Ice pelted against the windows in Nathan's study, but neither he nor Sydney really heard it. Sydney was straddling Nathan's lap, her mouth on his, hungry. His hands ran along her thighs and his heart raced. How they got into the position they were in, he could hardly remember now and he honestly didn't care. They had finally been working on the finishing touches of the mentoring program, but became distracted somewhere along the way. It had been a couple of weeks since they had been alone at Sydney's, and a month since they'd been active in Sedgwick's office. When Sydney's teeth tugged at his earlobe, he felt his body respond.

"Oh yeah?" Sydney asked, readjusting her hips.

Nathan blushed, but smiled. "Can't do much about that under the circumstances."

Sydney went back to kissing him, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. Nathan did the same, breaking from her lips to kiss her neck. He soon found his hands lifting her shirt over her head, bringing a black lace bra into view.

"I've missed you," Nathan began, causing Sydney to smile, "and you know, I once again get the raging hormone thing." He laughed at himself. "Funny how I can now relate to ninety percent of the male population at school."

Sydney loved that she excited Nathan. The attraction they had for one another hadn't waned at all despite the impossible schedule their relationship faced over the last month. While they hadn't been physical together, they had entertained one another over the phone on a few occasions and had grown closer on a more intimate level day by day. They were never without something to talk about and they both treasured that. "Well, it's always good to be in touch with the student body's way of thinking."

"Not the body I'm interested in right now," Nathan said. "That was terrible."

"Nathan?" Sydney giggled.

"Hm?"

"Less talk?" Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'm in touch with my inner cheerleader." She kissed him again, not able to help herself. The freezing rain fell more steadily outside, tapping harder against the windows, and her hips began to move rhythmically. Nathan began to moan, wanting so badly to move things into his bedroom right then and there, but being far too curious about what might transpire in his study.

Sydney continued to grind herself against his hardened length until she realized she couldn't stand the clothing between them any longer. She smiled wickedly, eyeing Nathan's jacket, hanging on the back of the chair they were both currently occupying. She reached into the inside jacket pocket and grabbed his wallet…then dangled a foil packet in front of him.

"Right here, huh?" he asked, his voice low.

Sydney responded by leaving his lap and reaching up under her skirt. When her hands reemerged, panties that matched her bra were twirling around one finger. "Mister Gardner?" she said, making her voice breathy, almost Marilyn-esque. "I won't be allowed to cheer on Friday night if I don't get my history grade," she bit her lower lip and stared between his legs, "up."

Not missing a beat, Nathan folded his hands across his chest and did his best to look stern. "Well, young lady, since you neglected to study for any of the tests you knew about well in advance and refused to do any of the extra credit available to you…"

"I'm doing very well in my sex-ed class, Mister Gardner…in fact, I think I might be able to teach you a thing or two." Sydney was doing her best not to giggle at how ridiculous she sounded. She toyed with her bra a little, but could tell that Nathan liked the way she looked right now…half dressed, skin blushing with want…she left it, as well as her skirt, on as she sunk to her knees. She had unzipped his pants and freed his aching length when she felt his finger on her chin, making her look up at him. "Something wrong, teach?"

"Not the…right assignment," he said with a wink. "How about you…" He broke character for a second. "Are we, uh, being dirty or cute?"

Sydney laughed, then quickly answered. "What's gonna get me onto the sidelines at the game?"

Nathan's eyes went dark. Role-playing had been unheard of during his marriage. He grabbed the small foil package and tore it open. After sheathing himself, he very simply said, "Fucking me." Sydney's stomach flipped and she instantly went back to his lap, impaling herself on him, all but screaming at the contact. The brief game was over now…the time their bodies had been apart had been too long for both of them. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wanting more access to his skin and she kissed him wherever she could. She varied her pace from rough and erratic to slow and steady, a bit too aware of the chair at times and hoping it didn't break. Nathan's hands caressed her backside under her skirt, occasionally spanking a cheek…something Nathan never would have expected, but learned she enjoyed during their last tryst.

"God, I've missed you too," Sydney cried, a long overdue orgasm sweeping through her body, her sex clenching around Nathan's.

"Syd," he moaned, holding her close to his chest. He quickly added, "I love you." He refused to come…he wanted more for both of them.

Sydney kissed him, unable to stop smiling as she did so. "I love you too."

Unbeknownst to either of them, Susan returned home. Charlie wanted to get her there safely before the roads became too treacherous. With no visiting car in the driveway, as Sydney parked on the street, she didn't know there was anyone else in the house. She almost made it to her room when she heard her father's voice coming from his study. She didn't hear any words, only low groans. Her mind immediately went to the worst scenario, thinking that for some reason her father relapsed once again.

She jogged down the hall, fully prepared to lay into him and burst through his study's door. "Dad, I swear to God!"

"Susan?" Nathan's voice was high pitched, his eyes wide.

"Oh God…oh, God…" She had expected to see her father drunk and slumped over his desk, but instead found his face smeared with lipstick, his shirt hanging open, and her bra clad English teacher on his lap. "I'm…really sorry." She backed out of the room trying her best not to laugh…not because she thought it was funny, but because her hunch about her father's interest in her teacher had been correct.

Sydney got up quickly, trying to pull her shirt back over her head and find where her underwear had landed. Had she not felt like a teenager earlier, she certainly did now…only it seemed that getting caught by a teenager was worse than getting caught by a parent.

A few minutes later, Nathan stood in his daughter's bedroom doorway, his shirt back together, but unaware of the lipstick on his face. "Uh, I have no idea what I'm supposed to…ah…"

Susan smiled, but didn't look directly at her father. "Sorry, Dad. Usually you making noises in the study is a bad thing."

"Ugh, are you gonna need therapy now? I mean the real kind not Ch…"

"Usually a kid walking in on…that…Dad, if anything, this is going to keep me out…I was really starting to wonder about you."

"I made you, you know," Nathan replied, sarcastically.

Susan rolled her eyes. "How long, Dad?"

"How long…what?" He asked, knowing her question.

"You know what."

"Few months…ish"

Her smile widened. "I'm impressed. Not a whisper around school and you snuck around me somehow."

"I thought Charlie was taking you to Rodine's after your date," he said, changing the subject.

"It's getting really bad out, it was closer for him to take me home." Her tone changed. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Dad. You thought I wasn't going to be home and…oh…oh my GOD! I didn't think that…you've been getting laid…you were getting laid!"

Nathan's face went crimson. "I thought you knew that you just walked in on that?"

Susan blushed as well. "I thought you were just…you were both mostly dressed and…you didn't get to finish! I'll put my headphones on for the rest of the night, I swear."

Nathan went crimson and ran his hands roughly through his hair, having trouble believing the conversation currently taking place. "Really won't be necessary, honey." He looked like he wanted to add something to that statement but didn't. He disappeared from Susan's view and went to find Sydney. He found her in the bathroom.

"Nathan, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," he said softly, putting an arm around her waist. He saw himself in the mirror and laughed. "Your color really doesn't work on me."

"I should go," she said.

"No," Nathan replied all too quickly. "The roads are awful…and Susan, well it wasn't the ideal way for her to find out, but you know she's been on me to ask you out for quite some time."

Sydney bit back a smile. "She's still talking about that, huh?"

"Mm hm."

"Did she ask me to have sex with you in front of her too?" she asked, sounding helpless.

"Actually, it took her a little while to put all of those pieces into place." He pulled her into his arms completely. "This sort of makes things a little easier, doesn't it?"

"And more complicated?"

Nathan shook his head, laughing. "Maybe if we would've been completely naked it would be a little different, but, no I really don't think so." He looked at the clock. "It's early. How about we both clean up and…see if Susan is up to being social?"

"We're just gonna try to play this off as normal, huh?"

"Yup."

"Sounds good."