The Snake and the Butterfly (15/?)
Fandom: Ghost/Ex-ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: none
The winter break goes by quickly and admittedly you don't look forward to going back, you would rather have spent your time where you had the last part of your break...getting fucked and getting cuddled. Unfortunately you both had to go back, and that Monday morning you both were dragging ass, you had managed to get yourself up and dressed before you met Sara downstairs and the two of you proceeded to set up things so that everyone could grab and go. It was how your mornings were at their house and you enjoyed the repetition in some ways, it was a routine and you'd gotten used to those. Linton and Simon were not morning people and even though you and Sara weren't necessarily morning people you handled it better than the guys did. It only took you maybe a half hour of being up to be awake and it took Sara some food, it took Simon food and about one and a half cups of coffee to not be grumpy and it took Linton anywhere from two to three cups of coffee with or without food and maybe an hour or so of being up and around to not be grumpy all morning if he didn't wake up on his own. When he woke up on his own, like on the weekends or like he had on break he only needed maybe one cup to get himself kickstarted. That Monday had sucked though, even you and Sara were having a hard time getting yourselves started and when the guys came downstairs in a zombie like daze seeking coffee...the two of you were right behind them. Another thing that had started in the morning...and quite frankly you enjoyed it, was getting a pretty good spanking before you left, you couldn't remember what he'd called it but you actually did look forward to it, it was strangely something you liked because it was good for both of you, it was a reminder to you to behave-which you'd have most of the morning depending on how red he would make your skin-and let him know that you were under his authority, the other reason you looked forward to them was that his authority turned you on immensely. The punishment at your parents' had been exactly that push that you'd needed and while it took a little bit to think through it, you found that considering how you two were...you had pushed him and he'd corrected and you couldn't be angry over that. So most mornings if time allowed, you would lay over his lap and he'd give you some pretty good swats and go about your day, you enjoyed it though and he knew that so even if the spankings weren't exactly what he'd meant them to be they still were pretty damn effective in keeping you in line.
You had also found out just how far you could push him without getting in trouble and it was nice to know that he didn't hate playful teasing on your part, he actually liked it as long as it wasn't being a blatant brat. You were curious how that would play out at school though, since everyone already knew about you two it probably wouldn't be too far fetched to see one of you moving just a little more provocatively or looking at the other a little longer than necessary...but you weren't sure if he'd be receptive to it at work. When you all leave that morning you watch Simon and Sara fall into step in front of you and Linton, he has arm behind your back with his hand in your back pocket and he looks like he could give two fucks about who saw it either, you glance at him for a few seconds before you speak up.
"Daddy?"
"Hm?"
"What...can I do and not do while we're at work and in class, I'm a bit unclear Sir."
He seems to think about it for a few seconds before smiling a bit. "You know how to behave babygirl...all I ask is that when we're having class you really behave. You're still a student and you need to take your classes seriously."
It seems simple enough so you nod a little before you answer. "I can do that Sir..."
"Gonna get good grades and make me proud of you?" He gives your backside a squeeze.
"Very proud Daddy."
"Good..."
You forget for a few seconds that you're going into a figurative war zone and smile but it's short lived when you see Simon and Sara give each other a short kiss and split off in their respective directions, you and Linton keep walking towards the science building which has a group of new faces that look lost. You almost forget that you are not only in his end of year classes but you are also his TA and the fact that you'll be seeing these new faces makes you feel just the tiniest bit nervous...and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"Sir...I don't start classes with you until...just before March right?"
"Yeah..."
"So when will I have to perform the TA duties with them, if I may ask Sir..."
"Well this college has weird dates...your class started in spring. You'll take your junior exams sometime this month also...so after that, probably around mid-March you'll start your senior classes. Which means that you will be in my class and you will be helping me."
"Does administration know that Sir?"
"I don't really give a fuck if they do or not...there isn't much choice if you want to graduate with a degree in my area." He stops walking for a few moments to look for any bikes or people before he starts up again crossing the small roadway to the front of the building. "Besides...I think we do ok with keeping things quiet."
"I do too Sir..."
"Better get going though...can't have you be late to a class because of me."
You go to walk away but get pulled back against him and you go to question him but stop when you feel him put his arms around your waist and lean down to give you a kiss. You don't fight it or feel awkward about it being in public although it is a kiss that probably shouldn't have been in public around students but you didn't care much. You put your hands on his arms and lean up into it after a few seconds before he pulls back and lets you go with a small smack on your ass, you can't help the small smile you have plastered on your face either, despite the fact that all these people had just seen it, and maybe that was a reason why in and of itself.
For some reason that you weren't entirely sure of...it was required that you take Psychology which you could understand you supposed...but you were left with an open spot for any other class that you had wanted. You were essentially going to be seeing a lot of Linton, Simon and Martin your last year here and that was just fine with you but it was a hard choice to decide what that extra class would be. After some deliberation and maybe some help from Linton in the form of talking after a particularly rough night...you had settled on philosophy, which meant that for a small period of time you'd be picking at Mr. Forge's brain. He was friends with Simon and Linton and that made you wonder what kind of life he was hiding under the appearance of plainness. You don't ponder on it too much though, once you start walking through the hall on your way to Martin's class you get back into your studying mindset and find that you tune out almost everything around you. You feel different though you aren't sure how exactly, you still feel like the same person but there is something...and it hits you when you walk past Gunner and Rob without even acknowledging their presence that you know what might have changed. The time you'd spent with him over the break had been invaluable, every encounter you'd had with him, the foursome in the hotel, the punishment, the spankings, the talking and the unbelievable amount of sex had you feeling more than confidant enough that you didn't care what other people were thinking. It was in your head that there was only one person's opinion of you that really mattered and it was very freeing in a way to know that you were desired in so many ways by one person. You could even say that you felt invincible but that might have been pushing it a bit, though even with him not being with you all the time you still felt like he was because you had the constant reminder of who you belonged to around your neck and your wrist. And that was it, you belonged to him and you enjoyed every part of it. If you'd have gone back and told your younger self that you'd be doing what you were now she'd have laughed at you and said it sounded horrible to always be under someone's thumb...because to the outside world you were sure thats what it seemed like. Like you were being forced to do the things that you were doing...you never in a thousand years would have thought that you'd be willingly submitting yourself entirely to someone but here you were.
You sit down in the back and get out your things before you wait for Martin to start up his class, you find yourself playing with the small snake charm on your bracelet and wondering about everything from how you would do on your exams to when-and if-you would get to see Linton today, there were quite a few days last year that you hadn't gotten to see him at all until his office hours were over and it was frustrating because you enjoyed talking with him during the day...even if it was about nothing interesting. You want to say that he enjoys it too because there is always something in his eyes that says he does, at the heart of all of the power play it really was just two people that enjoyed being around each other. In your time with him you'd learned that it wasn't always about sex and when it was it wasn't always kink and play...sometimes it was slow and playful which had surprised you at first but after years together and understanding more of what this dynamic you two had was...it made sense. You start to think back on the amount of time you'd spent in the bedroom with him and you have to bite your lip and try to curb the thoughts before you get yourself into trouble.You get pulled out of your thoughts when you feel like someone is looking at you so you turn in the direction of the feeling and find Gunner blatantly staring, you look at him for a long moment before raising your eyebrows at him and mouthing a quiet 'what' in his direction before he narrows his eyes and turns back around. You feel your eyes narrow back at him even though he's not looking anymore, some days you really wanted to punch him in the throat but since it wasn't exactly behavior expected of you, you just try to let it go and concentrate when you see Martin stand up and close the door to the room.
The entire class was pretty easy, mostly note taking for you...the most annoying part of the class being that Rob and Gunner kept looking back in your direction and it started to get annoying, so you tried to focus on your notes and highlighting things in your book as opposed to getting into a staring contest with the two of them. You only had maybe two classes with them not including lab time which was going to be making up a lot of your year, unfortunately both of them had managed to stay in the classes and sure enough you would be seeing them during your time. The only saving grace was that you were Linton's TA and that meant that you would be helping him directly and helping him help other students if it was needed. After some of the things that Rob had been threatened with he knew to stay his distance but Gunner was something entirely different. It was really no secret that he was riding on his dad's money and the fact that his dad made huge donations to the school kept him in his classes despite failing most of them with his blatant idiocy. It made you angry though, in a small way it was jealousy but only because of the money issue...you had written your heart out in countless essays in an attempt to gain scholarships so that you could even afford to finish your undergrad and when you'd graduated then...you'd spent hours upon hours, days on days writing out even more essays and keeping your GPA's up so that you could soften the blow of how much this would cost. From the weeks just before high school graduation up until not even that long ago...you had quite literally worked your ass off to scrape together what little money you could, earn your scholarships, get what grants you could...and even then you'd still had to take out a loan although the amount had been much less than you had thought it would be. You had had to take an entrance exam that had made your head hurt for days afterwards...Gunner had had to push the door open. You realize that you've been zoning out, looking at your highlighter like it was the most interesting thing in the world, before you put it down and sigh, your mind is just simply elsewhere today and while you know you understand the material and it's not an issue...you feel bad for not paying attention so you try to focus. Between the looks and the blatant lack of interest you resign yourself to trying to at least make your zoning useful by going over what would be on your exams. Linton had been right, this school had a very strange school year which started fairly early, you had started in February or March three years ago, putting your summer breaks around July or August and your winter breaks around November or December. You really didn't feel like trying to piece it all together...all you knew was that you had one more year, and by this time next year you were hoping to be done with this place. You hadn't really thought about what you were going to do afterwards though.
As far as jobs went you had no idea of what you even were going to try and go for, you didn't know where to start but you supposed you could always ask Linton for advice with that if it came down to it, and speaking of him, you didn't know what the plans were when you were out of school either. You didn't have a doubt in your mind that he wasn't going to continue to see you, spending the time at your parents' had painted a very clear picture of where he saw himself with you and it was reassuring to know that he'd be a constant even after all of this blew over. If you were being honest you didn't think you could imagine yourself with out him at this point, you really didn't want to, you did think about where you'd both be a few years from now though. Would he still be here teaching or would he move on to something he liked better, would you two be living in the same town? Would you have a job in your field or would you be finding something else to make the ends meet...would you two still be like you were now? It was a lot of questions, some of which you weren't sure you wanted an answer to in all honesty. One of the big ones that had been bothering you-at least lately-was if you two would have any kids in the near future...it seemed a little odd to worry about but after the hotel, you'd noticed he'd gotten a bit lax in wanting to wear any kind of protection and you had told him a while ago that you never had reacted well to the pill. If you were being totally up front with yourself you were half expecting it. You hadn't felt the need to bring it up just yet but you'd been late, which wasn't unheard of by any means, you were under a ton of stress and it very well could have been that you were late because of it, it could have also been that you were off on your dates too. You were a little worried in the back of your mind though...Simon and Sara had joined you two again not long after you had all come home from your parents, and it had been such a blur. You had been so out of your mind-as had everyone else for that matter-on weed and god knew what else Simon had brought back to the house that you weren't entirely sure who got off with who. You mentally cringe at your own words because it sounds so much worse than it really was, but you were sure of one thing...you knew for a fact that Linton had finished with you...you weren't entirely sure about Simon though because he'd had to take a small break before he got to Sara. You put your head in your hand and try to skim through your book but your mind is racing with other thoughts, if you were...it was literally a 50/50 chance at who was really the dad at that point unless you could somehow remember what had exactly happened. You also had no idea if you were going to say anything to Linton unless you found out for sure...there was no sense in bringing on that news, and not knowing how he'd react to it. You really hoped that he'd not freak out over it...but part of you didn't think he'd handle the news very well if it was indeed true. You get pulled out of your thoughts by Martin waving his hand between your face and your book and at first it makes you jump but when you realize that the room is almost entirely empty aside from a few other students and you, you apologize and go to start packing your things up.
"Been spacing out almost the whole class...something you want to talk about?"
You look at him for a long moment before you shake your head. "No...just have a lot on my mind is all, thank you though Sir."
"Anytime...just try not to make a habit of it ok?"
"Promise." You give him a smile before you shove the last of your books into your backpack and stand up to leave.
You glance at the time and wonder if it is too far fetched to hope he has time to eat with you for a bit, and for a few seconds you debate whether or not you want to see, because if he's with a class you're certainly not going to interrupt him but if he wasn't...even the smallest bit of time during the day made you feel a little better as almost painfully sad as it was. The breaks had spoiled you a bit with how much time you'd spent with him...and now you missed it. You practically meander down the hall until you get by his classroom door and notice that its closed but not all the way, you open it just the slightest so that you can peek inside. You see the room is empty and let out a sigh of relief before you pull the door open and stand there in the doorway for a few seconds with a hand on your hip. The room is entirely empty...and while you feel a little disappointed you know there are only so many places he could be so you head for his office, you do the same thing and when you find that empty too, you go in and sit down for a few minutes. It's only when you start looking around that you find something on his desk that is out of place so you lean forward to look at it closer, when you see your name you reach out to pick up a colored piece of paper. It's definitely his handwriting and when you open it up you read it...and then re-read it before you let out a sigh. 'Got called to talk to Alex and Niels...call me and act like its important.' You laugh a little and when you fold up the note you see something else written on the back 'Please help me!' and it makes you put your head against the desk because you're laughing a little harder than you need too. You lean back in the chair and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you get to his name and without hesitating you hit the call button and hold it up to your ear. It rings a few times before you hear the other end pick up, you hear him make up some sort of excuse though you can barely hear it because he has his hand over the phone-you can tell from how muffled things sound.
"Yeah...?"
"You're the one who told me to call Sir."
"When did that happen?"
"About the time I decided I didn't really feel like wearing panties today..." You figure it does no harm, he's making it up as he goes anyhow.
There's a long pause. "I see...I'll try to get there as soon as I can."
The line cuts off and you look at your phone for a long time before you let it go dark and put it back in your bag, you wondered how long it would be before he got back, you also wondered if you should actually take the aforementioned panties off or not, you didn't want to be a liar but he'd also not told you that you could take them off either...you knew better. You wonder if you should tell him about your issue...or if you should give it a few more days, you don't want to bring it up if you don't have to but the other part of you feels like he needs to be aware. You let out a deep sigh and pull out a book and your highlighter before moving the chair close to the desk so you can use it, you lay it open and lean your elbow against the edge so that you can lean your head against your hand while you read. It feels like hours go by before you hear the door open and shut and when you look up you see Linton lean against the door with an exasperated look on his face that makes you cock an eyebrow at him, he just shakes his head at you as if he doesn't want you to ask so you don't.
Neither one of you really eats much for lunch since its so late, but you do go outside for a bit to walk around, it helps you get some of the tension out of your system and it calms him down some as well. He doesn't say much until you stop by a bench to sit down, he's been glancing at you oddly and while he doesn't push anything you feel like he wants to ask you something badly. He settles in beside you and leans back so that he's comfortable, putting his arm behind you on the back and looking at you with a curious look on his face.
"So...are you still wanting to see my family?"
You tilt your head at him, "Of course I want to meet them Sir...that's how this works remember?"
"Ok...do you have a passport?"
"...No..."
"Ok...so you need to go to the post office, and apply." You feel him move his hand so that he's rubbing at your shoulder a little, it's a little relaxing so you lean into it a bit. "Get all your documents in order before you do though, makes the whole thing go faster initially...and I figure that even if it takes a few months that still gives you some time before the trip."
"How do you know about all of this...?"
"I get bored..."
"I know Sir..."
He looks at you for a while before he says anything else and you can tell that he knows something is up with you. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"No...I just missed you Sir..."
"Missed you too babygirl...but are you sure that there isn't anything else you want to talk about?"
You chance a look at him and you regret it immediately when you see him staring back, it's like he knows already but he just wants you to say it...like he sees right through you without any issue. "...No sir..."
"I'll put you over my knee in public if you think that you're going to lie to me right now." His voice stays quiet but the tone it takes is enough to make you pull your lip between your teeth out of nervousness, you don't want to but you know what will happen if you don't.
"Sir...do you remember what happened that night with Sara and Simon?"
"Barely...we were all so fucked up..."
"Well..." You aren't sure why you are having trouble saying what you mean but somehow the words just won't come to you, you end up looking at your hands like a child that's been scolded.
"O..."
"I'm...um...I'm late?" You literally can't bring yourself to look at him because you don't want to see what his expression looks like. "And...if it is...you know, I can't remember much about that night."
He's quiet for a long time, and while you don't want to see his face you glance at him anyhow to see a pretty neutral expression...he was very good at that look and it made you feel uneasy that you couldn't read him. "How late?"
"A few days...I wasn't going to say anything...just in case it turned out to be nothing." You pause for a few seconds. "Didn't want to add more stress to things if it wasn't needed Sir..." When he doesn't answer you, you feel the need to fill the silence with an explanation so it pours out of your mouth before you can stop it. "I mean I could just have my dates mixed up, it could be stress, not enough sleep...anything really, I'm sor-"
"Don't..."
"Sir?"
"Don't say sorry..."
"I am though Sir...I don't want to worry you with this if it just turns out to be nothing..."
"No need to apologize though...you don't need the stress either." He puts his free hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. "Besides, if you are, it's not like you got knocked up on your own is it."
"That would make me very talented wouldn't it Sir."
He stops what he was going to say to look at you strangely before the corner of his mouth turns up into a smile and he starts to laugh, you can't help but share in the laughter and for a short time you forget that just seconds ago you told him you possibly could be having a baby in the future. After he calms down a bit he starts to speak, although it holds an amused tone to it. "You know...its funny."
"What is?"
"You being late...Sara is too."
"There is no way..."
"Which means we have a bit of an interesting dilemma don't we..."
"Who's the daddy...times two."
He laughs a little but you can see in his eyes that his mind is racing around...you want so badly to tell him that you're sure that its just stress...but you honestly aren't sure, you've never had this issue before. "No sense in worrying about it until its proven though right?"
"Yes Sir..."
You feel him sit up and pull you back against him into a reassuring hug, you didn't realize how much you'd needed it until he had you wrapped up in his arms. "It doesn't matter to me...if you are..."
You don't know how to answer him so you don't, you just sit there and let yourself practically melt into him.
The rest of your day is literally spent worrying about it, you try your hardest to reassure yourself that it's just stress...that its just something that happens occasionally...but then you think about Sara and it's hard to ignore that something is going on. You were almost willing to bet money you didn't have on the fact that Linton had not gotten off with Sara...not that it wouldn't have been possible, she was very attractive and knew what she was doing whether it was with a man or a woman in your case. They were both very good at sharing but in the end they were both also pretty possessive of what was theirs...so you found it hard to believe that they'd let themselves get so out of their skulls high that they couldn't remember what had happened either. Even after you two had gone back home and you were in your normal spot by his feet with your head against his leg while he tried to make some sort of headway through some of the papers he needed to grade...it was still bothering you despite your best efforts to ignore it. Aside from actually going to sleep with him...this was the second least stressful thing in your life and you actually looked forward to this almost every day, you didn't normally have to worry about anything when you were sitting with him and even though you were mostly at ease, he could sense something was off with you by the way he puts his hand through your hair slowly.
"Stop worrying about it babygirl...it's not worth you being this wound up until something comes of it."
"I'm trying Sir..."
"I know...go to the kitchen and get a chair, bring it in here and sit...maybe helping me will get your mind off of it."
You get up but don't leave immediately, you give him a look which he returns with a hint of amusement before you answer him. "Thank you Sir."
When you come back with a chair and sit down, he pushes some of the papers your way and slides the key between the two of you so you can look at it as well before handing you a pen and going back to what he'd been doing, you get semi comfortable before you start to compare answers. Together it only takes an hour or so to get all of his grading done and after you finish the last one he tosses his pen on the table and leans back in his chair with his eyes shut, hands on his head, you know better than to watch him so you try to keep your eyes down although you already know what the image looks like. He'd succeeded in getting you to forget about it all for a bit and you were much more relaxed when it was all said an done but now that it was done...it started to creep back into your mind. Like he could tell you hear him speak quietly.
"How's studying for exams going?"
"Slow Sir...been having trouble focusing."
"Hm...can't have that..."
"Sir..?"
"Yeah?"
"May I ask...what did they need to talk to you about today?"
He watches you for a minute before moving his hands so that they are both behind his head. "Same bullshit different day really..."
"Those two..."
"They're not saying...but probably."
You can't help the sigh that comes out of your mouth and you hear him chuckle a little. "I'm sorry Sir..."
"It's ok babygirl...I think we've both had a very stressful day and I don' know about you but I am ready to fucking pass out."
"I'd like that Sir...may I come to bed with you Sir?"
"Yes..." He holds out his hand and you take it, standing up and leading you upstairs.
He holds true to his words though, and he manages to take off his shirt before he falls onto his bed face first, he lays like that for a few seconds before he moves his arm out to the side and hits his palm against the bed a few times. You can't help but laugh a little until he points at you and then at the bed before rolling over so he can look at you. You were already pretty naked so you crawl onto the bed and let him pull you up against him, you put your face against his chest and let out a small sigh before feeling yourself relax. He runs his fingers over your back until you can't keep your eyes open anymore and before long you feel yourself slip off into sleep.
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You can tell without her saying a thing that she's stressed beyond belief, her exams were at the beginning of next week and while you had every confidence in her that she would pass easily, she was distracted. The main distractions being studying and thinking she might be pregnant, which were admittedly very distracting things, one of which took away from the other. You feel bad for sort of forcing her to admit it but it really did annoy you a bit when she wouldn't tell you something that was obviously bothering her, you didn't want her thinking that she just couldn't tell you something...even if you couldn't say you were very happy with the idea. You weren't upset but you weren't happy at the prospect, the timing was horrible for both of you and you couldn't even imagine the amount of stress that that baby would have to live through before it was even born...and that was IF she even was. Even so though, you'd acknowledged that you...or Simon...were just as much to blame for it if it was true, you admittedly had started to get lazy in your condom use...partly because it had been spontaneous sex and you hadn't planned on it really, plus the fact it really never could compare with just being skin against skin. Part of you regrets it...but it is a surprisingly small part because a larger part of you is weighing the options. When you wake up the weekend before her exams you are aware that she isn't in bed with you and at first you wonder if she had slept at her dorm that night...to study maybe...but you remember her saying she wasn't feeling too well and you'd told her to go to bed. Admittedly you'd spent a majority of your week in a haze like she had, you were still trying to steel your nerves with the thought of an unplanned child and then having to explain to her mother why your promise of kids was coming a lot sooner than you'd expected...you didn't even want to think about her dad though, or your dad for that matter. You weren't sure how anyone in your family would take it either. Your dad's wife might find it amusing but she'd be the only one probably. Then again you hadn't seen your family in a handful of years, it was just simply too expensive to travel to Sweden that much, but this trip you'd been planning for at least a few years and you had the funds set aside already you just had to wait until the next semester break. The only hang up in this plan would be if she wasn't able to get a passport which you doubted would be a problem, once she got that she was almost entirely golden to go.
You would be lying to yourself horribly if you said that you hadn't at least thought of this scenario once or twice before though, the idea had never struck you as being bad just always at a bad time more or less...you'd tried to mentally prepare yourself for the fact that contraceptive didn't always work and with how rough you both liked to be...you'd always kind of figured it would happen that way. As much as you try to tell yourself it's not the worst thing in the world you still can't get yourself excited for it...after all you have no idea if its real or not and that lead to another thing that bothered you, if it was very real...there was also a pretty real chance that it wasn't yours. You stop yourself right there before you can go off on that tangent and manage to pull yourself out of your thoughts enough to realize you hear some commotion down the hall, you recognize the sound well enough but the bigger question is WHO is making the sound. You drag yourself out of bed and push your door open before you walk down the hall, seeing Simon in the doorway of the bathroom looking like he was going to be the next one sick if the sounds kept up. You stop next to him and glance inside the bathroom feeling a small amount of relief when you see Ophelia is NOT the one currently hanging over the edge of the bathtub, she is however holding Sara's hair back with one hand while the other is rubbing her back in a somewhat calming gesture. You and O share a look before you take hold of Simon's arm and pull him downstairs away from the scene before he starts to puke too, you two needed to talk anyhow...between the two of you surely someone knew what went on that night. When you get him in the kitchen sitting down you cross your arms over your chest and try to think about how to start this conversation, after all it was a little odd to be having this talk with someone you thought of like a brother.
"Is it legit or not?"
Simon puts his hand over his face and shakes his head, he's still trying to not heave. "No idea yet..."
"It's looking pretty real right now wouldn't you think?"
"Very..."
"Do you remember anything from that night or is everyone just drawing a blank on it...because we need to figure this out..."
"About the second J and I was gone..."
"Awesome..." You drop your head and sigh, the only other person would be Sara and you weren't sure what she'd remember or not...you found yourself hoping that O was just late more and more the less you could remember.
"I'm not going to lie though I really don't think...I don't think that O got me...I mean I can't remember 100% or anything but, I think I got close and had to stop."
"If you did I appreciate that."
"We aren't so different, you know that. We're fine with sharing...but its a line we agreed on."
"I'm almost 100% that I didn't finish with Sara...but I guess no one really knows do they...just one big question about who is whose baby daddy..."
You see him wave his hand a bit dismissively. "We've never not been able to remember something if we try hard enough..."
"I literally can't...i've been hoping that O isn't."
"But if she is too? I mean how would she feel about that?"
"I'm not sure..."
"They should probably both get a test...if for no other reason than to rule out that option...for her at least, I'm pretty sure Sara is with all of this..."
You nod, it is a good option and it would take the stress out of waiting for a period that might not come, so when the two girls come downstairs the idea is brought up and neither of them have much issue with the idea, O even looks a little relieved that you and Simon had suggested it.
You and Ophelia volunteer to pick up some things since Sara is not feeling well and Simon doesn't want to leave her alone when she's sick...its not a long walk but it's a very tensely quiet one...it's almost like you both want so badly to just ask all the questions in the world but neither of you make a move to do so. You know that she's nervous and you can't blame her, even you're a bit nervous at this point but you do pretty well with keeping your anxiousness under a cool and collected expression. You're so distracted by your thoughts that you don't think to remind her that she shouldn't walk in front of you, she just wants to get this done and you can't fault her for it, but you reach out and pull her back in line with you which makes her apologize. You shake your head a little and go back to keeping yourself focused, but you slip your arm around her which seems to calm her a bit. It doesn't take long to get to the store and to get what you need before you're both heading back...you notice that she keeps fidgeting a little and glancing at the bag and after about five minutes of it you stop walking and look at her which surprises her.
"Calm down..."
"I can't...it's easier to say it than to do it."
"I'm aware, but wether you are or not we'll find out today...one thing at a time." You jostle the bag a bit. "Just chill out until we get to this first...no sense in getting worked up over it just yet..."
She's quiet for a few minutes before she puts her hands on her head. "I definitely think Sara is though..."
"Yeah...I don't think anyone in the house is debating that one." You offer your hand to her and when she takes it you start walking again. She doesn't seem much more calm but at least she isn't looking at the bag like its the end all of her life.
You and Simon both sit on the couch in silence for what feels like forever...Sara and Ophelia were currently hiding in the bathroom and since you didn't hear any outbursts you assumed they didn't know just yet. Simon breaks the silence after a bit and it pulls you into the present.
"Kind of exciting actually..."
"Which part?"
You feel him shrug more than see it. "All of it..."
You lean you head back against the couch and sigh before you turn your head to look at him, he's not smiling but he's not frowning...he seems like he's accepted what might happen. "Its hard to imagine you with a kid..."
"I'd be good with one..."
"Says the man who patted a baby's head because he wasn't sure what to do..."
"Oh fuck you...like you'd do better."
You go to answer him but realize that you can't rightfully say that you'd be better, you'd never really thought about it. "You know something...you're right..."
"I know I am." He's quiet again for a while before he looks at you with a strange look. "You know what though...maybe it's time..."
"How do you mean?"
"We've been together...God...for years, and we've never had anything like this happen...maybe its the universe." He puts his hands up at the ceiling and you shake your head at him but you don't argue. "What are you plans if O is."
You ponder it for a bit, if she was you'd be looking elsewhere for a job...that would be number one. There was no way you'd be able to support all of you with where you were now...you weren't dumb though, you knew that you'd not be the only one working. Maybe it was a bit traditional of you but if she wanted to you were all for it...you just didn't want her to have too. It wasn't to get confused with that weird notion of you having to be the one that made the money either, you really didn't care who was making the money as long as bills got paid. "Find something better than what I have now...no way three people are going to live off of what i'm making here."
"Once she graduates though..."
"I don't want her to have to...I mean if she wants to then she will, but ideally i'd like for it to be an option not a need."
"You've thought about this haven't you."
You shrug. "With as much rough and brutal sex we have It's hard not to...that and I always thought it would be from contraceptive failure not human stupidity."
"I hear you loud and clear..."
You go to answer him but you get interrupted by the bathroom door opening up, you both lean your heads back so that you can see the two of them, neither one looking to happy. You can feel your stomach tie itself into a painful knot when you can see clearly that O is not relieved looking.
"Well one of you is going to be a daddy..." Sara speaks up but pauses before she looks at Ophelia. "And since I am apparently the only one that can remember half of what happened on the night this all started..."
"I swear to god Sara you are going to give us both heart attacks if you don't just come out with it." You don't often hear Simon sound exasperated but certainly did now.
"Since she isn't...and I know for a fact that Linton didn't even come close to cumming in me...that only leaves you...after that little break you took of course."
You watch Sara walk around to SImon and show him her proof while Ophelia moves to settle quietly beside you, Simon doesn't look like he's processing much at the moment and as he just stares at the tests she's holding you swear that you can see his brain finally starting to catch up and work overtime to try and take it in. All he can manage is a very weak 'really' before you stop paying attention and focus your curiosity and attention on O. You move so that you can pull her half onto you and she doesn't protest at all, she just puts her head against your shoulder and keeps watching them. It's a strange feeling you get from her though, she seems relieved and disappointed at the same time and while you want to ask her why she's feeling like that you don't ask...it isn't the time.
It isn't until Sunday afternoon that you finally feel like things have sunk in enough to ask her about her mixed reactions, you ask her to join you in a shower before you both go to bed, after all tomorrow started her exams and she needed her sleep.She gives you a strange look at first but simply nods her head and gives you a 'yes sir' before she follows you upstairs. You weren't entirely sure why it was...maybe it was because you'd caught that small amount of disappointment on her face when Sara had told Simon the news...you had no ulterior motive to get her in the shower. You just really wanted to be close to her, you wanted to offer her comfort if she needed it, and you wanted to know what was on her mind.
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It's not unusual for him to ask you shower with him really, it usually ends with shower sex which you very much enjoy but somehow you don't feel up to it tonight. You feel emotionally exhausted and you know that it is from a mix of your impending monthly and stress about exams...and to a lesser extent the strange sense of disappointment you felt when you'd seen the bold negative in the bathroom. You weren't about to admit that you felt a bit sad though, it was a relif to know for sure that you weren't...and it really was for the best for both of you. You knew that Linton wasn't ready for kids...hell you weren't even sure you were...there was already so much going on in your life that this would've just broken you so in a way you were happy...and you were certainly happy for Sara and Simon-who was finally being able to wrap his head around it. You follow him upstairs without hesitation and like any other time he's asked you to do this you close the door and start to take your clothes off, you only stop when you notice that he's not doing the same and it makes you look at him strangely but you don't question him. He looks lost in his thoughts, like he has a million things on his mind at once and he isn't sure how to keep his head above the proverbial water. You tilt your head a bit before you pull the elastic out of your hair and keep going until you are totally nude, you walk over to him and start to pull his clothes off before you feel his hands hold onto your wrists to stop you.
"What's wrong Sir?"
You can see him debate shortly before its out of his mouth. "Are you disappointed?"
"With what?"
"Not being..." He doesn't say it but he gestures to your stomach.
"I don't know Sir...in a way I am...but, I also realize that it's for the best right?"
"Right now..."
"Later though..." you feel him let go of you before he starts to undress himself, you watch him for a few seconds before you speak again. "Sir?"
"Hm?"
"Why don't you use condoms much anymore?"
The look on his face says that he's not rightly thought about the why either, "Feels better..."
"It does Sir...but why? If we're trying to avoid all of this..."
He sighs as he undoes his pants and pushes them down. "I don't know...maybe I'm to that point in life that if it happens it happens..."
"And what if it happens the next time...would we be any more ready next time than we are now?" You move so that you can feel his skin against yours, so close that it makes him put his arms around you out of reflex. "I'm not going to lie to you Sir...my clock is ticking...I can feel it...I admit that I'm a little jealous but, as long as I'm in school it's not a good time..."
"There's plenty of time..."
"Not when you hit thirty Daddy...especially in my family. Do you know how many babies my mom lost before she got me?"
"Guess it's a good thing my family has strong swimmers then isn't it..."
You actually laugh, it takes the tenseness out of the conversation and you are thankful for it, but after all the chuckling is done you sigh. "Once you hit thirty it's downhill from there..."
"All the more reason to ditch them then..."
"So it'll be a surprise?"
"I'm full of them."
You just shake your head and let out a sigh before putting your head against his shoulder. "You can't be serious right now..."
"I am very serious. It's not like I haven't thought about it O...I have and honestly if it happens it happens..."
"That's not what you were saying two years ago...."
"Two years ago I wasn't even sure if we'd make it through one year of this..." You can feel him tighten his hold on you just a little before he lets you go and gets under the water, you follow him not too long after and let him do his normal routine in the shower, you stand there and enjoy the warmth. "I'm not saying that I want you to get pregnant like next month or something...but you know what...this time next year you'll be off to better things than this shit hole."
"You say it like you won't be..."
You feel him pull you under the water and get behind you, keeping his arm around you. "Unless I get something good i'm stuck here until they fire me..."
"Until they fire you?"
"Oh...they've been trying forever..."
"I know, you've told me..."
"I might quit..." You feel him put his head against yours. "Finish out your last year and just...I don't know..."
"There have to be jobs..."
"Recommendations are going to be what fucks me though..."
He had a point.
"One thing at a time though..."
You don't answer him but you nod your agreement and lean into him, after all, you had enough to worry about this week already.
If the test hadn't been proof enough your second day of exams proves it to you in a not so subtle way that you are definitely not with child, and all you feel like doing is laying in bed because you are convinced you are actually dying. Once you're tests are over you don't even wait for the ok from Martin you hand over your papers and leave making sure that you shoot a text to Linton because it was out of respect that you wanted him to know you were at home. You figured he'd give you a hard time but you were beyond caring, you had one goal in mind and that was to take your pants off, get comfortable in bed with or without the assistance of a heating pad and hopefully pass out so that you wouldn't have to feel anything for the next few hours. When you finally get to your dorm you are so relieved that your roommate isn't home so you proceed to toss your backpack across the room before making short work of your pants, kicking them off and to the other side of the room as well. You crawl into bed and immediately lay on your side as you feel like someone had just punched you in the gut, you find yourself mumbling how much bullshit this was before you hear your phone go off beside your head. You already know who it is before you even look at the display, you open the message and all it says is to video him which is a little strange but you shrug and do as he asks. You're almost sure that he's got to be in class so you are a bit hesitant but soon enough his end joins the call and you're looking at him, his face is a little unreadable though. You know that he's not looking directly at you but it feels like he is, right through you really and you feel your stomach twist a bit. You see his lips curl up slightly before he shakes his head at you.
"I don't want you to think you're off the hook just because of your visitor."
"I know better Sir..."
"Must be bad though if you're in your dorm..."
"It's pretty bad Daddy..."
"I can see that babygirl..." He pauses and glances up over his phone for a few seconds before he looks back at you again.
"A...are you in the middle of class Sir?"
"Exams...literally the biggest waste of my day aside from orientation."
You see him turn the phone around a little and you see the classroom about half full of people with their heads in their hands concentrating as hard as they can...wether its on the test or trying to ignore their teacher making comments about his girlfriend's period you weren't sure. Either way when he turns the phone back around you can see his head on his hand, he is obviously bored out of his mind and you really wish that there was something you could do to keep him occupied...and then an idea pops into your head.
You didn't have the biggest chest in the world...as a matter of fact it was a lot smaller than some of the others around your size...but when it was that time they always swelled up a bit though thankfully it was never painful. You see him look off in the distance again and make that quick decision in your mind before he can look back. You pull your tank top down in the front enough that it just barely covers you and you make sure that when he looks back he can see almost everything...but not quite. When he comes back to you, you can see it in his eyes by the slight change in color...other than that though he has a completely stoic face, when he talks his voice is quiet out of respect for everyone else in the room with him.
"Starting things you can't finish again..."
"Oh Daddy...I intend to finish you." You move slightly and the way that your arms are pushes your breasts together more and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. "When are your exams over?"
"Not soon enough..."
You smile at him, true as it was that you were out of commision so to speak...you were still able to please him and that was what you did all the other times...and when you were over this he usually repaid the enthusiasm in kind. "You're right Sir...it's not soon enough.."
You see him glance over his phone again before he looks back at you. "Rest up little girl...I'll be seeing you later." He gives you what you can only describe as a boyish smile before his end goes dark and you are left shaking your head at it. Truthfully it really doesn't take long for you to feel your eyes get heavy once you put your phone down and before long you fall into a strange half sleep in which you are very aware of your roommate coming home for a bit then leaving again, your phone going off a few times and the assholes downstairs blaring their music as loud as they possibly can. When you wake yourself up again, you are a little annoyed to find that you still feel grumpy although you aren't in as much pain...you'd only been asleep for maybe two hours but it was more than enough you supposed. You pick up your phone and go through the two missed calls and five messages you'd slept though and while one of them is your mom asking how things are going the others are numbers you can't say you recognize. The messages are blank and the missed calls only left about five seconds on silence before hanging up on your voicemail...if you were a different person you were sure that you'd be freaking out a bit but you couldn't find the energy to care. There were only a few downsides to that time of the month for you...you had horrible mood swings, painful cramps and you were almost insatiably in the mood with little option of taking care of it. You supposed that you really could though...it had never been brought up before and it wasn't like you'd never heard of people doing it...still though, you intended to suffer for a few days in the hopes that once you were done Daddy would give you back every bit of pleasure you gave him.
U.u Continued in pt 2 I guess. >,
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Standard
Notes: none
Warnings: none
The winter break goes by quickly and admittedly you don't look forward to going back, you would rather have spent your time where you had the last part of your break...getting fucked and getting cuddled. Unfortunately you both had to go back, and that Monday morning you both were dragging ass, you had managed to get yourself up and dressed before you met Sara downstairs and the two of you proceeded to set up things so that everyone could grab and go. It was how your mornings were at their house and you enjoyed the repetition in some ways, it was a routine and you'd gotten used to those. Linton and Simon were not morning people and even though you and Sara weren't necessarily morning people you handled it better than the guys did. It only took you maybe a half hour of being up to be awake and it took Sara some food, it took Simon food and about one and a half cups of coffee to not be grumpy and it took Linton anywhere from two to three cups of coffee with or without food and maybe an hour or so of being up and around to not be grumpy all morning if he didn't wake up on his own. When he woke up on his own, like on the weekends or like he had on break he only needed maybe one cup to get himself kickstarted. That Monday had sucked though, even you and Sara were having a hard time getting yourselves started and when the guys came downstairs in a zombie like daze seeking coffee...the two of you were right behind them. Another thing that had started in the morning...and quite frankly you enjoyed it, was getting a pretty good spanking before you left, you couldn't remember what he'd called it but you actually did look forward to it, it was strangely something you liked because it was good for both of you, it was a reminder to you to behave-which you'd have most of the morning depending on how red he would make your skin-and let him know that you were under his authority, the other reason you looked forward to them was that his authority turned you on immensely. The punishment at your parents' had been exactly that push that you'd needed and while it took a little bit to think through it, you found that considering how you two were...you had pushed him and he'd corrected and you couldn't be angry over that. So most mornings if time allowed, you would lay over his lap and he'd give you some pretty good swats and go about your day, you enjoyed it though and he knew that so even if the spankings weren't exactly what he'd meant them to be they still were pretty damn effective in keeping you in line.
You had also found out just how far you could push him without getting in trouble and it was nice to know that he didn't hate playful teasing on your part, he actually liked it as long as it wasn't being a blatant brat. You were curious how that would play out at school though, since everyone already knew about you two it probably wouldn't be too far fetched to see one of you moving just a little more provocatively or looking at the other a little longer than necessary...but you weren't sure if he'd be receptive to it at work. When you all leave that morning you watch Simon and Sara fall into step in front of you and Linton, he has arm behind your back with his hand in your back pocket and he looks like he could give two fucks about who saw it either, you glance at him for a few seconds before you speak up.
"Daddy?"
"Hm?"
"What...can I do and not do while we're at work and in class, I'm a bit unclear Sir."
He seems to think about it for a few seconds before smiling a bit. "You know how to behave babygirl...all I ask is that when we're having class you really behave. You're still a student and you need to take your classes seriously."
It seems simple enough so you nod a little before you answer. "I can do that Sir..."
"Gonna get good grades and make me proud of you?" He gives your backside a squeeze.
"Very proud Daddy."
"Good..."
You forget for a few seconds that you're going into a figurative war zone and smile but it's short lived when you see Simon and Sara give each other a short kiss and split off in their respective directions, you and Linton keep walking towards the science building which has a group of new faces that look lost. You almost forget that you are not only in his end of year classes but you are also his TA and the fact that you'll be seeing these new faces makes you feel just the tiniest bit nervous...and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"Sir...I don't start classes with you until...just before March right?"
"Yeah..."
"So when will I have to perform the TA duties with them, if I may ask Sir..."
"Well this college has weird dates...your class started in spring. You'll take your junior exams sometime this month also...so after that, probably around mid-March you'll start your senior classes. Which means that you will be in my class and you will be helping me."
"Does administration know that Sir?"
"I don't really give a fuck if they do or not...there isn't much choice if you want to graduate with a degree in my area." He stops walking for a few moments to look for any bikes or people before he starts up again crossing the small roadway to the front of the building. "Besides...I think we do ok with keeping things quiet."
"I do too Sir..."
"Better get going though...can't have you be late to a class because of me."
You go to walk away but get pulled back against him and you go to question him but stop when you feel him put his arms around your waist and lean down to give you a kiss. You don't fight it or feel awkward about it being in public although it is a kiss that probably shouldn't have been in public around students but you didn't care much. You put your hands on his arms and lean up into it after a few seconds before he pulls back and lets you go with a small smack on your ass, you can't help the small smile you have plastered on your face either, despite the fact that all these people had just seen it, and maybe that was a reason why in and of itself.
For some reason that you weren't entirely sure of...it was required that you take Psychology which you could understand you supposed...but you were left with an open spot for any other class that you had wanted. You were essentially going to be seeing a lot of Linton, Simon and Martin your last year here and that was just fine with you but it was a hard choice to decide what that extra class would be. After some deliberation and maybe some help from Linton in the form of talking after a particularly rough night...you had settled on philosophy, which meant that for a small period of time you'd be picking at Mr. Forge's brain. He was friends with Simon and Linton and that made you wonder what kind of life he was hiding under the appearance of plainness. You don't ponder on it too much though, once you start walking through the hall on your way to Martin's class you get back into your studying mindset and find that you tune out almost everything around you. You feel different though you aren't sure how exactly, you still feel like the same person but there is something...and it hits you when you walk past Gunner and Rob without even acknowledging their presence that you know what might have changed. The time you'd spent with him over the break had been invaluable, every encounter you'd had with him, the foursome in the hotel, the punishment, the spankings, the talking and the unbelievable amount of sex had you feeling more than confidant enough that you didn't care what other people were thinking. It was in your head that there was only one person's opinion of you that really mattered and it was very freeing in a way to know that you were desired in so many ways by one person. You could even say that you felt invincible but that might have been pushing it a bit, though even with him not being with you all the time you still felt like he was because you had the constant reminder of who you belonged to around your neck and your wrist. And that was it, you belonged to him and you enjoyed every part of it. If you'd have gone back and told your younger self that you'd be doing what you were now she'd have laughed at you and said it sounded horrible to always be under someone's thumb...because to the outside world you were sure thats what it seemed like. Like you were being forced to do the things that you were doing...you never in a thousand years would have thought that you'd be willingly submitting yourself entirely to someone but here you were.
You sit down in the back and get out your things before you wait for Martin to start up his class, you find yourself playing with the small snake charm on your bracelet and wondering about everything from how you would do on your exams to when-and if-you would get to see Linton today, there were quite a few days last year that you hadn't gotten to see him at all until his office hours were over and it was frustrating because you enjoyed talking with him during the day...even if it was about nothing interesting. You want to say that he enjoys it too because there is always something in his eyes that says he does, at the heart of all of the power play it really was just two people that enjoyed being around each other. In your time with him you'd learned that it wasn't always about sex and when it was it wasn't always kink and play...sometimes it was slow and playful which had surprised you at first but after years together and understanding more of what this dynamic you two had was...it made sense. You start to think back on the amount of time you'd spent in the bedroom with him and you have to bite your lip and try to curb the thoughts before you get yourself into trouble.You get pulled out of your thoughts when you feel like someone is looking at you so you turn in the direction of the feeling and find Gunner blatantly staring, you look at him for a long moment before raising your eyebrows at him and mouthing a quiet 'what' in his direction before he narrows his eyes and turns back around. You feel your eyes narrow back at him even though he's not looking anymore, some days you really wanted to punch him in the throat but since it wasn't exactly behavior expected of you, you just try to let it go and concentrate when you see Martin stand up and close the door to the room.
The entire class was pretty easy, mostly note taking for you...the most annoying part of the class being that Rob and Gunner kept looking back in your direction and it started to get annoying, so you tried to focus on your notes and highlighting things in your book as opposed to getting into a staring contest with the two of them. You only had maybe two classes with them not including lab time which was going to be making up a lot of your year, unfortunately both of them had managed to stay in the classes and sure enough you would be seeing them during your time. The only saving grace was that you were Linton's TA and that meant that you would be helping him directly and helping him help other students if it was needed. After some of the things that Rob had been threatened with he knew to stay his distance but Gunner was something entirely different. It was really no secret that he was riding on his dad's money and the fact that his dad made huge donations to the school kept him in his classes despite failing most of them with his blatant idiocy. It made you angry though, in a small way it was jealousy but only because of the money issue...you had written your heart out in countless essays in an attempt to gain scholarships so that you could even afford to finish your undergrad and when you'd graduated then...you'd spent hours upon hours, days on days writing out even more essays and keeping your GPA's up so that you could soften the blow of how much this would cost. From the weeks just before high school graduation up until not even that long ago...you had quite literally worked your ass off to scrape together what little money you could, earn your scholarships, get what grants you could...and even then you'd still had to take out a loan although the amount had been much less than you had thought it would be. You had had to take an entrance exam that had made your head hurt for days afterwards...Gunner had had to push the door open. You realize that you've been zoning out, looking at your highlighter like it was the most interesting thing in the world, before you put it down and sigh, your mind is just simply elsewhere today and while you know you understand the material and it's not an issue...you feel bad for not paying attention so you try to focus. Between the looks and the blatant lack of interest you resign yourself to trying to at least make your zoning useful by going over what would be on your exams. Linton had been right, this school had a very strange school year which started fairly early, you had started in February or March three years ago, putting your summer breaks around July or August and your winter breaks around November or December. You really didn't feel like trying to piece it all together...all you knew was that you had one more year, and by this time next year you were hoping to be done with this place. You hadn't really thought about what you were going to do afterwards though.
As far as jobs went you had no idea of what you even were going to try and go for, you didn't know where to start but you supposed you could always ask Linton for advice with that if it came down to it, and speaking of him, you didn't know what the plans were when you were out of school either. You didn't have a doubt in your mind that he wasn't going to continue to see you, spending the time at your parents' had painted a very clear picture of where he saw himself with you and it was reassuring to know that he'd be a constant even after all of this blew over. If you were being honest you didn't think you could imagine yourself with out him at this point, you really didn't want to, you did think about where you'd both be a few years from now though. Would he still be here teaching or would he move on to something he liked better, would you two be living in the same town? Would you have a job in your field or would you be finding something else to make the ends meet...would you two still be like you were now? It was a lot of questions, some of which you weren't sure you wanted an answer to in all honesty. One of the big ones that had been bothering you-at least lately-was if you two would have any kids in the near future...it seemed a little odd to worry about but after the hotel, you'd noticed he'd gotten a bit lax in wanting to wear any kind of protection and you had told him a while ago that you never had reacted well to the pill. If you were being totally up front with yourself you were half expecting it. You hadn't felt the need to bring it up just yet but you'd been late, which wasn't unheard of by any means, you were under a ton of stress and it very well could have been that you were late because of it, it could have also been that you were off on your dates too. You were a little worried in the back of your mind though...Simon and Sara had joined you two again not long after you had all come home from your parents, and it had been such a blur. You had been so out of your mind-as had everyone else for that matter-on weed and god knew what else Simon had brought back to the house that you weren't entirely sure who got off with who. You mentally cringe at your own words because it sounds so much worse than it really was, but you were sure of one thing...you knew for a fact that Linton had finished with you...you weren't entirely sure about Simon though because he'd had to take a small break before he got to Sara. You put your head in your hand and try to skim through your book but your mind is racing with other thoughts, if you were...it was literally a 50/50 chance at who was really the dad at that point unless you could somehow remember what had exactly happened. You also had no idea if you were going to say anything to Linton unless you found out for sure...there was no sense in bringing on that news, and not knowing how he'd react to it. You really hoped that he'd not freak out over it...but part of you didn't think he'd handle the news very well if it was indeed true. You get pulled out of your thoughts by Martin waving his hand between your face and your book and at first it makes you jump but when you realize that the room is almost entirely empty aside from a few other students and you, you apologize and go to start packing your things up.
"Been spacing out almost the whole class...something you want to talk about?"
You look at him for a long moment before you shake your head. "No...just have a lot on my mind is all, thank you though Sir."
"Anytime...just try not to make a habit of it ok?"
"Promise." You give him a smile before you shove the last of your books into your backpack and stand up to leave.
You glance at the time and wonder if it is too far fetched to hope he has time to eat with you for a bit, and for a few seconds you debate whether or not you want to see, because if he's with a class you're certainly not going to interrupt him but if he wasn't...even the smallest bit of time during the day made you feel a little better as almost painfully sad as it was. The breaks had spoiled you a bit with how much time you'd spent with him...and now you missed it. You practically meander down the hall until you get by his classroom door and notice that its closed but not all the way, you open it just the slightest so that you can peek inside. You see the room is empty and let out a sigh of relief before you pull the door open and stand there in the doorway for a few seconds with a hand on your hip. The room is entirely empty...and while you feel a little disappointed you know there are only so many places he could be so you head for his office, you do the same thing and when you find that empty too, you go in and sit down for a few minutes. It's only when you start looking around that you find something on his desk that is out of place so you lean forward to look at it closer, when you see your name you reach out to pick up a colored piece of paper. It's definitely his handwriting and when you open it up you read it...and then re-read it before you let out a sigh. 'Got called to talk to Alex and Niels...call me and act like its important.' You laugh a little and when you fold up the note you see something else written on the back 'Please help me!' and it makes you put your head against the desk because you're laughing a little harder than you need too. You lean back in the chair and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you get to his name and without hesitating you hit the call button and hold it up to your ear. It rings a few times before you hear the other end pick up, you hear him make up some sort of excuse though you can barely hear it because he has his hand over the phone-you can tell from how muffled things sound.
"Yeah...?"
"You're the one who told me to call Sir."
"When did that happen?"
"About the time I decided I didn't really feel like wearing panties today..." You figure it does no harm, he's making it up as he goes anyhow.
There's a long pause. "I see...I'll try to get there as soon as I can."
The line cuts off and you look at your phone for a long time before you let it go dark and put it back in your bag, you wondered how long it would be before he got back, you also wondered if you should actually take the aforementioned panties off or not, you didn't want to be a liar but he'd also not told you that you could take them off either...you knew better. You wonder if you should tell him about your issue...or if you should give it a few more days, you don't want to bring it up if you don't have to but the other part of you feels like he needs to be aware. You let out a deep sigh and pull out a book and your highlighter before moving the chair close to the desk so you can use it, you lay it open and lean your elbow against the edge so that you can lean your head against your hand while you read. It feels like hours go by before you hear the door open and shut and when you look up you see Linton lean against the door with an exasperated look on his face that makes you cock an eyebrow at him, he just shakes his head at you as if he doesn't want you to ask so you don't.
Neither one of you really eats much for lunch since its so late, but you do go outside for a bit to walk around, it helps you get some of the tension out of your system and it calms him down some as well. He doesn't say much until you stop by a bench to sit down, he's been glancing at you oddly and while he doesn't push anything you feel like he wants to ask you something badly. He settles in beside you and leans back so that he's comfortable, putting his arm behind you on the back and looking at you with a curious look on his face.
"So...are you still wanting to see my family?"
You tilt your head at him, "Of course I want to meet them Sir...that's how this works remember?"
"Ok...do you have a passport?"
"...No..."
"Ok...so you need to go to the post office, and apply." You feel him move his hand so that he's rubbing at your shoulder a little, it's a little relaxing so you lean into it a bit. "Get all your documents in order before you do though, makes the whole thing go faster initially...and I figure that even if it takes a few months that still gives you some time before the trip."
"How do you know about all of this...?"
"I get bored..."
"I know Sir..."
He looks at you for a while before he says anything else and you can tell that he knows something is up with you. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"No...I just missed you Sir..."
"Missed you too babygirl...but are you sure that there isn't anything else you want to talk about?"
You chance a look at him and you regret it immediately when you see him staring back, it's like he knows already but he just wants you to say it...like he sees right through you without any issue. "...No sir..."
"I'll put you over my knee in public if you think that you're going to lie to me right now." His voice stays quiet but the tone it takes is enough to make you pull your lip between your teeth out of nervousness, you don't want to but you know what will happen if you don't.
"Sir...do you remember what happened that night with Sara and Simon?"
"Barely...we were all so fucked up..."
"Well..." You aren't sure why you are having trouble saying what you mean but somehow the words just won't come to you, you end up looking at your hands like a child that's been scolded.
"O..."
"I'm...um...I'm late?" You literally can't bring yourself to look at him because you don't want to see what his expression looks like. "And...if it is...you know, I can't remember much about that night."
He's quiet for a long time, and while you don't want to see his face you glance at him anyhow to see a pretty neutral expression...he was very good at that look and it made you feel uneasy that you couldn't read him. "How late?"
"A few days...I wasn't going to say anything...just in case it turned out to be nothing." You pause for a few seconds. "Didn't want to add more stress to things if it wasn't needed Sir..." When he doesn't answer you, you feel the need to fill the silence with an explanation so it pours out of your mouth before you can stop it. "I mean I could just have my dates mixed up, it could be stress, not enough sleep...anything really, I'm sor-"
"Don't..."
"Sir?"
"Don't say sorry..."
"I am though Sir...I don't want to worry you with this if it just turns out to be nothing..."
"No need to apologize though...you don't need the stress either." He puts his free hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. "Besides, if you are, it's not like you got knocked up on your own is it."
"That would make me very talented wouldn't it Sir."
He stops what he was going to say to look at you strangely before the corner of his mouth turns up into a smile and he starts to laugh, you can't help but share in the laughter and for a short time you forget that just seconds ago you told him you possibly could be having a baby in the future. After he calms down a bit he starts to speak, although it holds an amused tone to it. "You know...its funny."
"What is?"
"You being late...Sara is too."
"There is no way..."
"Which means we have a bit of an interesting dilemma don't we..."
"Who's the daddy...times two."
He laughs a little but you can see in his eyes that his mind is racing around...you want so badly to tell him that you're sure that its just stress...but you honestly aren't sure, you've never had this issue before. "No sense in worrying about it until its proven though right?"
"Yes Sir..."
You feel him sit up and pull you back against him into a reassuring hug, you didn't realize how much you'd needed it until he had you wrapped up in his arms. "It doesn't matter to me...if you are..."
You don't know how to answer him so you don't, you just sit there and let yourself practically melt into him.
The rest of your day is literally spent worrying about it, you try your hardest to reassure yourself that it's just stress...that its just something that happens occasionally...but then you think about Sara and it's hard to ignore that something is going on. You were almost willing to bet money you didn't have on the fact that Linton had not gotten off with Sara...not that it wouldn't have been possible, she was very attractive and knew what she was doing whether it was with a man or a woman in your case. They were both very good at sharing but in the end they were both also pretty possessive of what was theirs...so you found it hard to believe that they'd let themselves get so out of their skulls high that they couldn't remember what had happened either. Even after you two had gone back home and you were in your normal spot by his feet with your head against his leg while he tried to make some sort of headway through some of the papers he needed to grade...it was still bothering you despite your best efforts to ignore it. Aside from actually going to sleep with him...this was the second least stressful thing in your life and you actually looked forward to this almost every day, you didn't normally have to worry about anything when you were sitting with him and even though you were mostly at ease, he could sense something was off with you by the way he puts his hand through your hair slowly.
"Stop worrying about it babygirl...it's not worth you being this wound up until something comes of it."
"I'm trying Sir..."
"I know...go to the kitchen and get a chair, bring it in here and sit...maybe helping me will get your mind off of it."
You get up but don't leave immediately, you give him a look which he returns with a hint of amusement before you answer him. "Thank you Sir."
When you come back with a chair and sit down, he pushes some of the papers your way and slides the key between the two of you so you can look at it as well before handing you a pen and going back to what he'd been doing, you get semi comfortable before you start to compare answers. Together it only takes an hour or so to get all of his grading done and after you finish the last one he tosses his pen on the table and leans back in his chair with his eyes shut, hands on his head, you know better than to watch him so you try to keep your eyes down although you already know what the image looks like. He'd succeeded in getting you to forget about it all for a bit and you were much more relaxed when it was all said an done but now that it was done...it started to creep back into your mind. Like he could tell you hear him speak quietly.
"How's studying for exams going?"
"Slow Sir...been having trouble focusing."
"Hm...can't have that..."
"Sir..?"
"Yeah?"
"May I ask...what did they need to talk to you about today?"
He watches you for a minute before moving his hands so that they are both behind his head. "Same bullshit different day really..."
"Those two..."
"They're not saying...but probably."
You can't help the sigh that comes out of your mouth and you hear him chuckle a little. "I'm sorry Sir..."
"It's ok babygirl...I think we've both had a very stressful day and I don' know about you but I am ready to fucking pass out."
"I'd like that Sir...may I come to bed with you Sir?"
"Yes..." He holds out his hand and you take it, standing up and leading you upstairs.
He holds true to his words though, and he manages to take off his shirt before he falls onto his bed face first, he lays like that for a few seconds before he moves his arm out to the side and hits his palm against the bed a few times. You can't help but laugh a little until he points at you and then at the bed before rolling over so he can look at you. You were already pretty naked so you crawl onto the bed and let him pull you up against him, you put your face against his chest and let out a small sigh before feeling yourself relax. He runs his fingers over your back until you can't keep your eyes open anymore and before long you feel yourself slip off into sleep.
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You can tell without her saying a thing that she's stressed beyond belief, her exams were at the beginning of next week and while you had every confidence in her that she would pass easily, she was distracted. The main distractions being studying and thinking she might be pregnant, which were admittedly very distracting things, one of which took away from the other. You feel bad for sort of forcing her to admit it but it really did annoy you a bit when she wouldn't tell you something that was obviously bothering her, you didn't want her thinking that she just couldn't tell you something...even if you couldn't say you were very happy with the idea. You weren't upset but you weren't happy at the prospect, the timing was horrible for both of you and you couldn't even imagine the amount of stress that that baby would have to live through before it was even born...and that was IF she even was. Even so though, you'd acknowledged that you...or Simon...were just as much to blame for it if it was true, you admittedly had started to get lazy in your condom use...partly because it had been spontaneous sex and you hadn't planned on it really, plus the fact it really never could compare with just being skin against skin. Part of you regrets it...but it is a surprisingly small part because a larger part of you is weighing the options. When you wake up the weekend before her exams you are aware that she isn't in bed with you and at first you wonder if she had slept at her dorm that night...to study maybe...but you remember her saying she wasn't feeling too well and you'd told her to go to bed. Admittedly you'd spent a majority of your week in a haze like she had, you were still trying to steel your nerves with the thought of an unplanned child and then having to explain to her mother why your promise of kids was coming a lot sooner than you'd expected...you didn't even want to think about her dad though, or your dad for that matter. You weren't sure how anyone in your family would take it either. Your dad's wife might find it amusing but she'd be the only one probably. Then again you hadn't seen your family in a handful of years, it was just simply too expensive to travel to Sweden that much, but this trip you'd been planning for at least a few years and you had the funds set aside already you just had to wait until the next semester break. The only hang up in this plan would be if she wasn't able to get a passport which you doubted would be a problem, once she got that she was almost entirely golden to go.
You would be lying to yourself horribly if you said that you hadn't at least thought of this scenario once or twice before though, the idea had never struck you as being bad just always at a bad time more or less...you'd tried to mentally prepare yourself for the fact that contraceptive didn't always work and with how rough you both liked to be...you'd always kind of figured it would happen that way. As much as you try to tell yourself it's not the worst thing in the world you still can't get yourself excited for it...after all you have no idea if its real or not and that lead to another thing that bothered you, if it was very real...there was also a pretty real chance that it wasn't yours. You stop yourself right there before you can go off on that tangent and manage to pull yourself out of your thoughts enough to realize you hear some commotion down the hall, you recognize the sound well enough but the bigger question is WHO is making the sound. You drag yourself out of bed and push your door open before you walk down the hall, seeing Simon in the doorway of the bathroom looking like he was going to be the next one sick if the sounds kept up. You stop next to him and glance inside the bathroom feeling a small amount of relief when you see Ophelia is NOT the one currently hanging over the edge of the bathtub, she is however holding Sara's hair back with one hand while the other is rubbing her back in a somewhat calming gesture. You and O share a look before you take hold of Simon's arm and pull him downstairs away from the scene before he starts to puke too, you two needed to talk anyhow...between the two of you surely someone knew what went on that night. When you get him in the kitchen sitting down you cross your arms over your chest and try to think about how to start this conversation, after all it was a little odd to be having this talk with someone you thought of like a brother.
"Is it legit or not?"
Simon puts his hand over his face and shakes his head, he's still trying to not heave. "No idea yet..."
"It's looking pretty real right now wouldn't you think?"
"Very..."
"Do you remember anything from that night or is everyone just drawing a blank on it...because we need to figure this out..."
"About the second J and I was gone..."
"Awesome..." You drop your head and sigh, the only other person would be Sara and you weren't sure what she'd remember or not...you found yourself hoping that O was just late more and more the less you could remember.
"I'm not going to lie though I really don't think...I don't think that O got me...I mean I can't remember 100% or anything but, I think I got close and had to stop."
"If you did I appreciate that."
"We aren't so different, you know that. We're fine with sharing...but its a line we agreed on."
"I'm almost 100% that I didn't finish with Sara...but I guess no one really knows do they...just one big question about who is whose baby daddy..."
You see him wave his hand a bit dismissively. "We've never not been able to remember something if we try hard enough..."
"I literally can't...i've been hoping that O isn't."
"But if she is too? I mean how would she feel about that?"
"I'm not sure..."
"They should probably both get a test...if for no other reason than to rule out that option...for her at least, I'm pretty sure Sara is with all of this..."
You nod, it is a good option and it would take the stress out of waiting for a period that might not come, so when the two girls come downstairs the idea is brought up and neither of them have much issue with the idea, O even looks a little relieved that you and Simon had suggested it.
You and Ophelia volunteer to pick up some things since Sara is not feeling well and Simon doesn't want to leave her alone when she's sick...its not a long walk but it's a very tensely quiet one...it's almost like you both want so badly to just ask all the questions in the world but neither of you make a move to do so. You know that she's nervous and you can't blame her, even you're a bit nervous at this point but you do pretty well with keeping your anxiousness under a cool and collected expression. You're so distracted by your thoughts that you don't think to remind her that she shouldn't walk in front of you, she just wants to get this done and you can't fault her for it, but you reach out and pull her back in line with you which makes her apologize. You shake your head a little and go back to keeping yourself focused, but you slip your arm around her which seems to calm her a bit. It doesn't take long to get to the store and to get what you need before you're both heading back...you notice that she keeps fidgeting a little and glancing at the bag and after about five minutes of it you stop walking and look at her which surprises her.
"Calm down..."
"I can't...it's easier to say it than to do it."
"I'm aware, but wether you are or not we'll find out today...one thing at a time." You jostle the bag a bit. "Just chill out until we get to this first...no sense in getting worked up over it just yet..."
She's quiet for a few minutes before she puts her hands on her head. "I definitely think Sara is though..."
"Yeah...I don't think anyone in the house is debating that one." You offer your hand to her and when she takes it you start walking again. She doesn't seem much more calm but at least she isn't looking at the bag like its the end all of her life.
You and Simon both sit on the couch in silence for what feels like forever...Sara and Ophelia were currently hiding in the bathroom and since you didn't hear any outbursts you assumed they didn't know just yet. Simon breaks the silence after a bit and it pulls you into the present.
"Kind of exciting actually..."
"Which part?"
You feel him shrug more than see it. "All of it..."
You lean you head back against the couch and sigh before you turn your head to look at him, he's not smiling but he's not frowning...he seems like he's accepted what might happen. "Its hard to imagine you with a kid..."
"I'd be good with one..."
"Says the man who patted a baby's head because he wasn't sure what to do..."
"Oh fuck you...like you'd do better."
You go to answer him but realize that you can't rightfully say that you'd be better, you'd never really thought about it. "You know something...you're right..."
"I know I am." He's quiet again for a while before he looks at you with a strange look. "You know what though...maybe it's time..."
"How do you mean?"
"We've been together...God...for years, and we've never had anything like this happen...maybe its the universe." He puts his hands up at the ceiling and you shake your head at him but you don't argue. "What are you plans if O is."
You ponder it for a bit, if she was you'd be looking elsewhere for a job...that would be number one. There was no way you'd be able to support all of you with where you were now...you weren't dumb though, you knew that you'd not be the only one working. Maybe it was a bit traditional of you but if she wanted to you were all for it...you just didn't want her to have too. It wasn't to get confused with that weird notion of you having to be the one that made the money either, you really didn't care who was making the money as long as bills got paid. "Find something better than what I have now...no way three people are going to live off of what i'm making here."
"Once she graduates though..."
"I don't want her to have to...I mean if she wants to then she will, but ideally i'd like for it to be an option not a need."
"You've thought about this haven't you."
You shrug. "With as much rough and brutal sex we have It's hard not to...that and I always thought it would be from contraceptive failure not human stupidity."
"I hear you loud and clear..."
You go to answer him but you get interrupted by the bathroom door opening up, you both lean your heads back so that you can see the two of them, neither one looking to happy. You can feel your stomach tie itself into a painful knot when you can see clearly that O is not relieved looking.
"Well one of you is going to be a daddy..." Sara speaks up but pauses before she looks at Ophelia. "And since I am apparently the only one that can remember half of what happened on the night this all started..."
"I swear to god Sara you are going to give us both heart attacks if you don't just come out with it." You don't often hear Simon sound exasperated but certainly did now.
"Since she isn't...and I know for a fact that Linton didn't even come close to cumming in me...that only leaves you...after that little break you took of course."
You watch Sara walk around to SImon and show him her proof while Ophelia moves to settle quietly beside you, Simon doesn't look like he's processing much at the moment and as he just stares at the tests she's holding you swear that you can see his brain finally starting to catch up and work overtime to try and take it in. All he can manage is a very weak 'really' before you stop paying attention and focus your curiosity and attention on O. You move so that you can pull her half onto you and she doesn't protest at all, she just puts her head against your shoulder and keeps watching them. It's a strange feeling you get from her though, she seems relieved and disappointed at the same time and while you want to ask her why she's feeling like that you don't ask...it isn't the time.
It isn't until Sunday afternoon that you finally feel like things have sunk in enough to ask her about her mixed reactions, you ask her to join you in a shower before you both go to bed, after all tomorrow started her exams and she needed her sleep.She gives you a strange look at first but simply nods her head and gives you a 'yes sir' before she follows you upstairs. You weren't entirely sure why it was...maybe it was because you'd caught that small amount of disappointment on her face when Sara had told Simon the news...you had no ulterior motive to get her in the shower. You just really wanted to be close to her, you wanted to offer her comfort if she needed it, and you wanted to know what was on her mind.
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It's not unusual for him to ask you shower with him really, it usually ends with shower sex which you very much enjoy but somehow you don't feel up to it tonight. You feel emotionally exhausted and you know that it is from a mix of your impending monthly and stress about exams...and to a lesser extent the strange sense of disappointment you felt when you'd seen the bold negative in the bathroom. You weren't about to admit that you felt a bit sad though, it was a relif to know for sure that you weren't...and it really was for the best for both of you. You knew that Linton wasn't ready for kids...hell you weren't even sure you were...there was already so much going on in your life that this would've just broken you so in a way you were happy...and you were certainly happy for Sara and Simon-who was finally being able to wrap his head around it. You follow him upstairs without hesitation and like any other time he's asked you to do this you close the door and start to take your clothes off, you only stop when you notice that he's not doing the same and it makes you look at him strangely but you don't question him. He looks lost in his thoughts, like he has a million things on his mind at once and he isn't sure how to keep his head above the proverbial water. You tilt your head a bit before you pull the elastic out of your hair and keep going until you are totally nude, you walk over to him and start to pull his clothes off before you feel his hands hold onto your wrists to stop you.
"What's wrong Sir?"
You can see him debate shortly before its out of his mouth. "Are you disappointed?"
"With what?"
"Not being..." He doesn't say it but he gestures to your stomach.
"I don't know Sir...in a way I am...but, I also realize that it's for the best right?"
"Right now..."
"Later though..." you feel him let go of you before he starts to undress himself, you watch him for a few seconds before you speak again. "Sir?"
"Hm?"
"Why don't you use condoms much anymore?"
The look on his face says that he's not rightly thought about the why either, "Feels better..."
"It does Sir...but why? If we're trying to avoid all of this..."
He sighs as he undoes his pants and pushes them down. "I don't know...maybe I'm to that point in life that if it happens it happens..."
"And what if it happens the next time...would we be any more ready next time than we are now?" You move so that you can feel his skin against yours, so close that it makes him put his arms around you out of reflex. "I'm not going to lie to you Sir...my clock is ticking...I can feel it...I admit that I'm a little jealous but, as long as I'm in school it's not a good time..."
"There's plenty of time..."
"Not when you hit thirty Daddy...especially in my family. Do you know how many babies my mom lost before she got me?"
"Guess it's a good thing my family has strong swimmers then isn't it..."
You actually laugh, it takes the tenseness out of the conversation and you are thankful for it, but after all the chuckling is done you sigh. "Once you hit thirty it's downhill from there..."
"All the more reason to ditch them then..."
"So it'll be a surprise?"
"I'm full of them."
You just shake your head and let out a sigh before putting your head against his shoulder. "You can't be serious right now..."
"I am very serious. It's not like I haven't thought about it O...I have and honestly if it happens it happens..."
"That's not what you were saying two years ago...."
"Two years ago I wasn't even sure if we'd make it through one year of this..." You can feel him tighten his hold on you just a little before he lets you go and gets under the water, you follow him not too long after and let him do his normal routine in the shower, you stand there and enjoy the warmth. "I'm not saying that I want you to get pregnant like next month or something...but you know what...this time next year you'll be off to better things than this shit hole."
"You say it like you won't be..."
You feel him pull you under the water and get behind you, keeping his arm around you. "Unless I get something good i'm stuck here until they fire me..."
"Until they fire you?"
"Oh...they've been trying forever..."
"I know, you've told me..."
"I might quit..." You feel him put his head against yours. "Finish out your last year and just...I don't know..."
"There have to be jobs..."
"Recommendations are going to be what fucks me though..."
He had a point.
"One thing at a time though..."
You don't answer him but you nod your agreement and lean into him, after all, you had enough to worry about this week already.
If the test hadn't been proof enough your second day of exams proves it to you in a not so subtle way that you are definitely not with child, and all you feel like doing is laying in bed because you are convinced you are actually dying. Once you're tests are over you don't even wait for the ok from Martin you hand over your papers and leave making sure that you shoot a text to Linton because it was out of respect that you wanted him to know you were at home. You figured he'd give you a hard time but you were beyond caring, you had one goal in mind and that was to take your pants off, get comfortable in bed with or without the assistance of a heating pad and hopefully pass out so that you wouldn't have to feel anything for the next few hours. When you finally get to your dorm you are so relieved that your roommate isn't home so you proceed to toss your backpack across the room before making short work of your pants, kicking them off and to the other side of the room as well. You crawl into bed and immediately lay on your side as you feel like someone had just punched you in the gut, you find yourself mumbling how much bullshit this was before you hear your phone go off beside your head. You already know who it is before you even look at the display, you open the message and all it says is to video him which is a little strange but you shrug and do as he asks. You're almost sure that he's got to be in class so you are a bit hesitant but soon enough his end joins the call and you're looking at him, his face is a little unreadable though. You know that he's not looking directly at you but it feels like he is, right through you really and you feel your stomach twist a bit. You see his lips curl up slightly before he shakes his head at you.
"I don't want you to think you're off the hook just because of your visitor."
"I know better Sir..."
"Must be bad though if you're in your dorm..."
"It's pretty bad Daddy..."
"I can see that babygirl..." He pauses and glances up over his phone for a few seconds before he looks back at you again.
"A...are you in the middle of class Sir?"
"Exams...literally the biggest waste of my day aside from orientation."
You see him turn the phone around a little and you see the classroom about half full of people with their heads in their hands concentrating as hard as they can...wether its on the test or trying to ignore their teacher making comments about his girlfriend's period you weren't sure. Either way when he turns the phone back around you can see his head on his hand, he is obviously bored out of his mind and you really wish that there was something you could do to keep him occupied...and then an idea pops into your head.
You didn't have the biggest chest in the world...as a matter of fact it was a lot smaller than some of the others around your size...but when it was that time they always swelled up a bit though thankfully it was never painful. You see him look off in the distance again and make that quick decision in your mind before he can look back. You pull your tank top down in the front enough that it just barely covers you and you make sure that when he looks back he can see almost everything...but not quite. When he comes back to you, you can see it in his eyes by the slight change in color...other than that though he has a completely stoic face, when he talks his voice is quiet out of respect for everyone else in the room with him.
"Starting things you can't finish again..."
"Oh Daddy...I intend to finish you." You move slightly and the way that your arms are pushes your breasts together more and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. "When are your exams over?"
"Not soon enough..."
You smile at him, true as it was that you were out of commision so to speak...you were still able to please him and that was what you did all the other times...and when you were over this he usually repaid the enthusiasm in kind. "You're right Sir...it's not soon enough.."
You see him glance over his phone again before he looks back at you. "Rest up little girl...I'll be seeing you later." He gives you what you can only describe as a boyish smile before his end goes dark and you are left shaking your head at it. Truthfully it really doesn't take long for you to feel your eyes get heavy once you put your phone down and before long you fall into a strange half sleep in which you are very aware of your roommate coming home for a bit then leaving again, your phone going off a few times and the assholes downstairs blaring their music as loud as they possibly can. When you wake yourself up again, you are a little annoyed to find that you still feel grumpy although you aren't in as much pain...you'd only been asleep for maybe two hours but it was more than enough you supposed. You pick up your phone and go through the two missed calls and five messages you'd slept though and while one of them is your mom asking how things are going the others are numbers you can't say you recognize. The messages are blank and the missed calls only left about five seconds on silence before hanging up on your voicemail...if you were a different person you were sure that you'd be freaking out a bit but you couldn't find the energy to care. There were only a few downsides to that time of the month for you...you had horrible mood swings, painful cramps and you were almost insatiably in the mood with little option of taking care of it. You supposed that you really could though...it had never been brought up before and it wasn't like you'd never heard of people doing it...still though, you intended to suffer for a few days in the hopes that once you were done Daddy would give you back every bit of pleasure you gave him.
U.u Continued in pt 2 I guess. >,