Estelle’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, mere inches from Celeste, feeling the weight of the professor’s presence like a force field around them. The tension between them had always simmered just beneath the surface, but tonight it felt dangerous, ready to explode. Her mind was still fogged by the alcohol, but her body was responding to the heat rolling off Celeste—the anger, the possessiveness, the desire.
“I’m not yours,” Estelle had whispered, but even as the words left her mouth, she knew they lacked conviction. Her body was betraying her, leaning into Celeste’s overwhelming presence.
Celeste’s jaw tightened, and her fingers dug slightly into Estelle’s arms, pulling her even closer until there was almost no space between them. Her voice was low, barely more than a growl as she spoke. “Don’t lie to me, Estelle. You know you are.”
Estelle’s breath hitched at the raw intensity in Celeste’s voice. The fire in her professor’s eyes—equal parts anger and desire—made Estelle’s pulse race. She could feel the heat radiating from Celeste’s body, could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the cool night air.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Estelle said, her voice trembling, but even she wasn’t sure she believed it. She didn’t know if she wanted to fight against the pull she felt toward Celeste anymore. The tension between them had been simmering for too long, and tonight, it felt like everything was about to boil over.
Celeste’s eyes darkened, her gaze dropping to Estelle’s lips for just a second before locking onto her eyes again. “You keep telling yourself that,” she said softly, her voice dripping with dangerous confidence, “but every time I pull away, you come right back.”
The words struck something deep inside Estelle, a painful truth she hadn’t been able to admit to herself. Celeste wasn’t wrong. No matter how much she tried to deny it, there was always this pull between them—this undeniable connection that neither of them could fully control.
Celeste’s grip loosened slightly, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she brushed a strand of hair away from Estelle’s face, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the fire in her eyes. “Look at you,” Celeste whispered, her voice softer now, but no less intense. “Out here, dressed like that, letting strangers touch you. What were you trying to prove, Estelle? What are you running from?”
The question hit Estelle like a punch to the gut. She didn’t have an answer—at least, not one she was ready to admit. The truth was, she had been running. Running from her feelings for Celeste, from the confusion and frustration of their complicated relationship. She had tried to lose herself in the noise and chaos of the night, but now, standing here in the quiet with Celeste, she couldn’t hide anymore.
“I’m not running from anything,” Estelle mumbled, but the words sounded weak even to her own ears.
Celeste’s eyes softened for just a moment, her thumb brushing lightly across Estelle’s cheek. “I know you better than that, Estelle,” she said quietly, her voice still laced with that dangerous edge. “You’re not as tough as you pretend to be.”
Estelle’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming quicker now as the tension between them grew thicker. The alcohol was still clouding her mind, but she couldn’t deny the way her body reacted to Celeste’s nearness, to the way her voice sent shivers down her spine.
“I—” Estelle started, but the words got stuck in her throat.
Before she could say anything more, Celeste’s fingers tightened on her arms again, and in one swift motion, she pulled Estelle closer, pressing her up against the wall of the building behind them. The sudden move made Estelle gasp, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself, but they landed on Celeste’s chest, the feel of her warmth and strength beneath her hands making her heart race even faster.
“Do you want me to stop?” Celeste whispered, her lips inches from Estelle’s ear, her breath hot against her skin.
Estelle’s breath hitched, her body tingling with the intensity of the moment. Every fiber of her being was screaming for her to pull away, to stop this before it went too far—but she didn’t. She couldn’t. The magnetic pull between them was too strong, too overwhelming.
“I—” Estelle’s voice caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words. Her hands were still on Celeste’s chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her blazer. She could feel the rapid beat of Celeste’s heart beneath her fingertips, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Estelle finally whispered, her voice barely audible.
The moment the words left her mouth, something in Celeste seemed to snap. In an instant, her lips were on Estelle’s, fierce and hungry, as if all the tension, all the frustration, had finally reached a breaking point. Estelle’s body reacted instinctively, her arms wrapping around Celeste’s neck as she kissed her back with equal intensity.
The kiss was a clash of fire and desire, both of them finally giving in to the pull that had been building between them for so long. Celeste’s hands slid down Estelle’s sides, gripping her waist and pulling her closer, pressing her fully against the wall as their bodies moved together in a fevered rush.
Estelle’s mind spun with the intensity of it all, the feel of Celeste’s lips on hers, the way her hands moved over her body with a possessive hunger that made her knees weak. The world around them disappeared—there was only the heat between them, the fire that had finally been unleashed.
But even in the midst of the kiss, there was a flicker of something else—something that made Estelle hesitate for just a moment. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath as she looked up at Celeste, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of desire and confusion.
“What… what are we doing?” Estelle whispered, her voice shaky as she tried to catch her breath.
Celeste’s eyes were dark, filled with a mix of emotions that Estelle couldn’t quite decipher. She pressed her forehead against Estelle’s, her breathing heavy as she struggled to regain control. “I don’t know,” Celeste admitted, her voice rough. “But I can’t stop.”
Estelle’s heart raced as she stared up at her professor, her mind spinning with the weight of what was happening. She wanted to give in, to lose herself in the moment—but she knew this wasn’t something that could be easily undone.
Before she could say anything, Celeste’s phone buzzed in her pocket, the sound breaking through the intensity between them. Celeste stiffened, her expression hardening as she pulled away slightly, her hands dropping from Estelle’s waist.
“I need to take this,” Celeste said, her voice clipped as she fished her phone out of her pocket.
Estelle nodded, still trying to process what had just happened, her body still buzzing from the kiss, the desire still coursing through her veins.
As Celeste stepped away to answer the call, Estelle leaned back against the wall, her mind racing. The fire between them had finally ignited, but where did that leave them now?
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