I actually wrote an extra chapter last night to post today because I knew I wouldn't be in any state to write after the torture that was Hell Bent. Seriously, that episode was a fucking killer, I loved it.
Chapter 5
'I'm sorry I wasn't here last week. I was feeling kinda crap.'
Eleven looked into her eyes and smiled. Another week had passed, and he had finally gotten to see her for tuition after two weeks.
'Don't worry about it. I'm sorry you were ill. I'm sure my grades haven't slipped a dreadful amount yet.' He grinned.
'Well, I did have a look at last weeks work, Eleven, and found that you didn't do it. Why not?'
'I don't know...I guess...I guess I learn better with you.'
It was a poor excuse, he knew, but he didn't want her to become angry or disappointed at him.
'I can make it up tommorrow,' he said, 'I'll do extra on the historical literature essay.'
She laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear while she wrote something on a piece of paper. Her smile drove him insanely mad sometimes, as it did now.
'No, no you don't have to do it.'
'I think it's because the teacher was so boring and not you I started to fall asleep.'
'Flattery will get you nowhere.' She quipped, still smiling at him.
He smiled again in return.
'Really?' He challenged, his eyes dancing.
'Hmm..' She deliberated.
'You're beautiful.' He said, and he instantly regretted it. His eyes dilated in horror as he realised what he had just said. His heart seemed to double in pace and boom against his chest, and he wished he never had said it. It came out in such a rush he hadn't even registered his mouth forming words as he said it in his head. Miss Oswald looked taken aback, but apart from that, her expression was unreadable. He hoped she'd take it well, as silence enraptured them and his cheeks burned just a little bit brighter.
'Uhm...' She managed, her eyes still on his, 'I'm flattered.'
Trying to wave it off, he joked with her.
'I knew you would be!' He said, with a false laugh. Inside, he was mentally hitting himself. What the hell are you doing?
And then, totally unexpectedly and unprecedented, she leaned over her desk, took hold of his shirt in both hands and pressed her lips to his. Receiving the most surprising shock of his life, he realised that she was actually kissing him, and with further shock, he was kissing her back. His mouth curves to fit hers and he stood perfectly still. Her lips were warm and sweet to the taste, perfectly soft and better than he had ever imagined then to be. Yet all to soon she pulled away, and although it had been chaste, it had also been the best moment in his life. She looked up at him apologetically, and he still stood there, completely frozen to the spot and his eyes still wide with surprise.
She looked ashamedly down at her desk, not able to make eye contact.
'I'm...I'm so sorry, I...I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. Could we just forget this ever-'
Her words were cut off as Eleven had reached over and pulled her into a fervent and unyielding kiss, his lips finally fitting the frame of hers and moving perfectly against them. His arm was at her back, the other threading through her silky hair urgently, stroking it with a fast paced rhythm that matched that of their kisses. With relief she didn't withdraw and didn't restrain, let him kiss her with everything he had. A desk separated them, yet she felt heavenly to him, and her hands came up to encircle his neck. His palms cupped both sides of her cheeks, his thumbs stroking her face as he managed to kneel on the top of her desk, and pushed her back as he jumped over to the other side. Immediately pressing her up against the wall, he finally felt her body pressed to his, and it was over sensational. It was better than anything in a dream. His hands held her hips and her tongue probed his and he allowed her entry as his heart thundered at her tongue in his mouth, and it was almost too real to be true. Her hands lightly ruffled his hair and she pulled him closer to her. He could feel her heartbeat, feel her soft hands roam up and down his body like she too, had been dreaming of this moment. He flicked his tongue, and she gave out a breathy moan against his mouth, which sent him crazy, digging his fingertips into her hips and she finally pulled her lips from his, instead breathing heavily against him while her hands still had a hold of his hair. She was still so close, their noses touching, and they both stared at each other with sparkling eyes. Nothing was said between them as they both caught their breath, but nothing could be said to convey the extent of what had just happened, and what was still happening, as their bodies were still pressed to each other's. Finally, he managed to speak.
'You are beautiful.'
'I'm flattered.' She said back immediately.
His weight shifted and they were facing each other, shock still rippling through their veins.
'Go,' She told him, 'before anyone sees you. If someone was to walk in-'
'It doesn't matter.' He said, putting a finger to her lips.
'It does.'
He gave her something between a smirk and a smile.
'I'll see you next week, then.'
She smiled at him in return.
'I hope so.'
He turned and left, and the surprise of it was still cording through his bloodstream. He couldn't believe that had just happened. She was so heavenly perfect, better than anything else in the universe. As he made way up to his dorm, a huge knowing and secretive smile on his face, he relayed the events in his head repeatedly.
He couldn't wait til next week.
•••••
It had finally happened, and she still felt shocked at her actions. She was a teacher, he was a student, and yet their bodies fit so well together and it was better than anything else she had experienced. She was so fearful of people coming in unexpectedly to see them in that position, and it set her on edge. Yet the thrill of it all was overwhelming, and just from the scent of his hair turned her on. In fact, she could have let events unravel and unfold in that moment, if it were not for the fear of being interrupted, and the fact she was constantly reminding herself she couldn't be doing this. She couldn't believe he felt the same way, couldn't believe he kissed her back, or that he had called her beautiful. It brought about craving in an embarrassing way, but she was sure she could make it a week. What was really going to be struggle was the thought of acting as 'just his English teacher' in front of him and the class, pretending like nothing ever happened. She was worried that someone would find out by the flirtatious glances they would be giving each other, which she inevitably knew what was going to happen. Thankfully, it was the weekend tomorrow so she didn't have to face the problems yet. But she was so happy, ecstatically so, it was hard to contain. And that part of her was screaming in exultance. With a smile playing on her lips as she tapped on her computer, she relayed the events in her head repeatedly. She couldn't wait til next week.
