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"How do you afford this?" Jane asked before she could stop herself. She knew immediately that it was a rude question. She stuttered over an apology but Ms. Isles stopped her.

"No, it's okay," smiled. "When my father passed, he left behind a lot of money. He split it between my mother, myself, my sister, and my brother." She took off her coat and hung it up in the corner. "Coat?" She asked hospitably. Jane nodded with a small smirk and took off her coat.

This was the first time Ms. Isles really noticed how beautiful Jane's form was. She tried so hard not to notice the slight but womanly curves of her humble breasts and narrow waist. She knew bringing Jane here was a bad idea.

Ms. Isles snapped out of her thoughts and took Jane's coat. The smirk never left Jane's lips when she saw how Ms. Isles looked at her.

"Hungry?" Ms. Isles asked in a distracted tone before turning away from the coat rack.

"Uh," Jane thought for a moment. "No, I'm fine."

"Okay," Ms. Isles turned around, trying to look away from Jane. She walked back into her kitchen, her heels clicking on the marble. "Well, I am." She said in a cheery way.

Ms. Isles putt a bag of popcorn into her microwave. Jane decided that she could get used to seeing Ms. Isles outside of school and being someone else other than her English teacher.

Jane stood there, just watching Ms. Isles wander around her kitchen. She loved how the older woman was so effortless in her beauty. She wasn't wearing much make up and her blonde hair fell past her shoulders in the most natural waves.

" ," Jane felt like her stomach was going to fall out of her butt. She knew what she had to ask the woman standing in front of her. Jane knew that if she didn't ask, she would never know. Ms. Isles looked at her as she was grabbing a bowl out of an overhead cabinet, as if she was frozen in her spot.

Ms. Isles put the bowl on her counter and turned her body completely to Jane. She had no idea why, but she was nervous to find out what the younger girl was going to ask her.

"Would you have," Jane stopped abruptly, suddenly her voice catching in her throat. She tried again. "Would you have… brought… any one of your students here?" Jane's hands were clamming up.

Ms. Isles shifted uncomfortably where she stood. "If you feel uncomfortable, I can-"

"No, I don't." Jane replied almost too quickly.

"Okay," Ms. Isles didn't know how to respond to this. This young girl had just called her out on something that was significant. She had brought one of her students to her home, after meeting her in a dance club. This didn't look good, and they both could see that. Ms. Isles cleared her throat as she walked to lean on the island in the middle of her kitchen. "I brought you here because I would rather have you here than in a club filled with drunken idiots."

Jane nodded nervously, looking at Ms. Isles as she intertwined her fingers nervously. "That wasn't my question."

Ms. Isles ran a hand through her hair, contemplating what to say next. "I know," It was all that came out, all that could.

"Would you?" Jane asked again. She needed the answer. It was the only thing that would make her sure of what she should do, or what she shouldn't. It was Ms. Isles's turn to make a fool of herself.

"No," Ms. Isles said after a long awkward pause. "I suppose I wouldn't have."

"Oh,"Jane said in a slightly higher pitch than intended.

The two shared a quiet moment, but it wasn't awkward anymore. It was a comforting silence. Locking eyes with each other, Ms. Isles took a hesitant step forward. Jane's breath stopped short as Ms. Isles's steps progressed slowly. Jane stood her ground.

Ms. Isles was anything but sure of what she was doing. She knew that this seventeen year old was not like the rest, she was something more than that. She was special. Ms. Isles reached out a shaking hand to take Jane's forearm. When their skin touched, both women had no idea what to do next.

What's happening? Is her hand really on my arm?

Ms. Isles knew what normally came after a connection like this- a kiss. I can't, she's-she's… Ms. Isles's thoughts were jumbling and racing inside her head, her nerves on live wire as she moved her face closer to Jane's. Jane felt herself being pulled to Ms. Isles's lips as if they were magnets.

Two inches apart, they could feel each other's breath. Ms. Isles was about to close the space between them when the microwave beeped to signal that the popcorn was finished. The two jumped apart like a spontaneous fire had ignited between them.

Ms. Isles had the most embarrassed look on her face. She immediately tried to cover it up by attending to the popcorn.

Jane's eyes closed in absolute disbelief. "Ms. Isles, I…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"No," Ms. Isles shook her head as she turned around without taking the popcorn out of the microwave. "I'm sorry. That was completely inappropriate. I think that you should go home now."

"But, I- how am I supposed to get home?" Jane could feel her cheeks reddening and the areas behind her eyes heating up. Soon, the tears would come.

"I-I don't know. I just know that you shouldn't be here, and this wasn't a good idea." Ms. Isles said, looking at the floor.

Jane clenched her fists so tightly that her nails were beginning to dig into her skin. "You- you. Do I have to remind you that you almost just kissed me?"

"I know!" Ms. Isles, said abruptly.

"You want me here!" Jane insisted. "I-I know you want me here."

Ms. Isles looked at the shaking mess of a girl she had managed to turn Jane into in about two minutes. She was unbelievable upset with herself, that she had let this go this far.

Ms. Isles knew that it wasn't the right thing to do to give Jane a ride home that day, or give Jane her number, or practically hold her hand in the club, or to bring her home with her. Now, she was in the scariest position in the world, being so attracted to a student that a kiss was almost shared.

"Jay," Ms. Isles reached out for Jane's arm again. Surprisingly, Jane didn't pull away. "I want you here." Ms. Isles's words came out almost like a song, with a melodically quiet tone that sent shivers down Jane's spine.

Then, Ms. Isles begun to move her face closer to Jane's again. This time, she knew that she had to do it. She had made this decision, and there was no going back now.

Jane's heart stopped for the seconds that went on for years between them. The inching closer of lips, the agonizing anticipation of a first kiss.

Finally, their lips brushed. It was so soft and so quick that neither was sure it actually happened. After their first contact occurred, both grew more confident. Ms. Isles took initiative and pressed her lips slightly harder against Jane's. Jane's reaction was one that expected from an inexperienced young woman. She didn't quite know what to do with her lips, but slowly Ms. Isles taught her the perfect way to move them. After about twenty seconds, the two pulled apart, their breathing heavy.

They had moved closer during the interaction which made them share their body heat. 's hand was gently caressing Jane's left cheek as they grinned at each other.

Ms. Isles's gleaming eyes were mirrored only by Jane's twinkling ones.

"So," Jane began, still locking eyes with the taller goddess in front of her. "Can I call you Maura now?"

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