Lady Lesso x Reader

1 - one bed

yes it's cliche but i love this trope okay fun
idk why they're away from the school but they're on business or smthn whatever

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You groaned of exhaustion as you collapsed in the center of the bed, still fully clothed but too tired to care. Lady Lesso entered behind you and immediately voiced her main concern,
"There's only one bed."

"Oh..... we could always ask for a different room?", you replied, secretly hoping against your own idea. In the years you'd been teaching at the School for Evil, you had developed what some may call a crush on the dean herself. I know, falling in like with the Dean of Evil, how utterly typical of you. But how could anyone not be at least a little awe-inspired by her, with her eyes, deep violet (forever mad that charlize didn't get purple contacts we were ROBBED), and the way they glowed when she cast a particularly powerful spell or was even angrier than usual. Her entire being seemed to exist only to taunt you, the cane she would casually use to manipulate people into doing what she wanted of them, her manner of speaking, every word either an insult or a tease, and that ridiculously long coat that made you want to simply tear it off of her to see what secrets she kept underneath. Well, if she opted to stay in this room, with you, you may finally get the chance.

"No no that's no good, the moron at the front desk said that this shitshow was all they had spare."

Internally, you were cheering.

"Well, it looks like we're sharing then, because I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the floor."

She leaned against the wall and rested her cane against the bed, her finger glowing the same shade of purple as her eyes as she brought both of your bags up to the pathetically small room.

"I'll take the bathroom to change, do try not to break anything while I do love." she said, a dangerous look flashing across her eyes as she said that last word, crossing into the proportionally tiny bathroom with her bag.

You. Melted. Sure she had called you by pet names before but this felt different somehow. You were definitely overthinking this. She's, well, Lady fucking Lesso. She could have anybody she wants, and besides you don't even know if she's into girls, she seems more the type to ignore romance and focus on work. Knowing this train of thought will lead to more questions than answers, you decide to change also, while you have the room to yourself you might as well.

Rummaging through your bag you opt for an oversized t shirt and a pair of shorts so tiny they disappeared under the shirt, an inch away from exposing your ass to the world. Well, to Lesso, but really, would that be such a bad thing? The same logic held through as you decided to forego wearing a bra to bed, you never usually would anyways and why should you make yourself uncomfortable just because you're sharing the bed with a woman you've been secretly crushing on for quite some time now. You sat on the bed facing away from the bathroom door to change your shirt, the buttons of the black waistcoat you had been wearing all day becoming tangled in your necklace as you attempted to remove it. Due to your struggle, you never noticed the bathroom door open and a certain redhead lean casually against the jamb, eyeing your dilemma with amusement and a hint of something deeper in those violet eyes.

When you had successfully put on the shirt and laid your necklace over top, you finally turned to notice her, looking sinfully too good in a simple black slip, your eyes roaming greedily over her every curve. Judging by the smirk gracing her lips, she had most definitely noticed your appreciation of her choice of nightwear.

"Something you want to say to me, little thing?" she asked in that damn voice, the voice that you would do anything for, the voice that you wanted to hear whisper any number of dirty things in your ear.