EroticReverie

Laylah Love

Killian Kent. Every girls teacher crush my senior year, just played knight and shining armor to me. Killian Kent. I still couldnt believe it, and I keep letting out dreamy little sighs the rest of my shift as I think about how he'd scolded Henry for yelling at me. It'd surprised me at first, because I'd totally expected Henry to yell at me. In my mind, I'd had it coming. Because Henry has given me countless passes for screwing things up and showing up late to work on top of it, because I was incapable of order and structure. But now that I'd had Killian tell Henry, and me...that there was no reason for him to speak to me that way. Even if I had made those champagne glasses fall like the Berling Wall...he didn't need to yell at me for it. And Killian almost made a good point, that his first conern should have been if I was alright. I'd fucking belly flopped on a table and pile of glasses after all. 

but inevitably, at the end of my shift, fifteen minutes before nine o clock, Henry pulls me aside and pulls the plug. Fortunately, he's nice to me about it, as if Killian scolding him scared him straight with how he talks to people. So the calm speech about having to let me go,  is less scathing that I expected, and I nod in understanding. It was fair, I wasnt even upset. I knew it was only a matter of time. The always showing up late in itself was enough reason for him to let me go. I take the cash Henry gives me , so I dont have to worry about my last paycheck. Surprisingly, he doesnt cut anything out of my pay for the broken glasses or spilled champagne. 

I tuck it into my back pocket, shake his hand and thank him.

"YEah, sure Layla" Henry says shaking his head and walking away and I just stroll over to where the crate was before they'd started packing everything up and away, and I pull out my phone to check the time. It's five minutes to nine, but I look up and find Killian walking from the tent and over to me. I smile, my toes curling in my sneakers. The way his thumb idly grazed that bruise for minutes, the way he'd demanded I never let anyone yell at me ever again. I was in full fucking swoon mode over my teacher. Okay, so he wasnt my teacher anymore. He's just Killian, I tell myself. Quit reading into things. He's just being nice, he's always been nice to everyone. He is not here to whisk you away in a horse drawn carraige Layla. Get it together. He just wants to check in with you. This little after work rendevouz isn't what you want it to be. He's just being friendly. 

"Hello Laylah." he says with a smile and I hold back the whimper in my throat from the sound of his voice. Oh yeah, and Killian Kent..called me a good girl. Fucking twice. Ovaries? Who needs em? Cause i'm pretty sure they exploded back there two hours ago. 

"Hi." I say with a smile and I watch his already curved lips lift higher as his teeth show with his beaming white smile and perfectly straight teeth. His green eyes on me every step of the way towards me, his dark brown hair still slicked back, and the scruff on his face, seeming even darker now with the sun down. 

"I live pretty close to here." I say. He pauses and blinks several times. I realize immediately how that sounded. I shake my head. 

"No...I wasnt....I just...oh god...I realize that sounded like ..okay...no" I say shaking my head. 

"i just mean...im all sticky" I say and his lips curl back up with amusement.

"you're...sticky." she says and I scrunch my nose. 

"Yes." I say. Jesus Layla, use your words woman. I scold myself. 

"I...from the champagne...I was wondering if...if youd be okay with my going home to change first?" I say. 

He nods. "Of course." he says "Sorry I didnt think of that. Of course. I want you to be comfortable." 

I grab my fingers, twisting them and turning them. 

"I live in the apartments on Iris Street...the ones with the green brick" I say. 

"Alright." he says with a nod. 

"I...it'll take me a bit...I walked here today instead of driving." I say. 

"I'll drive you." he says and I shake my head. 

"I'm all sticky, I'll ruin your seats." I say. 

He looks at me, a small smile being bitten back. He's amused by me. And part of me loves it, and part of me hates it, feeling silly and stupid.

"My seats will survive. Come on, I'm parked in the small lot." he says and then turns and tilts his head in the direction as I follow him. 

"Are you sure? I don't mind walking." I say and he turns his head as he looks at me. 

"Yes, I'm very sure that I don't want you walking alone at night." he says. I chew the inside of my lip. 

"I do it all the time." I say with a shrug. 

"Well...stop that." he says brows pinching. 

I let out a small laugh. "I carry pepper spray." I pay my purse hanging at my hip. 

He grumbles and keeps walking. 

"do you have a car?" he asks. 

"Yes" I answer. 

"Then stop walking at night alone Layla." he says and I swallow down hard, and try to ignore the way the spot below my belly button heats and the muscles inside of my core clench at his protective demand. Holy shit I was going to drain my half dozen vibrators all the way dead tonight. 

"Its a good neighborhood Killian" I say. 

He stops walking and turns and I stop almost crashing into him. 

"Until it's not." he says. "Tell me that you wont walk alone at night , anywhere Layla."

I just stand there and look up at him. 

"Okay." I say, even though I probably would again anyways, but I give him the peace of mind he so clearly needs for some reason. 

He sighs and nods, then turns and keeps walking.

"Bet YOU walk alone at night" I say, not sure why I'm wanting to continue this little debate. 

"I'm also not a pretty five foot blonde." he says and I feel my pussy throw imaginary confetti at Killian Kent calling me pretty. But I don't make a thing of it. Instead I choose to argue playfully.

"Excuse you, I'm five four!" I squeak and he turns his head, smiling with closed lips and he looks me up and down. 

"You sure?" he teases.

"Measure me! There's another quarter inch in it for ya pal" I say and he laughs, his shoulders shaking, and he looks to me at his side. 

"fucking adorable. As always miss Love." he says as he keeps walking and I want to get on my hands a knees and follow this man around like a fucking love sick puppy. Did he just call me adorable? After calling me pretty? After demanding I stay safe, after demanding a grown man apologize to me for yelling at me? After pulling me from the fray of my clumyness and playing fucking doctor on my scrapes and cuts? Did he just call me Miss Love? God, immaculate conception has to be real, because I'm pretty sure this man is gonna get my pregnant tonight just by talking , if he says or does one more swoon worthy thing. 

"Adorable, like a baby giraffe?" I ask and he smirks down at me as we reach what must be his car. 

"Yes, exactly like a baby giraffe." he smiles, opening the passenger side of a black Cadillac Escalade. Apparently subsitute teachers made a hell of a lot more money recently, or Killian Kent was rich, richer than me anyways. I make no comment on the vehicle though as he pulls open the door.

I blush as he takes my hand to help me up into it, and nearly lose my breath as he grabs the seat belt, reaches over me, leaning over my to click the belt buckle into place, the scent of his cologne much stronger as I hold my breath, and the click of the lock is my own little secret anaolgy in my mind, that I want Killian Kent, to put his belt buckle into my lock..i want him to click me , to shove his....jesus christ. I exhale as he leans back out of the vehicle, his head still inside as he smiles at me. 

"Precious cargo. Have to keep it safe." he says and then backs out, and closes the door softly.

"holy fucking shit" I exhale quietly to myself, my thighs pressing together. Was he flirting? no. He called me pretty and adorable, sure, but so did my fucking grandfather. Precious cargo? Babies were precious cargo too. God, stop making something out of nothing Layla. He is NOT flirting with you. I scold myself, squirming in myseat,, closing my eyes as I feel that refusal of my vagina to get with the fucking program. I was ridiculously fucking wet. 

When he gets in his side and looks over at me, I just let out a little nervous laugh. 

"you good?" he asks, raising a brow. 

"uh huh" I nod nearly fucking breathless. He smiles and starts the car and then heads towards my apartments. 

I should tell him I'll be right back, I should deinitely NOT invite him upstairs. But isnt that the polite thing to do? Or do I make him wait in his car? 

"You can come up if you want. I don't want you to sit in your car. "I say and he nods, and continues to pull into the parking lot. I point to my designated visitor spot next to my blue VW Beetle. Nobody loved them anymore, but I did. She was small and baby blue and cute as hell. 

"You can park next to Ariel." I say. 

"Ariel?" he asks. 

"My car. She's the baby blue beetle" I say pointing ahead. And i look at him, he's smiling. 

"Ariel huh? Why Ariel?" he says, pulling slowly along the rows of cars and turning into the free spot beside me. 

"Because Ariel was my favorite disney princess, and she's blue, like the sea....okay...maybe she's light blue...and more like the sky, but ...whatever it's a cute name." I say with a defensive huff.

"It's a good name for her." he says and I lift my chin.

"yeah, I know it is." I say and he chuckles. 

"I can wait here, by Ariel." he says. 

My brows pinch slightly. 

"You might not be a five foot four blonder Killian, but you really shouldnt sit in your vehicle alone in a parking lot. You know...these neighborhoods are safe ...till they're not." I partially tease him my reusing his own words and he narrows his eyes at me. 

I throw my hands up in the air. "Hey, dont look at me like that, I'm just saying ...tall men with dark hair and green are just as susceptible to the night time crimes of weirdos" I say and unclick my seat belt and catch the small curve of his lips. 

"Alright Miss Love, if you're that worried about my safety." he says and I smile to myself, trying to ignore how fucking hot it is to hear him call me Miss Love, outside of a fucking classroom. 

"I'm extremely worried about Killian...you probably dont even have pepper spray." I say, tutting as I shake my head and he laughs softly. 

"Dont worry" I pat my purse. "I'll protect you." 

"you're my bodyguard?" he asks as we both open our doors.

"yep...it's my new job." I say walking around his car, meetinghim at the back end as he car beeps from him locking it. 

"New job? You're giving up smashing glasses with your body?" he teases and I gasp, and swat his arm. 

"That's not funny" I say as I laugh. 

"Sorry" he says and nudges me with his elbow slightly "I'm just teasing you. I'm also glad you werent all that injured." 

"Yeah, well...no more toppling my baby giraffe ass into champagne tables." I say and he laughs. 

"Henry fired me" I sigh. 

"What?" he stops and I laugh, turning and god, the scowl on his face. Have mercy. 

"He did what now?" he asks. 

"I knew it was coming...honestly...whether i baby giraffed his champagne table or not...I wouldve been fired."  I say with a shrug. "He was really nice about it though. I think you scared him" I say and reach out and pat his arm. 

"I cant believe he fired you." he says and I smile and shrug. 

"Like I said, he had reason...and you probably softened the blow of it by scolding him for yelling at me." I say and then turn and keep walking and Killian huffs while walking after me. 

"It's fine, maybe I'll get a job at a petting zoo, the first human giraffe, and kids can feed me tacos instead of those weird pellet things" I say and Killian lets out a laugh and pulls open the door after I open it, his hand about my head on he edge of the door, opening it, to enter my apartment building. 

"You know I did not mean that as an insult Layla, don't you?" he says. 

I smile, then nod as I walk to the elevator and punch the button to take us up. I turn my head. 

"Yes Killian, I know. I kind of like the comparrison, and it's not like you're wrong." I say. "I've always been clumsy with two left feet." 

"It's endearing." he says and I look back at him. He looks at me as the door to the elevator slides open. 

I step into the elevator as he gestures.

"Endearing? To be clumsy?" I laugh, punching the button for my floor as he steps in beside me. 

"Yes, when it comes to you anyways." he says and I look out the doors and then at the metal of them as they slide shut.

"Not all clumsy people are endearing?" I ask. 

"None that i've found , other than you Miss Love." he says and I turn my head and look up at him, he's looking down at me and my fucking legs feel like they want to turn to jello. God, i really was a baby giraffe, cause I was seconds away from going weak in my knees looking up at the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. 

We were ascending, up to my floor, god, I was bringing this man to my apartment?! Why were elevators sexy? Why was a small little metal box , running on fucking wires, that people farted often farted in, fucking sexy at moments like this? When it was just two people inside, looking at each other. What did they put in elevators that made it this way? Did they pump sex gas into them? Was sex gas even a thing? Probably. Note to self, google sex gas. ote to self, dont google sex gas, cause it's probably NOT going to be what you're looking for. 

Killian is smiling at me, looking in my eyes, and I realize I havent said another word, I've just been staring, having a nonsense mental conversation with myself, and imagining Killian Kent slamming me against the walls of this elevator while calling me his baby giraffe. Ridiculous. Only you would want a man to fuck you while calling you his baby giraffe Layla. 

Killian nods to the open elevator doors. 

"This your floor?" he asks and I blink multiple times, and shake my head . 

"huh?" I ask and the register what he said and turn my head and look to the number on the screen. 

"Oh, yes, yes...uh huh" I say and manage to wrangle my wobbly legs into proper walking form and pray to god I dont open my apartment door and immediately throw myself at him in desperation. 

"this way Mister Kent" I gesture down the hall and he laughs slightly. 

"Lead the way Miss Love" he nods down the hall. 

Oh boy, if he called me that one more time, I was gonna suck the soul out of him through his dick.