FL - Temptation

VI. Dirty thoughts

Author: Hi back! I've been gone for a looong time, but I've been tryna figure out the next...move, so to say.
But something finally entered this brain of mine.

⚠️TW: semi-discriptive scenes, mild swearing, touching, NO sex

Send holy water! (Mostly for Lena)

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LENA'S POV:

The weekend dragged by incredibely slowly, which was the 8th wonder of the world.

Friday I had a nightmare that Oliver would come into my classroom and do things in front of my students. Which came true, but only the first part. It shouldn't be a nightmare. Why would I be afraid of a colleague coming to my classroom?

Saturday...was a wild ride. Which some nasty-minded students of mine would misinterperet. I should take my own advice once...

What Oliver said yesterday - on Monday - kept replaying in my mind. That it took him all self-control, not to...I couldn't even finish the thought. It took all of my control, not to undo his shirt right then and there. See what I couldn't on Friday.

No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, my mind didn't let me.

Sunday morning I woke up cold and shivering. Then realized it was a dream. A dream of Oliver pinning me onto my desk, making out. One hand in my shirt, on my back, twisting my bra strap. The other hand in my pants, teasing the edge of my underwear. I remember his shirt being half open, his hair a mess. Then a loud noise. My alarm which I accidentally set.

I didn't dare to go back to sleep. Just sat on my bed, trying to process and get rid of these thoughts. I was really slow that day. The feeling of his hands on me. What if his hand went lower? What if my alarm didn't wake me up? If his hand actually reached into my underwear...no, stop! He's you colleague. That image that crossed my mind when I saw him in that shirt.

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NATHALIE'S POV:

Tuesday. The week just started but it's already crazy. Ms. Ashton is crazy. For Mr. Oliver. The way she looked at him yesterday. The way she blushed. But anyone would, at that proximity. It either was something embarassing or really dirty. My money is on the latter.

We had him for 6th class but he didn't say anything (ofc, what would he?) nor did he act suspicious.

In double art (7th and 8th classes) the teacher was yapping about some artist I already forgot the name of and how they painted nude people. Half of the class was dead silent, half of them were laughing their asses off.

Right now, me and Alana are on the staircase, one eye on the teachers' lounge.

Alana elbows me and is staring at the door. Ms. Ashton comes out. The door can't even shut, when Mr. Oliver opens it again and steps out as well.

Ms. Ashton looks behind her, stops for a moment and speedwalks away. Ms. Celine - who just witnessed this - raises one eyebrow and looks as confused as we are. Looks like Ms. Ashton's motto is 'Delusion is the solution'.

Not much more happened today. We didn't have any classes with any of them. What I also said to Alana is that Ms. Celine looks like she knows something. But that wouldn't be a surprise, I bet she can even read minds.

We saw Ms. Ashton hurry away from Mr. Oliver a second time as well today. She's avoiding him, Ms. Celine and as it seems the principal's office as well. Was fidgeting with the collar of her shirt.

She was a sunshine just last week, but she's back to being stressed.

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