3.5 - Detention, Miss Gilbert
Author: pleasebekidding
Rating: R
Characters: Alaric/Elena
Word Count: ~2300
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries does not belong to me. If it did, Alaric would be alive and married to Damon.
Warnings: Teacher/student. PWP. Deal with it. BAM
Summary: Elena is the only one in detention. Smut ensues.
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But guh, it's happening.
(Okay, on with the reading.)
NOW OBVIOUSLY I NEED TO SQUEE OVER EVERYTHING BECAUSE I HAVE NO SHAME. (Warning : there will be no coherence in this bar.)
She giggles, in the glorious way she sometimes does.
My glorious, morally-dubious princess indeed. Ughh, her act is so ~innocently wicked I don't even know how to handle it.
“You’ve been turning me into Buffy, remember?”
AHHHHH YOU DID THIS OMG YOU DID THIS!!!! THE PARALLELS!!! FEELINGS FEELINGS FEELINGS.
So as he replaces the paperclips he is very, very careful not to think about the way Elena’s tiny shorts cling so beautifully to the satisfying curve of her magnificent ass.
Hahahaha. Oh, Ric. Detailed denial is always best.
Okay, whatever, they’ll train, and then sign out at the office in an hour and then Alaric will go directly to the boarding house to burn off some of this fucking sexual tension.
D E A D (God. I will never get over Dalarena and their transferance issues.)
He figures he could pretend he was being a vampire, but elects not to at the last moment.
Hahaha baaaaabe <3 You are killing me here. Like, what is this inner dialog even? Loving every tortured second of it.
The worst thing might be her waist.
YES YES YES YES.
It’s Damon’s fault. Just when Alaric is swimming in hormone soup he whispers something filthy about what Elena could be doing if she was there with them and it’s infecting his brain.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I CANNOT. GOD. YOU ARE THE DEVIL. WHY DO YOU TEASE ME SO? GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO MEEEE.
But Elena is quicker. She puts her hand over Alaric’s, and squeezes gently.
ASKHLGLLH ONLY YOU KNOW HOW TO WRITE ELENA WITH ALARIC <33333333333333333333
Elena turns in Alaric’s arms. “Are you going to keep pretending? Or can we skip the part where I tell you I’m an adult, and this is my choice, and you list all the reasons this is wrong? That part,” Elena says, with her lips right up against Alaric’s throat, “would be the boring part. I vote to skip it.”
MY FLAWLESS PRINCESS. (Ric couldn't refuse her if he tried, that fool.)
She’s so hot and so wet and her clitoris is a swollen nub of rainbows and unicorns and every other happy thing, and when Alaric presses against it Elena punches a hot little sound out of her throat, rolling against his hand, and reaches for Alaric’s left arm to steady herself with.
I. cannot. (Dying over here - seriously, what is this imagery? DYING)
No pillow so the floor is out and there are remarkably few sofas in the classrooms at Mystic Falls High School.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Small and feminine and altogether too practiced.
Be more perfect, I dare you.
oh, god, yes, one good firm roll of his hips and Alaric is buried in the hot, wet, center of the universe.
STOP PLEASE. NEED TO BREATHE OKAY.
(Next time?)
Yes please.
Elena presses her lips up close to Alaric’s ear. “Does Damon bite you?” she asks.
OH GOD. I WANT YOUR DALARENA SO BAD YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
THE CONDOM THING. FUCK. YOU.
And the post-climax depression? I can't.
There’s a huge black crow on the windowsill.
ASSDLJKFSLQALDKHK THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THESE THINGS I AM FEELING OKAY?!!! EVERYTHING IN MY HEAD IS SCREAMING AND JUMPING. FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU FREAKING GAVE ME PEEPIN'CROW FIC. I CANNOT DEAL WITH MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE. JUST. I CAN'T. FUCKING. DEAL.
MORAL OF THE STORY : YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TROLL, ELENA IS A FUCKING DEITY AND ALARIC IS RIGHT TO DEIFY HER. ALSO, I WILL LEGIT DIE OF FRUSTRATION IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME DALARENA FILTH. LIKE, SERIOULSYDUDE, I WILL DIE.
I ♥ U FOR THIS.
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