Longing Defiance - Dovesso

Chapter 3

When Dovey falls in love, all hell breaks loose in her mind. It was fine the first few weeks. She felt fine, even with the constant ache and longing she gets. It was fine. But not now, not now when she's entangled in Lesso's arms. The redhead's right hand draped over Clarissa's waist, possessively pushing her back against Lesso's body. Her chin was on Clarissa's nape, nuzzling and breathing in her smell. The Evil Dean's leg was thrown over above her thighs, too. The closeness makes Dovey wonder if Lesso could feel the hard and fast pounding of her heart. But the redhead was sound asleep, the night only promising chirping birds and falling leaves. Clarissa tries to calm herself and looks outside her bedroom window once again. Except she couldn't calm herself, and the starry night sky outside wasn't making her feel at peace like it used to either.

So she wriggles slowly, hoping and praying Lesso couldn't sense she was trying to escape. It wasn't ideal, Clarissa would've very much loved to stay cuddling with Lesso like that. She would explode, however, and she fears her unresolved feelings for the Evil Dean might come puking out of her mouth.

She tries to move her lower body first, untangling their legs. And when she managed to successfully do just that, she started to move her arms as well. Carefully, she caressed Leonora's arm, trying to ignore the smoothness of her skin. But when she tried lifting it, Lesso grumbled and soon was awake.

Dovey curses at herself.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lesso retrieved her arm and sat up swiftly, staring at the Dean in surprise. "It's the middle of the night, Dovey."

Now that all those touches and cuddles were gone, the professor felt a sense of both relief and calmness. Like she could breathe properly again.

"I was trying to get some water." She lies, imitating Lesso and sitting up. She grabs her blanket and covers up her upper body as though Lesso hadn't just devoured it.

"No, you were trying to escape. And why, I don't wanna know. But it's the middle of the fucking night, Clarissa. I thought you wanted to rest." Leonora had a spiteful tone.

Dovey bit her lip, remembering that it was herself who had come unto Lesso, "I did say that."

The redhead stares at her with so much confusion, which then turns into a blank expression as she takes in the possible reason why. Before Dovey could even say anything else, Leonora had started to gather her remaining clothes. She paced to and fro and around Dovey's bed, groaning in annoyance as she did.

When she finally found her last piece of clothing, she straightened her spine and glanced at Dovey sitting on her bed, her back touching the headboard, and her knees bent.

Leonora exhaled sharply, "You should've said something. I have a knack for making people miserably uncomfortable, but not when it's like this." She looks down at her robe, patting invisible dust. "Have a good beauty sleep, Princess."

"Lesso." She calls, her voice louder than she wanted. But Lesso was about to leave in a bad mood, and she can't have that. No matter how pathetic she may have sounded. "It's not that."

The hand on the doorknob stopped only for a second. Lesso turns to look at Dovey, her eyes possessed exasperation. "Whatever it is, fix it. It's interfering with my sleep."

Which was constantly interfered with, just to add. Now that school was starting and the move-in day was a bit chaotic, the two Deans merely had time for themselves, much less sleep. These two students— the Readers— Sophie and Agatha, were persistent in the idea that they were dropped in the wrong schools. Lesso had expected the outburst already. The Storian's writings alone made Sophie unfit to qualify as a Never student. But that's the idea of these schools. They're supposed to break down these children and mold them into either pure good or evil like they were meant to be. They're supposed to leave their amateur ideas of themselves behind and be someone that would matter someday. The Readers can't seem to wrap their tiny heads around that concept. And it was fucking with Dovey and Lesso's minds.