The School Grounds

[choklatekoneko]

"You know we're a school for difficult boys and girls, yes? Do you consider yourself difficult, miss?"

She raised an eyebrow as well, searching his eyes.

Difficult? She didn't consider herself difficult, though the people she has dealt with might have. She was sweet, goofy, playful. That's what she liked to describe herself as. She tilted her head a bit in thought as she considered the question. She shook her head after a long moment.

"No. I'm definitely not. I guess my friends consider me to be otherwise, hm?" She said softly, playing with a strand of her jet black curly hair, smiling at him innocently.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He chuckled low in his throat, holding her gaze over his cup as he took another drink of the steaming tea. Definitely not difficult? He was skeptical. She clearly had a lurking attitude in there, and seemed unable to keep it from flashing in her eyes or across her expression on occasion. He suspected it was not a joke someone was pulling on her that led her here.

The cup of tea was set on the desk beside where he leaned, and then he reached back, lifting the cane, his fingers closed around the top of the hook. Hands cross in front of his body, the tip of the cane rested on the top of his shoe, and he returned his gaze to her once more.

"Apparently they do. Maybe they know something you don't. Now stand up. Come here."

 

[choklatekoneko]

The chuckle he replied with sent shivers up and down her spine. She cleared her throat, pouting her lips in thought for a short while, before she uncrossed her legs, and switched them, shifting in her seat, her already short shirt raising a bit more. She tilted her head at him, waiting for him to reply. She watched him pick up the cane once more, wondering what he was up to.

"Apparently they do. Maybe they know something you don't. Now stand up. Come here."

She gave him a surprised look, but stayed planted where she was, raising an eyebrow again.

"What could they possibly know about me? And why?"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

There was a blink of surprise, a slight frown on his features as she asked him further questions, and did so seated where she was. It was all quite the exact opposite of what he'd told her to do.

It was for this reason that he ignored her question, instead clearing his throat, his voice a touch louder this time.

"Stand up, miss. Come here. Now."

 

[choklatekoneko]

"Stand up, miss. Come here. Now."

She swallowed hard, staring at him for a moment. She noticed how he voiced had changed, seemingly not too happy with the way she responded. She sighed, standing, but only taking a few step forward.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes traveled her body as she stood, a slow ride from head to toe. He was silent until she was standing before him, and it was only then that the cane moved, a turn of his wrist twirling the tip of it in the air.

"Turn around. Let me get a good look at you."

 

[choklatekoneko]

"Turn around. Let me get a good look at you."

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her ample chest, but did as he asked, turning around slowly, her curves definitely not hiding in the stretchy jeans she was wearing, her dark skin highlighted from the red from the top. The heels just gave a more dangerous curve to her already nice backside. She turned back to the front, raising an eyebrow.

"What was that for?" She said bluntly, looking him over. "I thought I was suppose to get a tour of the place...not get examined myself."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

The elevator took too long, though she could barely see the doors through her tears. They finally parted and she rushed into her room, slamming the door behind her.

She didn't care that it was melodramatic to throw the covers over her head, or to hide there and cry. She didn't care that this might be one of those things that a well behaved and grown up headmistress did not do. She laid under those covers and cried.

Because sometimes things hurt.
And that sucks.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes wandering, carrying a long thin box wrapped in deep maroon and gold. With nary a sound, she slips inside and up...until she reaches the main office.

Once there? She places the box squarely in the center of the desk and uses a pen to inscribe the word Vi on the tag. A card is placed just on top of the package.

For you, Pretty. In case you feel the need for some self flagellation.

 

[zydrate]

Countless times she had been in trouble one way or another.

And countless times she had tried to change but it was just so hard.

She needed discipline but how?

And whom?

What directed her to the school? A pamplet. A simple 8x10 inch paper folded and placed in her bag by someone she had met recently.... Someone who had told her she was impossible...in more ways than one.

So now, she found herself inside an elevator taking her to the school lobby. The walls of the elevator were all mirrored, to which she caught herself making faces at the reflection of her. She hadn't noticed she arrived at her destination.

The doors opened and she didn't get out.

Not until she heard someone clear their throat, grabbing her attention.

She should have been startled. At the very least, she might have been embarrassed but really, she wasn't. Instead, she giggled and stepped out of the elevator, her small bag in tow.

"Hi!" came the cheerful greeting. She flashed her bright eyes at the woman behind the desk. "I'm Zydrate and I'm here to enroll!"

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

I didn't feel comfortable being in a school aptly named "Miss Vivi's school for difficult boys and girls". I wasn't difficult, just misunderstood. My family, friends and teachers had all come to the same conclusion. There is only one place for someone like you.

My inherent inner desire for exploration and experimentation had led to many embarrassing situations for all that had known me but if they truly looked beyond the surface, they would see an individual on the brink of discovering the beauty and wonder of the world around.

Alas it was not too be, here in his school of discipline I would be taught the proper way to behave. To fit into a society perhaps not meant for me. Although looking on a more positive note, it was more than likely others such as myself resided within these walls and perhaps I could find friendship beyond what I had already been limited to.

The elevator doors open and the fresh rush of conditioned air brushed across my face. Stepping over the threshold I knew that from here I would never look back.

 

[Britwitch]

Heels clicked down the corridor. She'd had a late session, private as the best ones were, with a struggling pupil. She shook her head thinking about it. Him and verbs, they were not friends...so she'd gone through a few with him after class. Lips curled into a smile.

Her path to her rooms took her past the Science room and her steps faltered. She had a promise to fulfill.

Blue eyes checked the corridor, she did not want to be seen doing this.
A knock.

If he wasn't there, he wasn't there. She couldn't be blamed for that, she could leave him a note. At least she would have tried.

"If I have to come looking for you, to collect on your end of the deal? I'll be in need of a new cane by the time I'm done with you."

He couldn't come looking if she could prove she'd stopped by.
Another knock then a pause. It was late after all...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Papers, papers. Always with the papers. Planning them, grading them, putting those grades down, passing them back... students grumbled about the work, but they only had to deal with it once. He should be so lucky.

He was just finishing up with another, red ink littered through a page of a student that seemed to think he could apply Quantum Physics to everything and make his answer the right one, when a knock at the door pulled his focus away. So unsure he was that he even heard something, that he started to turn back to the papers when another one confirmed his initial suspicions.

Riding from his chair, he capped the red pen and tossed it on his desk, swift footsteps carrying him through the darkened classroom and to the closed door. Expecting to find a student on the other side of the door, he buttoned his jacket and twisted the knob.

Why was... oh, yes.

A momentary look of confusion was quickly replaced with a slowly spreading grin, and he opened the door wider, leaning his shoulder against the frame as he consider her.

"Well, good evening. What brings you around tonight?"

 

[Britwitch]

She was about to start rifling through her handbag to find a paper and pen in order to leave him a note when she heard movement inside and her insides tensed. So he was there.

Footsteps approached the door and she took a second to run hands down over her skirt, smoothing fabric and eradicating creases.

"Oh, you know...was passing, just thought I'd stop by and say 'hi'..." A slightly awkward smile. Surely he knew why she was there.

Of course he does, she thought, silly girl. He just wants her to say it, to admit it.

"And, of course, I've never actually seen your classroom...wondered if I could sneak a peek..." An almost coy smile up into his face, ankles crossing one behind the other, body tilting to mimic his against the door frame.

Anything to get inside and out of the corridor. Out of sight. She did not need people knowing about this.

There was a faint hope he'd forgotten his request, their agreement. She didn't believe it for a second but it was there all the same.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Say hi, hm?"

His grin, knowing, fully aware, remained as his eyes descended her, then slid back up again, meeting her eyes, holding her gaze.

"True, you've not seen my classroom. Though I must say, if that's really why you've come by, you should stop in during the day."

He paused, glanced over his shoulder, at the mostly-darkened room, then back to her.

"I was lucky enough to end up with a room that is bathed in sunlight almost all day long. Angled just right and all."

Silence fell, hung between them for a moment, a brow arching over sea green eyes as he looked down into her face.

"Assuming that's all that brings you by, of course."

 

[Britwitch]

A slight tightening of jaw along with a slow exhalation of breath. Leaning closer, knowing there was no way around it.

"Well, there was another...matter..."

Fingers reaching up to push an errant curl behind an ear.

"...one which I believe you did specify should happen at night."

She paused hoping he'd interject. She knew he wouldn't. So when the seconds drew out without a word from him, she wasn't overly surprised.

"Unless, of course, you're busy now...? I can come back another time..."

A half step back.

"Wouldn't want to disturb."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Her voice had dropped, and she seemed... nervous? Surely not because of what had brought her here, unless he completely misread her. But no, it seemed as if it was something else.

Her half-step back, away from he and the doorway and more into the darkened hallway, provided him with the answer. She didn't want to be seen coming in. Students might talk and all that.

The revelation drew a chuckle to his lips, and he considered her for a moment, deciding how he wanted to handle this. Handle her.

A small push of his shoulder straightened him back up, and he opened the door fully, moving out of the doorway with a sweep of his hand.

"Ah yes, the other... matter. Please, come in. I do believe I could use the break."

The hand that had swept into the room moved to open the button on his jacket, the tie beneath it swaying free as he did.

"And accepting the payment of a debt seems the perfect way to take that break."

 

[Britwitch]

The door opened and she stepped rapidly inside.

Debt.

She hated that word. But she hated being in debt more.

Eyes looked around the relatively dark room. Not sure what she expected to see. It wasn't all that different from her own. The arrangement of desks was different, he had cabinets of equipment where she had shelves of books but the space was essentially the same. Normally she was more than comfortable in a classroom, she knew where she stood. She was the teacher, the power was hers.

But this wasn't her classroom, was it.

She walked away from him a little, coming to rest near the front of the classroom, a fingertip trailing idly along the top of his desk.

"I believe a demonstration was requested. Proof of a nimble tongue."

She turned back to face him, noting the opening of his jacket, moistening her lips.

"So what did you have in mind...? Have me perform tongue twisters...give a little poetry recitation. Or would you rather something 'closer to home...want me to reel off the periodic table?"
Arms folded lightly over her chest and she leant against the desk, eyebrow arched gracefully and the ghost of a smile played on lips.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A quiet exhalation of a laugh followed her into the room, her quick steps making it all too obvious that she wanted out of the hallway as quickly as possible. He debated leaving the door open, making her ask him to close it or to close it herself if she wanted it that way. The desire for no interruptions in the payment of her debt, however, won out, and the door clicked closed behind her.

He turned to face her, hands in his pockets as he watched her look over the room. His eyes flickered down to where her fingers traveled along his desk, not far from the now-forgotten papers he graded. Back up to her face, a slow nod of his head.

He grinned.

A glance over his shoulder at the periodic table of elements that hung on the outer wall of the classroom, and then his attention slid back to her.

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm sure Praseodymium would sound just delightful in that accent of yours, I'm afraid I'll have to say no."

He paused here, arms sliding out of the jacket he wore, folding it and laying it over the nearest desk as he spoke.

"I had something else in mind, in fact. A more... personal demonstration, shall we say?"

Cuffs were opened, cuff links set on the desk top next to his folded jacket, sleeves rolled up.

"But I don't have to tell you that. Why else would you be in such a hurry to get out of the hallway unseen... right?"

A smirk on his lips, the question all but rhetorical, and he left his spot near the door and passed her to move back behind the desk, his pace almost casual. Lowering himself into his chair, he pushed it further back from the desk and leaned back in it, looking up to her silently.

 

[Britwitch]

She watched him slip off his jacket, watching him give care and attention given to the way it was placed on a desk. Shirt sleeves were treated to his attention next and she tried not to stare as forearms came into view. Tried.

She tried so hard she almost didn't realise he was talking to her.

"...a hurry to get out of the hallway unseen... right?"

She tuned in to catch the end of what he was saying, tearing her eyes up to his face and finding that wicked little smile. Random words of whatever had preceeded it swimming lazily in her mind.

...tempting...personal...

Her gaze followed him around his desk, watched him sit, watched him wait.

The seconds drew out as she decided on what to do, how to do it.

Heels clicked once more, clacking around his desk slowly and carrying her around it to stand before him. Between him and the sturdy table. Leaning back slightly to half sit on the edge, hands resting either side of her hips.

Looking down as he looked up. They both knew what he wanted. Which one was going to act on it first. Somehow she didn't think it would be him. Where would be the fun in that...?

Leaning forward, bending at the waist, a hand stroked around the side of his face, lips mere inches from his face.

"Let's see if I can get a feel for what it is you want..."

Her face stayed where it was, her hand started to travel south. Sliding over his shirt front, buttons grazing her palm on it's journey towards his waist.

"I'm sure there'll be a clue...or a hint...around here somewhere..."

Over his waist now, shirt left behind. Fingers searching, curiously stroking.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

For a time, the only sounds in the room were the methodical ticking of the clock, counting the seconds as they drained away, and the whisper of air through the vents that just covered up the shared sound of their breathing. He watched her. She watched him. It was almost like a photograph, they both seemed so still.

Silently, invisibly, of course, a battle raged between them.

And then she moved, the photograph once more back to life, and she was around his desk, between he and it, his gaze descending down one arm to where it rested atop the solid wood, then jumped the small distance to the curve of her hip that was hugged so nicely by the skirt she wore. Up, over slope and valley, over swell and peak, up and up and up to her eyes.

He held her gaze as she bent forward, unmoving as her hand touched him.

Unmoving as her lips moved near him.

Unmoving as her hand traveled down his chest.

Unmoving as she slid past the end of his tie, until...

She found him, that wickedly searching hand of hers, and the fine muscles around his eyes tightened in response, narrowing them. He wanted to look down, wanted to shift his hips forward, wanted to increase the pressure against him, but he resisted. For the moment.

Lips parted, tongue swiping between them, wetting them, his voice low, that devilish tone flowing in it. A far cry from the resonating level he usually used in this room.

"I think, perhaps, you are on the right track there..."

 

[Britwitch]

"I think, perhaps, you are on the right track there..."

"Good to know."

She grinned. Moving her hand from where it rested and picking up one of his. Lifting it between them and guiding a digit towards pink lips.

"Think of this as a taster...something to be going on with..."

She sucked the thumb a little deeper, past the first joint, sucking a little harder with her eyes locked on his. Drawing it deeper then releasing, then sucking it back between her lips slowly, firmly. Eventually, she moved her mouth from his thumb and leant closer, kissing his lips just as slowly. Then moving her lips along his jaw and down his neck, as far as she can before clothing gets in the way. Ensuring her tongue made fleeting strokes every other kiss or so. After all, it was a nimble tongue she was supposed to be showcasing in return for her freedom.

She grinned mischievously, slipping from against the desk and down onto her knees between his legs, between him and his desk. Her hands running from his shoulders and down his chest, over his stomach and onto his thighs. Up and down the muscles beneath his clothing. Massaging slightly.

Fingers then rise and hook into his tie, loosening slippery fabric and letting it hang around his neck. A button is popped, then another, lips now continuing their journey.

If he didn't want it, if he didn't like it, he'd stop her. Of that she had no doubt.

She wondered how far she'd get before one reason or another would make him intervene. As the buttons were opened, as more skin was revealed, she kissed time and again.

He wanted a demonstration, she'd give him a demonstration.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

In the school office, in his mailbox, not wanting to break into his classroom, well, not break into.. it was her school. But still... a little gift left for him to discover, another note with it.

Read the story... No, we will not be re-enacting that one. Ever. I mean it. No amount of, "Aww you're so cute when you..." will sway me from this.

Maybe.
Probably.



I hate you.


Now go look for some Bad Apples!

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"I think, perhaps, you are on the right track there..."

"Good to know."

She grinned. Moving her hand from where it rested and picking up one of his. Lifting it between them and guiding a digit towards pink lips.

"Think of this as a taster...something to be going on with..."

She sucked the thumb a little deeper, past the first joint, sucking a little harder with her eyes locked on his. Drawing it deeper then releasing, then sucking it back between her lips slowly, firmly. Eventually, she moved her mouth from his thumb and leant closer, kissing his lips just as slowly. Then moving her lips along his jaw and down his neck, as far as she can before clothing gets in the way. Ensuring her tongue made fleeting strokes every other kiss or so. After all, it was a nimble tongue she was supposed to be showcasing in return for her freedom.

She grinned mischievously, slipping from against the desk and down onto her knees between his legs, between him and his desk. Her hands running from his shoulders and down his chest, over his stomach and onto his thighs. Up and down the muscles beneath his clothing. Massaging slightly.

Fingers then rise and hook into his tie, loosening slippery fabric and letting it hang around his neck. A button is popped, then another, lips now continuing their journey.

If he didn't want it, if he didn't like it, he'd stop her. Of that she had no doubt.

She wondered how far she'd get before one reason or another would make him intervene. As the buttons were opened, as more skin was revealed, she kissed time and again.

He wanted a demonstration, she'd give him a demonstration.

His eyes were focused, laser-like, on her lips as they encircled his thumb, a warm, wet preview of things to come.

Lifting his gaze to her eyes, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as she took him deeper, sucking his thumb between her soft lips. His lip was released as she did the same with his thumb, eyes following her as she drew closer to him, falling closed once her destination became clear. Her lips on his were just as soft as they'd felt around his thumb, and he sighed quietly when they left him, mouth open and longing for their return.

It was a pattern that was quickly established, each bit of skin left in her trail longing for her return, each new bit reveling in the touch of lips and tongue, savoring the moment while it lasted.

He had not even realized his eyes were still closed until she was moving off the desk and he opened them to watch her, following her as she sank down into the V created by his legs. Her hands on him made him shift, his hips almost involuntarily pushing forward in the seat, his body quite clearly responding to her within the confines of his trousers.

Tie loosened, his buttons soon began to follow, her mouth on his body once again. His hand lifted, fingers diving within the silk of her hair, curling into a light grip. For the moment, though, he simply held her hair - he needed to hold something - and let his head fall back against the chair, eyes closing again. His tongue slipped out, licking dry lips as another button was opened.

"For an English teacher... you seem to have a knack for making one unable to speak."

He grinned at this, back arching towards another touch of her lips. Another hint of her fine, teasing tongue.

 

[saysalice]

Nothing to be afraid of, she told herself again, and slipped between the elevator doors just before they closed - before she could change her mind. She jabbed at the buttons, hitting a few of the wrong ones, and exhaled shakily as she felt the car rising. Smoothing her shoulder length dark hair, smoothing her knee length skirt, she locked her knees to keep them from shaking, glad she was wearing the low heels. It's just a school.

The doors opened on a bright reception area, and she stepped out and strode purposefully to the desk, thrusting a paper out before her hand could begin trembling. Forcing a smile that felt wrong on her pale face.

"Hi there, howareyoutoday?" She could rattle off pleasant office-speak even under the most stressful of circumstances.

"My name is Alice, and I -" Am not afraid. "Well, I - I have a referral," she murmured, stammering slightly, pointing to the name on the page. Just one sentence, and this address for her reference. No details, no hints.

She cleared her throat and smiled again weakly, apologetically at the pretty receptionist. "I'm not really sure how this works."