Alex stood in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing the post-sex tangles out of her hair. "I can feel you watching me..." she said, smirk audible in her voice. She turned her head, glancing at Emily over her shoulder, finding her leaning against the door frame, eyes trailing over her body.

Emily shrugged, eyes glinting with mischief. She crossed the short distance between them to wrap her arms around Alex's waist – slipping her hands under the Yale t-shirt she'd borrowed, tracing patterns on her skin just above the waistband of her panties – and rest her chin on her shoulder. "I wish you didn't have to rush off to work," she lamented.

Alex hummed softly. "I know...it would be much more fun to have morning sex and lay in bed, but..." She leaned back in Emily's arms, enjoying the tender embrace. A contented smile crossed her lips, her eyes falling closed as she allowed herself a few moments of indulgence.

"Not just for the sex," Emily said, though that was clearly part of it. "I wish we could just have a normal morning, be a normal couple..." She wasn't one to complain about what they had because it was good and it worked for them...but on the rare occasion when she stopped to think about it, she had to admit that she did, in fact, want more from their relationship.

She nodded, sighed. "Maybe one day..." she murmured, reluctant to disappoint Emily. "But as long as we're keeping Rosie in the dark, it's hard to have that kind of normalcy."

Emily pressed her lips to Alex's neck. "Maybe we should think about telling her?" she suggested in a whisper. "Is there any reason not to?" They'd both agreed in the beginning that it was better to keep it a secret from the teenager, simply because she might find it uncomfortable to have her mother dating her teacher...but now, so much time had passed that there was no easy way to confess their secret.

"We'll talk about it, okay?" She turned in Emily's embrace to wrap her arms around her neck, leaning in to kiss her. "But now I really have to get ready for work."

Alex strode through the rows of desks, passing back the previous week's tests. "Most of you did very well," she remarked. "Though some of you clearly struggled."

She paused beside Rosie's desk, set down her test. For a moment, she caught Rosie's gaze, making the girl's cheeks flame red, before she ducked down to look at her paper.

See me after class! was written on the top in bold red pen.

Alex tapped the page in subtle emphasis, then moved on.

When the bell rang, Rosie took her time packing up her things, waiting for the rest of the students to filter out of the classroom. Approaching Alex's desk, she couldn't help but smile brightly, though she knew she should be doing a better job of acting guilty, lest Alex realize there was more to the story than simply a poor grade...

Alex glanced up at her, pulling off her glasses as she closed her lesson plan and set it aside. "Rosie, what happened?" she asked. She shook her head slowly, disappointment clear in her eyes.

"Hmm?" She pretended not to understand what she was talking about.

"I've never seen you do so poorly on a test," Alex explained. "Are you having trouble understanding the material?"

Rosie shrugged. "I thought I was understanding it," she said, "But I guess...not." She gave a contrite smile.

Alex sighed. "I don't think I need to remind you that this material absolutely will be on your final exam..." When Rosie nodded, she added, "I want to give you another chance to earn back some of these marks. I'm going to assign you a tutor and..."

"No!" Rosie said immediately.

Alex raised a brow curiously at the outburst.

Rosie winced. "I mean...could, umm, could you tutor me? I just think I'll get a much clearer understanding of the material if you're the one who's teaching it to me." She batted her eyes sweetly.

Alex pursed her lips in thought, but ultimately nodded. "I'm going to need something from you in exchange..."

"Yes?" Rosie said, overly eager. She didn't want to give away just how excited she was by the prospect, but wasn't quite able to contain it.

"I've got a lot of clerical work that needs to be done," she explained. "You'll come in before class and assist me each day. Sound fair?"

Rosie nodded, willing to do anything Alex asked if it meant spending time alone with her.

Meg was leaning against Rosie's locker, waiting for her. She had an impatient expression on her face, partly because she was annoyed at the wait, partly because she was eager to hear what had transpired. "So?"

Rosie raised a brow in question at the vague prompt.

"What did the milf want?" Meg asked, a wicked grin on her lips.

Rosie flushed red. "Don't call her that," she muttered. When Meg continued staring expectantly, she heaved a sigh. "I failed a test."

"What!? You're like the smartest kid in the whole class..."

It was Rosie's turn to grin mischievously. "I did it on purpose," she admitted.

"Why?"

Rosie rolled her eyes. "Because now she's going to tutor me," she explained as if to a small child. "Personally. One on one."

Meg crowed with laughter. "You whore," she scoffed. "You're like some kind of evil genius at seducing older women..."

She just smirked, shrugged.

A thought seemed to occur to Meg then. "Won't your mom flip the fuck out when she sees your grade?"

Rosie sighed. "She probably won't even notice – she's too busy with her new girlfriend that she thinks I don't know she has..." She rolled her eyes. "It's sickening really."

"Now you know how I feel about you," Meg teased.

Rosie shoved her playfully aside. "Shut up – you love being a fly on the wall of my love life because you know you're not getting laid any time soon."

"And you are?"

She just smirked, waggled her brows, making Meg snort with laughter.