(𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐎𝐂)
❝I guess you aren't as much
of an asshole as I thought.❞︎
AS A FIRST YEAR COUNSELOR,
Celia Smith thought she'd only
have to deal with a petty turf
war, not feelin...
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: YOUR WHISTLE DOESN'T MAKE YOU ANY BETTER
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A FEW DAYS had passed since then, and they had been wild. Full of secret make-outs and smiles from across the room. Nick and Celia weren't affectionate in the slightest in front of anyone else (Nick was worse at this, always trying to touch her arm. She'd slap his hand).
Now it was the night of the Color War, a tradition only kept around for Kurt to rub the loss in the Shadysider's face (because they always lost, Sunnyvale always won). But Celia and Nick weren't thinking about the event tonight. Not right now.
It was a bit surprising to him. If Nick had been told that he'd been convinced to leave his post for a make-out session in the woods with Celia Smith, he would've thought the messenger was crazy. But it was true.
Nick was sitting, his back against a tree as Celia pushed his shoulders back. She was sat on top of him, both her legs on either side of him. Celia felt Nick lightly nibble on her bottom lip and she opened her mouth so that he could deepen the kiss. One of his hands was in her hair, holding her head with a firm hold. Nick's hands moved forward, wrapping around her waist to pull her forward. Lightly, one hand slid under her shirt and began to trace shapes on the skin revealed.
It was heating up quickly, but it stopped when a young voice called out, "Miss Smith? Cece?"
Immediately the two counselors scrambled away from each other, trying to fix their appearances. Once she finished adjusting her shirt and her hair, Celia moved around the tree and spotted the boy who had called out.
"Ryan?" Celia asked, brushing her hands off on her legs as she started walking towards the boy. She ignored Nick who was still hiding in the tree. "Why are you out here?"
"Tommy's looking for you," Ryan informed, getting closer.
Unbeknownst to Celia, Nick rolled his eyes.
Celia moved closer so that he wouldn't see Nick who was still hiding, "For what?"
"He says that you have to clean the mess hall with him," Ryan informed, looking around the forest idly.
Celia sighed, "Damn it...Forgot I agreed to that."
"He seemed angry." Ryan piped. "Is he mad at you?"
