Chris sat at his desk, thinking. He was supposed to be grading papers and planning out his lessons since it was his planning period, but he'd tried and he just couldn't pay attention. All he could do was sit there thinking about Stephanie.
As if on cue, someone knocked on his classroom door. He could see that they were trying to get inside from the way that the doorknob was moving, but the door was locked and he'd have to get up and open the door for his visitor. He hurried over to the door and opened it, and was surprised at who stood there.
Stephanie pushed him to the side a little and hurriedly closed the door behind herself. "That door is locked, right, and no one can get in?" she wanted to know, panting slightly.
"Well, any of the house administrators could get in if they needed to because they have keys, but they don't have a reason to," he replied, folding his arms across his chest. He looked her up and down, raising one eyebrow. "Why are you in your gym clothes?"
"Just came from gym," she answered shortly, before catching him off guard and pushing him against the wall right next to the door. She stepped closer to him. "I skipped the rest of the class because I couldn't wait."
"You're stronger than I thought," he said with a laugh, but his laugh stopped short when she pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants (it was tucked in) and started to unbutton his shirt. "What are you doing?" he practically gasped.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to get you naked," she teased. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and took just a moment to take in his glorious chest. "Just like I imagined," she whispered, before beginning to take her own shirt off. "Amazing."
"This is...this is dangerous," he whispered back, even as he helped her pull her shirt over her head. "So dangerous. Didn't I tell you we'd never meet up in school for this?"
"Yeah, you did, but I can't wait anymore," she told him, dropping her shirt to the floor. She stared deeply into his eyes. "I need you, Chris, and I just can't wait anymore... I need to feel you..."
Who was he to deny her, really, to deny what both of them wanted? He couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to, and he sure didn't want to. He pulled her into his arms and looked down at her, biting his lower lip. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure in my life," she answered, before closing the distance between them and kissing him hungrily. "And I know...you want...this too."
"I do..."
"Um, Mr. Irvine, are you here today?" Stephanie asked. She was standing in front of his desk, waving her hand in front of his face, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention, but he was somewhere in Wonderland and he wasn't hearing her at all.
She walked over to the door and closed it, wishing that she had his keys so she could lock them in and away from the outside world, but she didn't know where his keys were. It didn't matter, though, because what were the chances that someone would walk in on them anyway?
She made her way back over to his desk, then walked over to him and leaned over to whisper into his ear. "Chris, if you don't answer me right now, I'm going to-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, because suddenly he turned to look at her and pulled her into his lap.
"Hey, Beautiful," he said, smiling at her. "I was just daydreaming about you."
"Well, it had to be good, then," she said pointedly, moving around a little on his lap. "If what I can feel right here is evidence..."
"Was my door locked?" he asked, blushing slightly.
"No, or I wouldn't be in here," she replied, laughing at him. "You really aren't here today, are you?"
"Not really," he answered, motioning for her to stand up so he could stand up as well. "I can't seem to concentrate on anything, and it's pretty much your fault." He walked over to the door, opening it to lock it from the outside, then came back in and sat back down in his chair. She had decided to take a seat on the desk in front of him instead, and he looked up at her as he leaned back in his chair. "All your fault."
"How is it my fault?" she asked curiously.
"I just keep thinking about you," he said with a sigh. "Then my thoughts turn into daydreams and my daydreams turn into fantasies, and I just can't seem to concentrate on anything that I'm supposed to be doing."
"Well now you know how I feel in class," she laughed, leaning forward a little. "You did just lock the door, right?"
"I did," he confirmed, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "You want to tell me what you came here for?"
"I got a pass from my gym teacher to come make up a test in your class."
"But you've never missed or failed a test in my class. You don't have any tests to make up."
"Ok, so I told a little white lie," she confessed, getting off of his desk and straddling him on his chair. She leaned forward a little, her lips right next to his ear. "But it was for a really, really good cause..."
"Stephanie..."
"Shhh..."
"We're not supposed to be doing this here, remember?" he reminded her, but he wasn't trying to push her away. In fact, he pulled her closer.
"I know we're not supposed to, but..." She kissed his neck softly, before trailing her kisses over to the corner of his lips. "But don't you want to, Chris? Because I want to..."
She was making it hard for him to say no, literally, and if she kissed him properly, he'd most definitely give in. Hadn't he just been fantasizing about this very moment? Hadn't he been anticipating this very moment since that day in the gym?
He pushed all of the questions and thoughts to the back of his mind and kissed her. This wasn't just a peck on the lips, either, and he could feel himself getting caught up in this already, losing control...
"So you want this?" she asked breathlessly, pulling back a little to look at him.
"I want this," he breathed, kissing her again before she had a chance to speak again. He could feel her smiling against his lips, and he smiled back, pulling her ever closer as the kiss got deeper.
Just then, a voice came crackling over the PA system, startling them apart. They pulled apart as the principal announced that all teachers needed to be present at a meeting that day right after school let out, which was only a few minutes away.
"Wow, I wasn't planning on going to a meeting today after this," he said with a strained laugh. "I don't think I'm in any condition to be around anyone else besides you right now."
"Is that your way of telling me that you're horny?" she asked bluntly, moving around on his lap a little.
"God, yes," he replied, closing his eyes and biting his lip. "But we're going to have to pick this up at another time."
"I understand..." She stood up in front of him and smiled down at him. "I'm just going to get out of here so you can get ready for your meeting..."
"Let me at least walk you to the door," he said, standing up in front of her. He noticed her looking down at the front of his pants again and he stepped closer, smirking. "I'm up here, remember?"
"I remember," she said, smirking back. "And you don't have to walk me to the door, this wasn't exactly a date."
"I'll feel like a gentleman if I walk you to the door," he joked. She rolled her eyes and he laughed at her as they walked over to the door. He opened it and leaned against it as she stepped out.
"Thanks for letting me make up my test, Mr. Irvine, I'm glad that I won't be failing this class," she said loudly as another teacher came walking down the hallway.
"No problem, Miss McMahon, anytime," he answered as the other teacher passed by. He nodded at him, then turned back to Stephanie, who winked at him and started to walk away.
Yes, anytime, he thought to himself as he watched her go and thought of her lips. Anytime.
