I wrote this for someone in the CB, don't judge me.
The clock ticked as I sat in my desk, waiting for Mr. Edmund to break the silence. I had been sentenced to detention due to a plagiarized assignment, but little did he know, it was all a part of my plan. You see, I have a strange infatuation with this man, the way he dresses, the way he speaks, and the way I lose myself at the thought of touching his scar. "X" marks the spot after all, but I was after more than just a brief brush of my hand to scar tissue. I wanted to see how this man responded to a woman's passion, and today, I was determined to find out.
"Miss Kaku, come here, I would like to have a word with you. My heart skipped a beat as I was dragged out of my daydream and back into reality by his sultry voice. I rose from my seat, my heart pounding as I approached his desk. "I've taken a look at your recent test scores," he said to me, as I fiddled with a loose hair poking out of my pigtail, "They've gotten significantly lower as the year progresses."
"I'm sorry sir, I guess I've just been distracted lately," I replied, my voice trembling. I was close enough to smell him; he smelled of tea and a biscuits, mixed in with a musky scent of his cologne.
"You have no time for distractions, Miss Kaku, the end of this semester is fast approaching.
He rose out of his chair, pulling his pipe out of his jacket pocket as he rose. Oh how I loved how he looked when he smoked. He walked over to the window and looked out of it before gesturing me to join him.
"You are one of my most brilliant students," he told me, moving his face close to mine, "Don't let me down."
I didn't have time to respond as I leaned in to touch his lips with mine. I could feel him retorting as he was suddenly shocked by my action, but to my surprise, he didn't push me away, nor did he stop me from wrapping my arms around him. He pulled me into an embrace as well, holding my dainty body against his firm, built physique. I felt his body heat radiate through his textiles as I ran my fingers through his rugged hair and beard. He tasted exactly how I pictured, just like his morning tea.
The embrace ended as quickly as it began, as he pulled away from me, tongue-tied in more ways than one. "Goodbye, Mr. Edmund," I said, cheeriness in my voice, "I'll stop buy your shop later today."
I gathered my things from my desk and made my way towards the exit; he was staring at the window again, motionless. "Tell Louis I said hi?" I asked, as I made my way out.
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