TITLE: Teacher-Student Relations

AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel, ethi)

PAIRING: Angel/Spike

CHAPTER: 7

RATING: R

SUMMARY: Spike is a student, Angel is a teacher... forbidden relationships anyone?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my boys.


WEBSITE: www.geocities.com/jess_lair

 

A/N: Sorry this is kinda late, I got caught up with graduating highschool (yay), my car accident (not so yay) and work (gotta love working everyday since you finished school).

 

Conversations

 

Angel opened his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging up on the wall across from his bed. It was ten past six in the afternoon; he couldn’t have been asleep long. He began to wonder at exactly what point he’d ended up in bed and fallen asleep when he felt a head pressing against his chest. He looked down and saw Spike’s blonde hair resting against his coffee coloured skin and remembered what had happened. He and Spike had gotten back together. Well actually had they even been together together in the first place? He wondered what this was going to be between them. They couldn’t have a normal relationship whilst Angel was still Spike’s teacher. He sighed and stroked Spike’s hair with his hand and kissed the top of his forehead.

 

Spike looked up sleepily at Angel from where he was lying in the crook of his arm. “Hey,” he said, not really knowing what to say. What exactly does one say when they wake up after having sex with their teacher?

 

“Good morning, or should I say afternoon,” Angel replied.

 

“Well either way it certainly was good for me,” Spike said grinning.

 

“I hope so,” Angel said softly. Angel kissed him back before pulling away slightly, “You know that there’s still stuff we have to work out, don’t you?”

 

“Yeh,” Spike said, moving so he was straddling Angel’s waist and their naked flesh was touching together. He bent down and kissed Angel’s snail trail, feeling Angel harden increasingly with every kiss that went lower.

 

Angel could feel the way his body was reacting to Spike and so he sat up and brought Spike’s mouth to his, catching his lips in a kiss before saying, “as much fun as that part is we need to talk first.”

 

“Fine,” Spike agreed. “I don’t know how much talking we’ll get done while you’re still naked though, you make it bloody hard for me to resist.” He continued grumpily.

 

Angel got out from underneath Spike and stood up, pulling a shirt over his head and slipping some pants on.

 

“I didn’t mean you had to cover up,” he complained.

 

Angel smiled and motioned for Spike to do the same before meeting him out in the kitchen.

 

“So you want anything to drink,” Angel said opening up his fridge, “water, soda, beer?”

 

“You’re offering alcohol to a minor,” Spike joked.

 

“About an hour and a bit ago we were having sex,” Angel pointed out, “I’m not exactly worried about offering you a beer now.”

 

“Well then by all means, lets drink the night away, I want to get you all nice and sloshed so I can have my way with you.” Spike said.

 

Angel couldn’t help but grin at Spike’s words and tossed him a beer, grateful that he could catch.

 

They sat down around the small round table each at opposite ends.

 

“So,” Spike began, prompting Angel to just say whatever it was he wanted to say.

 

Angel hesitated for a moment, somewhat unsure of what he wanted to say. “You know I’m not exactly supposed to be doing this with you…”

 

Spike wanted to ask what exactly it was that he was doing with him but instead he simply said, “you mean basically don’t go around blabbing that I slept with you?”

 

Angel cringed, somehow when Spike said it like that it made him sound like a real dickhead. “That wasn’t exactly what I was going to say.” Angel replied and paused to think of exactly how he should put it.

 

Angel’s train of thought was cut off by a beeping sound.

 

“I left my mobile in my pocket.” Spike said standing up and fishing his phone out of his back pocket.

 

Spike pressed a couple of buttons on his phone. “Its okay, it was just a text from Wes.”

 

“Wes?” Angel asked with a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

 

“My stepbrother.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“You looked worried for a second there, Angel.” Spike said playfully.

 

“Well, I guess I kinda was,” Angel said looking down at his hands where he was entwining them and twisting them around. “Its just that I want you, and I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

 

Spike was somewhat shocked, Angel seemed almost shy, nothing like the calm confident man who stood in front of the classroom. Spike gave him a smile, “Its okay, pet. I don’t want anyone else to have you either.”

 

“How is this going to work?” Angel asked, looking up. “I can’t have a normal relationship with you… even though I kinda decided to screw morals its still kinda illegal…”

 

“Relax. Nobody has to know… I’m not exactly the kiss-and-tell kind… Besides, who would I tell? I’m not exactly Miles Davis.”

 

“Miles Davis?” Angel asked, knowing who Miles Davis was, but not how he had anything to do with him and Spike.

 

“I’m not popular.” Spike explained.

 

“I didn’t think you would be into jazz.” Angel commented.

 

“I’m not, its just an expression.” Spike replied, “but that’s not the point, basically we can just work around the whole secrecy thing. Besides don’t you get off on the idea of it being forbidden…illegal…almost taboo…” Spike continued, talking slower and lowering his voice.

 

Angel felt the hairs on his arms stand up; in fact the hairs on his body weren’t the only body parts that were beginning to stand up.

 

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Spikes phone went off again, breaking the mood.

 

“Shit, that gave me a fright.” Spike said and opened the message on his phone. “Wes again, he’s wondering where I am.”

 

“Well it has been an awfully long detention.” Angel commented.

 

“Yet somehow I think I need more punishment…” Spike said grinning.

 

“I think I can help with that.” Angel said and leaned across the table and kissed him.

 

Spike broke away for a few moments, “so we aren’t going to tell anyone?”

 

Angel nodded, “I guess we can’t, it’s too risky.”

 

“Works for me,” Spike said with a coy grin on his face. Spike didn’t really mind about not telling anyone, he understood perfectly why Angel couldn’t and besides the last thing he needed was it getting around that he was involved with a teacher. Spike

 

Spike’s phone went off again, this time it was a call.

 

“Talk to me,” Spike answered it.

 

“Spike its Wes.” Wes said unnecessarily, “where abouts are you, I was going to tell you that our parents are getting back tonight so Fred and I are going to go out for take-away and I wanted to ask if you wanted anything in particular but I kinda panicked when you didn’t respond.”

 

“I’m at a friends place.”

 

“Which friends?” Wes asked curiously, knowing that Spike didn’t have that many friends.

 

“I can’t hear you Wes, you’re breaking up.” Spike said trying to buy himself some time to think of a decent answer.

 

“I said which friends?” Wes asked a little louder.

 

“Just a guy from school, you don’t really know him…”

 

“Oh, well do you want anything? Fred and I were going to get Chinese.”

 

“Yeh, you can pick me something.” Spike said, “I gotta go.”

 

“Ok, see you soon then.”

 

Spike hung up his phone and turned back to Angel.

 

“You could have stayed here for dinner,” Angel said after overhearing their conversation.

 

“Thanks, I just didn’t want to invite myself over if you know what I mean.”

 

“You’re always welcome, so you have a permanent invite from me.” Angel replied.

 

Spike couldn’t help but grin. He got up and moved over to where Angel had sat back down and sat on his lap, straddling him. “Am I welcome here too?”

 

“Always,” Angel said, kissing his neck and running his hands up the inside of Spike’s shirt.

 

Spike couldn’t help but shiver slightly. God, Angels hands were like magic the effect they had on him… Spike looped his arms around Angel’s waist and let them slide down the back of Angel’s pants. Angel groaned slightly and continued kissing Spike, he pulled away after a few more kisses.

 

“Spike if you have to go home maybe we should stop, cos soon I won’t be able to.”

 

Spike planted one more kiss on Angel’s lips and stood up. “You’re right, I probably wouldn’t be able to either. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

 

“I hope so. Here?”

 

“We could meet up at the club again… you know by accident of course.”

 

“Yeh, I think I might be there when it opens.”

 

“Same here, complete coincidence.”

 

“For sure,” Angel affirmed.

 

“One last kiss before then?”

 

“Wouldn’t let you leave without one,” Angel replied.

 

 

 

A/N: Give me lots of feedback and I’ll be motivated into updating sooner, I’m such a feedback whore. And not only that but I have tomorrow morning and all day Friday off too so I should have lots of time.

 

 

 

 

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