The Snake and the Butterfly (6/?)
Fandom: Ghost/Ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: felt a little choppy but i'm getting back into it
Warnings: A/u
You wake up in a bit of a daze, it wasn't like you couldn't remember what happened the night before but more of a groggy half asleep fuzz that would eventually go away when you were awake long enough. You hear breathing next to you and shift so that you can look up slightly, Linton is still heavily asleep and try as you might you watch him for a few minutes because he looks just so peaceful like this. You can't help but remember all of the information that had been processed last night and to be honest you were still a little in shock from what he'd told you, you never would have guessed what he told you from just looking at him or even talking to him for the time you had. It was definitely a shock but you didn't know why he had expected you to be running for the hills when you found out, after all you were going to find out anyway if you two ever got that far. You don't hear much noise from the rest of the house and so you assume that you are the only one that is conscious, then again you really do think that the two of you were the only ones that hadn't been drinking, meaning that while Linton would probably continue to sleep for awhile he wasn't going to sleep all day and be miserable when he finally did wake up. You debate for a short time about getting up but you're not sure if it would be a good idea given that you don't know barely anyone there or even who owns the house.so you decide against it and stay where you are.
You think about last night and sigh heavily, you couldn't believe that he'd managed to get you to tell him about your sexual history without pushing it too much, then again he'd told you about something in his past that he considered to be painful...and you could tell from the look in his eyes while he was speaking that it still hurt to some degree. You'd never told anyone about him before, even your own parents were under the impression that you had never done anything yet and while they weren't entirely wrong they weren't right either, they would have lost it if they'd have found out. You shift slightly so that you have your head against his arm, far enough away that you can watch him again...you wonder how all of this will work out, what would happen in the event things didn't work out the way you both hoped...would he loose his job over this, would you loose scholarships or even get expelled...there were a lot of what if's and not a lot of answers yet. There was nothing in the official rules about what was going on between you two, you supposed it had never been an issue until now but you wondered because there were going to be some definite ethical issues if you and he started officially dating and you didn't know what kind of consequences would pop up because of it. Even though you'd only been intimate like this with him for a short amount of time, you felt like you were willing to take those chances...if you both saw the potential in each other then you were willing to go through what you had too...but you had to get to know him first. You already had a good glimpse into who he was though, when he was speaking of his ex it had been the most vulnerable you'd ever seen him and for someone that usually seemed very in control of his emotions and life-mostly at least-you felt that that was a big challenge for him. There are a lot of things about him that you aren't sure how to read though, you remember clearly your mother and your grandmother both going on and on about how you could never trust a man that gave you butterflies, your grandmother had even gone on to tell you that the men that could do that were charming but they were liars...instead, they always told you to watch out for the ones that made you feel protected because they were somehow better. You could have rolled your eyes at the advice because not much romantic advice from either of them had ever proven to be accurate...but the flutters you felt deep in your stomach when Linton called you little girl or babydoll...or hell even when he looked at you with darkened green eyes...it made you feel everything at the same time.
You start to over think the night before and while your logical side is telling you that there are plenty of reasons that he wants you both emotionally and physically, you're nerves start picking out minute things that don't rightfully matter in the grand scheme...but sure enough you zero in on them. It's only when he starts to wake up that you are able to clear your head of those nagging thoughts which get squashed pretty quickly when he gives you a half asleep smile and pulls you in so he can peck the top of your head. Since neither of you is hungover it doesn't take very long to gather up what little you'd brought and by mid morning you are both walking back towards the school, and you can't help but notice that he's keeping a small distance between you.
"I understand that you don't want people to get the idea...but you don't have to be all the way over there."
He doesn't reply at first but simply takes a step closer and gives you a sidelong glance. "It's called respecting your space, besides, I haven't courted you nearly enough to be on top of you in public yet."
"You're really serious about the traditional dating aren't you."
"Look..." He stops walking and you stop as well and look at him curiously. "I really like you...and I don't want to fuck this up by rushing into it. I don't want to hurt you or me, and if that means doing the whole dinner and movie dates thing to get to know you as best as I can, then that's what i'm going to do."
"I guess we have time now, don't we..."
"Lots of it."
You give him a barely there smile before you start walking again with him following you, yes, you did have lots of time right now.
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Over the course of the next month, Ophelia visits your house much more frequently...so frequently in fact that Simon and Sara think it's odd when she doesn't show up sometime in the morning. You think it's funny that both of them have taken a liking to her the more she's around because they had both been rather disapproving of it in the beginning, but now it was pretty common for You and Simon to be doing something or just sitting there while Sara and Ophelia were off doing their own thing. There were a few dates in that month and the more you went on them the more you were happy with the path you chose to go about all of this because it afforded you more time to ask her questions, even if they were sometimes inappropriate questions. You actually stumbled and fell face first into the fact that she had grown up in a catholic household though she wasn't practicing it, she had actually been surprised at your surprise. Most of the dates were pretty relaxed and it made you happy that she felt like that around you, you had to admit that you'd been worried about it even if there was no evidence to point to it being necessary . She'd told you all sorts of stories about how overbearing her parents were, even some rather embarrassing ones she'd had during her early teens and you couldn't not laugh at some of them, but not once did she give you a dirty look or get angry, she laughed with you. In turn, you told her about you're own mishaps during your teens, the typical bullshit from a stubborn and big headed kid that thought he had everything planned out. School only comes up a handful of times and for the first time since you've started talking to her and getting to know her like this, you didn't feel like her teacher, she didn't feel like a student to you in any sense of the word. The most frustrating thing though was that neither of you had made any moves to get close physically, you hadn't because you wanted her to make that choice but you suspected she maybe thought you were uncomfortable or was waiting for you to make that first move...either way it felt like it was time to take that next step but the tension was excruciating some nights.
You had told her on your last outing that you had an idea for the next time but you wanted her honest opinion, she'd agreed and so you'd brought up a very small gig at a bar just off campus. She'd looked at you a little strangely at first and you couldn't understand why until you realized that while you had told her-showed her even-that you played guitar you had never brought up the half-on half-off again band that you played with. You'd gone on to explain that all the staff that actually didn't want to kill each other every day-mainly Martin, Tobias, Simon, Aksel and yourself-had been friends for awhile and that this band had been around about just as long, they didn't play often but when they did they made a night of it. You weren't sure what it was about the idea, but she'd gotten this very large smile on her face before she agreed that it would be a very fun time. That was a few weeks ago, in the present it was the day of the said gig and everyone had been hanging around your house for the few hours before you all would start packing up various instruments and heading down to the bar to set up. Sara and Ophelia were already out and about doing god knew what but you weren't too worried if they were out together, if trouble came up you were not worried about Sara...and you definitely weren't worried about Ophelia after seeing some of the injuries she'd given people. It still didn't stop you from feeling just a tad anxious about them being out on their own though, you quickly shelf that feeling when Simon looks at you with a knowing expression and all you can do is lean back in the sofa and let out a heavy sigh.
"So...you haven't really been talkative the last few weeks...are you going to spill?"
"Spill what?"
"How are things...progressing?" He makes a twirling gesture with his hand that makes you shake your head.
"Leave the flourishing for Martin..." You both laugh a little before you answer him seriously. "It's going nicely I think..."
"You think?"
"I told you Simon...I'm not going to mess this up by letting my dick call the shots."
"I guess that answers my next question then."
"Really?"
"Strong will you have there...I couldn't do it." He leans back like you and puts his hands behind his head. "It's going on...what a month or maybe a month and a half since you two have started actually hanging out or dating?"
"About..."
"And you haven't tried anything."
"No..."
"why?"
"Just...doesn't feel right yet."
"So basically neither of you is willing to make a move on the other?"
"Basically."
"What are you...fourteen?"
"Fuck you."
"You wouldn't enjoy it." He chuckles. "But seriously...something has to happen soon because I can literally feel all that pent up frustration when you two are here. Even if it's not straight fucking, something needs to happen before one of you does something and you loose your head, do something you'll regret."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, I know you, you and I are a lot alike. I know that if you let it go on like this that she'll do something small, maybe brush up against you wrong or give you a kiss on the cheek or something...and boom. Express train to pound town before you really wanted it to get to that point." He pauses for a bit before continuing. "I mean, you two don't even cuddle aside from those times you were drunk or high...Sara and I cuddle more than you two do, and that's when she's at my feet. We were also doing the dirty after like...two months or so."
You really want to argue with him...but thinking back on all the time you two have spent together you hate to admit that you'd kept your distance from her. "I hate when you're goddamn right."
"Everyone does...its ok."
As it gets closer to time to go, the girls agree to meet at the bar and it only takes about twenty minutes for everyone to pack up and pile out of the house to start the trek into the town surrounding the school. It really is just a typical college town, there are lots of options for the students-and sometimes staff-to choose from when it came to how they chose to get wasted on a weekend, though because a good majority of the student body was home with their parents for the break, it was all decidedly adult which was nice. It's a rather small bar, its empty now but will be crammed full soon because while you guys weren't popular with a lot of people, there was a fan base in this town that just loved hearing you all play. It was probably why getting into this particular bar for a gig was never much of an issue, that and it was a win win for everyone...extra money for you and your friends and extra money for the bar itself. While you all get set up and are basically just shooting the shit with each other to pass some time you see Sara walk in with Ophelia behind her, now if you were being honest, you really didn't think that you could find her any more attractive than she was to you already...but when she walks in and you can see her in full view you stand corrected. You can quite literally feel your grasp of language skill completely disappear and you are also fairly sure that your face looks just hilarious at the moment. You're almost sure that Sara had a hand in dressing her tonight because you'd never seen her in anything like this before and you liked to think you'd seen her dressed down and dressed up, though you were really wondering now. It wasn't necessarily low cut but it definitely showed off what you considered to be one of the most perfect set of breasts you'd seen in a long time, and that combined with how it followed the lines of her body and down to the curves of her hips and how it stopped just about mid thigh was enough to leave you quite literally speechless. You honestly think that the only thing you're capable of doing now is making sounds and looking like an idiot, you take a few seconds and try to pull yourself together on the outside at least when they go and sit down off to the right of the small stage area. You distract yourself with talking with the guys and soon enough it is showtime and you are able to loose yourself entirely in the music that you play. Everyone seems to enjoy the set and while you don't do much talking yourself because that is Tobias's job, you try like hell to avoid looking at where the two girls are sitting...you aren't sure if you'd be able to concentrate if you look again. Though admittedly you do sneak a look about half way through to see both of them enjoying the show, she has large smile on her face and it makes you grin a bit before you get back to playing.
After two hours, it's obvious that half of the people there are drunk and the other half are ready to go home, even all of you who enjoyed performing were ready to call it quits for the night and after some parting words you all started packing up, and it was only then that you got a very good look at her when she came up to you. Given the height difference it wasn't hard to look down the front of her dress though you tried to avoid staring, but it was very hard. She's smiling still and you can tell that she wants to either hug you or some other type of contact but she holds it back...it sort of drives home the earlier conversation with Simon about how little physical affection there is, you must have frowned slightly because she asks what's wrong. You shake your head and lean down so that she can hear you before you ask her if she wants to stay or go, she seems to contemplate it for a few seconds before shrugging and saying that if you were ready to go she was too. You pick up your guitar and offer her a hand which she doesn't seem to hesitate in taking and you both let the others know what the intention is before you leave. You can see the look your getting from Simon...like he knows something is going to happen and you lift a middle finger to him before the door shuts. The walk home is fairly quiet though its not uncomfortable by any means, she still has a smile on her face and the fact that she's holding your hand the way she is makes you grin sightly and it isn't until you are walking up the steps and opening the door for her to go inside that she breaks the silence.
"That was...amazing! Seriously why are you guys teaching and not doing that?"
"We don't make that much playing music, we need to live you know."
She's looking at you for a short moment before she crosses her arms over her chest. "Well...you guys should consider it...seriously."
You watch her sit down on the sofa heavily and stretch her legs out in front of her making sure to cross her ankles so that she wasn't showing everything...which was a little sad. "I'll be sure to tell Tobbe that..." You move to sit down beside her, though instead of sitting where you normally would you are much closer than you've been before. You don't have any intention to try anything but you also can't really deny the fact that right now you want to touch her...it's been a solid three weeks-almost a month-that you've been taking her out on dates, she's been coming over to your place...you've talked about everything, you knew things about her that her own parents didn't know...and she knew things about you that no one other than Simon did. She moves just slightly and leans against your shoulder so that she can look up at you and you're suddenly faced with another decision of what to do...you already know what she wants you to do, you can see it in her eyes and the way she's completely at ease against you, so it comes down to if you are ready to do this or not...and you'd be a fucking liar if you said you weren't.
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You'd meant what you said about them playing music...it had been so wonderful to hear them that you were sad when it had to end, something about watching them all pour their souls into a two hour set was magical. Never mind the fact that the way you'd been eyed when you walked in had you already feeling a little giddy anyhow. You'd been on the fence about wearing this dress but after some gentle prodding from Sara you decided to go with it. It wasn't something you normally wore really but from the look on Linton's face when you walked in you had to say that it was doing its job just fine, and even now that you were at his home sitting on the couch in such close proximity to him it still seemed to be doing just fine. You'd been a little surprised when he'd held your hand to be honest, it wasn't much really but for him it was something very special to you, and now with your head against his shoulder and him sitting so close it was hard to not just make that move. It's like you can see him struggling with the decision in his head and seeing him hesitate makes you think that you're being far too forward so you move to sit up again but he stops you by wrapping his arm around you and keeping you where you are.
"You wore that on purpose didn't you."
You are looking at him straight in the eyes now and you feel that flutter in your stomach again. "Partly sir..."
You feel like he's closer to you and before you have a chance to anticipate what he might say back, he has lips against yours in a fairly modest kiss which he holds for a few seconds before he pulls back a bit. It surprises you but as soon as that surprise wears off you sit up a little and look at him, he also is sitting up but he doesn't look surprised...his eyes are dark and he's looking like he could just devour you right at this moment. He leans in and kisses you a bit more insistently this time and this time when he tries to pull back you follow him and keep your mouths pressed against each others. You open your mouth when you feel his tongue against your lips and after he invades your mouth you feel like its over, something inside both of you just seems to snap and he has you on your back before you can think straight.
He's holding himself up with one hand while his other starts to wander, it starts on your side and slowly drops down over your hip and between your thighs and you make no move to try and stop him, you want him to do this...you'd wanted him to do this for awhile now. You have your hands in his hair as he continues to kiss you deeply, his other hand rubbing against you through your panties and you have no doubt that he can feel exactly how much you want him. You aren't even really thinking straight at the moment but a deep blush covers your face when you feel him press his fingers against you and chuckle though it comes out a lot lower than you're used to. You feel him pull your bottom lip between his teeth as he pushes his thumb up against your clit and it makes you breath in sharply before you feel him push his fingers into you as far as they can go with your panties still on and you know for a fact he can feel how absolutely soaked they'd gotten by this point. He doesn't say anything but simply pulls back and watches you as he continues to play with you through your underwear, you can tell by the look on his face that he's amused by the way you writhe and the faint flush that is all over your face and chest. He leans forward between your legs and hooks both hands into your panties before pulling them down to your knees, before you can say anything you feel him slide a couple of fingers into you deeply and you can't help the small sound that escapes from you. You feel your eyes slide closed and you grab ahold of the back of the sofa tightly while your other hand is holding onto his arm with a death grip, you know that he's watching you while he slowly starts to slide his fingers into and out of you, bringing his thumb up to your clit and starting to rub in lazy circles. It almost feels like he's teasing you but you are far to distracted by how good this all feels to really care, you are biting you lip to try and keep yourself somewhat quiet because you know that if you don't the neighbors would be able to even hear you. You seriously believe that this is a dream and that you'll wake up to find your own hand, and it isn't until you hear his voice break through your thoughts that you are brought back to the reality of the situation that you are being finger fucked by a man that had started out as your teacher but now...he was someone entirely different to you.
"Look at me."
You open your eyes to try and focus on him but he angles his fingers just right and pushes them into you again deeply and you feel like an electric shock hits you, you can't help when your eyes close again and you let out a moan. You feel him shift slightly and suddenly you feel his hand grasping your jaw lightly as he repeats himself, so you force your eyes open against the shocks of pleasure you're feeling when he thrusts his fingers into a spot inside you that makes you start to arch your hips a little.
He's watching you intently, and while under different circumstances it would have seemed a little odd, it made each push of his hand a little more intense feeling, you feel him slide another finger into the mix and when he pushes them into you at a new deeper angle it makes your back arch up off the sofa suddenly, and when you feel your eyes start to close again he gently reminds you to keep them open. The new angle forces a loud moan out of you and you bring both hands up to your mouth to cover it, you can see an amused glint in his eyes as he picks up his speed a little and its almost too much for you to keep in. He still has a hold of your jaw and before you have a chance to get used to this new speed he gives you a very small smile and pulls away entirely before he pulls your panties off of you completely and hooks both of your legs over his arms, you feel his fingers slide back into you as deep as he can get them and starts to thrust his hand against you hard and fast, pushing his thumb into you in short quick circles until you aren't able to keep yourself quiet despite your hand. You can't help the loud and shaky moans that get forced out each time his fingers curl against you just right and you start to feel a building tension in your stomach, you abandon trying to keep quiet and bring both your hands up to his arms, your fingers tensing up with each shock of pleasure. He lets go of one of your legs and puts his hand against the couch so he can lean over you and right when he hits your spot at just the perfect angle you let out a half moaned warning that you are going to cum so he starts to roughly move his fingers against you in just the right way that has you unable to do much else except shake and hold onto him desperately. You try to concentrate on the feeling of your impending orgasm but you're drawn back into the here and now once again by him. He puts his mouth against your ear and bites it a little.
"Cum for me little girl...all over my hand."
You shudder and all it takes is him curling his fingers suddenly and you're pushed over that small edge, you feel that built up tension release so hard that your vision goes dark as you tense up and try to pull him as close as you physically can, letting out a high pitched squeal.
When you finally come back to reality you open your eyes and stare at him, you aren't sure how to describe the feeling you have right now. You're in shock honestly, but you feel so many emotions coursing through you in the aftermath of what had to be one of the only times you'd ever actually orgasmed...and seeing his face above you, looking at you with a combination of gentle concern and something else you couldn't quite place, you felt overwhelmed by it but you also loved it. You try to make a sentence but each time your words fail you, he seems to understand though and when he pulls his hand back away from you, you can hear him chuckle slightly before you feel him help you sit up. He pulls you against him and kisses you slowly but modestly, although you know that there is want behind it.
"Good girl..." You feel him put his head against yours.
"What about you?"
He shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, we'll work up to that."
You aren't entirely sure what he means but you are feeling tired...too tired to ask questions or argue so you lean into him quietly until he says that you two should go upstairs before Simon gets back, you let him help you up and help you upstairs, and when you hit the bed you feel him climb in behind you and put his arm around your middle, you feel your eyes shut and sleep roll over you not too long after.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: felt a little choppy but i'm getting back into it
Warnings: A/u
You wake up in a bit of a daze, it wasn't like you couldn't remember what happened the night before but more of a groggy half asleep fuzz that would eventually go away when you were awake long enough. You hear breathing next to you and shift so that you can look up slightly, Linton is still heavily asleep and try as you might you watch him for a few minutes because he looks just so peaceful like this. You can't help but remember all of the information that had been processed last night and to be honest you were still a little in shock from what he'd told you, you never would have guessed what he told you from just looking at him or even talking to him for the time you had. It was definitely a shock but you didn't know why he had expected you to be running for the hills when you found out, after all you were going to find out anyway if you two ever got that far. You don't hear much noise from the rest of the house and so you assume that you are the only one that is conscious, then again you really do think that the two of you were the only ones that hadn't been drinking, meaning that while Linton would probably continue to sleep for awhile he wasn't going to sleep all day and be miserable when he finally did wake up. You debate for a short time about getting up but you're not sure if it would be a good idea given that you don't know barely anyone there or even who owns the house.so you decide against it and stay where you are.
You think about last night and sigh heavily, you couldn't believe that he'd managed to get you to tell him about your sexual history without pushing it too much, then again he'd told you about something in his past that he considered to be painful...and you could tell from the look in his eyes while he was speaking that it still hurt to some degree. You'd never told anyone about him before, even your own parents were under the impression that you had never done anything yet and while they weren't entirely wrong they weren't right either, they would have lost it if they'd have found out. You shift slightly so that you have your head against his arm, far enough away that you can watch him again...you wonder how all of this will work out, what would happen in the event things didn't work out the way you both hoped...would he loose his job over this, would you loose scholarships or even get expelled...there were a lot of what if's and not a lot of answers yet. There was nothing in the official rules about what was going on between you two, you supposed it had never been an issue until now but you wondered because there were going to be some definite ethical issues if you and he started officially dating and you didn't know what kind of consequences would pop up because of it. Even though you'd only been intimate like this with him for a short amount of time, you felt like you were willing to take those chances...if you both saw the potential in each other then you were willing to go through what you had too...but you had to get to know him first. You already had a good glimpse into who he was though, when he was speaking of his ex it had been the most vulnerable you'd ever seen him and for someone that usually seemed very in control of his emotions and life-mostly at least-you felt that that was a big challenge for him. There are a lot of things about him that you aren't sure how to read though, you remember clearly your mother and your grandmother both going on and on about how you could never trust a man that gave you butterflies, your grandmother had even gone on to tell you that the men that could do that were charming but they were liars...instead, they always told you to watch out for the ones that made you feel protected because they were somehow better. You could have rolled your eyes at the advice because not much romantic advice from either of them had ever proven to be accurate...but the flutters you felt deep in your stomach when Linton called you little girl or babydoll...or hell even when he looked at you with darkened green eyes...it made you feel everything at the same time.
You start to over think the night before and while your logical side is telling you that there are plenty of reasons that he wants you both emotionally and physically, you're nerves start picking out minute things that don't rightfully matter in the grand scheme...but sure enough you zero in on them. It's only when he starts to wake up that you are able to clear your head of those nagging thoughts which get squashed pretty quickly when he gives you a half asleep smile and pulls you in so he can peck the top of your head. Since neither of you is hungover it doesn't take very long to gather up what little you'd brought and by mid morning you are both walking back towards the school, and you can't help but notice that he's keeping a small distance between you.
"I understand that you don't want people to get the idea...but you don't have to be all the way over there."
He doesn't reply at first but simply takes a step closer and gives you a sidelong glance. "It's called respecting your space, besides, I haven't courted you nearly enough to be on top of you in public yet."
"You're really serious about the traditional dating aren't you."
"Look..." He stops walking and you stop as well and look at him curiously. "I really like you...and I don't want to fuck this up by rushing into it. I don't want to hurt you or me, and if that means doing the whole dinner and movie dates thing to get to know you as best as I can, then that's what i'm going to do."
"I guess we have time now, don't we..."
"Lots of it."
You give him a barely there smile before you start walking again with him following you, yes, you did have lots of time right now.
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Over the course of the next month, Ophelia visits your house much more frequently...so frequently in fact that Simon and Sara think it's odd when she doesn't show up sometime in the morning. You think it's funny that both of them have taken a liking to her the more she's around because they had both been rather disapproving of it in the beginning, but now it was pretty common for You and Simon to be doing something or just sitting there while Sara and Ophelia were off doing their own thing. There were a few dates in that month and the more you went on them the more you were happy with the path you chose to go about all of this because it afforded you more time to ask her questions, even if they were sometimes inappropriate questions. You actually stumbled and fell face first into the fact that she had grown up in a catholic household though she wasn't practicing it, she had actually been surprised at your surprise. Most of the dates were pretty relaxed and it made you happy that she felt like that around you, you had to admit that you'd been worried about it even if there was no evidence to point to it being necessary . She'd told you all sorts of stories about how overbearing her parents were, even some rather embarrassing ones she'd had during her early teens and you couldn't not laugh at some of them, but not once did she give you a dirty look or get angry, she laughed with you. In turn, you told her about you're own mishaps during your teens, the typical bullshit from a stubborn and big headed kid that thought he had everything planned out. School only comes up a handful of times and for the first time since you've started talking to her and getting to know her like this, you didn't feel like her teacher, she didn't feel like a student to you in any sense of the word. The most frustrating thing though was that neither of you had made any moves to get close physically, you hadn't because you wanted her to make that choice but you suspected she maybe thought you were uncomfortable or was waiting for you to make that first move...either way it felt like it was time to take that next step but the tension was excruciating some nights.
You had told her on your last outing that you had an idea for the next time but you wanted her honest opinion, she'd agreed and so you'd brought up a very small gig at a bar just off campus. She'd looked at you a little strangely at first and you couldn't understand why until you realized that while you had told her-showed her even-that you played guitar you had never brought up the half-on half-off again band that you played with. You'd gone on to explain that all the staff that actually didn't want to kill each other every day-mainly Martin, Tobias, Simon, Aksel and yourself-had been friends for awhile and that this band had been around about just as long, they didn't play often but when they did they made a night of it. You weren't sure what it was about the idea, but she'd gotten this very large smile on her face before she agreed that it would be a very fun time. That was a few weeks ago, in the present it was the day of the said gig and everyone had been hanging around your house for the few hours before you all would start packing up various instruments and heading down to the bar to set up. Sara and Ophelia were already out and about doing god knew what but you weren't too worried if they were out together, if trouble came up you were not worried about Sara...and you definitely weren't worried about Ophelia after seeing some of the injuries she'd given people. It still didn't stop you from feeling just a tad anxious about them being out on their own though, you quickly shelf that feeling when Simon looks at you with a knowing expression and all you can do is lean back in the sofa and let out a heavy sigh.
"So...you haven't really been talkative the last few weeks...are you going to spill?"
"Spill what?"
"How are things...progressing?" He makes a twirling gesture with his hand that makes you shake your head.
"Leave the flourishing for Martin..." You both laugh a little before you answer him seriously. "It's going nicely I think..."
"You think?"
"I told you Simon...I'm not going to mess this up by letting my dick call the shots."
"I guess that answers my next question then."
"Really?"
"Strong will you have there...I couldn't do it." He leans back like you and puts his hands behind his head. "It's going on...what a month or maybe a month and a half since you two have started actually hanging out or dating?"
"About..."
"And you haven't tried anything."
"No..."
"why?"
"Just...doesn't feel right yet."
"So basically neither of you is willing to make a move on the other?"
"Basically."
"What are you...fourteen?"
"Fuck you."
"You wouldn't enjoy it." He chuckles. "But seriously...something has to happen soon because I can literally feel all that pent up frustration when you two are here. Even if it's not straight fucking, something needs to happen before one of you does something and you loose your head, do something you'll regret."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, I know you, you and I are a lot alike. I know that if you let it go on like this that she'll do something small, maybe brush up against you wrong or give you a kiss on the cheek or something...and boom. Express train to pound town before you really wanted it to get to that point." He pauses for a bit before continuing. "I mean, you two don't even cuddle aside from those times you were drunk or high...Sara and I cuddle more than you two do, and that's when she's at my feet. We were also doing the dirty after like...two months or so."
You really want to argue with him...but thinking back on all the time you two have spent together you hate to admit that you'd kept your distance from her. "I hate when you're goddamn right."
"Everyone does...its ok."
As it gets closer to time to go, the girls agree to meet at the bar and it only takes about twenty minutes for everyone to pack up and pile out of the house to start the trek into the town surrounding the school. It really is just a typical college town, there are lots of options for the students-and sometimes staff-to choose from when it came to how they chose to get wasted on a weekend, though because a good majority of the student body was home with their parents for the break, it was all decidedly adult which was nice. It's a rather small bar, its empty now but will be crammed full soon because while you guys weren't popular with a lot of people, there was a fan base in this town that just loved hearing you all play. It was probably why getting into this particular bar for a gig was never much of an issue, that and it was a win win for everyone...extra money for you and your friends and extra money for the bar itself. While you all get set up and are basically just shooting the shit with each other to pass some time you see Sara walk in with Ophelia behind her, now if you were being honest, you really didn't think that you could find her any more attractive than she was to you already...but when she walks in and you can see her in full view you stand corrected. You can quite literally feel your grasp of language skill completely disappear and you are also fairly sure that your face looks just hilarious at the moment. You're almost sure that Sara had a hand in dressing her tonight because you'd never seen her in anything like this before and you liked to think you'd seen her dressed down and dressed up, though you were really wondering now. It wasn't necessarily low cut but it definitely showed off what you considered to be one of the most perfect set of breasts you'd seen in a long time, and that combined with how it followed the lines of her body and down to the curves of her hips and how it stopped just about mid thigh was enough to leave you quite literally speechless. You honestly think that the only thing you're capable of doing now is making sounds and looking like an idiot, you take a few seconds and try to pull yourself together on the outside at least when they go and sit down off to the right of the small stage area. You distract yourself with talking with the guys and soon enough it is showtime and you are able to loose yourself entirely in the music that you play. Everyone seems to enjoy the set and while you don't do much talking yourself because that is Tobias's job, you try like hell to avoid looking at where the two girls are sitting...you aren't sure if you'd be able to concentrate if you look again. Though admittedly you do sneak a look about half way through to see both of them enjoying the show, she has large smile on her face and it makes you grin a bit before you get back to playing.
After two hours, it's obvious that half of the people there are drunk and the other half are ready to go home, even all of you who enjoyed performing were ready to call it quits for the night and after some parting words you all started packing up, and it was only then that you got a very good look at her when she came up to you. Given the height difference it wasn't hard to look down the front of her dress though you tried to avoid staring, but it was very hard. She's smiling still and you can tell that she wants to either hug you or some other type of contact but she holds it back...it sort of drives home the earlier conversation with Simon about how little physical affection there is, you must have frowned slightly because she asks what's wrong. You shake your head and lean down so that she can hear you before you ask her if she wants to stay or go, she seems to contemplate it for a few seconds before shrugging and saying that if you were ready to go she was too. You pick up your guitar and offer her a hand which she doesn't seem to hesitate in taking and you both let the others know what the intention is before you leave. You can see the look your getting from Simon...like he knows something is going to happen and you lift a middle finger to him before the door shuts. The walk home is fairly quiet though its not uncomfortable by any means, she still has a smile on her face and the fact that she's holding your hand the way she is makes you grin sightly and it isn't until you are walking up the steps and opening the door for her to go inside that she breaks the silence.
"That was...amazing! Seriously why are you guys teaching and not doing that?"
"We don't make that much playing music, we need to live you know."
She's looking at you for a short moment before she crosses her arms over her chest. "Well...you guys should consider it...seriously."
You watch her sit down on the sofa heavily and stretch her legs out in front of her making sure to cross her ankles so that she wasn't showing everything...which was a little sad. "I'll be sure to tell Tobbe that..." You move to sit down beside her, though instead of sitting where you normally would you are much closer than you've been before. You don't have any intention to try anything but you also can't really deny the fact that right now you want to touch her...it's been a solid three weeks-almost a month-that you've been taking her out on dates, she's been coming over to your place...you've talked about everything, you knew things about her that her own parents didn't know...and she knew things about you that no one other than Simon did. She moves just slightly and leans against your shoulder so that she can look up at you and you're suddenly faced with another decision of what to do...you already know what she wants you to do, you can see it in her eyes and the way she's completely at ease against you, so it comes down to if you are ready to do this or not...and you'd be a fucking liar if you said you weren't.
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You'd meant what you said about them playing music...it had been so wonderful to hear them that you were sad when it had to end, something about watching them all pour their souls into a two hour set was magical. Never mind the fact that the way you'd been eyed when you walked in had you already feeling a little giddy anyhow. You'd been on the fence about wearing this dress but after some gentle prodding from Sara you decided to go with it. It wasn't something you normally wore really but from the look on Linton's face when you walked in you had to say that it was doing its job just fine, and even now that you were at his home sitting on the couch in such close proximity to him it still seemed to be doing just fine. You'd been a little surprised when he'd held your hand to be honest, it wasn't much really but for him it was something very special to you, and now with your head against his shoulder and him sitting so close it was hard to not just make that move. It's like you can see him struggling with the decision in his head and seeing him hesitate makes you think that you're being far too forward so you move to sit up again but he stops you by wrapping his arm around you and keeping you where you are.
"You wore that on purpose didn't you."
You are looking at him straight in the eyes now and you feel that flutter in your stomach again. "Partly sir..."
You feel like he's closer to you and before you have a chance to anticipate what he might say back, he has lips against yours in a fairly modest kiss which he holds for a few seconds before he pulls back a bit. It surprises you but as soon as that surprise wears off you sit up a little and look at him, he also is sitting up but he doesn't look surprised...his eyes are dark and he's looking like he could just devour you right at this moment. He leans in and kisses you a bit more insistently this time and this time when he tries to pull back you follow him and keep your mouths pressed against each others. You open your mouth when you feel his tongue against your lips and after he invades your mouth you feel like its over, something inside both of you just seems to snap and he has you on your back before you can think straight.
He's holding himself up with one hand while his other starts to wander, it starts on your side and slowly drops down over your hip and between your thighs and you make no move to try and stop him, you want him to do this...you'd wanted him to do this for awhile now. You have your hands in his hair as he continues to kiss you deeply, his other hand rubbing against you through your panties and you have no doubt that he can feel exactly how much you want him. You aren't even really thinking straight at the moment but a deep blush covers your face when you feel him press his fingers against you and chuckle though it comes out a lot lower than you're used to. You feel him pull your bottom lip between his teeth as he pushes his thumb up against your clit and it makes you breath in sharply before you feel him push his fingers into you as far as they can go with your panties still on and you know for a fact he can feel how absolutely soaked they'd gotten by this point. He doesn't say anything but simply pulls back and watches you as he continues to play with you through your underwear, you can tell by the look on his face that he's amused by the way you writhe and the faint flush that is all over your face and chest. He leans forward between your legs and hooks both hands into your panties before pulling them down to your knees, before you can say anything you feel him slide a couple of fingers into you deeply and you can't help the small sound that escapes from you. You feel your eyes slide closed and you grab ahold of the back of the sofa tightly while your other hand is holding onto his arm with a death grip, you know that he's watching you while he slowly starts to slide his fingers into and out of you, bringing his thumb up to your clit and starting to rub in lazy circles. It almost feels like he's teasing you but you are far to distracted by how good this all feels to really care, you are biting you lip to try and keep yourself somewhat quiet because you know that if you don't the neighbors would be able to even hear you. You seriously believe that this is a dream and that you'll wake up to find your own hand, and it isn't until you hear his voice break through your thoughts that you are brought back to the reality of the situation that you are being finger fucked by a man that had started out as your teacher but now...he was someone entirely different to you.
"Look at me."
You open your eyes to try and focus on him but he angles his fingers just right and pushes them into you again deeply and you feel like an electric shock hits you, you can't help when your eyes close again and you let out a moan. You feel him shift slightly and suddenly you feel his hand grasping your jaw lightly as he repeats himself, so you force your eyes open against the shocks of pleasure you're feeling when he thrusts his fingers into a spot inside you that makes you start to arch your hips a little.
He's watching you intently, and while under different circumstances it would have seemed a little odd, it made each push of his hand a little more intense feeling, you feel him slide another finger into the mix and when he pushes them into you at a new deeper angle it makes your back arch up off the sofa suddenly, and when you feel your eyes start to close again he gently reminds you to keep them open. The new angle forces a loud moan out of you and you bring both hands up to your mouth to cover it, you can see an amused glint in his eyes as he picks up his speed a little and its almost too much for you to keep in. He still has a hold of your jaw and before you have a chance to get used to this new speed he gives you a very small smile and pulls away entirely before he pulls your panties off of you completely and hooks both of your legs over his arms, you feel his fingers slide back into you as deep as he can get them and starts to thrust his hand against you hard and fast, pushing his thumb into you in short quick circles until you aren't able to keep yourself quiet despite your hand. You can't help the loud and shaky moans that get forced out each time his fingers curl against you just right and you start to feel a building tension in your stomach, you abandon trying to keep quiet and bring both your hands up to his arms, your fingers tensing up with each shock of pleasure. He lets go of one of your legs and puts his hand against the couch so he can lean over you and right when he hits your spot at just the perfect angle you let out a half moaned warning that you are going to cum so he starts to roughly move his fingers against you in just the right way that has you unable to do much else except shake and hold onto him desperately. You try to concentrate on the feeling of your impending orgasm but you're drawn back into the here and now once again by him. He puts his mouth against your ear and bites it a little.
"Cum for me little girl...all over my hand."
You shudder and all it takes is him curling his fingers suddenly and you're pushed over that small edge, you feel that built up tension release so hard that your vision goes dark as you tense up and try to pull him as close as you physically can, letting out a high pitched squeal.
When you finally come back to reality you open your eyes and stare at him, you aren't sure how to describe the feeling you have right now. You're in shock honestly, but you feel so many emotions coursing through you in the aftermath of what had to be one of the only times you'd ever actually orgasmed...and seeing his face above you, looking at you with a combination of gentle concern and something else you couldn't quite place, you felt overwhelmed by it but you also loved it. You try to make a sentence but each time your words fail you, he seems to understand though and when he pulls his hand back away from you, you can hear him chuckle slightly before you feel him help you sit up. He pulls you against him and kisses you slowly but modestly, although you know that there is want behind it.
"Good girl..." You feel him put his head against yours.
"What about you?"
He shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, we'll work up to that."
You aren't entirely sure what he means but you are feeling tired...too tired to ask questions or argue so you lean into him quietly until he says that you two should go upstairs before Simon gets back, you let him help you up and help you upstairs, and when you hit the bed you feel him climb in behind you and put his arm around your middle, you feel your eyes shut and sleep roll over you not too long after.