Title: Don’t Stand So Close To Me
Author: Queen Mab
Rating: R for sexual situations and strong language.
Category: Foolish Fic, Fluff/Romance, AU
Summary: Cordelia’s hot for teacher. Season 3, BtVS
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: Take it, but tell me where so I can visit.
Notes: A Foolish Fic for: C.C. Hope you like it, C.C! C.C. wanted A/C fluff/romance set in BtVS seasons 1-3 (high school years)…AU (no demons)…any rating, but not too smutty.
Thanks/Dedication: A big, huge shout out to Abby for her beta & encouragement and for late night PM’s laced with depth, fic, and a little pornography. Song Lyrics by Police.
Feedback: Pretty please.
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there’s longing
This girl’s an open page
Book marking – she’s so close now
This girl is half his age..
Cordelia Chase was in love.
Not the mushy gushy puppy love that so many of her friends indulged in, but the real thing. More real than her love for Keanu Reeves and that had been the stuff that legends were made of. No, this was deep, abiding and even better—forbidden.
The object of her affections? Liam O’Malley, substitute teacher. He was tall, dark, handsome and well, fresh meat–something that Sunnydale was seriously lacking in. And let’s not forget the most important thing–he was older. Older and therefore way more mature than Xander Harris.
I bet Mr. O’Malley never has sweaty palms. She was tired of clumsy fondles and gropes, she wanted a man who knew how, when, and where to please a woman. Thanks to the April edition of Cosmopolitan, Sex University, Class 3: Fundamentals of Fellatio she considered herself well-versed in the art of love making. She smirked.Oh, yeah. Mr. O’Malley had no idea what lay ahead.
Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me
Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me
For the hundredth time today he reminded himself that he was a teacher. A role model. An adult completely in control of himself.
Why must she stare at me? And what’s with the constant lip licking?
Cordelia Chase was a man’s worst nightmare and his wettest dream all rolled into one. Constantly bending over to show off her full, round breasts and dropping things so she could show the slightest bit of panty.
Those were just two of the ways Ms. Chase like to inflict torture. He should give her detention for her less than appropriate behavior. Oh, yeah. He smiled, leaning back in his chair, toying with a pencil. Detention.
Maybe some “come sit under my desk detention”. He was startled out of his reverie by a pair of perfect breasts. He sat up quickly, his pencil flying into the air and bouncing off of said breasts.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, caught off his guard by the most incredible pair of…eyes! Good God man, get a grip.
Cordelia handed the pencil back to him, a knowing smile on her face. He scowled at her, removing his glasses to clean the lenses.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked, her voice silky, probably just like the skin between her…he shook his head trying to focus.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, Ms. Chase, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the email that you sent me.”
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you, too.” She smiled wickedly and edged closer to him. He was trying not to sweat, really he was.
He wondered when and how her voice got so low. “For obvious reasons, I can’t attend the prom with you. While I’m flattered to be asked, it just wouldn’t be appropriate.” There. He said it. Now she would leave him alone.
Cordelia’s face was expressionless, as she looked him right in the eye. Relief washed over him, she was going to move on. That was why what came out of her mouth next was truly unexpected.
“Chicken.” The word was spoken softly, without inflection.
He had no idea what to say to that, so he just watched as she left the room, his mouth slightly agape. He was in deep shit.
The look on his face was priceless, not to mention the sweat. Unless the sweat was caused by some glandular problem. But she could deal with that. California was full of doctors that handled bizarre cases.
She was going to have to raise the assault up a notch if he was going to be on her arm at Prom.
No worries. She was a Chase, after all. She decided not to waste any time and got right down to business, planning her next attack. She checked her watch, 3:45 and knew exactly what she was going to do.
After ducking into the bathroom for a second, she made her way to the library.
Just as she thought, Mr. O’Malley and Mr. Giles were about to take afternoon tea. She put on her most winning smile and approached them.
“Sorry to bother your tea time, but I was wondering if you had a copy of ‘The Second Treatise on Civil Government’?”
“Yes, er, I believe so…” Mr. Giles stated, heading off to the stacks.
Mr. O’Malley was seated, looking very uncomfortable. She winked at him. His eyes widened. Her tongue darted out of her mouth; snaked over her lip, then back into her mouth. He shook his head wordlessly.
She smiled innocently and turned around to wait for Mr. Giles.
Mr. Giles returned with her book and she turned to face him. He handed her the book and went into his office, muttering to himself about something scholarly.
Cordelia pretended to drop her book and bent over to pick it up, making sure to stay that way an extra long time.
She didn’t have on underwear.
He checked twice, well, three times, to make sure. He could feel heat spread throughout his body from head to toe, but circulating right around his groin. He was a man, just a man for goodness sake. A lonely, horny, nice man. A very nice man who shouldn’t be interested in a seventeen year old no matter how soft and pliant she may be.
But, dear Lord was there a nicer ass on the planet? I oughtta turn her over my knee and give her a good…
“O’Malley? One lump or two?” Mr. Giles called from his office.
Liam jumped at the sound of Mr. Giles’ voice and reluctantly turned to answer with a strangled tone, “One is fine,” and when he turned back she was gone. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or extremely disappointed.
Cordelia marveled at her bravado and chuckled to herself. Score one for the cheerleader!
The rest of the week passed pretty much without incident. She continued to flirt, tease, and flash Mr. O’Malley whenever possible. To her immense ire, he was getting better and better at ignoring her. He was probably gay. Or a eunich.
The weasel. That had to be it. No man could resist her charms.
So bad it makes him cry
He was insane with lust. One look into those hazel eyes and he was lost. He wanted to dive into her and never surface.
There was a special hell for men like him. He figured that there was probably already a seat with his name on it already for just thinking about what he’d like to do to her.
Slam her against the lockers and fuck her into a coma. He had to get out of this assignment, somehow, someway. He couldn’t resist temptation forever; he had to talk to Snyder.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Cordelia cursed as she heard the all-to-familiar sounds of a flat tire. It was pouring outside, though thankfully warm. She pulled over and dialed AAA on her cell phone.
After she called for a tow truck, she laid her head back against the seat with a sigh. Just as she was starting to enjoy the peacefulness of the rainstorm, a jolt of lightning came frighteningly close to her car, followed by the loudest clap of thunder she’d ever heard.
Realizing that she could quickly become fried like bacon, she got out of the car and headed for the underpass in a run.
Wet bus stop, she’s waiting
His car is warm and dry
No, it couldn’t be. Yeah, it sure was. Liam spotted Cordelia’s red convertible on the side of the road and started to pull up next to it, when he noticed that she wasn’t in it. He looked ahead and saw that she was standing under the highway bridge.
He mustered up as much courage as he could manage and slowly drove up to her. He parked the car under the bridge, got out and stood in front of her.
“Flat tire?” he asked.
“Flat tire,”she confirmed.
“Do you need a–,” he started, gesturing to his car.
She shook her head. “Nuh uh. Called AAA.”
What followed was an awkward silence the likes of he’d never before experienced.
He heard her draw in a deep breath and then she spoke. “Look. I know about all you and your ‘alternative lifestyle’. I won’t tell anyone. Your big gay secret is safe with me.” She looked quite proud of herself.
“Cordelia, I’m not gay.”
“Oh. Then sorry about the whole impotent eunich thing. Your life must really suck.”
“Not an ‘impotent eunich’ either.”
Cordelia looked very confused. “Then what the hell are you?”
“I’m a teacher. I’m an authority figure. I can’t get involved with a student, no matter how appealing that student may be.”
Cordelia’s eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect “o”. She inched closer to him while he backed up as if to escape her.
“Cordelia…,” he warned. She got closer and closer until he couldn’t back up any further.
Before he had a chance to warn her again, she leaned forward, her face mere inches from his. She leaned in as if to kiss him, then stopped, her lips hovering over his. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and with it she traced his lips.
His eyes closed at the contact and he growled, deep in his chest.
With a sigh, her lips settled over his. That’s when she lost all control over the situation. Liam launched an “all systems go” assault on her mouth and completely against character, Cordelia submitted willingly.
He turned, none-to-gently so that now her back was to the wall. Her eyes widened at the rough treatment. Seeing the dangerous, out-of-control look in his eyes, she smiled and reached for his mouth again. Her hands moved from his shoulders to wind through his hair and his hands were…everywhere.
From her face, to her hair, to her hips, they were incessent. Her belly clenched as his hands slipped up from her waist to her breasts then to her waist again.
She unwound her fingers from his hair and placed her hands on his, guiding them back up to her breasts. He seemed to hesitate, but slid the straps of her dress down, pushing them down her arms to reveal the magnificence that was Cordelia Chase’s breasts. His mouth moved from her lips to nibble on an earlobe. She sighed her pleasure. He moved on to her neck nibbling and sucking softly, making his mark on her.
“Yesss…,” she whispered as his mouth covered her erect nipple. She gasped as he began to gently suckle her, and she watched him through half-closed eyes. When he moved on to her other breast, she encouraged him, once again winding her fingers through his hair. He gave that breast the same treatment as the other and she moved against him restlessly, needing more. He wedged his knee in between her thighs and positioned her higher against the wall.
His lips claimed hers once more as he kissed her fiercely, his hand trailing up from her knee, to her thigh and finally to her hot center. They both moaned. He when he felt her heat and she at the delicious sensation of his fingers inside of her. Without thinking, she reached down and fit her hand over the bulge in his pants. She unzipped his pants, preparing to take his hard length in her hand, but then he was gone. She was left hanging, empty.
Self-conciously she pulled the straps of her dress up and righted herself. She walked past him, intent on ignoring him, as she started to make her way back to her car.
“I’ll take you home.” His voice was low; clipped.
At the sound of his voice, she stopped and turned, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow arched.
She gave him her best “I am waaay better than you” smile. “How kind of you to offer,” she said, “but as you see, my ride is here.” She indicated the tow truck whose lights were flashing up ahead.
He nodded and jammed his hands in his pockets and spoke. “Cordelia, you are a beautiful woman, er, girl and one day…”
She wanted to smack him, or throw rocks at him until he cried like a little girl. Instead, she sauntered up to him confidently.
“Please. I am Cordelia Chase. I do not beg. I do not plead. I am not one of those sad, pathetic ‘pretty girl’s who cry at night’. So don’t think that tomorrow or even in ten minutes, I’ll give you a second thought. You’re the one who missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime, not me, bub. So please don’t give me that crap. I know who I am, now who the hell are you?” Not waiting for, or even really expecting an answer she started to walk away, but stopped at the last minute and turned to face Liam again.
She took a deep breath and then spoke in a rush. “Four years. I’ll give you four years. I’ll be done with college, I’ll have lived it up and then we’re gonna finish what we started. I wanna find out what else those lips can do.” And with that she spun on her heel and walked to the tow truck.
Behind her, the sound of his laughter echoed in the twilight.
True to her word, it wasn’t long before Cordelia thought little of the substitute teacher who had wreaked havoc on her hormones. She went to the prom alone. She lost herself in the bump and grind of the music, dancing all by herself. She was beautiful. She was confident. She was a woman. She was Cordelia.