One Shot Playlist

song: Who Do You Want by Ex Habit

Davina

I let out a long sigh as I put a dozen papers through the Xerox machine, awaiting the hundred or so stapled copies to come out the other end. With music blasting into my left ear from the single earbud I wore, I leaned against the wall of teacher mailboxes. Outside, the sky was already dark enough for the fluorescent ceiling tile lights to reflect clearly off the windows.

I bet I’m the only one still on campus besides the custodians.

“You’re still here,” a familiar voice caressed my ears, prompting me to turn my head in surprise.

Guess I’d lose that bet.

Nate walked in with a tray with nothing but a thin folder in it. His eyes marked the machine I was already using before he headed over to the other one. His light blue button down was wrinkled from a whole day of teaching and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. I fought not to leave my mouth agape as I watched him work the machine. I haven’t seen him since yesterday so I’m pretty sure he’s been avoiding me as much as I’ve been dodging him in the hallways.

God, does he have to look hot even after 7 pm on a school night?

“Note packets,” I mumbled as my eyes stared at anything but him. I decided to focus on the music flowing into my ear while I watched my machine spit out packets at an excruciatingly slow pace.

We stood there in the same room, waiting for our copies as if the other person weren’t there. I felt myself almost giving in when he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he somewhat blurted without turning to look my way. He stood with his back leaning against the counter beside the mailboxes. His hands grasped the edge of the counter so tightly I swore I saw his knuckles turn white. Eyes wide, I held my tongue waiting for him to continue. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. It wasn’t my business. I was just—”

“Just?” I urged him to finish his thought, trying to not sound eager.

“Just.” He shrugged, as if he couldn’t figure out the two-syllable word that would wreck the image of the self assured asshole he held up to every other teacher and staff on campus.

We’ve all seen him teach. We know he’s capable of being genuine. But he refused to let anyone get closer than work-talk. Clearly, he can’t accept the fact that he’s just…

Jealous. Say it.

My inner thoughts were doing their best to nudge him forward, but he avoided my eyes and it was killing me that the last word I might hear from him tonight is just. An unfinished thought. A half-assed sentiment.

I took slow steps toward him, noting that he stiffened when he heard the soft clicks of my sandals against the linoleum. I faced him so that he had no choice but to look at me. With his back still against the counter, he’d have to walk around me to avoid me, but I was sure he wouldn’t.

He’s not a coward. Just… not used to this.

“Just what, Nate.” Something heated in his eyes at the sound of his name.

“Do you really need to hear it, Davina?” Something stirred within the pit of my stomach as I replayed in my head the way my name sounded on his tongue.

I wondered if my expression mirrored his.

I swallowed hard before I nodded, my eyes watching his lips and waiting for them to move, but when they didn’t, I got annoyed.

“Jealous, Nate. It’s just a word. Say it,” I huffed, taking another step closer and having to tilt my head to meet his eyes.

“He’s no good, Dove,” he responded more gently than I expected. That little nickname he gave me tugged at those heartstrings again, but I was too caught up in what he was saying.

“For me, you mean? Because you know what’s good for me and I need your approval to talk to any man ever?” I was probably being a bit dramatic but so was he yesterday.

“No,” he ran a hand down his face as he tilted his head back and sighed heavily. “I’m not saying–”

“You have no say over who I want to talk to, flirt with, or fuck.” I emphasized the last word and watched him turn red.

“Are you kidding? Huh?” He stood up straight and took a step forward as I took one back. It was like we were chasing each other in a dance. “You could have anyone in the fucking world. Why would you even consider him? He’ll ruin you.”

“And you?” I blinked at him, my voice small.

“I’d ruin you.” There was so much visible restraint in him. His eyes screamed desire, but I could feel him hesitating. Still, he took another step forward, and I took one backward, feeling the copy machine against my back.

“Not sure it matters how breakable something is if it’s already broken,” I let out a dry laugh.

“Don’t say that,” he took another step until he was inches away from me. He reached a hand up to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You’re not broken. And please don’t bring up sex and that fucker in the same thought. It might drive me mad.”

“You really can’t stand the thought of me wanting him, huh.” I tilted my head to the side, challenge in my tone.

I jolted as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me against him.

“I really doubt you look at him the way you’re looking at me now.” His breath brushed my cheek before he leaned in and took a deep inhale.

Flowers. Orange blossoms. That’s what he said he smelled the last time he was this close.

“Does he make you stare the way you do at me?” His cocky smile when he pulled back to look at me made me want to hide.

“You don’t know that he doesn’t,” I answered defiantly.

Wrong answer.

His arm tightened around me as he picked me up to turn us around. My feet off the ground, I felt like a fucking rag doll as pressed my back against the counter.

“I could taste you right now and know that he’ll never make you as ready as I do,” he moved his hips just enough to make me realize that I was already straddling him. Our point of contact was radiating heat and I could feel how wet I already was as well as how hard he had already gotten.

“I–I..” I stuttered. Fuck me, I can’t even come up with anything to say.

“So tell me, Davina,” my name came off his tongue with a growl, “Who do you want, if not me?”

Fuck me, indeed.

I gave in, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in. Our lips crashed with feverish intensity while my fingers found themselves twisted in his hair. Our kiss was desperate, and growing rougher by the second.

I was grinding against his bulge, angry that our clothes kept us from each other, angry that it had taken this long for us to admit something so obvious.

He pulled his lips away from mine and I could barely recognize myself in the whine I let out.

“Say it, Dove,” he commanded, breathless.

“I’ll say mine if you say yours,” I bit my lip as it curved into a grin.

“I was jealous,” he rolled his eyes, but the smile on his lips made it hot.

“I want you.”

He let out a breath of relief before answering between kisses on my neck.

“And. I. Want. You.”

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading my attempt at sparking passion for writing again. It's been awhile since I've sat down and focused on just writing whatever I feel like so I figured music might help.

Btw part 2/2 will be pure smut so stay tuned, spicy babes.