A/N: So Stephanie came off as a bit more bold than I wanted for her to be and the end of the chapter didn't quite go as I planned...but it writes itself, I'm just the one who types it. Love it, hate it, whatever, just leave a review and I'll love you forever. Really.
She was watching him, and he was watching her, too. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and he didn't know why. It probably had something to do with that short ass skirt she was wearing, wasn't that against the school dress code? Not that he cared that it was against the dress code, he was getting quite the view and he could admit to himself that he didn't want to give that perfect view up.
He let his eyes roam over her body, starting at those strappy high-heeled shoes and traveling slowly up her toned legs. The skirt barely reached mid-thigh when she was standing, so now that she was sitting it was riding up even higher. He could see anything...everything...and he was positive that she'd meant for it to be that way.
His eyes traveled up even more, to her cleavage-baring shirt, and he had to wonder how she'd managed to get past all of the other school officials and into the school in that attire. Her breasts were almost popping out of her top, and for a moment he couldn't seem to drag his eyes away from her cleavage. He could already envision himself showering that exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses, could already see himself pulling the fabric that confined her off so he could kiss her anywhere and everywhere that he desired.
His eyes met hers again, those blue gray eyes that burned so heatedly into his own. He could see the lust in her eyes, he could feel the heat in her stare. She bit her lip slightly as he looked at her and his attention was immediately drawn to her lips, those lips that he could already feel against his again.
If he closed his eyes, he could already see them together. He could feel her kissing and licking a path down his chest and past his abdomen, all the way down to the waistband of his pants. He could already feel her mouth on him, could already feel himself tangling his hand in her silky hair and throwing his own head back in ecstasy, and he wanted it...needed it...and couldn't wait until he could return the favor.
"What is it with you and this blank staring? What's up with you today?"
Chris looked over at his co-worker and sighed before looking back down at the steaming cup of coffee that was on the table in front of him. It was before school and he was sitting in the teacher's lounge, fantasizing about his student. An attractive, intelligent, bold young woman...but she was still his student, and that title made his thoughts, feelings, and urges all wrong.
He'd been warned against this type of behavior many times in his training, and he'd always been one of the first ones to laugh off the possibility of becoming intimately involved with a student. He remembered exactly what he'd said once when that topic of conversation had come up: "I would never jeopardize my job, my freedom to be involved with a student no matter what, and anyone who would entertain that idea shouldn't even attempt to be a teacher."
All it had taken was an innocent question, one innocent question from him to her, to set the wheels in motion. He had only wanted to know why she'd been so distracted in his class. He had been a concerned teacher who only wanted to help one of his best and brightest students, and it had turned into this.
He couldn't exactly pinpoint when his attraction to her had bubbled to the surface. It could have been the day when he'd kept her outside of the class to ask her if something was wrong with his face. That was the day he'd caught her eyes constantly drifting down to his crotch... Or it could've been the day when he'd given her class the assignment to write about something or someone that they felt strongly about, and she had written about him/ice cream.
Yes, that was probably the day that changed everything between them. That was the day when he had made the decision to go work out in the gym during his planning period, just because he knew she had gym that period. Maybe he had wanted something to happen, maybe he was the cause off all of this... It wasn't like he had to listen to her when she leaned back against him and told him to be quiet, and it wasn't like she had forced him to kiss her neck, to taste her skin...
"Ok, Irvine, spill it."
This time Chris didn't even bother looking up from his coffee. "What are you talking about, Paul?" he asked tiredly. His head hurt from thinking about this whole mess, and he hadn't even sealed the deal with this girl yet.
Paul Levesque looked across the table at his fellow teacher thoughtfully for a minute before speaking. "I know something's wrong with you, and I think I know exactly what it is."
"Trust me, you have no idea," Chris replied. He knew that no one knew, because they had been painstakingly careful. Nothing had happened after that last time when she had gotten the pass from her sixth period class to come "make up a test" in his class. Of course, that had been yesterday afternoon, but still...they had been careful.
"Oh, I think I do know," Paul insisted. "I've been teaching a bit longer than you, I can see the signs."
"Signs? What signs?" Chris asked quickly, looking across the table at him.
"Well, you've been withdrawn lately, quiet. Since when have you been quiet? I've known you since high school and you..." Paul's voice trailed off as he laughed and shook his head. "You and I both know that you have never been one to be so quiet."
"I just have things on my mind lately," Chris defended. "Things you wouldn't understand."
"I understand completely. I've been teaching for three years compared to your three months, so I know," Paul assured him. He leaned back in his chair. "Yep, the signs are all there, and they all point to one thing."
"And that one thing is?" Chris held his breath, hoping the other man hadn't figured out what was really going on.
Paul looked at him knowingly. "You don't want to work on your birthday."
"My birthday?" Chris repeated slowly.
"Yeah, man, your birthday is tomorrow and I know you don't want to be here," Paul replied. He stood up, preparing to head to class before school began. "But it won't be so bad, I had to teach summer school on my birthday. We'll get you some cupcakes or something."
"Cupcakes?"
"Yeah, cupcakes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to class, I have to get ready for these heathens we call freshmen... Everybody can't have it easy like you and just teach juniors and seniors."
Chris stood up as well and nodded at the other man as they both left the room and headed in opposite directions. He headed up the stairs to the second floor, deep in thought. So Paul thought he was spacing out because he had to work on his birthday? To tell the truth, he'd forgotten all about his birthday being tomorrow, because he'd been too wrapped up in-
"Stephanie?" he spoke up.
She was standing in front of the door to his classroom, apparently waiting for him. She looked up as he approached her and smiled slightly.
"Good morning," she greeted softly.
"How long have you been waiting out here for me?" he wanted to know.
"About ten minutes." She looked both ways down the deserted hallway before reaching out to pull him to her. "Unlock the door, we have fifteen minutes before the first bell rings."
It was like everything he'd just been brewing over in the teacher's lounge ceased to matter anymore. It was easy to think about how wrong this was when she wasn't anywhere near him, but now?
He looked up and down the hallway, which was still deserted, before fishing his keys quickly out of his pocket. Reaching around her, he unlocked the door, then opened it and pushed her inside. He locked it back and stepped inside the room, not bothering to turn on the lights yet.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked her quietly.
"I had to see you, since we were interrupted yesterday," she responded. She took the initiative and pulled him to her by the collar, pressing her back against the wall. "I thought about it all day after I left your classroom, the way your lips felt on mine."
"So did I," he admitted, unable to stop himself as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her as close as possible. "I could've lost it with you sitting on top of me the way that you were."
"I wanted you to lose control," she whispered, right into his ear. Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, and her tongue darted out to trace along it. "I want you so bad that I can already taste you... I can already feel you..."
"I can already feel you, too," he whispered back, his hands massaging her lower back before moving even lower. He pulled her to him with his hands cupping her butt, pressing himself against her.
She rubbed her thigh against his, biting her lip as she did so and looking directly into his eyes. "Don't you want me now?"
"Hell yes, I want you now," he growled, pressing himself even harder against her. "But school's about to start, we have like ten minutes...and that definitely won't be long enough."
"Are you...sure?" she asked, purposely rubbing her thigh against his crotch. She snaked a hand between them and let it come to a rest on his belt buckle. "Because there are a lot of things we could do in ten minutes."
He couldn't get over how bold she was being; it was turning him on in a big way and definitely clouding his judgment. He sought out her lips and answered her previous question with a kiss. "Ten minutes? Not hardly enough time for what I want to do to you," he mumbled against her lips.
"Or what I want to do to you," she panted. She moaned slightly as he moved suggestively against her, his hands resting on her hips as he held her to him.
His lips found their way to her neck again, it was like he was drawn to it or something. He nipped lightly at the skin, smirking to himself when she gasped his name. She was so responsive, and he wondered just how responsive she was going to be when he could finally have his way with her...
"Mr. Irvine, you have a call on line one. Mr. Irvine, a call on line one," a voice came over the PA system.
"You've got to be kidding me," he groaned, pulling away from Stephanie. One day he was going to break that thing... He reached over and flipped the light switch on, frustrated that they'd been interrupted yet again. This was the problem with trying to do this at school, this was why he had been so against doing it at school in the first place...and of course there was the possibility that they could get caught.
He felt her eyes on him as he walked over to his desk and dropped down into his chair, picking up the phone and pressing a button. He listened to the person on the phone...or tried to, anyway, because as he looked over at her he found himself getting distracted again.
"Yes...a teacher-parent conference after school today...I understand..." His voice trailed off as he watched her approach him, fixing her hair and trying to smooth out any wrinkles in her top. She leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, before whispering into his ear.
"I'll see you in third period."
He nodded in response and watched her as she left the room, holding the door for one of the students in his first period class to enter. She turned around and winked at him behind the other student's back and he smiled a little, while still half listening to the administrator on the phone talking about a conference he was scheduled to attend after school.
"Are you listening, Mr. Irvine?" the voice on the phone screeched.
"Yes, I've heard every word you said," he lied, closing his eyes and thinking about what had come close to happening a few minutes before. Now that it was over, he couldn't believe he'd let it go so far. He couldn't believe he'd let things get so out of hand, so close to time for the school day to begin.
She was making him lose his mind with her seductive charm...and it was wrong but he didn't think he was going to try to stop her.
This girl was going to get him in so much trouble.
