The Healing Process (L.T)

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It felt like forever until the bell rang. Ivy had finished her study guide, which gave her some understanding when it came to the five questions on the worksheet. The words were translated in English on the guide, so all she would have to do is memorize them. Laurent went back to doing his own work, but not without shooting her a loving look every so often.

He genuinely liked Ivy. She was a really sweet girl, and so irresistible to be around. She also cared for him and communicated with him as much as she could. Even with everything going on in her life, she still found a way to make the best out of the chaos. He knew there was a part of her that thought about everything sometimes, but he couldn't criticize her for being stuck on the past. It was still fresh; she still needed time to heal.

The sound of the last bell ringing caused Ivy to jump, and her body began to heat up as if she were a pot of boiling water on a stove. She couldn't wrap her head around how easily Laurent was affecting her lately, and a part of her hated it. She hated the feeling of lust slipping its way between her legs whenever he looked at her or touched her. Whenever he did anything really. She wished it were him slipping between her legs instead, and she let herself assume that was the cause.

It is.

She knew she didn't actually hate it, it just made her crave him in a way she's never experienced.

She stayed seated as the students exited the classroom and they bid Laurent goodbye before the class was finally empty. Laurent stayed in his seat as well, listening to the commotion in the hallway. His eyes stayed glued to hers as the commotion died down, her hands closing her notebook shakily. Eventually, the hallways fell silent, and Laurent stood from his seat slowly.

"You gonna' give us away," he spoke calmly, walking towards the door. He reached for the handle, and it shut it gently, twisting the lock. Ivy's heart hammered in her chest at that, and he began to walk over to her. Her eyes immediately fell to the floor, no longer able to hold his stare anymore. "Uh-uh."

He stopped at her desk, and he lifted her chin, humming softly when she whimpered at his touch. His fingers warm and comforting, holding her face firmly, but not too rough for her to want to pull away. He was using his entire hand this time she really had no choice but to look at him, her eyes battling between looking at him and his lips. Right now, she wasn't sure who she was looking at, Mr. Bourgeois or Laurent. All she knew was one of them was the reason her panties were getting wet.

"Talk to me," he said softly, leaning down until his lips were just a ghost over hers. Ivy gasped softly, inching her face closer. Laurent smirked as he kept a safe distance between them. "What is on your mind, Ivy?"

Ivy whimpered again, squeezing her eyes shut before she opened them. "Laurent, please..."

Her words got caught in her throat when she felt his hands slide down to her neck. She wasn't expecting him to do that, but she didn't have time to think about it when he gave it a little squeeze. He remembered the time she put his hand on her neck when they were intimate in the past, and he wanted to try it again to see what she would do.

"You want to know something?" He asked her, allowing his lower lip to brush against hers. "I like to watch you squirm...you acting like you cannot control your body. Did I do that to you?"

"Mhm," Ivy moaned, licking her lips as her body began to submit to him. She stopped squirming against his hold, and she tried to sit up in her chair, but Laurent kept her still where she was. The hand around her neck was giving her the same pleasure she felt when he was actually down there. At one point, she swore she started to feel his tongue down there again. It could have just been a feeling, or maybe a brief flashback, but regardless she wanted him bad.