Thread: You Again? (rpfiend_123 & AnnaBeth Belle)

When he didn't hear her move for a moment, he wondered if she too was frozen in awkwardness. Slowly, he peeked out from behind the cabinet door just in time to catch one last glimpse of her firm backside, and then half of the front of her panties and all of her thigh. His eyes darted from her porcelain skin to her face and back. The expression she wore showed no signs of surprise or awkwardness, so he let out a brief sigh through his nostrils and closed the cabinet door, bringing out a glass for water, watching as Brooke hopped up on the counter. He stayed where he was though, the bottom half of the counter concealing all the most lewd detail of his lower appendage. He was glad the light had gone out of the room and only shadow remained to obscure anything too incriminating. He stood still, the cool air from the room causing his skin to get goosebumps. He listened to her as she rambled in the morning, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched her eat and talk. That was the Brooke he was used to. A chatter box. The sound of her bird like voice making him feel a bit more at ease. He was about to respond to each question in turn, but she just kept going, until at last it was aware that she was in fact made uncomfortable by what he wasn't wearing. He watched the surprise on her face, and then.. were her eyes going downward? It was hard to tell in the dim light, but he could have sworn.. Oh god she sees it.. He went right back to being self conscious. Not about his body - no, he was proud of that - but once again, in as little as two days, had found himself in yet another questionable situation. He tensed. His mind went to work again - the inner dialogue of teacher and human man in a heated debate. He was at a crossroads it seemed. All of their previous interactions had been a bit.. well, explainable.. and neither of them had really said anything to draw the awkwardness out into the open, but this, this was different. He had a choice to make now - he could say what he knew the educator and father in him should say what he absolutely would have said two days ago That it was fine, but that he was going to put some clothes on, and that they should really be more careful about what they wear around the house this summer, and where she left her bras around. Sure, they were like family, but he was also her principal, and they needed to make sure no one could accuse them of impropriety. but.. Something in him felt that if he said that, he'd end the chance for something special between them. Something exhilirating and fun. What exactly? He wasn't sure, but dammit, he liked their interactions so far. He wanted to catch little glimpses of her. To be able to see what she was wearing underneath her night shirts and for her to leave her unmentionables out on little tables. That wasn't TOO wrong, was it? Was it such a crime that he be laid back for once in his life? To be selfish? The debate in his head was short. The morning air, the dim light, the stillness of the kitchen, and his testosterone were too much for his logical side. He smiled widely. His white teeth glistening in the low light. Oh, don't worry about it. He laughed, walking on the other side of her and filling the glass up to the brim with water. He guzzled it down and wiped the dampness from his upper lip on the back of his arm. He set it in the sink and then hopped up on the kitchen counter right beside Brooke - his legs dangled similarly, but the flesh between his thighs made him have to spread his knees a bit more than her. He rested his hands on his lap. We've known eachother for years. I want you to be comfortable around me. The little shouting of the vice principal in his mind who was an expert at avoiding awkward situations with teens got quieter and quieter as he continued. Seriously, you're gonna be here all summer and you shouldn't have to tip toe around the house like you're a stranger here. Ok? he said. He put an arm around Brooke and squeezed her into his side, kissing her on the forehead once more before hopping down. He went over to the fridge and opened it up again, flooding the kitchen with bright light once more. The front of his torso exposed along with everything else he'd tried to hide a few seconds prior. He grabbed his prepared shake and took a swig, turning and shutting the garage door with his hip. And yes, I am going to the gym. Do you want to go? I get 1 free guest pass each time I go. He smiled and looked at her once more, from a front-on angle this time, not as worried about forcing his eyes into some unoccupied corner of the room anymore.