Playing with Him

Fahmeen's POV:

I lay in bed, facing the outside as I don't want him to start a conversation with me. Not tonight. I'm tired and I need to sleep and kind of forget today ever happened. I was glad for school tomorrow.

Some time later, I feel the bed squeak as he climbs in. He sighs and lays back. I can tell he's on his back. I think he knows I'm still awake.
"I know you're awake."
*Busted*.
"Can we talk?" He asks me, and he shuffles closer till I feel his lips kiss my neck. He circles my waist, stroking Willow. He smells so good.

"Why did you leave work so quick?"

"Jessie needed me."
Right, Jessie needs you but I do too. The disappointment hits me hard. I'm feeling tired of being disappointed by everyone.
"Okay. That's fine, I guess but you could've at least told me, you know?" I look back at him and he nods defeatedly. I know he's coming closer to kiss me and I let him. I sigh in content, tasting what's mine.
I decided not to bring up how I'm feeling as being in his arms felt so good. It's a temporary solution to a much bigger problem.

He climbs on top, still pressing his lips against mine. The bed is protesting his movements as his body forces itself tightly onto me. There's no space for anything else between us. For anyone else.

...

The new day brings new thoughts but old emotions. The ones I'd have liked to keep patched up but this current dilemma involving Rolf's ex is ripping it right open, and it's bleeding profusely. I'm walking the halls and I look the picture of sanity. But I promise you on the inside, I'm screaming.

Rolf thinks we're good and I'm letting him. I don't think I have the energy to make someone see what they're doing is wrong.
"Fahmeen?" I look towards the voice and find Jasper's mildly concerned eyes looking towards me. He leans against the wall of his office and gestures for me to follow him inside. I could do with the distraction, so I do.

We sit opposite each other and I wait for him to say something. I think he's waiting for the same thing so it's silent now. All I hear is the loud tick tock of his hideous clock.
"Your clock is so ugly."

Jasper starts laughing. I find myself smiling watching him do so, it's a nice picture.
"It is." He dries his eyes because I think he even cried a little.

"Shouldn't I get to work?" I look around me for my go to stack of paper but he shakes his head at me.
"No, today you can work by talking to me."
"What kind of work is that?"
He shrugs his shoulders. Jasper's eyes are very mischievous right now, and very green. I see a little more of Archie in him.

"What's wrong?"
He suddenly turns serious, leaning his body towards me. The desk is between us but those words of concern brings us closer. I think he really cares about me and it's comforting. Like a friend.

I hate that I want to cry. It makes me almost want to slap myself for feeling so terrible at controlling my emotions. Especially when someone asks you that question.
I can only shrug and just look to the floor. It's the least stressful thing to focus on and so I can read my thoughts.
Okay, I'm feeling slightly betrayed. Very much in pain. So incredibly lonely.
"Everything." I settle with. My eyes look back at his. Jasper's face drops at my answer. I wasn't sure what he was expecting but my words saddened him.
"Why is that?" He whispers. I see his hand out stretch on his desk, like they're reaching for mine. I could use the comfort but I remember boundaries. And cameras.

"The man I love is chasing his past." I sigh and tension should leave my body but instead I just inhale a little more.
Jasper stands and comes round to me. He leans against the desk, folding his arms and thinking hard as if he really cares to find a solution to my problems.
"So, remind him of his future. You." He winks at me. My smile is an automatic reaction now. But then I think of an answer to that.
"I can't compete with a ghost, Jasper. They somehow always stay around." It's been this long he's not seen her yet he still wants her.

"Well then, give him one hell of an exorcism."

...

Fahmeen's POV:

What would happen if Jasper were to find out about me and Rolf? Would he fire him? What's the policy on teacher and legal students? I've been so very tempted to let it slip in our many conversations and as I stand here now, whilst he blabbers away, I can't help but wander how much easier all this planning would be if Jasper knew who I was with.
Planning, that's right I said planning. For what? To win him back. To remind him of his future.

Jasper's revealed himself to me, his devilish side. It's been fun, honestly as I get to have my principal as a friend. We have our physical boundaries but as conversations go, he's pretty much given most things a green light. That was fine with me.

"It's easy, sex."
We were walking on the grounds outside, as Jasper wanted us away from any cameras. Our conversations were sketchy and nobody else would understand it, but it was something between us. Jasper's been helping me through whatever all this is and I'm willing and desperate to accept any help at the moment.
"Sex? That's your big plan?" I'll admit, I was unimpressed.
"Yeah. Well, lack of." He offers me a Twizzler and I refuse. He's been through half the pack already, and even though some students have looked at him suspiciously he just stares back. It's funny.

"So you think I should hold out on him?"
"Tease him. Toy with him. Guys love a chase." He winks. Jasper's wearing his leather jacket as the day was a little chilly. It was so sunny though so we were compensated for a dip in temperature. He had on shades so I couldn't make out the way he regarded my reaction. But by his smirk I know he's amused. I was not.
"That sounds lame, Jasper. He could just get himself off."
He stops walking and so I turn to him, confused. He scoffs and takes off his glasses. The sun makes it impossible to look into his eyes as they mockingly glare at me.
"You really think one's hand compares to... the alternative?" He bites off a chunk of Twizzler and begins walking again.

"Trust me, little lady. He'll be begging for just one sweet kiss by the time you're done with him."
I sigh, both frustrated and a little excited by whatever's cooking in Jasper's brain. Like I said, I was desperate.
"Alright, tell me what I got to do."

...

Rolf was piled up in marking our coursework so I got the bus home. It was late evening by the time I was preparing dinner. Something simple like a roast chicken and a small enough dessert to keep his tongue wet. I figured to kick things off, I'd entice the beast with his stomach and eventually leave him with sweet nothings. *Literally nothings.*

I wore only his shirt and tied all my hair up into a bun. I knew he loved easy access to my neck. Apparently I smelt particularly well there. And, I wore a brand new set of black lingerie. Picked it up today, in fact. I knew that oughta get things going. As I stirred the steaming pot of stock for the gravy, I hear the sound of lock and key. My stomach turns in nervous excitement. I'm anxious too, will I be able to follow through with this or would I bottle it, feeling stupid? I've never sedcued anyone else before, and the act itself seemed reserved for movie actresses lie Salma Hayek in *From Dusk till Dawn*.
Focus, Fahmeen.

"Honey, I'm home!" Rolf chuckles. I hear him chuck his keys down into the little bowl by the front door. He sits and unties his shoes next. I reach up into the top cupboard for bowls and glasses. As it's high, I'm on my tip toes, and I can feel the air hitting the back of my thighs and ass. And now, he's walking into the kitchen loosening his tie.
"I've always wanted to say th-
I hear the sharp inhale and I can imagine him biting down on his fist.

*Whoops, I guess he's seen a little preview.*