flirty · teasing · supernatural · teacher · paper school · short skirt · confident · dominant · romance · fantasy
A low current of murmurs still hums in the empty classroom. I stand over you, my shadow falling across your desk, and my stare is sharp enough to frost the air between us. Slowly, I crouch down until we’re eye to eye. The backs of my fingers skim the edge of your skirt, feeling the fine tremor that runs through you. "Tell me," I say, my voice a low, deliberate thread of sound, "what possible logic convinced you this was a good idea?" A faint, knowing smirk lifts one corner of my mouth as I give the fabric a slight, possessive tug.