So Young. So Good_x, Ms. Young & Beautiful Kenzie

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Zippity Do Da, Zippity Da, My Oh My What A Wonderful Day Plenty of sunshine heading my way, a light drizzle fell to the earth in small quantities. Tempting to be snow, but sweeping cool sensation of dry heat kept the flakes at bay. The usual dreary high school seemed less cruel under the rolling tears. Perhaps one could even sympathize with the rogue installation. One of the only lasting affairs of Socialism. Public Education. In some countries, the process had come trivial and in the ending result removed from society. Reverting almost to a prehistoric nature of things being taught by word of mouth. And perhaps there was even fewer that looked upon this building as a overwhelming sanctuary of glorified rich and delicious Angels. So tortuously held captive from 8 in the morning till 3 in the afternoon. All chained to the buzzing of an alarm that switched classes. Cemented to their seats for hours at a time. Walking in packs through the hallway in oh so seducing clothing. The image made a man shiver in delight. His students grazing against him as he accidentally bumped into a group. Soft bodies slithering past him. The sensation greeted with a sigh. "You might want to keep track of where those feet go, Ms. James." he grinned, as a student blushed aimlessly and stuttered some sort of incoherent apology and quickly disappeared. Marigaux James. Such a shy and petite girl. Mhm. Al chuckled, turning down the hallway and exited the building. It was a little past three, crowds of students rushing out of the front doors to wherever they pleased. Al dropped his portfolio on the stairway, a girl running directly into his backside. "Ew gross! I totally just touched his...gah!" one girl nearly screamed to her friends, quickly dashing away with them. "I imagine my backside feels good." Al retorted, grumbling under his breath as he retrieved his things, but stayed knelt to the ground as a skirt flitted past his face. Hold it...hold it...hold it. A winter breeze swept by and BINGO! Pantie shot. Al grinned satisfied now and rising to his feet. Looking around the crowd of students still rushing out. Hmm wasn't he suppose to meet a student for extra math help? The thought of one on one counseling always intrigued him. He never made a move then, unless well she asked for it. Now there were students that did more for extra credit or 'help' then he preferred. But those were the easy girls, and he was such a...hard teacher. Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful day

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Like rats before a flood, the teenagers flocked out of their respective classrooms. Kenzie followed at the back of the pack, hating being lost in a crush of bodies. Wisely, the majority of the students kept clear of her. She was locked in her customary post-school rage. There was something absolutely infuriating about being stuffed inside a room with thirty other teenagers for eight hours. It was like caging her up, and the results were never positive. In fact the results could be near lethal. Every day, she arrived calm, but left frustrated. Maybe she was allergic to school. Any touch by her fellow students was greeted by a feral growl, making the offending student pull away. It was amazing what having a reputation could do. It didn’t take long for the halls to clear however, and for Kenzie to arrive at her locker. Unceremoniously, she threw her books down to the bottom of the locker. Slamming the locker closed, she headed down the hallway, pulling on her thick winter jacket. Not that it mattered, she didn’t really feel the cold or at least she chose not to acknowledge it. The bite of the winter air was actually welcome. Pain wasn’t an unwelcome friend to her. Her narrowed eyes flicked over towards a girl as she made some outraged cry about some teacher. Kenzie rolled her eyes, irritated by the girl’s shrill voice. Was there any sound worse then the screeching tone? She gave a dismissive grunt as she looked towards the teacher. Typical, Mr. Blackwell. The girls were always screeching about him, and not in their normal love sick fashion. They called him a creep, though Kenzie couldn’t see it. Then again, she didn’t exactly follow the social norms. Kenzie passed by him, dismissing him from her thoughts as she turned to a more desirable subject. Fire. Her delightful friend. It was the only thing that relaxed her after the long day behind the books. Her lips curled into a smirk as her zippo was pulled from her pocket. Affectionately, she traced the black widow embossed on the metal case. There was such simple beauty about fire. Heated passion hidden in the dancing trendils. Beautiful.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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He waited. Gazing up at the sky. He waited. Checking his watch. He waited. Looking back at the building. He waited. Sighing and muttering a curse. He waited. Tapping his foot. He waited. Oh god damn this waiting! he thought, flipping through one of his folders and marking a name off. If anything annoyed him, it was having to wait for a student. And he had waited till most of the building was cleared. He didn't need to wait any longer. Al's hand found his forehead, rubbing circles into his temple as he tried to think of something that could make up for this indecent amount of waiting. Another student walked by him. Mckenzie Parker. Hm. She could make up for this horrendous time of waiting. A peek into his folder and he found her having a failing grade. A satisfied smile finding his lips, as he closed his gradebook. Now girls with failing grades shouldn't just be walking out by their lonesome, ne? Perhaps they should need some help with their studies? And it didn't have to be a question, more of a reprimanding force that can be assigned to a student. For the sake of them 'passing'. "Ms. Parker," he said with a smile, falling in step with her. A single brow lifted as he saw her zippo lighter. Fiesty one, ne? He could recall the young girl responsible for a set of fires. Ah a pyro too. Oh shouldn't she just love to set these pants on fire, he said to himself laughing. Oh Al, you are just a witty bastard aren't you? N-n-o-o-o, 'ou 'eally 'rn't. Oh shush. "I would love for you to pass my class, young lady. The semester is almost out." he added to his greeting in a matter-a-fact matter. First it was to get the idea into their head. Though Mckenzie may be abit difficult to satisfy in this region. And he couldn't just ask to take her to a bar and talk it over a drink. Or dinner. Bah such rules for being a teacher. So picky. Especially teens.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Kenzie walked silently, listening to the beat of her lighter snapping closed and opened. It was a soothing sound; a prelude to her fiery release later. She shivered at the thought, eager for the calm. “Ms. Parker.” Instant irritation. Couldn’t teachers just learn to stay out of her business? It was a free world after all. She could do what she wanted without their interference. Why was he bothering her now with trivial facts such as grades? She really didn’t give a shit. Most of the teachers had finally gotten that into their skulls, so why wouldn’t he? Besides, shouldn’t he be off at happy hour with his colleagues? “I would love for you to leave me alone.” She growled in response. With any luck he would take the hint and bugger off. Her gaze flicked to him. “Shouldn’t you be off getting drunk with the rest of your merry little band of teachers?” As she spoke, she stopped and leaned her back against the wall. Her knee bent and her foot rest against the wall behind her. Kenzie flicked the zippo open with one hand, lighting the flame. She held the metal case eye level; a delighted look was in her eyes as she stared into the flames. The index finger of her other hand passed through the flame. Kenzie grinned at the sting of the flame’s loving bite.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Instant Irritation. A hard miss to ride then. "Ah, I see. Well since you're not passing my class, I can not leave you alone. We can't always have what we want, ne? Just a hard lesson to learn." Now the growl of words didn't phase him. If anything it intrigued him. What man wouldn't want his name screamed out in an animalistic sound? Have her howl? Hm, indeed an animal. An evident roll of his eyes was given toward her second response. "Now how do you get the power to dictate my actions, huh? And plus, I'm more worried about my students' futures then getting drunk with 'my band of teachers'." he stated matter-a-factly again. Crossing his arm as he took a step forward Mckenzie as she leaned against the wall. "Which is why I'd love to help you pass. So you can keep playing with fire and not have to worry about Mr. Blackwell being up your ass?" he smirked, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward slightly. Passing his entire hand over the flame. Somehow proving to her that he wasn't budging. Though he did have to giggle at his own comment, atleast within the confines of his mind. Hehe, up her ass. 'ou r gross. Oh posh. 'ou r reeeeeeeeeally g-g-r-oss And you don't like it? I l-l-l-ike Aaralyn! Oh Right. Well she's not here right now, we have this pretty girl. "So you see, Ms. Parker. It would make my life and your life just abit more satisfying if you'd let me help you with your studies." he added, not pulling away from her or the flame. Though not at all intrigued as she was by the dancing serpent of heat. He was much more further infatuated with the spitting flame of a girl in front of him. How old was she anyway? Bah, it didn't matter. Never did. teens.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Her skin turned red under the caresses of the fire, the pain bringing a new tension to her body. Reluctantly she drew her finger from the flame before any real damage was done. Kenzie pressed her fingers to her lips. Casually, her lips parted, letting the burn be soothed by her tongue. During the course of these actions, she listened to his words. Her chin tucked down towards her chest, while her eyes lifted up to his face. A smirk was given in response to his words. She nipped her teeth into the burn, giving herself another thrill. Placing a gentle kiss over the abused skin, she let her hand drop to her side. “I’m a hopeless study you know. No teacher has ever gotten me to focus.” She watched in fascination as his hands passed over the flame, oblivious to the way he leaned towards her. Did he share the compassion of fire? The same lust of the hellish seduction? Kenzie reached out, grasping his wrist. She pulled his hand down, letting the tip of the flame lick at the palm of his hand. Her eyes never left his expression, seeking some kind of reaction from him. Every move was made on impulse, completely lost in her need to fulfill her sudden urges. All barriers of the student to teacher relationship slipped away. In the moment she was lost in another relationship. The relationship of fire. And he was speaking her language.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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S&M, my little one? He asked in his thoughts. Jaw clenched as he tried not to let his mouth hang open by her seducing act. Was she teasing him? That innocent face tucked downward but eyes gazing at him? Smooth tongue greeting him as it traced her finger. Al tried to contain himself from shivering, among other things. The simple temptation to just lean forward, placing his arm on the wall behind her would complete his fantasy. But he wasn't a highschool student. He had to bid his time. He sighed, longing for that kiss that she gave her finger. "Well Ms. Parker. Put your hope in me. I'll try to make studying fun, fire included." he grinned, so Mckenzie wasn't into candy? New purses or shoes. Or the latest trends of clothing. Just a flame. A lighter. An inexpensive gift he could give her in trade for her love. A plot beginning to form. Y'r really disgusting. Would you stop saying that?! N-n-no, 'cause y'r disgusting. She's beautiful! ...so is Aaralyn. Of course she's beautiful, hello she's not here! He was painfully pulled from his thoughts as Mckenzie pulled at his wrist, his palm over the fire. A single brow lifted. Curiosity was granted. Al didn't have the highest of pain tolerances, but if pain was what she was into. Why not try it? But god fucking damn this was hurting. Al tilted his head to see underneath his hand. Reddening under the heat. Pain. Yet coming from her it was delicious. Fiesty little girls were always more interesting then boring cheerleaders and etc. These loners had exquisite personalities that usually weren't accepted as norms. But Alastair could always provide some comfort. And it seemed the key to this girl's heart was within the pits of a fiery hearth. "Now I don't suppose you'll kiss the pain away." though it was an obvious joke, there was a hint of sincerity. Just the tinest of dashes. Because other then that, there was still that innocent smile. Wanting nothing.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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She let the flame lick at his skin until his flesh was red, then she snapped the lighter closed. The fire died under the metal lid, leaving her to analyze his burned flesh. There was something satisfying about the inflammation. A cynical laugh stole from her. Something told her that he didn’t have the same enjoyment of pain as she did. Pity. “Most teachers wouldn’t let me do that.” She smirked at him, releasing his wrist and pushing it away. Her own burned finger still smarted under the winter air. Fire was so wonderful. His words were greeted by a widening of her smirk. “And you can kiss it better yourself.” Black hair was pulled from behind her ear by the breeze and cast over her face. A flick of her head sent the hairs back to their rightful place. She studied that smile on his lips, the innocence escaping her. Kenzie tucked her lighter back into her pocket, nestling the metal between the fabrics of her jeans.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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Al smirked in response to her laugh, running his hand over the burn. Tempted to mimic her previous actions, but thought it too unmasculine to do so. And it was true he wasn't a sadist, merely a puppet that pulled upon the strings of a woman. With his gentle prodding of course. So the flame was merely a test? And he may have only passed it slightly. "Well I don't know if I 'let' you do that, you didn't ask or anything." he frowned playfully. Taking his hand back and immediently wincing at the stinging feeling of the winter air running across it. The widening of her smirk though made it feel all the more better. "Nah, an old man like me can't do such things." he teased, resting his chin on his thumb. A few drums of his fingers against his cheek pulled him back in thought. "So shall I take this as a yes to helping you with your Math, Ms.Parker?" he asked, not looking at her now but at a pair of teens jumping over a fence. 'ou'r smooth. I tend to think so. Sarc-c-c-asm! You know, I can't take you seriously with your stuttering. .... Thought so. Now shut up. "We can start now. Complete this sentence. y equals mx plus what?" his gaze flicked back toward Kenzie. Eyeing her now, and hoping that her thought process would ignore how his eyes slid to and fro across her body. Inspecting things as a man usually would. A cup? Naaah, she has to be a B. No more then a C. 7 jeans? "You'll get an A in no time."

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Kenzie followed his gaze as he watched the teens jump the fence. She smiled a bit, wondering what exactly was happening. Jumping fences was normally a waste of energy, unless you were in a hurry. Maybe they were being pursued, and if so…by who? Not that it really mattered. She wasn’t about to go running off after him, and Mr. Blackwell didn’t seem very inclined either. So she dismissed all intrigue about them, focusing back on her current situation. She watched Blackwell’s eyes roam her, unfazed by his examination. In fact she didn’t even register the subtle way he analyzed her. Snake & Mouse. His question was greeted by a blank stare. A math problem; what did she look like to him? A fucking calculator? “No clue. And I really don’t care about an A.” Kenzie narrowed her eyes at him, becoming aware of his appraisal. She couldn’t understand why he was looking at her like that. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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"Yes, it seems we've hit that point again." he sighed, wiping his face with his hand. "Let's try something else. 6 divided by 2?" he asked, peeking through his fingers to look at her now. Ignoring the question that was given to him about him staring. He already had taken his notes. He had compromised her being a B and a 1/2, if there were such things in Bra sizes. The crowd of students and faculty were dimming. One or two people were left in the rag-tag building now. The parking lot nearly empty. They would soon be alone. Al, just had to wait it out. Just hold on...hold on. Great things came to those that waited. And he expected alot from this young lady here. Especially at the lengths he was putting up with. She 'on't 'ike juuu 'Liking' has nothing to do with this process. I think it dooooooooes. And you're an idiot. N-n-ooo See you stuttered, so you are. 'Uck juu! You can't even say it right. Phhhhhuck juu! Oh just fuck off. "We can study in my room, and we can have some fun with fire afterward. Buy you a new zippo?" he said after awhile, not wanting to give her room to ask for a place for them to study. She would just reject it. As she probably would with this proposal anyway. But Al wasn't used to giving up, and he wasn't going to start now. And perhaps a bribe would do it? A little fire. He could surely heat things up.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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Just brilliant. Fucking brilliant. She had spent all day slaving behind the books and now this ass was going to stand here and quiz her with math questions. The nerve of some teachers. Kenzie let out a grumble that was better described as a growl. Lost within the sound was a solitary number. “Three…” He was rewarded by a pissed off glare, which was promptly followed by a muttered curse. Her hands curled into fists and she considered reaching for blade. Teach the jerk to insult her. “Jackass, I’m not that dumb.” Kenzie crossed her arms over her chest, which he had so accurately predicted. Her eyes fixated on his, dark with all her fury. If he had squirmed at the pain if the fire, he would hate the thoughts coursing through her mind. The way the flesh would part under the steel of her knife, with such simple ease. She had never done it to another person’s flesh, only her own. It was so fascinating how blood seeped from between layers of skin. And of course what lay under the skin, which was just as interesting to her. She had seen the medical shows, so she knew. But real life was far more interesting. She could just imagine what lay under his flesh. The thought sent chills through her. If only she could see. A frightening smirk curved onto her lips at the delightful thought. The things she could do with her knife. Normally her bloody fantasies were shrouded in the darkness of night, but he had woken up her murderous temper. Deviant thoughts tore at her consciousness, blinding her to everything but her fantasies. Then he spoke her favorite word. A zippo. He was promising her a zippo. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. If he could fulfill her need for release by a flame, which was promising. “Alright, but only if I get to choose the zippo and you buy it today.” Her arms uncurled from her chest, her palms resting at her sides against the wall. She leaned towards Mr. Blackwell, looking into his eyes. Her eyes were aflame, delighted by the promise of fire. She bit her lip at the thought of fire. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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"And you have to study with me today." he said with a satisfied tone. "Fair exchange?" he asked, lifting a brow as she leaned forward. Strike 2. Did she really want it? 'course n-n-ot. No one asked you... Al would smile, placing his hand on top of Kenzie's head and ruffling her hair. "Be good alright? This should only take thirty minutes." he said with a smile. "Then I'll bring you to wherever they sell zippos." he added offhandingly, walking toward the building and hoping she'd follow. Entering his classroom it was spotless. The desk reflecting with a dark sheen. Cleared except for a few late papers that littered one side of the redwood furnishing. Al would point to a chair on the opposite side of his desk. Relaxing himself on his own chair. Stiff from the cold leather. "Y'know Ms. Parker, you were doing quite well at the beginning of the semester," he started absentmindedly, retrieving her file from under his desk. "Then it came test time," he added pulling out a D letter test. "Before I assume, is there anything you need help with?" his voice became low, sincere almost. A hand extended, his fingers gently brushing over hers. She was so soft...so soft.

[mckenzie kylie parker]

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She thought about all the new Zippos she had seen at the store. For a while, she had her eye on a few of them. It’d be good to finally be able to add to her collection…and on a teacher’s tab at that. “Fair trade.” Kenzie responded, tolerating the way he ruffled her hair. She’d put up with him…for now. Silently she followed him to his classroom, her footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. The empty hallways had a far more depressing feel then even the normally crowded school. Warily, she stepped into his classroom, dreading the spotless clean. The perfect order was too much…too perfect. How people could live that like, she didn’t know. She longed to spoil the perfect clean, to spread chaos across the perfection. Those desired were muffled however, as she settled herself into a chair opposite his desk. “Not sure really. Teach me whatever.” She stared blankly at his fingers as they passed over her skin. It tickled faintly, not entirely an unpleasant sensation. But she had always hated contact, hated the emotions that were expected to be shown. It confused her. Her brow furrowed slightly as she pulled his hand from his reach. She rest them instead on her knee, all the while still watching his hand for any other movement.

[alastair lennox blackwell]

He's Used To This Love

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He smiled, turning his hand upward and gave a crisp snap. "Mmkay, well we can start with graphing. y=mx+b. Simple equation, so we'll memorize it alright?" he started, getting up and writing the equation on the board. "mx is the slope..." he began to drone easily about his favorite subject. Yet his thoughts were elsewhere, as he continued to nonchalantly explain this basic function he was measuring her again. The brunnette parading his classroom bare, or with a nicely selected pair of lingerie. Y-y-ou really are disgusting. I'm teaching. Like hell you-u-u are Just shut up...please. You're ruining it. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Al caught himself smiling and he decided to pause. Taking a seat at the corner of his desk. Resting his hands in his lap. Though his leg ever so gently and almost unnoticeablly grazed hers. Even her leg was soft. It took all his determination to keep from pursuing that fantasy. She was just so close. So close. "Well have I bored you yet, lovely?" he asked, the affectionate title slipping out unconsciously. Though if there wasn't a censor he would have called her something else.