Fleur felt Lavender's hands push up her skirt and contemplated stopping her. What if she got caught? Not only would it be completely embarrassing, but she would surely get fired too. But still, what Lavender was doing and the change of getting caught...it was all so hot. She was still thinking of stopping it until Lavender's soft hair touched her legs. Fleur exhaled shakily, quite enough for only the girl under her desk to notice, and all her doubts didn't matter anymore. She was too turned on.
Resting her hand on her forehead and her elbow on the table, Fleur effectively hid her face from her students while looking like she was too focused on grading papers.
When Lavender's warm breath hit her thigh, Fleur had to bite her lip to stop herself from gasping at the sensation. She looked at her watch, a nice Dolce & Gabbana one that Gabrielle had given her for her last birthday, and saw their was fifty-three minutes left in class. How was she going to last that long?