Trouble Teacher

(8)

David smiles as he pulls into the driveway, eager to see his son and you. He shuts the car off and hops out with his bag in hand and he happened to pass by a flower shop on the corner as he came home, which explains the bouquet of lilies and tulips of yellow and white. He knocks on the door before walking in and hanging up his jacket and bag before walking into the living room. "I'm home!" You lay the novel down and smiles as you stand. "Hello David, glad you're home! I hope you didn't mind me putting some records on and reading one of your novels." You chuckle and hugs him gently. "No, I don't mind at all. Please make yourself at home here," he whispers before hugging you back and pulling the flowers from behind his back. "I brought these for you." "Awh, thank you. You are the sweetest." You blush slightly and turns to Zowie. "He already ate a bit, he drew a bit and l have to say I think he got his talent from his father." You chuckle.
"Why don't you show your father your drawings?" You say as you scoot out of the way and puts the flowers in a vase of water.

David crouches down to Zowie's level as he shows him his drawings and smiles. "These are wonderful Zowie, thank you. Let's go put them on the fridge." He picks Zowie up and walks over to the kitchen with Zowie and all of his drawings. He pulls a few notes from under the magnets to hang up the drawings and kisses Zowie's cheek. "I love them. Now I think it's time for a nap Zowie. Wouldn't you like that?" Zowie rubs his eyes and shakes his head. "I don't want (Y/N) to leave." David laughs softly and walks back to you. "I'm sure that (Y/N) will still be here when you wake up but then she has to go home. You turn and pouts. "Awh, of course I will not leave darling." You chuckle and brushes Zowie's hair to the side. "Go to sleep little prince." You whisper and scrunches your nose. "Let me put down the music so it will be easier for him to sleep in." You dry your hands and walks to the livingroom to take the record off and putting it back in his original
place."there." "Thank you," he whispers softly to you. David smiles and rubs Zowie's back
as he walks up the stairs to his room with him and hums softly to him as he drifts off in his arms. He lays him down to rest in his bed and pulls his star covered blankets under his chin before gently closing the door until there's a
crack in it.

Davis walks downstairs and over to you by the record player before wrapping his arms around your torso from behind. "Hello (Y/N)," he whispers. You jump up slightly and chuckles
softly. "Oh hello David." You smile and lays your hands over his. "Did I miss important stuff today?" You whisper as you look up at him. "I've got your homework in the car, it isn't much," he whispers near your ear and then kisses your cheek. "Do you feel better now?"
"I do." You whisper in the crook of his neck and kisses his skin. "Do you want to eat maybe? You had a long day." "Alright," he whispers as he kisses the side of your neck and rubs your
hips with your hands over his. "Thank you for taking such good care of him today." "No problem, it's a lovely boy so the pleasure is all mine." You walk with him around the room and eventually to the garden. "You really have a lovely house." You chuckle as you intertwines
your fingers with his. "Thank you," he says softly. "I did the best I could with my teacher's salary." He smiles and squeezes your hand before kissing it. "Zowie seems to have really taken a liking to you." You chuckle and looks down. "I guess, but I'm just doing my 'work'." You sigh.

"So you wanted to draw me?" You look up to him and smiles. "Yes I did." He leans his head on his hand on the table and leans forward to you. "I think we should go inside of my studio or we could stay out here, if you like." "You are the artist, tell me where you want it, what you want and how you want me." You wink and smiles. "I called my mother already and she told me I could stay a little longer at 'Stacy's' place." You smirk and chuckles. He bites his lip and smirks. "I think I want you in the sun light, for now," he whispers before giving you a wink. "Let me grab a few things from my shed." He stands and kisses your cheek before walking over to the shed and pulling out his large sketch pad and pencils along with a sheet for the both of you to lie down on. You stretch and takes a deep breathe. "Luckily the weather is still good." You smile and undoes your hair from its bun to toss it over your right shoulder. He spreads the sheet over the grass and sits cross legged on the ground. "Come lie down on the grass for me and I'll pose you." You nod and lays down in front of him. "Do your thing, say how you like me." You smile softly and sighs at the look of him, so fragile looking in the soft
sunlight.

David smiles and bites his lip as he stands on his knees and leans over you. "May I pose you? It would be easier that way." He rests his hands on the top of his thighs and smiles down at you. "Sure, you're shy for a grown man." You giggle and winks at him. He gives a crooked smile and shakes his head. "No, I'm just being polite." He pushes your shoulders back down so that you're lying down and places your arms behind your head for your head to rest on before gently pulling your hair out from under you to be spread out on the ground. He places his hands under your knees and lifts them until your feet are flat on the ground but, keeps your
legs low enough for your skirt to stay in place."

He sits down in his spot and looks to you. "Would you mind turning only your head to face me (Y/N)." "Of course, this is quite a relaxing position." You half smiles and turns
your head to face him. "It'll make it easier for you to sit there for as long as I need you without being in a painful position." He smiles and looks at your face. "Don't move an inch, your smile right there is perfect." He starts to do a quick outline of your figure and face. "Alright." You look up at him, working hard again which looked so sweet. You met his gaze and winks, you can really see he's enjoying it. "Are you enjoying yourself Mr.Bowie? Your eyes are glimmering." He blushes a soft shade of pink and looks down to you. "I am, (Y/N). You're a beautiful model." He smiles and fills in
more details like the swirls and strands of your hair or the slight crinkles from your smile and then he begins to shade in the shadows after doing the clothes. "Thank you." You take a deep breath and follows his movement. "I want to
apologise for this morning, I was acting like a total slut.. l just love you and I've never been this attracted to someone." You look the other way with your eyes only. "I can't choose with who I fall in love with you know, it just... happened. You know what I mean?" You look back up at him.

"Don't worry about it. I know exactly what you mean. You weren't being a slut, you're a young lady and you're old enough to decide what you want to do but I must say you had my full
attention," he whispers before waggling his eyebrows and smiling. He laughs softly and finishes the details on your face. He turns the tablet to you and sets his pencil down. "What do you think?" You look with wide eyes as your jaw almost drops. "That is gorgeous, how
do you do that in such little time?" You lean a bit closer to see the details. "So detailed..wow. but that isn't me, I'm not that pretty." You half smiles and slowly sits up slightly. He sets the sketch pad down and leans forward to you. "Oh yes it is, you're very pretty. I think you're beautiful." He leans closer and whispers to your ear, "You're very beautiful to me. The most beautiful lady I've ever seen." You chuckle and blushes bright red. "No stop." You cover your face and lays on your back. He sits on his knees and puts an arm on each side of you as he hovers above and looks down to you. "You are! Don't deny it, don't deny how pretty you are."