Masquerade

Chapter 11

Iris' POV:

Iris and Alec were left again in the gym. Iris is finishing up the last of the center pieces while Alec had insisted that he'd fix the fountain's water circulation.

"You know," she starts. "I think your starting to have a hard time on that fountain."

And she was right, he was starting to struggle on the fountain, but had no intention of showing it.

"What are you talking about? I'm doing fine." He says.

She raises a brow. "You sure you don't need help?" She asks.

Then suddenly the water sprays all over him. He struggles to turn it off, but it took a while because the water was making his grip slip. Eventually he does and he gets his whole torso wet. Iris bursts into laughter.

"Alright fine, it was hard." He finally admits. He stands up, catching Iris' attention. "Where are you going?"

"To change my shirt again." He says.

"You're gonna leave me here?" She asks.

"Why? Are you scared?" He teases.

"Who wouldn't be scared? Its getting late and your the only one in the gym. Who knows? Freddy Krueger might show up or that crazy chainsaw guy." She says.

He laughs at her explaination. "Alright, you can come. But don't blame me if Freddy suddenly trashes up the place."

She shrugged. "It's better than dying."

They walk back to his office. Iris sat down on the couch again while he began to change his shirt. She wanted to give him some privacy by looking at other areas of the room, but she caught glimpses of his bare chest. His abs were showing and she had an urge to look. She tried to resist it, but the rest of her body wanted to.

Alec noticed that she was trying hard not to look. They were in the same room, and he didn't have a bathroom to change in. He looked at her and she was facing the closed windows. He felt this, this attraction to her. He walked closer and sat down beside her, completely forgetting about the shirt.

"Iris?" He tapped her shoulder. She heard him, but didn't want to look. He shook her, but she still forced her self not to look. He shook her again and when she faced him, his lips were on hers.

Shocked of the action, she didn't moved for a while. Logic was telling her to pull away. But this time, she chose to ignore it. She kissed him back. The kisses were soft and gentle at first. They lasted longer. Iris pull away for some air.

"What are we doing?" She breaths out.

"I don't know." Then he crashes lips with hers again. Their lips moving in sync. He lifts her on to his lap, pulling away slightly, but then she pulls him back towards her. Their lips together again and the kisses growing more and more hungry. She wraps her arms around his neck while he grips her tight on her waist. He was starting to nibble on her lower lip, asking for entrance. She responded quickly and he slid his tongue into her mouth, making her moan a little. She moves her hands from his neck to his chest, feeling his muscles of his body. Her touch sends tingles to him.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and they lifted it up a little. When she felt his hands on her skin, she felt like her insides were on fire. She moved her hands to his hair and tugged. But he pulled away reluctantly, putting his forehead on hers.

They were breathing heavily. She was still on his lap and could still feel the taste of his lips on hers. He could still feel the feel of her hands on his bare chest.

"Is it wrong for a teacher to like a student?" He asks.

"As long as it doesn't affect the grades, I suppose." She breaths out.