Echoes Down The Corridor

Twerking and Confessions (Part 2)

...until there was a knock at the door.

We froze, time appeared to have stopped, and Sarah cautiously walked up to the door, looking through the peephole to discover who was there. Her whole demeanour sank rapidly as she realized who was there.

"Get in the cupboard. NOW!" she hissed as she began to open the door. I hastily dived into the closet she was pointing to as she answered the visitor.

"I wasn't expecting you," she began frostily, as the door opened to reveal her ex-husband standing on the other side.

"What, you have company or something?" he asked in a more gentle tone, taken aback by the abrupt tone of his ex-wife's greeting.

"No," she responded, but looked around to check that I wasn't still behind her, just in case. Fortunately, I had managed to get into the closet, and was watching the altercation from a crack in the door, which I hadn't fully closed. "But that's not the point. I'm busy, I have a lot of coursework to moderate, and I don't want you here." She said coldly, despite the tears forming in her eyes that threatened to fall.

"It's just," he then started, unsure how to continue. "I think I made a mistake, divorcing you. You mean so much more to me than anyone else, you don't have anyone, why can't we try again?" he said with hope in his voice. Sarah wasn't having any of it.

"What?" she almost shouted, the shock and hilarity of the whole situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. "You mean to tell me that, after all this time, having quite clearly told me that I was a disgusting, vile creature, now you want me back? Why now? Don't tell me you've gone and done something stupid like gotten a student pregnant?" she said jokingly. Nevertheless, he began to hang his head, his confidence waning.

"Oh My God, you have?" she said, disgust filling her voice. "How old was she. 19?" hurt flashing across her eyes.

"18 at the time." he continued, unable to meet her eyes. "And it...happened before our marriage ended. She wants me to claim responsibility, but I don't trust her, and she won't take a paternity test. I thought, since you were about that age when our first was born, I thought..."

"You thought that I'd take you back, just like that, because you couldn't keep your trousers up," Sarah said, a new-found strength clear in her voice. "I'd take you back in a heartbeat? Well, newsflash for you sweetheart, that ain't ever gonna happen," sarcasm dripping off her tongue. "Have you forgotten the main reason behind why our marriage dissolved? I am a lesbian. I'm not afraid of it anymore, because I know that above everything else, neither you nor anyone else is to pass judgement on my sexuality, it is only God who will judge me. Despite this, you really think I'd take you back anyway? You broke a fundamental part of our marriage vows - forsaking all others - that meant something to me, Chris. I loved you, and you threw it all back for a shag with a floosy. And don't you DARE compare me with her; we were in a committed relationship, built on, what I thought was, love and compassion - children came naturally."

Sarah began to shut the door, but Chris slammed it open again. "So you're still keeping up with this nonsense then? I'd have thought by now, you'd have come to your senses. Just remember, this is wrong." he said with emphasis on the final part, and pointing to the rosary beads carefully placed on the dresser in the hall, "And you know it." he finished, walking away slowly, defeated.

Sarah slammed her body against the door, exhausted and confused in equal measure from the events of the previous encounter. I slowly crawled out of the cupboard.

"Oh My God you scared me! I forgot I made you hide in there." Sarah exclaimed as she slammed against the door in fear. "Are you alright honey? He was bang out of order. That was a conversation you shouldn't have had to have heard..." she trailed off, still reeling from her ex's behaviour. I stood up, walked over to her slowly, and wrapped my arms around her waist. We stood there for a moment, the blissful peace of the hours before restored.

"No Princess, are you alright is the question. My aim, from the moment I wake, until I go to sleep, is to make you the happiest person on the planet. That is all I want - to make you happy." Tears were threatening to fall again, but for a completely different reason this time.

"And that, Madam, is how to pull a woman. It's actually laughable how different you two are - he follows his own agenda, whereas you'd do anything for anyone." she continued, smiling and gently kissing my cheek and neck.

"Come on then, shall we just lay down for a while?" she finished. Sealed with a final, drawn-out kiss, she lifted me up gracefully and carried me upstairs.

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"Princess...?" Sarah said quizzically, moving to lie next to me after placing me gently down onto her bed.

"Yeah...well I thought, as Sarah means "Princess" in Hebrew, it kinda fits..." I trailed off. She's given me all manner of pet names, and I didn't really have one for her. What if she isn't comfortable with it? All manner of scenarios running through my head, my girlfriend begins to laugh, saying:

"I like it sweetie, it's just that's what we all call you in the staffroom. That, and "Madam" of course - my personal favourite, which I think sums you up perfectly," she continues with a wink, and earns her a playful slap on the arm from me. "But they all call you Princess because you’re sweet and caring, and you tower over everyone else. The incident with the daisy chain helped your case massively - do you know what they said about you? Typical Abby to pull a goofy stunt like that..." she finishes, still laughing at the memory. We're both in fits of laughter by this point.

"Do you remember the first time I chanced my luck with you? You probably didn't realise, but you and Georgie were waiting by the door of the classroom, looking at a notice about work experience, and I asked you both what you were doing. You mentioned that you were going on an Army course, and I saw my opportunity to insert a comment; innocent enough, but suggestive if taken the wrong way. So, I leaned in and said..."

"..."Well, you're gonna come back fit then, aren't you", as you pressed me to the desk and left me all hot and bothered!" I interrupted, very clearly remembering that incident. "That's when it all began for me. You made that very sexual comment, and yeah, you dragged me into the store cupboard, snogged my face off, and here we are today." I said, smiling as I rolled onto my side to face her, propping my head up on my elbow. She promptly did the same.

"Excuse me, Madam," she said jokingly. "Me, "sexually suggestive"? May I point out that [you] were the one who began twerking in my living room not an hour ago!"

"But you enjoyed it didn't you? Next time, I'll whip my tongue like Miley Cyrus or something!" I retorted flirtatiously, knowing full well where this conversation was heading.

"Yeah...but I can think of a better use for your tongue right now..." Sarah said, trailing off as she reached over to kiss me once again. The kiss soon became passionate, and she ended up on top of me. She flashed me a wicked grin, and just as she was about to proceed further there was another knock at the door. Sarah groaned, got off me, and went to answer it.

"It's ok," she yelled up the stairs. "It's the food delivery this time!"

A/N: Sorry about the delay, I wanted to get this right, and I've had too much real English homework, coursework and 6th form stuff etc. (if only my life were like Abby's - Mrs Proctor only gives her class homework ooccasionally!)...oh and THERE WAS SOME PLOT MOVEMENT!!! And a little bit of "drama", if you can call the uncivilized conversation that! Thoughts on Chris (Sarah's ex) - nah, or include him more? I think he may pop up at a later date, but yeah...I promise to be slightly quicker next time! Love always Amiee xxx