Warning: AU, references to an illicit relationship
So Wrong
It was so wrong.
Everything about it was wrong. Ethically, morally, socially.
But they didn't think so.
Neither questioned what made them end up in each other's arms every day after class. It was an inexplicable feeling of attraction, and they knew not how to resist it. All they really cared about was the fact that the other one felt the same pull, the same attraction.
So what, they thought, if it was odd for a teacher to spend so much time with one student?
Who cares, they laughed, if it's frowned upon for two people to be united in such a way as they were, coming from such different places in life and society?
They had each other, due to some such force in the world that allowed them to touch and be touched in just the ways that they wanted. The physical attraction was wonderful, and the times they spent in each other's sphere of warmth led to the blossoming of emotions they weren't quite sure how to explain.
But they never needed to, to anyone else, because it was a secret to be kept.
To each other, they did not need to express themselves because what one felt, the other felt, and the fact that it was mutual was mutually understood.
Sometimes, thought Finny, it was a bit scary. The lock on his teacher's office was functional, but if anyone came searching for Bard and found out that the two of them were locked in the office… well, any number of suspicions could arise.
If, Bard mused, any of his female students knew how fond he was of the slight wisp of a boy who occupied his thoughts, his office, and more often than not, his lap… well, the girls would be distressed to some degree.
But neither really cared about the outside world.
At the end of the day, there was no problem that could not be fixed by a single kiss.