My Teacher

Je t'aime

It' s hot. Everything around me is almost burning. I pat around the bed, trying to find a single place colder than myself, in hopes of cooling by burning body down. When my half-asleep brain doesn't find even a single square, it finally wakes up, making me realise it's mostly because of Alexey's heater-like body. He is quite sweaty and feels like he's burning. And what else - his whole body is so hooked around mine, that we're both just sleeping here in our own sweat.

I get out of the bed and walk over to the window. Since it's pitch dark, I stub my pinky toe against something hard, making me let out a pained whimper. When I realise that it might've awoken Alexey, I freeze, but he snores lightly, confirming that he's still fast asleep.

When I manage to quietly open the window, I look outside it for a while. It seems like it's the middle of the night and the full moon shines beautifully in the night sky. I've always loved full moon, so this view leaves me mesmerized for a while. 

After a few minutes, I start to get cold and the pressure in my bladder is growing more noticeable, so I decide to go take a pee and hunt down something to drink and wash away the disgusting morning (even though technically it should be "night") breath. Thankfully, I find the light switch to the orange painted corridor easily and it's not bright enough for it to shine into Alexey's eyes and wake him up.

As I sit on the toilet, I admire Alexey's artistically made bathroom. The walls are made from greyish and black marmor, which makes the bathroom to look very sophisticated. There is a big bath in the end of the room, big enough for two petite people to sit or for one adult and a small child to be in. The bath, just like the toilet, is made from the same colored material, leaving everything here look very coordinated and designed specially for each other. This is so much better than the small toilet and bathroom we have at home. The toilet is so small, that there is literally a toilet and a cupboard over the toilet, where all the tidying and bathroom related items are. And, the bathroom, of course, consists only of a bath, where you can use the shower, too, and a sink. Thankfully, there are two gigantic mirrors on one side of the bath and the other one over the sink, so you can see yourself when brushing teeth. The wallpaper in both rooms is faded green, which I so very dislike. Sadly, no one ever listens to my ideas about the house related things,  because mom's the alpha in our home. 

When I've found my tea, which I didn't finish drinking after Harry Potter, I go back to the bedroom, which now is nice and cool, making me want to dive right back into Alexey's muscular and safe arms to sleep. I turn off the hallway's light and try not to stub my toes again, but there appears a light from the work desk in the bedroom. Out of a habit, I walk over there and pick up the phone, completely forgetting that my phone is in the bed, placed underneath the pillows as always, which, by the way, is not very good for health, as my mom always points out.

This is Alexey's iPhone, of course, and there are a few notifications on the screen. Knowing darn well I shouldn't read other's private things, my eyes act before my brain can stop them and I notice there are several messages from somebody named Irma. The context of the messages seems like she's trying to reach him, but not because she's in trouble or hurt. It seems more like she's horny and wants to see him for her fun.

*Hey, handsome, wanna have fun tonight?*
*Are you busy?*
*Goddamnit, babe, pick up the phone*
*If you don't answer, I'll come over in the morning and surprise you with a 'present' :PP* 
*Fine, see you tomorrow morning :* ;))*

The messages confuse me. Why the fuck there is a woman, texting Alexey and offering herself to him? I mean, sure, he's sexy as hell, but what the actual fuck? Who is she!?  My mind seems to have stopped working and gone back to sleep to avoid dealing with this nonsense. 

Now I don't feel like snuggling up to Alexey anymore, so I decide to go back to the living room and watch some Simpsons on the tv. When I turn on the tv, it makes a loud noise, making me squeal and turn the volume down immediately. I finally find Simpsons on some "Gyzer" app on Alexey's tv, where he apparently has all kinds of tv shows and movies. I smile when I notice there is a 'Shuffle' button, which allows you to watch random episodes. I've seen them all, but still there is some episodes, who just feel brand new to me, which usually suprises me quite the lot.

I am deep into an episode about Marge getting robbed and becoming a bodybuilder, when suddenly I hear a whisper in my ear and a breath on my neck. "You should be sleeping next to me, love." I flip around in a milisecond and my eyes are greeted by Alexey's loving, yet smoking hot blazing blue eyes. Alexey smiles the nicest smile and jumps onto the couch next to me, pulling me into a bear-like embrace.

"I missed you in there. Why did you leave me there?" He fakes sadness, his eyes betraying him. Actually he looks like he's the luckiest guy on earth and I'm the most valued girl on earth, who he just got all to himself. The truth is, I'm actually the lucky one who got the jackpot and is now in the most perfect man's arms, mildly sweating again from Alexey's high temperature.

"Are you always this hot? I mean, the body temperature, not only your looks." I giggle at how weird it came out, but Alexey smiles and scratches my back lightly. "I'm always very warm." This seems like something private for him, and I assume he probably has some health issues, that lead to this global warming in him, but I don't push it further. If he wants to talk about it, he will.

We watch a few more episodes and I start to feel my eyelids becoming more heavier and heavier. When I open my eyes again, Alexey is watching me with love-struck eyes, making butterflies bloom in my stomach.

"What's the Russian expression of 'I love you'?" I ask, interested. I've always been mildly good at russian at school, but we never used love expressions, since there wasn't really a need for us to know that.

"Ja tebja ljublju." He says and I smile, remembering that I've actually heard this somewhere, but still unsure where. Well, at least I now know for sure, that this means 'I love you'.

My barely-awake mind murmurs "Je t'aime, Alexey". I usually don't use french around my friends or... lovers, I guess, but it just slips out. I almost start to regret using french, when Alexey repeats it sounding perfectly french. "Didn't know you speak french." I smirk, my eyes barely open.

"I don't, love." Alexey whispers in my ear and I can even hear his smile. It leaves me feeling warmth in my tummy, probably of the butterflies still flying. I'm about to respond something, when I feel his hands under my back and then the feeling of a couch beneath me dissapear. 

My eyes fly open and I realise Alexey's carrying me back to his bed. That usually would make me uncomfortable, but it feels like he's having no trouble carrying me, so I let it go. I'm too tired for arguing about boundaries. 

Alexey's bed seems to be completely dry and even smells like flowers, not his sweat, which surprises me. How can this be? He places me down and then I feel his body press against mine, making me feel loved and safe once again. I'm on the edge of falling right into deep sleep, when 'Irma' suddenly crosses my mind. Oh, I have to know who she is!

"Alexey....?" I start, unsure how to ask this without sounding like a jealous freak already.

"Yes, love?" He plants a small and sweet kiss on my cheek, almost making me forget what I was about to ask. Almost.

"Who's Irma?" 

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