Rifiuto: Non Miriena
A/N: Sorry this is so late, it took longer to write than I thought it would because I wasn't happy with how it originally turned out, so I went back and rewrote it- four times- before editing it, and then editing it took forever... I think this has been my hardest chapter to date to write.
A/N: And now what you've all been waiting for, hopefully it was worth the wait... because it wasn't worth the write, or the rewrites...
Question: Did they get into an argument because that's terrible then.
Answer: It was more bickering than an arguement
Thanks to musicgal3, Issa(dot)wicked17 and Beautifully Tragic Girl for reviewing 27 and to Hedwig466, and lizziemagic for reviewing 26 and 27, and to Beautifully Tragic gir for reviewing 17 and 26. This chapter is for Beautifully Tragic Girl, who's given me 100 reviews.
The week school started up again, brought both students and teachers back with stories of winter break, visiting relatives and getting presents. As the teachers set up class again, they began to fall back into the swing of things, as they went over their lesson plans. Elphaba and Fiyero stayed on their own sides of the teachers' lounge, visiting and chatting and occasionally sending glances towards the other. Neither told the others about their confinement together during winter break, but both blushed whenever they thought of it.
When class was about to start, they all hurried to their respective classrooms, except Fiyero and Elphaba, who both had to talk to Mr. Diggs and were late to class because of it. When they finally made it to Elphaba's classroom, she pulled open the door, to see the students turn towards her. They all watched, eyes going from the middle of the door to their teachers and back.
Someone had hung mistletoe over Elphaba's door back in December, and had forgotten to remove it when they went on break, and now all the students watched and waited for Mr. Tiggular and Ms. Thropp to do something. Slowly, they raised their heads to see the mistletoe, both shocked to see it, before looking at each other. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and he ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.
The students waited with bated breath, all sharing anxious glances and whispered words of 'Are they going to kiss?', 'I can't believe they're actually going to kiss', excitement catching hold and flying through the class like wildfire. The students shared excited glances, whispering and guessing on what they were going to do and how long they were going to lock lips. Milla shared a glance with her friends, as if to say, 'I told you they were together.'
Time seemed to stand still, and Elphaba bit her lip, leaning close. Fiyero took a deep breath, before meeting her in the middle.
Slowly, gently, he captured her lips in his and after a moment, pulled her into his arms.
The kiss was slow, gentle, as Elphaba's arms went around Fiyero's neck. After several moments, the kiss deepened, and he held her against him, as her body molded to his like it had so often in the night during their confinement. Neither thought of the fact that they were at school, in front of their students; neither thought of the possibility of a colleague walking in on them; they only thought of each other, of the taste of the other person, of the feel of their lips together, and their bodies close.
Meanwhile, the students sat in amazed silence, all to surprised to move. Even Fiyero's students had come in to see what was taking so long, and were startled to see their Math teacher making out- in broad daylight, no less- with the History teacher in the room down the hall. They gathered in the doorway, near Elphaba's desk, watching with wide eyes and open mouths, as their teachers proceeded to eat face in front of them.
Glinda glanced at Milla, before turning to Avaric and Boq, and then turning her attention back to Miss Thropp and Mr. Tiggular. Even Milla was surprised.
Bell for class to start rang, but neither Elphaba, nor Fiyero, noticed. His arms tightened around her waist, and he gently lifted her off the ground a couple inches, as he nudged her lips open. When she allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth, he squeezed her waist, as her arms tightened around his neck, her long, slender fingers tangling in his hair. A soft purr sounded in her throat, and she moaned gently, pulling him closer.
Gently, he nibbled on her bottom lip, tasting the tang of her lipgloss, sucking on the soft meat of her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. She gently nipped his lip in return, nudging her nose against his, never breaking the kiss, but deepening the desire they both felt flooding through their veins.
"Yero..."
Her soft whisper ignited his senses, and he kissed her deeper, fuller, holding her flush against him. Neither thought of the example they were setting for their students; or the scandal they could get themselves into, because it was bad for a student and a teacher to get together, and had destroyed more than on career in the history of the Ozian school system, but a teacher and his colleague? Together? And in front of the students? Unthinkable. Especially at school. It was fine for teachers to date outside of school, but on campus, they were strictly- strictly- colleagues. Especially if the school principal-
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
