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Graduation
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The last seven months had been torture for one Kamiya Kaoru and not only because of having to deal with lesson planning, actual teaching and hormonal students. But she would be lying if she said being the ALT (assistant language teacher) of Himura-sensei hadn’t been an honor, although the same went for saying it hadn’t been a pain in the ass.
He was, after all, the most gorgeous man she had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on.
Normally, this probably shouldn’t have posed any major problems but she had discovered quite quickly that she had greatly overestimated her own self control. Dismissing the fact that he would always be present – be it in the classroom or by her side in the corridors and the teacher’s lounge – had been a very foolish mistake on her part. The first week of her new, temporary employment had been one of the more embarrassing experiences in her life with all the stuttering, blushing and overall clumsiness she had exuded. But Himura Kenshin was, without doubt, a truly kind man and – if she thought about it – unnervingly understanding. By the third week she could actually meet his eyes, and by the second month any accidental brush of his hand only meant a shortage of breath rather than a barely concealed squeal.
But by the fourth month, she had started to realize how very pathetic she was.
Attraction, she could’ve dealt with. After all, who wouldn’t be drawn to Himura Kenshin with his short, soft-looking red hair and exotic, indigo eyes? Though, his small build might not be what some were looking for he certainly made it up with his toned muscles visible even in his suit, the peculiar scar on his cheek and the natural charm that seemed to glow around him, attracting moths to flame.
And she had never really been so very willing to get burned, yet the fact remained that she was guilty of having broken rules and pushing lines that really shouldn’t be breached.
Although, with his kind nature and firm beliefs, intelligent mind and warm smiles she figured it wasn’t completely her fault that she had fallen for her senior colleague. Besides, no one would ever know and she would be leaving her employment for a new, permanent one after the summer break which, Himura-sensei had pointed out, began today.
So, she reasoned, being pressed up against a wall by the firm, warm body of Himura Kenshin wasn’t really against any laws. Maybe a few rules, unwritten morals or such, stated it wasn’t that proper to engage in such activities as kissing and groping in a school library during the graduation ceremony taking place in the neighboring building, but at this point – with his hands underneath her bra and his hips tantalizingly grinding against hers – Kaoru really didn’t give a damn about being proper.
Licking her lips at this conclusion, she removed her hands from his silky hair and travelled down his chest – sharp nails pressing lightly against his clothed nipples and earning a growl – before arriving at his belt buckle where she eagerly started tugging it loose.
“Kamiya Kaoru,” he groaned against her ear, his usual light and smooth voice deeper and hoarse with arousal. “You’re going to be the death of this old man.”
“What can I say?” she groaned as his thumb flicked her hardened nipple while his other hand caressed her thigh underneath her wrinkled skirt. “I like lessons by such an experienced man, Himura-sensei.”
His answer was breathy chuckle followed by a sharp nip against her collarbone that had her breath hitching. “Are you playing the naughty school girl, Kamiya-san?”
“Depends,” she mumbled, grinning as she managed to unbuckle his belt. Attacking his zipper next, she titled her head to uncover more of her throat’s skin to his heated kisses. “Depends on what?” he wondered, lips moving against her skin still and moving lower down her shoulder and pushing her shirt out of the way. She swallowed her reply in a moan, arching her back at his sudden thrust and momentarily forgetting to complete the task of unzipping him in favor of enjoying the heated sensations of his attentions.
The rough fabric of his pants felt delicious against her lacy panties and she silently patted herself on the back for wearing this particular pair; old enough to get ruined without being missed, but fresh enough to look good. Like most days, she mused. It really had been a long while since she wore any cotton panties to work and she wondered if she had subconsciously anticipated this moment or simply wanted to look good for him on every level. Nice, matching underwear always did manage to boots her confidence, despite not being visible.
Now, however, she would much rather be without them.
Slipping a hand beneath his now open trousers, she aimed to make her intention clear and was proud to find it seemed to work quite well. He was hot and hard in her hand, skin velvety smooth as she caressed it in slow, deliberate strokes that had him whispering her name in a voice that left her shivering. Her one leg was already hiked high on his hips and she had to suppress a surprised squeal when her other followed. He had hitched her higher up and forced her legs to subconsciously embrace his waist to prevent her from falling without the previous support of the floor, but she found that the new position was much more promising.
“You,” he panted, pausing to remove her eager hand from his member and to bring it to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her palm that, for some reason, had her heart racing before continuing; “You are amazing.”
She met his strangely coloured eyes and swallowed, suddenly nervous, but didn’t manage to ponder long on anything when his fingers suddenly found their way past her panties to caress her hot, wet arousal with steady, confident strokes. His 36 years had served him well so far, she mused as her senses hummed with pleasure from his fingers and mouth as it travelled down to her clothed breasts.
“I wish I could have you naked, my sweet,” he mumbled before sucking on her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, having pushed her bra out of the way earlier, and she whimpered in reply. It made him bite down on her flesh before moving on to the other breast, and she didn’t know if she should hit him or kiss him for the sting he caused with those teeth. Since it had made her lower belly to clench in sudden heat she figured she’d let it slip, and the way his tongue wetted her shirt and caressed her flesh was more than enough to make up for it. And enough to make her growl when he stopped; fingers slowing to feather-light caresses while mouth now only parting to speak. “If you hadn’t provoked me so, I would’ve waited till I could take you home,” he said, and for a moment she wondered how she had provoked him when she had done nothing out of the ordinary but decided it wasn’t worth the time to figure it out.
“Be that as it may,” she hissed, tugging at his ruby hair and grinding her sex against his hand, “but right now, you are going tofuck me.”
She had barely finished speaking before his mouth was on hers but she didn’t complain; she had managed to get him to move again and it was bliss the way his fingers caressed and marked her wet flesh while his tongue mimicked an act she desperately wanted elsewhere. Distracted by his passionate, rough attention it escaped her notice when he pushed her panties out of the way and freed himself completely from his pants. It wasn’t until he quickly buried himself inside her heat with one, hard thrust that she realized, and by then it was already too late. It was already too much.
Her mind went blank as she hit her climax; his previous attention having brought her to the brink while his eager entrance had pushed her over it and she fell, only his name on her lips now that his mouth had returned to her chest. The dusty, dimly lit bookshelves surrounding them had long since disappeared from her sight, now replaced with curious specks of white and shimmering black among reds and purples and golds. He hadn’t stopped moving inside of her and she wondered if she would suffocate herself for the amount of time which must’ve passed since he took her breath away and left her almost immobile in her pleasure.
When he hit that special spot inside, caressing it relentlessly with his fast, deep thrusts she refilled her lungs painfully quick with a delighted gasp; she hadn’t been left with time to figure out where her orgasm had ended and where the new one began. Already she was climbing high and she wanted more and harder and faster and he was delicious; filling her to the brim, tasting her, feeling her, seeing her. She had never felt so worshipped and he had never looked so good with his perfect hair tangled and sticking to his skin, his strict suit messy and wrinkled and his eyes brimmed with warm gold.
It ended with a kiss, deep and hot and wet, and she swallowed his shout of release with a shiver of unexpected pride. He had gone stiff against her but the wicked caress of his fingers made her join him within moments and she moaned into his mouth while grinding against his hips, desperate to make it last just a little bit longer.
“Amazing,” he mumbled, their lips rubbing together still since she refused to let him move away; hands buried deep in his tangled locks of hair. He thrust inside of her one last time, earning a sharp bite to his bottom lip, before they both stilled gasping for air to supply their heated blood. And for a few moments, he simply held her and she took the opportunity to calm her heart and breath; playing with strands of ruby hair while he stroked her hips and thighs with warm, gentle hands.
“Hey, Kenshin,” she whispered in his ear as he rested his head on her shoulder, catching his attention. Her heart had calmed down, even if her breath was still uneven, and she smiled at the soft expression on his face when he turned it to meet her gaze. “About wanting me naked…”
He blinked, looking startled for a few moments before breaking into a delighted laugh that had her grinning.
“If you’re still on, I’ll have you know I took the bus to school today,” she continued, tugging lightly at his hair while he quieted down to return her grin. She had planned to use it as an excuse to get him to take her home in his car, but it would seem there were other perks to it as well.
“My place, then?”
“Your place,” she confirmed, leaning down to kiss him once more.
It had certainly been the best graduation she could remember ever having the pleasure to attend.
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