A Teacher's Crime

Chapter Four: A Little Intimate?

Damien had a semi-long day. It was long because his right shoulder had been killing him. It was so bad that he felt like taking a gun to himself to end it. That's how bad it was. He and Annabelle were just chilling out in the living room. She seemed to pay attention to how he'd cringe and rub his shoulder quite frequently. Finally she spoke up about it. "You okay?" She wondered aloud. Damien stopped rubbing his shoulder and he nodded.

"I'm fine." He told her.

"Liar..." She taunted, smirking in his direction. He glanced at her breifly. "Your shoulder's obviously hurting you. What happened?" He sighed.

"Sports injury..." Then he abruptly shook his head. Annabelle wondered what was up with him. "Wait, I don't have to lie to you..." She tilted her head in question.

"What are you talking about Damien?" He took a deep breath and he began to explain himself.

"I can't even remember what I did wrong, or if I even did something wrong but anyway, my dad took a bat and he broke my collar bone. I have problems with my right shoulder. Sometimes it acts up and sometimes it leaves me in peace. Today it's been absolutely wretched." She took a moment to think, then she abruptly got up. She came right back with a tube of muscle pain reliever.

"Here... it helps with muscle and joint pain." He smiled, it was a very sweet gesture. Damien tried reaching up to his shoulder but he got shooting pains instead.

"Yeah that's not gonna fly..." She quickly looked over at him.

"What?"

"I can't put that stuff on myself. Therefore I can't use it." Annabelle shook her head.

"Don't be silly, sit down." He looked at her strangely.

"I am."

"On the floor, in front of me." Damien wasn't completely grasping the point.

"Why?" She let out a little giggle.

"I can put it on your shoulder for you." At first Damien didn't think that it was a good idea but his shoulder was paining him so badly he'd do anything for relief.

"You're up to that?" She nodded.

"Sure, why not?" He sighed and got up from the sofa and he sat down in front of her.

"I'm sorry but my shirt won't stretch that far..." He took off his t-shirt and Annabelle covered her mouth when she saw his very fit chest and stomach. He was very, well, nice in her opinion. He had those wash board abs that some girls wish their boyfriends had.

"No problem." She replied in a higher tone of her voice. That caused Damien to turn and look back at her.

"You alright?" She nodded quickly, still trying to come back from muscle heaven.

"Yeah... I'm good." She replied, squirting a little too much of the cream on her hand. Annabelle took a deep breath and she tried to calm herself down. She dabbed her fingers in the little pile of cream in her left hand. She gently applied it to his bare right shoulder.

"Ah... it's a bit cold." He told her as he shuddered lightly.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"It's okay, not your fault." Once she placed most of the cream on his shoulder she began to rub it in. She hated to see him flinch in pain but the cream wouldn't work to its fullest if it wasn't rubbed in. Annabelle began to rub in the cream, massaging his shoulder. About two minutes had went by and she noticed that he hadn't gotten up yet. "Damien, you okay?" He nodded and he put his shirt back on quickly, trying to prevent too much pain.

"Yeah, I was nodding off to sleep actually. Have you ever considered becoming a massage thearipist?" She pursed her lips in thought.

"No, I haven't. Should I?" He nodded.

"You definitely should, that was nice. Thanks for y'know, putting that stuff on." She smiled and watched him get up from the floor.

"Yeah, no problem. Anytime." She replied, biting her lip in thought. He was pretty damn fine... there wasn't that much of an age difference... not bad at all. She noticed that he was beginning to fall asleep. "Damien?" She called gently. Annabelle watched him groggily stir.

"Yeah?" He looked over at her, it was obvious that he was struggling to stay awake.

"You're falling asleep." He sat upright on the couch.

"Sorry." He replied, rubbing his eyes.

"It's okay, not your fault." She replied with a grin. "What about dinner?" She inquired, reminding him that she was kind of hungry.

"Right, what do you want?" She shook her head and shrugged.

"What do you want?" She asked back.

"That's why I was asking you." He answered with a chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know. Macaroni and cheese?" Annabelle inquired, Damien nodded.

"Sure. You wanna make it or do you want me to?" She waved it off.

"Nah, I can do it." She got up and entered the spacious kitchen. She found exactly what she'd need and she got right down to it. Filling up the pot with water and she placed the pot on the stove, turning on that burner. Now, Annabelle had to wait. She clicked her tongue a few times, then she saw the radio and recieved an idea.

"All night show with just you and the crowd, doin' tricks you've never seen. And I bet that I can make you believe, in love and sex and magic. So let me drive my body around ya, I bet you know what I mean. 'Cause you know that I can make you believe, in love and sex and magic."

"No, no, no. If you're gonna dance and sing in this kitchen, you need a microphone." Damien pulled out a spatula and Annabelle blushed. She didn't bother taking it. He just laughed and showed her something she didn't expect. "Everything ain’t what it seems, I wave my hands and I got you. And you feel so fly assisting me, but now it’s my turn to watch you. I ain’t goin stop you if you wanna grab my neck, talk sexy to me like that. Just do what I taught you, girl. When I give you my heat and I need you to push it right back." Annabelle laughed as he sang into the spatula.

"Y'know... you have a great singing voice." Damien blushed and he just shoved the spatula back in the drawer.

"Aha, no. You tell anyone about that, and I can't guarentee your survival." She blushed, was it possible that she was beginning to have a crush on her English teacher and legal guardian?

"Yeah, to sing Justin Timberlake right on? Nice job." She teased, shoving him lightly.

"Well, whatever. Thanks." She was blushing and he smiled. "Hey, is there something you'd rather be called than Annabelle?" She shrugged.

"I've never had anybody ask that." Annabelle told him truthfully.

"How about Belle?" She grinned widely.

"I like that." He returned the smile, then he continued to make the macaroni and cheese himself. They both ate dinner in basically silence. It wasn't awkward, it was peaceful. They said their goodnights and made their separate ways to bed.

Well, they're getting more comfortable with each other. I kinda laughed at the part where she saw Damien's chest lol. Aha, I also think the whole singing and dancing was a cute touch for Damien to let her know that it's okay to fool around and that he's accepting her for who she is. Tell me what you think though! ^^

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