Ellen

Jan. 18th, 2012 07:20 pm
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If he's honest, he's not entirely sure why he's here.

Well, he knows the basics. Jackie had made it all very clear when she'd left Naples in his care for the year. Make sure the boy goes to school. Check. Make sure he doesn't flunk out. That one was easy enough, given that his spawn is practically a genius. Do the right thing as a parent and attend all parental-type school related activities. That's why he's here.

But he still doesn't understand the purpose of a parent-teacher conference. He knows how smart and well behaved his son is, he can't imagine what a teacher might have to say to him that he doesn't already know.

That's why he's drunk. Well, he's drunk because he has a drinking problem, too, but partly because he's here. At the school. Sitting in a little plastic chair, waiting to be called into the room where Naples' teacher lives. Works. Whatever it is she does in there.

Date: 2012-02-01 12:01 pm (UTC)
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"Am I - " She pinches her lips together firmly. It's not the question she intended, and she's certain he realizes that, but maybe if she just answers it, gets it out of the way, they can press on from here.

"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with anything."

Date: 2012-02-02 02:01 am (UTC)
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Fine. Two can play this game, she thinks, once she realizes this isn't a topic of conversation he plans to readily drop. If anything, it makes her all the more intent on catching him off-guard for once, the way he'd looked for at least half a second there when he'd thought she was his ex.

"Slightly guilty, then?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow slowly. "But still a little guilty."

Date: 2012-02-03 01:50 am (UTC)
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"Is it?" she asks, and there may be a part of her that's more than a little curious now before she pinches her lips together firmly. Down, girl, she tells herself, glancing away for a moment.

"Well, I wouldn't know," she mutters, busying herself by rounding the desk again to collect some stray papers, clearing her throat softly.

Date: 2012-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)
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"What?" She nearly wrenches her neck in how fast she turns her head to look back at him, eyes widening subtly before she starts to shake her head slowly, feeling her face flush.

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Ellen murmurs, punctuating it with a nervous chuckle, and despite her willpower, there's a moment when her hands tremor as she reaches for that paperwork. "No, I don't think that's - that would be beyond inappropriate, it would be - " She pauses, hesitates, meets his gaze for a beat. "Wrong," she mouths.

Date: 2012-02-03 04:04 am (UTC)
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"Natural, yes, but - " She glances up when he rises from the chair, her eyes carefully tracking his movement. Maybe if she can keep him in her line of sight, she can keep a lid on this before it gets too out-of-hand - and yet she can't deny that there's something hypnotizing about him in the movement, the smoothness of the motion, seemingly sobered up despite the untold amount he's had to drink.

"We shouldn't. Couldn't. Can't. Absolutely cannot," Ellen declares, pursing her lips slightly.

Date: 2012-02-05 08:13 pm (UTC)
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"Because," Ellen says, and for the life of her, she can't come up with a stronger reason or even summon up the desire to do so at the moment. It's ridiculous. She's starting to sound like one of her students.

"Because I'm your son's teacher, and because - " She takes a step back for every one he takes forward, but the blackboard is looming behind her and soon she'll have nowhere else to move to. "Because - "

Date: 2012-02-05 09:56 pm (UTC)
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"Because," Ellen echoes, one last time, except for the part where her voice falters on the last syllable, turning into more of a hushed whisper, and she swallows visibly when his gaze descends over her.

"Mr. Snow," she utters, only she's not completely sure what she's trying to protest anymore, or if she even intends to at all.

Date: 2012-02-06 12:16 pm (UTC)
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"Well, I - " she starts, tipping her head slightly into his hand, her cheek nudging his palm. It's surprisingly gentle, that touch, and she finds herself drawn towards more of it, stepping in close despite some lingering reservations.

"No, I suppose I haven't," Ellen confesses, tilting her face up to his.

Date: 2012-02-12 01:45 am (UTC)
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"Wait, remind me what those reasons were again?" Ellen asks, brow furrowing slightly as she tries to think back to - oh, moments before. It's getting a little harder for her to mentally backtrack when he's lingering in close, his hand gentle against her cheek. She swallows visibly and takes a steadying breath, her chest rising and falling slowly.

Date: 2012-02-14 01:23 am (UTC)
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Rather than tense under his gaze, or stiffen when he reaches out to touch her, she leans in, removing all remaining distance between their bodies.

"Kiss me," she whispers, if only because she wants to know what it feels like, just the once.

Date: 2012-02-16 01:45 pm (UTC)
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This is as far as she plans to let it go - at least that's what she tells herself, seconds before his mouth closes over hers.

It's not perfect, though. She can taste the liquor he's had still lingering on his breath, but his mouth is warm, and despite herself, her eyes slowly fall shut as she clings to him, one hand fisting in the leather of his jacket.

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