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Breann, you read my mind. That's all I'm saying.

See all it takes to make me happy people? A little button, and some typing. You can handle that right?

Still don't own Degrassi, or Delicate by Damien Rice

There they lay, tangled on the floor of his classroom, with the door thankfully locked. They were directly underneath the windows, and so they were perfectly hidden from everyone. She was laying with her head on his chest, and he was looking at the ceiling, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other playing idly with her hair. She was wondering what the hell this meant, and he was just laying there, content with life.

God dammit. What the hell is wrong with me? Do I have to keep wanting these men who are virtually unattainable to me? Craig just wanted a piece of ass, which I wouldn't give, and look where that got me. What is this gonna do to me?

Ashley say up, careful to stay underneath the window. Her hair was mussed from his caress and her lips were red from kissing. "Mr. Senate.." She began hesitantly.

"Please," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile, "Call me Mark"

She smiled slightly, self consciously tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Mark. What do..where is this..what..how.."

He smiled and pulled her back down on top of him. "I know,"he murmured. "What does this mean?"

She smiled up at him from her position on his chest. "Exactly"

"Well, I want you to know that I don't ever make it a habit to do this" He began, sounding a bit sheepish.

We might kiss

When we are alone

"Of seducing students?" Ashley asked, cocking her eyebrow questioningly.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean, I don't-haven't- ever done this. Ever"

"Does this mean I'm special?" She grinned, laughing at herself for being so flirtatious.

Mark turned to her, his eyes thoughtful. "Ash, I'm serious. I can't remember the last time I felt like this. I barley know you, but I feel connected to you somehow."

When nobody's watching

We might take it home

Ashley gulped, not expecting such a serious response. She imagined her would be all cocky about it, bragging that he'd almost bagged a minor. Looking him straight in the eyes, she responded exactly how she felt. "I really like you to Mr- Mark."

We might make out

When nobody's there

It's not that we're scared,

It's just that it's delicate

"Well, then, how do we go about this?" Mark asked, looking at the ceiling again. "I mean, people will ask questions, and I'll certainly be fired. I could even go to jail" He looked hopeful for a second. "You wouldn't happen to be 18 and in the 10th grade, would you?"

Ashley laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm 16," she said, quietly, somewhat ashamed.

Mark smiled. "Well, I'm only 22, so it's only a 6 year age difference."

Ashley was glad to hear he wasn't that much older. "How are you 22 and a teacher?" She asked.

"I'm only a sub. I just got my bachelors degree, and I'm still going to school for my masters."

She nodded. "Oh"

Mark reached down and traced her jaw line with the tip of his finger. "You stray from my point, beautiful. How are we going to make this work?"

So why'd you fill

My sorrow

With the words you borrowed?

From the only place

You've known

"I don't know. My parents are working most nights.....I guess you could come over....we could eat at my house...or whatever" Ashley said, blushing furiously, realizing a bit to late that she had just invited him to her house.

And why'd you sing

Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you?

Why'd you sing with me at all?

Mark smiled at her, his tantalizing white teeth sparkling. "I'd like that"

We might live

Like never before

With nothing to give

Well how can you ask for more?

She smiled back, and he reached for her, pulling her up to meet his awaiting kiss.

Wow. I could really get used to this. Someone who likes me for me, and who is mature, and funny, and gorgeous. Not to mention he's one of the best kissers I've ever meet.

We might make love

In some sacred place

The look on your face

Is delicate

Mark ran his tongue over her bottom lip, wanting her desperately to open up. She obliged, greeting his tongue with her own, running it back and forth over his lips, sucking ever so gently. He rolled over, and she fell down on top of him, kissing him harder and more passionately then she had ever kissed anyone before. Mark could feel himself getting swept up in the urgency of her kiss and the feeling of her tongue on his. "Ashley" He panted haggardly, surprised that a simple kiss could make him feel this way.

"Hmm?" She mumbled, making her way down his neck.

Mark closed his eyes as he took in the sensation of her sucking on the tender skin on his neck. Finally, recovering his senses, he pulled her away.

"Ashley, I want nothing more than to be with you, totally and completely. But we don't know each other that well, and I don't want to rush you. I can wait."

She smiled and collapsed into his chest for the 3rd time that day, wanting to stay there forever.

So why'd you fill

My sorrow

With the words

You borrowed

Why'd you sing to me

At all?

And why'd you sing

Hallelujah

If it means nothing

To you

Why'd you sing with me at all?

Wow, soon it's going to get mighty hot in here. Yeah that's right, hotter than this. You know what would be hotter than my writings? A review.