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In the Classroom	By : kuronekosama Category: InuYasha > General Views: 12431 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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IN THE CLASSROOM (PART 11)

~~~~~~Thursday, 10:00 a.m.~~~~~~

It was a quiet Thursday morning, the day of Thanksgiving. White flakes settled softly on old snow from the day before, covering up the dirtied snow kicked up from the streets and any old footprints left by people who had walked their dogs that morning. Most people were with their families, digging into the first few dishes of fattening food.

Some, however, were alone. Mr. Ginta, attorney-at-law, had his own trial coming up next Tuesday to decide whether he was safe for his own daughter to be around. He keenly felt her absence that day, and was sorely tempted to drink any liquor in the house until he passed out, but there was no liquor in the house�not anymore. He had stopped drinking the day they took her away. The housekeeper, plus his daughter's three dogs, one of which was growing up fast and constantly whining for his real owner, kept him some company, but...

She was staying with a teacher now. She called him every weekend and on holidays, and told him of all the track meets she had attended�he only wished he was allowed to see her winning those tournaments.

It was strange to recall how deluded he had been right before the social worker took her away. His therapist, able to stand back and look at the big picture, was able to tell him everything that his mind had twisted around...it was no wonder that Rin asked for outside help. He was so hung up on his dead wife that he didn't see how much his daughter needed him.

He wasn't the only one who had lost someone.

Knowing that she liked to sleep in on holidays rather than get up early, he waited for her phone call, enjoying a televised Thanksgiving Day parade and the lunch that his housekeeper had prepared the night before.
~~~~~~Elsewhere~~~~~~

There was nowhere fun to go to today, and he couldn't see his girls, either, not even a peek, for someone would surely notice with all those family members there. It was peculiar and angering to him, though...he had been keeping tabs on most of them, but one wasn't where she was supposed to be. He hadn't seen her from her window in so long, not even a graceful hand or a delicate shoulder. She was still at school, though, running in those beautiful track shorts that clung to her lovely hind end and rode up her thighs. I shall have to find out where she has been...
~~~~~~The Gray House on Hickory~~~~~~

From the street, the only thing a person could hear was the background noise from cars on the main road a few blocks away and the muted buzz of furnaces that kept the bellies of homes warm. From just inside the front door, the tick-tock of the wall clock in the front room greeted one's ears...and something like the noise from a television, but it wasn't clear. Heading up the stairs, the noise became clearer, becoming two voices. The weak light of an overcast day shone through the windows at the top of the stairs, but there weren't any lights on, and the hallway was very dim. Moving along the upstairs hallway towards the room on the end, the noise became clearer, becoming the voices of a man and a woman, both harshly breathing and moaning loudly. Inside the room, the scene on the bed was the source.

"Aaaaaahh! Yeahh, yeahh," Rin breathily moaned, her hands braced on Sesshoumaru's stomach. He was on his back, eyes halfway open and misty as he watched his young lover above him, grinding her pelvis against him. He held her gorgeous hips in his hands, his knees slightly bent and about a foot apart. Looking down at the base of her torso, his eyes took in the sight of his stiff and throbbing erection as it went in and out of her body. She was so wet at this point that his limb was glistening from it, and he couldn't help but notice that the insides of her thighs looked a bit red.

"Hhnnnhh!!" he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and repressing an orgasm quickly vibrating up his thighs. Since he had broken out in a sweat several times already, his hair was matted to his forehead. The sheets felt damp and hot beneath him, and his lungs were burning for oxygen. He opened his eyes again, having pushed back his climax for a bit longer, and watched her breasts lightly bounce, the light pink aureoles catching his gaze.

"Aahh...aahh...mmmhh," she sighed, biting on her lower lip. Her thighs were chafed and her legs were so tired, but she only wanted more. It just felt good, and she wished it could last forever. A drop of perspiration rolled down the line of her back from the nape of her neck, her skin shimmering with moisture. She tightened herself around him, trying to hasten the pace.

"Gehhh!" Sesshoumaru turned his head to the side, his eyes closing again. He couldn't hold himselfk muk much longer.

"Aa-aahhh!! I'm coming! I'm coming!!!" she cried out, her back arching. She froze, a silent cry of pleasure on her face, but he braced his heels and bucked up into her, thrusting through the hot, clamping muscles. "Uhhhhhhh..." she groaned, her shoulders drooping. Her elbows shook and then gave, her body collapsing on top of him. Still, he kept thrusting into her, waiting for something.

"N-no more!!" she moaned, her back arching upwards. "Oh, God! I can't stand it again!" He beat his hips against her, pulling her into each of his thrusts. She gasped, a weak moan escaping her throat, and another smaller orgasm traveled through her sexual muscles, making her jerk against him.

His hips surged upwards, bringing his backside off of the bed, and his jaw clenched as he finally let himself go, his inner fluids bursting from the tip of his phallus.

"Uuuhhhhhh!" he grunted at the ceiling, his stomach involuntarily convulsing as he filled the reserve in the contraceptive. The blood rushing through his brain was giving him a headache, but his lower body was humming with release. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and he could feel the rapid flutter of her heart against him.

She was exhausted, having lost count of the number of orgasms. He seemed to enjoy giving her several of them every time they started again, and it had worn her out completely.

Still breathing hard, he relaxed his legs slowly, waiting until he softened to bring his hips and knees down. His member slid from the soaked lips of his lover, and she whimpered slightly, knowing that she was going to be very sore after this.

It had only been around 8:00 pm that they went up to the bedroom last night. After having such great sex on the dining room table, he had carried her upstairs, and took her again. This time, she was bent over the bed in the same position as a nighttime prayer, but they certainly weren't praying for the next ten minutes. Later, while she was cleaning herself up in the bathroom, he had dumped the remaining condoms on the bed, counting how many were left.

Though they slept intermittently for three to four hours at a time, the rest of the time between then and now had been spent having sex�she didn't think men could keep going that long, but it was more that they could keep going as long as they had breaks. She was thankful for the breaks, though, or else she never would have caught her breath. They had tried almost every position they could think of. Rin preferred being on top, though being on all fours came in as a close second.

She could tell that Sesshoumaru liked pretty much everything.

She knew by the number of condoms they had used how many times he had orgasmed, but she had lost track of her own, especially when counting those times when he did it orally.

"Are we done?" she sighed, still panting. "I think you've managed to turn my insides into mush," she joked, smiling against his shoulder.

"Yeah...I doubt I can live through it again so soon, anyway," he answered, a bit breathless. "Twice, I felt like I might have a heart-attack."

"You better not have one�then I won't be able to get such great sex anymore," she petulantly commented.

"Yeah, I was pretty great, wasn't I?" he gloated. She rolled her eyes, practically hearing him smile. She might have agreed affectionately and nuzzled against him in sexual bliss, but she couldn't help but deflate his ego.

"Eh...I did most of the work this time," she pointed out, suppressing a smile whendidndidn't respond for a couple of seconds.

His hands swept down her back, firmly gripping her rear end, and her lips fell a He He turned his head slightly, bringing his cheek in contact with her left temple.

"I didn't hear any complaints when I was taking you on your back...or on your hands and knees for that matter," he said in a low, husky voice. "In fact, all I remember hearing was some sexy moans."

She almost shuddered against him, feeling very much desired, and the only thing keeping her from asking for it again was the prevention of further chafing.

"Okay...so you were pretty great," she admitted, cuddling close. He kissed her temple, and she felt a wash of love spreading inside her belly. Though she was very tired, she otherwise felt very good. And it's even a holiday...

The word �holiday' was what reminded her, and she lifted her head.

"Do you want the shower first or second?" she asked, kissing his chin. He twisted his lips slightly as he thought, claiming the shower first after a moment of silence. She rolled off of him, internally grimacing when she felt how stiff her thigh muscles were, especially those in the backs of her legs. Watching him rise from the bed, she admired his rear end and the clean lines of his waist.

She waited until she heard the shower running to ease her body to the edge of the bed, still feeling sore and damp. Her hand reached for the phone he nhe nightstand, and her eyes noticed that only one condom remained on the surface of the bedside table. The other wrappers and used contraceptives were dumped in a small, lined trashcan between the bed and the nightstand. Picking up the handset, she punched in the seven digits to her father's house, and only had to wait two rings before a familiar voice picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey...it's me," she said, ignoring her state of undress.

"Hi, princess! ...How was school this week?" he asked, sounding like he was sitting back down.

"It went well. I have this paper to finish for next week, but I've written the outline for it already, so it should go by quickly."

"What's the paper about?"

"It's a history paper about the Korean War. Everyone in class has to write about one of the U.S. wars so...I picked that one."

"I see... Will you let me read it sometime?" he asked, and she heard the backgrouoiseoise suddenly disappear, as if he either muted the TV or shut it off.

"Sure. How's your Thanksgiving so far? Are the boys keeping you company?"

"Yeah, Larry, Curly, and Moe," he joked, getting a laugh out of her. "The youngest one very vocally misses you."

"Aww...he'll see me soon, I'm sure."

"...I miss you, sweetie."

"Me, too, father," she answered, smiling to herself. He had been improving so much lately. She knew he would be able to bring her home after the trial, and though it broke her heart to leave Sesshoumaru, having her father back was enough to mend it again.

"Can I ask you a favor?" he said, piquing her interest.

"If I can..."

"Will you call me �dad'?" Rin didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, her eyes moistening. It took a couple of swallows and a deep breath before she could answer.

"Okay, dad," she answered, her voice a little warbly.

"Are you okay, princess? You sound a little upset."

"I'm fine, dad. Perfectly fine."
~~~~~~Half an Hour Later~~~~~~

Having grown cold after a few minutes, she pulled the sheet across her torso, but was just hanging up the phone when Sesshoumaru came back into the room, clean and mostly dry. A large, blue towel was wrapped around his hips, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. She watched him with an amused smile for a couple of seconds, waiting for something brazen to come out of his mouth.

"It still smells like sex in this room," he sighed, opening his eyes again to look at her. She smiled prettily, not moving from where she sat.

"I'm assuming that the shower is free?" she asked, letting the sheet slip just a little. His eyes seemed to follow the movement, but he otherwise didn't react. Darn...

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm going to see about starting the turkey after I get dressed," he said, walking to his dresser. He seemed to be unaffected by her attempt to coax him into paying attention to her, so she gave up, suddenly wanting the shower really badly.

"Can't wait," she smiled, standing up and dropping the sheet back onto the bed. "I'm starving for some tryptophan!" She walked to the bedroom door, headed to the bathroom. Her thighs were definitely sore, and she felt every twinge with every step. It really did feel like something inside of her was bed, ed, but it was somehow a wonderful ache like the ache she felt in her legs after a good track meet.

As she neared the bedroom doorway, she jumped and gasped with happy surprise as a solid set of arms pulled her close to a warm, clean, male-scented body.

"God...you make it difficult not to just stay in bed all day," he gruffly breathed next to her ear. He nuzzled close, his left hand roaming over her skin.

"We've only got one condom left...and I think I might eat your arm if I don't get some food," she joked, laughing as his hand passed over a ticklish area. She could tell he was smiling and curved closer to him.

"Okay then...we'll have to save that one. Off you go!" He abruptly released her, smacking her bare hind end, and Rin yelped a bit, duly galvanized to take a fast shower. Her stomach was grumbling, and she realized that she suddenly needed to answer nature's call. Sesshoumaru watched her jog towards the bathroom, her hair swishing from side to side, and fisted his hands. His halfway hard member was slowly calming down, and he wondered to himself if he would ever be able to control himself around her. The thought made him smirk, but a sudden chill ran over his skin like a splash of icy water.

"...I don't want her to leave..."
~~~~~~2:00 p.m.~~~~~~

"Stop eating the cheese and crackers or you won't be able to fit in any turkey!" Sesshoumaru admonished, poking Rin's side as she scurried away with more finger food.

"But I've been hungry for three hours! This is just to settle my stomach..." she pouted, sitting at the kitchen table.

"You've had half a block of Colby and almost a whole row of club crackers! That's a crappy but full meal, and you'll ruin your dinner." He turned back to check the turkey in the tinted oven window, trying to suppress his stomach's own rumblings.

He wished he could have brought his mother down from Boston to celebrate Thanksgiving with her, but she unfortunately had to work at the hospital that day, and then she was off to attend a funeral in Iowa over the weekend. The next time she had any days off would be the two days before Christmas.

"Heh...after the exercise I had last night, it'd take more that some cheese and crackers to fill me up," she joked, popping in another chunk of Colby.

"Ha-ha," he rejoined, looking over his shoulder. Then changing topics, "...I think a ten-pound turkey might've been too much for two people, though," he mused, checking at his watch.

"It's too much for four people! I told you that at the store... you should've just bought a little chicken or something," she said, coming up behind him to gaze longingly at the roasting turkey.

"Chicken on Thanksgiving?" he said, sounding mildly scandalized. "Our forefathers would turn over in their graves," he drawled out, reaching behind to pinch her thigh. Rin aledaled backing up.

"Ooof! But I'm so hungry!" she complained, hanging onto his back again.

"Whine, whine...another twenty minutes and it will be done," he cajoled. "You can start eating some of the corn and mashed potatoes if you want," he offered.

"But it tastes better to dip the turkey in the mashed potatoes and then dip that into the corn."

"Oh, so you're one of those eaters, huh? You like to make the perfect bite?"

"You better believe it!"

"All that's left is cheese and crackers then. Can you hold out twenty more minutes?" he finally turned around, looking down at the prettily dressed young lady in front of him. She wore a simple pink dress with clingy shoulders and a silky skirt that clung to her backside but didn't seem all that tight. The pink was muted underneath an opaque aqua blue layer, making her look like a rare pearl. She was barefoot, though, her hair unbound, and it struck him that she also looked like a forest nymph.

"I dunno. My stomach feels like it has shrunk to the size of a thimble." She reached up to gently take hold of his shirt, a soft, white shirt that outlined all the wonderful lines in his upper body. He wore his best black dress slacks, but he only wore a pair of black socks to keep his feet warm, and the shirt had two buttons undone, as if he were a groom about to ravish his new wife.

It was obvious that she either wanted a hug or a kiss, or both, so Sesshoumaru gladly complied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You can eat me then," he lewdly suggested, pulling her close against him.

"I just might," she answered, fitting her mouth to his. She tasted of Colby cheese, of course, but the natural sweetness of her mouth couldn't be covered up, and he did his best to distract her for the next few minutes as he overwhelmed his taste buds with her flavor.

Too soon, a loud growl from his stomach broke up the budding intimacy, and Rin laughed against his mouth. Their arms loosened, and he looked down at her with an apology in his eyes.

"I'll get the plates then," she said, tickling his noisy stomach. She walked off to the cupboards on the other side of the kitchen, and Sesshoumaru looked down at his offensive tummy, whispering,

"Traitor..."
~~~~~~The Ginta Residence, 5:00 pm~~~~~~

"Can you believe it?! This food dehydrator is just working miracles!"

All he wanted when he got 260 channels was to find one that always had something good on, but not today�nothing good was on during a holiday. Mr. Ginta settled for an infomercial, and was about to change the channel when the phone rang. Hoping that it was his daughter, he muted the TV and jogged to the phone, finding it easier to do now that he was on the bandwagon.

"Hello?" he answered, waiting to hear her sweet little voice.

"Uhh...is Rin there?" a male voice asked. It sounded like a younger voice, and he wondered if it was a classmate.

"Who is this, if I may ask?" Ready to take a message for Rin, he picked up a pen on the side table.

"It's a friend from her track team...I'm in a bind for this assignment from, uhh, class, and I wanted to ask her about it�the thing is due on Monday, you see..." he explained, sounding nervous.

"Oh...well, Rin isn't here at the moment...is it really urgent that you speak to her?" he said, looking at the phone number of the teacher's house.

"She's the only person I know from that class, so...yeah, I guess it is urgent."

"Okay...well, she's staying with someone else for a bit�y-you know, for the holidays," he lied, knowing that most of his daughter's friends knew nothing about their situation. She had warned him against telling anyone since last time he had spilled the beans to some girl named Yukino. "I can give you the number for where she's staying."

"Oh, man, that'd be great, thanks."

"It's 555-4526."

"Okay, I got it. Thanks, sir. Happy Thanksgiving."

"You, too, young man. Good luck."

"Goodbye."

"Bye now."

Mr. Ginta hung up the phone, wondering if he had handled that right, but he shrugged it off since there was no way to undo any damage now. He'd have to take his daughter's wrath if it blew up in his face. Sitting back down, he saw that the infomercial had just ended, but that a movie he liked was coming on, so he put up his footrest and leaned back to enjoy.
~~~~~~Friday, Lunchtime~~~~~~

Though Sesshoumaru had been sorely tempted to make use of their last condom the night before, he had seen several instances the day before that Rin had made love too many times�a wince when she sat down to watch a movie or the uneasy shifting as she adjusted her position near the middle of the movie...her long shower that night and the little spots of blood on one of her towels. So he pulled her close that night, and they both fell asleep, having succumbed to the tryptophan at last.

Now, he sat at the kitchen table since the warmest area of the house now was near the oven where some cookies were baking. Rin was listening for the timer as she typed away at her laptop, which sat on the kitchen table across from Sesshoumaru, who was updating his grade book with the papers and homework he had finally finished grading that morning.

They had both been quiet for a good hour and a half, with Rin getting up once in a while to take out cookies and put new balls of dough into the oven. She paused every so often in her writing, and he knew she was working on a paper for his own class�the paper on a U.S. war. He was tempted to take a break, seeing that it was almost lunchtime, and looked up from his grade book, half-completed with the new entries. He saw her eyes scanning something on her monitor, a pensive look on her face. She tapped a few keys, and then made some sort of change, before noticing his gaze.

"What's up?" she said, sending him a tight-lipped smile.

"Just noticing your breath-taking beauty as you ponder the Korean War," he joked, having already prodded that much out of her. She gave him an airy chuckle, tapping a few more keys as if saving her work so far. The timer dinged right on cue, and she stood up to take the next batch out of the oven.

"How many more of those are you making? That's got to be at least fifty cookies sitting on those trivets," he said. His eyes followed her as she opened the oven door, letting out a small wave of blessed heat.

"This is the last set, actually. I ran out of dough," she pouted, setting the pan onto the stove. She reached to turn off the oven, and decided to leave the door open to let out the heat.

"Sorry it isn't warmer in here. The furnace is set to seventy-five, but this old house is so drafty."

"It's okay�if it were a sauna in here, I wouldn't get to wear my pretty winter sweaters," she joked, flipping cookies onto an already over-loading trivet.

"Who are those cookies for, anyway?" he said, imagining that she actually wanted him to somehow eat all of those cookies. She threw a short glance over her shoulder before turning back to the pan.

"I'm going to put half of them in a sealed bag for Monday�to give to my dad," she said, transferring more cookies from the pan. Sesshoumaru felt the wind go out of his sails, and his shoulders drooped.

Rin swallowed, looking at the last cookie as she set it on top of the already enormous pile. A chair scraped behind her, and she felt her eyes sting. The moisture began to gather when his arms gently slid around her, and her vision blurred a bit.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered, placing her chilled hands on his forearms. "I want my dad back, but...I don't want to leave you," she choked, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Shhh...I'll see you at school, and we'll find a way to spend time together there. I'll be glad to take you out on more dates. I haven't been able to find the time lately because we're both so busy, but over winter break..." he trailed off. His lips nuzzled the side of her neck, and he continued in a strained voice, "Ah, God, Rin. I don't know, either...I don't want you to leave me," he hoarsely admitted, holding her so tightly that she felt her ribs creak.

She made to turn around, and his arms loosened, only to tighten again as he pulled her to him, taking her lips in a feverish kiss. He felt her arms come around his neck, and brought her off of the floor. Rin reveled in the warmth of his body and the intense feelings that fueled his kiss. All of his previous kisses had been sensual, or erotic, or passionate...this kiss became tender. Every ounce of his love showed�in the way he held her or the gentle but insistent press of his lips. She melted from the inside, but more tears silently spilled from her closed eyes.

Both enjoyed the long moment for what it was�the first of many goodbye kisses that they would share over the next few days. Though it wasn't completely certain that the judge would allow Mr. Ginta to once again care for Rin, his obvious reformation was significantly and unavoidably on his side. Sesshoumaru selfishly wanted that her father never recover, but he also wanted Rin to have her father's love again, and deep inside, a horrible part of him resented that his love was not enough for her. He knew, though, that his love could never replaced the love of a parent.

I...can't keep her.
~~~~~~Saturday, Lunchtime~~~~~~

"Ah!! Finally done! It's a masterpiece," Rin declared, tapping some keys to save her paper. Sesshoumaru looked up from a book he was reading, having finished all of his work for the weekend.

"Want me to read it? Like a rough draft review from a teacher?" he offered, having had only one other student bring in a rough outline before the long weekend.

"Nope! It's perfect the way it is," she grinned, shutting her laptop. He set his chin in his hand, smirking. Today, she was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with a long black skirt that showed off the curve of her backside and faint lines of her luscious thighs. He wore a brown short-sleeved shirt that faintly reminded Rin of the �70s since it was cut in half horizontally by a white line, and the upper brown was lighter than the lower brown. His black slacks didn't fit in with the �70s style, though, but he looked scrumptious all the same.

"I see. So do you want to start work on the concluding remarks for the legends research? The principal wanted to see a completed rough draft by the end of the quarter," he suggested, closing his book. Rin mocked a faint, obviously wanting to do something else. "Aw, come on. We wrote the outline for it�all we need is the quotes you marked in that library book and about two hours. We'll be done by at least dinnertime, and we can celebrate by eating out in Clark. How does steak sound?" he cajoled, lifting one eyebrow. Her back became ramrod straight so quickly that it was as if she were a jack-in-the-box.

"Oh, no! I left that book in my locker at school!" she gasped, truly dismayed since she really was going to work on the conclusion. "Man, and this weekend was the only time I had left!" she moaned, melting down to the table again. Sesshoumaru checked his watch, thinking silently to himself for a few seconds.

"Hm...it's Saturday, not yet one o'clock...so Dan should be there," he said, standing up. She looked up at him from the tabletop, her chin resting on her laptop.

"Who?" she asked.

"Dan�the head custodian at Loyola High. He told me that he and some of the other building workers were re-waxing the first two floors all day today and tomorrow. We can probably ask to grab your book if I come with you," he said, bringing her out of her chair.

"But...won't it be weird if a teacher brings a student to school to get a textbook on a holiday weekend?" she asked, worried about getting the janitor suspicious, however stupid it sounded.

"Dan wouldn't care if I brought a prostitute there," he joked. "He let Mrs. Yamamoto have a party in the teachers' lounge a few weekends ago while the principal was in Boston. She couldn't find a space open in town for her niece's wedding reception, so they held it at the school. The principal, God help him, is kind of oblivious to a lot of things," he admitted, walking Rin to the front door where their coats hung.

"I see," she said as she shrugged into her coat. "Do we need to stop by the store for anything?" she added, buttoning her coat as she walked towards her snow boots. He didn't hesitate to answer, but he felt a small surge in his stomach at the thought that his trips to the store would soon only require food for one person�not two.

"No, I went to the store yesterday�where do you think the new gallon of milk in the fridge came from?" he said, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes as if mentally smacking herself on the forehead, and gingerly stepped into her boots. Leaning down to tug them on, she heard Sesshoumaru pull on his black trench coat�it made him look like a secret service agent or a New York businessman.

"Well, that makes a lot of sense," she said, tugging up her other boot. Her dark brown leather boots reached all the way up to the base of her knees, and were lined with a cheap, but real fur that kept her feet and shins warm when she'd help Sesshoumaru shovel the driveway. Her father had sent them over with that month's check, and his note said that he wasn't sure if her winter boots from last year would still fit her. Hence�new boots. By time ime she leaned back up, she saw him walking up the stairs, and asked him if he forgot something.

"I think I left my wallet on the dresser...be right back," he called, turning the corner at the top of the stairs. Rin stood there for a few seconds, simply waiting, and then felt like she should smooth her coat and skirt. She noticed that his dark gray scarf still hung on the coat rack, and pulled it into her hands. He came back downstairs then, waving his wallet for her benefit before sliding it into his coat pocket.

"Ready to go, Mr. Hakkaku?" she asked. When he was within a couple feet of her, she handed the scarf to him, and he wrapped it around his neck, tucking the ends into his coat.

"I think so, Miss Ginta." Grabbing his car keys from the table next to the coat rack, he opened the door for her, and they locked the house before getting into the car.
~~~~~~Loyola HS, 1:10 pm~~~~~~

There were only a couple cars in the parking lot where normally it was difficult to find a space. Sesshoumaru felt it safe enough to hold his girlfriend's hand as they trudged up the newly salted sidewalks to the side door of the school, where most of the staff entered. Though both of them wore gloves, he could feel the warmth of her hand all the same.

"What if they can't hear us knocking?" she asked as they came within a foot of the door.

"There's a doorbell behind the corner, actually. They can hear that in the custodian's office. We just have to hope that someone is in the office." Her mouth became a silent �o,' and she watched as he reached around the brick edging to press a button in the wall. They only had to wait a couple seconds before the head of an old man peeked around the corner of the hallway. Sesshoumaru smiled and waved, his sincerity genuine. The old man walked faster than what Rin suspected was normal for him, a smile on his face. He was obviously half-chewing something, and she wondered if they interrupted his lunch hour.

"Hey, Mr. Hakkaku! Didn't expect to see you here this mornin'!" he called, opening the doors for them. He gave Rin a cursory but not unpleasant glance before looking to Sesshoumaru again.

"Yeah, seems that a student forgot a book in her locker, and she asked me what to do, but I also had forgotten something in my classroom, so I offered to bring her to get it," he easily explained, having mixed in a lie with the truth. She was a little unnerved by the ease with which he fibbed and looked at him askance.

"Oh, I see, I see. Where's your locker, girlie?" Dan asked, having swallowed whatever was in his mouth.

"Third floor, west end of the building," she said, a little uneasy.

"You're in luck then! We're not waxing the third floor this weekend, and since Mr. Hakkaku is�it's room 209, right? That's the west side of second, so just be sure to stay on the east side of the first floor to get up the stairs to the second. That side is dry now, but don't walk on the west end of the first�we're still stripping off the old wax, and the liquid we left on is real slippery."

Sesshoumaru nodded, stomping his feet on the rug next to the door to remove the snow that had caked onto the tip. Rin did the same, feeling a bit awkward.

"Just come out the way you came�I'm almost done eating my lunch so you might not see me on your way back. Be sure to shut this door behind you," he said, gesturing towards the entrance they had just used.

"Will do. How's the wife?" Sesshoumaru easily asked, walking beside Dan as they headed towards the custodian's office, located in an offshoot hallway in the center of the buildi

"Mary's real good. She's with our daughter right now, actually�Darlene is having a boy today!" he announced, harrumphing in pride.

"Congratulations. Is this the first grandson?" Sesshoumaru asked, stopping at the doorway to the office. Dan continued inside, his almost finished sandwich sitting in its foil wrapper. It was then that Sesshoumaru quickly told Rin to meet him in his classroom after she went to her locker. Rin nodded, going on her way.

"Yessir! After two girls from our other son, Darlene is finally giving me a grandson!" she heard Dan say, though his voice began to fade. It took a few minutes to make her way to the stairs and up to the third floor�then the long walk across the building to the west end. The silence was somewhat creepy and somewhat peaceful, like the quietness of a graveyard�and the lockers were the headstones.

She finally arrived at her own locker, the bane of her existence. Unlike other schools that put senior lockers on the first floor, all assigned lockers were random, and she got stuck with one on the dusty left shoulder of the complex. In the mornings, getting to room 135 on the other side of the building was a long trek, indeed. However, it was nice that she didn't have to be near many of the other seniors. In fact, she only saw maybe ten other seniors in that part of the building.

The sound of the combination lock as she turned it was so loud in the hallway that she grimaced. When she reached the third number, the click was loud enough to make her jump, and she looked to her right down the long west wing hallway, as if expecting a ghost to coming out and yell at her for being so loud on a Saturday. No one was there, though, and she opened the locker, which squeaked and squealed on its dusty hinges. The book was there, sitting on the bottom of her locker, and she pulled it out quickly, shutting the locker as gently as possible and spinning the lock to make sure that it reset itself.

The west stairs were right behind her, so she took those down to the second floor and quickly found Sesshoumaru's classroom, room 209. The light wasn't on inside, but she could see that the door was cracked. Opening it, she saw him inside, looking through a folder on his desk.

"Did you really leave something here?" she asked, shutting the door behind her. She heard a click, and knew that the door had automatically locked itself. Normally, teachers turned their keys all the way to leave the door unlocked, but he evidently hadn't. "Oops, sorry�the door locked," she said, turning aside to twist the lock open.

"Don't worry about it. Come look at this for a second..." he said. She turned back around, duly distracted, and walked to his desk, hearing her boots squeak on newlnewly swept floor.

She stood beside him behind his desk, most of which had been cleared of its usual clutter. Lying open was a file full of photos, and Rin instantly recognized them to be the ones they took at Edwardsville.

"I entirely forgot about the pictures. I finally got them developed," he winced, having procrastinated on it for a couple of months now. "Anyway, I haven't looked through most of them, and was glancing at them while waiting for you. This one is...interesting," he said, pointing out one of the photographs.

She leaned in to take a closer look, and saw that it was a picture of one of the "affected" offices. She couldn't see anything in particular, and asked Sesshoumaru what it was that looked interesting.

"Back corner�behind the desk," he said, pointing again. She squinted, not able to see too well since the overcast skies shone only half as much light. But suddenly she saw it: a faint outline of a short figure, standing calmly behind the desk. She reared back, suddenly freaked out, and backed a step away.

"Whoa...didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled, reaching back to grab her elbow.

"Oh my God!! We got a picture of a ghost!! Look!" she squeaked in excitement, having overcome her fear quickly.

"I know, I know," he said with a smile, leaning over the picture with her. Rin suddenly felt stupid, thinking that he had been lying earlier like he was born to it. It had been entirely unfair to even think it, and she suddenly feike ike apologizing. Without a second thought, she let her apology tumble out with a nervous laugh,

"I had thought you were lying earlier...I mean, lied about having left something. I felt like a jerk now, though," she groaned. She could feel his muscles stiffen next to her, and internally grimaced. The few seconds of silence were extremely awkward, and her only alleviation was to pretend that she was looking at the other photos. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything!

"I...have lied to you, though...well...a lie by omission," he confessed. She felt her heart stop for a second, and then turned around entirely, taken by surprise. He was going to tell her! She knew it�he was going to tell her about his last girlfriend. Setting her backside on the edge of the desk, she looked up at her lover, who looked extremely uneasy, hands in his coat pockets. His eyes seemed troubled, their gaze pointed to the windows.

She wanted to touch him, to tell him that it was okay to tell her about whatever this termagant had done, but she couldn't make her hands move. She suddenly felt like she was intruding.

"S...Sess?" she said gently, trying to prod him into continuing. He shook hisd, td, though, about to back up a step.

"I�I'm sorry, I can't..." he said, looking at her. His unexpected shell was what galvanized her, and she grabbed for his hips, pulling him between her knees as she sat fully upon the desk.

"Tell me...please," she begged, needing to get all the way inside his heart. "You can tell me," she whispered, keeping her hands on his hips. She saw him take a hard swallow, and wondered what horrible thing this woman had done...or maybe something horrible he had done.

"Her...her name was Suzuna. I met her at the school in South Boston," he began, his eyes intent on the buttons of her coat. "She was the other history teacher...beautiful blonde hair." Rin remained completely silent, wanting to hear the story and hating that she was jealous of his memories of someone no longer in his life.

"We fell in love. The students saw it and it somehow made them work harder�made them respect us more. That's why I thought you were wrong when you said that I must have been a good teacher...it was more that the students were...inspired?" He laughed, its tone dry and without mirth. "Yeah, right. I proposed to her, and she accepted, so we made plans to marry after the end of the school year. I even invited a couple students to the wedding, and though it was a little rainy that day, the church looked wonderful." His voice became hard then, "We waited, my family, her family, all of our friends...we waited for two hours, calling around for her. I was worried sick that she had been in some accident because of the rain. I decided to drive home to see if she was having a case of cold feet. There, I found a half-empty apartment. Not only had she moved out while I was getting ready for the wedding, but she had also quit her job and flown out of state. Left me a note saying she fell in love with some singer...Jesus," he swore, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck.

"I don't think I left the apartment for the entire two weeks I had off...when ere ere supposed to be on our honeymoon. She mailed her engagement ring back to me�didn't even send a damned letter...I don't think they'd admit it, but her parents probably don't even know where she is now." His tone sounded so bitter, and she just wanted to kiss it away, to make the hurt better again. Her eyes began to itch and sting, and a lump formed in her throat.

"God...she even took my dog with her. She took everything I loved away from me...I just...I was so mad at her that my students suffered. I had twice the workload and half the patience. One year, I was tavoravorite teacher, and nex next year, I didn't even receive any votes. She ruined my reputation there, and the principal told me that I had to find another job or shape up. The unsympathetic bastard told me to get over it. I was left at the God-damned altar!" he ground out, his eyes squinting. She felt tears roll down her cheeks, and tried her hardest not to hiccup.

"Getting hired here...that was a life-saver. I moved out of that apartment, found new co-workers, new students...I needed a new life." His voice was gentling now, his mind having come upon friendlier memories. He finally looked at her, and an apology was immediately on his lips at the sight of her tears.

"No, don't be sorry!" Rin whispered, her own voice cracking. "Thank you for telling me," she sighed, sniffing. His frs crs curved around her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, feeling his thumb run across her lips. With his other hand, he pulled a tissue from the box sitting on his desk and handed it to her. She dabbed her eyes and wiped at her nose, laughing at her easily swayed emotions.

"Heh...here I am, the one listening to this, and I'm crying." She wadded up the tissue in her fist, deposited it in her pocket, and looked up at Sesshoumaru again, having wiped away her tears.

"I suppose I could have said it with less anger," he joked, setting his hands on her shoulders. She laughed in response, forgetting where they were.

"Well...I'm glad you told me. I...feel like I know you better now," she affirmed, nodding her head. Sesshoumaru gently smirked at her, loving her more every day.
~~~~~~Downstairs~~~~~~

Dan, on his way back from supervising the workers who were mopping up theippiipping liquid, was hoping to find a message on the office's answering machine about his grandson. He looked to the side entrance out of habit, and what he saw made him pause. Then sighing and clucking his tongue, he went to close the door that the teacher and student had left ajar. People are so forgetful.
~~~~~~Room 209~~~~~~

"Would a kiss make you feel better?" he asked, realizing that they were in an intimate moment in a very...suggestive setting. Her mouth broke out a big smile, and she slid her arms up his chest, curling them around his neck as he bent down to herhe hhe heels of her leather boots thudded against the wood panels of the desk as her entire body stretched upwards, and her soft gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth, for he had pulled her body tightly against him. It forced her legs farther apart as her rear slid toward the edge of the desk, and his entire torso was pressed fully against her own.

She clung to him for support since she was now bent slightly backwards. His cocksure tongue slid wetly into her mouth, rubbing and swirling against the surfaces between her lips. She raised her knees, pressing them against his sides, and felt some cool air filter up her woolen skirt. A pressure on her chest heralded his roaming hand, but she still wore her heavy winter coat, and both she and her lover were frustrated by the lack of closeness. She felt his arm give, and he carefully eased her down to lie upon his desk, breaking their kiss.

He began to hurriedly unbutton her coat with one hand while the other worked at his own coat buttons. She might have been impressed with his hands' dexterity if she didn't suddenly remember where they were.

"Sess...we're in the classroom!" she worriedly whispered, as if there were students waiting to come in for the last class of the day.

"That makes it even better," he muttered, almost finished with her coat, though his was taking longer since he wasn't looking at that hand.

"But...what if the janitors come looking for us?!" Her whisper was now frantic, and though her body was betraying her at the thought of having sex with Sesshoumaru on his desk, getting caught the the worse case scenario that immediately came to mind.

"Only Dan knows we're here...and he doesn't expect to see us leave, nor would he be able to tell if we did. They're all working on the first floor still..." he reasoned, much too logically for Rin's sake. Her heart was pounding with arousal and worry, two contradicting forces.

"But what if we happen to see him on our way out? He'll notice that we've been up here for awhile!" she tried to counter, not resisting when his hands spread her coat open. He finished unbuttoning his own coat as he answered,

"I can just say that it took me awhile to find the folder I needed�teachers always have messy desks," he grinned, pushing her white turtleneck up to her chin. She shivered in the still air of the classroom, her womanhood burning with need.

"But...uhm...w-we don't have a condom!" she said, seizing upon this last line of argument. Her eyes widened in surprise, however, when he withdrew their last condom from his coat pocket, waving it for her benefit just as he had done with his wallet.

"You...you went upstairs to get the condom, not your wallet!" she declared, a bit too late now to sound smart. He smirked, setting the contraceptive on the desk, and slid his hands underneath her back, unhooking her bra as if he had done it hundreds of times before.

"I...I'm embarrassed doing it here," she meekly said, despite her body's unabashed response. He ignored her, though, and pushed her bra out of the way, exposing her soft flesh to his hungry eyes. She looked down at his body, wondering if it reacted as strongly as her own. His coat now hung open, and she could see his brown shirt and black pants. The pants weren't loose enough to conceal his lust, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

His warm hands touched her gently at first, holding her breasts as if they were fine porcelain. He then slowly kneaded them, his hips pressing forward to place more pressure on her nether areas.

This room was where she had sat for an hour each day, five days a week since August, listening to her teacher, now her lover, as he lectured on the history and foreign policies of the US. Her fellow seniors, most of whom deserved to be held back a grade, sat here with her. To now be the embarrassed, but wng rng recipient of Sesshoumaru's intimate attentions in this same room, on his desk, with the door locked and the lights off...she had never been so aroused in her life.

Gasping with sexual pleasure as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, she rolled her hips into him, feeling the heat of foreplay building in her lower abdomen. It only intensified when he leaned down and took one of her blushing tips into his hot mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh. While the first hand kept the other nipple pert, the second hand touched the ankle of her boot, moving back up her leg and dragging her skirt with it.

"Oh, God," she sighed, opening her legs wide and propping her feet on the edge of the desk. His mouth transferred to the other rosy peak, and both hands revealed her legs, now adorned with only her new brown leather boots. He rubbed her aching center through her dampened panties, and she found herself unable to think of where to put her hands. The first place that they found was his shoulders, and his name burst from her lips when his thumb slid across an especially sensitive nerve.

"You've...never been this wet this fast," he groaned, his fingers never stopping. His lips took her nipple again, but only for a few more seconds. It was becoming quickly obvious that they'd need to get down to the real act in a hurry. , ne, needing to do more with her hands lest she climax right then, carefully slid them down his chest. She avoided roaming outside of his coat, and reached down to find the hem of his shirt. Pulling it up the same way he had pulled up her sweater, she touched his incredibly hot skin, taking a few seconds to find his male nipples and mimic his earlier touch. He raised his head then, looking into her foggy eyes.

"Take me," she whispered, unable to look at him when she fervently begged for his body to be inside of hers. Instead, she closed her eyes to his sizzling gaze, her thumbs rubbing ces aes against his chest. "M-Mr. Hakkaku...take me!" she cried out, testing out this forbidden fantasy that was actuaall all too real. Hearing his professional title in this setting made his jaw clench as he hardened to an incredible rigidity.

He sensed her intentions, and decided to play along, having dreamed of being between her legs while she lay on his classroom desk. He leaned up, his shirt sitting high on his chest, and grabbed for the waist of her panties. Then taking a step back, he let her close her knees so that he could pull her panties down. He only waited long enough to get them off one of her legs before pushing her thighs open again. Knowing that her innocent pair of underpants hung from one boot only made his heart pound faster.

"Miss Ginta," he sighed, pressing one finger inside of her. She weakly cried out, imagining that this was for the first time, that it was an hour after school, and that this was some sinful payment for a better grade or an easier make-up test. The fantasy could go anywhere, and it was so powerful that she felt like the fire in her body would consume her. His finger moved in and out, sliding easily through the slick liquid that told of her excitement.

"Mmm, Mr. Hakkaku�that feels so nice," she sighed, her hands now holding her legs open for him. When he inserted a second finger, she cooed like a na�ve freshman, biting on her lower lip.

"Do you like this, Miss Ginta?" he groaned out, dying to open his slacks. They were so tight now that it was becoming painful, and he merely waited to hear her agreement before ripping open his zipper.

"Yes...I like it!" she moaned. Removing his fingers, he hurriedly whipped down his zipper, unbuttoning the top clasp and shoving his pants and boxer briefs halfway down his thighs. His surging member sprang free, and he groped for the condom, trying not to tear it as he opened the packet. It seemed like forever until he removed it and was rolling it down, hissing as he forced himself to slow down.

"Ohh...please hurry, Mr. Hakkaku," she pleaded. "Hurry..." Sesshoumaru almost came right then. He grasped her hips, tugging her to the very edge of the table, and ignored the photos that fell to the floor. Finding the jewel of her body again, he rubbed it gently, watching her face and putting his hips into position. Her legs came around his hips, and he felt her boots press against his backside, urging him to bury himself inside her.

"Do you want this, Miss Ginta?" he asked, brushing the tip of his phallus against the lips of her sex and watching her hands flutter in indecision as she brought them down between her thighs. She opened her eyes then, looking at the man who so wonderfully allowed her this dangerously real fantasy.

"Put it in...please put it in!" she begged, her eyes closing involuntarily. "Mr. Hakkaku!" He groaned, his loins burning to have her. He thumbed down his erection, working it between the wet folds of her body, and then pressed forward, surprised when it was difficult to slide very far inside. She was so worked up that all of her muscles were tense.

"Relax, Miss Ginta...let me in," he cajoled, leaning over her. "Let me in..." He took hold of one of her breasts, squeezing it as she loosened her inner muscles. He felt the way open up, and surged forward. She gasped in shock, her eyebrows scrunched.

"Uhhnn! You're so deep! Ohhh, Mr. Hakkaku, it's so deep!!" she moaned, now immersed in her fantasy. One of her hands gripped the edge of the desk beneath her rear end, and the other was pressed to the base of her stomach, feeling the movements inside her body. He felt his coat slip down his arms before it caught on his elbows, and he pressed his palms to the surface of the desk, gasping for air.

He pulled back and then drove forward again, rocking her back and forth. Over and over again, he pumped himself inside her. She moaned and sighed, her pleasure very audible.

"That's it...uhhh, that's it! You're so small and tight, Miss Ginta," he breathed out, listening to the suction of his organ moving through her body's lubricant.

"Yes...yes," she sobbed, jerking forward as she sought to meet her climax sooner. They were both so close, and it was a peak higher than any they had attained before. Sesshoumaru felt a twinge in his gut and grimaced, needing this release more than anything. His mouth fell open as the dam began to crack. Rin could feel it coming, too�a feeling so intense that it bordered on nausea. It tingled inside her stomach, moving down and making her gasp.

"I'm coming! Miss Ginta, I'm coming inside you!" he gasped out, beating his hips against her. Her back arched upward, and she took in a fast breath, wincing as the nauseous feeling became very intense, slowly turning over into a pleasure so pure that she let out a long, loud groan.

"Mister...Hakkaku! Yes! YES!" she screamed, not caring if the entire faculty stood outside that classroom. Sesshoumaru lost his voice at that point, frozen in ecstasy over her as his phallus spouted inside her like a fountain. They both panted for air, perspiring heavily as they writhed against each other.

When they finally collapsed in happy exhaustion, he was leaned over the desk, his head down between his arms. His lover was sprawled on his desk, her legs hanging limp over the side. The first to make any real movement was Rin, who sat up slowly, threading her hand in his hair and kissing his temple.

"Sess...that was...oh, that was heaven," she sighed, kissing his temple again. He raised his head, looking jubilant but tired. She locked her ankles behind his knees, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him in the afterglow of the best sex they had shared yet. He could still feel little pulsations in her body even then and nudged himself further inside, which produce a little riot of throbs. Gently ending the kiss, he rubbed his hand against her back beneath the coat, his forehead touching hers.

"I guess I cheered you up then."
~~~~~~In the Hallway~~~~~~

He stood only a few feet from the doorway, his body leaning heavily on a set of lockers. Both hands were fisted in anger, hot tears streaming down his face.

"That slut...that�little slut," he furiously whispered. Pushing off the wall, he quietly walked away, altering his plans inside his head. She's going to pay for throwing her virginity away...that fucking slut will pay!
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