Evermore - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

-Natalie's POV-
I wash my hands again as I let the pasta cook in the pot, Diana went upstairs a few minutes ago to clean herself up or something.
I was thinking of just getting take out because I was feeling lazy and didn't want to cook..I just ended up putting on some pasta and I will make the sauce in a couple of minutes.
I didn't get an email yesterday like I was supposed to. I assumed I didn't get the job but I was in my office earlier today doing some writing and I did in fact receive an email.
I got it.
But...The school is strict, very strict at that matter. Students must wear black shoes, if they wear a skirt it must be an appropriate length, the same goes for staff, appropriate clothing. The principal has emailed me a list..of topics he wants me to teach, books, I don't have the option of books...I have a list to choose from, they are all terrible.
There is one that I read in middle school and I do have it on my bookshelf so I must reread it and then make work books about it with questions and all that...What is most confusing is that it was a book from middle school, I'm teaching at a high school. I am not particularly bothered, just confused.
There is many other rules that I have been emailed about. No phones in class, no dyed hair, no bullying of course and students need a hall pass when leaving the classroom...for anything.
"Did Josephine not come down yet?" I glance up to Diana, I shake my head and she hums walking around the counter. I look at the hoodie she has on.
I put my hand on my hip smiling slightly as I raise my eyebrows at her. Her shoulders rise as she walks over to me quickly with the guiltiest smile on her face.
"Stop, it was the only thing I could find." She wraps her arms around my waist and I roll my eyes while my hand goes to her back.
"Thief." I kiss the side of her head and she huffs pulling back from me. She looks at me for a second.
"Fine then, I'll take it off." She pulls it over her head, struggling as she does it in a rush. She holds it in her hand as she fixes the shirt she's wearing.
"That's my shirt too, beautiful." I tell her and she groans dropping the hoodie on the floor, the bun in her hair now messy.
"Don't you 'beautiful' me when you're being greedy." She scoops back up the hoodie and I laugh at her words as I take the hoodie from her hands. I fix it because she has it half inside out now.
I hand it back to her and she rolls her eyes taking it with one of her little annoyed huffs. She puts it back on slower than she took it off. She flattens it out fixing it.
"You're sucking up now." She says and I hum, I step closer putting my hands into the pockets of the hoodie pulling her closer.
She looks away from me, looking anywhere besides me. I shake my head as I lean down kissing her on the lips, they twitch while she fights the smile.
"I'm still mad." She says and I laugh pulling back.
"For what?"
"You stole my hoodie before! And my fluffy socks!" She finally looks up to me and I roll my eyes with a scoff.
"Those were my fluffy socks." I respond defending myself with the truth.
"No."
"Yes."
"No. They were mine, I bought them!" She says looking up at me with an offended look on her face while she steps onto her tippy toes slightly before dropping back down.
"As a gift for me, for Christmas." I smile while holding her eye contact, she huffs furrowing her eyebrows as she looks up at me.
"Were you not taught sharing is caring, Natalie Snow?" She crosses her arms and I snort.
"Wearing my clothes everyday to the point where I barely have anything is more than sharing, it is stealing at this point."
"You have lots! My Yale stuff, there was so much in that—so stop complaining." She tells me and I laugh looking at her again.
"See, in your Yale things, you took my clothes to Yale. That's stealing, Diana Cooper. Maybe you were the one not taught that stealing is wrong." I poke her sides and she squirms out of my grip.
"My parents were alcoholics—"
"Oh, you do not get to use that excuse with me—"
"I just did." She smiles and I shake my head at her smiling back.
Josephine walks into the kitchen and Diana glances back. She has a book in hand...my book.
"Hey, was the shower okay for you?" Diana asks, following Josephine to the island. Josephine closes the book as she nods to Diana. I stop smiling, rolling my eyes instead.
"Yes, it was very refreshing actually. Robin called me, I got caught up on the phone for quite some time." She smiles at Diana, they both pull out a stool sitting beside one another.
Diana nods glancing to me before doing a double take, she furrows her eyebrows and I pick up the knife from the counter and place the garlic clove down on the chopping board.
"Oh, let me help." Josephine stands, I shake my head.
"It's alright—"
"No no, I insist. Sit down, please, let me help out." She smiles walking around the counter, I hold the knife out to her as I look at her. She takes it and I walk past her, leaving her to ruin what I was trying to make.
Diana smiles at me as I sit down beside her. I could have done that myself, I don't need her help with making pasta sauce, it's not an impossible task.
"I used to make pasta all the time for Robin, I got sick of it but she never did." Josephine speaks. Who is Robin? And why would I care? Why would anyone care?
"I'm like Robin then, I love pasta, I could eat it all the time—and Natalie's lasagne, you've got to try it. She makes it perfectly, it's the only reason I'm with her." Diana smiles leaning her elbows onto the counter, I roll my eyes as Josephine laughs.
"I'm not much of a lasagne fan, I must admit though, I am an absolute sucker for pizza." Josephine says.
"Really?" Diana questions and I watch Josephine lift the chopping board as she turns around to where the pasta is before she sets the chopping board down on the counter.
"Yes, I have a bad habit of coming home from work and ordering pizza, I've tried stopping but I get a bit lazy and very hungry." Josephine tells Diana as she puts everything into the pan, she mixes it.
"I hate pizza." Diana huffs.
"No way, seriously? What don't you like about it?" Josephine glances back to her and Diana nods.
"Everything, I love cheese but on pizza it's always so...wet or something but the bread is dry...Every pizza I have tried is like that and crumbs get all over my hands. I love hotdogs, they used to be my favourite until Natalie's lasagne." Diana sits back.
"But hotdog buns are dry, aren't they?" Josephine glances over her shoulder to Diana, she tilts her head slightly as she looks at Josephine before smiling.
"Okay—but that's different." Diana laughs and I look to Josephine as she looks at Diana smiling.
Alright.
They keep talking.
More talking....then more talking just between them.
It goes on for a couple of minutes, both of them smiling or laughing then Josephine brings up something she told Diana earlier...about Robin again then it's serious...then back laughing.
"Where do you keep your plates?" Josephine smiles at diana, Diana gets up from her stool walking over, she walks past Josephine, closely, their bodies so close to touching..
"Up here." Diana gets onto the counter, kneeling up as she pulls open the cupboard...her hoodie goes up her body slightly.
Josephine's eyes go down.
I hum and Josephine glances to me, I look her up and down slightly before looking back to Diana. Her eyes were on Diana's ass. Her shorts aren't long and the minute her hoodie went up Josephine's eyes were where they shouldn't be.
Diana gets down setting the plates down on the counter.
"I'll do it, I've done nothing." Diana smiles and Josephine smiles back. I stand up from my stool.
I walk over to the kitchen door, about to leave but Diana calls me.
"Natalie, where are you going?" She questions and I glance back.
"I just remembered I have...things to do in my office." I say before leaving the kitchen before either of them can say another word.
I walk to my office opening the door, roughly..I step inside before shutting it behind me, gripping the handle.
I don't have the strength for Josephine—I know Diana is loyal, I do. But Jesus Christ the looks they are giving each other in just two days of her being here? Josephine is a distraction for Diana...so she gets her mind off of Charlie, she hasn't cried since Josephine arrived..But soon Diana is going to need a bigger distraction. Speaking with Josephine is going to become less and less helpful and what if she just slips and—
There's scratching at the office door, I groan dropping my head back against the door before I hear a little meow.
I lean off the door, I pull it open looking down at the little white cat sitting and staring up at me, she meows again.
"You are a pest, Thea." I bend down picking her up before shutting the door again. I rub her head as I walk over to my chair, I move it out from beneath the desk with my foot before I sit down.
Dorothea slips out of my arms as she gets onto my desk. I sit back watching her as my annoyance slowly goes away.
She sits down...I watch her waiting for her to find something to attack for no reason like she has recently begun doing.
Maggy much prefers to stay away from her, I much prefer to have Maggy in here but she thinks of Dorothea as a contagious sickness at this point.
Maggy is relaxed, really relaxed especially for a cat even. She doesn't like toys, she has her moments where she will begin jumping at random things but mostly she sleeps...Dorothea sleeps quite a bit too but she once she wakes up, she's hyper and at everything. She's clingy sometimes—most of the time.
Sometimes I still find Maggy watching the front door and the thought that crosses my mind is always 'is she waiting for Olivia?' She never used to do it but sometimes she lays staring. Olivia loved Maggy and Maggy loved Olivia, she was always dressing her up and spoiling her with treats. Maggy got sick one time and the vet told us that Maggy had to cut out the treats because she was becoming obese, Olivia snapped at the vet as if the poor man wasn't telling the truth.
Olivia came home that night and gave Maggy a whole lecture on body positivity and she spoke about it for weeks, calling Maggy perfect as if she became insecure..
It's honestly something Diana would do, if someone body shamed our 'children' as she says, she would probably begin telling them that they are perfect. She wouldn't go to Olivia's extent but she would definitely be offended and force me to tell Maggy and Dorothea they are perfect...Diana is the only person who could make me tell a cat they are perfect.
Fuck.
That book.
I turn my chair standing up before I walk over to one of my bookshelves. I scan the top shelf, looking at titles before moving to the books below.
I hear knocking at my office door, I mumble a 'come in' without even thinking about it as I focus on the thought of do I have this damn book or not?..
The door opens and closes.
"Hi." I hear Diana's voice behind me, I bend down to the lower shelves.
"Hello." I respond while scanning the books, I swear I had it somewhere...
"Where's the Professor?" I ask while looking at the books.
"Gone upstairs, I told her I wanted to come talk to you, she said it's been a long day and she wants to get some reading done anyway. We will probably make a plan on what to do tomorrow and figure out how long she's staying." Diana says and I sigh, half listening and half not.
"Hopefully not long." I mumble.
"Ah, there." I pluck the book from the shelf, I straighten up flipping it over to look at it.
"Why did you leave us?" I hear Diana's voice getting closer. I flip through the pages quickly, to make sure there's nothing already written.
"I have some work to do." I tell her.
"I seen the look you gave Josephine..." Her voice is suddenly lower and by my ear, I feel her breath against my face and I stop moving out of surprise...
"And what look was that?" I turn my head looking back at her, our noses almost touching as I search her eyes.
"Anger—you got jealous because I looked at her." She smiles up at me and my eyes drift down to her lips before I blink and look back into her eyes.
I turn around facing her and she keeps looking up at me through her eyelashes, I lean down closer to her ear before whispering.
"Does my jealousy turn you on, Diana? I'm beginning to think—especially from what you are saying now and how you are saying it, that my 'anger' when another woman's eyes are on your ass makes you wet? I'm also beginning to think that you want me to take that anger out on you, and not by harming you."  I hold her jaw making a little gasp escape her lips, I pull back slightly and the smile is gone off her face, she looks at me and her pupils have dilated.
"That's right, isn't it? What do you want me to do, bend you over my desk again and make you come all over my fingers? Make you scream my name for her to hear?" I question and she searches my eyes quickly. She holds my eye contact, not moving away from the grip I have on her jaw.
"I will do it, Diana. I don't give a shit, I would love to hear you screaming my name because that is what makes me wet...but maybe she will remember her place if she hears." I say stepping closer.
"Do it." She whispers and I keep looking at her. I search her eyes as she nods at me.
"Fuck me, baby." She lets go of her lip, I drop my hand from her jaw and she keeps looking up at me. I wasn't expecting her to say that honestly, I was expecting her to deny that she loves my jealousy...because she does, I know she loves how protective I get.
I push her stomach, leading her backwards to the desk, she stumbles before hitting the edge of the desk.
I pick up Dorothea from where she is, I carry her over to the door before opening it. I put her down carefully before rubbing her head, Maggy walks into the living room, Dorothea quickly chases after her.
I straighten back up shutting the door before turning around, Diana leans back against the desk, my eyes go to her hands which slightly grip the edge of the table already.
As I walk closer her chest rising and falling becomes more visible as it rises faster, she searches my eyes as I step in front of her.
I move my hands onto the desk, between her hands and her waist, I don't touch her yet, I just step closer our body's almost touching as her eyes moves move quickly, still searching mine.
"Is your heart pounding?" I whisper leaning down slowly to the side of her neck, my lips meet her soft skin.
"Mmhm." She hums and I kiss along her neck as one hand lifts from desk and moves up her hoodie instead. I push up the hoodie, my hand moving to her left breast as she lets out a quiet breath.
"Natalie." She whispers and I smile against her neck at my name from her mouth.
"I have barely touched you." I whisper back.
"I need you to—I need your hand between my legs—I'm so wet already." She almost whimpers as her shoulders slump, my teeth meet her pulse as I nip at the skin.
"You need to learn patience." I smile pulling back looking into her eyes as they squint a little.
I move my thumb over her hardened nipple as she keeps looking up at me, her eyes showing desperation and want, I hold her eye contact before my knee slips between her legs. I move it up with more pressure and she lets out a quiet noise.
My other hand goes to her hoodie, I pull it up and she lifts her arms quickly. I take it off her before throwing it to the floor. I look to her bare chest, my eyes going to her stomach, to the healing scar from the accident.
"It's—"
"It's beautiful." I cut her off because I know what she's going to say about it, she doesn't like the scars but I think they're apart of her now and everything about her is perfect...it may be embarrassing to say but it's the truth, one I most likely wouldn't speak aloud.
My hands go to the waistband her shorts, I push them down letting them drop to her feet while I kiss my way down her neck and to her chest, I look up at her as my mouth closes over her nipple. Her eyes flutter as she tries to hold the eye contact.
I suck before swirling my tongue around the bud, my mouth wanting to move slow and take my time but Diana's not the only one who has little patience.
My knee presses harder between her legs making her bite her lip and glance to the ceiling, I flick my tongue against her skin.
My mouth begins moving quickly against her nipple, she lets out a moan and I drop my knee, the sound making me want to hear more.
I push her underwear down her legs, she leans off the desk, her now bare body pressing against me while her panties drop to her feet. I pull back from her breasts.
"The things I want to do to you right now." I whisper looking at her as she sits onto the desk, her pupils are dilated, she looks innocent but the things that come out of her mouth while I touch her are far from it.
"Do them, do whatever you want to me." She whispers in response.
She lifts her legs up to her chest, her thighs separating while she rests back on her hands. I look down before my eyes find hers again.
"Fuck." I let out as I step closer, I lean over her body slightly, my hand resting on her stomach while the other slides around the back of her neck and beneath her hair before I pull her closer, our lips meeting.
I mean for it to be slow but the second her legs close slightly meeting my waist, it grows, the kiss becomes a need as if I need more of her immediately.
My hand squeezes the back of her neck as it begins with small kisses before her mouth opens, mine does too, my tongue finding hers within seconds.
My hands slides along her skin, I grip her waist before she moans into my mouth sending a particular feeling through my body.
Our mouths move quickly against one another's as her moans grow while I loosen my grip on her waist, instead I run one finger down her stomach.
I keep my grip on the back of her neck as her body arches slightly at the feeling of my finger running along her skin.
I bend over her more as her hand goes to my cheek, I hum into her mouth as the kiss grows hungrier, she wants to beg but she won't dare to pull back.
My fingers meet her already wet entrance, they tease slowly before easily dipping past her folds. I pull back from the kiss to look down at a sight I never get sick of.
She licks her bottom lip before looking down at my hand between her legs. I keep a steady pace as her mouth stays open as she glances up to me.
Her eyes are full with want—maybe more a need by the look, she moans while holding my eye contact as my hand keeps moving against her core which is hot but wet, my fingers almost covered already.
She doesn't break the eye contact and I drop my hand from her neck, I massage her breast as her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, she smiles slowly while her head tilts back. Another moan escapes past her lips.
"I'm going to wipe that smile off your face." I tell her as my steady pace increases as I touch where she's most wet getting a louder moan out of her.
I bend over her slightly again my hand leaving her breast as my tongue meets it instead, swirling around her skin while her chest rises and falls at a quick pace.
"Baby." She moans, her hand gently going to my hair instead of roughly. I suck before licking and she grips my hair slightly as my fingers keep moving into her wet core, touching her the way I know she loves.
A question slips out of my mouth between kisses up her chest.
"Can Josephine touch you like this?" It's out before I can process it, she shakes her head though, not giving a second thought.
"Nobody...can touch me the way you do." She moans, my movements become rougher with the moans she leaves out, my wants for more taking over. Her noises grow, filling the room as my fingers fill her over and over...
"Baby—yes—faster!" She lifts her head as my lips meet her neck, I open them, slowly scraping my teeth along her pulse while my fingers slide in and out of her cunt faster like she wanted.
"Say my name." I mumble, the pulse between my own legs increasing as I grow more wet because of her, the way she feels around my fingers, the noise coming from her and the way she reacts to my touch...
"Oh my god—Natalie, don't stop—" Her moans sound shaky as she arches up against my hand, I don't stop, my palm meets her clit as I move my hand harder against her wet pussy. Her arm moves around my shoulder quickly while she buries her face into the side of my neck.
My hand slides around her back, my fingers curl at the perfect time, with enough pressure to send her over the edge.
She tightens up as my finger runs up her arched back, she whimpers into my neck while my fingers refuse to stop as my palm smacks against her skin.
"Natalie—that feels so good—fuck!" She basically screams, too loud while her body shakes in my arms and her legs attempt the shut from the pleasure.
I let out a heavy breath as my fingers stop running along her back, I wrap my arm around her, holding her waist as she rides out her high.
"Christ, you feel amazing all tight around my fingers like this." I whisper before kissing the side of her head as she quiets her whimpers by kissing my neck.
I slow my hand as her hand loosens around my shoulders. Her legs also drops against the desk, I slowly take my fingers out of her core as she pulls back.
She breathes heavy slumping back as I look down at my coated fingers.
"Diana?" I hear Josephine's voice and Diana meets my eye quickly, my lips twitch and Diana sits up trying to get a steady breath out.
"I—yeah?" She clears her throat in a rush as she mouths a 'what the fuck?' to me, I shrug licking my coated fingers as Diana holds my eye contact.
"I heard a scream, is everything okay?" Josephine's questions, still outside the office. Diana's face goes red and I drop my hand to her thighs as I sink down to my knees.
Diana's eyes follow, I kneel up moving her thighs to my shoulders and she looks at me, her eyes widening.
"Everything's fine!" Diana panics and I lean forward swiping my tongue across her, she holds my eye contact biting her lip.
"Are you sure? I thought I heard—"
"There was a bug—sorry—I just have to do something, Natalie's helping me move a shelf—"
She cuts herself off with a gasp before blocking her mouth, I laugh a little against her making her thighs shut around my head as a reaction, her hand go to my hair.
"Do you need help?" Josephine asks, Diana's hand stays on her mouth as her eyes roll back already. Her other hand leaves my hair quickly, going to her mouth as her chest rises and falls rapidly.
I replace my tongue with my fingers as I lean back from her.
"We've got it, Josephine. My shirt is off since it's hot in here so I think it's best if you just go to bed, Diana's just finishing up." I say, I laugh a little and Diana moans into her hands I shush her before she shakes her head quickly.
There's silence...she's gone back to bed? I slow my hand as Diana drops hers from her mouth.
"I actually hate you, Natalie, seriously." She breathes heavy, I look at her while licking my fingers clean again.
"Did you not want me to do that?" I question and she looks at me, she licks her lips before looking away quickly.
"Shut up."
"You wanted me to before I even touched you, you came so quickly—"
"Because of the look you gave me! That turned you on as much as it did me!" She gives out and I laugh.
"Well, I suppose it brings back memories, that risk of being caught, having to keep quiet in that tight janitors closet while you came all over my fingers." I lower my voice and she blocks her face.
"When you used to be too shy to speak anything dirty, the quiet moans into my neck...moaning my name." I put my hands on her thighs as I stand up and she bites her lip slightly.
"I wanted to say the worst things in that stupid closet—god, I wanted to beg so badly but I thought you would get weirded out." She smiles and I roll my eyes.
"I would not—"
"Well, we barely knew each other at the time, I had class with you afterwards so I couldn't say those things! I would have been mortified!" She says and I smile.
"Oh god, the things I wanted to do to you during some of those classes when you gave me those looks." I laugh and she rolls her eyes.
"Before or after the first time in the bathroom?" She looks up at me.
"After. I honestly didn't think of you in that way for awhile, well I tried not to, I was your teacher still, I don't have that sort of feeling towards any of my students. You just...Since the bookstore there was just something I saw in you, then in school our relationship grew. I had my thoughts at the start but brushed them off as I was disgusted with myself for having them about a student." I say, slightly cringing. I have never thought of any students in the way I have Diana. Not even after...When my thoughts about her began I was disgusted and I was worried I would have them after her but there was always a connection with Diana. It was wrong of me to have a relationship with a student still but I don't regret it. Not at all.
"I caught you daydreaming a few times in class, was it about me?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
"Not always, I didn't always have the desire to bend you over my desk, I didn't treat you any differently from everyone else in the classroom." I tell her and she smiles.
"I know, you didn't up my grades."
"Because I didn't want you to think me fucking you had a reward, I thought it would make you feel forced to do stuff with me as your grades were bad anyway—I still acknowledge the fact that you were my student, we had sex but I made sure to treat you the same after...most of the time." I say and she smiles.
"I never felt forced, even Charlie's kno—knew that." She looks away from me as she stops smiling.
Fuck.
She looks away for a moment and I don't say anything before she takes a breath then nods.
"Are—"
"Yeah...it's okay, he just...knew a lot about my feelings towards you then...it's fine, can we actually just go to bed?" She asks, clearing her throat looking to me before looking away.
"How about we talk while taking a bath instead?.. I can give you a massage afterwards?" I question and she nods slowly getting off the desk, I get her clothes helping her before we leave my office.