Frasia

I was packing a box, clearing the clutter that constantly filled my desk, when I heard the sudden intake of breath.

"What are you doing?" I looked up to match the melodious voice to Frasia, my star pupil. Before I could answer Frasia slammed my door, rushed over to where I was standing and yanked the box from my hands, catching me completely off guard. On a regular day I would have reprimanded her instantly, but today had been especially draining and I didn't have any energy left. That fact, coupled with my shock over her outburst and obvious distress left me completely ungrounded.

"I knew you'd leave, you all leave eventually." She said barely holding back tears and shaking, with what I assumed was an effort not to throw the box accross the room. Now I was confused and for a moment I stood there looking Frasia over, letting my mind stray into uncharted, and extremely dangerous, territory. When I finally pulled my mind out of the gutter and focused again on Frasia's large, almond eyes, I couldn't help but notice, yet again, how painfully beautiful Frasia was. She was beautiful the way lions were when they were hunting, but she seemed as oblivious to her beauty as I was aware of it.

I cleared my throat, "Frasia, what are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere except home, after I finish cleaning up this mess." I gestured to the mess on, in, and surronding my desk. I had been at it for nearly half an hour and it didn't look like I'd made a dent. It was actually pretty ridiculous the rate I was going. The truth was that I had stopped several times while cleaning to think about Frasia, only to suddenly remember that she was my student and that I was supposed to be cleaning, not fantasising.

But damn Frasia looked so good. With long, black hair and carmel skin, her latina heritage shone through in the best ways. There was no denying my attraction to her, that was a pointless excersise. However, I had already resigned myself to not acting on these feelings. Sighing inwardly I braced myself to look back into the cool, and now confused, gaze of Frasia.

"Oh, ok...I see. I'm really sorry, I just think your a wonderful teacher and I just couldn't stand it if you became another person who left me." While she had been talking Frasia had set down the box and grabbed my hand. Now as she grew silent I became increasingly aware of the fact that her thumb was stroking the back of my hand. It was kind of distracting.

"Um, Frasia I don't plan on going anywhere. I'll always be here for you, for anything you need." Maybe that last part was a little too much, I thought as I felt Frasia move closer and inch her hand up my arm.

"I'm so glad to hear that, because there is something I absolutely need from you." Her voice had dropped an octave or two as she pressed closer trapping me between her body and my cluttered desk. My eyes went to the door, which I vaguely remembered Frasia slamming when she stormed in. She followed my line of sight and chuckled as she pressed, impossibly, closer; her face was next to my ear when she whispered, "I need you to kiss me." With that she pulled back and looked right at me, right through me, seeing my obvious arousal, even as I pulled away from her and, wringing my hands, said, "I think you should leave before we both do something we'll regret."

Trying to put some distance between us I moved behind my desk, nearly tripping over the clutter, pretending to be occupied with cleaning when in reality I was trying to stop my heart from beating out of my chest.

"Ms. G, please, I know you feel this too. You want me as much as I want you. I can't sta-"

"Stop, just stop," I try to say in a commanding tone though I was barely whispering and my throat was as dry as sand paper. "This, us, can never happen. So you should just stop before you get one or both of us in serious trouble." With that I sank heavily into my desk chair, fully expecting Frasia to leave. However, Frasia started around the desk, causing me to look up, big mistake. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears but they also held determination and something else, maybe...no, that wasn't lust. Yeah, fat chance I thought as Frasia strolled toward me and, unexpectedly, straddled my lap.

"Frasia, please don't do this." I'm pleading because I know that my resistance is near an end and Frasia knows this as well.

"I know that your not sure about this right now," Frasia wraps both her arms around my neck and leans in close. She's so close that I can smell the pepermint on her breath, "but I'm serious about this." I barely have time to register anything before our mouths meet in a passionate embrace.