"Oh god, baby, right there." Anntonia moans out, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tighly as she rolls her hips in motion with Michelle's thrusting hand. "Fuck, I'm so clo-"
"Mrs. Porsild?"
Anntonia startles at the sound of her name, eyes flying open as she shifts in her position scrambling for something to either hold onto or reach for. But she comes up empty as Michelle's movements still, the fingers pressed knuckle-deep inside her stop moving and she almost whines at that, just barely managing to prevent the sound begging to spill from her lips. Instead, she manages to answer the voice clearly calling out for her.
"Mrs. Porsild?"
"Be right there!" Anntonia yells, pushing at Michelle's body, struggling to push her aside, pouting and angry that her activities have come to an abrupt stop as she jumps off the desk and tugs her skirt back up around her hips, pulling up the zipper as Michelle groans quietly and moves to lean against the desk, running a hand through her hair.
"I hate this place." Anntonia grumbles quietly before she steps out of her studio space, plastering a fake smile on as she spots one of her students.
"Ms. Bell." Anntonia says, straightening her shirt as she approaches the girl standing just shy of the classroom door, staring at her with blushing cheeks. "What can I do for you?"
The girl's smile widens even further at that as moves about the space, setting a small stack of papers on a table before she turns to Anntonia again.
"I was wondering if I could get your input on this piece I'm doing for the university charity next month?"
Anntonia glances over her shoulder the second Michelle slowly makes her way out of Anntonia's studio space, tucking her shirt in her pants and trying to straighten it as she walks over to them.
"Of course, you can leave all your materials with me and I'll get back at you." Anntonia says, eyeing the girl with a soft smile when Michelle finally reaches them and stands beside them with a lazy smirk playing on her lips.
"Ms. Bell." Michelle says, her eyes moving languidly from the student to Anntonia and then back again. "Working so hard on a Friday afternoon?"
The girl's cheeks turn an even brighter crimson as she shifts in her spot and reaches for her papers, nervously fidgeting in her spot.
"I, uh, yes Mrs. Dee, the-"
"Porsild-Dee." Michelle correct her as soon as the words leave the girl's lips.
"Right, yes." The girl nods, glancing away from them. "I uh, as I was saying, I uh-"
"Do you have the materials with you, Cass?" Anntonia cuts in, trying to ease at least a bit of the newly formed tension between the three of them, throwing glares in Michelle's direction.
"Y-yes, Mrs. Porsild. Right here." The girl, Cass, answers, hurriedly rummaging through the small stack of papers she's brought with her, handing a couple to Anntonia as she stashes the rest safely inside her backpack. "The second piece is just a sketch, I still haven't started on the actual thing but I was thinking-"
"I'd love to hear all about it, Cass, but I'm afraid I was supposed to head home hours ago and I'm sure you can send me all your questions through an email?" Anntonia cuts the girl's rambling short, smiling from ear to ear as she watches the girl fidget and nod.
"Of course. I'll e-mail you tonight."
Anntonia only nods in response.
"Thank you Mrs. Porsild."
"Anytime Cass. Don't forget to send me an e-mail!" Anntonia calls out when Cass is already out the classroom before instantly turning back to Michelle.
"Asshole." She mumbles, glaring up at Michelle with her arms crossed at her chest.
"What?" Michelle asks with a smug smile, leaning back against one of the desks.
"What?" Anntonia mock-repeats her question, rolling her eyes. "You know well enough what. She's just a kid, y'know."
Michelle winces at Anntonia's words before reaching out and taking one of her hands,
"I was just playing around, you know I didn't mean anything by it."
Anntonia sighs, moving to lean into Michelle's embrace. "I know, hon, I do. But she's a student, she could easily tell the board she walked in on us."
Michelle pulls back just enough to look at Anntonia.
"The only thing she can tell them is the truth, and the truth is that she came over to flirt with her Fine Arts professor but happened to stumble on her history professor in there as well and her whole flirting session was cut short.
Anntonia stares at her for a couple of moment, inquisitive and suspicious, until she bursts into laughter, burying her face into Michelle's shoulder, trying to stop the laughter.
"Oh my god." Anntonia says, finally pulling back.
"What?"
"I can't believe you were jealous of a student!"
Michelle frowns at her words. "I was not jealous of a student. I just figured she needed to be reminded you have a wife, who happens to be her history teacher."
Anntonia snorts at that.
"Please. You were jealous of a student."
Michelle's frown deepens. "I didn't even know she would be here!"
"And yet you hurried out of my studio as soon as you heard her." Anntonia teases, poking Michelle's chest lightly.
"I got out because we're heading home anyway." Michelle mumbles, glancing to the side.
"Awwh, c'mon, just admit you were jealous."
"I wasn't jealous."
"Hon, c'mon."
"I don't get jealous, Anntonia." Michelle says, slowly moving away and grabbing her coat as she tugs it on before taking Anntonia's, holding it out for her to simply slip in. She stands there like that until Anntonia finally rolls her eyes and sighs, putting the warm, large thing on.
It's not until they're already in the car, on their way back to their house, that Anntonia finally speaks up.
"You know, Cass' art is actually really great. I think I'm gonna ask her to join my next exhibition."
Michelle cocks her head in Anntonia's direction at the words, frown already on her face as she simply stares at Anntonia before finally sighing a couple of minutes later.
"Fine."
"Fine what?" Anntonia asks, innocently as ever.
Michelle groans. "Fine, you were right."
"I always am." Anntonia smirks before leaning over to place a soft peck against Michelle's cheek. " Always."
