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The... I don't know. I really, honestly don't know what happened, but I do know that I must've been drunk, or overtired, or something, I don't even know, and I'm not making any sense, and I just can't, can't admit what I did- what she did-
I...
I kissed her.
Given, it was accidental, it was a mess and not really pleasant at all to taste blood and have a swollen lip for two days, but-
It was unexpected, the way my body fit around hers. It was... exact. Precise. As if we were-
No.
I won't write about her.
I'm not going to write about her.
I can't.
Except- God, her skin is so smooth, like satin. It almost didn't feel solid, almost didn't feel there. And I wanted-- no, I want--
No.
I want to kiss her. To really kiss her. To kiss her and mean it, to have her like it--
I need to stop this.
This is--
Unethical.
This is a work environment, for God's sake, and she's a student--
Part of me doesn't care.
I have detention with her again today.
I wonder if she'll even show up.
~ES

"Don't forget, you have an essay due Monday," Erwin called over the frenzy of students, the sound of backpacks zipping, obnoxious iPod music and incessant chatter reaching it's peak as the room emptied.
He let calloused fingers massage his temple gently, as in his mind, a list of tasks that needed accomplishing replayed again and again. It seemed as of late that none of said tasks were getting done.
A subtle introductory cough sounded from near him.
A familiar young woman stood at the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, her backpack slung across one shoulder.
"[Name]."
She strolled into the room, closing the door behind her and tossing her bag unceremoniously into an empty seat.
"You wanted to see me? What's up?"
He paused, collecting his thoughts as she walked up to his desk, palms open against the cheap wood.
"About last week."
She frowned immediately, a dusting of red over her cheeks. It's not like she didn't see this coming, but still...
"What about it?"
Her bottom lip was still slightly swollen.
"I... ah, look, I..." He floundered uselessly for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. "It was an accident, and I apoligize." He looked up at her, pleading- she could very easily ruin his reputation with this one little piece of information.
She laughed. An honest, carefree laugh that made him want to smile in a strange sort of way.
"I was hoping that was an accident," She grinned widely. "Otherwise, I'd have to break it to you that making a girl bleed isn't exactly what you should be aiming for."
He had the decency to blush slightly.
"Well, if that was all, I'll just be on my way," She shrugged nonchalantly, giving Erwin a mock-salute before walking out.
He didn't realize until he got home that she was supposed to stay for detention.

0~0~0~0

He saw her again on Monday.
The classroom had emptied in the usual scramble for the door, everyone pushing and shoving in a wild attempt to get out. He sighed from where he stood near the door, turning to head back to his desk when he heard that same light cough.
Her.
Damn.
He'd hoped beyond hope that for at least a few weeks, he'd be away from her, if only to get himself back under control (God only knows how much he hated being supceptible to such mundane urges). But fate seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, and she pushed up on the counter as the door closed.
"Hi," She remarked lightly.
He didn't respond, closing his eyes shut tight and hoping when he opened them she'd be gone.
"What's up with you? Not talkative today?" She smirked, tapping a pencil quickly against the counter.
"Stop that," He said dully, rifling through a folder of papers destined for the trash bin.
"Make me."
He looked up, very slowly, with raised eyebrows. She had a lopsided grin on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"What?"
"I said, make me."
Erwin shook his head, massaging the bridge of his nose (He found himself doing that more often around her, since she managed to always get on his nerves).
She was still continuing with that infernal tapping.
"Can you please just... stop, just for a moment?" he asked tightly.
"Are your ears working?" She snarked, thoroughly enjoying herself. "Make me."
He groaned softly, feeling the telltale throb of a growing headache behind his eyes.
She sat up straighter as Erwin walked forward, stopping where her knees dangled off the edge of the counter.
"Give me the pencil," he said sternly, like a good teacher should. (Good teacher? He scoffed at himself mentally, a good teacher would not, absolutely would not harbor desires for one of their students.)
"Oh?" She grinned, pushing herself off the counter with lazy indifference. "If I give you this," She held up the pencil, just barely avoiding his hand when he grabbed for it, "What are you going to give me?"
He tensed, a wary edge to his voice: "Just give me the pencil, and stop acting like a child."
Her hand closed over the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer.
"No." Her answer was a whisper, hissing out from between her teeth. She grinned, leaned forward, and kissed him. Just barely, just the faintest, lightest, teasing brush of skin against skin.
"[Name]," his voice was too hoarse, his breaths were too sharp-- "What... why are you-"
She smirked. "Because I can."

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The... I don't know. I really, honestly don't know what happened, but I do know that I must've been drunk, or overtired, or something, I don't even know, and I'm not making any sense, and I just can't, can't admit what I did- what she did-
I...
I kissed her.
Given, it was accidental, it was a mess and not really pleasant at all to taste blood and have a swollen lip for two days, but-
It was unexpected, the way my body fit around hers. It was... exact. Precise. As if we were-
No.
I won't write about her.
I'm not going to write about her.
I can't.
Except- God, her skin is so smooth, like satin. It almost didn't feel solid, almost didn't feel there. And I wanted-- no, I want--
No.
I want to kiss her. To really kiss her. To kiss her and mean it, to have her like it--
I need to stop this.
This is--
Unethical.
This is a work environment, for God's sake, and she's a student--
Part of me doesn't care.
I have detention with her again today.
I wonder if she'll even show up.
~ES

"Don't forget, you have an essay due Monday," Erwin called over the frenzy of students, the sound of backpacks zipping, obnoxious iPod music and incessant chatter reaching it's peak as the room emptied.
He let calloused fingers massage his temple gently, as in his mind, a list of tasks that needed accomplishing replayed again and again. It seemed as of late that none of said tasks were getting done.
A subtle introductory cough sounded from near him.
A familiar young woman stood at the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, her backpack slung across one shoulder.
"[Name]."
She strolled into the room, closing the door behind her and tossing her bag unceremoniously into an empty seat.
"You wanted to see me? What's up?"
He paused, collecting his thoughts as she walked up to his desk, palms open against the cheap wood.
"About last week."
She frowned immediately, a dusting of red over her cheeks. It's not like she didn't see this coming, but still...
"What about it?"
Her bottom lip was still slightly swollen.
"I... ah, look, I..." He floundered uselessly for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. "It was an accident, and I apoligize." He looked up at her, pleading- she could very easily ruin his reputation with this one little piece of information.
She laughed. An honest, carefree laugh that made him want to smile in a strange sort of way.
"I was hoping that was an accident," She grinned widely. "Otherwise, I'd have to break it to you that making a girl bleed isn't exactly what you should be aiming for."
He had the decency to blush slightly.
"Well, if that was all, I'll just be on my way," She shrugged nonchalantly, giving Erwin a mock-salute before walking out.
He didn't realize until he got home that she was supposed to stay for detention.

0~0~0~0

He saw her again on Monday.
The classroom had emptied in the usual scramble for the door, everyone pushing and shoving in a wild attempt to get out. He sighed from where he stood near the door, turning to head back to his desk when he heard that same light cough.
Her.
Damn.
He'd hoped beyond hope that for at least a few weeks, he'd be away from her, if only to get himself back under control (God only knows how much he hated being supceptible to such mundane urges). But fate seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, and she pushed up on the counter as the door closed.
"Hi," She remarked lightly.
He didn't respond, closing his eyes shut tight and hoping when he opened them she'd be gone.
"What's up with you? Not talkative today?" She smirked, tapping a pencil quickly against the counter.
"Stop that," He said dully, rifling through a folder of papers destined for the trash bin.
"Make me."
He looked up, very slowly, with raised eyebrows. She had a lopsided grin on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"What?"
"I said, make me."
Erwin shook his head, massaging the bridge of his nose (He found himself doing that more often around her, since she managed to always get on his nerves).
She was still continuing with that infernal tapping.
"Can you please just... stop, just for a moment?" he asked tightly.
"Are your ears working?" She snarked, thoroughly enjoying herself. "Make me."
He groaned softly, feeling the telltale throb of a growing headache behind his eyes.
She sat up straighter as Erwin walked forward, stopping where her knees dangled off the edge of the counter.
"Give me the pencil," he said sternly, like a good teacher should. (Good teacher? He scoffed at himself mentally, a good teacher would not, absolutely would not harbor desires for one of their students.)
"Oh?" She grinned, pushing herself off the counter with lazy indifference. "If I give you this," She held up the pencil, just barely avoiding his hand when he grabbed for it, "What are you going to give me?"
He tensed, a wary edge to his voice: "Just give me the pencil, and stop acting like a child."
Her hand closed over the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer.
"No." Her answer was a whisper, hissing out from between her teeth. She grinned, leaned forward, and kissed him. Just barely, just the faintest, lightest, teasing brush of skin against skin.
"[Name]," his voice was too hoarse, his breaths were too sharp-- "What... why are you-"
She smirked. "Because I can."