Nick groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow India had just been lying on over his head.
“Sorry.” She said, pulling the pillow off him and leaning down to kiss him before she jumped out of bed. She went to get in the shower, trying to be as quiet as possible. She turned on the water and stepped under the warm spray, sad that the weekend was coming to an end. She hadn’t left his house since Friday night- they’d spent essentially the entire weekend in bed, expending all the passion and longing that had built up over the course of their relationship and had been compounded by the break-up. But they were very, very together now, she thought, smiling. Going back to school this morning was going to be sort of a rude awakening from her dream-like weekend.
As she thought about what she needed to get ready in her room for the lesson she was planning on teaching, a thought occurred to her. She’d set his alarm for the time she got up and got ready to leave in time from HER house. His house was quite a bit farther from school than hers was… shit! She wasn’t even going to have time to go home and change! The clothes she’d been wearing on-and-off since Friday weren’t really school appropriate… the jeans she might be able to get away with just this once, but not the shirt… She quickly rinsed her hair and stepped out of the shower, realizing just how far behind she was getting.
She walked quickly out of the bathroom and crashed into Nick who was ambling naked into the bathroom.
He looked at her curiously, wondering what her hurry was. “Guess I’m not going to join you in the shower…”
“I’m late! I didn’t realize I needed to get up earlier…. I don’t have time to go home and get anything else to wear!” India told him. She went over to his closet, scanning the racks of clothes, contemplating if she could make anything of his work. “Can I borrow a shirt?”
“Yeah…whatever you need.” Nick smiled at the thought of her running around in his clothes.
India grabbed a black button down shirt and tugged it on, rolling up the sleeves and leaving it unbuttoned a little at the collar and bottom. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed, “I’m, like, swimming in this thing.”
Nick smirked at her, standing there with her hair wet, wearing just his shirt and nothing else. He walked over to her and pulled her close, slipping his hands around her waist and under the shirt to cup her ass, “Looks pretty fuckin’ hot if you ask me.”
India had to force herself to wiggle away from him. She knew if she let him get his hands on her again she’d never get out of the house. She went to tug on her jeans, thinking how much she’d REALLY like to call in and use a personal day to just stay with him, lounging around in bed.
“You want to go out for dinner tonight?” Nick asked, knowing he needed to keep his hands off her so she could get ready.
“Yeah, that’d be awesome… you want to come over to my place after school? We can figure out what we want to do from there… cook, go out, order in… whatever.” She said, trying to find where her shoes had disappeared to.
“Sounds good.” He grabbed her to pull her into a kiss, forcing her to stop freaking out for a second.
She kissed him and took a deep breath, calming down some. So what, she’d be a little late. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”
“Have a good day.” Nick gave her another quick kiss and watched her disappear from the bedroom to let herself out the front door and hurry off to school.
~~
India rushed into the building just as the 5-minute warning bell was ringing, signaling to the students that they needed to be in class. She arrived at her classroom to find most of her first hour students standing around, waiting for her. She could feel them all mentally assessing her lateness and appearance- her still wet hair, too big shirt, no make-up - as she fumbled for the keys to unlock the door. She let the students in, noticing the girls and a few of the boys whispering to each other and was sure they were speculating about her.
“So how was your weekend, Miss Evans?” one of the boys asked, looking at her with a smirk.
“Fine. Good… it was good.” She said, dropping her bag next to her desk. “How was yours, Rob?”
“Probably not as good as yours…” he answered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” India asked.
“I didn’t get lucky… but I think you did.” Rob said.
India could feel the blush immediately creep into her cheeks. “Rob!”
“Did you get back together with your boyfriend?” a girl sitting near Rob asked.
“Obviously they did.” Rob commented.
“That’s enough, Rob!” India snapped. God, was it really that obvious?
She looked over at the girl who’d asked about them getting back together and said, “Yes, Lily, we got back together… I guess you could say I’ve got him tied down now.”
“Did he give you flowers? What happened? Was it romantic?” one of Lily’s friends asked.
India considered how to answer that for a moment,” No flowers… and I’m not telling you what happened, but I will say he’s got the best method of redeeming himself I’ve ever…encountered.”
She sat down at her desk and pulled out her class list to quickly take attendance, amused at the whispers she could hear around the room, trying to figure out what happened with her over the weekend. “Alright… calm down… We’ve got learning to do.”
A collective round of grumbles, complaints, and whines rose from the kids as they pulled out their notebooks, ready to take notes.
“I want you guys to think about something… “ India said, coming around from her chair to sit on the edge of her desk as she often did when she taught. “Picture this… you dad comes into your room one night and says, ‘guess what? You’re going to have sex with your older brother or sister… and I’m going to watch!’”
“No way!” a student near the back yelped, expressing the disbelief the entire class was showing on their faces.
“Pretty nasty, huh?” India asked. “Well, that’s exactly what happened to Lucrezia Borgia. Her dad, Pope Alexander VI, wanted to be sure that she was ready to be a good wife… so he watched and instructed she and her older brother Cesare…”
~~~
“You’re kidding!” Nick exclaimed as India told him what she’d taught her classes about. “The POPE did that???”
India nodded, “Sure did.”
“Damn… I thought they were supposed to be the good guys…” Nick commented before taking another bite of his dinner.
“They are… the Church just had a .. slightly corrupt period there for a few… hundred… years.” India said, trying to flag down the waitress to refill her drink. She was glad they’d decided to go out for dinner. Her day had been hectic all the way through and she’d done more than her fair share of answering questions about her weekend- first hour apparently talked to every student she had for the rest of the day and told them to harrass her… which left her in no mood to do any cooking. “We talked about Rabelais, too… another product of the Church… they were glad for a change of subject after hearing about the Borgia family.” she said, laughing.
“Who’s Rabelais?” Nick asked. He actually enjoyed getting the rundown on India’s lessons… he’d always liked history, and she knew more interesting things than anything he’d ever been taught.
“French writer… was a Franciscan monk, then a doctor… he kind of wrote the whole time… almanacs and stuff… but he was mainly famous a “romance” book, “La Vie de Gargantua et de Pantagruel”… that no one in the history of the world has ever actually been able to analyze and understand. He had a slightly… risque sense of humor for his time and the Church, among others, found him to be completely obscene.” India told him.
Nick nodded, taking the information in, “And so the actual lesson of the day was….”
“Medieval filth and debauchery.” she said, laughing.
“Nice.” Nick smiled at her, happy to be with her again- he’d been restless all day after she’d left.
“So, what did you do today, while I was defiling young minds with the dark side of history?” India asked.
Nick leaned back in his seat, “Talked to the label… they want me in the studio in the next week or so, to get a some stuff done by Christmas. I’m surprised they didn’t say, like, tomorrow… but with Thanksgiving last week, I guess they didn’t make too big of a deal about it.”
“What did you do for Thanksgiving?” she asked. They hadn't discussed their time apart much over the weekend... they'd been too busy enjoying being back together.
“Spent it with Mom and Dad. Since Aaron’s going to be on the road again soon and Angel’s moving and I’ll be in the studio… Mom wanted to make sure she got us all for at least a few hours.” Nick said. “What’d you do?”
“We always go to my dad’s mom’s house. Family comes in from everywhere- it's really the only time we all get together, so they’d probably be-head me if I missed it one year… and I didn’t want to go this year.. I just wanted to sit at home and mope.” she said.
He gave her a little half-smile, “Yeah… it did suck… I felt horrible… I was thankful I had you… and fucking pissed I’d lost you.”
She leaned over to kiss his cheek, “You’ve got me back now, though.”
Nick looked around for the waitress and when he caught her attention, asked her to bring over the check. "Why don’t we go back to your place… and I’ll remind you why you’re glad you took me back?”
India scooted her chair closer to his as Nick handed the waitress his credit card. She slipped her hand over his thigh, her knuckles just barely nudging against him as she massaged the inside of his thigh. “I really like that idea.” she whispered.
Nick put his hand over hers, “If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be able to walk out of here…”
India batted her eyes innocently at him, “Why is that?”
“Have you ever tried to walk with a hard-on and act like you’re not aware of it?” Nick asked, giving her a playful glare. “I don’t think so.”
“No, but I had to sit in a puddle all day because I was thinking about you…I spent a good part of the weekend with you dripping down my thighs every time I stood up… so I think it’s only fair that you should suffer a little bit, too…” she said, winking at him and continuing to let her hand roam over him.
Nick snatched his credit card back from the waitress as soon as she brought it back over to him and grabbed the pen she gave him to quickly sign his name, making it even more illegible than normal. He reached for India’s hand, pulling her up out of her chair and began walking briskly towards the door to leave, India giggling behind him the whole way.