A/N: Sorry this one took so long! As an apology, there's a bit of Naomily development. Sort of.
4:02 AM
Emily awoke with a thin sheen of sweat covering her body, her breathing labored.
Another nightmare, she thought, rubbing at her eyes sleepily and trying to stifle her yawns so as to not wake up her twin, who was still fast asleep in her bed. Emily noticed how tightly she was clutching her bed covers, her knuckles beginning to regain their normal tint as she released the sheets, sliding them off of her sweat covered body.
It was times like these she wished her family had invested in ceiling fans. Her mother and father had refused to buy them any kind of fan, claiming it would aggravate Emily's nonexistent allergies.
When she was seven, Emily had caught the flu from one of her classmates and was sent home by the nurse later on in the day when she hadn't been feeling well. Her mother had instantly blamed it on the dust allergies that Emily didn't have.
Ever since then, she'd been adamant on not buying anything that could potentially aggravate the allergies. Despite the ridiculousness of her mother being unable to accept that she'd merely been ill and didn t have these said allergies, it was a nice gesture. She knew Jenna was only trying to protect her in that odd way she had.
Still, it would have been nice to not have to wait for the air conditioning to turn on and the vent above her head to cool down her body and to have just turned on the fan and tried to return to sleep.
Emily hadn't been able to sleep properly for almost a week now. She had too much on her mind to even contemplate resting. Or rather, too much of one person who really shouldn t be on her mind.
Regardless of her valiant efforts, she couldn't seem to keep her teacher from invading her thoughts. She tried keeping her affections to herself, steering clear of the women despite her earlier resolve to apologize for her false assumptions regarding her comment about Emily's lips. She clearly hadn't meant what Emily was hoping she had, and she'd been wrong for wishing it wasn't so.
It wasn't that she hadn't had the opportunity to apologize for the misunderstanding - she had every chance in the world, really - but she was a bit embarrassed about the entire situation, unable to pluck up the courage to speak to the woman.
In addition to her relentless thoughts, Effy's aloof behavior about the entire situation was beginning to grate on her nerves. The brunette obviously knew something, that much was made obvious.
Throughout the course of the week, Effy had constantly made jabs about student/teacher relationships as if she knew of Emily's crush and was determined to torture her while the group watched on in silent confusion. Luckily, none of her other friends had seemed to catch on to the undeniable attraction she had to her teacher and if Effy truly knew something, she was keeping schtum about it.
She wasn't sure what exactly the brunette was expecting her to do. Considering her sly comments about the ratios of student/teacher relationships ending in disaster, she probably expected Emily to pursue her small crush.
Even the thought of something so impractical made her snort in disbelief. Surely Effy didn't believe she was that stupid. Regardless of her stupidity, she was more than certain her teacher had nothing but platonic feelings for her, if that.
Apparently, she'd been able to distinguish the differences between Katie and her twin, but that didn't mean much. Sure, none of her other teachers could tell the two apart to save their lives, but Ms. Campbell was obviously just a bit more observative than most.
No matter what the rational part of her brain argued, Emily still couldn't help but internally swoon at the fact that the women had seemed to easily discover the distinct differences between herself and Katie. If she were to be truthful, she didn't think she and Katie looked exactly alike as most people seemed to believe. She hated being mistaken for her twin. Emily and Katie were two completely separate people and to be constantly regarded as one another got underneath both of their skin. Emily simply didn't allow it to show as often as Katie did.
Emily wanted to be regarded as an individual whereas Katie didn't want to be mistaken for her incredibly lame sister. Emily hardly had the energy to fight her twin on that; she knew she wasn't what Katie made her out to be, but she was powerless against her sister. She despised feeling so weak and cowardly, but it was better to just allow her twin to control her decisions and argue as little as possible. Everything ran more smoothly that way.
She wanted more than anything to break free of the title she had as 'Katie's sister,' but couldn t seem to find the strength to do so. The desire was there, but she was completely void of strength to fight off her sister and become an individual as she craved.
Emily remembered vividly the first day she'd dyed her hair red.
She'd thought it was a bold decision on her end; something that would finally set her apart from her overbearing twin sister. Unluckily for Emily, Katie didn't seem to agree with that idea. The moment she d seen her with a different hair color, her twin had made sure she dyed hers as well, telling everyone it was her idea and that Emily had copied her.
She wasn't upset that Katie had lied - on the contrary, her sister lied quite often, she'd gotten well used to it by now - she was upset that she was still looked at the same way. Perhaps a bit more lamely now.
Because Katie had been the first to dye her hair. Katie had made the bold decision. Katie was the daring twin. Emily was simply following in her footsteps.
Of course, she'd had to get over it no matter how upset it made her. Katie always got her way, and she'd trample anyone who got in the way of that, even her own sister.
An accidental sigh escaped Emily's lips, causing her to stiffen when her sister stirred in bed. Luckily, Katie was a rather heavy sleeper. She relaxed as she heard the surprisingly soothing sound of her sister s snoring, the normally annoying noise now lulling her back into sleep.
6:52 AM
After being knocked out cold for a few hours, Emily had awoken once again. This time, it hadn't been a nightmare that disturbed her sleep, but a dream that caused her to realize just how damp she was between the legs.
She sighed, chastising herself silently for having dreams like that about someone she shouldn t be dreaming about at all. In retrospective, she shouldn't even be thinking about her. And she definitely shouldn t be on her mind 24/7. The one place she could escape thoughts of her new teacher were her dreams, which had now been invaded as well.
Emily stayed in the same position for a good thirty minutes, willing herself to fall back into slumber.
With the realization that it was increasingly difficult to try and drift off to sleep when she was still practically throbbing from her earlier dream, she quietly stood from her bed and left her room. Cold showers were good for wet dreams, weren't they? She almost facepalmed herself as realization dawned on her once again.
She was having her first wet dream. About a teacher, nonetheless.
Not even when she was with Sabrina had she ever had a wet dream. She wondered if that was normal. If she should have been dreaming about the girl when they had been in a relationship. She loved Sabrina, of that she was sure. So why hadn't she dreamt of her in that way?
Maybe it was the fact that her teacher was unattainable whereas her ex-girlfriend hadn't been. While they were in a relationship, Emily could have done anything she wanted with Sabrina. She would never have that chance with Ms. Campbell. And she shouldn't be wanting to. She shouldn't want her teacher the way her dreams told her she did. She shouldn't want her at all.
Unfortunately, the line between right and wrong was constantly being blurred. As her mind reasoned that it wasn't practical of her to have the kind of attraction she did to her teacher, her heart told her to go with her affections. The consistent battle of her brain and heart were making her rethink what was acceptable and what wasn't.
If her heart reacted so catastrophically to being around the woman, there had to be something; it couldn't be all bad.
But her mind told her differently. Teachers got axed for those kinds of things and she was almost certain Ms. Campbell didn't have anything but a normal teacher/student interest in her.
But why had she been staring at her lips? That usually only meant one thing. Then again, if she'd spotted such a significant difference between Emily and her twin, she'd been staring at Katie's lips as well. The thought made her heart drop and a knot form in her stomach.
Maybe she'd misinterpreted the entire situation and the woman was actually admiring Katie's lips.
Emily shook the thoughts from her head; she hadn't admitted to admiring either of their lips. Only that she was looking closely.
After reaching the bathroom, she started the shower, turning the knob to the coldest degree. She quickly stripped out of her bra and knickers, stepping into the tub and barely even flinching at the frigid temperature. She closed her eyes as the cool water cascaded down her body, washing away the events of her very vivid dream.
As the slightly jealous thoughts began to drip away, her arousal from the dream only grew the more she thought about it - and she couldn't not think about something like that. Her teacher's lips nipping at her neck, one hand inching up her thigh as the other massaged her breasts through the thin fabric separating the two of them.
Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was between her legs and she was rubbing vigorously. Working her bottom lip between her teeth, she envisioned Ms. Campbell's hand replacing her own. An involuntary moan ripped from the back of her throat at her vivid imagination, almost being able to feel delightfully soft lips against her own. Emily's stomach contracted slightly, releasing her juices onto her waiting fingers. She sighed in relief as the force of her orgasm washed over her, her legs growing weak.
After the pleasure had subsided, a melancholy feeling passed over her. Because her hand would never be her teacher's and the only lips she'd be feeling on her own were imaginary ones. For the first time in a while, Emily felt completely alone.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Ems, I swear if I have to listen to you moan in your sleep one more time, I'm going to, like, properly hang myself."
"Sorry," Emily mumbled sheepishly as she shoveled another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
She didn't realize she was that vocal during dreams and wondered as her face tinged pink what else Katie had heard. She wasn't exactly quiet in the shower yesterday.
The thought of her sister catching Emily getting herself off or discovering she had a wet dream was almost unbearably embarrassing. And what was even more embarrassing was what she had gotten herself off to.
Don't think about it, Emily scolded herself, already feeling a dampness begin to grow in between her legs as she remembered her particularly vivid dreams. She crossed her legs uncomfortably, trying to expel the sudden wetness somehow. Katie seemed to notice and looked at her questioningly, with an almost amused smirk dancing across her lips.
"We're going to be late. We should get going, yeah?" Emily said before any potentially incriminating questions could be asked.
She stood from her seat at the table and dumped the remains of her breakfast into the sink, slinging her bag over her shoulder and making her way towards the door.
Emily arrived at the bus stop much more quickly than her twin that day. She hadn't waited for Katie and her snarky comments, opting to walk to their usual spot on her own.
When Katie did finally arrive, she'd been too angry to remember the events of the morning, yelling at Emily for not waiting up. As usual, Emily only half-listened to her sister's complaints and began counting down the seconds to the bus arrival. 569.
She avoided Effy altogether, not wanting a repeat of their encounter last week and took a seat next to Cook, allowing Katie to talk her usual seat beside the enigmatic brunette who was pointedly staring at Emily. She decided she'd rather endure the vulgarity that came with sitting beside Cook than Effy staring her down and talking about things Emily would rather not hear.
The bus ride went much more quickly than normal, which was a pleasant surprise. Emily was more than eager to return back to school. And not just because of her teacher.
Oh, what the hell, there was no use in lying to herself; she wanted to see Ms. Campbell.
She wanted to see her penetrating blue eyes and her soft-looking lips. She wanted to see what she was wearing and just how well it would compliment her chest. She wanted to see her soft smile and hear her joyful laugh. As much as she wanted to deny it, her weekend had been particularly dreadful for only one reason. She hadn't been able to see the one reason she hadn't thought about Sabrina for the past week.
Emily realized how pathetic she was being, but couldn t find it in her to care.
She hoped none of her friends noticed her haste in making it to class that morning. She hoped none of them noticed how quickly she'd rushed through the door and how she'd stopped in her tracks when she saw the stunning beauty that was their teacher. And she hoped to whatever god there is that no one noticed how she'd thoroughly eye fucked her before walking to her seat.
But, as luck would have it, a certain mysterious brunette had been aware of all of these things, as was told by the knowing smirk gracing her lips when her gaze met Emily's.
Instead of holding the brunette's stare, she kept her eyes glued to the teacher at the front of the room. Emily took in every feature, taking the time to appreciate every curve and admiring the woman as she moved easily around the room.
She had to resist closing her eyes dreamily when Ms. Campbell began speaking, her voice acting as a lullaby to Emily. A lullaby that was turning her on more so than it was lulling her to sleep.
Stop it, she heard the rational side of her brain growl.
Despite her growing infatuation with the woman, she didn't know a thing about her. She didn't know her favourite color or favourite food or which side of the bed she slept on. Fuck's sake, she didn't even know her first name. All she knew was that she should definitely not be having the kind of thoughts she was having about someone she hardly new, much less her teacher. But there was something about the woman that continually drew Emily in. She was completely powerless when it came to Ms. Campbell.
It was rather irritating, actually. To be at someone's complete beck and call when they aren't even aware of what kind of hold they had on you, and if they did, they wouldn't understand why. You don t even understand why. But that doesn't stop your mind from constantly craving them when they're not around. And even when they are around, you're craving them in a way you definitely should not be.
Emily was surprised and disappointed by how quickly the bell came, signaling that the class they were currently in had ended and to proceed on to the next one. She sighed, gathering her belongings and beginning to walk towards the exit when she was called back.
"Emily, could you stay a moment?" Came an angelic voice that nearly made Emily melt. She couldn't help but revel in the way her teacher had said her name, never having heard it sound quite so beautiful.
"Um, yeah, sure!"
Calm the fuck down, Emily. She asked you to stay after for a moment, not if she could fuck you on top of her desk. Emily silently cursed herself for being as turned on as she was at the thought.
Before her inappropriate thoughts could continue, her teacher was moving towards her until they were at a rather close proximity. Emily wasn't sure if she wanted to back up a step or pull the woman closer.
"I just wanted to thank you for the other day. Helping me with my grading," Ms. Campbell clarified, looking awfully nonchalant whereas Emily's heart was beating a mile per minute inside her chest.
"Oh. It was really no problem. I'm glad to help."
"Unfortunately for the both of us, I'm completely caught up on my grading at the moment. I'll let you know if I need any extra help."
Emily nodded in agreement and began walking awkwardly towards the door when she wasn't acknowledged again.
"Oh, and Emily?"
"Yes?" She asked, turning around and facing her teacher, brown eyes meeting blue.
"I was staring at your lips."
The considerably lowered voice coupled with the wink that was thrown her way made Emily's heart skip a beat. She felt her face redden and couldn't do anything more than smile shyly in reply before leaving the classroom.
What the fuck was that?
Her teacher had just admitted something Emily had completely ruled out due to their previous conversation. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. Emily was a student and Ms. Campbell was her teacher. They couldn't be thinking of each other in any non-platonic way. It wasn't right. Her heart shouldn t be fluttering in the way it was. She shouldn't be interpreting the confession into something more than it was.
But none of that mattered because Ms. Campbell had just admitted to staring at her lips and Emily couldn't think of anything else.