Whistles

This takes place after Isabel and Alistair have been together for a while.

Isabel entered the gym, the heels of her stilettos clacking against the finished wood floors as she walked. The sound echoed through the large space, and as soon as Alistair heard it he lifted his head from his clipboard and greeted her with the lopsided smile that made her heart melt. She smiled back at him, her grin only growing when his expression shifted to one of awe as his eyes trailed over her body. His jaw even dropped a bit.

Mission accomplished.

"Hello, dear," she chirped, and he snapped his eyes back up to her face.

"Izzy, you look… I, um… that dress…"

"I happen to think purple's my color," she replied gesturing to herself. Alistair nodded, his eyes roving over her again.

"Yes. Yes, it definitely is," he muttered. He shook his head and cleared his throat, glancing towards his students, some of which were eyeing her suspiciously instead of doing whatever warm-ups they were supposed to be doing. Alistair grabbed the whistle hanging from his neck and brought it up to his lips, blowing into it and ordering his students to get back to work. "What are you doing here, love?" he asked, turning his attention back to her.

Isabel took the clipboard from his hands and placed it on the bleachers before stepping up to him, pouting. "I woke up alone this morning," she said with a sigh, walking her fingers up his chest. He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm before lacing their fingers together.

"I knew you were tired and I didn't want to wake you up just because I had to get here early."

"That's very noble of you, but we didn't get to spend any quality time together last night, and I fully intended on making up for it this morning," she said suggestively.

"Really?" A blush started to creep up onto his cheeks, and she shot him a wry smile.

"Oh, yes," Isabel said, her eyes traveling down his muscular body. She bit her lip at the thought of what was hiding under his clothes… it was a damn shame he hadn't woken her up.

"Isabel?"

"Hmm?"

"You're looking at me like that again," he said, and he swallowed hard when she met his gaze.

"Like what, dear?"

"Like you're picturing me naked," he grumbled, and she laughed, his cheeks burning up even more.

"That's because I am picturing you naked," she said.

"Oh."

Isabel took a moment to appreciate the adorable blush on his handsome face before closing the distance between them. She slid her free hand up his abdomen to his chest, twirling his whistle between her fingers. Alistair inhaled sharply at her touch, his breaths coming shorter, his grip tightening on her hand that he was still holding. She absolutely loved the effect she had on him.

"Alistair," she started, her voice low and seductive. "Do you know what else I'm thinking about?"

"What?" he breathed, his voice rough, amber eyes flicking down to her lips before returning to her eyes.

Isabel brought her lips to his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe. "I want to blow your whistle…Coach," she purred, and she heard him gulp.

"Shit, Izzy, I—"

He couldn't finish, a particularly loud cough interrupting them. Alistair glanced over towards the source of the sound, and as soon as he saw it was one of his students, he abruptly stepped back from Isabel, nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Emma, what can I do for you?"

"We've finished stretching, Coach," the other woman stated, her eyes narrowing at Isabel. The woman—Emma—turned her attention back to Alistair, twirling her hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes at him as she asked about what he had planned for the remainder of the class. Isabel snorted a laugh. The girl was flirting with her boyfriend… and bless Alistair's soul, he didn't even notice.

When he finished enthusiastically explaining what he had planned, Isabel looped her arm through his, and he looked at her with a quirked eyebrow, confused as to what she was doing.

"You know, Ali, that sounds very exciting. I think I'll stick around and watch," she stated, reveling in the glare Emma was giving her.

"You have time?" he asked, and she waived her hand in dismissal.

"I'll make the time." She stepped forward and pressed herself against him, planting a deep kiss to his lips. It seemed he forgot they had an audience, his hand gently cupping her face as his arm twined around her waist to keep her close. When the kiss broke, Alistair smiled affectionately at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. She quickly pecked the tip of his nose before disentangling herself from him. "Now go, you have an entire class of students waiting for you," she said, shooing him away

Emma forced herself to smile now that Alistair's attention had returned to her, but as soon as he turned away to address the rest of the class she sneered at Isabel. She burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the other woman before plopping down on the bleachers beside Alistair's discarded clipboard. She fully intended on getting some work done while she waited, but she got distracted by Alistair and the way he taught his class. He was passionate about what he did, and it showed. It was one of the reasons she loved him so much.

After the class was over, Isabel strolled over to her boyfriend and dragged him over to the supply closet as the students started to file out of the gym and into the locker rooms. She shoved him inside, and as she went to close the door behind them, her gaze caught Emma's. The woman was clearly unhappy about Isabel getting in the way of whatever she had planned for her gym teacher.

Isabel grinned mischievously at the other woman before locking her and Alistair in the supply closet, fully intending on showing him just what he had missed out on that morning.

She had a whistle to blow.