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The Affair - Chapter 2 (Larissa/Reader)

Hello everyone, here's the second installment to this little fic. Writing has been slow-going but the kind comments I got on chapter 1 both here and on AO3 were a great motivation to put in the work when I had the time and brainpower to do so. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature Tags: Alcohol consumption, Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Seduction, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader, Power Imbalance.

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Chapter 2 - Private Booth

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.” She murmured in your ear and you heard a breathy laugh exiting your mouth, feeling as if it came from miles away. 

You weren’t sure how the evening had evolved to this point, if you had to be perfectly honest. You were sure you both had been the picture of professionality at the start of your dinner together, sitting primly at the table in the private booth, ordering a light meal and talking about lesson plans and your previous work experiences.

You had been nervous, but except for the unusual setting, it hadn’t been that different from countless other meetings you’d had with principals. And, you mused as you took a bite of your salad, to be honest you appreciated having this conversation over food for once instead than in a stuffy office. 

Was it some sort of cultural difference that outcasts had? Or was it a peculiarity of the woman sitting in front of you? She seemed like someone who was more than able to disregard rules if she wanted to. 

You found yourself liking that, despite your usual aversion for rule breaking.

Then…then Larissa (she had asked you to call her Larissa at some point, you were sure of that) Larissa had offered to share a bottle of wine “to toast together at a fruitful collaboration” and you had had half a mind to turn the offer down, but found yourself agreeing. Why the hell not? It had been ages since you drank some good wine, and your principal looked like the kind of woman who’d only choose good alcohol. 

“You have great taste,” you had commented, sipping on your first glass, and it had been at that moment that you had felt the energy in the booth starting to shift. She had dabbed her mouth on her napkin, and let her eyes roam over your figure for a handful of seconds more than it was polite to do before replying, “Oh of course. I very rarely lose my time when it’s not worth it.” Her lips had curved up in a smirk and you had had to take another sip of that wine to give time to your suddenly galloping heart to slow down a bit. Surely she was still talking about the wine, wasn’t she?

But then the conversation had moved on and you thought you had imagined the flirty undertone. Surely she wouldn’t be the type to do something like that, would she? Even if you hadn’t actively sought out gossip, surely you would have heard if Nevermore’s principal was a serial seducer, right? 

Larissa had been an extremely pleasant conversationalist, and often you found yourself invested in the latest anecdote from one of her travels, or her opinion on one subject or another. You laughed at her recounting of the antics of her students, and were amazed at the lavish traditions of Nevermore that she insisted on educating you on. 

You could have listened to her talk all night long, looking at how her face danced with emotions, how the passion she had for her job and her loyalty to her school shone in her voice as well as her eyes. And the way she ran her tongue against her teeth every now and then had you completely mesmerized. You were hanging on her lips and had given up feeling self conscious about it. You wanted to know more about this mysterious lady. You wanted to know all that she’d be willing to tell you.

And you were acutely aware that you still hadn’t discovered what exactly had happened that had left her for several months on sick leave. The students talked of an attack of undead  to the school but you were sure those were exaggerations, and that there was a less…fanciful explanation. Teenagers are known for making a big deal out of small mundanities. Even taking that into account, it seemed like mysteries surrounded this woman, wrapping around her like the subtle yet lingering scent of her perfume. 

“You smell amazing.” You had blurted out, and almost clapped a hand over your own mouth, horrified at your sudden boldness. That was not something to say to your boss who apparently still had the power to fire you if she somehow found you lacking! 

But she hadn’t bristled, nor had she seemed in any way angry or offended. She had simply chuckled lightly, and busied herself with swirling wine inside her glass with slow, hypnotic movements.

“Thank you, dear. It’s Ambre Nuit, by Dior, obviously.”

“...Obviously.” You had parroted back, even though you knew nothing about perfumes and even less about Dior. Your eyes were glued to her hand, still cradling the bowl of the wine glass. You had not noticed until now just how long and tapered and beautiful her fingers were. How effortlessly they curled on the glass shoulder to loosely swirl its contents. A part of you wondered how those hands would feel on your body.

“You know? You could smell it even better if you came to sit beside me…there’s plenty of space on this bench…” her voice had trailed off, and it might have been the wine coursing in your system, but this time you felt like you could almost taste the promises in her voice. 

And that’s how you had found yourself squeezed besides her on the bench, your thigh pressed against hers, the fabric of her dress and of your trousers the only thing separating your skin from making contact with hers. You were acutely aware of how dimmed the lights had been in the private booth, and how the waiters had stopped coming around after they had delivered your desserts. 

A perfect setup, suggested the romantic part of your brain, a part that was often overlooked and laid dormant in the day to day routine.

A perfect trap, countered the more cynical part, who couldn't help but wonder how many times had the beautiful woman beside you put on this show for her latest prey. 

It just all seemed so effortless for her. She mixed her flirting (it had to be flirting by now, right?) with more easygoing topics, she kept topping your glass off with that lovely wine, as well as drinking just as much herself. One part red flag, one part irresistible temptation.  

And it was at that point that she had leaned over, and you had felt her breath hot on your ear, and you were sure you had drank way too much wine because just that little puff of air made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your head spin. 

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.”

“I must be dreaming” you said before your common sense could stop you, the tingling of your giggle still in your throat.

But not even in your wildest dreams could you have imagined how her hand felt as it fell on your thigh, light as a feather, but making your skin burn white hot even through the fabric.. 

“Well I suppose I’ll have to pinch you then.”

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Without wanting to meddle in your life or act like the owner of the truth, the term Latine (singular) and Latines (plural) is better than Latinx. Speaking from personal experience, only gringos speak Latinx (and don't listen when you say Latine is better/preferable). In Spanish (and Portuguese) Latine sounds better, makes more sense within the linguistic context and grammatical rules (Latino, Latina, Latine) and is pronounceable. Of course, you may see Latine people who choose to use Latinx, so it's always good to ask, but I thought it was worth pointing out the difference between the two. 

Oh thank you for this, anon!

I didn't know that, and with my Latines friends I don't speak any English, so the terms we use are a bit skewed by language, as I had seen Latinx used in English posts, I thought it was a sort of standard

I'll go correct the post, thanks again for educating me on the subject, I love learning more about inclusivity

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For those of you who don't know it already, I have been unofficially adopted into the queer Latine community of my area after a series of curious events, among which:

- at a voguing workshop I befriended a 60+yo lady whose main work is clowning

- said lady had a Colombian drag queen friend who was looking to expand their dancing group for performances

- a theatre lady was looking for Latines performers for the local carnival parades and more

- Even though I was the newest member somehow I was the only one who could remember the choreographies from one rehearsal to the other

- we flunked the first show pretty badly, but luckily every single person in the audience was either completely drunk or too tired to notice it (we performed at 3am on a carnival party iykyk)

- we performed more times together doing way better and have several dates to look forward to in the future.

But all of that is a lot of words to say that today I was feeling a bit sad and all over the place and the girlfriend of my drag queen's nonbinary sibling brought me Colombian tamales.

That's it.

You'll never know what events in your life will bring you good friends and delicious food.

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gray heron playing in the snow (18.04.2024)

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Glass when wet: You cannot grab me, you will not hold me. I am beyond your grasp. The water is my guardian, my shield. With it I will forever be free.

#this is surprisingly accurate

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Sugar Mommy Boss...dinner date?

Soooo I kinda sorta am going out for dinner with my (not) sugar mommy boss tomorrow.

Whoops?

(if you've missed all of the saga, you can find it all here)

We're now working next door to each other (see more about it in this post here) and since we both finish late on Thursdays...well...she mentioned wanting to try out a new restaurant and I might've impulsively suggested that we go there to try it out together. I have nothing to say in my defense other than the fact it's spring, and I already feel the Pride vibes in the air (and you know what pride season makes me do).

Anyway, the last thing I want to add is that the temptation to dress like a complete fuckboi is currently very very strong.

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This is my headcanon for Larissa before she became principal... Just Professor Weems doing her thing

Would anyone like to have such a professor?

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