A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews :) and to anyone else who has read! Here's the next part, I seem to end up babbling, there was supposed to be a lot more in this update but it'll have to wait until the next chapter :D Hope you like it. Also, Nikki's deputy head in this fic, not that it's really important that you know that but hey :)
~Mini Peacelet~
Fuelled by her morning boost of caffeine, obtained from a fresh brew, scorching with evaporating steam, that appeared to have more of a positive influence than the petite quantity she had consumed shortly after stirring from her slumber, that had decreased to a temperature lower than to her taste, Nikki rushed to finish preparing for work.
The brunette tossed her tube of mascara into her unfastened, black handbag to accompany the rest of the unnecessary clutter the leather contained subsequently to coating her long, thick lashes in a rushed coat, highlighting her cornflower blue orbs that sparkled like freshly polished diamonds, followed by a cylinder of natural lip balm.
"Nik, are you ready to go?" Christine called as she collected her suit jacket that corresponded with the tailored trousers she had chosen for the day; one of the more expensive outfits she owned, very professional for her position.
Nikki glimpsed at her watch, they were unquestionably late, "Nearly!" She replied as she darted around and deposited a couple more items into her bag before rotating around on the spot and scanning the disordered bedroom for her other shoe.
When her partner didn't emerge downstairs after a few minutes, minutes that protracted to seem like so much longer, the blonde padded upstairs and into the bedroom, "Are you ready? We really need to leave now." She asserted, conscious of time and perhaps too cognisant to any other members of staff suspecting anything between the two absent colleagues.
Nikki nodded rapidly, "I don't suppose you know where my other shoe is do you?" She chewed anxiously on her bottom lip, battling the urge not to laugh at a situation that was actually quite serious.
Christine was unable to resist the stifled giggle that escaped her lips, shaking her head in reply, "No, I don't," Her brown eyes scrutinised the room vaguely.
"I've literally looked everywhere," Nikki muttered - a hyperbole - cursing her absurdity for her incapability to remember where she had carelessly abandoned her other shoe, not that she had minded at the time because she had been influenced by a combination of various alcoholic substances and the craving of sleep.
After another hazy search and still no luck in discovering Nikki's other ankle boot, and with time undoubtably against them, Christine made the only logical, temporary suggestion she could devise, "We've not got time to stop by your place, you're going to have to borrow a pair of mine for today."
Nikki nodded, faintly reluctant at the proposal but cooperating because she understood that there really wasn't another option, "what if Connor notices though?" Her older woman's son was still unaware of his mother's involvement with another female and she was certain that Connor would be able to recognise Christine's footwear especially since they were going to be an obvious contrast to her own, usual shoes.
"You don't teach him do you?" Christine endeavoured tensely.
"No," The reply was instant, much of a relief for the blonde.
"Then he'll be non the wiser." Christine reassured.
The no nonsense teacher slipped her feet into one of the only pairs of short boots Christine owned, realising that by the end of the school day her feet would be aching terribly; she rarely wore shoes that had a high, thin heel - partly because of her natural height, and partly because they hurt her feet - she was used to either flats or a low chunky heel, unfortunately her partner owned neither, so she was going to have to make do.
The two women grasped everything they would need for the day ahead and scurried out the house, getting into Christine's vehicle. The headmistress twisted the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life and soon they were accelerating down the tarmac streets of Greenock, probably exceeding the speed limits because of their hurry, and swerving to avoid deep craters in the road that had evolved from ignored potholes created from the harsh winter of constant, heavy rain.
They sped into the deserted playground, decorated with staff vehicles and pulled into the usual spot Christine always parked in, "If anyone asks we were at a meeting, and I picked you up because you phoned me to say your car had broken down." She had evidently been thinking ahead.
Nikki nodded, "okay," she fumbled with the door release before Christine interrupted her, pausing her in her tracks.
"Don't I get a kiss before we go in?" Christine smirked, aware of how unprofessional it was to consent to a public display of affection, but no one was looking and she wasn't sure she would be able to resist her beautiful lover for the entire day otherwise.
Nikki smiled and inclined forward, brushing her lips against Christine's, savouring the impulsing sensation for the last time for at least the next six hours if they were to obey by their contracts. "See you later," she grinned as she observed her girlfriend's beautiful brown eyes, twinkling with lust and life, incredibly flawless.
