Friday November 7th 2008
Who: Nicanor and Hope What: Afternoon Delight Where: Hope's Office When: Afternoon Rating: NSFW Status: In Progress
Nic should have known that this was coming. He had been so careful, the security camera tap having been done from someplace off campus, an IRL belonging to some old white guy in the suburbs. It had been risky, and he had gotten caught, and now Hope was probably so furious with him she would throw him out of her office window. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't personal against her or her school, but how could she not see it that way? Getting attached to her had been stupid, and now he was realize just how stupid. He was going to hurt a beautiful woman who did not deserve it.
Still, his head was high as he went to her office, on time as he had promised. Nicanor would not be cowardly. He could have run, could have left the school and not looked back. But she deserved to yell at him, to be angry. He was a man and he would accept the responsibility of his actions. So after knocking, and coming in, he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, staying quiet for the moment.
When Nic arrived, Hope was sitting behind her desk. She yelled for him to "enter" when he knocked on the door, but remained seated as he entered the place, her gaze fixated on the papers that were spread out before her on the desk. She waited for him to sit down before she moved to gather the papers up, pushing them to the side before she finally acknowledged Nic in the chair before her.
"Do you know why you're here, Nicanor?" The question was asked and then she moved to stand before he'd have a chance to answer, walking around in front of the desk, her white lab coat in a pristine state as she moved to stand in front of him. She was being purposefully blank, her expression completely and utterly neutral.
--- Oh he knew why he was here. And from the way she looked at him, her eyes cold and unfeeling, there was no mistake in his mind what this was about. But he was innocent until proven guilty, that's what this country was all about, wasn't it? Fair trial and all that? He wouldn't give anything away until he knew everything she had against him. "I do not know," he told her softly, meeting her gaze. "Am I in trouble, Miss Hope?"
--- He looked so sweet and innocent that it nearly ruined the whole act. But instead of giving it away, she replied in a soft and almost sultry voice, "Oh you're definitely in trouble." There was a hint of a smile that showed upon her lips, a bit of a sparkle dancing in her eyes, as she moved to walk around the chair behind him. "Generally speaking, I am very patient woman, Nicanor. But if my life has taught me one thing, it's that things can change in an instant. And the lesson that I've taken from this is..." At this point she was behind him, both hands moving to rest upon his shoulders. "When you want something, you should go for it because it might not be around come tomorrow." She leaned down to whisper, much in the same voice as before, "And Nicanor, I really, really want you."
--- The way she moved closer to him, the change in her voice, the dark, predatory gleam in her eyes... she was going to kill him. She was eliminating the problem, stomping out the threat to her school. This was considerably worse than he had initially thought. Nic had assumed jail time, being thrown onto the street, deportation. Not death.
Her hands were surprisingly strong on his shoulders, planting him in his seat out of fear. Still, hearing her voice in his ear, husky and dark and demanding... he felt things stirring. Very ungentlemanly things. And then hearing the words, what she was saying, the way she spoke them... he thought perhaps he understood, but he wasn't sure. And he didn't want to think the wrong thing. "Want me?" he asked, barely able to raise his voice to above a breathy, trembling whisper. "How do you mean that?"
--- The breathy, trembling way in which he spoke was almost intoxicating. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she asked, "Do you really have to ask, Nicanor?" Obviously he did, however. And so she leaned in even closer still, so close that her lips brushed against his neck as she spoke, able to feel his pulse racing beneath his skin. "I want you to undress me and do very naughty, very ungentleman like things to me, Nic." She punctuated her sentence by nipping dangerously at his ear. "I know you've thought about it, and now's your chance to take action."
--- Well... this was definitely not what he had expected while coming here. Not even a little. Hope was... well she was definitely not the same woman he had known on their dates. Not that he was complaining, granted, but... she was the director of the school, he respected her. he did not think that she would want him doing the kinds of things that his sick, young male mind wanted to do to her.
But apparently she did. Her teeth on his ear, even knowing that those teeth were fangs made to pierce his skin... Nic shivered, goosebumps popping out over his flesh. Without another word, he turned his head sharply to catch Hope's mouth with his own, a hand grabbing the back of her neck to keep her steady. He moved to his feet, mouth crushed hard against hers, his free hand grabbing the chair between them and flinging it hard across the room. Yes, there were papers and carious other objects Hope probably did not want broken or moved. None of that seemed to be impacting Nic's behaviour. With nothing between them his hands grabbed roughly her hips, bringing her close to him, their bodies pressed hard to one another. He had wanted to do this to her from the very first time they had met, but it wasn't something you just did to a woman, especially not a respectable one that you barely knew.
--- Now that Garret had put the thought into her head and had, in his own special way, helped her to free a bit of clutter from her mind, and Godric had given her his stamp of approval, so to speak, it would be hard pressed for Hope to not do something like this. Sure, this was a complete 180 from the way she had been on their dates, sweet and demure and almost delicate, but that was the way Hope was. What was that lyric? A lady in the street but a freak in the bed? It was beyond time to clue him in.
Of course the ferocity of the response that he gave her was a bit unexpected. The kiss wasn't, per say, but the sudden flinging of the chair and the rough way in which he handled her immediately there after caused a startled sound to form from her lips and melt against his own. But this was quickly followed by a moan of her approval as her arms draped over his shoulders and she slid her thigh up along his leg to then wrap her own leg around his waist.