Mr. Fischbach • M.F

•chapter 9•

After running the last few errands, Mr. Fischbach took Neveah to his house to do her homework. He asked if she could stay for dinner afterwards and she agreed. Once they got to his home, he questions what exactly the homework was. She slipped off her flats and flopped down onto his couch, he followed her lead. She pulled the same red folder out of her bag, plucking the packet and handed it to him.

"Really? Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?" He asked with a chuckle. "Hey don't look at me, look at that coworker of yours. Mr. Peterson just so happens to be infatuated with anything that has to do with Shakespeare." She explained, putting her hands up in defense. "I just needed someone to practice memorizing and perfecting these lines with, my actual partner is on date with his girlfriend so I thought what better then to get help from one of my teachers?"

He smiled widely at her statement, "Well I'm glad you came to me, luckily for you I'm a very skilled, upcoming English teacher." He said cockily, flipping through the few pages. "And now, apparently I'm your Romeo." He said making her laugh. She gazed at him in awe, and her heart skipped a beat as she watched him read the lines. The first few times when going back and forth between their lines Neveah had messed up. And each time she'd become more and more frustrated with herself. After the 7th time, Neveah laid the paper down and sighed putting her head in her hands.

"God I suck at this." Neveah exclaimed.

"No you don't, practice makes perfect right?" Mr. Fischbach said, remembering what she had said after she messed up the first try.

"It feels like we've tried a hundred times, I'm getting nowhere." Neveah said with a ting of dismay in her voice. "Look," he paused, "Let's try one more time, and if we don't get it right, we can take a break and watch a movie or something." Mr. Fischbach suggested, she agreed and they both stood to try and say their lines once more. Neveah was curious as to what he had in mind for that 'something'.

The two got into character, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Mr. Fischbach said, having Neveah's hand in his, and attempted to plant a kiss upon her petite knuckles.

She gently pulled away, "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." Neveah spoke, pressing her palm against his.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" Mr. Fischbach asked, looking deeply into Neveah's eyes.

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." She pushed passed him, and pretended to prepare a drink for herself.

He came up behind her, placing his hands in her small shoulders, "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do." He raised his palm once more over her shoulder to grab her attention. She acted hesitant but eventually slid her palm on his, a sweet smile slid onto her face as they laced their fingers together.

She suddenly released his hand and took two steps back, "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." Neveah proclaimed.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take, thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
Mr. Fischbach took two steps forward and lifted Neveah's chin and planted a sweet kiss on her soft lips, she gladly kissed him back.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." She breathed, still breathless from the kiss. The line she spoke was the line she'd alway mess up on, she was surprised she had finally got it right.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." He kissed her again, but this time she could feel the true passion he portrayed with his lips. She could feel his desperate need for her lips against his. Butterflies fluttered about in Neveah's stomach, and she got severe goosebumps from such a kiss. She kissed back just as fiercely, and for the first time in awhile Neveah felt.. whole. She felt as if there wasn't a worry in the world. She didn't feel as uncertain and as at lose as she did this morning, and it was because she could feel not only his lust, but his love as well in this specific kiss. And it felt absolutely amazing, it felt like slipping into a nice, warm soapy bath after a long day at school or work. And it was then Neveah realized why she felt incomplete before that lovely kiss.

She realized why her day would always get better after being in the presence of her English teacher. She realized the real reason she agreed to switched her fourth hour. She realized the little deal between the two of them was more then just sex to her. That acted, but passionate kiss was an eye opener for Neveah and the oblivious teacher had no idea. Neveah's heart skipped multiple beats and her eyes glistened as it finally came to her.

She was in love with Mr. Fischbach.

The wonderful feeling faded as Mr. Fischbach pulled away, "See? I told you you'd get it." he exclaimed happily, nearly jumping for joy. She shook off the pleasant but uneasy truth, and giggled at his cheery reaction to them actually getting through the chosen part of the scene. She silently admired him and stepped closer, she ran her fingers threw his wavy black brown-ish hair and glided her hands down past his ears onto his cheeks. She got on her tip-toes being the 5'5" young woman she was, and kissed him just as he did moments ago. She showed her sudden affection, and of course he gladly accepted it.

She pulled away and stared dreamily into his chocolate orbs, realizing what she just did she blushed furiously and nervously laughed. That was the first time she had ever been nervous in front of him. "What was that for hm?" Mr. Fischbach asked giving her a cute questioning look. She sighed, "What? I can't kiss my handsome English teacher?" She asked, with her head tilted to the side. "In the eyes of any high school no, you're not supposed to. No matter how devilishly handsome he may be." Mr. Fischbach said with a grin, running a hand through his hair. She cocked an eyebrow at him, "I'm starting to notice how big your ego really is." She said, he rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, taking a seat on the couch.

"Oh yeah definitely, my ego is gargantuan."  He said, sarcasm oozing out his statement. "Luckily I know something else that's gargantuan to make up for being so self-absorbed."  He mumbled, knowing she absolutely hated when he did. She got a mischievous and playful idea. She huffed and quickly hopped up and jumped onto him, straddling his lap. She ghosted her lips over his, and instead of going in for a kiss she trailed her kisses on his chin down past his jaw, all the way down to his neck. She nibbled and sucked on his muscular neck, she badly wanted to give him a hickey but knowing he's still her teacher kept her from doing so. But that didn't stop her from getting her way, she locked lips with him once again and began to undo the top buttons on his button up shirt. She got to the middle button and broke the kiss to attack near his collar bone. She left purple red-ish hickeys all along the top of his chest, just below his neck. He squirmed and shuddered at the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on him.

She felt his arousal beneath her, and undid the last few button on his shirt. She caressed down his abs and began palming him through this pants. He groaned deeply, gripping onto her hips. They locked lips once more and then took his bottom lip in her teeth and bit down, hard but no too hard. Which caused a small but noticeable hiss/moan come from Mr. Fischbach. But before he could react she hopped up off his lap and strutted into his hallway towards his room. He clenched his teeth in frustration and and scoffed as he watched her turn around just before hitting the corner. She winked, and then shrugged and was out of sight.

"Ooh This'll be fun." He muttered right as he stood up and practically chased after her.