Fic: Maturing Lives (sequel to my original fic Beginning a Legacy)
This is (as the subject states) the sequel to my original fic Beginning a Legacy. Please Read, Enjoy, Respond!!
Title: Maturing Lives
Rating: M to be safe, but I think PG-13 would work
Disclaimer: 1, this is femslash of sorts. 2, I own all the rights to this story.
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Sam sat up in bed, yawning and stretching as she turned off her alarm. Here we go; another day of classes. Sam enjoyed lecturing her students; but sometimes the monotony irritated her. After all, Shakespeare can only be read a certain number of ways. Knowing her students were getting bored of the classics, she had assigned The DaVinci Code, which she knew her students would enjoy. Dan Brown wasn’t on her list of contemporary classics, but the students enjoyed the book and it got discussion flowing. Sam showered and dressed, getting ready for class; driving to the university she enjoyed the silence before the storm, today was the beginning of her third year at Northrop University and she was pleased with the classes she was lecturing: Contemporary Literature (a class designed for juniors and seniors) and a Writing Seminar (designed for freshmen and sophomores).
When Sam got to work, she noticed the office down the hall from her was empty. She knew that Maggie had retired (finally), but she wondered why no one had been placed there yet. Sam shrugged and headed to her own office, unlocking it and turning the light on. She got everything she needed when she heard a loud thud. Moving to the doorway of her office, Sam saw a young woman struggling to get a box too wide for the doorway into Maggie’s old office. “Hey!” The young woman, startled, almost dropped the box, “would you like some help?” The younger woman nodded as Sam moved to grab the box and made it into the office easily. Setting the box down on the desk, Sam said, “I’m Dr. Sam Kirk, Assistant Professor of English. And you are?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Mallory, Dr. Mallory Stephens. I’m the new professor here.” Mallory extended her hand, blushing profusely.
Sam shook her hand before asking, “Have you taught before?”
“Honestly, no. This is my first time lecturing to a class. I’m kind of nervous.” Mallory blushed even redder; speaking with Sam was a very different experience than when she had met Dr. Roy Calhoun, the head of the English Department. Where he was somewhat refined, Sam seemed very coarse and real. She had a presence when she was in the room whereas he seemed to fade into the background.
“Roy didn’t mention a new professor. Well, if you need anything, I’m right down the hall.”
“Thank you, it was nice meeting you. Are you going to the new professors’ dinner tomorrow night?”
“I had planned on it, yes. I’ve got to head to my class in a few minutes, so I’ll let you get settled in,” as Sam turned to go she noticed Mallory’s nervousness, “and you’ll do fine, don’t worry.”
When Sam had finished with her class, she headed back to her office. Seeing Mallory’s door open, she decided to see how she was doing. “How are you doing Mallory? Oh! Excuse me,” Sam saw a gorgeous blonde sitting on Mallory’s desk talking with Mallory.
“Oh no, that’s fine. Dr. Kirk, this is my friend, Dr. Leslie Baldwin, professor of art. Leslie, this is Dr. Sam Kirk.”
The blonde hopped off the desk and walked over to Sam, “It’s nice to meet you, Sam.”
She extended her hand and Sam took it, finding her voice to respond, “Likewise, I’m sure.” Changing her focus to Mallory, “I thought I’d come see how you were settling in, but you seem to be doing fine. If you’ll excuse me, I have some lecture notes to write. It was nice meeting you, Leslie.” Sam walked back to her office, unnerved by her poor reaction to meeting Leslie.
Leslie watched Sam leave, and her eyes lingered quite a bit longer than they probably should have; because Mallory caught it and went over to shut the door. “You’re interested in her, aren’t you?”
Leslie blushed, “She’s attractive; and there’s something about the way she looks at you that is so…” Leslie searched for the right word, “intensely passionate.” Mallory smiled, seeing her friend embarrassed about being attracted to someone was quite humorous to her.
“Her office is down the hall if you want to ask her out. If you don’t mind, Leslie, I have some work to do before my class.”
“Of course not, I’ll see you later. Good luck!”
“Same to you,” Mallory winked at Leslie as she turned and walked out of the room.
Leslie made her way down the hall to Sam’s office, suddenly not so confident about her encounter with Sam. She was terrified of being turned down, but summoned up the courage to knock on the door and then open it. “Sam?”
Sam looked up and seeing Leslie made her flush just a little, “Leslie, can I help you?”
Oh, in so many ways…Leslie thought to herself, “Actually, I was wondering if you were perchance interested in having dinner with me tonight?”
Sam smiled at Leslie’s question, “I have plans tonight, I’m sorry.” Leslie’s face spoke volumes of disappointment, so Sam quickly added, “But if you are going to the new professors’ dinner tomorrow, I’d gladly escort you.”
Leslie smiled at Sam, “I’d like that. What time do you want to pick me up?”
“How about 5?”
“That’ll work. If you don’t mind my asking, what plans do you have? Another woman?”
Sam laughed, “No, I can barely handle one, how could I handle two? I’m having dinner with a publisher who’s interested in my book. You are welcome to come if you’d like; it’d probably be a nice change from hearing him criticize my writing.”
“You wrote a book? Is it any good?”
“Well, I think so; but I’m biased since I wrote it. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure, I’d feel honored to.” Sam bent down and picked up a manuscript that was not as thick as Leslie had expected to see.
“I have to warn you, it’s a novel.”
Leslie smiled at Sam as she took the book, “I can’t wait to read it. I’d love to stay and chat, but I have work to attend to. What time are you going to pick me up for tonight?”
Sam smiled, “Dinner’s at 7, so 6?”
“Sounds great, I wrote my address on your calendar. See you later.” With that, Leslie disappeared. As Sam sat down at her desk she smiled, this is going to be VERY interesting.
At 6 on the dot, Sam pulled into Leslie’s driveway. Walking up to the front door, she rung the bell; suddenly nervous about their ‘date.’ When Leslie appeared at the door wearing a form-fitting black dress, Sam was blown away with Leslie’s appearance, “You look amazing.”
Leslie blushed at the compliment, finding herself so shy around Sam was surprising; she was a very vocal and strong woman who always had something to say. “Why thank you, Sam. You clean up pretty good yourself,” Leslie played with the collar of Sam’s shirt; “I like the book, by the way.”
Sam stood still, watching Leslie walk to the car, “You read the whole thing? Already?”
“Yes, and I particularly liked how you structured the storyline.” Seeing Sam’s surprise, she added, “My mother’s an English teacher.”
Sam held the door open for Leslie as she climbed in, then walked around to the driver’s side door and climbed in herself. “So what did you think about the characters?”
They discussed the book as they headed to the restaurant. When they got there, Leslie asked Sam, “So how are you going to introduce me?”
“Well, I was thinking ‘my love interest’ doesn’t really roll off the tongue, so that’s out; did you have something in mind?”
“I thought girlfriend would suffice.”
“Girlfriend? We haven’t even gone out once; rushing it aren’t you?”
“Everything else requires an explanation, girlfriend doesn’t.” Leslie looked at Sam, beginning to feel her strong opinions again, “wait, love interest?”
Sam smiled, seeing Leslie realize what she had said was amusing, “Yes. I’m very attracted to you; I think so far we’ve had excellent conversations and, oh yeah, you are gorgeous.”
Leslie blushed at the compliment, “Shall we go inside? Otherwise I might have to kiss you.” Sam winked as she got out of the car and walked around to Leslie’s side of the car, letting her out.
In the restaurant, Leslie listened as the publisher talked on and on about what they were looking for, so finally she broke the spiel, “So did you find that the character development throughout the story was reminiscent of Tolkien?”
Sam looked at Leslie as the publisher tripped over his words, “I…Well…I suppose…Depending on how you look at it….Possibly.”
“Have you even read my book or are you just giving me a Dear John letter in person?” Sam glared at the publisher.
“Look, the person who did read your book couldn’t make it, so he sent me. His notes weren’t very explicit about what he liked and didn’t like. He just said that he enjoyed the book and wanted to meet you.” The publisher’s face turned a brighter shade of red the more he spoke.
“You tell your buddy if he wants my book then he had better make time to meet with me; I don’t wait for people. Let’s go Leslie,” Sam stood up, and the two of them left the restaurant.
“Are you okay, honey?” Sam had not spoken since they had left the restaurant, and it worried Leslie, “do you want to talk about it?”
“Honey?” Sam turned to look at Leslie, “you called me honey?”
“That wasn’t the topic I had in mind, but it’ll work. Yes, I called you honey, do you have a problem with that?” Leslie put her hand on Sam’s arm
“No, I just…Could you believe that guy? Not even bothering to read my book?” Sam pulled up into Leslie’s driveway and turned the car off.
“Do you want to come in? I’ll get us some wine or something,” Leslie gauged Sam’s reaction; she liked Sam and didn’t want to come on too strong, “unless of course you’d rather just…” She was cut off as Sam leaned over and kissed her, “mmm…Come in?”
“I’d be happy to,” Sam got out of the car and walked around to let Leslie out. When Leslie got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck as she kissed Sam back, much harder than Sam’s kiss had been. They walked into the house, never taking their eyes off of one another.
Once Leslie had shut the door Sam pushed her up against it, pinning Leslie’s hands above her head, “Look at you, so in control; I like that in a woman. But I prefer we don’t get intimate on the first half-date.”
“What about the second half-date?” Sam smiled as she released Leslie and gave her some room.
“I didn’t say you should back away from me though,” Leslie smiled seductively, “just that we can’t have sex yet.” She grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her towards the living room.
After two glasses of wine, Sam lay on top of the couch with Leslie on top of her, curled up against her breast. “Sam?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you like me or are you just attracted to me because I’m good-looking?”
“Leslie, I like you; even though you are the most attractive woman I have ever seen, I don’t like you because of your body. In the short time I’ve known you you’ve proven yourself to be intelligent, charming and a very sweet person. Your body is a bonus.” Leslie slapped her playfully before Sam rolled on top of her, “So does this conclude our first date?”
“I guess it does; I don’t want you driving home though, would you mind sleeping on the couch?”
“The couch? I guess I could make myself comfortable here; can I ask why the couch?”
“I don’t trust myself if you sleep in my bed.” Leslie smiled as she kissed Sam and then wiggled out from under her to go to her bedroom. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“I guess you will. Good night.”
“Good night.”
The next morning, Sam woke up around 7; she put her jacket and shoes back on and wrote Leslie a quick note before leaving the house and heading home herself. When Leslie woke up at 7:30, she walked out to the living room to find Sam gone; was I dreaming? No, we really did go out (sort of) last night. Where did she go? Then she saw the note Sam had written:
Leslie,
Sorry I couldn’t stay but I have an 11:00 class I have to prepare for and I needed a fresh change of clothes and a shower. Maybe we could have lunch? My class lets out at 12:15, so I’m free after that.
Sam
She smiled as she read Sam’s note; Sam was different than other women she had gone out with. Sam seemed to actually care about her and she loved how passionate Sam had been when they had made out. She had never felt like that before, and wasn’t sure what to make of it. Leslie showered, dressed and headed to work for the day.
Sam got through her class, actually releasing them early since it was the first day. As they left, Leslie walked up from the back of the class to speak with her. “You did a nice job today; I was impressed.”
Sam smiled when she saw Leslie, “I’m sorry for disappearing this morning…”
“Relax, Sam, I got your note; I understand.”
“Well, can I take you to lunch?”
“On or off campus?”
“I was thinking off if we want to actually eat,” Sam smiled as Leslie laughed.
“I know; this is my first actual week here, and the food is just…yuck.”
“Ahh, a freshie professor,” Sam teased.
“Freshie? Hardly, I’m quite insulted now.” Leslie winked at Sam.
END
Title: Maturing Lives
Rating: M to be safe, but I think PG-13 would work
Disclaimer: 1, this is femslash of sorts. 2, I own all the rights to this story.
Feedback: ALWAYS!!!
Sam sat up in bed, yawning and stretching as she turned off her alarm. Here we go; another day of classes. Sam enjoyed lecturing her students; but sometimes the monotony irritated her. After all, Shakespeare can only be read a certain number of ways. Knowing her students were getting bored of the classics, she had assigned The DaVinci Code, which she knew her students would enjoy. Dan Brown wasn’t on her list of contemporary classics, but the students enjoyed the book and it got discussion flowing. Sam showered and dressed, getting ready for class; driving to the university she enjoyed the silence before the storm, today was the beginning of her third year at Northrop University and she was pleased with the classes she was lecturing: Contemporary Literature (a class designed for juniors and seniors) and a Writing Seminar (designed for freshmen and sophomores).
When Sam got to work, she noticed the office down the hall from her was empty. She knew that Maggie had retired (finally), but she wondered why no one had been placed there yet. Sam shrugged and headed to her own office, unlocking it and turning the light on. She got everything she needed when she heard a loud thud. Moving to the doorway of her office, Sam saw a young woman struggling to get a box too wide for the doorway into Maggie’s old office. “Hey!” The young woman, startled, almost dropped the box, “would you like some help?” The younger woman nodded as Sam moved to grab the box and made it into the office easily. Setting the box down on the desk, Sam said, “I’m Dr. Sam Kirk, Assistant Professor of English. And you are?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Mallory, Dr. Mallory Stephens. I’m the new professor here.” Mallory extended her hand, blushing profusely.
Sam shook her hand before asking, “Have you taught before?”
“Honestly, no. This is my first time lecturing to a class. I’m kind of nervous.” Mallory blushed even redder; speaking with Sam was a very different experience than when she had met Dr. Roy Calhoun, the head of the English Department. Where he was somewhat refined, Sam seemed very coarse and real. She had a presence when she was in the room whereas he seemed to fade into the background.
“Roy didn’t mention a new professor. Well, if you need anything, I’m right down the hall.”
“Thank you, it was nice meeting you. Are you going to the new professors’ dinner tomorrow night?”
“I had planned on it, yes. I’ve got to head to my class in a few minutes, so I’ll let you get settled in,” as Sam turned to go she noticed Mallory’s nervousness, “and you’ll do fine, don’t worry.”
When Sam had finished with her class, she headed back to her office. Seeing Mallory’s door open, she decided to see how she was doing. “How are you doing Mallory? Oh! Excuse me,” Sam saw a gorgeous blonde sitting on Mallory’s desk talking with Mallory.
“Oh no, that’s fine. Dr. Kirk, this is my friend, Dr. Leslie Baldwin, professor of art. Leslie, this is Dr. Sam Kirk.”
The blonde hopped off the desk and walked over to Sam, “It’s nice to meet you, Sam.”
She extended her hand and Sam took it, finding her voice to respond, “Likewise, I’m sure.” Changing her focus to Mallory, “I thought I’d come see how you were settling in, but you seem to be doing fine. If you’ll excuse me, I have some lecture notes to write. It was nice meeting you, Leslie.” Sam walked back to her office, unnerved by her poor reaction to meeting Leslie.
Leslie watched Sam leave, and her eyes lingered quite a bit longer than they probably should have; because Mallory caught it and went over to shut the door. “You’re interested in her, aren’t you?”
Leslie blushed, “She’s attractive; and there’s something about the way she looks at you that is so…” Leslie searched for the right word, “intensely passionate.” Mallory smiled, seeing her friend embarrassed about being attracted to someone was quite humorous to her.
“Her office is down the hall if you want to ask her out. If you don’t mind, Leslie, I have some work to do before my class.”
“Of course not, I’ll see you later. Good luck!”
“Same to you,” Mallory winked at Leslie as she turned and walked out of the room.
Leslie made her way down the hall to Sam’s office, suddenly not so confident about her encounter with Sam. She was terrified of being turned down, but summoned up the courage to knock on the door and then open it. “Sam?”
Sam looked up and seeing Leslie made her flush just a little, “Leslie, can I help you?”
Oh, in so many ways…Leslie thought to herself, “Actually, I was wondering if you were perchance interested in having dinner with me tonight?”
Sam smiled at Leslie’s question, “I have plans tonight, I’m sorry.” Leslie’s face spoke volumes of disappointment, so Sam quickly added, “But if you are going to the new professors’ dinner tomorrow, I’d gladly escort you.”
Leslie smiled at Sam, “I’d like that. What time do you want to pick me up?”
“How about 5?”
“That’ll work. If you don’t mind my asking, what plans do you have? Another woman?”
Sam laughed, “No, I can barely handle one, how could I handle two? I’m having dinner with a publisher who’s interested in my book. You are welcome to come if you’d like; it’d probably be a nice change from hearing him criticize my writing.”
“You wrote a book? Is it any good?”
“Well, I think so; but I’m biased since I wrote it. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure, I’d feel honored to.” Sam bent down and picked up a manuscript that was not as thick as Leslie had expected to see.
“I have to warn you, it’s a novel.”
Leslie smiled at Sam as she took the book, “I can’t wait to read it. I’d love to stay and chat, but I have work to attend to. What time are you going to pick me up for tonight?”
Sam smiled, “Dinner’s at 7, so 6?”
“Sounds great, I wrote my address on your calendar. See you later.” With that, Leslie disappeared. As Sam sat down at her desk she smiled, this is going to be VERY interesting.
At 6 on the dot, Sam pulled into Leslie’s driveway. Walking up to the front door, she rung the bell; suddenly nervous about their ‘date.’ When Leslie appeared at the door wearing a form-fitting black dress, Sam was blown away with Leslie’s appearance, “You look amazing.”
Leslie blushed at the compliment, finding herself so shy around Sam was surprising; she was a very vocal and strong woman who always had something to say. “Why thank you, Sam. You clean up pretty good yourself,” Leslie played with the collar of Sam’s shirt; “I like the book, by the way.”
Sam stood still, watching Leslie walk to the car, “You read the whole thing? Already?”
“Yes, and I particularly liked how you structured the storyline.” Seeing Sam’s surprise, she added, “My mother’s an English teacher.”
Sam held the door open for Leslie as she climbed in, then walked around to the driver’s side door and climbed in herself. “So what did you think about the characters?”
They discussed the book as they headed to the restaurant. When they got there, Leslie asked Sam, “So how are you going to introduce me?”
“Well, I was thinking ‘my love interest’ doesn’t really roll off the tongue, so that’s out; did you have something in mind?”
“I thought girlfriend would suffice.”
“Girlfriend? We haven’t even gone out once; rushing it aren’t you?”
“Everything else requires an explanation, girlfriend doesn’t.” Leslie looked at Sam, beginning to feel her strong opinions again, “wait, love interest?”
Sam smiled, seeing Leslie realize what she had said was amusing, “Yes. I’m very attracted to you; I think so far we’ve had excellent conversations and, oh yeah, you are gorgeous.”
Leslie blushed at the compliment, “Shall we go inside? Otherwise I might have to kiss you.” Sam winked as she got out of the car and walked around to Leslie’s side of the car, letting her out.
In the restaurant, Leslie listened as the publisher talked on and on about what they were looking for, so finally she broke the spiel, “So did you find that the character development throughout the story was reminiscent of Tolkien?”
Sam looked at Leslie as the publisher tripped over his words, “I…Well…I suppose…Depending on how you look at it….Possibly.”
“Have you even read my book or are you just giving me a Dear John letter in person?” Sam glared at the publisher.
“Look, the person who did read your book couldn’t make it, so he sent me. His notes weren’t very explicit about what he liked and didn’t like. He just said that he enjoyed the book and wanted to meet you.” The publisher’s face turned a brighter shade of red the more he spoke.
“You tell your buddy if he wants my book then he had better make time to meet with me; I don’t wait for people. Let’s go Leslie,” Sam stood up, and the two of them left the restaurant.
“Are you okay, honey?” Sam had not spoken since they had left the restaurant, and it worried Leslie, “do you want to talk about it?”
“Honey?” Sam turned to look at Leslie, “you called me honey?”
“That wasn’t the topic I had in mind, but it’ll work. Yes, I called you honey, do you have a problem with that?” Leslie put her hand on Sam’s arm
“No, I just…Could you believe that guy? Not even bothering to read my book?” Sam pulled up into Leslie’s driveway and turned the car off.
“Do you want to come in? I’ll get us some wine or something,” Leslie gauged Sam’s reaction; she liked Sam and didn’t want to come on too strong, “unless of course you’d rather just…” She was cut off as Sam leaned over and kissed her, “mmm…Come in?”
“I’d be happy to,” Sam got out of the car and walked around to let Leslie out. When Leslie got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck as she kissed Sam back, much harder than Sam’s kiss had been. They walked into the house, never taking their eyes off of one another.
Once Leslie had shut the door Sam pushed her up against it, pinning Leslie’s hands above her head, “Look at you, so in control; I like that in a woman. But I prefer we don’t get intimate on the first half-date.”
“What about the second half-date?” Sam smiled as she released Leslie and gave her some room.
“I didn’t say you should back away from me though,” Leslie smiled seductively, “just that we can’t have sex yet.” She grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her towards the living room.
After two glasses of wine, Sam lay on top of the couch with Leslie on top of her, curled up against her breast. “Sam?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you like me or are you just attracted to me because I’m good-looking?”
“Leslie, I like you; even though you are the most attractive woman I have ever seen, I don’t like you because of your body. In the short time I’ve known you you’ve proven yourself to be intelligent, charming and a very sweet person. Your body is a bonus.” Leslie slapped her playfully before Sam rolled on top of her, “So does this conclude our first date?”
“I guess it does; I don’t want you driving home though, would you mind sleeping on the couch?”
“The couch? I guess I could make myself comfortable here; can I ask why the couch?”
“I don’t trust myself if you sleep in my bed.” Leslie smiled as she kissed Sam and then wiggled out from under her to go to her bedroom. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“I guess you will. Good night.”
“Good night.”
The next morning, Sam woke up around 7; she put her jacket and shoes back on and wrote Leslie a quick note before leaving the house and heading home herself. When Leslie woke up at 7:30, she walked out to the living room to find Sam gone; was I dreaming? No, we really did go out (sort of) last night. Where did she go? Then she saw the note Sam had written:
Leslie,
Sorry I couldn’t stay but I have an 11:00 class I have to prepare for and I needed a fresh change of clothes and a shower. Maybe we could have lunch? My class lets out at 12:15, so I’m free after that.
Sam
She smiled as she read Sam’s note; Sam was different than other women she had gone out with. Sam seemed to actually care about her and she loved how passionate Sam had been when they had made out. She had never felt like that before, and wasn’t sure what to make of it. Leslie showered, dressed and headed to work for the day.
Sam got through her class, actually releasing them early since it was the first day. As they left, Leslie walked up from the back of the class to speak with her. “You did a nice job today; I was impressed.”
Sam smiled when she saw Leslie, “I’m sorry for disappearing this morning…”
“Relax, Sam, I got your note; I understand.”
“Well, can I take you to lunch?”
“On or off campus?”
“I was thinking off if we want to actually eat,” Sam smiled as Leslie laughed.
“I know; this is my first actual week here, and the food is just…yuck.”
“Ahh, a freshie professor,” Sam teased.
“Freshie? Hardly, I’m quite insulted now.” Leslie winked at Sam.
END