Curse of Curves

By: FearlessDranzer

Disclaimer: Sexy time. You have been warned.

Part 6

Chapter 19 – Friday, I'm in love

The sounds of moans and gasps filled me to the brim, creating a warm pooling sensation inside me. Hot caresses brushed against my skin—hands touching anywhere they could reach. Something silver shone in the moonlight and a kiss brought me to my knees.

It felt like I was burning yet there was a part of me drowning. Hands touched me, then a mouth causing my back to arch. A bolt of electricity rippled through my body and a soft moan escaped from between my lips.

My eyes ripped open and I sat up with a start, breathing heavily. Sunlight streaked in through my half-closed blinds and my sheets were tangled around my legs. I moved a blanket aside and groaned when I saw myself. A wet dream.

How embarrassing. What am I, thirteen? Would a little more self-control be so much to ask for?

With a few muttered curses, I cleaned myself up and got ready for another day of school.

In first period, Tifa talked almost nonstop as I attempted to complete our group worksheet. Occasionally she would jot down an answer but she was so excited, she kept forgetting about our assignment.

"I just can't believe I never saw it before! It's so damn obvious! I guess I just never would have thought that our little Aerith would have a crush on an older man. She's supposed to be the sensible one! But it makes so much sense! She's got him practically wrapped around her finger." She waved a pencil around to collaborate her point.

"Who?" I asked, trying to figure out the stoichiometry of 0.5 M CaCl reacting with 0.1 M HCl. I was failing miserably, my pencil making useless marks on the paper.

"Haven't you been listening?! Mr. Zack! They practically scream 'young couple in love'!" Tifa said, exasperated.

"What? Uh… I don't think I ever noticed it before." I finally gave up on our assignment and gave Tifa my full attention.

"That's because you're practically blind, Cloud! They're always making goo-goo eyes at each other! It's enough to make me sick!" Tifa said with an exaggerated sigh.

"I really think you're letting your imagination go wild." I said.

"Oh you would! You don't have a single romantic bone in your body!"

"Come on—Aerith would never do anything like that. Do you know how much trouble she could get in? Or how much trouble Zack would get in?" I said. Stories about teachers and students together never ended well.

"Love knows no bounds!"

"But Aerith? Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Alright! Maybe our golden girl would never do anything so dangerous but come on! They're always totally flirting! They'd make a great couple."

"Please stop playing matchmaker."

"Oh how romantic! Aerith might be hiding these secret feelings for Zack but she knows their love can never be!"

"Tifa… you've been watching too many terrible Lifetime movies."

"OK! Maybe it's a little far-fetched—can you blame a girl for dreaming?" Tifa continued talking about how all teenage girls want a little romance in their life even if they have to make it up themselves. I ignored her lament and instead focused on our past conversation. Why did it matter so much that I squash Tifa's idea? I had no proof it wasn't real and she was right—they did seem to have a relationship that was more intimate than it should be. But I didn't tell Tifa that—I just totally denied the idea of a relationship.

I mean maybe it wasn't a bad thing that I'd denied the sparks between Aerith and Zack—a student teacher relationship was extremely dangerous. Zack could lose his job and Aerith could tarnish her name and lose a chance at going to a good college. Neither of them were foolish enough to do something like that, right?

Neither were foolish enough to do something like what I'd done with Jenova. I'd been in his house—he'd picked me up and brought me back to his home. That was probably grounds to fire Jenova right there. A shiver rolled down my back at the thought of Jenova being in trouble for being nice to me. But those were the roles we played. He was teacher and I was student and there were lines that couldn't be crossed.

The idea that it was all forbidden did nothing to diffuse the desire that burned in me. I had to admit it to myself—I wanted Jenova. Some strange part of me was whispering in my ear that I needed him—that I wanted him. No matter how many times I hissed at it to shut up, it had sank its claws into my subconscious, hence my dream this morning.

I had to admit it to myself—I was sexually attracted to Jenova. Something about him stirred animalistic feelings inside of me. But that didn't mean I had a crush on him. It was just crazy teenage hormones messing with my head. How could I like someone like Jenova? He was cruel and aloof and had tried to make my life hell. I couldn't possibly like him—that would be ridiculous.

This was all too much. I had tests to take and races to run. I had a school record to destroy and I needed to decide on a college. I had too many things on my plate to worry about Jenova. I pushed all the strange feelings back into an empty part of my mind and continued to work on the chemical equation in front of me. Tifa hadn't stopped talking.

I entered my math classroom with a spring in my step and I couldn't deny the feeling of exuberance welling up in my chest—I wanted to see Jenova. I swung the door open and a strange woman greeted me. I flicked my eyes at the whiteboard and saw her name written in sprawling cursive. A sub. We had a substitute teacher.

As I settled down at my desk the teacher started talking.

"Alright everyone! I'm Ms. Takashiro. I'm your sub today because Mr. Jenova is at an all day parent-teacher conference. But don't worry—he left me a lesson plan for today and asked me to remind you that you still have a test next week."

I spent the rest of my day in haze—I was down but didn't know why. I just couldn't shake myself out of my funk; it was like I couldn't be happy anymore. As we left math class, Vincent gave me a sidelong look under his eyelashes that I didn't bother commenting on. If I was upset it was a given that Vincent would know about it—he was more keen on my personality changes than I could ever be. Yet I can't read him and that was entirely unfair. Vincent would forever be a blank page to me.

As I walked into the locker room to change for gym class, my pants started buzzing. With a little rummaging, I pulled out from phone to reveal a series of texts from Yuffie begging me to come to the party later tonight. I rolled my eyes at her and texted back to confirm that I would still be going but only for a little while. A party would be just the thing to distract me from my stupid teenage hormones. Half a second later, Yuffie sent me another text telling me how excited she was. I snorted at her over-enthusiastic manner and replied to her that I just really wanted to see Barret's face when he saw Tifa and Rude together.

That comment sparked some inquisitive texts but I told her that I couldn't text and she turned her inquiries to Tifa so that I could change in peace. After almost getting hit in the face by a dodgeball, I was done with gym class and back in the locker room with Barret. He talked to me about a freshman with a great throwing arm as I responded to Yuffie's texts.

"So Tifa and Rude? But I thought Tifa liked Barret and she caught him with another girl?" Yuffie texted.

I responded with a confused emoticon. "Yeah—he claims he was set up by a rival high school to look bad."

"What are we in some terrible 80's high school movie?"

I stayed in the locker room after the bell rang and did some of my English homework before practice began. I managed to finish that and moved onto re-doing my chemistry problems from earlier. Surprisingly, none of them were right considering I'd been distracted the entire time by Tifa. When it was time to go to practice I ended up being a couple of minutes late because I'd wanted to finish the last question I had. Being late didn't matter in the long run, though because neither coach was there.

Twenty-five guys sat around our usual meeting place and they looked as confused as I did. "Where's Tseng?" I asked, as I approached.

"No clue—he was teaching today so he should be here." Chang replied. Chang was a junior who was only running cross-country because he hadn't made the soccer team this year. He was a good kid and solid runner so we were more than happy to accept him into our fold.

Just then Murphy ran up and he was still wearing his jeans. "Those don't look like your running shorts, Murph!" One guy called out.

Murphy responded by shooting him the bird and coming to a stop in the middle of the group. "Jenova and Tseng couldn't be here at practice because they had some kind of emergency school-wide coaches meeting they have to attend. Tseng was called out in the middle of 8th period but he told me to tell you guys he wouldn't be here."

"Did he tell us if he wanted to run anyway?" I asked.

"Yeah—he said we could stay and run if we liked and do "fun run" for an hour." Murphy replied. "Who's with me?!" He called out.

"Murph, you're wearing jean—" Chang's protests were interrupted by Murphy leaning down and ripping off his jeans to reveal a pair of athletic shorts. "Very classy." Chang muttered with a roll of his eyes.

The team ended up splitting into thirds—mostly divided up by grade. The freshman and sophomores made up the largest group and they made a huge racket as they headed deeper into the trails for their distance run. The juniors went off in the opposite direction, down towards the streets surrounding the school. The seniors took off along the edge of the baseball field and within a few seconds, we were descending into the woods as well. We startled some deer with our entrance and they bounded off into the gloom, their only visible part being their white tails.

I sighed and breathed deep the wonderful smell of pine and dead leaves. This was what running was supposed to be like. Anyone who thought we were weird for wanting to run had never tried running in such a beautiful place. The scenery alone was enough to make you forget the monotony of moving your legs forward—each step allowing you to disappear further and further into the forest.

Running is when I do some of my most important thinking and it was during this run that I came to the conclusion that I might actually have a crush on Jenova. It would explain why I was so sad that he wasn't here and why I'd had that dream this morning. All the strange feelings I'd been getting in my stomach and the burning cheeks—it all made perfect sense. I just didn't really want to admit it to myself. Admitting it to myself would be like admitting failure—the guy who's records I'd been chasing after for three years was the one who'd ended up stealing my heart. Maybe I actually was stuck in a Lifetime movie.

Yuffie's party sounded exactly like what I needed to forget Jenova. Hey, who knew—maybe he'd be driving past me at 11:30 again. Or maybe I'd just go looking for him.

Chapter 20 – A Little Less 16 Candles and Little More Touch Me

I opened another dresser drawer with a groan. Never before had I actually cared about what I wore but for once I wanted to make a good impression. And all I had were jeans and track shirts. Typical. Finally, I settled on a pair of dark skinny jeans that Tifa always complimented me on. I paired the jeans with a dark red shirt that made my tan look even darker. This was as good as it was going to get.

I did one last double take in the mirror and grimaced at my hair. It was still slightly damp from an earlier shower so it hung a little limply. Running my hands through it, I tried to impart some sense of order to the mess on my head but I quickly realized that it was a useless mission. I picked up my room card and tucked it into the deepest section of my wallet before replacing it in my back pocket.

Yuffie had texted me the address earlier and Tifa had sent me a text telling me that she had just arrived so I hurried out of the building and to an off campus house. When I arrive it was 10:15 PM and there were about five guys milling on the front porch holding beers. They laughed loudly and one guy smacked the other on the back.

"Cloud!" A voice called out to me. It was Murphy and another guy from the team. I waved at them and stopped to chat for a few minutes. Murphy had a bandana tied around his head to keep an unruly mop of hair out of his eyes. The three of us discussed homecoming plans and Murphy eventually talked me into being the "R" in their Shinra High chest-painting group. This would probably be something I'd regret but they pretty much begged me to take part in it. How could I say no?

I finally detached myself from them and went inside where a guy from the ice hockey team slammed a cup of frothy beer in my hand. I vaguely recognized him from a history class last year. I managed to wander into the kitchen where I finally found Cid and Vincent. Cid was perched on the counter with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and Vincent was holding the wall up next to him.

Cid roped me into playing beer pong with him after his last failed round with Vincent. "You think a guy who was a sharpshooter could play a mean game of pong. But the fucker's useless! You have to help me redeem myself, man!"

I agreed to help him and drained my cup of beer. Vincent handed me a can from the cooler next to him and I thanked him with a nod. The best part about going to a private school for rich kids is the fact everyone is pretty much loaded. The off campus houses take turns throwing parties and they all fund it out of their pockets. Only students from other schools actually have to pay for their drinks. Surprisingly, there's no shortage of kids willing to pay $20 to rub elbows with the rich Shinra High kids.

Cid and I made it to the third rounds of the game before we were knocked out of the running by two members of the baseball team. One of the guys fist pounded me and told me how he was looking forward to running winter track.

"Should've joined cross-country. Could've gotten some good strength training in." I said.

The guy groaned and shook his head. "I tried that shit in 9th grade—never again, man. You guys are fucking crazy." I laughed and checked my phone. I had a text from Tifa telling me how she was dancing and that I should join. Dancing wasn't really my thing so I made up some excuse and she sent me back a sad face.

I could see Yuffie flirting with some transfer student who had a heavy accent. She probably wasn't interested in him but being the gossip queen that she is, she was probably using the flirting as a way to gather information about the new guy. He looked flustered to be the subject of all her attention and there was a blush occupying his checks.

Vincent was talking to some guys he knew from another school and Cid was out back smoking a cigarette. If I squinted really hard, I could see the back of Reno's head as he made out with a busty junior. I was surrounded by kids I knew but I still felt alone. I drained the remnants of my fourth beer and grabbed my fifth. It tasted like water and was barely carbonated.

I walked towards the front of the house and waved and Tifa and Yuffie who were both dancing in the middle of the living room with some other people. Barrett was sitting in the corner and he gave me a wave as he went back to moodily staring at Tifa enjoying herself with Rude. Ignoring the mass of gyrating bodies, I continued out the front door where I talked to Murphy again. He told me how he thought some rival school had lost their best runner to an ankle injury. It was good news to me because even though the guy was inconsistent, he could still be a pain in my ass if he was having a good day.

At 11:20, I finally left the party, going back to my dorm the long way. I let my feet lead me as I walked the familiar paths past the school and the faculty parking lot. Three years now I'd been doing this and suddenly it struck me that I'd be graduating this year. I wasn't yet ready to leave Shinra High but I tucked that into the back of my mind—I had months to go before I'd start worrying about that kind of stuff. Hell, I wasn't even sure what college I was going to at this point.

Why I was taking the long way home was a mystery even to myself. I was thinking about Jenova and a million other things and walking just seemed to take a place on the back burner. This wasn't unusual for me—I tend to let my feet lead me.

I swung up over the fence and landed lightly on my toes—I hadn't drunk enough to really mess up my coordination. The parking lot was empty and I struck out across it towards the far side. Except the parking lot wasn't completely empty; there was someone getting into their car a few feet away from me. They placed a briefcase and a duffel bag into the back seat of their car before straightening up and turning to look at me. I recognized that car.

As they turned, I was able to make out their features, which had previously been hidden in shadow. It was Jenova. Just like last time, he was leaving the school late and I could feel my heart speed up in my chest as we made eye contact. We stared at each other and I closed the gap between us, my legs striding forward without a second thought.

This was all just too much.

"You're here late." I said; my voice came out slurred. Maybe I was more drunk than I'd thought. Or maybe I should just play this up and see where it gets me.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "The same could be said of you." His deep voice rolled over me as he stared down out me and I realized that the look on his face wasn't cold and aloof. He actually appeared interested and as I stared longer, I realized that the corner of his lips was actually slightly lifted.

"I just happened to be in the neighborhood," I said, taking another step towards him. I didn't give a shit why he was here or how this was a ridiculous coincidence—I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"You have practice tomorrow."

"There's always practice on Saturday mornings."

"And you still went out tonight?"

"I'm heading home now," I replied. "Aren't I? And it's pretty early to be going home from a party."

"Are you going to be fine walking back by yourself?" He asked as I swayed on my feet. Preciously the response I was looking for.

"Oh yeah." I said, walking past him and stumbling on the edge of the curb. He wrapped his hand around my bicep and yanked me backwards so that I wouldn't fall forward.

"Maybe I should give you a ride." He said, his brows drawn together.

I straightened up and he let go of my arm, his hand trailing over my skin and setting it on fire. "Wait—I left my room key in my room."

"It's still early, can't you talk to security?"

"They get me in trouble for drinking and then I won't be able to run in the next meet."

"You shouldn't be drinking anyway—you're an athlete."

"An athlete who had a stressful week and maybe wanted to have a night of fun." I leaned back on his car and ran my hand over the smooth paint. Unsurprisingly, his car was completely clean—with a car that expensive, it deserved to be pristine. I caught Jenova's eye following my hand and I smiled up at him.

"Alright, come on. Get in the car." He said to me, his voice sounded strained and I laughed at him. I peeled myself away from the car and went around to the passenger side, sliding onto the leather seats. The seats were plush and they enveloped me in the Jenova's smell. A second later he sat himself in the car and turned the ignition on. Classic rock quietly filled the car and he looked over at me with an unreadable emotion on his face. I smiled at him and leaned my head back against the seat.

Jenova reversed and drove out of the parking lot, the powerful engine in the car barely making a sound as it purred down the road. The murmuring of the engine and the white noise of the radio lured me into shutting my eyes. I sighed and lost my fight with sleep.

I woke up with a dry mouth in a bed I didn't recognize. After a few seconds I realized where I was and that I was missing most of my clothes. I couldn't remember if Jenova had helped me undress or if he had done all this himself. The clock read three in morning but I wasn't tired anymore.

That's the thing with drinking—I get so tired that I'll just fall asleep anywhere that's slightly comfortable. The second I stop moving, the fatigue would hit me and I'd be dead to the world. But now I was awake. Thank God there was a cold glass of water resting on the table next to the bed. I downed it so fast that I was out of breath when I was done.

Gingerly, I threw the sheets back and touched my feet to the cold hardwood floor. I wandered down the hallway looking in all the doors before I found the one I was looking for. No time for second thoughts and doubts now—I'd regret it if I didn't take advantage of the situation. Hell, this was why I was here in the first place, to get closer to Jenova.

It was time to grow a pair Cloud.

His room was dark thanks to the thick curtains that covered his windows and prevented the moonlight from penetrating his sleep. His sheets were dark but his pale skin and hair shone in the murky darkness. He didn't wake up when I opened the door or when I slide the sheets back but his eyes flickered open and he grabbed my arm when I got in the bed next to him.

"What?" He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

I didn't say anything; my breath was caught in my throat as I stared into his heavy half-lidded eyes. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, softly, tentatively. I pulled back first and he looked back at me, his eyes suddenly much more alert. When he didn't say anything I leaned back in and kissed him again. This time he responded, his lips moved against mine and the hand that clutched my arm softened its grip.

I took this as a good sign and eased my body closer to his, our legs wrapped together and I grabbed a handful of his hair as I held his jaw. When I let out a breathy sign he pulled away from me. "You're drunk," he said.

"No I'm not," I mumbled as I leaned back into his kiss and for a few seconds he kissed me back before pulling away again.

He grabbed my jaw in his hand so that he could stare me in the eye before shaking his head. I tried to kiss him again but his hand kept me away. "What you'll only kiss me when you think I'm drunk?" I asked, slightly hurt that he was pushing me away.

"If you leave my room now, I'll forget this ever happened." Jenova said. His voice was quiet and I saw nothing but honesty in his expression but I'd come to far to be denied now.

"No." I replied. "You don't want me to go… I can tell." I reached my hand down under the sheets and searched until I found what I was looking for. His eyes stared back at me, dark and liquid as I caressed him softly.

This time he leaned in and kissed me, a desperate and hard kiss that stole my breath away. I'd been kissed before—at parties, behind closed doors, and in the woods but those kisses were nothing compared to this. I gripped him through his pajama bottoms and he ground his hips into me. He rolled and without breaking the kiss, I was on my back and he was on top of me.

His heavier weight forced my body deeper into the mattress and he pulled away for a second to look at me and whatever he saw made him lean back in for another kiss. Then he kissed a line down my jaw and neck, setting my skin on fire. I ran my hands along his chest, feeling his muscles contracting under my touch. He bit my neck hard enough to make my back arch and he liked that so much he did it again. I moaned and he pulled back shaking his head.

He rolled off me and onto his side of the bed, "Last chance. Leave now and I'll forget this ever happened." He repeated.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice to speak. He rolled over onto his back and squared his shoulders against me. I sighed and nestled myself in against his naked back, breathing his scent in deep. His shoulders stiffened at first but then he relaxed against me and eventually his breathing evened out and I knew he was asleep.

Soon it was my turn and I slept.

Chapter 21 – The Beast and The Harlot

I awoke in the morning to the smell of coffee. I was also alone. My mind flashed back to last night and a shiver travelled down my back. Had it actually happened? Did I dream everything? No, I couldn't have. I was in a different room from the first time I had woken up. I was now in Jenova's bed.

I let my nose lead me to the kitchen and it was just like the last time I was at Jenova's house—he sat there like an avenging angel, scowling faintly into a mug of coffee. My bare feet made only the slightest noise on the floor but it was enough to alert Jenova to my presence.

He looked up at me with a bland expression on his face. His hair was braided and over one shoulder. There was a moment of silence between us before he chose to break it. "Why?"

"I wanted to," I replied with a shrug as if it was as simple as that. But it wasn't and my heart was racing as I watched him process my answer. I moved a step closer and when he didn't stop me, I reached a hand forward to touch his braid. He caught my hand and looked at me sharply.

"I'm a teacher and you're a student."

"I'm only you're student in school." I replied, knowing that I was toeing the line and what I was saying to him could cost him his entire future. This was the exact reason why I argued against Aerith and Zack's relationship—because it was forbidden. It could ruin my life and it would certainly ruin his. Hell, I wasn't even eighteen yet—he could be arrested for being with a minor.

Jenova didn't have a response to this and I moved closer to him, pushing his arms out of the way and straddling his lap. I approached him slowly, giving him ample opportunity to stop my advance if he wanted to. But he didn't and I leaned forward to kiss him and he reciprocated.

I kissed him tenderly and his lips moved against mine. He ran his hand down my back and I arched into him. Jenova released a breath of air and suddenly I was on my back on the table. A coffee mug hit the floor and the newspaper crinkled under my back but neither of us took any notice.

His hungry mouth descended on mine and I wound my fingers in his hair, ruining the neat braid. As we kissed I marveled at how quickly I'd been able to get him like this. I'd only just decided I wanted this and I wasn't risking as much as him by doing this. I could only conclude that he'd wanted to do this for a while. Suddenly, all of my friends' teasing and all of his looks fell into place.

Everything Jenova did—the looks, the treatment, the attitude—he'd wanted this longer than I had. He'd been watching me and wanted me and that thought sent shivers down my spine. Jenova pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and I leaned forward so that he could yank it up and over my head. He ran a large hand over my flat stomach and tucked his fingers into the elastic of my boxers. He looked up at me but I wasn't going to stop him.

Instead of taking them off like I thought he would, Jenova rubbed his hand over the bulge in my boxers and snuck up the leg of my underwear. His hand closed around my hot flesh and I moaned, arching into his touch. He leaned down and kissed me fervently as he continued to work his hand.

It was like a fire had been lit through my body and I never wanted this moment to end. But sooner than I would've liked, my pent up sexual frustration was spent and my boxers were dirty. With that Jenova stood back up.

"Take and shower and get dressed—you're going home." He said.

I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off with a stern look and I realized that some parts of our student-teacher relationship didn't stop outside of school. I guess it was in our nature.

A half an hour later, I was sitting next to a silent Jenova as he pulled up in front of my dorm building. He unlocked the door and told me, "Someone in there should let you in and you'll have enough time to get changed and make it to practice."

I didn't move though. Some part of me still felt dirty even after my earlier shower. I was feeling used even though I hadn't done any sexual favors. "Don't I at least get a kiss?" Desperate for something that would make it seem like this morning's event would happen again.

Jenova's hard look and lack of motion gave me my answer. We wouldn't have another morning like this again and I got out of the car with a heavy heart. A hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back down and his lips met mine. There was nothing tender about this kiss. I didn't really expect there to be.

"Now go."

I nodded and quickly left, heading up into my room after explaining to a security guard that I didn't have my key card—had to keep up appearances for Jenova. The card burned a hole in my wallet the entire time. Jenova never had to know the extent of my ploy to get him alone and in a compromising situation.

Monday mornings are brutal no matter how much of a morning person you are. Every Monday I rise to fight the sun shining in my windows and every Monday it defeats me. So it was very surprising that this Monday I was actually at school early. But actually it wasn't so surprising if you knew where I was going.

I peered into the window of the classroom and saw Jenova bent over a laptop tying away. His glasses were pushed to the top of his head and he did a double take when I opened the door and walked in.

"Do you want something, Cloud?" He asked, going back to his work.

"Yes, I do." I said simply allowing my feet to walk towards him. I'm not used to following my gut in these types of things—I like to play it safe. Unfortunately, if I played it safe, I would never get what I wanted. And to be honest, there's very little in my life that I want. True, I want to destroy Jenova's school record but that was something that I had to do for myself—granted his training was probably a huge part in me getting there but seducing him was something I needed to act on. Even if I never voiced my desire to get his record, anyone with eyes knew I was planning on it.

I sat myself on the corner of his desk, so close to his forearm that I could have sworn I felt the heat radiating off of his forearm. He looked down at me and than back up. "Are you going to be teaching class today?"

"Yes, it was just for one day." He answered. He glanced down at my lips and than back up at my eyes but that second was enough to let me know that he'd been thinking about our Saturday morning too. That confirmation was what gave me the final push to lean over and try and kiss him again.

He pulled back away and held up his hands in front of himself.

"What? You only want to kiss me when you think I'm drunk? I'm not good enough for you?" I asked softly, trying to hide my hurt.

"Cloud, you're…" He trailed off as he tried to answer me—his words cut off. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, causing it to fall in messy disarray. I knew better than to reach forward and fix it but I desperately wanted to.

"I'm a teacher and we're in school. You said it yourself; when we're in school you're the student and I'm the teacher. Cloud—you're not even eighteen. Something like this could ruin your future." He said, always the reasonable and responsible one.

"I know. Trust me, I know. But I also know that you want this—just like I do."

"Cloud…"

"Just one kiss and then I'll leave. Just one more and then we can be student and teacher again.

What I was asking him to do was pretty dangerous considering all anyone had to do was walk past the room and look in the window and they'd see something terrible. I was banking that it was still too early for students to be going to class—most of them were probably only just arriving at school.

With a growl he gave in and dragged my face over to his using the collar of my t-shirt. He kissed me hard and was unforgiving when he shoved his tongue in my mouth at the slightest hint of weakness. As quickly as the kiss started he pulled away and latched his mouth to an exposed portion of skin near my collarbone. His mouth sucked hard and a few seconds later he pulled back and let go of me. There were two pink spots on his cheeks and he was breathing quite hard.

"Now get to class."

I hopped off his desk quickly and ran to my locker; the ferocity of his kiss frightened and thrilled me. When I looked back over my shoulder, his eyes met mine and they were filled with hunger. What was I getting myself into?

End Part 6

Author's Note: You know the deal—tell me what you think and don't be afraid to harass me for updates. The story is more than halfway done at this point. I'm up to chapter 22 out of 32. Ten more! That equals out to about three more parts total.