RISK

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Melting into the kiss, Isabella tries her best to keep up with her mate's hunger as he rarely lets her come out for air.

Finally separating, Isabella laughs, "Xander we're at school." She reminds him pulling away just enough to leave a blink of space between their lips.

"You think that'd stop me?" He asks her with a sly grin on his smug face. His hand follows the curve of her back, then to her arm, finally wrapping his hand in hers. Before she can even speak, he's pulling her into an empty classroom to hide away and have her all to himself. The forgotten classroom with drawn shades and just a sliver of sunlight creates an opportunity for desire the alpha can't stay away from. He picks her up, sitting her on the nearest desk. His thumbs begins to inch further up her thighs.

"I missed you." He says, forehead against hers, watching her every move as she fights her bashfulness to match his gaze.

"I missed you too." She whispers back.

His eyes can't help but trail down her body from her chest to her thighs where his hands are resting below her dress, just barely keeping her modesty. He watches her chest breathe in and out as his fingertips move further and further up, closer to their destination, lifting her hem as he does.

She breathes, "Xander...," she says warningly.

"Hm?" He says attempting to hide a smirk and cover his sultry desire.

She bites back a smile at her mate's teasing antics. She shakes her head, battling with every emotion inside her body, "Not here."

"I know." He says, nodding his head. But his hands don't seem to be agreeing as they continue to massage up and down her thighs.

Isabella playfully pushes him away, trying to gather her thoughts and right from wrong. "I'm serious," she says, attempting to convince both him and herself.

He nods once again. With a smirk, he looks into her eyes and asks, "How much did you miss me?"

He  pulls her body closer, bringing her knees up to wrap her legs around his waist. He finds the crook of her neck, teasing her as his lips barely grace the surface. She knows what he's doing. Teasing. Testing. Toying.

"Xander," she says pointedly, but her actions contrast as she moves her head to the side exposing more of her neck to him.

Xander grins at her response, enjoying the game they're playing. A game of resistance. A game of heat. A game he knows her wolf is trying it's best to make her lose.

"What?", he asks innocently, "It's just a question."

She shakes her head, "It's not. You...this...I'm...," she can't wrap her head around anything. Between the desire building within her, her wolf begging to be in control, and her head knowing that now is not the time; her body doesn't know what to do.

"Mhm?" He toys with the strap of her dress, pulling it down her shoulder.

She takes a breath, attempting to speak but nothing comes out.

He smiles, "Well, I missed you a lot...if you couldn't tell."

He controls himself against temptation as Isabella glances up at him with her soft brown eyes. If he teases her any further he'll just be torturing himself. He presses a quick kiss against her lips as he places her dress strap back in place and pulls the dress back down to its modest length.

"I'm gonna let you go to first period." He convinced himself.

She nods and he nods along, getting ready to force himself to let her go.

As the heat of the moment dwindles down, the realization of where they are and what they started dawns on Isabella causing a blush to wash over her body. She breaks eye contact, trying to pull herself together.

"So," she begins, clearing her throat, "I'll see you at lunch?"

Her attempt at normal conversation makes Xander smirk and she rolls her eyes dramatically, fighting an amused smile.

"What's so funny?" She asks.

"Well," he answers, "One, the fact that you're trying your best to act like you didn't just have your bare legs around my waist; and two, the fact that you think I'm not going to come to see you between every class before lunch."

The bashfulness creeps back up ever so quickly and she pushes him away to allow herself to hop down from the desk and leave this rendezvous behind.

"Ok we," she motions between the two of them, "Are mature, great students. We do not do...that, in school. We can keep our hands off each other. We just needed a...moment. Right?" She looks at him for an agreement but she can't seem to dismiss the desire between the two of them.

Xander nods, "If that's what you have to tell yourself to get through the day without your hands all over me then...right."

Their reunion is cut short as the bell rings, signaling the ending of their time together. He pulls her in for one last kiss before they make their way to the door to continue the happiest Monday they've experienced in a while.