Still freakin untitled...im so bad at this
Fandom: ex-ghost/ghost/tid/mcc/priest
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer:Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: A/u and some weedage.
You had no idea what had gotten into you the last 24 hours, any semblance of a filter you had was gone and it wasn't because you were under an influence other than a driving need to want to get to know someone. When you'd walked her back to the dorms it had been nothing but comfortable and pleasant conversation about a mutual interest in music...you were sad to see it end but you also realized that it was late and even though you knew she probably wasn't doing anything the next day it wasn't very polite to keep her out. Not to mention the way she kept saying that fucking word...you could get so used to hearing her say that but of course the way you wanted her to say it was crossing a line that you weren't entirely sure either of you was ready to cross just yet. You almost felt like she was playing with you when she brought up your guitar playing as being bullshit and while you didn't know if she was being coy on purpose or if that was just how she was you had played into it just as well, laying it on with as much innuendo as you felt comfortable using at that moment. You'd gone home with the intention of getting high and grading the papers you hadn't had the focus to do earlier but you ended up taking a very very fucking cold shower instead. Then today she'd been wandering down the small path that cut down the middle of the campus and had about had a nasty run in with a cyclist if you hadn't seen her and pull her out of the way. She was in a bit of a daze for a few seconds and admittedly you took advantage of the situation and had moved your hands so that they were just above her ass and sadly even that was something to you. You didn't know what you'd been thinking when you'd basically invited her over to your place...you were pretty confidant she wasn't going to show up though...you were sure that she was in her room right now over thinking it and talking herself out of showing up and while you feel disappointed you won't be surprised. You didn't even know what you were hoping was going to happen if she did show up though, it had been spontaneous and not very well thought out on your part and you just knew that if she did show up you were going to hear so much shit from Simon for it.
You're both sitting on the floor slightly high from earlier with papers scattered around yourselves...this was not as unusual as people may have thought though, this happened a lot more than either of you were readily willing to admit. you and Simon both graded more accurately and a lot faster when you were blazed than when you were sober and so an accidental pot fueled grading session that happened one time because the norm for some of those more busy weekends. You hear the other stop writing and you look up at him, he looks like he's trying to remember something but it's just beyond his brain's ability to remember.
"Who all is actually showing up tonight?"
You stop writing for a second so you can think. "Like...all of us, and Tobbe's coming...finally. Aksel...Sara..."
You hear Simon give you a short snort. "I know she's coming."
"Oh...no doubt she will." It takes him a few seconds before he starts laughing and the image is too much for you to keep yourself composed, you start laughing too and for what feels like a good solid hour you both are laughing so hard there are tears starting to form. By the time both of you are able to string together a coherent sentence Sara is walking through the door and immediately looks at both of you, shaking her head and heading into the kitchen. It doesn't take long for the few members of your little group to show up, Martin and Simon are about three or four beers into their night and already arguing like siblings over something you have no clue about, so you just watch amused until they agree to disagree and start talking about something else, Tobias is just sitting on a chair in the corner enjoying doing nothing which you completely understood...he was always working or doing something so to see him just relaxing every now and then made him so much nicer to be around, Aksel was talking with Sara over something or other, and Sara was honestly the only one not really drinking but you supposed she wanted to be one of the people sober enough to call emergency services should the need arise. Personally you are about five drinks into your own night and you are feeling pretty relaxed as far as everything is concerned, and it isn't until you hear someone knocking on the door that you get pulled into the reality of having to stand up and walk like you aren't having problems. You're a little confused because everyone is already here and you half expect it to be a cop saying you're little get together is too loud or something so when you open the door you already have just the slightest scowl on your face but it disappears when you see that familiar greenish gaze looking up at you with the smallest bit of amusement. She's not wearing what she was earlier and it takes you a second to realize that she's actually wearing a bit less than she was, granted it was very warm out so you couldn't find any fault with the outfit she'd showed up in.
You're surprised that she doesn't say anything about you just staring at her but you also know that you are very obviously half way to getting drunk and you also don't think she minds much from the way she just stands there and lets you just take her in. So you stand there in the doorway for a very long time unabashedly staring, its a very plain dress she has on but it compliments her in every good way it possibly can, it clings in places that it should and it gives you ideas in your drunken mind so you internally berate yourself before you apologize and step back so she can come in, its only then that you realize she's not carrying her backpack. When she comes into view to everyone, the mood doesn't really change but you can tell by some of the looks that there's a very unified question on everyone's mind and that was why she was here. There was nothing illegal going on but you knew that it was an odd thing for students and teachers to mingle much outside the classroom, you can already feel Simon's eyes on you but you refuse to look at him just yet, You only look at the other when she settles on sitting on a chair opposite Tobias and because the older man is relaxed beyond belief he starts a conversation with her albeit slurring the hell out of his words a few times. You tilt your head at Simon who gives you a look and gets up heading into the kitchen away from everyone and you already know enough that he wants you to follow him so you meander your way after him.
"What the actual fuck?"
"What?"
"Don't even play that on me."
You shrug.
"Why is she here?"
"Because I invited her."
"Why did you invite her to a house full of staff...dude you know how that would look."
"Right now I don't really care how it looks."
Simon puts his hand over his face slowly and lets out a deep sigh. "What...are you planning on getting to a base tonight or?"
You shake your head, you didn't know what you expected to happen honestly. "We're just going to talk."
Simon gives you a unconvinced look and you echo his deep sigh.
"Maybe...I just want to, I don't know, talk to her. Get to know her as her and not just some chick that is in my class."
"And what happens when you get to know her?"
"Haven't thought that far ahead."
"Have you ever?"
You give him a half glare. "asshole."
"Seriously though...what is the end plan here? Because the only thing i'm seeing is you trying to get up that dress."
You look at him for a long time before looking behind you to see if anyone is there, when you see that everyone is still where they had been, you lean on the table and lower your voice. "I'm not saying...that I don't want to fucking destroy that, but I want more than just a fuck Simon. You know exactly why i'm trying to get to know her so don't act like you don't."
He had the same lifestyle you did...he knew why it was important to get to know someone well before even thinking about seriously bringing sex to the table. To make your point you remind him of the seemingly endless months he'd spent getting to know every single thing he could about Sara, because he'd had a hunch she'd be the perfect submissive for him. Simon just looks at you before putting his hands up in defeat, he knew that you had an attraction to Ophelia, he'd known since the first day he'd seen her in your office asking for help with something. Just like with him and Sara...you just had a feeling that there was something special about her that you hadn't figured out yet. When you both come back out of the kitchen you can already smell that the others had helped themselves to your shared stash and you can see that while she is not surprised by the presence of weed she declines to partake of it. You shrug to yourself and roll your own before lighting it and getting your night started...you were going to need it because something about this all made you feel like a nervous kid and you could have laughed at yourself if you'd been in the right mood to, but you weren't in the mood to give that feeling any acknowledgment tonight.
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You'd tried to find any excuse you could to not go...despite the fact that a large part of you was screaming all the reasons you shouldn't the very small portion of you that wanted to won out and so you'd thrown on a dress that was fitting for the weather and headed out. You didn't know why you felt so nervous about this aside from the fact that it was your teacher that had invited you to his place...at any other time in your life that would've been a red flag. However at this time, it felt equal parts exciting and odd...you weren't sure what to feel though. It was obvious to you that you had something a bit larger than a crush on him and after the conversation you'd had with him the other night you had had a glimpse of the person he was under all the facade...and you really wanted to know more. You wanted to discuss more than just schoolwork with him and you supposed this was your chance, and as you got closer to the house you started to have second thoughts but when you were standing there in front of the door you reached up and knocked without giving yourself the chance to think about it. You were never one to let someone stare at you for any length of time...you found it a little rude honestly but when the door opened and you see Mr. Rubino quite underdressed and very obviously buzzed you don't rightfully mind that he does stare. You have to admit that you wanted him to...this dress wasn't fancy or revealing but you'd think that you were showing a lot more from the way his eyes are wondering and then, in a blink, he's back in control and stepping aside so you can come in. The atmosphere instantly gets a bit awkward when some of the others see you and then look at each other in a questioning way before they all seem to collectively not give two shits about it and go back to their respective activities...except Mr. Soderberg who is giving Mr Rubino what looks like a death stare. You watch them both go into the kitchen and decide to look around, you'd never been here before and it looked like it had been recently fixed up. You can see Mr. Persner sitting on the sofa with his head leaned back, and while you didn't have the two nearest to you for any classes you knew who they were, Mr. Forge was the philosophy professor and Mr. Holmgren was ecology, they were both sitting in front of you and while you couldn't understand some of what they were saying because of the slurring you carry on a fairly decent conversation with them. Mr. Holmgren is the less drunk of the two and once you get him started he becomes very animated and you forget for a time that you are a student among teachers. You feel someone put their hand on your shoulder and you look up to see familiar green eyes looking back at you, he tilts his head and brings up your bullshit call from the other night, and for a second you are confused until you remember his long spiel about being able to play guitar pretty well and you can't stop the small grin that spreads over your face. You excuse yourself and stand up, he starts to wander towards the stairs and you wonder for a second if you really should be doing this but when he turns to look at you, you decide you don't really care and follow him.
The upstairs is much less cluttered than the downstairs, it's obviously where the bedrooms are and as he walks down the hall to the very last room you already can tell it's his by smell alone...he has a very distinctive smell...or maybe you only thought he did. He stand aside so you can go in before him and as you stand there in the dark for a few seconds you are guessing at what it looks like, suddenly the room is full of light and you aren't disappointed. It's simple, there is a bed in the corner that looks like its been hastily remade...probably from getting up late and having to leave in a hurry, there are a few pictures on the walls but otherwise they are bare. He has a small table that takes up the other corner of the room where you can already see a stack of papers scattered over the top. You turn around to look behind you and sure as shit there is a black guitar leaned up against the wall, you turn to look at him and all you see is a cocky grin on his face.
"Ok...so you have a guitar...doesn't mean you can play it."
That grin never leaves his face as he tells you to go sit down, you go over to the bed and climb onto it, moving so that your back is against the wall and you watch him pick it up and come over to the bed and sit on the edge. You watch him position his fingers and suddenly he's playing very familiar tunes, you can feel the smile on your face grow a bit when you see him enjoying himself and once again it's like seeing a glimpse of the person that you're trying to get to know. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes while he just continues to play random song after song, it has a very relaxing effect on the whole situation and you can feel the anxiousness you'd had start to subside the longer you sat there. He eventually stops playing though and after a few minutes of silence you open your eyes and see him looking at you with a gentle but very amused expression.
"So...about that bullshit comment."
You move so that you're leaning on your legs a little. "I suppose...I can admit when I'm wrong sir, that was...awesome."
"Linton."
"Sir?"
You watch him set his guitar down before he pulls a joint out from behind his ear and lights it. "It's my name. Since we're not in class it feels a little too formal to keep calling me that."
"Ah...Ok...So, can I ask you a question s-Linton?"
You can see him fight a small chuckle but he nods and moves so that he is also leaning against the other wall. "Shoot."
"How...did you come to that realization that you wanted to teach...no disrespect but you don't seem the teacher type."
"It's a funny story really...a little long though."
"I'm pretty sure I have time..."
"Well...up until about sixteen or seventeen...all I wanted to do was play guitar. I had it in my head that it as what I really wanted out of life. Something happened though about the time I graduated though, my dad was a professor here as well...and when I went into undergraduate I had no fucking idea what I wanted to do." He took a deep drag off his joint and leaned his head back against the wall for a short while until he let out a stream of smoke. "Anyhow, my dad always collected old books and I guess one day I picked up some biology books and some medical books and I started reading them. It just seemed to click with me which surprised the hell out of me. My dad introduced me to some teachers and after some long talks and some really deep thought on my part...I changed majors and put myself on the tack that i stayed on for the rest of my time there. I worked my ass off for seven years." He seems to get a far away look before he shrugs and brings himself back with another drag. "I lived off of caffeine and one or two hours of sleep for years, I was a part time student for like...three or four years while I worked at a hospital in the lab...but I mean to see my dad and mom so happy was worth every frustration in the long run, so I can't bitch too badly about it."
"How did you come to the conclusion to teach...and why here?"
He looks at you for a second before he shrugs. "I guess i had so much love to give, and shit...I assume they were hella desperate to hire someone with little to no experience in lecturing but here we are."
You watch him for a few seconds before you shift on the bed so that your hands are resting in you lap. "Well...they made a good choice then, you're an excellent teacher."
"I'm glad you think so. There are a few people that would disagree with you though."
"I think I know a few..."
He lets out a small laugh before he offers you his joint and you aren't sure so you shake your head. "Have you ever smoked before?"
"No..."
"It's not so bad, drinking is so much worse for you...but this?" He holds it up and looks at it a little. "Makes you feel so nice."
"Are...are you trying to convince me to smoke pot with you?"
"...maybe a little."
You both just stare at each other for a few moments before he starts laughing, and him laughing makes you start to laugh. You'd always been curious but your parents had told you horror stories...but looking at Linton right now, it didn't seem like such a horrible drug at all so you chew on your lip a bit before you break down and mentally shrug. "Ok...but don't let me do anything stupid."
"Giiirl, the stupidest thing you'll do is order shit you don't need from the internet."
"But you wouldn't know from experience right?"
"Nooo, not me." He offers it agin and you take it and hold it up to your mouth before you take a deep breath. You don't even get a chance to hold it in because as soon as the smoke hits your lungs you start coughing because it burns. "Jesus..."
He legitimately looks a little remorseful when he speaks. "I should've warned you about that first hit..."
You want to be angry but you can't when he looks like that so when you stop coughing you take another lungful in and manage to keep it for a few seconds before you let it out, this time though you only cough a few times and you can already feel a strange tingling in your head.
He doesn't attempt to take the joint back but rather sits there and watches you closely, you can see by his expression and the very small smile that he knows the high is starting to hit you. It only takes a few more hits before he takes it back and says you've had enough. He takes a drag himself and when he lets out the smoke he starts to talk, albeit a little slowly because of the pot.
"So...what about you? Where are you from, what do you do...I'm curious what makes Ophelia who she is."
You aren't quite sure what he's asking so you stutter a bit...your mind is a bit hazed which makes it a little harder to think. "There's not much to tell..."
"Don't go there little girl."
Again with that comment...even now it didn't make you angry at all to be called that. "What can I say...my mom is a high school teacher and my dad works as a super at some factory...they've always worked so I did a lot on my own. I had to." You pause a bit. "I wanted to be a doctor originally actually...but I was more interested in the research and stuff, so I found out about this field and it seemed to be what I wanted. Now I'm here."
"It just...clicked for you."
You nod. "I guess so, I mean...I never had much of a social life because I was literally always studying for one thing or another..." You stop talking because you realize you're rambling and you apologize.
"Don't apologize, I kind of got that you aren't a social butterfly already though." He seems to think for a short second before its like a light goes off in his head and he sits up a bit and looks at you. "Ah...I have to ask this before I forget..."
You stare at him with slightly widened eyes and tilt your head. "Ok..."
"What year were you born?"
"Oddly enough...January of '89"
"Oh thank god."
"What?"
He has his hand over his face and shakes his head a little. "I was convinced that you were a lot younger..."
You can't help the laugh that forces its way out of your mouth and it leads to a horrible case of the giggles before you even know what is happening.
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You feel so much more relief than you should at the fact she isn't ridiculously younger than you, and in your hazy mind you can't help but laugh. You see her start laughing and it pushes you into a laughing fit as well. You are well beyond high and she is feeling very good from the way she's acting, and when the laughing subsides again, you ask her what she does other than go to school, she seems to ponder the question a bit before answering.
"I read...like a LOT...name a book...I'll bet you i've read it." She sits up and leans forward so that she's looking at you with an overly intense look. "Go on."
You run a hand through your hair and name off a random book you've read in your childhood and she answers rather curtly before telling you to stop being easy on her....if only she knew. You think back to some of the obscure shit you've read in college and name off a few of the books being more and more surprised when she says she's read them too. "Holy shit..."
"I know right? Fucking crazy." She puts her hand against her had and makes an exploding sound before falling back against the wall.
You are not used to seeing her be this relaxed and honestly it just makes you like her more...she's adorable as a shy but confidant student....but she's goddamn awesome when she's high. "What else do you do?"
"Nothing really...I'm not that interesting Linton."
"I'm calling bullshit on that though."
"I literally was raised worrying about my grades and that is about the only thing I worry about now....My parents were always working so I learned to do a lot of stuff on my own and when I got to high school? I barely saw them at all between all the bullshit extracurricular activities and classes."
"I mean though...you have awesome taste in music, you read, you're an excellent writer, you're nice and your helpful...do you paint? do you write music? Was their anything else that you ever wanted to do? I want to know what makes you happy..."
"Why though?"
"Because I'm a creepy old man." You can see her fight a grin by biting her lip.
"Sure...old."
"I'm fucking hairy, I have a beer gut already, I hate teenagers and i'm half deaf if you ask some people..."
"Best looking old man on campus then I guess."
Even you have to admit that you're surprised by the comment...she doesn't seem to care much that she's said it though, she simply puts her hands over her mouth and fights another laughing attack. "So what were your extracurricular activities..."
She composes herself and shrugs. "I....was in the choir for a bit...tried band but couldn't stand the teacher...I did speech, accounting...I wasn't quite smart enough for math club though at the time...OH...I was in cheer for like...six months one time."
"No fucking way."
"Fucking way..."
"What happened?"
"I got into a fight with one of the other girls...punched her in the face."
"Goddamn shawshank." You can feel your buzz starting to fade away but you aren't entirely sure hers is by the sound of her...you figure it might be a good idea to ask her some questions she might be reluctant to answer if she wasn't slightly tweeked. You feel like a piece of shit but you need to know and it would be prudent to do it while she's being unashamedly honest with you. "What kind of relationships have you had?"
She's leaning against the corner when she shrugs a bit, looking at you with slightly glassed over eyes. "I'm not sure if either of them would count as relationships...one was just a friend and the other wanted all up in my panties, then there was Rob..jesus fuck how did I not see that coming." She lets out an overly deep sigh before she shifts so that she is laying down, you can see she isn't going to be awake for too much longer...and if you were being honest you weren't going to be up to long either.
"Have you ever actually...been with anyone?"
She looks up at you and furrows her brow before pulling her lip between her teeth and giving you a half shrug. "I really don't like talking about that stuff so...I'm sorry."
You shake your head and shift so that you can lay down next to her but still keep a respectable distance, she turns her head and looks at you. "No need to apologize...after all I'll have plenty of time to get to know you...I hope at least."
She lets a small smile play on her face. "All the time you want sir..."
You've been fighting the urge to push hair out of her face for the last half hour and finally you can't anymore so you reach out and move some hair off her face before bringing your hand back to yourself.
"Linton?"
"Hmm?"
"Would it be too awkward to hug you?"
You could laugh....but you don't, you don't answer her but you do reach out and pull her close to you and you can feel her arms wrap around your middle, and soon enough she passes out on you and you're left with the opportunity to observe her peaceful sleep protected by you...an image you'd been wanting to see for months now.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer:Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: A/u and some weedage.
You had no idea what had gotten into you the last 24 hours, any semblance of a filter you had was gone and it wasn't because you were under an influence other than a driving need to want to get to know someone. When you'd walked her back to the dorms it had been nothing but comfortable and pleasant conversation about a mutual interest in music...you were sad to see it end but you also realized that it was late and even though you knew she probably wasn't doing anything the next day it wasn't very polite to keep her out. Not to mention the way she kept saying that fucking word...you could get so used to hearing her say that but of course the way you wanted her to say it was crossing a line that you weren't entirely sure either of you was ready to cross just yet. You almost felt like she was playing with you when she brought up your guitar playing as being bullshit and while you didn't know if she was being coy on purpose or if that was just how she was you had played into it just as well, laying it on with as much innuendo as you felt comfortable using at that moment. You'd gone home with the intention of getting high and grading the papers you hadn't had the focus to do earlier but you ended up taking a very very fucking cold shower instead. Then today she'd been wandering down the small path that cut down the middle of the campus and had about had a nasty run in with a cyclist if you hadn't seen her and pull her out of the way. She was in a bit of a daze for a few seconds and admittedly you took advantage of the situation and had moved your hands so that they were just above her ass and sadly even that was something to you. You didn't know what you'd been thinking when you'd basically invited her over to your place...you were pretty confidant she wasn't going to show up though...you were sure that she was in her room right now over thinking it and talking herself out of showing up and while you feel disappointed you won't be surprised. You didn't even know what you were hoping was going to happen if she did show up though, it had been spontaneous and not very well thought out on your part and you just knew that if she did show up you were going to hear so much shit from Simon for it.
You're both sitting on the floor slightly high from earlier with papers scattered around yourselves...this was not as unusual as people may have thought though, this happened a lot more than either of you were readily willing to admit. you and Simon both graded more accurately and a lot faster when you were blazed than when you were sober and so an accidental pot fueled grading session that happened one time because the norm for some of those more busy weekends. You hear the other stop writing and you look up at him, he looks like he's trying to remember something but it's just beyond his brain's ability to remember.
"Who all is actually showing up tonight?"
You stop writing for a second so you can think. "Like...all of us, and Tobbe's coming...finally. Aksel...Sara..."
You hear Simon give you a short snort. "I know she's coming."
"Oh...no doubt she will." It takes him a few seconds before he starts laughing and the image is too much for you to keep yourself composed, you start laughing too and for what feels like a good solid hour you both are laughing so hard there are tears starting to form. By the time both of you are able to string together a coherent sentence Sara is walking through the door and immediately looks at both of you, shaking her head and heading into the kitchen. It doesn't take long for the few members of your little group to show up, Martin and Simon are about three or four beers into their night and already arguing like siblings over something you have no clue about, so you just watch amused until they agree to disagree and start talking about something else, Tobias is just sitting on a chair in the corner enjoying doing nothing which you completely understood...he was always working or doing something so to see him just relaxing every now and then made him so much nicer to be around, Aksel was talking with Sara over something or other, and Sara was honestly the only one not really drinking but you supposed she wanted to be one of the people sober enough to call emergency services should the need arise. Personally you are about five drinks into your own night and you are feeling pretty relaxed as far as everything is concerned, and it isn't until you hear someone knocking on the door that you get pulled into the reality of having to stand up and walk like you aren't having problems. You're a little confused because everyone is already here and you half expect it to be a cop saying you're little get together is too loud or something so when you open the door you already have just the slightest scowl on your face but it disappears when you see that familiar greenish gaze looking up at you with the smallest bit of amusement. She's not wearing what she was earlier and it takes you a second to realize that she's actually wearing a bit less than she was, granted it was very warm out so you couldn't find any fault with the outfit she'd showed up in.
You're surprised that she doesn't say anything about you just staring at her but you also know that you are very obviously half way to getting drunk and you also don't think she minds much from the way she just stands there and lets you just take her in. So you stand there in the doorway for a very long time unabashedly staring, its a very plain dress she has on but it compliments her in every good way it possibly can, it clings in places that it should and it gives you ideas in your drunken mind so you internally berate yourself before you apologize and step back so she can come in, its only then that you realize she's not carrying her backpack. When she comes into view to everyone, the mood doesn't really change but you can tell by some of the looks that there's a very unified question on everyone's mind and that was why she was here. There was nothing illegal going on but you knew that it was an odd thing for students and teachers to mingle much outside the classroom, you can already feel Simon's eyes on you but you refuse to look at him just yet, You only look at the other when she settles on sitting on a chair opposite Tobias and because the older man is relaxed beyond belief he starts a conversation with her albeit slurring the hell out of his words a few times. You tilt your head at Simon who gives you a look and gets up heading into the kitchen away from everyone and you already know enough that he wants you to follow him so you meander your way after him.
"What the actual fuck?"
"What?"
"Don't even play that on me."
You shrug.
"Why is she here?"
"Because I invited her."
"Why did you invite her to a house full of staff...dude you know how that would look."
"Right now I don't really care how it looks."
Simon puts his hand over his face slowly and lets out a deep sigh. "What...are you planning on getting to a base tonight or?"
You shake your head, you didn't know what you expected to happen honestly. "We're just going to talk."
Simon gives you a unconvinced look and you echo his deep sigh.
"Maybe...I just want to, I don't know, talk to her. Get to know her as her and not just some chick that is in my class."
"And what happens when you get to know her?"
"Haven't thought that far ahead."
"Have you ever?"
You give him a half glare. "asshole."
"Seriously though...what is the end plan here? Because the only thing i'm seeing is you trying to get up that dress."
You look at him for a long time before looking behind you to see if anyone is there, when you see that everyone is still where they had been, you lean on the table and lower your voice. "I'm not saying...that I don't want to fucking destroy that, but I want more than just a fuck Simon. You know exactly why i'm trying to get to know her so don't act like you don't."
He had the same lifestyle you did...he knew why it was important to get to know someone well before even thinking about seriously bringing sex to the table. To make your point you remind him of the seemingly endless months he'd spent getting to know every single thing he could about Sara, because he'd had a hunch she'd be the perfect submissive for him. Simon just looks at you before putting his hands up in defeat, he knew that you had an attraction to Ophelia, he'd known since the first day he'd seen her in your office asking for help with something. Just like with him and Sara...you just had a feeling that there was something special about her that you hadn't figured out yet. When you both come back out of the kitchen you can already smell that the others had helped themselves to your shared stash and you can see that while she is not surprised by the presence of weed she declines to partake of it. You shrug to yourself and roll your own before lighting it and getting your night started...you were going to need it because something about this all made you feel like a nervous kid and you could have laughed at yourself if you'd been in the right mood to, but you weren't in the mood to give that feeling any acknowledgment tonight.
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You'd tried to find any excuse you could to not go...despite the fact that a large part of you was screaming all the reasons you shouldn't the very small portion of you that wanted to won out and so you'd thrown on a dress that was fitting for the weather and headed out. You didn't know why you felt so nervous about this aside from the fact that it was your teacher that had invited you to his place...at any other time in your life that would've been a red flag. However at this time, it felt equal parts exciting and odd...you weren't sure what to feel though. It was obvious to you that you had something a bit larger than a crush on him and after the conversation you'd had with him the other night you had had a glimpse of the person he was under all the facade...and you really wanted to know more. You wanted to discuss more than just schoolwork with him and you supposed this was your chance, and as you got closer to the house you started to have second thoughts but when you were standing there in front of the door you reached up and knocked without giving yourself the chance to think about it. You were never one to let someone stare at you for any length of time...you found it a little rude honestly but when the door opened and you see Mr. Rubino quite underdressed and very obviously buzzed you don't rightfully mind that he does stare. You have to admit that you wanted him to...this dress wasn't fancy or revealing but you'd think that you were showing a lot more from the way his eyes are wondering and then, in a blink, he's back in control and stepping aside so you can come in. The atmosphere instantly gets a bit awkward when some of the others see you and then look at each other in a questioning way before they all seem to collectively not give two shits about it and go back to their respective activities...except Mr. Soderberg who is giving Mr Rubino what looks like a death stare. You watch them both go into the kitchen and decide to look around, you'd never been here before and it looked like it had been recently fixed up. You can see Mr. Persner sitting on the sofa with his head leaned back, and while you didn't have the two nearest to you for any classes you knew who they were, Mr. Forge was the philosophy professor and Mr. Holmgren was ecology, they were both sitting in front of you and while you couldn't understand some of what they were saying because of the slurring you carry on a fairly decent conversation with them. Mr. Holmgren is the less drunk of the two and once you get him started he becomes very animated and you forget for a time that you are a student among teachers. You feel someone put their hand on your shoulder and you look up to see familiar green eyes looking back at you, he tilts his head and brings up your bullshit call from the other night, and for a second you are confused until you remember his long spiel about being able to play guitar pretty well and you can't stop the small grin that spreads over your face. You excuse yourself and stand up, he starts to wander towards the stairs and you wonder for a second if you really should be doing this but when he turns to look at you, you decide you don't really care and follow him.
The upstairs is much less cluttered than the downstairs, it's obviously where the bedrooms are and as he walks down the hall to the very last room you already can tell it's his by smell alone...he has a very distinctive smell...or maybe you only thought he did. He stand aside so you can go in before him and as you stand there in the dark for a few seconds you are guessing at what it looks like, suddenly the room is full of light and you aren't disappointed. It's simple, there is a bed in the corner that looks like its been hastily remade...probably from getting up late and having to leave in a hurry, there are a few pictures on the walls but otherwise they are bare. He has a small table that takes up the other corner of the room where you can already see a stack of papers scattered over the top. You turn around to look behind you and sure as shit there is a black guitar leaned up against the wall, you turn to look at him and all you see is a cocky grin on his face.
"Ok...so you have a guitar...doesn't mean you can play it."
That grin never leaves his face as he tells you to go sit down, you go over to the bed and climb onto it, moving so that your back is against the wall and you watch him pick it up and come over to the bed and sit on the edge. You watch him position his fingers and suddenly he's playing very familiar tunes, you can feel the smile on your face grow a bit when you see him enjoying himself and once again it's like seeing a glimpse of the person that you're trying to get to know. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes while he just continues to play random song after song, it has a very relaxing effect on the whole situation and you can feel the anxiousness you'd had start to subside the longer you sat there. He eventually stops playing though and after a few minutes of silence you open your eyes and see him looking at you with a gentle but very amused expression.
"So...about that bullshit comment."
You move so that you're leaning on your legs a little. "I suppose...I can admit when I'm wrong sir, that was...awesome."
"Linton."
"Sir?"
You watch him set his guitar down before he pulls a joint out from behind his ear and lights it. "It's my name. Since we're not in class it feels a little too formal to keep calling me that."
"Ah...Ok...So, can I ask you a question s-Linton?"
You can see him fight a small chuckle but he nods and moves so that he is also leaning against the other wall. "Shoot."
"How...did you come to that realization that you wanted to teach...no disrespect but you don't seem the teacher type."
"It's a funny story really...a little long though."
"I'm pretty sure I have time..."
"Well...up until about sixteen or seventeen...all I wanted to do was play guitar. I had it in my head that it as what I really wanted out of life. Something happened though about the time I graduated though, my dad was a professor here as well...and when I went into undergraduate I had no fucking idea what I wanted to do." He took a deep drag off his joint and leaned his head back against the wall for a short while until he let out a stream of smoke. "Anyhow, my dad always collected old books and I guess one day I picked up some biology books and some medical books and I started reading them. It just seemed to click with me which surprised the hell out of me. My dad introduced me to some teachers and after some long talks and some really deep thought on my part...I changed majors and put myself on the tack that i stayed on for the rest of my time there. I worked my ass off for seven years." He seems to get a far away look before he shrugs and brings himself back with another drag. "I lived off of caffeine and one or two hours of sleep for years, I was a part time student for like...three or four years while I worked at a hospital in the lab...but I mean to see my dad and mom so happy was worth every frustration in the long run, so I can't bitch too badly about it."
"How did you come to the conclusion to teach...and why here?"
He looks at you for a second before he shrugs. "I guess i had so much love to give, and shit...I assume they were hella desperate to hire someone with little to no experience in lecturing but here we are."
You watch him for a few seconds before you shift on the bed so that your hands are resting in you lap. "Well...they made a good choice then, you're an excellent teacher."
"I'm glad you think so. There are a few people that would disagree with you though."
"I think I know a few..."
He lets out a small laugh before he offers you his joint and you aren't sure so you shake your head. "Have you ever smoked before?"
"No..."
"It's not so bad, drinking is so much worse for you...but this?" He holds it up and looks at it a little. "Makes you feel so nice."
"Are...are you trying to convince me to smoke pot with you?"
"...maybe a little."
You both just stare at each other for a few moments before he starts laughing, and him laughing makes you start to laugh. You'd always been curious but your parents had told you horror stories...but looking at Linton right now, it didn't seem like such a horrible drug at all so you chew on your lip a bit before you break down and mentally shrug. "Ok...but don't let me do anything stupid."
"Giiirl, the stupidest thing you'll do is order shit you don't need from the internet."
"But you wouldn't know from experience right?"
"Nooo, not me." He offers it agin and you take it and hold it up to your mouth before you take a deep breath. You don't even get a chance to hold it in because as soon as the smoke hits your lungs you start coughing because it burns. "Jesus..."
He legitimately looks a little remorseful when he speaks. "I should've warned you about that first hit..."
You want to be angry but you can't when he looks like that so when you stop coughing you take another lungful in and manage to keep it for a few seconds before you let it out, this time though you only cough a few times and you can already feel a strange tingling in your head.
He doesn't attempt to take the joint back but rather sits there and watches you closely, you can see by his expression and the very small smile that he knows the high is starting to hit you. It only takes a few more hits before he takes it back and says you've had enough. He takes a drag himself and when he lets out the smoke he starts to talk, albeit a little slowly because of the pot.
"So...what about you? Where are you from, what do you do...I'm curious what makes Ophelia who she is."
You aren't quite sure what he's asking so you stutter a bit...your mind is a bit hazed which makes it a little harder to think. "There's not much to tell..."
"Don't go there little girl."
Again with that comment...even now it didn't make you angry at all to be called that. "What can I say...my mom is a high school teacher and my dad works as a super at some factory...they've always worked so I did a lot on my own. I had to." You pause a bit. "I wanted to be a doctor originally actually...but I was more interested in the research and stuff, so I found out about this field and it seemed to be what I wanted. Now I'm here."
"It just...clicked for you."
You nod. "I guess so, I mean...I never had much of a social life because I was literally always studying for one thing or another..." You stop talking because you realize you're rambling and you apologize.
"Don't apologize, I kind of got that you aren't a social butterfly already though." He seems to think for a short second before its like a light goes off in his head and he sits up a bit and looks at you. "Ah...I have to ask this before I forget..."
You stare at him with slightly widened eyes and tilt your head. "Ok..."
"What year were you born?"
"Oddly enough...January of '89"
"Oh thank god."
"What?"
He has his hand over his face and shakes his head a little. "I was convinced that you were a lot younger..."
You can't help the laugh that forces its way out of your mouth and it leads to a horrible case of the giggles before you even know what is happening.
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You feel so much more relief than you should at the fact she isn't ridiculously younger than you, and in your hazy mind you can't help but laugh. You see her start laughing and it pushes you into a laughing fit as well. You are well beyond high and she is feeling very good from the way she's acting, and when the laughing subsides again, you ask her what she does other than go to school, she seems to ponder the question a bit before answering.
"I read...like a LOT...name a book...I'll bet you i've read it." She sits up and leans forward so that she's looking at you with an overly intense look. "Go on."
You run a hand through your hair and name off a random book you've read in your childhood and she answers rather curtly before telling you to stop being easy on her....if only she knew. You think back to some of the obscure shit you've read in college and name off a few of the books being more and more surprised when she says she's read them too. "Holy shit..."
"I know right? Fucking crazy." She puts her hand against her had and makes an exploding sound before falling back against the wall.
You are not used to seeing her be this relaxed and honestly it just makes you like her more...she's adorable as a shy but confidant student....but she's goddamn awesome when she's high. "What else do you do?"
"Nothing really...I'm not that interesting Linton."
"I'm calling bullshit on that though."
"I literally was raised worrying about my grades and that is about the only thing I worry about now....My parents were always working so I learned to do a lot of stuff on my own and when I got to high school? I barely saw them at all between all the bullshit extracurricular activities and classes."
"I mean though...you have awesome taste in music, you read, you're an excellent writer, you're nice and your helpful...do you paint? do you write music? Was their anything else that you ever wanted to do? I want to know what makes you happy..."
"Why though?"
"Because I'm a creepy old man." You can see her fight a grin by biting her lip.
"Sure...old."
"I'm fucking hairy, I have a beer gut already, I hate teenagers and i'm half deaf if you ask some people..."
"Best looking old man on campus then I guess."
Even you have to admit that you're surprised by the comment...she doesn't seem to care much that she's said it though, she simply puts her hands over her mouth and fights another laughing attack. "So what were your extracurricular activities..."
She composes herself and shrugs. "I....was in the choir for a bit...tried band but couldn't stand the teacher...I did speech, accounting...I wasn't quite smart enough for math club though at the time...OH...I was in cheer for like...six months one time."
"No fucking way."
"Fucking way..."
"What happened?"
"I got into a fight with one of the other girls...punched her in the face."
"Goddamn shawshank." You can feel your buzz starting to fade away but you aren't entirely sure hers is by the sound of her...you figure it might be a good idea to ask her some questions she might be reluctant to answer if she wasn't slightly tweeked. You feel like a piece of shit but you need to know and it would be prudent to do it while she's being unashamedly honest with you. "What kind of relationships have you had?"
She's leaning against the corner when she shrugs a bit, looking at you with slightly glassed over eyes. "I'm not sure if either of them would count as relationships...one was just a friend and the other wanted all up in my panties, then there was Rob..jesus fuck how did I not see that coming." She lets out an overly deep sigh before she shifts so that she is laying down, you can see she isn't going to be awake for too much longer...and if you were being honest you weren't going to be up to long either.
"Have you ever actually...been with anyone?"
She looks up at you and furrows her brow before pulling her lip between her teeth and giving you a half shrug. "I really don't like talking about that stuff so...I'm sorry."
You shake your head and shift so that you can lay down next to her but still keep a respectable distance, she turns her head and looks at you. "No need to apologize...after all I'll have plenty of time to get to know you...I hope at least."
She lets a small smile play on her face. "All the time you want sir..."
You've been fighting the urge to push hair out of her face for the last half hour and finally you can't anymore so you reach out and move some hair off her face before bringing your hand back to yourself.
"Linton?"
"Hmm?"
"Would it be too awkward to hug you?"
You could laugh....but you don't, you don't answer her but you do reach out and pull her close to you and you can feel her arms wrap around your middle, and soon enough she passes out on you and you're left with the opportunity to observe her peaceful sleep protected by you...an image you'd been wanting to see for months now.