Monday May 5, 09
Who: Angel, Fox When: A little after 2:30pm Where: Angel's Office What: Angel and Fox collide, spilling her tea down his shirt. She cleans him up. He riles her up. Rating: PG (it's actually a cute log despite him being the average horny male)
Gollygee, thought Angel as she sat behind her desk. Today was going to be one of those slow days. She looked at the clock only five minutes ago and felt like five hours had passed. Her bright blue eyes, unchanged by the usual contacts she wore to hide the color, rolled and looked up at the ceiling. What did other teachers do when they had no classes? Though toying with the idea of going off campus for a little while, the blond decided against it. Surely there was something else she could do?
Maybe this would teach her not to go so easy on her students and give very little homework. Reading assignments were hardly homework and definitely gave nothing for her to grade or do on her days without classes. Getting up and milling around her desk for a few minutes, Angelina decided to just go for a walk. She donned her coat--it was a darker shade of lime green with matching buttons all down the double-breasted front--and fixed her hair. Today the beautiful tresses were done in curls, though left down to show the length and bounce. Angel thought she looked nice! She did, especially in the purple blouse-white skirt combination she wore under the coat. Brown pumps clicking on the floor, the angel spawn picked up her cup of sweet iced tea and left. Maybe someone would be around to chat with!
Fox had just gotten out of class and was walking down the halls to the student lounge to do more homework. With finals coming up, it was a rush to study everything, and it put him in a foul mood. Did the damned faculty really think the students had nothing better to do than to sit at their desks and read textbooks day and night? Muttering inventive obscenities under his breath, he wasn't even aware of anyone else as he turned the corner and ran into his professor.
Letting out a shocked cry, Angel tried to save her drink before anything atrocious happened. Today, she was quicker than usual, but not quick enough. A sigh left her as she saw the tea seeping into her coat. At least her coat had a lining. It would not get on her lovely blouse or skirt. As for Fox's shirt, however, she could not say the same.
"Oh! Todd, Ah'm so sorry. Are ya okay?" At least her heels hadn't threatened to penetrate the toes of his shoes.
Fox cursed rather viciously under his breath. His white tank was now soaked through with the amber liquid, which was also running over his textbook and notes from class. "Great. Fucking sonofabitch." Glancing up, he saw who it was. The angel professor. Icing on the cake. "I believe, professor, I've asked you to call me Fox and not Todd." He could feel the cold tea against his chest starting to seep into the waistband of his jeans. So not comfortable.
Putting her free hand to her forehead, Angel looked a little bit distraught. "Ah know, I'm so sorry! It slipped mah mind." She shook her head out of irritation with herself. Names were things she was good at! Oh, curse her. Though he was just running a dirty mouth today, it seemed. So there was no need for her to even pretend to swear.
"I have something ta clean ya up with in my office," she said with a small smile, pointing just over her shoulder at the door she had walked out of. Why was her office on a corner? No office should be on a corner where people coming around quickly could collide. Bad planning. Angelina started into her office while taking off her coat. Well, on the upside, she had found something to do for a few minutes. On the down side, it was totally inconvenient toward poor Fox. "Give me your notes and book! I can clean 'em up right good."
Fox all but glared at Angel's back as she retreated into her office. He was really tempted to tell her to shove it, but he still had a ways to go to get back to his own room, and he didn't feel like being sopping well the whole time. With a resigned sigh, he followed her through the door, leaving it open behind him. Fox passed the papers and book over to her before striding over to her trash can to strip off his shirt and ring it out.
Already she had produced a roll of paper towels from the largest draw in her desk and was mopping up the mess. At least the textbook had resisted some of the liquid. Carefully she dried off the notes, making sure to smear as little ink as possible. When she glanced up to see what Fox was doing she frowned, deeply. People were so not allowed to take their clothes off in her presence. It was just awkward. She sniffed quietly and magically made an oversized t-shirt appear from a duffel she had hidden under the footing of her desk.
"Ya can put this on, if ya want, so ya don' haveta go shirtless." It was her way of kindly asking him to please cover up. Not that she had a problem with him being shirtless. No. He was very nice looking...which was why she wanted him to put a shirt on. Angel was sweet as sugar, as everyone knew, but she had weaknesses. She was still human, if by half.
"Um. Do ya want me ta wash your shirt for ya?" she asked after a pause. "I know the best way ta get stains outta pretty much anything."
Fox turned around after having rung out the worst of the liquid. He could have sworn a full cup of tea came dripping out of his shirt and into the trash can. Part of him was tempted to try and ring out his jeans, but considering the look Angel was giving him, he decided not to.
Keeping the shirt in one hand, he walked back over to the desk, eyeing the fair amount of cleavage showing from the low cut blouse his professor was wearing. Arching a brow, he brought his gaze back up to meet hers. "If you want, you're welcome to wash it. I won't complain." Hell, he hated laundry as it was. He deliberately ignored the shirt she offered for the moment. It was fun to make her squirm.
Standing up, Angel took the shirt from him and held it up to the light. He had gotten a lot of the liquid out. It would stain quickly, though, and suddenly she was glad she didn't have anywhere to be. Once done with Todd she could throw it in the wash with her coat and everything would be ship-shape. More or less. The student still seemed very upset.
And he was not taking the shirt. Ugh.
Angel folded up the soiled garment and set it aside on a cleared part of her desk, gentle hands going back to cleaning the papers. She smiled at Fox before turning away and going to her cabinet set up over by the window. "Ah got somethin' for this," she told him before squatting down gracefully and pulling open the lowest drawer. There were many, many household items stuffed into the cabinet. Sometimes Angel had to wonder how she got it in there! But no sooner had the drawer opened than it was being closed and a travel sized hair dryer was being plugged into the wall. "Here we go!"
Keeping the dryer on low and cool, she went about drying off the pages.
"I really am sorry for that. It was mah fault completely. I was really just in a hurry ta go nowheres."
Apparently she really had no idea just how short that skirt was, as evidenced by when she bent over the cabinet drawer, or how low her blouse was when she came back over with the blow dryer. Suddenly, Fox's day seemed to be looking up. "Yeah well, at least I have an excuse not to study."
"Ah would hardly call it an excuse," she replied, teasingly. "Just a....minor setback?" Her visage faulted as she looked for the word. Okay. Angel would have called it an excuse a few years ago as well. "Do ya want anything? I have chocolate kisses or tea to drink, if ya want." She would never not offer something to a guest. Once you stepped over the threshold into her office you were going to be offered some sort of treat.
"Now you're just arguing semantics. It's an excuse." Fox eyed her dubiously at her offerings. "I think I've had enough tea for the day, don't you?" He didn't care about being treated like a guest or not. Right now, what bothered him was that one of the few articles of clothing he had was potentially ruined, and there was a professor flaunting herself that would blow him off if he made a mood. Sucky position to be in.
Smiling with a sweet shrug, Angel said nothing and wagged the hairdryer at the papers before putting the text book on top of them to keep them flat. She dried out the book, too, in (what she considered) awkward silence. It was clear he was not in a good mood and she really didn't want to upset him further by running her mouth as she often did. Ah, well.
"Yer shirt'll be good as new. Promise." Was all she could find herself saying after turning off the drier.
Fox moved behind the desk and sat on the edge of it. Sure he was being obnoxious, but what the fuck did he care? His position gave him a better vantage point to check out the half angel's goods and only a fool wouldn't take advantage. Fox was no fool. "I'll take your word on it, Angel."
He let his gaze check out her outfit - who the hell put lime green, purple and white together? - and added, "Thanks a really nice skirt you're wearing today." Of course, with the lighting behind her, it was all but transparent. Definitely gave it points in his opinion.
Ugh, boys. Angel watched him move around the desk. Her eyes only glanced away a moment so she could pick up a chocolate kiss from the mug on her desk and unwrap it. Conveniently she missed his wandering gaze. But as he complimented her she took a seat in her comfy chair. Pros and cons followed.
"Thank ya!" she replied happy to his comment. Angel wasn't that stupid. She did stupid things but she knew what was happening with her clothing the majority of the time. Today....not so much. But she had the feeling he wasn't complimenting her on the skirt because he actually liked it. At least she wore nude colored undergarments (thong, if you care) so it wasn't entirely noticeable. More than once she had seen women walking around in white with brightly colored under garments on. That was just. so. wrong....
"Do ya have anymore classes today?"
Fox was a little disappointed that she moved out of the light, but she moved to sit in her chair. She gave him the perfect excuse to stare down her blouse while 'talking' to her. "Actually, since I just got out of healing I'm done for the day." Which meant he had plenty of time to decide if he wanted to make a move. One thing was for sure, he was happy he wore a loose pair of jeans today.
How's the class?" she asked. "Ah haven' been able ta do much, but I get some tutoring in." She gave a smile, flashing pretty white teeth that were perfect. Angel denied all dental work and said it was natural--no one believed her. "Are ya any good? Hmm?" At least the mood had lightened and he didn't seem to be so upset. She felt like she could joke with him and talk like she normally would without having her head bitten off.
Fox shrugged. "Eh, it's going. And considering I managed to heal a bullet wound before the end of term, I think I'm doing alright in the class." He still wasn't in a great mood, but what straight, red-blooded male wouldn't be cheered by the sight of two perky, lovely ladies?
Angel leaned back in her seat, almost jumping in start. "A bullet wound?!" she exclaimed, holding her hands up. Her nails were painted pink today. The acrylics tapped on the armrest of the chair as she put her hands down. "That's amazin'! Ah can' do that. Well, admittedly Ah haven' tried. But ya don' really come 'cross a gunshot victim all of the time!"
Fox shrugged, leaning his hands back on the desk to support himself, knowing that it stretched and showed off the ab muscles he worked to keep in shape. "Yeah, well, I'm surprised you didn't hear about that. It was awhile back. Student shot on campus and all." He waved a hand casually, 'accidentally' knocking over the holder with pens and pencils in it. "Whoops, my bad."
What was he doing? Why was he doing that? Angelina did well to keep her eyes on his face, though occasionally she took the opportunity to look anywhere else in the room so long as it wasn't at him. Recently, not looking had gotten harder and harder. She had to wonder why she was losing her grip on her will. It used to be iron! She used to be able to stare a naked man in the face. Now she felt tempted to peek just because she had the chance. It had to be these students--though one would think college would have bent her will faster than this place.
She blamed the cooky little demons running around. Yes. It had to be them.
"Ah, well I knew that happened. I just hadn' realized ya had been the one ta heal 'im." Angel reached a hand out as she saw his waving around and get near the pens. Though grabbing his palm with her soft fingers, she was too late. The plastic object toppled over the edge of the desk and to the floor, the writing objects inside spewing out. She gave a soft sigh before getting up and moving around the desk.
"It's nothin'. Don' worry yerself about it~"
Fox noticed her eyes were wandering a bit, and it was all he could do to hold back the grin. "Her, actually. She was shot." Of course, he and Rae had worked not to let it get too far around the school, so maybe Angel hadn't known.
He tried to hold onto her hand as she grabbed him to keep the cup from toppling, but Angel slipped away to pick up all the pens scattered around. Fox shifted his position so he could get either a good chest or ass view when she turned. And what a nice ass it was.
She hadn't. Honestly, Angel wasn't much of a gossiper. She liked to listen sometimes, if it was offered, but being a teacher she really had to dig now for these sorts of things and, well, that was just rude. So she tried not to concern herself. Important information would be delivered to her when it need be. End of story~
Putting her fingers over the edge of the desk, holding on as she put her knees on the floor carefully, Angel picked up the holder and started to put the items back in. Oh, they had been organized, too. Well, now she had something to do instead of looking at him. She remained on the floor for a moment before sitting there, knees and ankles together and off to her right. "Ya know, this ain't the first time this thing has fallen off the darn desk," she told him idly as she sorted the pens and pencils into their respective areas. "Ah should probably get somethin' ta stick it down with."
Pen holder put back in place, pens and pencils in their places, Angel put both hands on the desk and helped get herself up. Getting off of the floor in these heels? Too difficult to do without some sort of assistance. They were three inches of pencil-thin stilletto.
Fox just watched silently as she crawled about the floor to pick them up. Sure he could ask and help, but why lose the view? "Well, then maybe you just need something sturdier to keep on the desk. Or not have it so close to the edge."
When she tried to stand, he did come around to assist, placing a hand under each elbow to support her. "Why wear killer shoes at work when you may have to get up and down off the floor?" Of course, the images going through his mind were nowhere near as innocent as picking up pens.
"True," she said. "But Ah use all of mah desk..." She looked at it for a moment from where she was on the floor. Maybe getting some of that double-sided tape would do the trick? The puffy kind that hung posters. That should work.
When he came to her aid, however, Angelina stopped thinking about the pen case. She was glad he had been kind enough to get her off of the floor. Not that it was a very hard task in general, but the assistance was nice. Her eyes had watched her feet (so as to not step on his) before finding his face very quickly. "Well, it's not like Ah gotta get up and down all of the time!" And usually no one was in the room when she knocked things off of her desk so she could bend over without caring...
Fox was amused that she hadn't backed away this time. He kept his hands on her arms, thumbs lightly rubbing the soft skin of her inner arms. "Very true, but you never know what could happen right?" He looked down at her, liking that the heels she wore brought her to just a few inches below his own heights.
It didn't really register with Angel that he was rubbing her skin softly until she had fully gained her balance. Not that it took her long in the first place to find her footing, but she had been standing with his help, no her own. Gently she put her arms down, hoping that would just release herself from his grasp. This was awkward. She was a professor! He should not have been touching her.
And he was shirtless. And the door was open.
This could just be terrible in so many ways!! Her father would kill her if he actually held contact with her. "Ah suppose. Ah'll keep the unknown in mind next time I shoe shop!"
She may have put her arms down to her sides, but Fox just let his grip slide down to her hands. He could all but see her squirm from the way he was touching her, and it was making his day so much better. The Angelic Lore professor no longer seemed to be above and beyond everyone's reach now. At this moment, she seemed to be just another nervous, jumpy woman. And Fox liked it.
"You should. Though I must admit," he paused, letting his gaze rake her body as he dropped his eyes to check out the killer heels. "They do look fabulous. And make your legs look a mile long." He brought his eyes back up, smiling.
Holding a soft smile, trying not to feel as strange as she felt, Angel looked down at their hands. Oh, man. Ohhh, man. She sighed softly and shook his hold off, taking a few steps back before turning and heading toward the window to look outside. "Thank you," said the woman gratefully over her shoulder. She did appreciate the compliment, even if he might not have meant it. The look he gave, however, was not as welcomed. He did not have to be so obvious. Angel was not the kind of woman that enjoyed such a gaze unless she was trying to impress a date.
Fox was not her date.
"These are some of mah favorite shoes...But Ah like the pumps Chris gave me the most. They're perfect."
Fox didn't mind his hands being shaken off. Instead, he merely grinned at her back as she moved to the window. This was far too much fun. Too bad he'd have to go and study soon. "Chris?" That wasn't a name he'd remembered hearing around here. So Angel must have had a boyfriend in the past. Interesting.
Putting her hand on the cold window, Angel looked at Fox's reflection rather than back at him. She did not like these feelings, if only because they were the kind she had fought against for the past...fifteen years. Well, perhaps a few less. Lust wasn't something she really experienced until later in high school and early in her college career.
"He was a student of mine," she told Todd, finally turning around to face him. Her back pressed to the cool glass, arms crossing under her breasts loosely. "He transferred out a lil while back."
Fox mimicked her stance, leaning back against her desk rather than the window. "Ah. And reason why he transferred?" He didn't hear much about past students, so he was curious as to why one left.
"Ah ain't allowed ta talk about it, Ah'm sorry." She gave a smile by way of apology. With that said her eyes looked down and she fiddled with a string hanging off of the right hem of her shirt. Plucking it off quickly, she crossed the office with long, even strides and threw it in the trash.
Fox shrugged. "No big deal. I was just curious." He watched her play with the string on her shirt and cross back over to just beside him. He wondered idly if his papers were dry yet. "So," he said lamely.
What a coincidence! She did, too. Returning to her desk she took a peek and found they were pretty good looking. Angel beamed, proud of herself. It was a lovely smile. "There!" she exclaimed. "I think yer all set. Again, Ah'm really sorry." Gathering his books up and putting the notes on top, she brought herself to stand in front of him and hand them over. Despite standing at a very respectable distance she felt like she was too close. Her heart was beating faster than she thought it should have been. Hopefully, he couldn't hear. Angel wondered just how loud it was. In her ears it was a thumping like no other.
It surely was a lovely smile, but it was also a smile someone gave when they didn't feel fully comfortable with a situation. Smiling back, Fox walked closer to take the book and papers from her hand, leaning over to brush a quick kiss over her cheek. "Thanks professor," he grinned as he stepped back towards the door. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."
The smile she wore, becoming one of comfort as she knew he was on his way out, dropped. "Todd Wiley!" she called after him as he made his exit. Angel felt her cheeks heat up as she tried not to touch the spot he had brushed his lips upon. Oooh. That boy. Note to self: Do not talk to Fox again unless necessary for the greater good.