Thread: Class is in Session (Notte x WhiteStar)

Synnamon was having the strangest dream of William carrying her, but he knew that in life he would never do such a thing. Usually he avoided touching her as if she had the plague or some other harsh disease or disfigurement. She murmured something low in her sleep, something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into Williams chest, pressing herself closer into him to the point that her breasts were crushed against his chest. She looked innocent in her sleep, so different from when she was awake. Her body was like liquid, keeping a soft flow to it with her movements. However, when she was awake, she was always so tense as if she were constantly ready to be attacked by the world around her. Instead of that wicked grin she always wore, her lips were pulled down into a natural pout. She writhed in his arms as if she were having a nightmare instead of some lust filled sexual dream. She clung tighter to William as if her were a lifeline in her nightmare world. Don't... she started talking in a half sob in her sleep, as if what she was dreaming was a true terror for her. Don't touch me! Get off, get off of me please! No... Her voice trailed off on a pain filled whisper. It wasn't unusual for Synnamon to have this dream, it haunted her every time she closed her eyes. Against her wishes, tears started to leek from her slumbering eyes and she always awoke to a tear stained pillow the next morning when she would wake up. Only, this time, the dream was different. Carried in William's arms she felt sheltered and her nightmare soon faded away into a dream where William had protected her, just like he had that day in school. She started to drift back into consciousness, although it was a slow process, she could get the feeling through her that she was being carried against a warm male chest and instead of fighting, her body froze in sheer terror. She tried to make her body relax so that the man carrying her wouldn't realize that she had awoken. Slowly, she opened up one eye and peeked up at the man, and knew that somehow like in her dream, that it was William holding her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her head on his shoulder, and her breasts were pressed into his chest. A deep blush stole across her cheeks and she was glad that he wasn't looking down at her, but rather watching where he was going. She briefly flicked her gaze to their surroundings and realized that they were close to home. Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him, William... I - she stopped trying to explain herself and she didn't even bother trying to get out of his arms. She felt safe there, protected, and she was frozen by the feel of it. He would have to drop her because she wasn't even sure if she could stand at the moment. The days happenings rolled through her mind and she remembered everything, the two fights, the Principal, Ms. St. James, and she remembered sneaking off of campus and by the look of the sky she knew that it was sometime around noon and that school was still in session and that William should have still been in school. How did he know that I left? She thought with an absent mind, she was sure that she hadn't sent him a text saying that she was leaving. She looked up into his eyes and said the only thing that she could. How did you find me?