Extracurricular Debauchery
Rean sighed wearily. The pile of essays on his desk didn't seem to be going down at all, no matter how much he willed them to. He would have quite happily picked the whole stack up and dropped them into the bin by the corner of the room if it weren't for the fact that his students had spent Aidios knows how many hours writing them in the first place.
Well, the exact number of hours each of his students had spent on their work clearly varied widely. Altina's report for example was as long as it was complicated. If it hadn't been for the fact that the assignment had been to write about the history of the War of the Lions, her entry could easily have been mistaken for an intricate piece of legislation, so bound up as it was in complicated terminology. Though to her credit, Rean had yet to find a fault with any of it from a factual point of view, even if it was a pretty dry read.
On the other end of the scale, Ash appeared to have spent the bare minimum amount of time researching for and indeed writing his essay, and it showed in his final report. At least, Rean believed that it showed. Ash's handwriting was difficult enough to read at the best of times, yet it appeared that he'd been rushing to do it all at the last minute which had resulted in an absolute mess, complete with what Rean assumed to be coffee stains. Rean might just have to go insane if he was forced to attempt to read the name 'Dreichel Reise Arnor' scrawled in Ash's hand once more.
Alas, Rean knew deep down that he did in fact have to read it again from Ash's work, not least because he knew he'd probably get a very severe reprimand if he did in fact bin his student's essays instead of marking them.
Resolving instead to at least take a break, Rean pushed back from his desk and turned to gaze out the window of the classroom. The sun was already setting over Leeves in the distance, casting the town and the academy in a lovely ruddy glow. Rean rubbed at his eyes wearily, he must have been working a good few hours longer than he'd planned. There probably wouldn't be anyone else left on the academy grounds at this point in the day. His students would probably all be back in the dorms by this point. Perhaps Randy and maybe even Towa would be at Barney's Tavern still.
He smiled a little inanely at the thought of a tavern. It was a pity that Sara was still out somewhere on the other side of the country, probably smiting all manner of beasts as he thought of her. The Bracer had been occupied with various missions for the Guild for a couple of weeks now, which naturally had kept her far apart from her former student and now lover. Rean didn't mind, he knew how much Sara prized her freedom and he'd never do anything to deprive her of that. Still, he missed her dearly. If nothing else, he always felt alone when she was gone. He had his friends and colleagues in Leeves of course, particularly Randy and Towa, but it was never the same as when he was with Sara.
Still, Rean was so sorely tempted to pack his work in for the day and go see if he could find his colleagues and join them. He still had another day or two before he was due to give the essays back to his class with grades attached after all.
Although, he also knew that he had to prepare for another week's worth of lectures, and then there was next month's field trip to plan as well, looming ever closer. He also had to prepare a report for Principal Le Guinn on Class VII's progress for the year so far, then he'd been meaning to do some work on Valimar with Mint … Aidios, the list was seemingly endless.
Sighing once more, Rean resolved that he'd be better served suffering through the pain of reading Ash's handwriting for a little while longer. At least once he was done with Ash's essay he should have an easier time deciphering the rest of his students' work.
A sudden knock at the door of the classroom startled him just as he set eyes to paper once more. Rean blinked. He was certain that there'd be no one left in the school at this point. Perhaps it was just the janitor wanting to kick him out so they could lock up for the day?
"Hello?" Rean looked curiously at the door.
The door handle eased itself down and then the door swung open. Rean blinked again as the empty doorway revealed nothing. There was no one standing on the other side of the door. Rean was just about to get up to go investigate when an all too familiar figure suddenly spun round the corner to lean suggestively against the doorframe.
"Reporting for my detention, Instructor Rean." Sara Valestein purred deliciously, her fingers playing with the ends of the cerise ponytail hooked over her shoulder. "Where, and how, do you want me?"
Rean blinked once more. "Sara?" A smile he could not deny crept up his cheek. "What are you doing here?"
Sara put a hand over her bosom with a faux shocked expression. "Instructor! How could you possibly forget ordering me to serve detention with you?" She pushed herself off of the doorframe and strode into the classroom, each step a confident prowl with far more sway to her hips than was necessary.
Rean couldn't tear his gaze away even if he wanted to.
"You were so insistent about it after all. Just the two of us, all alone, all night or … well, at least until you're fully satisfied with me." Sara biting her lip as she heaved a heavy breath was one of Rean's favourite images, it was a shame that he hadn't realised that until just now.
"I see." Rean chuckled. He rubbed at his mouth in a vain attempt to hide his smile. He had thought that he'd long since gotten used to Sara's games and whims of fancy. He was pleasantly surprised to realise he was wrong. A nagging voice at the back of his mind reminded him that he really needed to get on with all of his work still, but the alluring and most welcome sight in front of him made all the essays and the planning rapidly fade into insignificance. "And what misdemeanour did you commit, Miss Valestein?"
Sara's smirk was glorious as she reached Rean's desk, she took it upon herself to perch herself on the edge, hitching one leg up to expose a slender leg through her skirt, leaning over to support herself on one arm. The position gave Rean a damn good view of her womanly splendour.
"Hmm." She put a finger to her lip in deep thought. "I think I've been a very, very bad girl, Instructor."
"Could you be more … specific?" Rean murmured, eyes trailing places he knew they shouldn't.
"Well, I've been awfully tardy today." Sara's lips quirked into a bit of a bashful smile and a serious look in her eyes for the first time: An apology for being away so long. Then, the devious smirk was back in full force. "And I may have caused quite a bit of a commotion over in Bareahard."
"Is that so?" Rean's eye's widened slightly as he smirked. "In that case, you'll have to give me all the details."
"Of course Instructor, I'll give you my full report later." Sara winked mischievously. "But for now, I really do think I'm due for a bit of punishment." Sara's eyelids fluttered oh so innocently while her words carried an undercurrent of sin. "It's only fair after all. It's only what I deserve, Instructor Rean." She extenuated his name deliciously.
"Hmm." Rean rubbed his chin in deep thought, trying desperately to keep his face as neutral and possible and not grin like a mad fool. "What penalty would suit your crimes, I wonder?"
"I'll do whatever you order me to, Instructor." Sara purred, sliding off the side of the desk to sidle round to the front, laying her hands on the worktop before him. She dipped her head towards him slightly, an angelic expression on her face that barely hid devilish desires. "I'm yours to command."
"Maybe I should just have you do lines." Rean's lips quirked, joking as much to tease as he was trying to alleviate just a little bit of the tension in his frame. He glanced down at the essays still laid out on the desk. "Or else have you help me with all this marking."
Sara pouted: Another of Rean's favourite images. "Is that really all you want from me, Instructor? Is that really all you want to do with me?" She raised a thumb and finger to play with her bottom lip somehow demurely. "After all, I'm here for you to use however you want. Don't you have a better way to use me?"
Rean had many such ways dancing about gleefully in his mind. There were so many and they were all so enticing that he didn't know which to pick from. Hell, he wanted them all. He just didn't know which one to reach for first. Even as he considered all those delicious thoughts however, the unwelcome spectre of all the paperwork he had yet to do still loomed large in the back of his mind.
"I do really need to be getting on with this work, Sara." Rean hated himself for saying it, but it needed to be done.
Sara's face was a mask. "Is that so?" She nodded slowly.
Then, she reached further over the desk, laying both hands on the essays between them. With an almighty flourish, Sara flung the sheets to the side, scattering paper up into the air and fluttering all across the classroom. The pot Rean used for his pens was sent flying as well, clattering to the floor and rolling to hit the side wall with a clink. For his part, Rean merely leaned back, pinning Sara with a heady stare that was equal parts annoyed and amused.
"Oops." Sara smirked, not at all sorry.
Rean clicked his tongue once. There was a time when he would have scowled in annoyance at her before getting up to gather the papers himself. Perhaps it was because of his increased age and experience, perhaps it was simply because of her influence on him, but Rean was not that man anymore. What's more, they both knew it.
Instead, he stood from his chair with barely a sigh. He rounded the desk, slowly.
"You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" Rean asked, almost deceptively quiet and calm, fingers trailing the edge of the desk as he considered.
"So naughty." Sara trilled, looking utterly pleased with herself as she held her ground under Rean's advance.
Rean had rounded the desk completely by now, putting Sara directly between himself and the furniture. He gazed at Sara intently, at everything about her: her smirk, that teasing glint in her eyes yearning for his final decision, even that slight escalation in her breathing as she awaited the plunge. All of her was focussed on him, down to the cellular level.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Rean murmured.
Sara only responded with a flash of something deep and primal in her eyes. She bit down on her lip seductively.
"You want to be punished, don't you?" Rean barely whispered, staring intimately into her amber gaze.
Sara's cheeks flushed a little. At this distance, Rean could hear her swallow thickly. Yet the heady haze held over her, intent to pursue this road to whatever end. She nodded, almost imperceptibly as she kept her amber gaze locked onto him intently through cerise strands.
Rean allowed a smirk of his own to slip through his lips before he grasped Sara by the arms and deftly spun her around. With a gasp of what might have been surprise had she not been expecting it, Sara was bodily bent down over the desk, her cheek almost kissing the worktop. Even from this angle, Rean could easily read that near delighted smile that took over Sara's face for a moment before she rearranged her features to an almost anxious anticipation.
"Was this the sort of punishment you had in mind, Miss Valestein?" Rean murmured, somehow keeping his voice even as he peered over her, mind running wild with all the possibilities.
"Just about." Sara barely contained her chuckle.
Her chuckle was abruptly cut off into a cry of surprise, the sound joined by a high pitched smack.
"'Just about' what?" Rean raised his hand again from her rear.
Sara angled her head back a little to gaze into Rean's eyes. Her own was a haze of barely contained lust. "Just about, Instructor."
"Good girl." Rean smirked.
Then, just for good measure, another smack rang out in the quiet classroom. There was a time when Rean had flinched away from such behaviour, even when receiving Sara's often vocal, often physical encouragement. Now though, he readily gave into his and her demons.
"Ah!" Sara gasped before the chuckle returned. "Was that really called for, Instructor?"
"You tell me." Rean swooped in over Sara, planting his arms either side of the Bracer splayed out on the desk. With his body pressed right up to hers, there was no mistaking that slight shiver that rang through her form. Even with her face pressed into the worktop, he could still read the tremor of barely held back desire, as though she was holding herself back from flipping round and grabbing him herself. She wanted this game to play out for as long as possible, he knew. "Do you want me to stop? Put you on lines instead?"
A pause. Sara nearly bit down hard enough on her lip to draw blood.
"No." Sara whimpered. "Instructor- Ah!"
Another smacking sound.
"I heard a pause there, Miss Valestein." Rean crooned as he pulled back to stand over her again. Better to deliver his punishments that way.
Sara spun a glare his way. "Rean." She growled.
Another smack. Another yelp.
"This is your game, Miss Valestein." Rean smirked. "Least you could do is play by the rules."
As fierce as that glare was, Rean knew all too well that she was having far too much fun to break it off now. Sara breathed deep, letting strands of cerise fall over her face haphazardly. She shifted her weight from one side to the other slightly, as though yearning to adjust her hair or tend to her tender rear perhaps. Not that Rean would let her do either of course.
"Yes, Instructor Rean." Sara breathed. "Whatever you say, Instructor."
Though Rean had long since discovered the potential for pleasure in the pain, he also still yearned for the simpler things. He reached down to grab Sara by the arms again and gently yet firmly pulled her back up to stand straight again. She fixed him with a curious look as she was spun around, only for whatever question she had to die on her lips as Rean pressed a deep, longing kiss to them. His hands grasping her face almost possessively.
Then, the imperious Instructor came back in full.
"That was a reward for being a good girl, Miss Valestein." Rean purred once they parted, raising a thumb to rub at her lip gently as he grasped her chin. "Do you want more rewards like that?"
Sara could only nod with a vague grin, her gaze hazy and unfocussed. Her lips responded in finding Rean's thumb, planting little kisses along it and drawing it in to suck on seductively.
Rean watched that display for a moment, swiftly deciding that she had the right idea.
"Kneel, Miss Valestein." Rean commanded.
Sara swooped down to her knees with a knowing waggle of her eyebrows. Somehow, she made even that small action seem graceful and sexy. "Whatever do you plan to do with me, Instructor?" She murmured with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes.
"I think you know all too well." Rean tried to supress his chuckle. He moved back slightly to divest himself of his shoes and belt.
"Why, Instructor!" Sara adopted a shocked expression that wouldn't have fooled Rean even in the earliest days of their relationship back in Trista. "Do you mean to undress in front of me?"
Rean smirked. "I think I'll let you have that honour." He moved forward again, nodding down at his trousers. "If you want to get high marks that is."
Sara readily accepted with a smirk of her own. She reached up to the zip and in no time had his trousers hitting the floor around his ankles.
"Instructor Rean, you seem awfully pleased to see me." Sara barely contained a chuckle, eyeing his obvious and growing excitement.
"You have no idea." Rean murmured, smiling slightly. "You know what I want you to do, Sara."
Sara smiled as she freed Rean from his boxers. With only a glimmering wink more, Sara set about pleasing her Instructor. Slow at first, it was always slow to start with. She picked up the pace soon enough though, playing at him with lips and tongue in a teasing way that could only be done by her. What's more, she always added to the performance with little murmurs and trills of pleasure. It was a potent enough combination that Rean had to desperately think of other things – the work he had yet to do, groceries he needed to get perhaps, Ash's damn near illiterate essay – in order to keep from finishing her work prematurely.
Still, Rean watched her intently as she worked. His fingers soon wove their way into cerise hair, caressing her head as she moved rhythmically. Always her gaze was locked onto his. Those amber eyes of hers a complicated mixture of lust, teasing, devotion, pleasure and even love that could only be Sara.
Only Sara could look at him like that.
"Alright, that's enough." Rean breathed as he eased her head back and off of him. Anymore and he simply wouldn't be able to control himself. Yet he wanted to keep the game going for as long as possible. Her head tapped the back of the desk, thin trails of saliva extended from him to her. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
"Aww, had enough, Instructor?" Sara smirked a little, her words broken up slightly by panting.
"Not by a long shot." Rean answered her smirk in kind. "You need to learn your place, Miss Valestein. It's not right that I'm standing here half naked when you're still clothed like that."
"Hmm, well whatever should we do about that, Instructor?" Sara quirked her head with her smirk, still kneeling before him.
Rean leant down slightly to pull her up to her feet. He reached up to brush those errant strands of cerise from her face. "Let's see about evening the playing field." He smirked.
With that, Rean swiftly moved his hands to her blouse, yanking it down by the shoulders. Sara gasped slightly as the motion forced her arms in, trapping them slightly against her body as the blouse stretched and bunched up around her. A couple of buttons burst free around her generous bust.
"Hey! Watch it mister!" Sara complained with a scowl.
"I'll buy you a new one, Sara." Rean smirked, letting her have that comment without a smack on the rear.
"You better, Instructor." Sara shook her head with a groan. "I liked that top."
"I promise I'll make it up to you, Sara." Rean moved in to silence her with another deep kiss. Her complaints quickly melted away into delectable sighs.
"Well, get to it then." Sara sighed.
Rean loomed back into Sara's space, not to kiss her, but to stare deep into her eyes, arms either side on the desk, pinning her in place. "Was that an order, Miss Valestein?" Rean purred low and dangerous.
Sara swallowed thickly, the spark of delight in her eyes still. "No, Instructor Rean."
"I should hope not." Rean smirked. He waited a moment more, savouring that slight hitch to her breathing, one of almost anxious delight, not fear. Then, he pulled back a little, dragging her with him and spinning her once more so that her back was pressed into his front.
"What now, Instructor?" Sara breathed as Rean's hand slid down her stomach and around her thigh.
It was often like this, Rean thought absently as his hands worked. Sara regularly wanted to know what Rean planned to do with her. It wasn't out of fear at all, they'd both lived far too adventurous lives to be afraid of a little unknown, and they'd trusted each other implicitly for years before they'd first kissed even. No, it was simply all part of the game for Sara. It was like when she was his Instructor, holding the cards close to her chest whenever they were out on a field trip. She liked the expectancy, the anticipation, to know what was coming, even if she didn't know exactly how or when.
Sometimes Rean humoured her. Sometimes he didn't.
"You'll find out, I'm sure." Rean smirked.
Sara's expression was tinged by frustration, but it quickly crumbled away to hunger again when Rean stroked a hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling at her centre. She was close, but she could be much closer.
Rean set about devoting his attention to every part of her body in turn. He tugged the skirt down with an experienced hand, freeing those toned legs at last, before stroking back to the thighs. He loved that strap she had buckled around her left thigh. It served no practical purpose, he had no idea why she had it, but it delighted him all the same. He left that there.
Then, he moved up towards her stomach, pushing the lower end of her blouse up to caress the hot skin there. Her belly fluctuated in waves as Sara reacted to his every touch. Though he left the blouse for last, Rean quickly found her bosom, perhaps his favourite part. Sara breathed hot chuckles as his fingers kneaded into each breast. With every touch, every caress and every feel, Rean made desperate attempts to make up for the last few weeks apart.
Throughout her ordeal by touch, Sara suffered his attentions with murmurs and groans. She was quickly made to pant despite the fact that she was just stood there, locked in place by Rean's arm around her.
"There, I think that's enough for now." Rean murmured eventually. He pushed Sara back to the desk. She stood there before him, nearly completely bare except for the shirt still bunched up about her chest, that strap on her leg, and that string she had tied around her neck.
Sara cocked her head with a devilish smirk. "Like what you see, Instructor?" She deftly kicked the skirt out from around her ankles.
Rean responded by moving back in for yet another kiss, longer and more passionate than each of the others before. He could have spent all night just kissing her, it never got old. "Oh yes." He sighed when they parted.
"Good." Sara moaned with a lazy smirk. It seemed she enjoyed kissing almost as well. "Well, are you going to let me free?" Sara waggled herself back and forth a little. "Or do you plan to leave me tied up like this, a little present for you to enjoy later?"
She could so very easily escape her situation if she wanted to, at any moment. They both knew this, even though it would probably result in her blouse being completely torn. Even so, they both loved to pretend.
"Don't tempt me." Rean grinned.
"So, what do you have planned for me next, Instructor?"
"Well, you've done such a good job so far. I think it's time for another reward, don't you?"
Sara's smirk could have lit up the sun.
Rean moved forward and stirred his hands to her waist, picking her up in one swift motion. Sara chuckled gloriously as she was placed upon the desk. He didn't even need to push or order her to lay back, she did it for him. Her hair spilled over the other side while she propped one leg up on the edge nearest Rean.
"Good girl." Rean smirked.
"Anything for you, Instructor Rean." Sara purred with a wink.
"Keep talking like that Miss Valestein, I'll make sure you get the highest marks."
With that, Rean knelt down before the desk, quickly pressing hot kisses to Sara's legs and thighs. Each touch grew closer and closer to his goal. Sara picked her head up to watch him intently. She bit down on her lip at the lower end of her smirk. The Bracer released a long, divine sigh when Rean's tongue first hit its mark. There were many more sighs, breaths and moans to come as Rean pressed into her. He gradually built up the pace as she had before. He tried to keep his gaze fixed on her face above all else, to judge the sensations she felt, to know when to push harder and faster and when to back off. Even when she threw her head back in apparent delight, he kept his eyes trained up towards hers. He didn't want to miss a second of her experience. He wanted to savour it.
"Ooh, yes." Sara hissed through clenched teeth.
"'Yes' what?" Rean broke away from her abruptly with a smirk.
Oh Aidios, how he loved that glare she sent his way.
"Instructor." Sara drawled, silently promising a swift bullet and a swifter blade if he didn't continue.
Rean threw her a wink before returning to his work. He started from scratch again, slow and steady, even though he could almost feel Sara's frustration through his tongue and fingertips. She must have been closer than he'd thought.
No matter, he'd get her there again. Eventually.
As he built up the pace once more, Rean reached a hand up to lace his fingers with hers. He squeezed and caressed her hand as intimately as he would to her breasts, her bottom or any other area that only he could see or touch.
Their hands had always been a closely held form of affection for them both. Back when they'd first started dating, they didn't want to advertise it to the world. The idea of the famous Ashen Chevalier and the Purple Lightning in a relationship together was surely enough to send Zemuria's papers into overdrive (as it proved for a time when their relationship became public knowledge). Back then, they'd relied on quick touches, brief squeezes and light caresses of each other's hands to show their love. Even before they realised their true feelings for each other, when they were truly Instructor and student even, Rean remembered many a time when they'd reached out to briefly touch the other at times of sadness, joy and just about anything really. They'd always had a physical relationship in one way or another, and they told each other everything through their hands.
Sara encouraged him to go further and faster with a squeeze. Rean readily complied.
Rean watched her carefully once more. When her breathing hitched to a more rapid pant, when she squeezed down hard on his hand, that was when Rean pulled back once more.
Sara's head flopped back, falling over the edge of the desk. "You're a cruel monster, you know that, Rean?"
"I do." Rean smirked as he got up from his kneeling position. He reached over the desk to gently lift Sara's head from her depleted position, flopping over the desk's edge.
Sara looked up at him with a smile that was equal parts frustrated, flustered and loving. "Haven't I had enough punishment by now, Instructor?" The heady look in her eyes was yearning for the final release.
"You know …" Rean began as he used his hands to rotate Sara on the desk so that her whole body was now supported on the worktop. She relaxed a little into the space, yet still she was poised so artfully before him. He had no idea how she did that, to always be so effortlessly sexy. "I think you have."
Sara released a thankful sigh. She released another one when Rean fumbled with her stretched shirt for a moment, releasing her finally from her 'shackles'. Rean was keenly aware of her amber eyes watching him intently as he climbed onto the desk with her. She accommodated him immediately, wrapping her arms and legs around him intimately.
Leaning his head down to get a good luck at what he was doing, Rean eased himself towards her. Sara widened her legs that bit more to make the task easier on him. They both breathed deep together as they joined, as though they'd connected on an even more intimate level, a level where they both knew the other's thoughts and actions before they even came.
Rean looked back up into Sara's eyes as he began to rock back and forth into her, swaying into a rhythm punctuated by their heated breathes colliding. Sara claimed his lips in a desperate embrace as he upped the tempo, driving deeper and harder into her. Each thrust sent a jolt through her, like some carnal electricity. It did such wonderful things to her that Rean couldn't look away, he wouldn't. It made her hair jump up in staccato. It made her chest leap in a joyous bounce. She was beautiful. She was beautiful and she was his.
"I think … I think I-" Sara breathed, eyes near closed in her lust addled haze.
"I know." Rean drove on all the more.
Only when Sara moaned out in her final release, when she began to reclaim some of the focus that had been lost to the desire in her eyes, only then did Rean succumb to the need himself. He let out a ragged gasp as the climax trilled through his body and he gradually slowed his pace as they both rode down from their euphoric highs. He made sure to finish with one last strong thrust, deeper inside Sara still, before dropping bodily on top of her.
They lay there for what could have been an hour, maybe two even, just relishing the relief and the peace that came after the high had faded away.
"Rean?" Sara murmured into the quiet.
"Yeah?" Rean lifted his head to look at her again. He was still inside her, yet the smirk on her lips told him that she didn't mind that at all.
"So, how'd I perform, Instructor? Do I get top marks?" Sara purred, cheeks still deeply flushed. Her hair was a bit of a mess, with locks sticking to her face with sweat that could have been his as much as hers, yet still she looked so divinely beautiful. She always looked so beautiful, no matter the circumstance.
Rean breathed a chuckle. "Absolutely. S rank, no question."
Sara raised a triumphant fist, though the action was laboured. "Yes!" She winked his way with a full bodied smirk.
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"Ash's handwriting is appalling." Sara sighed a little while later, shaking her head as she gazed up at the scrawled paper.
Rean lazily glanced over with a smile. Sara was scowling at the essay in thinly veiled disgust. The Bracer / former Instructor / occasional sex mad schoolgirl lay like he did on his desk still. Sara was nestled into his arms slightly as they made the best use of the worktop's space. It was hardly the most comfortable lounging position, but neither of them seemed to mind though. They'd both had plenty of experience sleeping in rough conditions after all. They were kept warm principally by each other, their limbs wrapped together, though one of Sara's legs hung over the edge of the desk, swaying back and forth softly. Rean's jacket was draped over Sara as a makeshift blanket as she lay beside and on top of him.
Rean's smile grew just that little bit wider seeing her like that. The possessive part of his mind trilled in glee: That's my girlfriend, naked under my jacket, lying in my classroom, on my desk, in my arms. He had no idea how he'd ever managed to get so lucky.
"Seriously, how can you even read this? It's like a whole other language." Sara chuckled softly. "At least none of you guys gave me this much trouble."
"You get used to it after a while. Honestly he's better now than he was when he first came here." Rean quirked a smile. "I'll let you do his then. I'll get started on one of the others." Juna's or Musse's essays had to be around somewhere. Gazing around though, there looked to have been a maelstrom in the classroom. Sheets of paper where scattered everywhere, one sheet had even gotten lodged in a gap between two of the ceiling tiles somehow.
"No way mister." Sara scowled, reaching over to palm the paper to Rean's bare chest. "You're not leaving me to deal with this mess. This is your student's work, you deal with it."
"So assertive all of a sudden." Rean smirked. "Where was this streak of authority earlier?"
Sara's cheeks lit up, though she found a smirk settling on her lips. "Well, ahem, a lady doesn't lead the dance after all, does she? Not all the time anyway." She winked. "Besides, after the week I've had, I needed to just let loose and unwind a little." She shuffled herself closer to lay her head on Rean's shoulder with a contented sigh. "Thanks for playing along."
"Anytime." Rean smiled, before quietly realising that might not have been the best thing to say. Anytime was not a good time for that sort of thing after all. What if Sara had tried her feminine wiles on him when Rean was teaching? Would he be strong enough to resist and avoid a scandal? He had his doubts. He silently hoped Sara was discreet enough not to accost him in front of his students. "Was work really that bad?"
Sara groaned. "Like you wouldn't believe." She shuffled her positon to prop herself up on an arm so that she could gripe to his face easier. "Some idiot nobles in Bareahard seemed intent on getting themselves killed apparently."
"Oh?" Rean tried to suppress an amused smile.
"They wanted to go look at the wildlife in the Aurochs canyon, seemed very keen to head off the beaten path for some reason. I kept telling them, 'there are easier and cheaper ways of committing suicide', but they wouldn't listen. Oh well, they paid me well enough to keep them safe and I did just that, though one of them had a bad habit of literally running off, straight into trouble whenever my back was turned. Only Aidios knows how he didn't get eaten." She sighed heavily. "Anyway, enough about all that, I didn't come all the way here just to moan at you." Sara smirked and brought a hand up to walk her fingers up his chest playfully. "I came to make very good use of you."
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being used?" Rean quipped.
"Oh, come on, Rean." Sara laughed with a knowing look. "Are you really telling me you've never once fantasised about taking hold of me in the classroom, bending me over a desk and having your wicked way with me right then and there, just like earlier?"
"Well, not right in front of everyone else at least." Rean almost blushed at the mere thought.
Sara chuckled. "Fair point. That might have got us both into a bit of trouble."
"So would this if anyone caught us." Rean glanced down at their distinctly undressed bodies pointedly.
"Like I'd let anyone see us like this." Sara waved off his concern. "I'm the Purple Lightning, remember? Nothing can catch lightning." She smirked.
"That's alright for you, I'm not that fast."
"Well, you know what they say."
Rean raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Nice guys finish last." Sara winked.
Rean's brow narrowed in confusion for a moment. Then he breathed a chuckle. "Aidios' sake, Sara."
"What? It's a compliment." Sara laughed.
"A crude one." Rean shook his head. "Now come on, let's get up."
"Do we have to?" Sara complained.
"Yes." Rean asserted, drawing on all his experience as an Instructor. He reluctantly forced himself to disentangle from his lover and dragged himself from the desk. He began to search about for his clothes, strewn about everywhere. "Come on, the last thing I need is for my student's to ask why the classroom's in a mess like this."
"You could just get them to clean it up for you." Sara muttered, a bit put out, still lying back on the desk, arms folded stubbornly. "Call it 'experience helping the community' or something."
Rean idly wondered how many tasks Sara had given him and his peers were actually jobs she just didn't want to do herself. Probably more than he wanted to know about.
"Not really an option." Rean let himself chuckle at least. He leaned back over Sara to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Come on Sara, at least get up and dressed."
With a begrudging sigh, Sara eventually sat up then slid from the desk and went about in search of her own clothes. She didn't bother putting on the ruined remains of her blouse, though she made a point to remind Rean to buy her a new one. Rean silently decided that he'd happily buy her a dozen of the things if they could keep re-enacting that night again and again. Neither did she bother preserving her modesty too much in front of Rean. In fact, he was certain that she chose to bend over or stretch in certain positons just to make sure he got a good look. There were still a few red marks on her rear that Rean would have felt guilty about, that is, were her hips not swaying about in a manner that told him that she was thoroughly pleased with how the night had gone. While she didn't bother with her ruined blouse as she dressed, she did keep Rean's jacket on as compensation. It strangely suited her actually, though it was clearly too tight around the chest.
Once dressed, it wasn't much a job to tidy up really. Rean put Sara on gathering up the essays she'd thrown about the room. She mimicked his voice irritably but did as she was asked. Rean made sure to make a quick trip to the utility room to grab a cloth and some bleach to give his desk and the floor and anywhere else they'd most likely defiled with their wanton acts of carnal abandon a good clean.
"There, that should do it." Rean nodded, looking around the classroom a short while later. It looked just like it always did. No one should be any the wiser as to the various sins they'd committed there.
"Can't we just stay here?" Sara pouted.
"No, we can't." Rean chuckled. "What do you think will happen when we're woken up in the morning by all my students marching through the door? Come on, we can go back to my dorm." He glanced out the window at the dark, star filled sky. The sun had long since sunk by that point. He hoped that no one would be up at this time to spot them leaving the academy. That would take a bit of explaining.
"But it's so far." Sara complained.
"I have beer back in my room." Rean tempted with a knowing smirk. He always made sure to have a supply on hand should Sara pay a visit.
"You do?" Sara's eyes lit up, as Rean knew they would. "Aww, Rean." She moved up to him and threw her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I knew I liked you for a reason."
"Just the one, eh? Lucky me." Rean chuckled in spite of himself. He used Sara's sudden clinginess to drag her out of the classroom and they started to head out of the school, arm in arm.
"Aww, don't be like that, Rean." Sara crooned. "You know I like you for lots of things."
"Is that so? Like what?"
"If you play your cards right – and if you ply me with lots of beer – you might get to find out." Sara winked.
"I thought I'd already played my cards right, Little Miss Valestein." Rean smirked.
"Oh Rean, Rean, Rean." Sara chuckled with a deliciously devious smirk of her own. "That was just round one."
"Round one?" Rean almost guffawed. His legs stopped working for a moment. Not that long ago he'd had her limp and depleted on his desk. Did she really want more?
Sara nodded with a predatory smile. She licked her lips seductively as she sized him up. "That's right. The gloves come off for round two."
With that she sauntered off ahead of him, heading for the dorms and his bedroom with the unmistakable prowl of a woman on a mission.
Rean took a deep breath before jogging off after her.
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"Instructor Rean." Altina raised her hand patiently in class the next morning. "You appear to have sustained an injury to your neck overnight. Are you alright?"
Rean paused midway through scrawling on the chalkboard. He swallowed thickly. He reached for his neck on instinct, finding the mark easily and cursing Sara silently.
"I'm fine, thanks Altina. It's nothing." Rean smiled weakly.
"How do you know it was done overnight?" Ash asked with a bit of a chuckle. "Keeping tabs on Schwarzer are you?"
"No, it is simply obvious because the injury wasn't there yesterday afternoon, at the end of the school day." Altina supplied matter-of-factly. "Therefore, it must have been incurred at some point between the end of the last class of yesterday and this morning's class."
"How'd you even notice something like that, Allie?" Juna murmured, craning her neck up slightly to try and get a better look at the mark Rean was doing his very best to hide beneath his collar. "Never mind, this is actually pretty normal for you."
"Now that you mention it, it is a strange looking wound." Musse purred, emphasising the word slightly as though she doubted the veracity of Altina's claim.
Rean felt a bead of sweat slide down his back.
Kurt yawned.
"We keeping you up, Vander?" Ash quipped.
"Sorry, just didn't get much sleep is all." Kurt murmured, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "Think there might be something wrong with the boiler in the dorms or something."
"Oh?" Juna quirked her head. "What do you mean?"
"I kept hearing some kind of banging all night, like the boiler was giving out, or trying to explode."
There was a sudden screech as Rean inadvertently scratched the chalk over the board.
"Ah! Careful Instructor!" Juna complained, hands over ears.
"Alright, so who wants to hear about next month's field study?" Rean did his best to smile as he reached for the slips of paper neatly stacked upon his desk. He was thankful his students were seemingly too intrigued at the mere prospect to give any more thought to unexplained neck wounds and suspicious boiler noises.
He made a mental note to either kill Sara later or else invest in some thick insulation for his room.
