Summary: Grace Polk would never do this, but that's not the point.
A/N Sorry for this drabble; It's OOC, and Shadow's gonna kill me for that, but it needed to be done. It was therapeutic.
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I was sitting on the steps when he approached me. He looked at me quizzically; it wasn't my style to loiter after school. Usually I have to drag him away from the place. But today I wanted him to come to me.
"Grace?"
I stood on the bottom step.
"Are we going to go."
I waited. He approached be slowly. I beckoned him closer with a raised eyebrow and a smirk until his toes were against the step I was standing on. Finally I spoke.
"Is this how it happened?" It wasn't, but it was close enough.
He shook his head in confusion. I brought my hands to his shoulders, ran my fingers over his muscles and to the back of his neck. Pulling him to me, I kissed him. Hard. I heard someone catcall as they passed us. I didn't care, I was on a mission.
I released him and looked at his stunned expression. I know he was trying to figure out why I had relented on my No PDA rule. I leaned down, grabbed my bag, stepped passed him, and we walked outside.
The stairs were mine now.