Estelle stood there, breathless, her body still buzzing from Celeste’s kiss. She had never felt anything like it—the intensity, the control, the possessiveness that radiated from Celeste. But more than anything, she could still feel the restraint in Celeste’s touch, the promise that their first time would be something more than a heated moment in a classroom.
Celeste took a step back, her eyes dark with desire but laced with control. She ran her thumb gently over Estelle’s swollen lips, as if marking the moment, a reminder that while the tension between them crackled, they hadn’t crossed that final line yet.
“We’ll wait,” Celeste said softly, her voice still thick with authority. “When the time comes, it will be special. You understand?”
Estelle nodded, her heart still racing, her body aching for more, but she understood. As much as the desire between them burned, Celeste wanted their first time to be more than just a response to the heat of the moment. It was going to be on her terms, and Estelle trusted her—trusted that Celeste would make it worth the wait.
Taking a deep breath, Celeste stepped back further, her demeanor shifting from the possessive lover to something more composed, more in control. “Now, about Mia,” she said, her tone turning serious as her eyes hardened. “We need to fix this situation before she gets into even more trouble.”
Estelle blinked, still trying to recover from the emotional whiplash. “Mia… right.”
Celeste adjusted her blazer, smoothing it out as if resetting herself completely. “I’ll help her, but she’s going to have to face some consequences. And you, Estelle, need to make sure you aren’t dragged into her reckless behavior again.”
Estelle nodded, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. She knew Mia had gotten herself into a mess, but Celeste’s involvement meant things could turn around. “I’ll stay out of it, I promise. But thank you… for helping her.”
Celeste’s lips twitched into a brief, satisfied smile. “I’m not doing it for her. I’m doing it for you.”
With that, Celeste turned on her heel, her expression cool and calculated as she led the way out of the empty classroom and down the hallway toward the administrative offices. Estelle followed, her mind racing not only from what had just happened between them but also from the fact that Celeste was going to clean up Mia’s mess.
As they approached the dean’s office, Estelle could feel her nerves starting to creep in again. Mia was waiting just outside, pacing anxiously, her face flushed with worry. When she spotted Estelle and Celeste, she hurried over, her eyes wide.
“Are we… in serious trouble?” Mia asked, her voice trembling slightly as she looked between them.
Celeste didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she walked right past Mia, her posture rigid and her focus sharp as she approached the door to the dean’s office. She knocked once before stepping inside, her presence commanding the room as she greeted the dean, a middle-aged man with a stern face who was clearly waiting to deal with Mia.
Estelle and Mia hovered near the door, too anxious to follow Celeste inside, but not wanting to stray too far. The tension in the air was palpable, and Estelle could feel Mia’s anxiety bubbling over.
“I’m sorry,” Mia whispered, her voice shaky as she looked at Estelle. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just… I didn’t think it would go this far.”
Estelle sighed, resting a reassuring hand on Mia’s arm. “I know. But you have to stop getting into these situations, Mia. You can’t keep dragging me—or yourself—into trouble like this.”
Mia nodded, looking down at her feet. “I know. I just… I didn’t want you to get involved.”
Before they could say anything else, the door to the dean’s office opened, and Celeste stepped out, her expression cool but satisfied. She glanced between Estelle and Mia, her eyes settling on Mia with a look that made it clear she had taken control of the situation.
“I’ve spoken with the dean,” Celeste said, her voice firm. “You won’t be suspended, Mia. But there are conditions.”
Mia’s eyes widened in relief. “I won’t be suspended?”
Celeste raised an eyebrow. “No, but you’ll be facing disciplinary action. Community service hours on campus, mandatory meetings with a counselor to discuss your behavior, and you’ll be on probation for the rest of the semester. One more slip-up, and you’re out.”
Mia swallowed hard, her face pale but visibly relieved. “I… I understand. Thank you. I’ll take whatever they give me. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Celeste’s gaze softened just slightly, though her voice remained authoritative. “You’d better. I won’t intervene again if you continue to act recklessly.”
Mia nodded quickly, clearly shaken by the seriousness of Celeste’s warning. “I won’t. I swear. I’m done with the pranks.”
Celeste turned her attention to Estelle, her eyes locking onto hers with that familiar possessiveness, but there was also something else there—something protective. “Estelle, you need to keep your distance from these situations. I won’t let you ruin your future because of someone else’s poor decisions.”
Estelle felt her breath catch, a mix of gratitude and that familiar pull toward Celeste swirling inside her. She nodded, her voice soft. “I understand. Thank you for helping her.”
Celeste’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before she gave a curt nod. “You’re welcome. But remember, Estelle… I expect you to make better choices from now on. I won’t always be there to clean up the mess.”
Estelle smiled softly, knowing that despite Celeste’s firm tone, there was genuine care behind her words. “I’ll be careful.”
With one final, piercing look, Celeste turned and walked away, leaving Estelle and Mia standing outside the dean’s office. The air felt lighter now, the weight of the situation finally lifting, but Estelle’s mind was still spinning.
Mia let out a long breath of relief, shaking her head. “I seriously owe you, Estelle. And… I think I owe her too.” She nodded toward where Celeste had disappeared down the hallway.
Estelle smiled faintly. “Yeah, you do. But you’re lucky she stepped in when she did.”
Mia nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “You’re telling me. I’ll definitely be laying low for a while.”
As they started walking back toward campus, Estelle’s thoughts kept drifting back to Celeste—the way she had taken control of the situation, the way she had put Estelle in her place earlier, and the way she had looked at her with such intensity, such desire.
She knew that whatever was happening between them, it was far from over. And with every passing day, Estelle felt herself falling deeper into Celeste’s world, her heart and body craving more.
Comment