EroticReverie

Killian Kent

Glasses clink and the crowd of people inside of the tent all turn their attention to the clatter, the crashing noise of several glasses tumbling. The ridiculous tower of champagne glasses coming down , bubbly liquid spilling and soaking the table as everyone gasps. My eyebrows lift as I watch the poor girl wearing a white short sleeved shirt and black shorts and a black apron with her blonde hair pulled up into a tight bun, pushing her hands our with a squeak to catch her fall.

I wince at the second hand embarrassment I feel for the stranger as she scrambles to keep more glasses from falling and clattering, as if saving a single glass will matter.

"son of a biscuit!" she mutters under her breath making me smirk and as she leans over, her fingers reaching for the tumbling glasses she loses her balance and fall face first over the table, the small table wobbling and then with a thunk, gives way and sends the poor thing to the ground ontop of it. 

Immediately I hand my glass to my date and rush over to assist as everyone just stares in shock. 

"Here let me help you up, becareful you dont want to cut yourself on the-" my words trail off as a pair of bright blue eyes, on the verge of tears look up at me. Blue eyes that I remember all too well. 

"Killian?" she blinks, as I still manage to help her up, scooping her up under her arms , hauling her to her feet. 

Layla Love. Layla..fucking...Love. 

"Layla" I smile. I'd only seen the back of her from where I had been standing, not even aware of who she was till now. 

Laylah Love was a student of mine, well a student of the teacher I was a substitute for the last half of her senior year. 

She blinks up at me and I just smile down at her. 

"Are you alright?" I ask her, as I look her over, taking her arms gently one at time, checking her for any damage, and I frown when I see a cut on her elbow. It's small, just a scratch, but it offends me more than anything has in a long time. 

"I'm fine." she says, tugging on her arm slightly, her cheeks heating with embarrasment as other staff rush over to tend to the mess, a few of them checking on her while the rest of the crowd just stares and Laylah ducks her head with undeserved shame.

"You're bleeding." I tell her, pointing to her arm. 

"It's just a scratch, god, this so embarrassing" she says to herself as she stands there, the front of her soaked with cheap champagne. 

"Let's get you cleaned up and take a look at that arm." I say and she looks up at me and shakes her head. 

"no, you don't have to do that, you're here for the party and-"

"Layla...let me help." I say and she presses her lips together, and gives me a small nod. 

"Okay." she says softly, blinking away those unshed tears. 

Laylah Love was the most adorable little human I'd ever witnessed. I'd spent five months looking forward to seeing her every other day in my class. She was chaos and frenzy, a clumsy little thing and I can't help but smile to myself as I walk with her from the tent to the area where other servers are loading up trays of food and drinks to bring to tables. 

"I cant believe that just happened, god how embarrassing" she mutters to her self. 

"That tower had it coming." I say and she lifts her head as we walk, turning it to look at me and she gives me a small smile of appreciation for trying to make light of the situation.

"I'm going to get fired." she sighs and lifts a hand and wipes a stray hair from her face and to the side.

"No you're not, it was an accident." I say. 

She lets a little short huff. "Yeah, but it's not my first." she shakes her head to herself, probably internally reprimanding herself. But I can't help but smile, imagining her what other havoc she's stirred at events much like this one. All the times she dropped her books, or stumbled over her own two feet through the classroom door coming back to me. 

"Here, take a seat." I say, gesturing to a crate as I bend over flipping it upside down.

"I'm fine Killian, really, you don't have to do anything, you already pulled me from the destruction, god I probably ruined that poor girls engagement party" she says, taking the seat on the crate.

"You didn't ruin anything Layla." I say, kneeling down and my brows furrowing when I find a few scrapes on her knees, along with a bruise on the side of her thigh. I reach out, cupping her thigh from underneath and stroking my thumb over the plum sized bruise. 

"you bruise quickly" I say and she shakes her head. 

"nope, that's from two days ago...my friends coffee table jumped out at me" she says and I let the corners of my mouth turn up and then look up at her. She just shrugs, and I shake my head. 

"You're like a baby giraffe" I tease. 

She huffs a laugh. "What?" 

I let the corner of my mouth work up as I look back down, finding my finger still stroking the bruise. Her legs are soft, really soft, and I cant bring my damn thumb from lightly grazing that bruise.

"Nothing...just that...when you'd stumble into class some days in a hurry...you'd remind me of a baby giraffe learning how to walk." I say. 

She laughs just barely. "That's not nice." 

I smile at that. "It's a good thing." I say looking up at her from where I'm squatting in front of her. 

"How is ME reminding you of a baby girrafe when I walk, a good thing Killian?" She lifts her brow.

"Because baby giraffes are adorable." I say and she blinks and blushes, her cheeks turning pink as she looks down. 

"Oh." is all she says and then her eyes go to my hand still cupping the back of her thigh and stroking her bruise. 

"LAYLA?" A male voice rings out from nearby and I look up to a man not much older than me, a bit overweight, his face red. 

"AGAIN?" he asks gruffly as he storms over and Layla shifts her legs, leaving my hand empty.

"I'm sorry Henry, I..I dont know what happened I didn't mean to-"

"Really Laylah, what the hell is wrong with you?!" he says angrily, running a hand through his hair , and immediately the way he's talking to her pisses me off and I stand and the man looks at me, looks at my suit. 

"I'm so sorry for the disruption sir, I promise I'll deduct a fair portion of the bill, and I'll -"

"Apologize." I say through gritted teeth looking down at him. He blinks dumbly, mouth opening and closing. 

"Yes sir" He nods. "I'm sorry, like I said, I'm sorry for the disruption and-"

"Not to me." I seethe, jaw clenching.  "To her." I glare at him as my head tilts toward Layla.

"Oh.." Layla says. "no, Killian, it's fine I..I told you, it's not the first time I accdientally-"

I hold a hand up to her. And then say to the man again.

"Apologize to her, right now." I say , nostrils flaring. 

"What?" he says shaking her head. "she knocked over an entire table of-"

"Yes. She did. And no acccident she makes gives you the right to talk to her like that. So, apologize to her." I ground out the words to him and he just blinks like a fucking idiot.

"Uh...sorry Layla." he says , his brows pinching slightly. He looks at me and my jaw is still tense as I glare at him. 

"Now...ask her if she's alright...which is what you should have done in the first place" I growl at him. 

"Are...are you alright?" he looks to her. 

"Yes , I'm fine, Killian, it's fine, really, you can go back to-"

"She's not fine. She's got two scrapes on her legs from the glasses and one on her elbow, so your going to grab a first aid kit and bring it back here." I ignore Layla as the man nods several times. 

"Y-yes Sir, of course" he says, turning and taking off like a bullet. 

I seethe as watch him, and turn back to Layla when he's out of sight and then squeat back down. 

"You didnt have to do that" she says quietly.

"You don't let anyone ever talk to you that way." I say , bringing my hand to her calve as I look at the cuts on her leg, inspecting them. 

"He's mad, he should be, I just cost him-"

I grab her calve a bit more firmly and look up at her. 

"I don't care what you did Layla, it's no reason for him to raise his voice at you. He can be mad all he wants, but that's no way to talk to someone, especially you." I say, my jaw clenching, my throat working. God, I was fucking livid, livid at him for talking to her that way, and a bit livid with her for thinking she deserved it. 

"He's still going to fire me." she says with a swallow. 

"Then he's a fucking bastard and you shouldnt be working for him anyways." I huff and she shifts slightly, her calve sliding in my hand. 

"You should get back to the party Killian." she says and I shake my head. 

"I'm just fine right here." I say gruffly , needing to make sure she's okay, and that she cleans the scrapes, no matter how little they may be. 

"You really don't have to-"

"I said I'm fine right here Layla." I repeat myself and lift my eyes to hers, watching her throat work as she swallows. 

"Okay." she says and I feel my chest tighten. I nod when she accepts that I'm not leaving her here with these scrapes and soaked in champagne.