Immortal

Turning slightly she shifted her body to meet him, holding him close she felt a sense of security and soon felt comfortable. Gerard felt anything but comfort, in his arms was the most precious and pure thing he had every held, and all he could think about doing was corrupting her.
’Elizabeth? Are you awake?’ he whispered, half praying she wasn’t so she wouldn’t have heard his desperate plea to hear her voice once more.
’I’m awake’ she mumbled, her face buried in his shoulder. ‘In turth I am fidning it hard to sleep’ she giggled, rising her face up so it hovered mere inches from his.
’Your not the only onew’ he smiled, ‘I am sorry, I don’t want you to think I want one thing from you, but with you oppressed so close beside me, I cant help but feel naturally excited’
’Shall I move?’ she naively asked, pulling her warm body from his. As the contact left he shivered, ‘No’ he moaned, pulling her back to him, ‘Stay beside me’.
Feeling herself shudder, she pressed her groin close to his and placed her lips upon his, it took Gerard enormous amounts of self control to stop himself from doing something he would regret. Accepting he wasn’t going to feel her completely this evening he decided to play it safe and kiss her tenderly, still holding her close, he tried not to press his arousal too hard against her, but she was aware it was there.
’Gerard’ she sighed, ‘I knew my boyfriend a year, and I never wanted him as much as I want you, yet so much is stacked against our union’
’then sleep’ he soothed, ‘It will seem clearer in the morning, and we can work it out from there, deal?’
’Deal’ she whispered, turning away from him and cuddling into her pillow, feeling his arms wrap around her she sighed as his arousal pressed into her behind and blushed for the thoughts that were streaming through her head.
’G’night Gerard’ she muttered, cuddling his inviting arms close to her chest.
’G’night my sweet’ he whispered back, kissing the back of her neck before falling into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Elizabeth woke to the sound of birds and opened her eyes slowly; someone had been in and parted the curtains. The Window was open and sunlight lit up the bed as if something magical had taken place. A shame fell over her, as she realised somebody had seen her in bed with him, yet as she came to her senses she felt him still wrapped around her, and felt sure that if anyone had seen them they would believe them a loving couple. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful dream, she thought bitterly, feeling sad once more. Now was the awkward morning, she lay there longer, enjoying his tight grip around her body. He must have been stirring in his sleep as she felt him shifting around, perhaps avoiding the intruding light, or trying to comfort his erection she could feel pressed against her back. With a grunt he flipped over onto his back and lay there silently asleep. Elizabeth turned over and sat up staring at him, his chest was tempting, and she could resist kissing it softly before creeping out of his bed and pulling on her clothes. Checking her watch she smiled, she had time to get home and shower before running to work. As she left, she thought on to his reaction of an empty bed and pulled her locket from her neck, placing it on the bed beside him she stared at him for a second longer then walked slowly out of the room.

Once cleaned and in her classroom she surveyed the children with the fondness she always did, and set about her tasks for the day, keeping herself busy she refused to let her mind stray to him, to remind herself how comfortable se had felt. The whole situation was wrong; as much as she loved it she shouldn’t have slept in his bed last night. In a way that was more intimate than making love to him, and she hated herself for it.

It was afternoon when Gerard finally woke up, he knew she wasn’t there straight away, and turned to stick his face in the pillow she had laid upon. Her scent was vaguely there, and for the hundredth time that week he asked himself why he gave a damn. When his face hit hard cold metal he jumped back, lifting the locket in his hand he smiled. Placing it on his bedside table h jumped to his feet and dived toward the shower, deciding a long ride and a gym session would kill a few hours until he could call her and ask if he could take her to dinner, a proper dinner this time. Now they both knew where they stood, they could begin to develop.
It was amazing she was still pure, and it said a lot about her trust issues and the love she longed for. Half of him wished he had been more careful with his virginity but at age 17 with his drunken girlfriend he had just wanted to fuck. Lovemaking didn’t exist until he had met Katy. Thinking Katy forced a pain in his chest, which he tried hard to dismiss, but found himself feeling dizzy from the conflicted feelings of loving one woman, and half loving another.

Watching the children run to their parent’s arms, Elizabeth headed back into the school to work out her schedule for the next few days. It was essential she gather friend to help her accompany the children to the theme park. Not many women her age would give up an afternoon to 4 and 5 year olds, but she figured if she promised wine and chocolate they might cave. Equally, if not more important she had to text Gerard something that didn’t make her sound desperate, but desirable. To be honest with herself this draft text message had been on her mind all day, and she hadn’t really focused on the children, faking a mass amount of work and offering her assistant Rachel run of the class for a few hours to hone her skills. The guilt she had felt slipped away when she saw how much Rachel loved her job, and she had at least 4 different drafts of the same message, which basically said ‘When can I see you again?’ Deciding on the direct approach she simply closed her eyes and text what she thought, hoping he would smile.

’I am dying of boredom with children around me singing. Please tell me you are free tonight? West Side Story is on Sky if you are interested, I have popcorn. E’

Clicking send, she went over the text again in her head and smiled, then frowned, Why did woman analyse so much, even of she set about not doing so. It happened. Groaning she flumped her head on the desk and prayed he would text back, or else she prayed for a quick and painless death.