2.6 Detention
Author:
Rating: Explicit.
Characters: Alaric/Isobel
Word Count: ~
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries does not belong to me.
Warnings: EXPLICIT
Summary: Looking for normalcy in Detention and finding something else instead.
~Special thanks to Ken and Willow for pre-reading and rush beta-ing. Adore you both.
You know that feeling that you get when you know you’re being watched. He had it. For sometime now; he’d felt it before but back then he had thought nothing of it because he hadn’t known what he did now.
About those things that go bump in the night. Where those feelings rise at the pit of your stomach as your body’s way to alert you that something’s off that your brain won’t register or refuses to understand… or when your skin tingles with that irrational fear or anticipation that has no name. It was all there.
He was usually a pretty relaxed guy, but with that inkling feeling that something was off, he couldn’t help but freak a little. Normalcy… That’s what he needed. To head off to work and do what he knew was normal to push this feeling off of his mind or he would just fucking lose it. Why he hadn’t told anyone, he wasn’t sure, but if nothing had happened then why preoccupy the others over nothing.
Because it was nothing, right?
Arriving at his classroom as was his daily routine, he glared at the pink paper reminder on his desk that he hoped wasn’t what he was thinking. Walking closer though to get a better view of the contents on the paper, he grumbled.
Written on it was his name, Alaric Saltzman to supervise DETENTION with today’s date.
Just Excellent.
Alaric wasn’t sure what it was about Detention that everyone hated to cover it, but everyone really did. He thought it was perhaps because it felt like you were as much in trouble as everyone else that had to show up to it. On the bright side though, he considered, it was at the library and something about it always brought a sense of peace to him. Something that he desperately needed right now.
Grabbing some papers to grade and a book in case he felt like reading, he grabbed the annoying colored memo with the students names on it that were supposed to show and made his way in that direction.
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Mystic Falls’ High kids weren’t that bad, he thought as he took attendance to make sure everyone was present. Nothing that was out of the ordinary, at least, he thought as they all got settled. Giving them time to go in search of a book occupy their time while they were here, he watched them scatter and then all settle into the tables with books.
He shrugged. This was to be a quiet peaceful time that would pass by in no time.
A moment later… silence.
Except for the few sounds of pages being turned all you could hear was silence. Now and then one of the students would get antsy and drum their fingers over the desk, but one glare from the History Teacher and the noise was gone.
He couldn’t remember the last time that he had had to cover detention; when he first moved to Mystic Falls? That could be a very accurate assumption.
Either way here he was; watching about a handful of students in the small school’s library. He’d wanted normal, this was as normal as things would get. Taking a seat on one of the desks as he picked up the book he’d brought to pass the time, not one second since he felt comfort set in did the air seem to shift around him prompting his senses on alert.
Had he imagined it? The air shifted then once more and he knew they weren’t alone.
“Keep on reading…” he ordered out to the students that grumbled and rolled their eyes as he stood to go check about the library looking for the intruder, assuming there was one, but just in case he crouched down to the strap on his leg and pull out a weapon.
His heart drummed in his ears as he looked down the aisles filled with books in alertness for anything suspicious.
Nothing.
Walking down one of the small corridors there had been the reflection of what could have been black hair, but then it had just vanished. Whatever this was though, he sensed it. It had a presence, a strong one… and as he continued with cautious steps, he could have sworn he was met by a flash of familiar hazel-like green eyes, but then it’d disappeared.
Shaking his head as if to clear it from the visions he was getting, he continued to scan the area until he found a spot where the darkness seemed to over shadow, perhaps a little too much, but before he analyzed it carefully as his grip tightened unconsciously on the weapon at hand… there was a rush of air and suddenly he was pinned up against one of the cases, landing with a loud bang.
“Hello husband…” came the seductive voice.
Taken aback by the sudden attack, he hadn’t been able to spot his attacker even as he writhed for the upper hand, until the tone of that sultry voice registered. He would know that voice anywhere, though even that essence of hers, her scent, he would know anyplace. Perks, he supposed, cursed fucking perks of having been married to someone for years.
“Isobel…” he growled quietly, continuing fighting at the clasp on his wrists that held him captive, “What the hell are you doing here? What do you want now?”
Her hushed laugh traveled all the way up to his ears, conniving as she’d turned out to be, yet there was almost an undertone of sadness that couldn’t possibly be right. He would not want to recognize that as right, anyway.
Now he was hearing things, he rolled his own eyes, well that was just great.
“You” she said simply, a tiny bite on her lower lip as a smirk settled over her burgundy colored lips while her body seemed to inch closer and he knew he was already giving in. Fuck if he gave in, no.
“You didn’t want me when we were married, what could you possibly want with me now?” Alaric snorted trying to keep his composure, “Fuck you! God damn Petrova women just really don’t fucking know what you want, do you?”
Isobel was playing him, and he couldn’t lie and say that his own flesh hadn’t reacted to the one word of this woman, the way that it used to when she had been his wife, she always had this kind of power over him. It was why he’d married her, but he’d be dammed, even if he hadn’t gotten laid in MONTHS that he would be touching ever again.
So in that sudden moment of weakness on her part, where his answer truly surprised her, he took advantage and shoved her back pushing her off.
“Leave Isobel…” he began to make his way back to his students, “I don’t know or give a flying fuck what you’re up to, but do us all a favor and just fucking leave!”
“No!” The ex-wife vampire spoke determined as she vamp sped to block his path, “it’s quite simple actually my love. I’m here to take what I want with you compliant or not…” she smirked devilishly as she noticed Ric’s breathing escape in a shuddered breath, making her grimace practically victorious, “you can play hard to get but you know you were never able to resist me…” she stalked closer, a finger over his chest, gliding downward over the rippling muscles he held and over the obvious bulge already protruding in his pants. She squeezed and stroked lightly over the material lightly, “I think someone’s already rather ready for me to taste…” she whispered, her pick tongue already moistening over the plush lips, smug when she noticed his eyes darken in desire.
“Stop it, Isobel!” Alaric shoved her hand away as his body sizzled with brewing lust that he was trying to contain, though containment was a fucking hard on right now, wanting to rip through his pants.
So his cock was weak, he thought, he hadn’t gotten any in a while he couldn’t be blamed for being a man. He wanted it, but wasn’t giving into her, he wouldn’t, right?
So as he took a couple of steps back he argued, “What… can’t you just compel yourself a boy toy? The Fuck do you need me for?”
Isobel gave him almost an adorable pout, almost… and he wavered.
“Umm Ric, what…? Do you want me to beg?” Practically ripping her coat open to put on display her round perky mounds in a lacy plum bra, panties hugging at her skin- which he would not analyze why they were darker between her legs, waist garter that was attached to her thigh highs as her legs framed smoothly over those sexy fucking heels he’d always loved.
He was done for.
Memory served that there wasn’t one time she’d worn exactly those heels that he hadn’t fucked her into oblivion. He felt the rest of his blood boil and head south into one particular direction, and before he had a chance to change his mind Isobel already had him pinned against another book case, her coat forgotten as she hovered over his lips, taunting at his scruffy chin while the pebbles of her breasts poked at his broader clothed one.
“Oh come on… for old times sake…” her tongue ghosted over the parting of his lips and he knew that he could try to fight his desire to have her, but he’d lost the battle the moment the sweet smell of her made it up his nostrils.
Yeah, he was taking her right here and right now and nothing would be stopping him.
Isobel’s hand had already taken hold of his hand to mold it over her every curve and he let her be his puppeteer. His left hand was already caressing the side of her face, thumb ghosting over her jaw as she kneading her own breast with Alaric’s hand letting out a small whimper.
His cock twitched at the mewling sound, sounds that weren’t so foreign as he continued to travel down the planes of her abs already on it’s own to find it’s way between her legs. Delicious pooling wetness met his finger and there was nothing he could do about the husky groan that escaped him.
Isobel whimpered at the feel of his masculine fingers trailing over the scorching heat that he was rubbing. She’d missed him… she missed him everyday still. And she wanted him, with a type of fervor not many would ever experience, and with that thought in mind she allowed herself to kiss him letting all her pent up yearning out.
Alaric kissed her… gruffly, roughly, and perhaps even angrily shoving her back as she devoured him with the same intensity in a hot kiss that reminded him of the times he thought she’d actually loved him. He wouldn’t dwell on that now though, he just wanted to take possession of her.
Pushing the dampened fabric aside he prodded at her entrance as she hummed in approval before pushing a finger in all the way inside.
“You have to be a lot quieter Izzy, I have students I’m supposed to be watching…” the endearment escaped before he had time to think, but he had hoped that she wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t mind an audience…” came her dark laugh as she did away with the denim that kept her from what she needed she released his hard shaft from its restrictive cell. She lost no time in pumping the steeled rod before swiping her finger over the weeping head tenuously slow.
“I could get fired…” the attempted reply died before he could finish it as Isobel got down on her knees to take the length of him in her mouth, she’d never been really gentle but what she was doing was downright sinful as her tongue had swept around his sack, up his shaft gliding over the hardness with finesse to the tip before her warm mouth truly engulfed him bobbing her head on a growing rhythm.
She loved it… the taste of him, his groans, his body, and the way he still reacted to her all in general. Not long before she brought him almost all the way down her throat had he suddenly burst into her mouth as she unquestioningly licked the milky substance all up.
Isobel was about to make a remark about making him cum so quickly into her mouth when he was suddenly dragging her up. A searing kiss taking over her lips as Alaric consumed her with his being as he languidly kissed down the column of her neck, while moving further to tease at the perky buds. She moaned in delightfulness, especially as his thumb graced over her aching nub from need of release. He tortured it… rubbed it and pinched it just enough to keep her on edge without actually penetrating to give her the friction she needed.
“Please…” he heard her beg and he was satisfied with the needy whimper of her plea, pushing two fingers in moving then in and out of her as she ground on his hand.
“Yes…” was all he heard from the hiss she released as she began to pull him closer to cling to him. He could feel her creping close to the edge and he pulled away from her, could have laughed by the frustrated grumble she gave, but then he’d torn the flimsy garment off, turned her around so her hands were on the shelves. Her curvy ass perched up just begging to be pounded against, but before he buried himself inside her. Alaric kneeled between her legs, gripped her ass before trailing his tongue from the fleshy bud around to the honeyed velvet petals with what could have been considered a growl, flicking it inside her walls until he felt her tremble all over.
Alaric had wanted to taste her at least just one more time before he stood up licking his lips clean, the head of his still hardened member at her awaiting entrance rubbing it on the slit, before he plunged in one swift thrust.
The books rattled in front of Isobel as Ric thrust into her. The force of it enthralling as he began to withdraw and drive forward; hands at her lower hips as the movement increased in momentum… faster and harder that soon had her coming undone, but he didn’t stop and she was pleased that he didn’t as the waves over took her body with every, now violent, plunge.
She could feel her body exploding with pleasure she wished would never stop.
Alaric had placed on hand on the shelves as he used it as leverage to continue his pounding into her. He was close… he could feel the tremor course through his cock as his balls began to tighten and he pulled Isobel’s face towards him for a sloppy kiss. His driving force jerky and erratic, ramming her into the wall of books until his own climax erupted in hot jets inside her.
A couple of lazy thrusts and he was truly spent, but almost jumped out of his skin as her heard a student call, “Mr. Saltzman?”
FUCK! was all that crossed his mind.
“Yeah?!” he called back as he pulled back trying to zip his pants in record time.
“Can we go now, it’s time?” he heard a girl’s voice call.
“Yeah…” he walked over in the girl’s direction before she decided to walk his way.
“Okay” was all the respond he heard as she and the others shuffled out.
“Fuck my life…” he stalked back to where he figured Isobel would be getting dressed but she was gone. He stopped short. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting to happen, sure as hell not reconciliation but at least a ‘hey, thanks for the fuck I’ll see you later,’ but he guessed he didn’t deserve that.
That fucking hurt… more than he would ever admit. One deep breath and he turned around to grab his stuff, examine his clothes before he slipped out. Isobel watched him go with a tear running down her cheek. She wished one say she would stop loving him, but she knew the chances of that were slim.
At least from a far she would watch him though, and maybe indulge them both in what wasn’t really... meaningless sex.
Also huge thanks to PleaseBeKidding and Sar for the amazing idea. (Apologies if still some mistakes were found I was truly rushing, but I hope that you enjoyed.
Rating: Explicit.
Characters: Alaric/Isobel
Word Count: ~
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries does not belong to me.
Warnings: EXPLICIT
Summary: Looking for normalcy in Detention and finding something else instead.
~Special thanks to Ken and Willow for pre-reading and rush beta-ing. Adore you both.
You know that feeling that you get when you know you’re being watched. He had it. For sometime now; he’d felt it before but back then he had thought nothing of it because he hadn’t known what he did now.
About those things that go bump in the night. Where those feelings rise at the pit of your stomach as your body’s way to alert you that something’s off that your brain won’t register or refuses to understand… or when your skin tingles with that irrational fear or anticipation that has no name. It was all there.
He was usually a pretty relaxed guy, but with that inkling feeling that something was off, he couldn’t help but freak a little. Normalcy… That’s what he needed. To head off to work and do what he knew was normal to push this feeling off of his mind or he would just fucking lose it. Why he hadn’t told anyone, he wasn’t sure, but if nothing had happened then why preoccupy the others over nothing.
Because it was nothing, right?
Arriving at his classroom as was his daily routine, he glared at the pink paper reminder on his desk that he hoped wasn’t what he was thinking. Walking closer though to get a better view of the contents on the paper, he grumbled.
Written on it was his name, Alaric Saltzman to supervise DETENTION with today’s date.
Just Excellent.
Alaric wasn’t sure what it was about Detention that everyone hated to cover it, but everyone really did. He thought it was perhaps because it felt like you were as much in trouble as everyone else that had to show up to it. On the bright side though, he considered, it was at the library and something about it always brought a sense of peace to him. Something that he desperately needed right now.
Grabbing some papers to grade and a book in case he felt like reading, he grabbed the annoying colored memo with the students names on it that were supposed to show and made his way in that direction.
///
Mystic Falls’ High kids weren’t that bad, he thought as he took attendance to make sure everyone was present. Nothing that was out of the ordinary, at least, he thought as they all got settled. Giving them time to go in search of a book occupy their time while they were here, he watched them scatter and then all settle into the tables with books.
He shrugged. This was to be a quiet peaceful time that would pass by in no time.
A moment later… silence.
Except for the few sounds of pages being turned all you could hear was silence. Now and then one of the students would get antsy and drum their fingers over the desk, but one glare from the History Teacher and the noise was gone.
He couldn’t remember the last time that he had had to cover detention; when he first moved to Mystic Falls? That could be a very accurate assumption.
Either way here he was; watching about a handful of students in the small school’s library. He’d wanted normal, this was as normal as things would get. Taking a seat on one of the desks as he picked up the book he’d brought to pass the time, not one second since he felt comfort set in did the air seem to shift around him prompting his senses on alert.
Had he imagined it? The air shifted then once more and he knew they weren’t alone.
“Keep on reading…” he ordered out to the students that grumbled and rolled their eyes as he stood to go check about the library looking for the intruder, assuming there was one, but just in case he crouched down to the strap on his leg and pull out a weapon.
His heart drummed in his ears as he looked down the aisles filled with books in alertness for anything suspicious.
Nothing.
Walking down one of the small corridors there had been the reflection of what could have been black hair, but then it had just vanished. Whatever this was though, he sensed it. It had a presence, a strong one… and as he continued with cautious steps, he could have sworn he was met by a flash of familiar hazel-like green eyes, but then it’d disappeared.
Shaking his head as if to clear it from the visions he was getting, he continued to scan the area until he found a spot where the darkness seemed to over shadow, perhaps a little too much, but before he analyzed it carefully as his grip tightened unconsciously on the weapon at hand… there was a rush of air and suddenly he was pinned up against one of the cases, landing with a loud bang.
“Hello husband…” came the seductive voice.
Taken aback by the sudden attack, he hadn’t been able to spot his attacker even as he writhed for the upper hand, until the tone of that sultry voice registered. He would know that voice anywhere, though even that essence of hers, her scent, he would know anyplace. Perks, he supposed, cursed fucking perks of having been married to someone for years.
“Isobel…” he growled quietly, continuing fighting at the clasp on his wrists that held him captive, “What the hell are you doing here? What do you want now?”
Her hushed laugh traveled all the way up to his ears, conniving as she’d turned out to be, yet there was almost an undertone of sadness that couldn’t possibly be right. He would not want to recognize that as right, anyway.
Now he was hearing things, he rolled his own eyes, well that was just great.
“You” she said simply, a tiny bite on her lower lip as a smirk settled over her burgundy colored lips while her body seemed to inch closer and he knew he was already giving in. Fuck if he gave in, no.
“You didn’t want me when we were married, what could you possibly want with me now?” Alaric snorted trying to keep his composure, “Fuck you! God damn Petrova women just really don’t fucking know what you want, do you?”
Isobel was playing him, and he couldn’t lie and say that his own flesh hadn’t reacted to the one word of this woman, the way that it used to when she had been his wife, she always had this kind of power over him. It was why he’d married her, but he’d be dammed, even if he hadn’t gotten laid in MONTHS that he would be touching ever again.
So in that sudden moment of weakness on her part, where his answer truly surprised her, he took advantage and shoved her back pushing her off.
“Leave Isobel…” he began to make his way back to his students, “I don’t know or give a flying fuck what you’re up to, but do us all a favor and just fucking leave!”
“No!” The ex-wife vampire spoke determined as she vamp sped to block his path, “it’s quite simple actually my love. I’m here to take what I want with you compliant or not…” she smirked devilishly as she noticed Ric’s breathing escape in a shuddered breath, making her grimace practically victorious, “you can play hard to get but you know you were never able to resist me…” she stalked closer, a finger over his chest, gliding downward over the rippling muscles he held and over the obvious bulge already protruding in his pants. She squeezed and stroked lightly over the material lightly, “I think someone’s already rather ready for me to taste…” she whispered, her pick tongue already moistening over the plush lips, smug when she noticed his eyes darken in desire.
“Stop it, Isobel!” Alaric shoved her hand away as his body sizzled with brewing lust that he was trying to contain, though containment was a fucking hard on right now, wanting to rip through his pants.
So his cock was weak, he thought, he hadn’t gotten any in a while he couldn’t be blamed for being a man. He wanted it, but wasn’t giving into her, he wouldn’t, right?
So as he took a couple of steps back he argued, “What… can’t you just compel yourself a boy toy? The Fuck do you need me for?”
Isobel gave him almost an adorable pout, almost… and he wavered.
“Umm Ric, what…? Do you want me to beg?” Practically ripping her coat open to put on display her round perky mounds in a lacy plum bra, panties hugging at her skin- which he would not analyze why they were darker between her legs, waist garter that was attached to her thigh highs as her legs framed smoothly over those sexy fucking heels he’d always loved.
He was done for.
Memory served that there wasn’t one time she’d worn exactly those heels that he hadn’t fucked her into oblivion. He felt the rest of his blood boil and head south into one particular direction, and before he had a chance to change his mind Isobel already had him pinned against another book case, her coat forgotten as she hovered over his lips, taunting at his scruffy chin while the pebbles of her breasts poked at his broader clothed one.
“Oh come on… for old times sake…” her tongue ghosted over the parting of his lips and he knew that he could try to fight his desire to have her, but he’d lost the battle the moment the sweet smell of her made it up his nostrils.
Yeah, he was taking her right here and right now and nothing would be stopping him.
Isobel’s hand had already taken hold of his hand to mold it over her every curve and he let her be his puppeteer. His left hand was already caressing the side of her face, thumb ghosting over her jaw as she kneading her own breast with Alaric’s hand letting out a small whimper.
His cock twitched at the mewling sound, sounds that weren’t so foreign as he continued to travel down the planes of her abs already on it’s own to find it’s way between her legs. Delicious pooling wetness met his finger and there was nothing he could do about the husky groan that escaped him.
Isobel whimpered at the feel of his masculine fingers trailing over the scorching heat that he was rubbing. She’d missed him… she missed him everyday still. And she wanted him, with a type of fervor not many would ever experience, and with that thought in mind she allowed herself to kiss him letting all her pent up yearning out.
Alaric kissed her… gruffly, roughly, and perhaps even angrily shoving her back as she devoured him with the same intensity in a hot kiss that reminded him of the times he thought she’d actually loved him. He wouldn’t dwell on that now though, he just wanted to take possession of her.
Pushing the dampened fabric aside he prodded at her entrance as she hummed in approval before pushing a finger in all the way inside.
“You have to be a lot quieter Izzy, I have students I’m supposed to be watching…” the endearment escaped before he had time to think, but he had hoped that she wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t mind an audience…” came her dark laugh as she did away with the denim that kept her from what she needed she released his hard shaft from its restrictive cell. She lost no time in pumping the steeled rod before swiping her finger over the weeping head tenuously slow.
“I could get fired…” the attempted reply died before he could finish it as Isobel got down on her knees to take the length of him in her mouth, she’d never been really gentle but what she was doing was downright sinful as her tongue had swept around his sack, up his shaft gliding over the hardness with finesse to the tip before her warm mouth truly engulfed him bobbing her head on a growing rhythm.
She loved it… the taste of him, his groans, his body, and the way he still reacted to her all in general. Not long before she brought him almost all the way down her throat had he suddenly burst into her mouth as she unquestioningly licked the milky substance all up.
Isobel was about to make a remark about making him cum so quickly into her mouth when he was suddenly dragging her up. A searing kiss taking over her lips as Alaric consumed her with his being as he languidly kissed down the column of her neck, while moving further to tease at the perky buds. She moaned in delightfulness, especially as his thumb graced over her aching nub from need of release. He tortured it… rubbed it and pinched it just enough to keep her on edge without actually penetrating to give her the friction she needed.
“Please…” he heard her beg and he was satisfied with the needy whimper of her plea, pushing two fingers in moving then in and out of her as she ground on his hand.
“Yes…” was all he heard from the hiss she released as she began to pull him closer to cling to him. He could feel her creping close to the edge and he pulled away from her, could have laughed by the frustrated grumble she gave, but then he’d torn the flimsy garment off, turned her around so her hands were on the shelves. Her curvy ass perched up just begging to be pounded against, but before he buried himself inside her. Alaric kneeled between her legs, gripped her ass before trailing his tongue from the fleshy bud around to the honeyed velvet petals with what could have been considered a growl, flicking it inside her walls until he felt her tremble all over.
Alaric had wanted to taste her at least just one more time before he stood up licking his lips clean, the head of his still hardened member at her awaiting entrance rubbing it on the slit, before he plunged in one swift thrust.
The books rattled in front of Isobel as Ric thrust into her. The force of it enthralling as he began to withdraw and drive forward; hands at her lower hips as the movement increased in momentum… faster and harder that soon had her coming undone, but he didn’t stop and she was pleased that he didn’t as the waves over took her body with every, now violent, plunge.
She could feel her body exploding with pleasure she wished would never stop.
Alaric had placed on hand on the shelves as he used it as leverage to continue his pounding into her. He was close… he could feel the tremor course through his cock as his balls began to tighten and he pulled Isobel’s face towards him for a sloppy kiss. His driving force jerky and erratic, ramming her into the wall of books until his own climax erupted in hot jets inside her.
A couple of lazy thrusts and he was truly spent, but almost jumped out of his skin as her heard a student call, “Mr. Saltzman?”
FUCK! was all that crossed his mind.
“Yeah?!” he called back as he pulled back trying to zip his pants in record time.
“Can we go now, it’s time?” he heard a girl’s voice call.
“Yeah…” he walked over in the girl’s direction before she decided to walk his way.
“Okay” was all the respond he heard as she and the others shuffled out.
“Fuck my life…” he stalked back to where he figured Isobel would be getting dressed but she was gone. He stopped short. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting to happen, sure as hell not reconciliation but at least a ‘hey, thanks for the fuck I’ll see you later,’ but he guessed he didn’t deserve that.
That fucking hurt… more than he would ever admit. One deep breath and he turned around to grab his stuff, examine his clothes before he slipped out. Isobel watched him go with a tear running down her cheek. She wished one say she would stop loving him, but she knew the chances of that were slim.
At least from a far she would watch him though, and maybe indulge them both in what wasn’t really... meaningless sex.
Also huge thanks to PleaseBeKidding and Sar for the amazing idea. (Apologies if still some mistakes were found I was truly rushing, but I hope that you enjoyed.