Her

Part 20

 I sat in my chair after class, waiting for everyone else to leave, just as I had done yesterday, and the day before. I didn't even bother with pretending to drop my pen or take an extra long time clearing up my books, scraps of paper, and notebooks. I just... waited. She, on the other hand, busied herself at her desk and pretended to be shuffling through papers. As soon as I watched the door shut softly behind the last student, I glided over to where she was standing with her back to me, the smooth soles of my boots sliding silently across the wooden floor. My heart quickened, thudding in my chest, and my anticipation mounted. I demurely slid my arms around her slender waist, and experienced a jolt of happiness as I felt her jump slightly in surprise. I tipped my head down and pressed my lips against her neck, then kissed her shoulder, slipping her blouse down marginally. She sighed, and I felt the walls she kept so carefully in place during class crumble. I spun her around and kissed her soft, sweet lips, my hands resting lightly on her hips. She smiled against my lips, and tugged me into her office, the door swinging shut with a definite thump behind us. She perched on her desk and I stood before her, my dark eyes looking into her bright ones. I lightly ran my fingertips across her cheek, our eyes locked, then slowly, gently, tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in to kiss her again. We wrapped around each other, twined together, her legs around my waist, my arms around her... her. She was everywhere around me, but I knew I could never be close enough. She smelled like hope and tasted like promise, her hushed voice secretive, letting me in on her secrets, into her, including me, and only me.