Shakesphere
A hand slipped into his own, holding softly, yet still seeming so tight. There was a smile on those soft lips, and a glimmer of something new in the violet eyes that watched him.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand," The words started, smooth like a warm breeze and filled with more love then he'd ever heard from the other, "This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
His heart quickened, hammering in his chest at the smooth words that came from those pale lips. The smoldering intensity of the violet gaze set on him made his throat run dry, and he was unable to speak for a moment. But, after a glance down, eyes scanning words again, he said,
" Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
A small smirk, a caught breath,
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
"A-Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
" O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." A step was taken forward, and the hand in his own tightened ever so slightly as they grew closer.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
The smirk on Ivan's lips grew, and he leaned a little closer, voice becoming a little softer, and Alfred's mind going a little blanker.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He came in closer, now mere inches away, closer and closer until-
Until the bell of dismissal stopped him.
Students stood, grabbing their bags and closing their books as they headed for the door. The book in Alfred's had was closed as well with a shaky sigh, and Ivan moved away from him, turning his back without a word as he went to his own desk. Mr. Kirkland nodded to Alfred as he passed, and as the two were packing their books he said,
"Thank you both for volunteering to read today. You don't need to again tomorrow, I'll make some other students be Romeo and Juilet next time."
Ivan merely smiled and nodded, glancing at Alfred one last time before slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving the class. Alfred cursed the warmth on his cheeks and grabbed his backpack.
He really hated Shakesphere.
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