The Honor Code | Morticia X teacher love story

twenty eight

⚠️Smut & Foul Language Warning⚠️

      Morticia walked through the front door of the house. She had just came home from work and passed out on the living room couch.

Hours later Gisele woke up in the middle of the night. Since Morticia wasn't in the bed with her she roamed the house finding her asleep on the sofa. She laid a blanket over top of her and stood there admiring her asleep for a second. Gisele kissed her girlfriend on the forehead before leaving.

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The next morning Gisele woke up to an aching pain. More like the aching itchy pain of a cut when it's starting to heal. Nothing major just what's expected for the healing. She just opened her eyes and stayed frozen in her position thinking. She realized she was in a pool of sweat. Morticia somehow ended up in the bed. So she slowly got up trying not to wake her and went to go the bathroom.

She ran the shower and got out feeling refreshed. Gisele had her stitches removed a few days prior. So she really appreciated that shower. The blonde walked out of the bathroom. Steamed filled the bedroom. Morticia was awake in the bed. She was still in a towel when she came out of the wash room.

M: Good Morning

G: Morning

M: How are you feeling?

G: Pretty good I had to take a shower because I woke up in a pool of sweat

M: *she made a fake disgusted look looking over to Gisele's side of the bed and then looked back a her*

G: *she picked up a pillow and threw it at her* Ohh shut up

M: I didn't even say anything *she said holding in her laugh*

G: Your eyes said it all *she said widening her eyes*

M: Come here

G: *she walked over to her side of the bed*

M: *she pated her hand on the bed beside her*

G: *she sat down*

M: *she started running her hands through her girlfriends hair*

G: What? *she said smiling*

M: *she shook her head and took a long pause* nothing... it's just....

G: Tell me

M: I'm just glad your safe... here with me... i'll never let anything like this happen to you again...

G: I know... it's not your fault

M: I know but somehow I feel guilty or maybe guilty isn't the correct word uhh bad? I don't know what word i'm looking for .... but... i'm your girlfriend and I feel the need to be slightly protective of you and to have someone hurt you... hurts me because who would want to hurt you...