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Fill: Lessons Learned (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

It’s the last period of the day, and Nemesis is bored out of her mind.

Intensity’s okay one-on-one, but he’s kind of a crap teacher. His first mistake is, he has no patience. His second mistake is thinking half the class – or any of the class, really – is into accelerometers and the plesiochronous digital hierarchy as much as he is.

He's been talking for half an hour, non-stop, and the words are mush in her ears by now. She just doesn't care, not even with a test coming up on Friday.

She's not the only one, either.

At the desk next to her, Requiem's propped her chin up on her hand and set her elbow on the desk. She's nodding off; her eyelids keep drooping closed and then fluttering open again. Her chin dips down toward her chest and then jerks up, once, startled back into wakefulness.

If Intensity had noticed, she'd be heading to the principal's office by now, but Intensity's knee deep in the diagram he's putting up on the chalk board, lost in his own world.

There's time, in other words, for Nemesis to save her girlfriend a black mark on the record. All she's got to do is wake her up, some.

She reaches over, casual, and sets her hand on Requiem's thigh. Req starts and glances at her sidelong. By the look on her face, startled and a little flustered, she's suddenly much more awake.

Mission accomplished.

Nemesis slides her hand slowly upward, fingers dipping toward the inner thigh, where the skirt from their school uniform doesn't cover the skin. Requiem stares at her, disbelieving – scratches something out on her notebook, and underlines it: what are you doing???

Nemesis shows her what she's doing. She lets her hand trail up further, fingertips ghosting along Requiem's panties, tracing the shape of what they find there.

With her other hand, she writes in the notebook: 30 min left of class. Gotta keep you awake.

Requiem flushes deeper – glances up at Intensity, his back to the class, lost in the diagram. She glances at the desks around them, all full, the students facing forward, intent and focused. Under the desk, she spreads her legs a little, and Nemesis takes it as an invitation.

She presses her fingers together, forefinger and ring finger, and she drags them up and down the center line of the panties, just enough pressure to tease. When she reaches the clit, she slows enough to get her thumb in on the action, scraping at it gently through the fabric with a fingernail.

Requiem goes very still; Nemesis can hear the sharp intake of air through her nose.

Nemesis is pretty pleased with herself, right up until the flustered expression on Requiem's face is replaced by one of mingled heat and determination, and Req's hand slips beneath the desk, as well.

The first touch comes as a surprise, even though she really ought to know better. Requiem cups her, gently, through the panties – presses in with the flat of her hand and starts to rub.

Nemesis is sure she's bright red; her face is suddenly hot. She's agonizingly aware that, however absorbed Intensity is with the lesson, he could turn around at any second, and her face would probably give them away.

It feels unfair, now that she's the one of the receiving end. Her own fingers pick up the pace, in retaliation.

It doesn't take long before Requiem's panties feel damp, even from the outside. It doesn't take long before Nemesis is sure that hers are wet, too.

Nemesis has never considered the logistics of feeling up her girlfriend in class before; it's surprisingly difficult, to keep it under wraps. She can't move as much as she wants, not unless she means to draw attention to what she's doing. The motion's confined to the subtle up-and-down drag of her fingers.

She's pretty sure Req's having the same problem, because the touches are not quite enough – just enough to rile her up, but not enough to get her to where she wants to be. She shifts in her chair, trying not to squirm – glances at the clock, counting down the minutes.

Intensity's talking about some new topic, saying they'd better pay attention because it'll be on the test, but Nemesis can't bring herself to care. Beside her Requiem bites down on a knuckle to stifle a gasp, and that rachets the heat rolling through her even higher.

Nemesis wants to be home already.

She wants to spread Requiem out on the bed and press her down into the covers, to pull her skirt up and her panties down, and lick until she rakes her nails down Nemesis' back. She wants to be somewhere Requiem doesn't have to muffle any noises.

She's so lost in the fantasy, she barely notices when Requiem nudges Nemesis' panties aside – drags a finger up the slick slit, bare skin on bare skin.

Nemesis shudders, hard. She shoots her girlfriend what's trying to be a glare, but either it falls way short or Requiem doesn't take the hint, because that long, slim finger is slipping inside her, so good it aches.

Nemesis holds onto the edge of her desk with the metal hand, like grounding herself will do anything to stop the rolling waves of heat inside her. Requiem eases the finger in and out a couple of times, teasing, before she pulls it back entirely – trails the still-slick pad of it over her clit, back and forth, short sharp circles that she knows damn well are the fastest way to get Nemesis to finish.

Finishing's off the table right now, though – not in a room with this many people, not with Intensity droning on about some topic they absolutely have to understand, not with her metal fingers leaving indents in the wood of the desk.

"Breathe, Kitty," Requiem whispers, and she's smiling, and Nemesis realizes, belatedly, that at some point her own fingers have stopped moving and she has, in fact, forgotten to breathe.

She sucks in air, two great gulps. Her whole body feels overheated; her thighs feel sticky, and Requiem hasn't stopped, and she's going to –

The bell rings, and they both jerk back, guilty.

Requiem bangs her knuckles on the underside of the desk and yelps; Nemesis snatches her hand back like she's been burned. Intensity has fixed them both with a cool, unimpressed sort of stare, but Nemesis doesn't care. Class is over. Class is over, and as soon as they get home, she's going to press Requiem into the mattress and make every single second of her daydream come true.

When she stands, she's humiliated to realize that she's wet enough for a drop to escape her panties and slip down her thighs, and her face burns; she presses her legs together and hopes that no one notices, then bends to collect her backpack.

"Nemesis," says Intensity, from where he's standing up near the front of the room. "Requiem."

Somehow, Nemesis manages to overcome the embarrassment enough to look up at him. Her face is still hot, and the rest of her feels hotter. She had been right there, teetering on the edge. "Yeah?"

"You two aren't going anywhere," he says.

"What?" says Nemesis.

"Dude," says Requiem. "Didn't you hear the bell? Class is over."

"For those of you who don't have detention, yes. I suppose it is."

Nemesis feels her face go even hotter. "What for?" she says, like a challenge, even though she doesn't really want him to answer that.

He doesn't answer that.

"Two hours ought to suffice, I think," says Intensity.

"What the hell," says Requiem, and draws herself up, like she means to start arguing.

Intensity makes a considering kind of hum. "Make that three."

Her mouth snaps closed with an audible click.

"Now," says Intensity. "Get your things."

Nemesis shares a glance with Requiem, quick and uncertain.

"Not to look a get out of jail free card in the mouth," says Nemesis, "but that can't mean you changed your mind already."

A small smile tugs at the corner of Intensity's mouth. "Of course not," he says. "Since you can't be on your best behavior at the back of the class, the two of you can come sit in the front row, instead. Maybe this time you'll be able to keep your hands to yourselves."

Nemesis shares another look with Requiem, longer this time. Her cheeks are burning.

She reaches, reluctant, to gather up her backpack.

It's going to be a long, long three hours.

Re: Fill: Lessons Learned (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

not op but thank you for this gift