#no i will not stop using kate bush lyrics as titles thank u very much

[gillianaunofficial]

Forbidden Fruit Part 2 as requested by @pale-shadow-of-a-dragon

AO3

Rating: E for evidently you don’t just want to fuck Jean

And This Curve, Is Your Smile And This Cross, Is Your Heart And This Line, Is Your Path

It’s last period. Friday, the only half day you get, leading into a weekend of dreaming about her, as you sit alone in your flat marking tests. You watch as the students trail off from doing the work but you barely intervene asides from a brief ramble about productivity before your mind trails off thinking about Jean again. God. One moment you hated her and now you’re absolutely obsessed. Pull yourself together, you think as you watch the minutes hand tick closer to 12:30. 10 more minutes and you’ll be free. You need to speak to her, to tell her what you’re feeling. That you want more. Maybe she’ll want more as well. Almost in an instant it’s the end of the period and the bell rings, dismissing the students. You say a short goodbye and wait for them all to leave the classroom before switching off your computer and making your way to Jean’s office. You knock on the door, your heart drumming out a staccato beat.

“It’s the end of the day, you’ll need to come back next week.” Jean says, then you enter the room and she looks up as she’s packing a notebook into her handbag.

“Y/N.” She says.

“Hello, Jean.” You reply and lean against the empty filing cabinet next to the doorway. There’s an aura of tension radiating between the two of you.

“I was wondering if you’d come back.” She said, zipping her bag up and sitting on her desk, her legs not quite long enough to touch the floor, even in the wedges you’d noticed she loves so much.

“I was hoping you’d like to…” You trail off, a little embarrassed under Jean’s scrutiny to say what you’d been wanting to ask for the last few days.

“What? Go out for food? Go to the cinema? Go shopping? No I wouldn’t.” Jean’s defences had pulled up, she was used to people coming back to her with these demands that she refused to meet. You stare at her, your mouth slightly open as you try to find your words.

“No, nothing of the sort, actually.” You say, your words disconnected and stuttered.

“Then what?” She says, softer this time, fiddling with the cuff of her orange jumpsuit.

“If you wanted to fuck again?” You’re on edge as she looks at you. She stares but then suddenly bursts out laughing. You laugh nervously with her.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry, I had the wrong idea.” She says, pulling herself together. “We can do that.” You smile, a weight being lifted off your chest.

“Okay.” You reply, unsure what exactly to say.

“We can go to my house, my son shouldn’t be there, he said he was going out with some friends after school.” Jean says, picking up her coat from the back of her chair and putting it on, you stand there, suddenly mortified at the thought of going back to Jean’s house.

“Are you sure?” You ask and she nods.

It only took a single nod for your willpower to break and then you’re sitting in the passenger seat of her blue Mercedes, music quietly playing from the radio as she drives, little conversation between the two of you. You’re nervous, despite having literally fucked her in front of another teacher, albeit from somewhere he couldn’t see, but now you’re in this woman’s car. This woman you couldn’t stop thinking about is driving you to her house to have sex with her. You look at her, her intent stare as she watches the traffic lights. She looks at you and smiles, you’ve made the right decision. You would have gone insane with want if you hadn’t done this.

Her house is large and homely. It wasn’t at all what you’d expected, looking at Jean you’d have thought that she’d own something modern and neat but it’s neither of those things. A sofa sits in front of a coffee table and a TV is surrounded by DVD boxes, there are shelves brimming with books and bowls filled with fruit. It reminds you of the house you’d dreamt of as a child. She asks if you’d like a drink and you shake your head before she practically pulls you upstairs and into her bedroom which is just as homely as the rest of the house. She pushes you down onto the bed, her tongue teasing your lips before kissing you, her legs straddle yours and a hand pushes down on your chest. You kiss before she gets up and quickly discards her jumpsuit to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She leans over you again, undressing you, her mouth on your lips and on your neck, you moan as she sucks your pulse point, leaving what will probably evolve into a hickey. God, she’s absolutely gorgeous. She gives you some freedom and you begin to kiss her before forcing her into the bed and working her nipples with your tongue, touching the soft puckered skin of her areolas. Her hands hold you by the waist and begin to sneak down to feel the curve of your ass, it’s your turn to moan as she touches you, squeezing the soft skin.

“Is this okay?” She says, taking her lips from your skin.

“Yes.” You reply as a wave of arousal rushes over you. “Touch me.” You beg, from over her, making direct contact with the shining blue of her eyes. She gets out from under you and makes it so she’s sitting in between your legs, you’re still wearing both your bra and pants. She quickly makes sure that isn’t a reality anymore. Jean’s lips travel from your sternum down to your hip bones, leaving long wet kisses. She slips a hand in between your soaked thighs, feeling your need.

“You’re so wet.” She says, and your mouth practically waters at those words as she begins to touch you, circling your clit as you arch against her hand. You clench the sheets as she slides between your folds.

“Faster.” You say and she goes faster, the muscles of your thighs tense and she’s bringing you to orgasm even quicker than you could with your own hand. You look up at her, her hair only slightly dishevelled, you reach out for her, tangling your hand through her choppy hair, wanting to see her as needy as you are for her. You kiss her hard, teeth almost clashing against each other. Your hand is cupping her cheek, the delicate lines that run across her skin a Braille pattern of her emotions.

“Fuck.” She moans into your lips as your leg bends and your thigh is in between her thighs and she sheds her pants, riding your thigh, getting her glorious wetness all over you. You kiss her and feel her ass before slowly removing your leg from between her thighs. She raises an eyebrow but you quickly replace the limb with your hand, touching her in all the right places. You find her hole and a finger goes in, pushing hurriedly before adding another, and letting her grind against you as you thrust into her. You grab her wrist with your other hand has her hand tries to join yours. Normally she wouldn’t accept this but for once she does, letting you do whatever you like to her. Her face contorts in ecstasy and she begins to moan as you add a third finger to her pussy, it only takes a few more thrusts until she’s coming and she’s all over your hand. You collapse together on the bed, laced in each other’s nakedness. Her chest heaves as she takes short breaths, coming down from her orgasm. You’ve never seen anyone’s afterglow look quite so gorgeous as she does right now. Your fingers end up near her mouth and she sucks the taste of herself from your damp hands before kissing you, her hand finding your hip. It’s so strangely intimate and like nothing you’ve ever felt before. She begins to touch you again but before she can properly start you have a request.

You’re in between her legs and she’s in between yours and you’re eating each other out, tasting the slick, salty taste. Jean has almost never felt so good and neither have you. Her tongue slides from your clit to your opening, brushing your labia, sucking you and tasting you. And god it feels amazing. You moan into her pussy as she presses against your face. You’ve synced rhythms and work together effortlessly, easily bringing each other to peak again.

“Oh, fucking god.” Jean moans into you and it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. She comes hard and fast, and you do too, her tongue so talented in the act of sex. You shouldn’t be surprised but you are. You’re both exhausted and lie on the bed, naked and too hot to lie under her patterned covers. A sheen of sweat makes both of you glow and you find her hand. You expect her to pull away but she doesn’t. She just looks at you, a somewhat bittersweet smile hanging on her lips. She doesn’t speak and you don’t ask. You just lie there until Jean says she has a client in half an hour and so it’d be best if you left. As you dress, she lies there watching you, still naked and there’s a feeling of vulnerability that you would never have felt coming from her if you didn’t have this single moment. She looks at you as you leave, a dissatisfaction of a sort. As you walk downstairs you see a blank post it note and an idea strikes you. You write your phone number down, and your name. You leave her with the decision. An infinite series of possibilities.