Laughing Fate (35 page)

The office was silent for about a second after Puck’s outburst. The Doctor was nodding and writing down notes once again and Potter was just staring into Puck’s eyes.  It hurt to think that he had hurt her with his proposals, but now that she said it like that…he mentally kicked himself for being stupid. No wonder she had been refusing his proposals. He was so stupid!

A tinny beep filled the room and the Doctor smiled as she put down her notepad. “Well that’s all the time we have for today. We’ll have to continue this at our next visit. It was nice to meet both of you. See the receptionist about your next appointment.” She picked up her little alarm clock and reset the alarm.

Puck jumped up happy as a clam to have gotten all of that off of her chest. Potter just sat there with his mouth open.

“But what about my turn?”

“
We’ll have to continue this next time. Your time is up, I’m afraid.” With that the tall woman stood gracefully up and walked out of the room, her black heels clicking on the wooden floors.

“
But…”

Puck smiled softly at him and pulled on his hands. “Come on, let’s go out to eat.”

“I think I made a mistake.”

“
Oh?”

Potter smiled ruefully as he allowed Puck to pull him up and they walked arm in arm out of the office. “She obviously hates men.”

“Hey! All she did for like the first ten minutes was psychoanalyze me, searching for the root of all of our problems in me!”

“
Yeah, but now she thinks I’m to blame,” Potter said sullenly.

“
Oh cheer up; that was funner than I thought it would be.”

“
Funner ain’t a word sweet heart.”

“
Neither is aint.”

“
Get your butt in the car.”

Puck smiled as she jumped in the car. The shrink was SO on her side!

Chapter 12: Embarrassingly Yummy

“
Why did you come here?” Potter’s voice was rich and dark, just like chocolate.

Puck furled her brow and nibbled on her bottom lip. Something wasn’t right here. Potter had a great voice, but it had never sounded so deliciously yummy before. She looked up at him, met his gaze and found it difficult to look away. His eyes were dark and intense, focused solely on her. Puck swallowed nervously and took a small step back. Potter looked amazing; he was dressed in a black suit that fit him perfectly. Puck had never seen him dressed so nice before, it should have seemed weird, but Potter looked so confident in the suit, that Puck forgot that he never wore suits or dress clothes.

“You did come for a reason?” His rich voice was tinged with amusement, but also held a slight hint of impatience. He looked powerful, completely in charge; she must be keeping him from something important.

Puck looked around and frowned to see a classroom. What was Potter doing at the school? Was he a teacher here? Puck looked down at herself and wondered, ‘what am I doing here?’ She was wearing a blue skirt that showed a lot of leg, and a white uniform shirt that fit snugly around her breasts. Puck looked back up at Potter and saw his hungry gaze wandering over her body. She was used to seeing Potter sneak quick looks at her, but he had never been so blatantly sexual before. Puck wasn’t certain she liked the look in his eyes. He was objectifying her body, dang it! Where was the respect and humor that was so common in his eyes?

“I only have ten minutes before my next class, so whatever it is that you wanted, you will have to make it quick.” He had turned his attention away from her, and was organizing papers on his desk.

“
Umm, I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I’m a little confused. You’re a teacher?”

“
Ah, I see. You don’t know how to ask for what you need. Come here and I will relieve you of your ache.”

“
My ache?” What the heck was Potter talking about? He had put down his papers and was walking towards her. He didn’t sound like Potter at all; he was more commanding and sensual than normal. Puck felt like a stalked prey as he strode over to her and tilted up her chin with one long finger.

“
You poor thing, you really don’t know do you? Have you ever been kissed before?”

“
Yes you dolt! You have kissed me!”- was what Puck wanted to say, should have said. Instead in a quivering voice she replied, “No…never.”

“
I watch you around the boys your age- they don’t appreciate the strength of your character, the beauty of your smile. At first I tried to force myself to forget you, a teacher should not feel such things for their student.”

Student? Puck found it hard to think anything other than sluggish thoughts as she stared into Potter’s eyes, but she was pretty sure that the term student did NOT apply to her. She was older than Potter, why was he talking like this? Despite all the confusion his words brought, Puck felt her heart pound against her chest. Surely Potter could hear it? She felt like she had a fever, her skin was flushed, and each breath came in shallow little pants. What were these feelings? They felt new to Puck, she didn’t know what to do or say, but she needed something from Potter.  Her brain must have flown right out the window, because all the confusion drifted out of her to be replaced with the strange feelings Potter had brought.

“But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get you out of my thoughts. We are a like, the two of us. We belong together; surely the rules don’t apply to us. I want to kiss you, to be your first and only kiss-

His finger was caressing her chin, sending tiny thrills down her spine and pooling in between her legs. She had never felt so deliciously wicked before. For weeks now the new teacher had been paying her special attention, smiling down at her in approval. She had known that he found her attractive- but this was the first time he had spoken the words. What harm could one little kiss do?

His mouth slowly descended and claimed her mouth. His kiss was dark chocolate: warm and rich and entirely wicked. She felt a curious warmth in between her legs- different from before. They were both still standing- the only parts of them touching was his lips on her and his one hand that had settled against her cheek. It wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t he touching her? Hadn’t he said that he would take away the ache?

“
My next class will be here any minute. Are you wearing underwear?”

“
What?” She asked, still in a daze. His eyes were almost black and his voice was gruff from passion.

He gently but firmly pushed her over to her desk and deftly reached one hand underneath her skirt. She gasped at the unfamiliar feel of his hands against her soft flesh. She tried to push him away, but he ignored all her protests. He grunted when he fingered her underwear, the slight brush of his fingers against her most private area causing Puck to suck in her breath.

“Tomorrow I don’t want you to wear underwear. I want you to think of me every second of the day and wonder what I will do to you. Do you hear? Tomorrow, we will meet after my class.”

Puck could only nod her head in agreement. She was still lost in a daze of passion from his kiss and the feel of his strong hand against her tender flesh. She heard the sound of the bell ringing- signaling the next class would begin in 5 minutes, and jerked out of her daze.  The class would come filing in any minute now. She pulled her skirt down her legs and sat primly at her desk.

The next day went by like a blur. By the time class ended and all the students had filed out, Puck was trembling with desire. It all felt so wicked, sitting at her desk with out her underwear, waiting for her teacher to tell her what to do next. The thought of what Potter could do to her was making it difficult to breath. Their love was forbidden, and must be kept a secret. It all gave Puck such a thrill to think of all the things he could teach her about finding pleasure.

“
Stand up and sit on top of your desk, Puck.” Potter was locking the door and loosening his tie as he spoke. He sounded so authoritative that she did not hesitate to obey.

“
Good. Now spread your legs slightly. I have to make sure that you obeyed my commands.” He walked over to her, his half lidded eyes devouring her body. He gave her a long slow kiss, his hand resting on her thigh, the other reaching towards her skirt. This somehow felt wrong… In fact now that Puck thought about it- what was she doing in a school with Potter’s hand up her skirt?

“
What are you doing?” Puck asked shakily. “I don’t understand any of this.”

“
Ah. How about a little reward for obeying me?” Potter said in that strange voice he had. The rich dark chocolate voice he had- that was far more sensual and commanding than his regular voice. Why was she letting him control her like this? She should just get up and demand some answers. Why were they in a school? Why was his voice all weird? And why in the world was he objectifying her body? She was not some playboy bunny that would just spread her legs on cue.

Puck jerked at the feel of his hand on her bare thigh and gasped out something about bunnies and respect. Her words were a jumbled mess, however, and he probably didn’t put too much stock into her refusal being as that she was moaning and slumped against his arm which had snaked around her to prevent her from falling backwards off the table. A series of scenes flashed before her eyes of Potter kissing her, touching her, stroking her. She frowned, she wasn’t a bunny was she?

“Shhh…calm down. It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“
What?! Calm down?!” Puck shrieked inside of her head. She wasn’t capable of thought right now. She was so close to that elusive something that her body yearned for. She felt as if she was on the edge of something and if Potter would just…

His hands withdrew and Potter walked back to his desk.  Puck slumped against the desk and glared at him. He was a hedonistic son of a bit-

“Puck! Wake up, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

Puck jerked upright and panted softly. She turned to glare at Potter, ready to demand that he finish what he started when sudden understanding hit her. She had been dreaming with Potter right next to her. Oh my god. She felt herself blushing and quickly turned her face away. She remembered now. They had been star gazing on his lawn. She had been walking home after working at the diner and had been waylaid by Potter. He had spread a blanket on his lawn and had strawberries and iced tea ready.

They had both been lying on their backs, side by side, staring off into the night when she must have fallen asleep. She sure hoped he didn’t know what she had been dreaming. Puck felt her face get even redder at the idea.  She would just die if he knew that she had been having that kind of dream about him. It had felt so real, the feelings had been so intense, and even now she still felt the desire pulsing between her legs. Puck tightly squeezed her legs together and pulled her knees up so she could wrap her arms around them. She wasn’t the stupid innocent school girl in her dream- she knew what she was feeling. No way was she going to reenact her dream with Potter tonight.

“
Are you okay? You were moaning in your sleep.”

“
I’m fine,” Puck got past the frog in her throat. She knew her voice sounded raspy, but hopefully he would think that she was just tired. 

She could feel his gaze on her, he was no dummy. He would be able to sense that something weird was going on.

“Are you sure? You were moaning a lot.”

Puck turned wide eyes towards Potter, alarmed thoughts running through her head. She hadn’t said anything out loud had she? She hadn’t…gulp…touched herself had she? Oh god! If she had, she would never be able to face Potter again. She had to change the subject and fast!

She smiled at him and thanked him for the star gazing, trying to keep her voice from sounding high and shrieky. She didn’t usually embarrass easily, but if Potter had even an inkling of what her dream was then she’d go shoot herself and bury her dead body on some cow farm in Oklahoma.

“
I really do have to go now. I’ll see you later.”

“
Okay.” Puck could hear the suspicion in his voice. That one word had been long and drawn out like he didn’t believe her. He knew that she was trying to hide something. No way was she going to tell him what. She knew that technically she was being a coward (something that normally she despised in herself) but it didn’t stop her from running all the way home. She had a lot of pent up desire to burn off. Maybe she would take a cold shower once she got home…

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Potter lay on his back with arms cushioning his head. Puck had just ran the heck out of dodge a couple of minutes ago. He had wanted to do something special for her, so he had arranged this surprise star gazing date. He had bought the juiciest looking strawberries and had stolen his Aunt Rose’s famous iced tea earlier in the day. He had hidden behind a bush- waiting for Puck and had snatched her up as she walked by. Not such a great idea, Potter thought ruefully.

Potter grinned and idly rubbed his stomach were Puck had elbowed him sharply in his gut. It hadn’t been the playful jab that she was so fond of doing to him, but the kind of blow that was usually reserved for self defense. His Puck sure was a fighter. He had jumped back from her with both hands raised in surrender and had yelled out his name. After she had calmed down a little, he had led her to the blanket and they had spent a happy hour staring up into the stars.