Lesson 1 ~Seventh Years~

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget waved her wand in front of her bulky trunk for it to unpack itself. She couldn’t remember what had inspired her to come here in the first place. Taking up a teaching position hadn’t exactly been on her aspiration list. She supposed that she missed Hogwarts…missed the only real home that she had ever known. The feelings that were reawakened when she had walked through the long hallways were indescribable. The Care of Magical Creatures had always been her favorite subject, and teaching it to students couldn’t possibly be too bad. Besides, with this class she could take the kids out into the forest whenever she felt in the mood for it, and not have to worry about breaking any rules this time.

She had made the mistake of waiting until autumn was almost over before applying for the job. If the Care of Magical Creatures teacher hadn’t recently taken a leave of absence, then she would have had to wait until the following year to begin. As it was though, she had come in at the perfect time to take over the now vacant position for the remainder of the term. Bridget fell back onto her bed, and closed her eyes for a few moments to rest. It had been a long week, what with making all of the arrangements for her property, and having to stop in Diagon Alley for a few items to take to Hogwarts with her. She had managed to transport Dixie, and even convinced Professor Dumbledore to allow her to stay on the grounds, but her other babies couldn’t come with her. She closed up her stables, and rented her tiny house to a couple of newly wed muggles.

Bridget couldn’t say that she was exuberant with her life, but she was content. She had accepted the fact that she would always live alone a long time ago. There was no point in dreaming about something that wouldn’t happen. Love might be real for some people, but for her it would always be a far away fantasy. You had to actually be honest in a relationship to be with someone. Being honest was a luxury that Bridget didn’t have. Her thoughts gradually dissipated until all went black.

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Her eyes snapped open once she realized that she had drifted off to sleep. She brushed a comb quickly through her hair before stumbling out into the corridor. Damn! She thought to herself, when she checked her watch. She was going to be late for her first class. She sped briskly out to the lawn, and spotted a group of scattered students not much younger than herself. She could bet anything that these delinquents most likely made up her seventh year class. She definitely had her work cut out for her here. As her eyes glanced from person to person, she wondered if working with wild and dangerous creatures was a safer job. She found the answer after watching an unknown boy with blonde hair hold a much smaller boy in a head lock. This was definitely scarier.

"Good afternoon everyone…” she spoke loudly, trying to get everyone’s attention over the chaos. Unfortunately her attempt was getting nowhere. The squabbles coming from the bunch, greatly overpowered her delicate voice. Annoyed at being ignored, Bridget whipped out her wand that was tucked on the inside of her robes. She pointed into the air, shooting blue sparks into the sky that crackled and popped like fireworks. A hush feel over the mob, and she sighed in relief, glad that she had been able to restore some order. They were going to get a rude awakening if they had thoughts about her being a push-over, who lets the class behave more like wild animals than future wizards. With flushed cheeks, and hands planted firmly on her wait from the anger rising inside of her, she greeted her class for the second time that afternoon.

“I said good morning. If any of you would have been paying attention instead of reenacting an American Indian hunt, then we would have actually gotten some where instead of wasting all of our time. Now, as I was saying. My name is Professor Ashford and I will be taking over the class for the remainder of the term. For those of you who study and shut your mouths long enough for me to give a word in edge wise, you will do just fine in my class. In contrast…if you have mistaken my instruction time as a free period…you will quickly regret it,” she voiced sternly, aggravated that half the class still appeared to be ignoring her. And to think…she had thought this job would be easy. Ha.

“Now. Which one of you can give a basic explaination of a Runespoor, and why this creature is unique?” She asked, quickly noticing that nobody had raised their hands. She sighed, frustrated, “Anyone at all?” Eyes scanning the crowed again, she spotted a hand waving in the distance. “You, in the back,” she said, pointing in his general direction. "What is your name, and the answer please?” she asked him.


OOC: Okay. I realize that I used the beginning from the RP example, but I'm tired and thus am too lazy to make up a new beginning

[jonringo]

Jonnie was wondering where the Professor was as he leaned against the back wall. He stood apart from the others, deciding not to associate with anyone for the moment, his recent associations had left him dazed, and confused. He was not sure why he was even in class today. Rumor had it that the Professor had left the school in a rush, something about being bitten by something or another. Jonnie was also wondering why he continued to take this course, even in his seventh year. He shook his head, the only thing he could think of was his love for animals. He had always been fond of pets, having one himself, back in his flat in London. He smiled to himself as a new woman rushed into the room, almost fifteen minutes late for the class.

Jonnie watched as she tried to speak to the rumbling students, failing somewhat. His eyes dropped on her as she sent sparks from her wand, he smirked slightly. Immediately liking this new meat, of a teacher. He listened to her words, and then wondered why she would start off in such a rush, not even knowing some of the students in the class. This one was new. He leaned back, and lifted his hand to his hair, running his fingers through it.

His attention snapped too as the Professor called out to him, Jonnie glanced to his hand, which had appeared to be in the air, he blinked a moment, then looked at the teacher. He tried to recall her question, it had slipped out of his mind slightly. Then he grinned, his charming smile making his lips curve slightly as he gazed at her through the part in his dark hair. He thought she looked familiar but so much had happened to Jonnie in the last few weeks that he could not put a finger on where he had seen her before. He sighed lightly, and opened his mouth.

"Ma'am, My name is Ringo. Jonnie Ringo." He said, over the crowd as he looked at her. He was struck with how charming she looked herself, with a soft features, and steel eyes, Jonnie smiled, and pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He thought quickly, going over some of the things he had read before, and the answer came to him. He nodded, and crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head, and crossed his legs as he leaned against the back wall.

"And your answer is actually very simple, for those that would bother to pick up a damn book once in awhile. A runespoor is a magical three-headed, snake commonly reaching a length of six to seven feet. It is colored livid orange with black banding; native to Burkina Faso, I believe, where several forests are designated as preserves for its sole use. The runespoor is unique among known magical beasts for producing its eggs through its mouths which I find interesting. But of course, I could be wrong. You tell me, after all you are the new Professor. Mrs. Ashford, is it? Or, are you unmarried?" Jonnie grinned, pulling out his usual charm, trying to both make her at ease, and needle her slightly for information. He thought he would ignore all the other students and focus his attention on her, finding her the most interesting Professor he had ever seen since coming to Hogwarts.

Jonnie softly pushed this thought to the back of his already confused mind, but he remained grinning, with his charm on in full force. Doing his best to maintain eye contact with her, and pushing out slightly with his unique gift, to feel her emotions, to sense what she was thinking... and maybe, just maybe to see if she was also interested in some of the same things Jonnie currently was more than interested in. Perhaps, his cheeky mouth might be rewarded with a detention, then he would be with her, alone, and see who she was, and what she was all about. He could already tell she was not much older than himself, and that she was putting on a mean teacher face, hiding something much deeper inside. And this made Jonnie even more interested as he watched her, his hair in his eyes once again. And he waited to see exactly how this one would respond to him, and his off handed charm.

[Bridget Ashford]

The reaction from the boy, who she had called on, was one of shock. A screeching sound of many chairs moving across the flooring arose, as the students turned to get a better view. Stepping aside to see beyond the mob of teenagers, Bridget froze as she instantly recognized his face. His dark chocolate colored eyes showed through his veil of shimmering black hair casting a mysterious aura. She recognized him as the same guy who had witnessed her mishap with the lamp post in Diagon Alley only a few months ago. She wondered if he remembered her as well, though he probably didn’t. An attractive guy like him wouldn’t recall stumbling upon such an ordinary girl. Bridget knew that her plain features were far from beautiful.

Unable to take her eyes off him, she watched as his full lips arched into a smile that was partially covered by his curtain of hair. As he introduced himself, she felt her skin tingle with his voice. The rich sound was crisp and clear, his accent only adding to the dark, seductive tone. She observed him crossing his arms and legs, as he leaned into the wall. From this stance, she could see his muscles outlined in the fabric of his robes. And god did this kid have a nice body. Bridget silently cursed herself for allowing these thoughts. There was a dark bolded line between acceptable associations with students and forbidden ones. The last thing she needed was to be fired from her first real position.

She felt her jaw drop as she heard his description of a runespoor. His knowledge seemed to be very extensive, and all from memory no less. Though she was very impressed, she had no trouble closing her mouth at his sassy remark, and his curiosity of her marital status. She subconsciously brushed a few strands of hair that had come lose from her messy bun from her face. Her cheeks pink and teeth clenching, Bridget felt embarrassed and irritated at the same time. She couldn’t quite distinguish if his comment was an insult, a compliment or if he truly was curious. Either way, she wasn’t sure if the buzzed feelings flowing through her were a reaction to him or the snickers and whispers from everyone else.

Bridget rubbed her temples softly in a circular motion trying to calm the storm of thoughts in her mind. Used to living a numb, unfeeling life, she wasn’t sure what to make of all these emotions. She had always possessed the large amount of self-control necessary to keep her feelings hidden. Why was her control failing her now? Through the chaos in her head, it dawned on her that she hadn’t yet given him an answer. She pulled herself partially together and glanced upwards, trying to avoid Jonnie’s gaze.

“That is correct Mr. Ringo,” she spoke her voice void of emotion. Incapable of giving the lecture she had planned, she wrote the assignment on the board and told her class to get started on researching magical serpents now. “If I were you I would prepare for a pop quiz,” she hinted before sinking down into her chair. Bridget rested her head in her hands and tried to sort out the jumble of thoughts. The time ticked by until class had come to an end. “Class is dismissed…oh and Jonnie, could you please stay behind?” she asked him, finally looking into the eyes that she had evaded all period.

[jonringo]

Jonnie lifted his eyes from his text and looked to the teacher when she called him out. He smirked softly under his long strained of dark hair, and tilted his head so the part would let him look at her. He was not sure if a detention would follow, or if she would perhaps answer his question. He stood up, knocking his books off his desk, and not caring where they landed. His eyes locked on her and he moved past the other exiting students, his eyes straying to a few as they passed. He pushed one out of his way, and went to her large desk, propping himself on the corner, his back to her as the others left the room.

Jonnie ran a hand through his hair, as he often did when in thought, and turned to look down at the Professor with the hair in a tight bun. He glanced away, and smiled, no sure exactly what was planned, but Jonnie was good at thinking on his feet, not allowing his heart to led. He sighed softly as he thought of all the things he had to do that very night, and wondered briefly how long this one would keep him. He decided shortly after that it did not matter, he would stay for as long as it took.

This new teacher interested him, and Jonnie found when he was interested in something, he would do what it took to learn about it, and decide what to do about it later. He turned around and looked down to her.

"So, are you going to answer my question," his voice a soft whisper, as he spoke, his eyes trailing over her, and landing firmly on her eyes. "After all, I answered your question, turn about is fair play." He smiled softly, turning his full charm onto this new Professor as he sat on the corner of her desk, as curious as ever.

~OOC~ Sorry Bri, kinda short, I know, but let's get on with it shall we?~

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget followed Jonnie with her eyes as he made his way to her desk. He leaned against the side, his back facing her. She couldn’t help but notice that the backside of him was just as appealing as, if not more, than the front. Too busy watching him brush through his hair with his fingertips; she didn’t even realize that they were alone in the classroom until his voice echoed slightly when he spoke barely above a whisper. When his eyes found hers she became lightheaded, and had to remind her lungs to keep breathing.

“After all, I answered your question, turn about is fair play.”

Bridget felt her knees wobble beneath her, quickly grabbing her chair for support. His voice was just too alluring; practically dribbling sex appeal that tempted her in more ways than she was comfortable with. There was an unusual feeling of want and inquisition inside her that made her scared and yet exhilarated at the same time. She was shocked at the sudden urges her body had for him… how she longed to know how his voice would sound moaning her name if she gave into her insecurities. No. She scolded herself. This wasn’t like her, and that was a scary thought. She had to remain under control if not for her job than for her secret. Bridget was not going to let him destroy the burrier around her that had taken her years to build. It was a wall that she depended on to separate her from everyone else. But when she looked into his eyes, she already felt her defenses crumble. She felt naked under his gaze, like he could see right through her. And for reasons unknown to her…she didn’t turn away.

“No…I’m not married. I would have to go on a date first,” she spoke slowly and quietly, “and I don’t date.” That statement was so true it hurt. Bridget had never let herself get that close to anyone. Deep down, she knew it wasn’t just about protecting her secret, but something even more terrifying. She was afraid of loving someone who could never feel the same for her. Afraid of being rejected again…of being forgotten while the pain for her never went away. Bridget wasn’t going to let that happen again. She wasn’t going to let herself become so vulnerable. So she lived her life alone, acting like someone she wasn’t, while she hid from the world.

At least...until she met this cheeky student who seemed to possess the means to break through her fortress. A large part of her was terrified. But there was something else...an unfamilar spark inside..... that begged desperately to let him in.

[jonringo]

Jonnie leaned down, placing his elbow on the desk, and placing his head in the palm of his extended hand. He titled his head, to let his hair part so he could look down to the familiar face. It was bothering him that he had seen her before, but was not sure where she was when he saw her. He tried to think for a few moments as she spoke to him, unlike any teacher would, but more like an old friend. He smiled to her, and looked at her as she spoke and looked at him. There was no barriers to Jonnie, he could easily read what she was thinking, and feel what she was feeling, using the soft gift he was blessed (cursed) with. He knew she was intrigued, and this in turn, interested Jonnie. He sighed, lightly under his breath.

A clear day, right before the start of term, a quiet street, a cold drink... a street lamp. Jonnie's eyes fell onto hers, his gaze locked down on her as he remembered who she was, and where he had seen her before. She had been on Diagon Alley this Summer, and had ran into a lamp post, hitting her head, and Jonnie had been there. Talked to her, gave her a napkin to stop the bleeding... he knew her, as she knew him. He wondered if she remembered him, and suddenly knew she had, or did. He walked around to the side of the desk, and then leaned down to her, his lips coming close to her ear, almost touching, his breath soft on her hair as he whispered.

"Not running into any lamp posts lately, are we?" His voice soft, as he moved his head slowly around her head, to look into her eyes, as close as he dared to get to a professor, his soft finger tips touching her face, briefly at the spot that had bled when she hit the post. He moved his hand, and his eyes looked to the spot, then back into her eyes. He smiled, not only was it his charming smile, but it was a warm smile, a genuine smile, one he shared only with those few who he knew and cared for.

It had been a long time since he had first met Bridget, but he was fond of her immediately after their meeting. And he had wondered about what had happened to her in those days that had passed since that fateful meeting. He touched her hair softly, moving his hand over her ear for a second, and then moved away again, taking his spot by her desk once again.

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget’s heart stopped as Jonnie leaned down to her ear. His hot breath on the back of her neck sent tremors of heat through her body. She wondered if it was proper to be so close to a student. If these waves of heat were a causal and acceptable reaction. After his husky soft whisper reached her eardrums, she knew the answer, for her entire body heat collected into a concentrated place between her legs. This wasn’t appropriate. Warnings and lectures were swarming in her head but she didn’t pull back. It had been so long since any man had been this close, even longer since a man had made her ache like this. But then…no man had ever been able to make her feel quite like this. Her body craved Jonnie in ways that she didn’t think possible. She longed to have him kiss every inch of her flesh, to drag his tongue down her stomach to her core. Most of all, she wanted him to touch her in ways nobody else had before. Bridget wanted to feel his emotions for her travel through his caress to her heart. As his fingertips grazed over the scar on her forehead from her collision with the lamp post, he smiled warmly at her. He smiled like best friends would to each other; like he cared for her. Bridget yearned for him to care, to feel even the slightest bit of love for her. She wanted him to do the impossible.

“No…I think I scared them all away after the first accident.”

His touch to her hair and ear caused the heat inside her abdomen to churn most unpleasantly. Bridget ached for him to kiss her and as soon as the through entered her mind, a shudder of fear washed through her. She had never been kissed before, nor had she ever met someone that she ached for him to do just that. What was wrong with her? After he had pulled away, she shook her head trying to clear it from these thoughts. The motion was pointless. She couldn’t get the urges that she had for Jonnie out of her mind, or make the heated ache go away.

What was she going to do? What could she do? The thought of him taking her right here in the classroom on the desk flashed in her mind. No she scolded. He would have to agree to that, and even then his actions wouldn’t be driven from love. In the next moment, Bridget suddenly didn’t care. She wanted to lose it to him…with him. The man who actually made her feel again. The man who brought her out of the shadows, and broken through her defenses. For once in her life Bridget wanted to do something impulsive. Something completely stupid and reckless that she would never forget. She walked before him, and stared into his eyes.

“Okay, I know this is crazy. I know that you’re probably going to turn and run to the headmaster after my request, and I can accept that. You made me feel again…and I’m not going to run away from my feelings,” she spoke, trembling with nerves. “Jonnie…I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want you to teach me how to be loved."

[jonringo]

Lips slanted into a curve, eyes dropped to hers, arms reached out touching her softly, moving her hair slightly, then running a finger down her cheek. Jonnie let his eyes crawl over here, if ever so briefly, as he titled his head, letting his own dark hair fall into his eyes, but peering through the part. Jonnie was not sure what to think, but sometimes it was the thinking that brought you further away from that which you craved the most. This odd year at Hogwarts had taken a strange new turn, one he was sure would led to other events, some good, some not so. He thought for just a second, before, without a reply, his lips searched out hers. Lightly at first, still unsure, they brushed across her full lips, tingling with a sensation Jonnie knew he enjoyed the most. He pressed against her, arms wrapping over her, and pulling her into the kiss, lips parted, tongue lightly touching her bottom lip. A light brush, flesh on flesh, then deeper, moving his head to tilt against hers, pushing his body next to hers. Feeling a slight tremble as all thoughts of morals escaped Jonnie's head. His eyes pressed close as he kissed the Professor.

Slightly moving his body, to push her against the desk, Jonnie reached up and yanked the bun from her hair, pulling her hair down, tilting her head ever so slightly, as his lips trailed down her chin, touching lightly, then making the way to her exposed neckline. Fingers curled into her hair, as he nibbled, letting his teeth glide over her skin, pressing down, leaving indentations in her soft flesh. He bit, making a mark, one he would call his own, as his tongue traced around her neck, and down to her collar bone, moving slowly, then another nibble. He smiled as he looked back up to her, hands in hair, other arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back into him, moving her body easily as he searched out another kiss. Sweet and bitter, both at the same time. Sweet for the rising lust he was feeling for her, bitter because he was not sure how far this lust would be allowed to grow.

He traced his lips lightly on her cheek, moving slowly around her head to press against her ear. His tongue touching her, then a soft breath as he blew lightly. He smirked again, and then leaned in to whisper again.

"I believe this is one detention, I shall never regret." A soft word, tickling in its simplicity as he kissed her again, just below her ear lobe, moving to her neck, to the corner of her shoulder, the hand around her waist moving up lightly. He touched her navel, the moved on to her abs, then up further still, to brush lightly against her breast, as his hand made its way to her neck, to pull her once again back into a kiss. Deep, passionate, and very fulfilling.

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget’s skin tingled as Jonnie ran his finger down her cheek. He closed the gap between them and she locked her eyes with his, her gaze filled with intensity. She hungered for his touch and his hot breath on her skin. All thoughts of doubt and fear departed as he gently brushed his lips against hers. Time was lost as he deepened their kiss; as he tasted her mouth with his tongue. She didn’t hesitate when he pulled her into his body and she felt his heat through his robes. Nor did she stop him from slamming her back into the desk, and ripping her hair down. Her body throbbed for him, silently begging him to go further.

She moaned as she felt his lips on her neck. She shivered with delight when he nibbled lightly on her soft smooth skin. When he bit down, she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He trailed further down to her collar bone, and she felt him nibbling her skin again as he went. Her eyes bright from happiness and satisfaction, she returned his smile glad to have him holding her. She loved the sensation of his hand buried in her hair, and his arm around her wait. He held her in a grasp that was both protective and gentle at the same time, two adjectives that nobody had ever expressed for her.

Bridget had to remind herself to breathe as his tongue grazed the sensitive skin on her ear. She could sense him smirking before leaning in to whisper,

“I believe this is one detention I shall never regret.”

Her heart leaped at his words, her mind wanting desperately to believe them. She didn’t want Jonnie to regret kissing her. She could never forgive herself for her own selfishness if that was the case. She felt a low groan pass through her lips as Jonnie drug kisses from her ear lob, down her delicate neck to her shoulder. She moaned as he fingers brushed against her breast, an area that had never been breached before. His hand moved to her neck, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Bridget’s head swirled as she felt his tongue work magic inside her mouth. She wondered how she had lived so long without Jonnie’s kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, not wanting this moment to end, wanting to stay in his embrace forever.

Bridget tugged at Jonnie’s robes trying to slide them off. She wanted to feel his skin against her. Once she finally freed him of his robes and sweater, (and anything else he might be wearing on top) she ran her fingers down his bare chest, as she continued to kiss him. She pulled her own black robe off, exposing her navy blue sweater and black jeans beneath it. Bridget wanted him to see her….all of her…in a way nobody else had before. She was ready to give him a part of her that had been out of reach for anyone else. She wondered how he would react to her, and if he was ready and willing to give the same thing.

“Jonnie,” she whispered breaking the kiss, “Am I going to fast? I’m not exactly an expert on matter such as this…”

[jonringo]

Jonnie kicked the robes in the floor away, not wanting anything to get in between him and her, knowing that he wanted more than anything to feel her pressed against him, touching him, moving with him. He looked down at her, seeing the form of her body through the soft sweater she was wearing, and it took him only mere moments to remove this sweater, ball it up, and drop it beside them as his lips pressed down on her now exposed shoulder, kissing lightly down the front of her chest, to come to rest on the erectness of the nipple below the soft silk bra. His tongue darted around in a soft circle as his arms moved, making his hands run over the flesh of her back. He tracked down to the small of her back, and kissed lower, to her belly button, moving his tongue slowly to lick, kiss, then grab the button at her waist with his teeth.

In one swift movement of his head, a mere shake to the right, his teeth had pulled the button lose, and unzipped down the front, his eyes looking up to her, wondering if she would stop him. She had mentioned that she was afraid of moving too fast, but Jonnie was not worried. The look on her face alone was mere pleasure, and anticipation, Jonnie was not about to stop now. He pulled her up to a sitting position on the desk, and kissed her full lips once again, his tongue easily sliding into her mouth.

He again, pressed his body against hers, feeling the softness of her bra move on his chest, as his arms moved up, and he slide the straps down the softness of her shoulders. He thought to answer her question but he had hoped that his actions would speak louder than words. Unless she stopped him, or they were interrupted, Jonnie had full intention to make love to her, right here, on her own desk.

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget didn’t protest when Jonnie tugged off her sweater. She shivered blissfully as he pressed his hot lips against the cool skin of her shoulder and slowly drug his kisses across her chest. Her nipples tightened with desire for him, his tongue making her blood simmer. Jonnie’s hands on her lower back sent chills through her body only escalating her hunger for his touch. Her heart pumped erratically as his tongue and lips did wonders down her chest and stomach.

Jonnie held the button to her jeans between his teeth, and Bridget looked down at him curiously. In one rapid motion of his head, he freed the button and zipper of her pants. He glanced upward at her, his eyes captivating her once more. Bridget was lost in the chocolate swirls of his eyes, her mind filled with nothing but him. His muscular body that was toned to perfection, the way his hair fell into a seductive black curtain that shaded his eye. Bridget wanted him with every part of her body, her need for his caress consuming her. She felt him lift her petite form so that she could sit on her desk. She kissed him back with a passion and vigor that put Romeo and Juliet’s kisses to shame.

She gently felt him drag the straps to her bra down her now bare shoulders. Locking gazes with him, she knew that her next move would determine the outcome of their meeting. With one simple tug at the clasp to her bra, she would be bare for him. He would see her unprotected and vulnerable, a state that she concealed from the world. Bridget’s conscience was screaming at her to come back to reality and stop this before the situation went any further. She knew that what she was doing was ethically wrong; knew that his hot kisses were contraband and his fiery touch forbidden. But she couldn’t deny the connection that they shared…couldn’t dismiss the way her heart felt whole in his arms. Though it was immoral for her to share herself with him, she knew that she could never do anything that felt so right.

Bridget inhaled deeply before unsnapping the latch of her bra. She slid the silky fabric off completely, and tossed it over her shoulder to the floor. Bridget looked into Jonnie’s eyes trying to read his thoughts, and reactions. She lifted herself up enough so that she could slide her jeans down her thighs and kick them off her ankles. Adorned in only a silk black thong, Bridget’s cheeks flushed a nice shade of pink. She had never shown herself to anyone before, and she wondered if Jonnie could tell…and if he knew how significant this was for her.

[jonringo]

Jonnie moved back enough to look at her, take in every inch of her form, his eyes moving over her, to see her naked form. His own pressure was rising within him, as his body reacted to hers. His hands moved out, stroking her, touching her in places she may never have been touched before. He moved her back, picking her up lightly to set her on the desk. His arm stretched out and he reached for his wand. He said a few soft words and the door to the classroom sealed, no one would interrupt. He looked down at her, his lips touching her skin, moving against her neck, then to her breast, taking one in, and letting it go as he moved his head. Jonnie kneels, dropping to his knees and lifted one of her legs over his should.

The classroom as silent, almost as if no one was there for several moments, as Jonnie did the things his heart and body told him he should do. The invisible audience of none would have applauded as the classroom filled with the beautiful music they shared, body to body, heart to heart. It did not last too long, but it also was slow and tender. Jonnie let her have anything she wanted, taking his time, letting her explore. But after the hours passed, and the light died down to a soft dimness, the love making stopped.

Out of breath he moved against her in the light less room, his wet body touching hers, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers. He had enjoyed her, everything she had done was magic. And he hoped that in return she had enjoyed him, and every bit of what he had offered to her. All he could do was glance at her in the dark, and say several soft words.

"That was incredible." And the dark silence of the room took over, his heart hammering within his chest as he listened to her breath, and felt her tremble against him. He wanted more, but now was not the time. He had already missed several classes, and it was hard to know if she herself had any. But he let these thoughts go and he watched the soft movement of her chest.

[Bridget Ashford]

Bridget smiled to herself as Jonnie snuggled up against her on the large, mahogany desk. Her breathing was still ragged, not to mention that she was having a little trouble calming her erratic heartbeats. He had pleasured her in ways that before seemed incomprehensible, and had chased away the roaring hunger that had been devouring her. Bridget didn’t want this moment to end. She wanted to remain in this dream world with him, forever lying in his arms. Jonnie had stirred up emotions inside of her that were foreign and yet bizarrely familiar at the same time; Feelings that had seeped all the way down to her soul. A soul that she had forgotten even existed. It was as if she had been sleeping all her life, dead, her self conscious just waiting for him to wake her. Though the room was engulfed in darkness, she could make out the shadows with a newfound clarity. Her senses were sharper; less distracted by trivial things that had seemed vital before, but had no importance to her now. All that mattered was Jonnie, and treasuring what little time she had in his embrace.

She listened to the soft melody of his breaths, trying to engrave the way his warmth felt against her into her memory. Bridget knew that she couldn’t keep him. She was a teacher, and he, her student. They were one heart, broken apart and stranded on two opposite sides of a trench. It was a gap that would never go away, and Bridget couldn’t find it in herself to ask him to build a bridge. She wasn’t going to let him make the sacrifices necessary to be with her. She sucked in a deep breath of cold air before turning to face the man who held the key to her heart.

“Jonnie…” she started, her expression unreadable, “This was…amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever imagined…but we…us…we can’t exist.” She kissed his forehead lightly before sitting up and scooting off the desk. “As much as I want you, it’s better for both of us if I let you go,” she whispered mostly to herself than to him. Bridget collected her discarded clothes, dressed, and fumbled through the dark room to the door. She turned to gaze at him one last time, to paint the image of him resting on her desk, eyes filled with lust for her. Then she swung the door open, and stumbled into the corridor. She wrote up a piece of parchment to excuse Jonnie from the classes that he had most likely missed, and slipped it through the crack beneath the door, before dashing through the halls to her room. It wasn’t until her door was safely sealed, and her head had hit the pillow, when she surrendered to the pain welled up inside of her, and allowed the tears to fall.

~~End~~