Rocking her chair back on two legs, Eva was about to tell one of her friends all about her morning, when she heard the new teacher’s clear voice cut through the murmuring classroom to reprimand her. She stopped mid-sentence, her chair falling back down to all fours with a [i]thump[/i] as she turned her shocked gaze toward the front of the room. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. There was a hush over the room now as a few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Some of them were looking at the new teacher in awe and several of them were glancing back at Eva with slight smirks on their faces. This time they weren’t laughing [i]with[/i] her.

It took a second for Eva to regain her composure and for the faint blush to subside. But when it did, she cleared her throat in a mimicking way and said, “Excuse me, Mrs…” She looked around the classroom trying to find her name somewhere. She spotted it written on the blackboard. “…Miss [i]Marks[/i]. Since you’re new, I don’t think you know how the tardy system here works. We don’t get an absence for the first offense.” One of her friends suppressed a snort when she said “first” but Eva shot her a look. The other students knew exactly what she was trying to do but no one wanted to be a snitch. “And we certainly don’t get Saturday detention right away. It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll figure out how things work around here eventually.” 

She was finally taking the opportunity to get a good look at this woman, having barely glanced at her earlier. Even with her back still turned toward the blackboard, Eva could tell their new teacher was young and attractive. Her eyes trailed from her dark curls, to the tight pencil skirt, all the way down her long shapely legs and back up again. Eva quirked an eyebrow appreciatively. [i]She might not be such a bad replacement after all, once I have her wrapped around my finger.[/i] There was something else about her that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, something oddly familiar about the curve of her hip, the color and texture of her hair. Eva leaned forward, looking at her curiously…

[i]Summer 2014. Just after midnight at the RAVE nightclub and bar downtown. Eva’s lips were pressed to another woman’s neck, her hips coming to meet hers suggestively and push her roughly to the wall. “I was hoping I’d find you here again,” she murmured against her skin, a hand snaking it’s way up to tangle itself in her hair. It was the same woman she’d met a couple nights ago, over a drink at the bar. There had been an instant chemistry between them that had quickly led to a breathy encounter like they one they were engaged in now. “You’re ticklish,” she exhaled, giving her side another squeeze and delighting in the response. The music pulsed deafeningly and people were pressed all around them, but they seemed completely oblivious to anything else…[/i]

Eva stared at the woman at the front of the classroom with wide, unbelieving eyes, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. It had always been dark and loud every time she’d seen her and they had done more “exploring” than talking, but she would certainly recognize her again. The taste of her skin came more readily to mind than her name, though she did remember it.

“S-Stev-..!” she clamped her mouth shut abruptly, before she could stammer out the entire name. She couldn’t just be like, “Hey Stevie, remember me?” Not in front of the entire class. Rumors spread like wildfire through the school and the [i]last[/i] thing she wanted was to get Stevie fired from her job. [i]Holy hell…[/i] Her new teacher was her summer fling. She was almost positive it was the same woman, though she had yet to see her face… [i]Maybe I’m mistaken…[/i]

“Ste-.. Miss Marks, maybe I could talk to you after class about getting that absence removed?” she inquired, a little loudly. She was trying to get her to turn around and look at her. “Miss Marks..?”