I held my arms out and behind me a little, but kept my hold on her hands at the same time, which brought her body up against mine. I rubbed the back of her knuckles with my thumbs.
“I’m just playing a pilgrim,” I said softly as I leaned in closer to her. My lips touched the side of her chin lightly, and then I nipped at her jaw with my lips as I moved up closer to her ear.
“Playing pilgrim?” she questioned. I felt her shiver.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed against her ear. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
I gripped her hands a little tighter and then brought them up against my chest before I moved my arms back around her.
“Dear saint, let lips do what hands do,” I whispered as I brought my lips to hers.
Warm again…
Soft again…
Mmmm…
I could have lost all semblance of consciousness when my mouth made contact with hers. Her fingers crawled up my chest and landed on top of my shoulders as she kissed me back, matching my light pressure and tilting her head to receive me. I moved one arm around her waist so I could hold her tight against me, and the other moved back up her arm and rested against the side of her face.
“Ahem! Mister Malone…”
I opened my eyes and glanced sideways. I recognized the short, squat man with the short, squat tie standing near us, but I couldn’t remember the douche bag’s name. Malcom, maybe?
“I’m busy,” I growled at him,
“Thomas…” Nicole murmured. She pulled back a little, but I kept her held tight. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
“No, we aren’t,” I replied as I kissed her again. My hand moved to the back of her neck and I pulled her closer as I tilted my head in the other direction. Her mouth was so warm and felt so good against mine. I completed the kiss, blinked my eyes, and saw that Malcom guy was still gawking at us. I spoke a little louder. “Because if he says a damn word, I’ll have his balls wrapped in a pink slip before the end of the day.”
He coughed into his hand a few times but then moved away without saying anything else. I wrapped both of my lips around Nicole’s lower one and sucked it into my mouth a little. At first, Nicole’s head tilted and her mouth pressed harder against mine as a soft little moan escaped from her. But then I felt Nicole’s hands pushing against my chest. She wasn’t pushing hard, but I got the idea and backed off a bit though not very much because I really didn’t want to stop. She tasted too good…and she was soft.
“You can’t just threaten some poor guy’s job just because you got caught in a PDA violation!” Her words and tone were harsh, but her eyes were wide, and she was still breathing a little harder than normal. I smiled.
“Yeah,” I corrected her, “I can. Just did, actually.”
The bell rang, and Nicole growled again. I couldn’t help but smile because she was so fucking cute that way. I touched her lips softly with mine again.
“We are not done talking about this,” she said as she turned away from me and went into the classroom.
I chuckled under my breath, arrived late to my Shakespeare class, answered the teacher’s questions without opening my book, and finally went back to pick up Nicole again. She already seemed to have calmed down a bit or was at least most interested in the homework assignment she had forgotten in her locker. I steered her over that way and tried not to get physically ill at the sight when she opened up the door.
“Couldn’t you at least throw out the papers you don’t need?” I asked her.
“I need them all,” she replied as she knelt in front of her locker.
“How can you even tell what you fucking need in that mess?”
She looked up at me from the floor and scowled.
“I’ve got my own ways,” she insisted, but that was obviously bullshit, and I told her so. I walked her to her next class and decided I wasn’t going to the practice field. I had something else to do.
I went to the office and conned the master key out of Mrs. Hope by telling her I couldn’t get my locker open. The woman was way beyond cougar-ish with her batting eyelashes and near-retiree status. I smiled warmly, winked at her, and then rolled my eyes as I turned away and headed back to Nicole’s locker.
I opened up her locker door and started going through all the stuff in there. Most of it was pretty current, at least, but it was only the beginning of October. If I didn’t do something, what would it look like next semester? I shuddered at the thought. I sorted through the papers, lined up the books, and then went back to Mrs. Hope to convince her to loan me a few school supplies.
Once the period was about over, and I was about done, Nicole’s locker looked almost as good as mine.
“Only one thing missing,” I said to myself and then ran back to my own locker to get one of my soccer pictures from the top shelf. I taped it to the back of her locker and sat back on my heels with a smile. “Fucking perfect.”