had written.

The two girls looked at each other, unable to breath. Liz felt hot anger boil up inside of her, he couldn't do this. Suddenly, she had to grin.

"What's so funny, Elizabeth?" he hissed and came closer, his palms still resting on the desk.

"Nothing, Sir." she answered, trying to hold his dangerous gaze, but leaned her chair back a little until it came in contact with the wall. She bit her lip and blushed, there was a familiar heat between her legs when he looked at her like this, but she tried to suppress it.

He raised an eyebrow. "Ok, then. Elizabeth, Laura, you go write it again later."

The sound of the bell that was supposed to end the lesson cut the deadly silence in the room. However, none of the pupils dared to stand up. They all knew his favorite sentence before he dismissed the class. 'I end the lesson, not the bell.'

Mr. Reddington went back to his desk, grabbed his jacket and dismissed the class. "No homework, except for these two. Have a nice day."

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"I swear, I will never talk again during English classes, Liz. Never ever."

"Good idea. Did you see Aram's face after we left the room?"

"Yeah, he looked like he was about to say 'I told you so', but also sorry for us...Wait until I told Don about today..."

"How is he, by the way?" Liz asked.

"You mean because of Audrey? He's fine, at least he pretends to be. I'm going home now...and I hope my parents don't see these two red crossed out pages in my exercise book...I wish I had your Dad, Liz. I'm staying with Don 'till Sunday, see you."

"See you."

Liz opened the door and found Sam cooking dinner. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey, butterball. How was school?"

"Um...like always."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right. Something happened, I can tell by your voice. Met a guy?"

"What?!"

"Butterball, you need a new boyfriend. This Tom wasn't good for you, you need a boy who cares."

"Uhh...thanks for your advice. I know, but...I'm too busy right now."

"There are more important things in life than school. Just get a degree that's good enough for the police academy."

Liz wanted to become a cop, although she had always felt that little criminal in her. She could pick locks since she was a child, had already broken into the outdoor swimming pool in town a few years ago with some friends, even had stolen a CD and various other small things. She had never been caught and was pretty good by now, but still wanted to become a cop, an FBI agent, in fact. She had the feeling that Sam knew about her crimes, but he had never said a word about it. She knew why Laura didn't like being with her parents and would have preferred Sam as her Dad. Laura's parents were strict, old fashioned and insisted that she married Don one day. They had no idea that neither Don nor Laura had an intention of marrying, there were too many conflicts in their relationship and they were too young, anyway. Laura just didn't know how to tell her parents about this.

"I will get that degree, Dad. I promise."

"I know. Come on, dinner's ready. But there's one more thing: next time hide the empty vodka bottle, I found it behind the couch. I figure you two forgot to throw it away."

"Oh, damn...Sorry. Laura and I decided to never drink alcohol again, anyway." Liz replied and blushed. They had searched for that bottle everywhere...

"Did you try that coffee-lemon juice trick?" he asked, ignoring her discomfort and changing the subject.

"You heard about this, too? I didn't believe it...and it didn't work."

Sam grinned, there were so many lessons in life his girl had to learn.

"Never mind that now. Let's eat before it gets cold."

"Whew...thanks." she said.

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That night, before she fell asleep, Liz thought about what had happened in today's English lesson. Mr. Reddington really was hot... She wondered if he had a girlfriend or a wife. If he did, she must be the luckiest woman on earth. She imagined his wife to be like her in ten years...maybe she could start an affair with him when she had graduated from school!

...What an absurd idea, Liz! She heard Laura's voice in her head. He's a teacher! Even when you're not in school anymore, he's still a teacher. And stop looking at him as if you wanted to fuck him!

I can look at him however I want! Her own voice protested. In one and a half year, we're done with school...

The way he had talked to them and what he had done and said today was enough to continue as dirty fantasies for weeks. She closed her eyes and hoped she would dream of Mr. Reddington. It took her an eternity to fall asleep, everytime she had ended a fantasy of him, a new one popped up in her head. She forced her mind to sleep and to stop thinking, what she imagined was just amoral and inappropriate...Laura was right, she had to stop looking at him like this, let alone think of him...but she couldn't.

She imagined herself in a school uniform with a short skirt and a blouse with a few undone buttons, just like Mr. Reddington's shirt. She was alone with him in her classroom for some reason, all the others were gone. She wanted to get out, but he blocked her from going further, using his body language against her consciously to make her go backwards until she stood with her back to the wall, trapped between him, the wall and a desk next to her. He placed his palms flat on the wall next to her head, making an escape impossible...

He wasn't touching her, but his predatory gaze pinned her to the wall. She was unable to think and to move, she held her breath and bit her lip, but didn't dare to break eye contact, she feared that if she did, something would happen.

Mr. Reddington licked over his lips and came closer, then put two fingers under her chin and cupped her jaw, his eyes exuded arrogance and authority...and...desire? Out of nowhere, the wooden stick that was used to show things on the board appeared. It lay on the desk in front of her, he took it away and held it in his hand.

"Do you know why we are here today, Elizabeth?" he growled into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"No, Sir."

"Then I will show you. You have detention, you've been a bad, naughty girl and now you are going to pay for it. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." she whispered.

He opened every single button of her blouse very slowly, tracing her bra with his fingers. Then, he spun her around.

"Bend over the desk."

She obeyed, feeling something between fear and anticipation.

"Pull up your skirt."

"What?"

"Pull up your skirt, Elizabeth."

"Um..."

"I said pull up your skirt."

Again, she obeyed, although she didn't like the thought of him standing behind her and telling her to do this.

"Pull down your panties."

"No."

"Was that a 'no'?"

"Yes, it was." she said, trying to sound confident.

"I am your teacher, you have to do what I say. Now pull down your panties or I'm doing it myself."

Liz continued this fantasy and touched herself, then fell asleep.

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How she continued her teacher-schoolgirl-fantasy is left to your own imagination...

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