Timeless Affection - Oneshot - ORIGINAL WORK
Title: Timeless Affection
Chapter: Oneshot
Genre: Uhh... idk, fluff?
Fandom: Original Work
Pairing: Ex-StudentxPE Teacher (no names used)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, StudentxTeacher
Disclaimer: What? This is original so fook disclaimers.
Word Count For This Chapter: 1,010
Summary: Ten years ago I sat in this very same hall, listening to this very same song, and I watched you dance. I remember watching as you held her close and how my stomach twisted. I remember how our eyes had met and how they’d clearly said “I wish it was you I was holding”.
Notes: This is an original work of mine. Just a little quick thing but I quite like it. Anyone I know will be like "omg she's obsessed" but whatever. LOL Just because my PE teacher is hot... Comments would be much loved. (: OH and if you can, listen to Alphabeat - What Is Happening? while you read it. I was listening to it while I wrote it, and that's the song they're dancing too. ;]
Ten years ago I sat in this very same hall, listening to this very same song, and I watched you dance. I remember watching as you held her close and how my stomach twisted. I remember how our eyes had met and how they’d clearly said “I wish it was you I was holding”. Or was that just what I wanted your eyes to say? I always seemed to manipulate things to mean what I wanted them too. I’m sure you remember that clearly.
And now, ten years on, we’re still not together. You’re still dancing with her and you’re still catching my eye with the way your body moves. I can’t deny that the years have only made it even finer. Maybe it’s your profession that helps. I was always attracted to your dedication to your job. But when you said you’d even quit for me... I knew that it was time to leave. I told you to go. I told you to never come back. And with a sad look on your face you did just as you asked. I never found you hanging about on the street corner for me anymore and I never found myself sneaking out of the house to meet you.
But it’s ten years since those days. We made mistakes. We were never meant to be. Maybe if we were we wouldn’t have been born so many years apart. You’re more suited for her anyway. You like the same kind of stuff as her. There’d be none of those shitty arguments we had if you just stuck with her.
But ten years can change a person. And as our eyes connect for the first time in ten years I can feel that inside you haven’t aged a single second. By the look on your face you don’t think I’ve changed either. You have this sad little smile. It makes me twist with guilt when I see it because I know it’s all my fault. You said you’d never felt like that before you met me. You’d never felt a lot of things before you met me if anything you said is to be believed.
The song’s only halfway through, if even that, but you’re pulling away from her. You mumble an apology to her and watch as she takes a seat on the other side of the hall. I can hear people talking an either sides of me, sometimes even talking to me, but I don’t hear a word they’re saying. You know why? It’s because you’re walking towards me.
My pulse is rising. It feels like my veins are going to burst open. The words of the song are suddenly loud and clear in my head. We still regret when we said what we said... Fuck, you do scary things to me, man, because now you’re only metres away. There’s this adorable smile on your face. Everyone around me has noticed you approaching. Some of the girls look quite excited. Maybe they think you’re going to ask them to dance or something. I think they can see that time has served your body well too.
You extend a hand. I remember those hands. Stong. Masculine. Well, that’s a given. You’re a Physical Education teacher. I remember that time we danced together. It was New Year’s Eve. We were listening to music and dancing in your garden under the starry, starry sky. I could remember the way your lips felt against mine. Heck, I still dream about that night. From the look in your eyes, you do as well.
“Would you like to dance?” you ask and I can feel myself melt beneath your gaze. I forgot how much I loved your voice. I hadn’t heard it in ten years.
There is a sudden hush around us as I stand up, taking your hand. You pull me across the dance floor and before I know it your arms are around my waist and mine are playing with the hair on the back of your neck.
I remember that soft smile well. “Ten years,” you say, your voice husky. “Ten bloody long years, if you ask me.”
I smile at you and I feel you drawing me even closer. “I missed you,” you whisper. “But we can be open now, right? I’m not your teacher anymore. You could even...” You trail off and I can’t help noticing that all eyes are on us right now.
“We should’ve just stuck at it,” you continue, an air of regret flooding your voice. “But... we can make up for lost time, right?”
The look on your face is too much. I’m melting again under your gaze. I remember why I fell in love with you in the first place. I remember why we both risked so much. I remember why we had our first sexual encounter with each other in a lustful flurry in your office. I remember the other PE teacher walking in just as I reached my climax. Oh, that was embarrassing to say the least. He never said anything thankfully. He fully supported our relationship for some reason.
You swoop down on me, taking my lips in one of those kisses that I remember so well. I smile into it as that familiar taste fills my body. You request entrance with your tongue and I, of course, let you in. Still moving to the music, our bodies now grinding softly as we dance, we lose ourselves. I missed this so much too. I don’t know how I managed to go ten years without it.
When we finally break apart for air there is this applause erupting sporadically across the hall. Some people, still stunned by our sudden show of affection, are standing there, mouths opened and eyes bulging from their heads in disbelief. I heard a few wolf whistles, no doubt from my friends who had some idea of our hidden relationship while we had been at school. And there you were, grinning down at me.
School reunions... who knew they were so rewarding