Ed: His strong arms slid around me and he lifted me once more. Too much of my brain was still lost in the ecstasy of my body to even think about wondering where we were going. Trusting him with all of me meant trusting he wouldn't do anything too terribly embarrassing or crazy. Slowly, I regained some sort of cognizance. Even with a few part of my brain back to full functionality, however, it still took me a few seconds to realize why the view from here was so terribly familiar and why the surface was so cool to the touch. It was my desk, where I usually spent most of an hour each morning staring at this particular teacher and daydreaming. His gaze met mine, his dark eyes warm and somehow soft –gentle, maybe. "Hey," he greeted me softly, a luxuriant smile spreading across decadent lips. Holy mother of Shiva. This incredible man was looking at me with something so much deeper than lust in his eyes, even knowing exactly what I had been and what I had gone through. "Hey," I returned, sliding my arms around his neck so that I could bring those lips back to mine. A strangled sound rumbled out of the back of his throat a mere instant before I found myself crushed against him. His mouth moved hungrily –a little desperately, even– over mine. It was a long moment before I recalled that my hunger had been sated –but he hadn't sated himself. I couldn't let him go –not until my lungs began to burn for oxygen. I was reluctant even then, drawn to the tenderness and restraint of this man. As if summoned by my thoughts of his tenderness, he rained soft kissed on my face, starting slowly and working down. Ironically, for all of my appreciation of his tenderness, it was still a bit alien to me –even stunning. Yet there was no way to tell him or any reason to end it: I was drowning in the flood of it. When his lips descended on mine in the most tender kiss I had ever received in my life, I couldn't help but reciprocate it. I want to project how I felt about him, how he made me feel, and how much I couldn't help but want him through this kiss. I wasn't sure if he received all of that, but he ran his hands down my chest –pausing a moment to tweak my sensitized nipple through the shirt I still wore and make me moan. I felt the quirk of his lips against mine and knew that he was smiling again. My hands took action on their own, crawling to the top of his breastbone before raking my nails down his chest. His aroused rumble made me smile and sooth the marks I had left behind with my fingertips. Being that I was shorter than he was and I was in a position that provided me better leverage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and supported my weight there only for the short amount of time that it took me to wrap my legs about his waist. I felt his shiver when the cold metal of my prosthetic limbs met his bare skin. I found the contrast of cool, unyielding steel and warm, moon-pale skin striking and more than a bit arousing. When his lips fell to the sensitive skin of my neck, I opened myself to him. I wanted more of him, more of the sensations he stirred in me, more of the desire he kindled from a tiny flame to a roaring blaze.
A Biased Observer: I watched them from the doorway, where I had cracked the door open while they hadn't been paying any attention. I could see them together, moaning and touching each other. I'd seen them, watching each other with heat in their eyes when the other wasn't looking. Honestly, I had hoped that their mutual infatuation would pass without such an incident. But clearly, from the scene before me, all of my hopes had been completely in vain. The only option I had left was to report the actions to the school board anonymously and pray that my beautiful lover would come back to me. Sure, neither one of them would be able to show their faces at this school again even if the charges didn't stick, but wasn't the cause of my love worth more than that?