Bella and Jacob do a little role-playing. Making for a very grown-up Halloween.
Hot for Teacher Halloween / Rated T / 500 Words (Exactly!)
The first thing he noticed was the ruler. It was hard to miss as she tapped the thick, wooden stick against her hand.
He tried to wipe the grin off his face and instead look remorseful.
But it was hard.
Especially considering the thought she'd put into her costume. She had really gotten into it. Her hair was swept back into a severe bun, although pieces had slipped loose, creating sexy tendrils around her face.
And while she wore a simple white blouse, it was unbuttoned dangerously low, allowing some major cleavage as eye candy. He noticed she'd managed to hike the black skirt up around her thighs as well. And where had she found those glasses?
"Am I in trouble, Mrs. Black?"
She rapped the ruler a little harder, cocking her eyebrow ominously.
"You didn't show up for your detention."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Black. I'm on the football team and the coach needed me at practice."
She stared at him coolly, ignoring his excuse.
"See," he added, pointing to the football jersey he was wearing.
"Well," she told him. "You're going to need to take that off. Right away."
He hung his head to hide his smirk. When did she get so good at this?
"Move aside and let me in," she huffed haughtily. "And I'll help you," she added huskily.
She pulled his jersey from his pants, where it was tucked in.
His butt looked so luscious in the tight uniform; she couldn't resist reaching out and giving it a little squeeze. She giggled when he jumped.
"You're not really gonna use that ruler, are you, Bells? I mean, that's just a prop, right?" He whispered seriously, temporarily coming out of character.
"Not if you're a good boy."
There was a knock at the door, and Jacob leaned in before opening it. "Well, I'm good, anyway," he smirked.
"Trick or treat!"
Luckily, Jake had remembered to put out a bowl of candy for the kids. They handed it out quickly before closing the door.
"Now come along," Bella nudged him toward the bedroom.
"Mrs. Black, I don't think you're being fair. You're always riding me about my bad language in class," he pretend whined.
"Jacob Black, you swear like a sailor with tourettes."
She halted, giving him her best disciplinary expression. "And did you say I 'ride' you? I 'ride' you? Oh, young man, you have no idea what it means to be ridden."
He yelped in surprise when she smacked him on the ass with the ruler.
"I am determined to rid you of your foul language affliction. So I will "ride" you till you're cured, young man!"
She slipped her arms around his waist and whispered in his ear. "Even if that means I have to ride you ALL night long."
"Fuuuuuuck," he groaned quietly.
Jacob reached out and grabbed a couple of Reese's peanut butter cups, from the trick-or-treat candy stash, for later.
"I love Halloween," he smiled, following Bella toward the bedroom.