Cutie Pi

6*

I walked into my maths classroom, noting it was completely empty, feeling rather playful, I quickly ran to Sir's chair and got comfortable, knowing the next person who walked in might not be him made me a little anxious but I could play it off as a joke.

I glanced around his desk at little trinkets, fiddling with a pen, when I heard footsteps and my head snapped up to watch the door, in he walked. He's had a haircut. He looked very.. very good.

I wiggled slightly in the chair, feeling tingly again. "Well look at the gift I've been given, left on my desk, a beautiful baby girl," I blushed deeply as he swooped me up, "We could get caught, little one, but I think you'd like that wouldn't you," his voice was deeper than normal and I squirmed again, accidentally against him this time. I loved the nicknames he gave me, they made me feel so cared for.

"Nu Sir," I mumbled, as his grip on me tightened.

"Little one, stop wriggling," I froze, noticing a blush scattered along his cheeks, I moved a little more, just slightly pushing the boundary, I smirked as he gave me a warning look, "Sorry, Sir,"

"Sam," he mumbled quietly, gently kissing my jaw, before placing me down, and rushing back to his seat, placing his jacket over his lap.

I watched him with a puzzled expression until I heard voices in the hallway, I rushed to sit down, blushing as I felt Sir's eyes on me.

As the class filed in, there were murmurs about how good Sir looked, and I felt a knot of jealousy in my stomach, especially when the smarter, more talkative, put together popular girls noticed. I couldn't help but scowl slightly, rapidly turning my head when Sir cleared his throat, thinking the lesson was starting but found him looking right at me, a smirk evident on his face.

"Hey, yo, I like your cut, G," the front row class clown called out, laughter filled the classroom and I couldn't help but smile at the perplexed look on Sir's face.

"You like my cut?"

"He means your hair cut, Sam, you look very nice," a popular girl spoke up, and I tried my best to stay facing forward and not to glare.

"And what did you call me?"

"G, it means like mate,"

"Oh, I see, right. Well I'm very sorry to inform you that I'm not allowed to be 'mates' with students,"

I smirked behind my hand that I was resting my chin on, trying to meet his eyes.

"Oh so we can't be mates?" I teased, once the rest of the classroom was empty.

"Shut it, you," he replied, pulling me to stand between his legs as he turned his desk chair to face me.

"I'm just saying, if you can't even be friends with them, what would they say about this?" I questioned as I leaned in to kiss him.

We both knew this was wrong, and honestly it was a good question, we don't know the repercussions for if we got caught, I don't know what we are, but I know I like it.

He smirked into the kiss, "Oh this is a little different,"

"Oh really, so we're not friends?"

He lifted me to sit on his desk, legs spread either side of his chest, "I'm afraid not, baby girl, you're far more important," I smiled down at him, sucking in a breath as his fingertips traced up and down my thighs.

I have no idea how he makes me feel like this, this tingly sensation, I've never felt it before, but it just makes me want to hug him a whole lot more. The fact that he considers me important, made me feel it all the more.

He watched me with mischievous eyes as he leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along my neck. I squirmed on the desk, noting it gave me some relief, I repeated the motion. "Little one, is something wrong?"

"I f-feel tingly," I blushed as I breathed out my response.

"Oh baby, I can help you with that," I nodded my head rapidly, "too bad you have to get to class," he added with a wink.

I groaned as he removed all contact from me, I don't know what he would've done, but I know it would've felt good. I stuck my lip out in a pout, but he simply took it between his own. "No puppy dog eyes today, go to class,"

I slid off the table, bending down to get my bag, hearing him inhale sharply behind me, I spun around, "Sir?"

"It's nothing, Isla, go to class, sweetheart,"

I nodded, watching as he covered his lap again, maybe he's cold, I'll bring him a blanket tomorrow. I pressed a kiss to his cheek and skipped out the room.