What Liam Connolly Wants
Title: What Liam Connolly Wants
Pairing: Liam Connolly/Kelly Laughlin [OC/OC]
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Student/Teacher, Adultery, First Time.
Summary: He wanted her with every pounding part of his body. / And when Liam Connolly wanted something… / …Liam Connolly got it.
A/N: Contains some Irish-Gaelic [in case you're wondering what the random foreign language is.]
What Liam Connolly Wants
Liam Connolly sat in the back row of the classroom with a glowering expression on his lightly freckled features. He thoroughly despised returning to school. He so loathed having the last warm days of the dying summer taken away from him. He hated leaving behind the freedom of open green fields and being forced inside stuffy classrooms with no view but stone wall on all four sides. He hated abandoning his well-worn riding attire and trading it in for suffocating school robes.
So there he sat, in his first class of his sixth year, awaiting the first torturous, wasteful hour of the year to come. He glanced down at the parchment he’d received with his agenda on it, reading the name of the new professor who would be teaching the class: Professor Kelly Laughlin.
Fantastic.
The grumpy old male professors were bad enough, but the Gaillimh School for Young Witches and Wizards of Distinction only ever employed one breed of woman: dowdy old maids who always smelt of newt-liver. Liam groaned at the idea of having another aged, bitter witch to scold him for his ‘careless attitude’ [he liked to believe he just had his priorities sorted out, and school just didn’t top the list.]
Considering his ‘priorities’, Liam scanned the classroom, in hopes of finding a pretty face to start off the year’s festivities. The first glimmer to catch his eye was that of golden hair belonging to his first kiss, Delaney Gallagher. He murmured in her direction for her attention and she turned to face him with an irritated look. “Yes?” she mouthed.
Liam grinned at her winningly and arched his eyebrow. The girl just rolled her eyes and turned to her friend, Alyssa Conway, and muttered something that Liam couldn’t hear. Alyssa threw her head back in a laugh and Delaney joined in, giggling. Liam grumbled at their reaction, but before anything else could be said or done, Professor Kelly Laughlin finally made her entrance.
“Dia duit, class,” she greeted in a breathless voice that matched her dash up to her desk. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Liam’s jaw dropped at the sight of his new professor - she was certainly not any of the things he had predicted her to be. Quite the opposite. Her hair was a stunning cascade of honey-blonde that fell to her waist, which was flattered by the fitted wine-coloured bodice that formed the upper-body of her robes. When she turned around at the front of the classroom, Liam watched as the satin hem of her robes swept the floor with a flourish. She smiled at the class; it was a subtle smile that seemed to hint at a secret, and it whispered to them from blush-coloured lips. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, and her skin looked as smooth and soft as her silky robes.
“I’m Professor Laughlin,” she told them, and a fever swept over Liam’s body at the sound of her voice. “And I’ll be your Druid Culture teacher this year.”
She asked them to take out parchment and quills and began “part one” of a long lecture on the origins of druids. Liam spent the entire lesson enraptured by her voice, enjoying the presence of her tongue in the enunciation of her l’s, and the seductive hiss of her s’s. He watched the carefree motions of her hands when she landed on a subject she was passionate on, and bit his lip in pleasure whenever she stood in a way that put her body best on display. He smirked and sat back in his chair, taking in the glorious view. She was torture. Pure, heavenly torture. He wanted her with every pounding part of his body.
And when Liam Connolly wanted something…
…Liam Connolly got it.
In the coming weeks, Liam began to look forward to Druid Culture as much as Magical Creatures [the only subject on his agenda that he ever found worthwhile]. Sometimes he showed up early, so as to assure that he’d get a desk in the front row - a desk with a good view. But he much preferred arriving late; it assured that he’d be the centre of Professor Laughlin’s attention as he sauntered into class after his classmates were already seated and settled.
Of course, there was also the benefit that one day, she would surely have to have a word with him on his lack of punctuality. So, of course, on the day that Professor Laughlin politely asked Liam to stay behind, the young man was thoroughly pleased with having successfully wrangled alone time with his fair nymph.
“Mr Connolly,” she began cordially as the last student left and the door closed behind her. “We have a bit of a problem.”
“I know, Professor Laughlin,” he said in feign earnestness, “and I’m sorry. I really do try my best to get to class on time, but it seems I’m always forgetting one thing or anothe-”
“That’s not what this is about, Mr Connolly,” Professor Laughlin cut in, smirking. “I could care less about you arriving a few minutes late, so long as you’re here when the lesson starts. No, this is about the fact that you’re never going to pass this class if you don’t stop staring at my arse and start taking notes.”
Liam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was too taken aback to respond with something witty and debonair. “Well - I - ” he stammered, feeling for his response, “I’m sorry, Professor, but it’s very difficult not to appreciate the fine art that is your body.”
Professor Laughlin gave a soft chuckle and raised her eyebrow at him. “I bet you’re quite the charmer with the young ladies, aren’t you Mr Connolly?”
“I daresay, I have garnered that sort of reputation, yes,” Liam said, confidence growing stronger in his voice, as he cast her suggestive glance.
“Well, I’m afraid, dear lad, you’re just a boy, to me,” Professor Laughlin said, crossing her arms. “And you have quite a bit to learn about women.”
“In that case,” Liam said quietly, “why don’t you help me become a man.”
At this, Liam found a small triumph in the slight blush that sprung up in the fair woman’s cheeks. “My, Mr Connolly, you’re certainly bold in your pursuit. I will give you that much.”
“Go rhaibh maith agat, my beauty,” Liam said, growing more self-assured still, “but I’m not asking for compliments, here.”
“So, in your little fantasies, what happens here?” Professor Laughlin asked. “Do I just proclaim a passionate desire for you and make you into a man right here on my desk?”
“That’s pretty much it, yeah,” Liam said, his strong arms crossed against his chest as he watched his teacher with amusement.
“Well, then, you can forget it, Mr Connolly,” she said simply, “And I should give you a detention for you insolence, but I daresay you’d find that more of a reward than a punishment.”
“Beauty and brains,” Liam sighed, “Oh, divine woman of my dreams.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she informed him, her voice growing cold but her face growing flustered as he unabashedly moved closer to her. “I’m a married woman, you know.”
“That’s not surprising,” Liam said, not letting this new bit of information foil his plan. “After all, I’m sure every man in Ireland would sell their homes and horses for a chance to call you his wife.”
“Well, however unsurprised you should be by this, young man, it still stands. I’ve got a husband, and I don’t plan on betraying him.”
“But otherwise, you would sleep with me?”
Professor Laughlin opened her mouth, as if to immediately protest, but stopped just as the words were about to spill from her perfect lips, seeming to change her mind. “Well,” she said, “I suppose it would be wrong to lie to you.”
“Abair is ea nó ní hea,” Liam whispered, moving closer, the breath of his words dancing across her bare shoulder.
“Liam…”
“Oh, it’s Liam, now?” he said, moving his hand to her waist. “So, does that mean I can call you Kelly?”
“You’re a right little devil, do you know that?”
“Yes, I’ve been told,” he said with a grin. “What I want to know, though, is what you’re thinking right now. Are you imagining your perfect lips on my skin? Are you imagining me on my back on this desk, with you on top of me, introducing me to the long-awaited joys of manhood?”
“Damn you, Liam Connolly.”
“Is that a yes?”
He spun her into his arms and kissed her passionately on her pink lips, parting her mouth with an eager tongue and pressing her against his strong, wanting body. Her body was tense for only a moment before she reciprocated his advances. She leaned her head back and, grabbing a fistful of his deep, red curls, guided his lips to her neck. He gladly did as instructed and grazed her soft skin with his teeth, moving his hands to her arse as he did so and smirking as he heard her give a soft gasp of pleasure.
He hoisted himself onto her desk and pulled her in between his thighs, hands still gripping her from behind as he dragged the shoulders of her robes downwards with his teeth. He was instinctually grinding against her hips, groaning as she worked the buttons of his shirt open.
Heavy breathing, kissing, grabbing, rubbing - this was as far as Liam had gone with any girl. As Professor Laughlin - no, Kelly - as Kelly’s hands roamed his chest, as her fingernails scratched his back, as her lips travelled his neck and shoulders hungrily, he began to grind harder against her hips. His blood was pumping downward - yes, he knew this feeling. But he’d never experienced it in this way, with a willing woman pressed hard against him.
He stopped, and had an uncharacteristic moment of doubt, looking into Kelly’s dark blue eyes for permission of some sort. She smirked and pushed him onto his back, and gave a sudden, impatient yank on his trousers. Her robes were falling off her, now, and Liam groaned at the sight of her breasts, even more perfect than he could have imagined. She leaned down against him, and warm breath whispered in his ear, “I’m yours; touch me wherever you’re so inspired to.” The words sent a wave of new desire through him, and he felt himself hard and throbbing for her. He licked his lips and let his hand travel to that ever-curious destination…
Her thighs were hot as he passed along them with trembling fingers, and as he slipped his hand into her underwear, he found her soft and wet. She gave a pleasurable, encouraging whimper and then rocked her hips against his hand with a steady rhythm. With his other hand, Liam pulled her knickers downwards as he rubbed his fingers harder inside her. “Like this?” he asked huskily.
“A Dhia dhílis!” she moaned, “Yes, yes.”
Her rhythm grew hungry for more, and he withdrew his fingers, wanting to feel another part of him inside of her instead. She smirked knowingly and, hands firm on his stomach, she slid herself onto him. Liam let out a gasp of pleasant surprise of the feeling of himself inside her, and then he let out a soft moan as she began to ride him. He gripped her hips and gave upward thrusts into her body, measuring her face for signs of pleasure. Her face was flushed and strands of her golden hair were clinging to the edges of her face. The sight of her was magnificent, but it was nothing to the feel of her head, and the pounding of his veins as she pushed him further from his senses and closer to his climax.
Loud, desperate moans began to escape her and she rode him harder. He could see her, pushing, reaching for her orgasm, and he could almost sense it coming closer. Then, she let out a soft cry, and he felt her clench around him. It hit her in waves, and her body gave a deep shudder. Liam moaned as he felt the waves of pleasure crashing through her body, pulling against him. Kelly then slowed down and leant back, open to him, clinging to the desk as if she could hardly take any more. Liam sat up and clung to her sweaty skin as he thrust himself into her, pulling out slowly and groaning as he felt her tighten around him, pulling him closer to his climax. Finally, he hit his release, and his fingers dug into her skin as his eyes closed and he let out a final groan of ecstasy.
He collapsed back and Kelly gave a small, breathless laugh as he lay there trying to catch his breath. She leaned over him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He grinned at her. “What was that, now, about me having a lot to learn about women?”
“Cheeky bastard.”
Pairing: Liam Connolly/Kelly Laughlin [OC/OC]
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Student/Teacher, Adultery, First Time.
Summary: He wanted her with every pounding part of his body. / And when Liam Connolly wanted something… / …Liam Connolly got it.
A/N: Contains some Irish-Gaelic [in case you're wondering what the random foreign language is.]
What Liam Connolly Wants
Liam Connolly sat in the back row of the classroom with a glowering expression on his lightly freckled features. He thoroughly despised returning to school. He so loathed having the last warm days of the dying summer taken away from him. He hated leaving behind the freedom of open green fields and being forced inside stuffy classrooms with no view but stone wall on all four sides. He hated abandoning his well-worn riding attire and trading it in for suffocating school robes.
So there he sat, in his first class of his sixth year, awaiting the first torturous, wasteful hour of the year to come. He glanced down at the parchment he’d received with his agenda on it, reading the name of the new professor who would be teaching the class: Professor Kelly Laughlin.
Fantastic.
The grumpy old male professors were bad enough, but the Gaillimh School for Young Witches and Wizards of Distinction only ever employed one breed of woman: dowdy old maids who always smelt of newt-liver. Liam groaned at the idea of having another aged, bitter witch to scold him for his ‘careless attitude’ [he liked to believe he just had his priorities sorted out, and school just didn’t top the list.]
Considering his ‘priorities’, Liam scanned the classroom, in hopes of finding a pretty face to start off the year’s festivities. The first glimmer to catch his eye was that of golden hair belonging to his first kiss, Delaney Gallagher. He murmured in her direction for her attention and she turned to face him with an irritated look. “Yes?” she mouthed.
Liam grinned at her winningly and arched his eyebrow. The girl just rolled her eyes and turned to her friend, Alyssa Conway, and muttered something that Liam couldn’t hear. Alyssa threw her head back in a laugh and Delaney joined in, giggling. Liam grumbled at their reaction, but before anything else could be said or done, Professor Kelly Laughlin finally made her entrance.
“Dia duit, class,” she greeted in a breathless voice that matched her dash up to her desk. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Liam’s jaw dropped at the sight of his new professor - she was certainly not any of the things he had predicted her to be. Quite the opposite. Her hair was a stunning cascade of honey-blonde that fell to her waist, which was flattered by the fitted wine-coloured bodice that formed the upper-body of her robes. When she turned around at the front of the classroom, Liam watched as the satin hem of her robes swept the floor with a flourish. She smiled at the class; it was a subtle smile that seemed to hint at a secret, and it whispered to them from blush-coloured lips. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, and her skin looked as smooth and soft as her silky robes.
“I’m Professor Laughlin,” she told them, and a fever swept over Liam’s body at the sound of her voice. “And I’ll be your Druid Culture teacher this year.”
She asked them to take out parchment and quills and began “part one” of a long lecture on the origins of druids. Liam spent the entire lesson enraptured by her voice, enjoying the presence of her tongue in the enunciation of her l’s, and the seductive hiss of her s’s. He watched the carefree motions of her hands when she landed on a subject she was passionate on, and bit his lip in pleasure whenever she stood in a way that put her body best on display. He smirked and sat back in his chair, taking in the glorious view. She was torture. Pure, heavenly torture. He wanted her with every pounding part of his body.
And when Liam Connolly wanted something…
…Liam Connolly got it.
In the coming weeks, Liam began to look forward to Druid Culture as much as Magical Creatures [the only subject on his agenda that he ever found worthwhile]. Sometimes he showed up early, so as to assure that he’d get a desk in the front row - a desk with a good view. But he much preferred arriving late; it assured that he’d be the centre of Professor Laughlin’s attention as he sauntered into class after his classmates were already seated and settled.
Of course, there was also the benefit that one day, she would surely have to have a word with him on his lack of punctuality. So, of course, on the day that Professor Laughlin politely asked Liam to stay behind, the young man was thoroughly pleased with having successfully wrangled alone time with his fair nymph.
“Mr Connolly,” she began cordially as the last student left and the door closed behind her. “We have a bit of a problem.”
“I know, Professor Laughlin,” he said in feign earnestness, “and I’m sorry. I really do try my best to get to class on time, but it seems I’m always forgetting one thing or anothe-”
“That’s not what this is about, Mr Connolly,” Professor Laughlin cut in, smirking. “I could care less about you arriving a few minutes late, so long as you’re here when the lesson starts. No, this is about the fact that you’re never going to pass this class if you don’t stop staring at my arse and start taking notes.”
Liam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was too taken aback to respond with something witty and debonair. “Well - I - ” he stammered, feeling for his response, “I’m sorry, Professor, but it’s very difficult not to appreciate the fine art that is your body.”
Professor Laughlin gave a soft chuckle and raised her eyebrow at him. “I bet you’re quite the charmer with the young ladies, aren’t you Mr Connolly?”
“I daresay, I have garnered that sort of reputation, yes,” Liam said, confidence growing stronger in his voice, as he cast her suggestive glance.
“Well, I’m afraid, dear lad, you’re just a boy, to me,” Professor Laughlin said, crossing her arms. “And you have quite a bit to learn about women.”
“In that case,” Liam said quietly, “why don’t you help me become a man.”
At this, Liam found a small triumph in the slight blush that sprung up in the fair woman’s cheeks. “My, Mr Connolly, you’re certainly bold in your pursuit. I will give you that much.”
“Go rhaibh maith agat, my beauty,” Liam said, growing more self-assured still, “but I’m not asking for compliments, here.”
“So, in your little fantasies, what happens here?” Professor Laughlin asked. “Do I just proclaim a passionate desire for you and make you into a man right here on my desk?”
“That’s pretty much it, yeah,” Liam said, his strong arms crossed against his chest as he watched his teacher with amusement.
“Well, then, you can forget it, Mr Connolly,” she said simply, “And I should give you a detention for you insolence, but I daresay you’d find that more of a reward than a punishment.”
“Beauty and brains,” Liam sighed, “Oh, divine woman of my dreams.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she informed him, her voice growing cold but her face growing flustered as he unabashedly moved closer to her. “I’m a married woman, you know.”
“That’s not surprising,” Liam said, not letting this new bit of information foil his plan. “After all, I’m sure every man in Ireland would sell their homes and horses for a chance to call you his wife.”
“Well, however unsurprised you should be by this, young man, it still stands. I’ve got a husband, and I don’t plan on betraying him.”
“But otherwise, you would sleep with me?”
Professor Laughlin opened her mouth, as if to immediately protest, but stopped just as the words were about to spill from her perfect lips, seeming to change her mind. “Well,” she said, “I suppose it would be wrong to lie to you.”
“Abair is ea nó ní hea,” Liam whispered, moving closer, the breath of his words dancing across her bare shoulder.
“Liam…”
“Oh, it’s Liam, now?” he said, moving his hand to her waist. “So, does that mean I can call you Kelly?”
“You’re a right little devil, do you know that?”
“Yes, I’ve been told,” he said with a grin. “What I want to know, though, is what you’re thinking right now. Are you imagining your perfect lips on my skin? Are you imagining me on my back on this desk, with you on top of me, introducing me to the long-awaited joys of manhood?”
“Damn you, Liam Connolly.”
“Is that a yes?”
He spun her into his arms and kissed her passionately on her pink lips, parting her mouth with an eager tongue and pressing her against his strong, wanting body. Her body was tense for only a moment before she reciprocated his advances. She leaned her head back and, grabbing a fistful of his deep, red curls, guided his lips to her neck. He gladly did as instructed and grazed her soft skin with his teeth, moving his hands to her arse as he did so and smirking as he heard her give a soft gasp of pleasure.
He hoisted himself onto her desk and pulled her in between his thighs, hands still gripping her from behind as he dragged the shoulders of her robes downwards with his teeth. He was instinctually grinding against her hips, groaning as she worked the buttons of his shirt open.
Heavy breathing, kissing, grabbing, rubbing - this was as far as Liam had gone with any girl. As Professor Laughlin - no, Kelly - as Kelly’s hands roamed his chest, as her fingernails scratched his back, as her lips travelled his neck and shoulders hungrily, he began to grind harder against her hips. His blood was pumping downward - yes, he knew this feeling. But he’d never experienced it in this way, with a willing woman pressed hard against him.
He stopped, and had an uncharacteristic moment of doubt, looking into Kelly’s dark blue eyes for permission of some sort. She smirked and pushed him onto his back, and gave a sudden, impatient yank on his trousers. Her robes were falling off her, now, and Liam groaned at the sight of her breasts, even more perfect than he could have imagined. She leaned down against him, and warm breath whispered in his ear, “I’m yours; touch me wherever you’re so inspired to.” The words sent a wave of new desire through him, and he felt himself hard and throbbing for her. He licked his lips and let his hand travel to that ever-curious destination…
Her thighs were hot as he passed along them with trembling fingers, and as he slipped his hand into her underwear, he found her soft and wet. She gave a pleasurable, encouraging whimper and then rocked her hips against his hand with a steady rhythm. With his other hand, Liam pulled her knickers downwards as he rubbed his fingers harder inside her. “Like this?” he asked huskily.
“A Dhia dhílis!” she moaned, “Yes, yes.”
Her rhythm grew hungry for more, and he withdrew his fingers, wanting to feel another part of him inside of her instead. She smirked knowingly and, hands firm on his stomach, she slid herself onto him. Liam let out a gasp of pleasant surprise of the feeling of himself inside her, and then he let out a soft moan as she began to ride him. He gripped her hips and gave upward thrusts into her body, measuring her face for signs of pleasure. Her face was flushed and strands of her golden hair were clinging to the edges of her face. The sight of her was magnificent, but it was nothing to the feel of her head, and the pounding of his veins as she pushed him further from his senses and closer to his climax.
Loud, desperate moans began to escape her and she rode him harder. He could see her, pushing, reaching for her orgasm, and he could almost sense it coming closer. Then, she let out a soft cry, and he felt her clench around him. It hit her in waves, and her body gave a deep shudder. Liam moaned as he felt the waves of pleasure crashing through her body, pulling against him. Kelly then slowed down and leant back, open to him, clinging to the desk as if she could hardly take any more. Liam sat up and clung to her sweaty skin as he thrust himself into her, pulling out slowly and groaning as he felt her tighten around him, pulling him closer to his climax. Finally, he hit his release, and his fingers dug into her skin as his eyes closed and he let out a final groan of ecstasy.
He collapsed back and Kelly gave a small, breathless laugh as he lay there trying to catch his breath. She leaned over him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He grinned at her. “What was that, now, about me having a lot to learn about women?”
“Cheeky bastard.”