La Fille Fraçaise

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"Thats enough. Both of you! You built up a show but I just wanted to do something with you which evidently it's impossible. I asked for a collaboration to make it work but obviously it was only my interest making it work properly" I said and got up walking upstairs, leaving the two girls at the mercy of their thoughts while the expressions on their faces transformed from anger to repentance in a few seconds.

"No please, don't leave," Sabrina said grabbing my hand softly, causing shivers to shoot up my spine.
"I didn't want to disappoint you or make you angry.  I let impulsivity take over. I'm sorry" she told me and her eyes shone a sense of guilt that was slowly wearing her down.
"It doesn't matter, it's just that I hate seeing you angry or sad for some reasons that I still can't explain and I don't want her to make you feel these things. I don't want her to drag you into this."  I said and for some reasons found myself conflicted with telling her the feelings that were slowly building in my chest and expanding, warming my abdomen and trying to keep them secret, careful never to make her suffer.
"She said those things about you, I couldn't stop myself," Sabrina said earnestly.
"Do as I learned, don't listen to her," I told her, turning in her direction for the first time and seeing the redemption in her eyes.
"I couldn't, I'm sorry" she told me
"You were...different.  She's not the Sabrina I know," I told her and watched as her head bowed down, hurt by my words as her blank gaze wandered the floor.
"Can you take me home?"  she asked me in a faint voice.
"I...okay" I said.
I wanted to say so many things, reassure her and hold her in my arms, but all I could do was take my coat off the hanger and my car keys as I watched the girl in front of me struggle with her insecurities.
We headed to the car and I turned to look at her, searching for the right words to express how strangely I cared about her.
"It's okay to get angry like this, but I don't want her toxic attitudes to hurt you," I said as I watched her gaze out the window.
"Please drive me home," she said and her voice was completely different from the sweet melody I had fallen in love with.  I felt like a high school girl who had just had a huge crush, but in reality I was a middle aged teacher who for some reason was getting attached to a young girl and felt like had to protect her no matter what.
"Hey" I said, placing my hand softly on her knee, noticing how she jumped on contact with my cold skin and for a moment I thought and deluded myself that it could be for some other reason, almost like when she was around me and I was out of breath. She slowly turned her gaze in my direction, pausing before, with a fleeting glance, she looked at my hand on her knee.
"Don't be sad," I told her, rubbing her hand gently with my thumb.
Slowly on her face I managed to see what was the hint of a smile and my cold and now affected by the winter heart began to beat faster thus warming my body.
And so we remained so for the whole time of the journey; my hand resting gently on her knee and hers, which after a while reached her knee, placing her palm against my fingers as if to be sure that I didn't move my hand away for any reason. I slowly stopped the car in the driveway of her house, stood for a few seconds looking at her as our eyes connected together and swirled in a melody of unspoken words, in a silence louder than any scream, trying to express our feelings in a meeting of looks that burned on contact.
I took courage and the hand that rested on her knee slowly moved to her hips, I looked for dissent in her gaze or any other sign of annoyance, but I only found affection and complete and total trust. So it was that suddenly I felt Sabrina's lips meet mine and my eyes widened at the contact in a surprised way. I slowly became aware of what was happening around me and the soft lips of the woman in front of me enveloped me in a swirl of passion as I kissed her back with love and devotion. Feeling like this, Sabrina, slowly raised onto my knees and balancing on my shoulders as the kiss calmly grew into something more. My hand rested on her back pushing her against me, while her chest was in contact with mine, our hearts connected and her hand was entwined in the strands of my hair, pulling my head closer. One of my hands kept resting on her thigh, while Sabrina's hand grabbed it and slowly slid it closer to her skirt making me gasp.