Hetty and Ryan: Overcome

Happy

Hetty, always hyper-conscious of her surroundings, imagined her principal's eyes boring into them through her office window as they walked out of school and into the parking lot. Their fingertips danced together by their sides like lush grass fluttering in a light spring breeze. Hetty knew Ryan was holding back everything within his being not to grab hold of her hand. She felt their pace quicken with every step closer to their vehicles.

Vehicles, plural. Damn. She realized she had been picturing herself doing very mischievous things to Ryan's legs as he drove them to his place. She snort-giggled out loud as they reached her car, and Ryan put his hands urgently to her waist.

"What's so funny, Secret Girlfriend?"

"Not so secret anymore, I'm afraid."

Ryan shrugged, clearly giving zero fucks about anything besides her standing before him in this moment. He pressed her to the car, and she felt him getting hard already against her.

"I know that giggle, you know? You were thinking about something naughty," he challenged her, lips hot and breathy against her ear.

Hetty's mouth dropped open in a bit of surprise. He really could read her, to the point where almost nothing inside her own head felt safe.

"I forgot we were driving separate," she admitted, blinking up at him with a half-smile. "I wanted to give you a little tease on the way over."

"Oh my God!" A hot blast of air escaped his mouth. "Don't you think you've done that enough over the past three months?" He pushed closer into her, barely able to contain himself.

"I never get tired of it," she replied, shoving him off and getting into her car before they got themselves caught in an awkward situation here in the school parking lot. The students were long gone, but a colleague could pass by at any moment.

Hetty rolled down the window. "See you soon," she called, then beamed and blew him a kiss.

* * *

Ryan could remember another time, many years ago, when he had brought Hetty back to his home and had barely been able to make it in the door with her. This time around, he had absolutely nothing to hold back.

He considered being mature and walking her into his home like a civilized human being, but by the time they reached the porch, he had his hands up her shirt and dancing desperately all over her waist.

Ryan pushed Hetty against the front door and plunged his lips into her neck, feeling her body shiver as she gasped lightly. He staggered his legs between hers, his body desperate and hungry for contact. Hetty ran her hand up his inner thigh, and Ryan couldn't suppress a slight whimper. His hands were still under her sweater, and he glided them along her silky skin all the way to her bra, fiddling longingly.

Ryan dug his key out of his pocket with trembling fingers, his lips a millimeter from Hetty's. They were both breathing unevenly as they stared intensely into one another's eyes. Ryan unlocked his front door, and the pair tumbled inside, limbs refusing to disentwine.

Hetty immediately began taking in her surroundings, turning her head to look all around his home. She grinned, her face glowing.

Ryan moved in on her again and grabbed her hands in his, fingers entwined, pushing her gently backwards towards his living room.

"I love your house," Hetty beamed at him, looking so joyful his heart could just burst. "It's so bright and colorful. It makes me feel..." She stopped mid-sentence, casting her eyes downward, as if embarrassed at saying too much.

"How do you feel?" he pressed, closing the space between them.

"Safe. Happy. Like I can trust you, always." It wasn't the first time Hetty had expressed this level of trust to him. Ryan hadn't always felt worthy of it. When they met eight years ago, he was a mediocre student caught up with the wrong friend group, struggling with grief and insecurities. She had always seen the good inside him. He had turned into the best version of himself, with her - for her.