One Shots - Lady Lesso

One Touch (part 3)

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No longer were you avoiding Lesso. In fact, you'd begun to seek her out, placing yourself right in her eye line, by her elbow, close enough to remind her of your presence every chance you could. And she was doing her best to act as if her eyes didn't linger on you.

But they did and you drank up the attention.

Since your offer, she'd kept away from your room, not even coming over to the other school as if she couldn't trust herself to be so close to your room. Which was flattering, if not a little frustrating. But her eyes followed you around the grounds, in the shared spaces, whenever you ventured into her halls. It was thrilling, knowing you took up more space in her vision than anyone else.

So then you began to play with her. It seemed fair, after being her plaything for so many weeks. She deserved to be nothing but a throbbing pulse of want. She was going to be the one who broke, not you. It was her future. If she wanted it she had to make it happen.

You were just going to help it along.

Sprawling out on a blanket in the garden, you allowed yourself to watch her as she had a hissed argument with Dovey. Her eye flicked up, finding you on your blanket, glowering when you tossed your hair back. You stretched, arms over your head, back arching as a soft sigh passed over your lips. Her gaze only turned darker as she watched you.

She whirled on her heels, coat flying out behind her as she strode away, thunder on her face. You smiled to yourself, going back to the book you were reading in the sun. Dovey's shadow passed over you. You looked up at her, shading your eyes.

"I hope you know what you're doing with Lesso," she said, making you feel like one of her students, "she's trouble."

"She's evil," you replied with a small shrug.

"Exactly!"

"I promise, it's going to be fine," you said, "I'm in control."

"Are you?"

You thought you were. You were almost certain you were. You'd taken back the control, choosing to flip the script and make her take the initiative if she wanted you. It was her choice. She knew you wanted her, she knew she was invited, she had to take the next step.

"Yes," you replied.

She hovered another moment more before leaving you to your book. You sighed, settling back to read, letting your mind drift. Spending some time on your memory of Lesso drinking her coffee that morning was a wonderful use of your imagination. Her tongue dragging along her lower lip, her eyes finding you from over the top of her cup, long fingers curling around ceramic body. You could imagine her giving you that exact look when you were between her thighs.

You hoped you'd find out soon enough.

Leisurely cycling through your fantasies, you let the time slip away. The sun began to sink below the horizon, turning the sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges. The air began to chill, pricking your skin with goosebumps until you sighed, sitting up and accepting it was time to go inside.

"You've been out here a while." Anemone was standing a few feet away, watching you, "must be a good book."

"It's alright."

You fell into step beside her, making your way towards the shared dining room.

"I've been hearing some whispers," she said.

"Oh?" You wondered if Lesso would be at the table when you arrived.

"There are rumours that you have caught the eye of our Evil Dean," she continued, lowering her voice as you passed a group of students, "I hope for your sake that isn't true."