Demons (An AU Nathan Gardner Story)

Chapter 4 - Lunchtime Revelations

Once lunchtime rolled around, Nathan made his way across the hall to Sydney's room. She was at her desk, very uninterested in her sandwich. "Hey," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

She looked up at him and licked her lips without realizing she was doing so. "Yeah, so...this isn't going to work."

He shut the door behind him; it was nothing uncommon for teachers to meet behind closed doors, especially at this time of the day. Different groups of teachers always lunched together, gossiping about students or going over curriculum - but usually gossiping. "No? Why not?"

"Because I can't stop thinking about the guy across the hall holding me up against a wall and..."

Nathan sat on the corner of her desk, smiling. "And what?" He saw the look in her eye, the memory of pleasure working its way onto her face. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I've been going over this in my head all morning."

"And what conclusion have you come to?" She got up, drawn to him.

"Why fight it?"

Sydney tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "We've done plenty in the very short time we've known one another, but fighting..."

"No, Miss Turner," he interrupted casually, testing what he'd thought about all morning. He abandoned the edge of the desk and walked toward her, slowly backing her up against the chalkboard. "Why fight what we both felt this morning?" He put a hand against the chalkboard, beside her face, the act almost domineering and incredibly sexy.

"Wh...what about here?" she breathed.

"I'll help you with things here. Away from here, we can help one another..."

Sydney's eyes went wide. "You think...you think we can just, what, work together during the day and start fucking at night?" She tried to sound appalled, but he saw through it.

He put his lips as close to hers as he could without touching them. "Tell me you don't want to fuck me again and I'll drop the idea."

"I'm not looking for a relationship."

"I'm not either. I have too much baggage, but you avoided what I asked you to tell me."

Her hand reached out and she touched his thigh. "I think I'd kill to have you inside me right now," she whispered, her chest tight.

He licked his lips, slowly and with purpose. "You still want me even though I'm not the stranger in the bar anymore? Knowing I'm nothing more than a high school history teacher?"

She smiled. "He asks of the high school English teacher." She leaned forward, taking his lips. Her tongue slid along his and she moaned, unabashed, into his mouth. Her hand slid between them, finding him hard, and she stroked him. "I want to taste you," she whispered. "Fuck, Nathan, you know we're asking for trouble, right?"

He smirked. "I'll make it worse," he said, his hips rolling. "I was recently fired as principal here. I'm on probation and mentoring you is supposed to make me look good."

Sydney pulled her hand back and wriggled away from him. "What?" Her breath became shallow and she grew dizzy. She stumbled until she found her chair. "Jesus, Nathan, you could have brought that up before."

"Before what? Does it change anything?" He knelt in front of her. "Sydney, until Friday, I hadn't had sex in..." He was embarrassed, but pushed it aside, and his words came quick and hushed. "Fuck it, I hadn't had sex in over five years. You were right, I'm broken and beyond any possibility of repair. I have trust issues and an affinity for drowning my sorry ass life in scotch." His hands caressed the backs of her calves. "But you and I...Sydney, you woke up some part of my brain, my body, that's been sleeping most of my adult life." He kissed her knee. "I think it's pretty clear that the sexual attraction here is..."

"Insane," she said, shivering at his touch. "We are insane, this isn't real or right or..." He hiked up her skirt and kissed the inside of her thigh.

"I haven't gone down on a woman since college," he purred, interrupting her once again. "I bet you taste amazing."

Sydney placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. "I've known you less than a day in total."

"Point?"

"Don't remember." She shook her head, trying to will away how badly she wanted the man on his knees in front of her. "So, we're just going to be coworkers that fuck?"

"Why not?"

Sydney thought for a moment. Traditional relationships certainly hadn't worked out for her and there was no doubt at all that she was insanely attracted to this man. The school year would end in just over six months...what was the harm in having a rewarding sex life for that time? "Still no strings," she said firmly.

"No strings." He moved his body up along hers and found her lips. "This job gets stressful. We can call it therapy."

"Sure." She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer - she had a feeling she'd be doing that often. "Therapy." She kissed him again, hungry. "When the hell are we having our next session?"

Nathan moved his lips to her neck, he knew this was one of the worst ideas he ever had in his life, but the truth of the matter was that he didn't care. He wanted pleasure for himself and she was willing to indulge him. "Give me your number and I'll text you later today." He watched her hand tremble and she wrote those seven little digits on a green Post It. "Oh, and how are the kids?"

"So far so good."

He kissed her one last time before standing back up and willing away the problem in his pants. "For the record, I am completely aware of how insane this is."

She smiled at him. "Good, I was worried for a minute."