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Post by silas on Feb 23, 2011 19:27:16 GMT -5
Silas laughed heartily at her comment. It wasn’t just teenage boys who had that problem. As men grew older, they just became better at pretending that they didn’t. He knew he spent a good portion of his day thinking about it. “I care about what’s in your ‘noggin’.” He replied, watching as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. . .which were only partially clad in those shorts that she couldn’t stop from riding up. He looked up at her face again. “As your teacher. I mean. . .that’s my job.” Even if he did never get to relate to her the way he wanted to, Silas could never deny that Aleka was his favorite student. She displayed an unforeseen intellectual curiosity that he greatly admired and appreciated in the classroom. She wasn’t exactly the most outspoken of the bunch, but he had always been able to see that something interesting was going on in that mind of hers.
She thought he was amazing. Silas didn’t smile, only stared at her as she tried to correct herself. As he looked into those eyes, he suddenly became cognizant of the fact that she had feelings for him. And he was relieved. So then it hadn’t been one-sided. So then he wasn’t a perverted dirty old man like his conscience had informed him he was. He had felt that he was imagining these things, that something truly had to be wrong with him if he believed that he was establishing some sort of emotional connection with a student. But there it was. . .she had just said it, she liked him. He watched as she looked down at the binder, before rising up suddenly. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face toward his own and looked into those ruby red eyes of hers. He knew exactly what he was doing when he allowed his lips to graze hers, before he slowly pressed them there. She was so. . .sweet.
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Post by ALEKA FERN MORIARTY on Feb 23, 2011 19:42:22 GMT -5
Aleka grinned when he had told her that he cared about what was going on in her head. Did he really? Because he seemed a little fixated on what was going on her her legs, considering he had just watched her uncross and cross her legs again. She tugged the shorts down once more, before moving to grab a blackberry. That was when it happened. It was like everything slowed down, and sped up all in an instant. His hand was on her chin, and she was tugged halfway up, to meet his lips, which were a good deal above her own body, considering how tall he was, and how she was sitting down. Her hands reached for his shoulders to steady herself and she blinked, all in the fraction of a second that he had tugged her up against him. Her fingers clenched his shirt a bit as she finally found her footing, and she pulled back for a split second, taking a breath.
"Oh." She said quietly, she craned underneath him in the same position she had been tugged up into. That's when her mind went blank, and her body took over. Her hands ran from his shoulders to his hair, gripping slightly as she tugged his face back to her own, giving him that one small second to catch his breath before diving right back in. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Her mind repeated to her, over and over until it just became a mushed up jumbled combination of the word, and then fell silent once more as the fingers of her left hand found the edge of his shirt, running her fingers slightly up it, to his back. Making out with a teacher was definitely not something she had on her to-do list... But it made a lovely addition that she was to make sure happened every. single. lunchtime.
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Post by silas on Feb 24, 2011 14:29:28 GMT -5
His hand slipped to the small of her back, bracing her body against his as their kiss deepened. His mind had been there in the beginning, had helped him to initiate the thing, but now it was gone. The nerve cells in other parts of his body were taking control. He felt his hand travel up her thigh and gently toy with the hem of those shorts that had just previously been taunting him, but he was not entirely conscious of the thing. He liked this, the feeling of her body against his own. He was delighting in the forbiddenness of this fruit. He let out a low moan as she gripped his hair, pulling his face down towards hers.
His body lowered into hers, so much so that he could feel the quick beating of her heart against his chest, and he suddenly realized that he was kissing a student. He was kissing a student, he was kissing a student. His mind was repeating the words, but his body seemed to be ignoring them. It was like some sort of low murmur before a loud yell: “You fucking imbecile, can’t you stop yourself?” He pulled away from her then, backing into the table behind him. “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry,” He said aloud, raking his hands through his hair. “I hadn’t meant to-,” but he stopped himself. That was a lie. He could recall everything that had just transpired perfectly, and he knew that there was no denying that he had done it intentionally. It wasn’t her fault at all that he lacked the ability to control himself, but his next statement made it seem like it was: “I think that you should go.” He hadn’t said the words harshly, but they carried meaning harsh enough. What else was he supposed to say? She should go. He was a sick, sick man.
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Post by ALEKA FERN MORIARTY on Feb 24, 2011 14:57:34 GMT -5
Blinking, Aleka stood in the exact same spot, staring at him. How the fuck did it go to this, after being completely into-and rather enthusiastic about-making out with her? She frowned slightly and tried to slow her thought process, but it was no use. Her mind whirled and buzzed, before she finally straightened herself out and watched him, feeling anger bubble up inside her. Don't assault him, you like him. A lot. And he's a teacher. Both problems. Her mind repeated to her, repeating the "assault" part over and over. She couldn't do that to him. Though she noticed how he was beginning to slump a bit, before she backed off a bit, trying to give the giant amount of pressure of gravity she was giving off some slack. She didn't want to crush his brains into the floor. That would kind of suck.
"Yes you did." She mumbled, breathing in slowly to calm herself down. This was fucking... Ridiculous. She took a deep breath in through her nose and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she started to develop a headache from the pressure. Once she had calmed herself down, she took a step towards him, until she could poke his chest angrily. "You know what you're doing." She poked him harder, feeling tears well up, she sucked them back in and took a deep breath. "Why can't you just admit you have feelings for me, so we can just get past this whole fucking bullshit ordeal? It's driving me nuts. I know you want me. And I want you to. You're.. Just... Ugh!" She threw her hands in the air and groaned. "I should have sat with Archer for lunch." She grumbled and moved to grab her stuff, breathing deeply to calm herself down.
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Post by silas on Feb 24, 2011 16:55:58 GMT -5
Before there was the welling of the tears, Silas had looked into her eyes and seen the storm. The last thing he’d wanted to do was hurt her. Something in him told him it was inevitable though. As long as he pursued his interest in her, he felt that offending her would be inescapable. She’d told him she liked him. He had kissed her. This had been the result. “I did,” He acquiesced, breathing deeply. “But I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry.” He watched as she pinched her nose, he felt the enormous weight upon his shoulders, and he knew that her frustration had transitioned to full on anger, and that she wanted to kill him. And all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms again and kiss her again if it meant that she wouldn’t. . .cry.
He was silent as she began to poke him and lecture him. She knew he wanted her and she wanted him too. He didn’t have to explain to her why their desire for one another simply couldn’t be considered the only factor in this equation. Surely she knew that as her teacher, what he had just done had been extremely inappropriate. She had got what she wanted. He had shown her that her interest was not unrequited. The best thing she could do for the both of them now was leave. He knew that. She didn’t realize it now, but she would in the future. “Listen, Aleka-” He stopped himself again. What could he say that would ameliorate the situation. Nothing except “I’m sorry.” He watched as she stormed off angrily. She should have just sat with Archer for lunch.
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