What A Tragic Affair (Frank Teacher)

"Want to give me a bedroom tour then?"
I bit my lip and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My smirk slowly dissolved as he didn't answer, he just, stared.
"Umm Missy.." Franks raspy voice coughed out.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I hopped off his lap and went to the end of the sofa as I pulled my clothes down to cover my thighs. Was I rejected? All my confidence just went. It was gone. My face got hot, like really hot. "I'm really...sor...sorry," I managed to stutter out trying to keep the lump in my throat there without giving out a cry.
"What, no," he let out a sigh and moved over to me "I don't want to rush things."
What? He's a guy. "What? But I thought you wouldn't like me if I didn't...ya 'know," I mumbled under my breath with a shiver down my spine.
"Listen. I like you for you. Believe me, I am trying my hardest not to rip your clothes off. I've never met someone like you, I've never liked someone like I like you. I don't want to take advantage of you,"
My chin faced down as a slight tear was on the edge of my bottom lashes. His had made it's way round my waist and pulled me closer into a cuddle.
"Missy. Sex is amazing but I want you to know that's not why I'm with you. Sex ruins things sometimes and I like us. I like our...deal."
A slight smirk grew on my lips. His head dropped down until he made contact with my eyes. Slowly three of his fingers pulled the tip of my chin up so we were level. Our lips slowly brushed against each others and we shared a slow, passionate kiss. Our lips didn't gain speed, they just continued to massage each others lips.
Mr Iero slowly pulled his lips away from mine.
Who knew he was such a softy. I mean he was always so demanding and sexy. Now he was Sweet and gentle.
Franks hand gently stroked my thigh, he gave my thigh a gentle, playful slap before standing up and walking into the kitchen.
"What pizza do you want?"
"We could share a large,"
"Sure, you want a New Yorker?
"Love one thank you" I answered.
Slowly as Sir was talking down the phone to the pizza guy my mind slowly directed its thoughts to what me and Sir would talk about. Would it be awkward?
Sir put the phone down and a grin formed on his face as he looked at my now weak kneed body.
"Missy, you're are really beautiful,"

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