Pt 5
Monday
It was finally Monday, a day Larissa had to herself. Nevermore allowed you both four days off, so tomorrow you would fly back to Vermont. You rolled onto your side, Larissa was still sleeping. You couldn't help but smile at her, hands over her head on the pillow, she looked exhausted. What headmistress of Nevermore academy wouldn't be exhausted? Getting ready quietly, you ventured down to get some coffee for when she woke up.
You were sitting up in your bed drawing more plants in your notebook, ready for wherever the day would take you, when you heard blankets ruffling. You looked towards Larissa's bed and caught her propped up on her elbows, staring at you with a smile. She looked so celestial this morning, long white hair hanging loose, perfectly matching her blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. Her pale face led down to the white skin of her body, and you couldn't help but notice her bare pink lips. Her eyes were the only thing with deep colour, she reminded you of deep blue myosotis flowers contrasted against the purest of snow. "Are you writing another poem, Pey?" she purred at you.
You wrinkled your brows at her, "Another poem?" you asked confused. "Yes darling, another poem." You thought for a minute before remembering that you did, in fact, write a poem about her a couple days ago. You let out a shy "Ohhh, nooo" with a giggle before you fell back onto your bed. She chuckled at you, "Don't be embarrassed darling, I apologize for looking in your notebook. On the contrary, it did almost bring me to tears." You sat up and faced her, surprised. "What? You liked it?" You couldn't believe that a stupid poem you wrote about seasons would almost bring Larissa to tears. Although you did write it about her, and it was all true, you weren't totally sober when you wrote it. "Yes Peyton, I liked it very much. Did you write it?" she asked, tilting her head In question. Her voice was very soft this morning, very relaxed and soothing. She sounded very seductive honestly, and all of a sudden you couldn't help but feel hot. "Um, yes I wrote it a couple days ago. I'm glad you like it" you said sweetly, looking away from her shyly. She put her hand to her chest and gave you a warm grin, more sincere than you've ever seen from her before. You heard her mumble "Well, I think we should get some coffee" and you were on your feet retrieving her coffee in a second. When you turned back around she was sitting up now, and you brought the coffee to her. "I got you some this morning, you looked exhausted." She smiled up at you with her teeth this time and dropped her blankets to take the coffee from you. You smiled at her before you noticed her bare chest, stomach, and bare legs. She was in her bra and panties. "You're not wearing pajamas" you stated, like she didn't know that. "I got warm last night while I was sleeping, sorry" she admitted quietly. Her hand reached to pick the blanket back up but you stopped her. "No it's okay, I don't mind." Sitting back on your bed you stared at her and took a sip of your own coffee. Between her voice, the hot coffee, and her not wearing any clothes, you began to feel too hot as well. Grabbing at your shirt you stuttered "Damn, is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot. I mean uh-." Larissa watched you struggle with your shirt and when you said this last thing she almost spit out her coffee. She let out a loud laugh as she put down her drink and reached over to grab your shirt. Pulling it over your head, she came back with a "Damn, you do look hot, let me feel you." She pressed the back of her hand to your chest and you gasped at her touch, her hands were rather cold. She winked at you and in the most seductive tone said, "Oh no, you're burning up baby." You felt your breath hitch and your brain lagged and not two seconds later you threw yourself at the woman. You forced her onto her back and straddled her, running your fingers through her white hair. You hesitated as you didn't know if she wanted this, but you couldn't resist her any longer. She grabbed the back of your neck and forced you down to meet her lips. The last time you kissed, it was gentle and sweet, that was one side of Larissa. This time it was rough and needy as she held you close and squirmed beneath you. You grabbed her face as she stuck her tongue into your mouth and you let out a strangled moan. She brought her hips up to grind against yours and you concluded that this was the most turned on you've ever been. Just then an alarm went off and you pulled away from her startled. She groaned, "Oh shit, we have to get ready and go." "Where?" you panted, not wanting to go anywhere right now. "I have a surprise for you" she smiled wiggling her eyebrows, chest still rising and falling fast. You whined before grabbing her face and kissing her once more as you climbed off of her to let her get ready.
As you walked down the streets of the busy city, there were so many people and so many shops and bars. It seemed like a fun time, but it also intimidated you. How did people like being so out in the open? Or crowded in some small place with a bunch of other people? Spending their money on expensive drinks and food? Larissa was walking in front of you, she seemed like she knew exactly where she was going. You wondered how she had the confidence to be out and about like this. Looking and dressing like she did, you thought people would be all over her, in one way or another. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she made her way through the crowd until she came to a stop. She turned around to look at you and only then did you realize that you had stopped first. Noticing that you looked nervous, she took your hand and mumbled "It's alright darling, I got you."
You both sat at a table in a large restaurant with a stage. You felt better here, it was spacious and nobody was bothering you. After you both settled down at the table with a drink, Larissa looked at you, a huge smile on her face. You marvelled at her teeth and the way that her lips curled into a smile, she was absolutely gorgeous. "So smiley Larissa, why are we here?" you questioned. "You'll have to wait and see" she jested as she took you hand in hers again. As the lights turned down and the music started, you thought that the song sounded familiar. Larissa looked to you again and she squealed in excitement. You couldn't help but laugh at how cute she was and how happy this concert was making her. Just before they came on to the stage, you recognized the song. Fleetwood Mac, this was a Fleetwood Mac concert. Larissa bought you tickets to see Stevie Nicks herself. Your jaw dropped. You loved Fleetwood Mac, but surely Larissa wouldn't have known that. You didn’t know that she loved them either, what a coincidence.
As the concert went on, Larissa was swaying to the music, eyes fixated on the stage. She never let go of your hand. The lights reflected on her face, giving you the best view of her bright blue eyes illuminated with joy, and her white teeth showing off to the world. You shook your head. How had you fallen so hard for a woman after spending a few days with her? Yes, you had admired her, looked up to her, and revelled in her wit and beauty for the longest time, but now you truly were in deep. She was one of a kind. She was so many beautiful, wonderful things that you could never have the time to list. She was the mother of the outcasts, the voice that you'd listen to and tell it to never shut up, the sun when you thought that you wouldn't make it in your darkest days, and the moon when you needed to rest your blinding thoughts. She may have been a sight to others, one that they would revel in for a minute and then forget about. She may have been a random tall woman, a harsh principal, flesh and bones to others, nothing even. But to you and your poor neglected, touch deprived, useless gay heart, she was everything.