Miss O'Connell | B.E

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"Divine?"

 Billie's voice just above the sound of her breath, replacing the comfortable silence in the cramped cubby. Divine slowly turned her head, catching Billie's pale eyes, who was nestled against her side. They had just finished making love, again, and the smell of sex blended with the heat of their bodies in the small space. Sweat glistened on their skin, the closeness making the room unbearably hot.

Divine sighed and pushed herself up from the cushions, onto her knees, not responding to Billie; her body was too over heated. "wait, let me open the door for a second to let some air in," she murmured, reaching up to the trapdoor. But as she pushed at it, the door slammed shut in her face with a violent gust of wind. "Shit."

Frustration flared in Divine's chest as she glared at the door, which had just slammed shut, trying to push it open once more with all her force.

"What's wrong, Divine?" Billie groaned sleepily, stretching out her arms. Divine glanced back at her, momentarily distracted by the sight of Billie's pale skin, still fully exposed. Divine was still in her sweatpants and sports bra, while Billie wore nothing but a pair of lace panties.

"Divine?" Billie whispered again, giggling softly as she noticed Divine's distraction.

"Sorry," Divine shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "There's a storm coming," she sighed, reaching her conclusion.

"A storm?" Billie raised an eyebrow, not understanding the problem.

Divine chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a solution. "Last time I was in here during a storm, the wind wouldn't let me open this stupid door," she groaned, turning her gaze back to the trapdoor. "My candle is going to burn out, for fuck's sake," she lashed out, banging her hands against the door in frustration.

Billie watched Divine, still confused, not fully grasping the situation. But Divine looked stressed, even panicked. Her normally dark complexion had turned a sickly shade, and her chest heaved with short, shallow breaths as her eyes frantically scanned the room looking for something. Slowly, Billie crawled over to Divine, gently rubbing her waist. Divine snapped her head down to Billie, the touch calming her slightly.

"Divine, honey, I'm not following," Billie admitted softly.

Divine's face hardened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "It means the door won't fucking open, Billie," she spat through gritted teeth.

"Why?"

"Because the wind is too fucking strong! Do you need a scientific explanation or something?" Divine snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration. Billie's brows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Divine! You do not speak to me like that!" Billie demanded, her voice firm. Divine's face froze, a baffled look crossing her face. Is this woman serious?  Shortly after, a sarcastic smile curled on her lips as she leaned closer, her eyes dark. Billie leaned back slightly, the way divine was acting scared her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss O'Connell. Need I remind you that you're nearly naked in front of me and we just fucked!" Divine hissed. "This is no normal student-teacher dynamic anymore, nor are we within the bounds of that stupid fucking campus. I can speak to you however I like, thanks!"

Billie flinched at Divine's words, looking down at the floor in shame. Divine was right—things had spiraled out of control, but there was no undoing it now. She stared at the cushions beneath them, wondering how she had let this happen, how she had let her lust win. The sound of the wind howling and doors slamming open and shut as Divine desperately tried to open it, echoed through the cubby. When Billie looked up at her, she understood why her lust won.