A Good Teacher

Maria lets herself be flipped, Carol’s hands pressing into her waist. She grins up at the blonde, as she pulls a pin out of Maria’s hair to free her bangs. They spring down over her forehead, and Carol twists a strand around her finger.
“Carol, baby, I’m dying,” Maria breathes, shifting underneath Carol’s thighs. Carol releases the brunette lock from her grip, sliding her hand down over Maria’s waist to her round thigh. She drags the hem of Maria’s dress upwards, and halts when the fabric begins to gather around her hips.
“This okay?” Carol questions, and Maria groans.
“Take it off, Carol, please!” She whines, and throws her arms above her head. The blonde, needing no more encouragement, gently lifts the stretchy fabric over Maria’s hair, eyes tracing each inch of skin revealed by the depleting material. She throws the dress somewhere to the left of the bed, flattening her palms against the curve of Maria’s waist. Her touch is firm, warm hands mapping the surface of deep umber, over the hills and valleys of her chest, softer than any skin she’s ever touched before.
“God, Maria, you’re so beautiful.” She husks, finally pressing her lips to her sharp collarbone, thrumming with a quick heartbeat. Maria fists her hand in the top of her feather pillow, reaching the other to rest on Carol’s shoulder, the slightest push alerting the blonde to her wishes. Carol smirks up at her, meeting sheepish topaz eyes, and drops a few light kisses down to her rib cage, her stomach, smoothing a hand over the small curve, to her hip bones, and Maria squirms underneath, tangling her fingers in ruffled blonde curls.
“Carol, stop playing, baby,” Maria pleads. Carol grins devilishly, dragging Maria’s pink underwear down her long legs, tossing the material away. She crawls up further to hook her forearms around Maria’s thighs, and it’s a shock when Maria feels her tongue flatten against her.
“Oh my god,” Maria gasps, squeaking as Carol applies more pressure and movement. She rolls her hips, frantically searching for more purchase on Carol’s tongue, and the blonde responds with pressing her hips down to the bed, and burying her head further between Maria’s thighs.
“Carol!” Maria exclaims, pulling at the honey curls, and Maria’s pants get quicker, her chest rising and falling rapidly, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead. She snaps her eyes open, and almost falls over the edge at the sight of Carol, looking up at her through her lashes, eyes a sultry amber, eyebrows lowered provocatively. A throaty noise rises in her throat, loud enough to wake the neighbors. She tosses her head back, and Carol adds her fingers, and it’s too much for Maria to handle. She lifts her hips off the bed, and it’s only a few seconds until she’s grasping both hands in Carol’s hair, Carol’s name spilling from her mouth in rapid repetition.
Maria lifts her hands out of a rat’s nest of golden curls, and Carol drops down beside her on the mattress, pulling the brunette into a messy kiss. She pulls away to lie flat on her back, the cold air cooling her hot skin.
“Oh my god,” Maria breathes out, eyes wide.
“I know, right?” Carol responds, her grin shining white in the dimmed light of the room. Maria shakes her head, blinking dumbly. She snaps out of it when she feels a pair gentle arms wrap around her waist. She turns to face the blonde, pulling the duvet cover over the both of them. She strokes her fingers up Carol’s bicep, watching the blonde’s eyelids flutter sleepily.
“Goodnight, babe,” Carol yawns, her fluffy head of hair sinking into the pillow.
“Sweet dreams, Carol.” Maria murmurs, shifting closer to her warmth.
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“Carol?” Maria calls, her voice raspy from sleeping. The bed is cold when she spreads her arms out, and she sits up slowly, the cool air shocking her skin. She pads across the rug, pulling a cozy, oversized Air Force sweatshirt over her head, and yanking on a pair of her favorite fuzzy socks. Maria follows the scent of coffee to the kitchen, where Carol is standing in her baggy Dillard University sweatpants, and she grins at the sight of them cinched tight around her waist. A fitted longsleeve top hides the top of her frame, and Maria stares at her bruised throat peeking out of the collar.
“You know, you wouldn’t have to tie your pants so tight if you’d have just worn your own.” Maria teases from the doorway. Carol turns away from the coffee machine, and looks down at the sweatpants.
“But where’s the fun in that? Besides, these looked so soft, I couldn’t help myself.” She walks towards Maria, wrapping her arms loosely around the brunette’s shoulders, rising on her tiptoes to join their lips.
“Last night was good, huh?” Carol mumbles, pulling away to trace a finger down Maria’s throat, and Maria shudders.
“Last night was amazing.” She replies, and Carol beams, leaning in again-
The coffee machine blares, and Maria jumps. Carol sighs and pulls away completely, only to return with a steaming mug.
“Creamer, no sugar.” Carol recites, and brings her own cup of tea to sit on the counter, hopping up in front of Maria.
“That’s right.” Maria’s voice rasps, and she moves to stand between Carol’s knees. She takes a sip from her mug, the liquid burning her top lip mildly.
“So, what to do now that we’re officially into winter break?” Carol questions, and Maria smiles, excitedly.
“Well, obviously, we have to decorate for Christmas, your apartment too, so stop grumbling.” Maria starts, silencing Carol’s protests.
“And then we have to go ice-skating, there’s an indoor ring uptown. We also have to go shopping, for gifts, and- oh! Carol, okay, I know this might be a lot for you right now, and I understand if you don’t want to, but my parents live in New Orleans, and I have to visit them on Christmas Eve, it’s like this whole tradition, and-”
“Relax, baby,” Carol rests a calming hand on Maria’s cheek. Maria takes a deep breath, leaning her head into Carol’s palm. She laces her fingers with the blonde’s, holding her hand in place.
“I’d really love for you to be there, if you’d like to be there. With me.” She finishes, and Carol’s face stretches in a bashful smile, cheeks turning a light pink color.
“Really? You want me to meet your parents?” Carol questions.
“Of course, baby. I tell them enough about you over the phone, they’d love to meet the woman that I’ve been rambling about all this year.” Carol raises her eyebrows.
“Do they know about- about us?” She motions between their bodies.
“I haven’t told them, no, I wanted to talk to you about it first before I did, but they aren’t like, you know. They’ll love you, babe. I love you.” Maria’s eyes are wide, truthful, and she presses a short kiss to Carol’s palm. Carol shakes her head, blushing.
“Okay, yeah. As long as you let them know beforehand, I wouldn’t want to impose tradition.” Carol smiles, and Maria jumps in place.
“Yes! Thank you, Carol!” She squeals, and sets her mug down to throw her arms around the blonde’s waist. Carol smiles, stroking her hand over Maria’s hair, and thanks her lucky stars for Maria once again.