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[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher let out a groan and flopped his head onto her shoulder. He was too drunk for this. Too drunk to move. Too drunk to think. Everything in his body felt heavy. All he knew was that he liked the feeling of Sabrina's body pressed against his. The feeling of his arms around her waist. Even if it wasn't in a more sexual way, that he would prefer right now, it was still nice for his fuzzy brain. He wanted to say something sweet, cheesy maybe, that would make her laugh but all he could muster were incoherent whispers. After a few seconds he stopped and slid his head further, onto her collar bone. "I'm drunk." He muttered into the clothe of her shirt that hung right above her chest. "D-don't move, S-sabr-ina." He added in between a hiccup. His head slid further, completely stuffing his face into her chest. That's right. Full boobage right in his face. It's not like he meant it, but he was just tired of holding his head up. And her little chest pillows looked so inviting at the moment. Another hiccup. "D-don't moooove. I'll be s-sick."

That was when he heaved. His stomach was seconds away from emptying just about everything that sat in his stomach. The first attempt was just air - a fake attempt to warn himself and all those around him that yes, he was about to get sick. And yes, you should get him to a bathroom. Thatcher could feel his mouth fill up with saliva and he quickly swallowed it. Yet another hiccup after he opened his mouth. "Oh god." He groaned messily. This was the worst part of drinking - when you've had too much and begin violently trying to get it out of your system. It didn't help that you felt dizzy whenever you moved, cold, sick, and too messy to even speak right. Hell was right at Thatcher's door and he knew it.

[Robin]

Sabrina felt terrible about the entire situation. She shouldn't have engaged when he wandered into the room a while ago clearly not himself. But she'd let at the chance even if it was stupid, and gotten involved. So now she had a very very incoherent very very sick Thatcher wrapped around her. At first there was some disgust logically coming to mind, but Thatcher was lucky Sabrina could remember all the other times she'd wanted to have him with her. But this would pass and hopefully she'd get the other thatcher back, the one who didn't look like he was about to throw up on her. Hearing him speak Sabrina sighed. " I know you are thatcher, but....I think I need to move and you do -" Sabrina was about to say the word too.but suddenly thatcher had ahem moved again. Clearing her throat Sabrina shifted, slowly but surely so he wasnt in as much of a bad place. More like his head was rested on her lap. Then he heaved and Sabrina wanted to yell. No, no way was she letting thatcher puke on her. Quickly, now in full on dhampir mode she moved quickly, but not enough to disrupt his stomach. Holding thatcher up Sabrina slowly walked with the bathroom to him setting him down near the toilet and standing jar him, watching. Sabrina was really really hoping he would handle it. Yes he was intoxicated but he was a grown man. So you know, Sabrina wasnt going to hold his head and watch. He'd been like this before so it wasnt as if this was the first time he'd been in this situation. Sighing, Sabrina took a step back and waited. This would pass soon and would all be some twisted weird dream by tomorrow.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Do you just wanna assume he gets sick and have them wake up the next day?
Awkward and shit xD

[Robin]

Lol sure and it's all a struggle about he feels bad about showing her that and taking things too far, but then also neither of them really regret the making out and everything. But he being in his position tries to ignore it

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

YESSS PERF <3

[Robin]

Now doooo iiiiiiit

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher stirred a little, rolling his head against the white pillow. First things first, Thatcher's head hurt. Damn, It hurt like hell. Everything he did, it throbbed. He moved - it throbbed. He didn't move - it throbbed. Even when he tried to think - it throbbed. He mustered out a groan before completely rolling onto his side. The worst sour taste was sitting in his mouth and only when he tried to swallow did he realize how dry his mouth was. That wasn't the only thing that made him start to recall what had happened last night. When he moved, one of his stray arms hit soft skin. It obviously wasn't his, because his skin wasn't like silk, and so hairless. His eyes shot open in surprise. When he saw Sabrina right in his face, that wasn't what he expected. He let out a small, low pitched yelp as he picked his body up. There went the throbbing. Whatever he had done last night, it was too much for his body. Normally he woke up ready to go. Muscles ready to pounce up at any opportunity, but this time they felt heavy. Like weights weighing him down to the bed - telling him to sleep for the rest of his life. His mind, on the other hand, was freaking out. Telling his body to start flipping out as he recalled what had happened last night. "Oh shit." He muttered, quickly covering his mouth as his eyes scanned over Sabrina's sleeping body. 

Fuck.

He had done just what a teacher should never do. How sick was he? He had made out with his student. HIS STUDENT. HIS MOTHER FUCKING STUDENT. What was wrong with him? He had tried to get those naughty thoughts from before out of his head, but it seemed that when he had been drunk that he had given in to his inhibitions. What he wasn't concerned with wasn't how Sabrina felt after all of this but instead his professional standing. How could anyone take him seriously if this got spread around? Everything he had done would be to waste. 

He just sat there, quietly staring at Sabrina but screaming internally. 

[Robin]

Sabrina was thoroughly exhausted. Last night was all a blur in the young dhampir's mind but one thing was clear, her and thatcher had definitely crossed multiple lines. They'd not only Made out but he'd almost puked on her and drunkenly called her sexy. When she'd finally fallen asleep to the sounds of thatcher moaning and groaning across the floor in the bathroom Sabrina had completely blacked out. No dreams. No nightmares. Her mind was too exhausted to process anything. Soon Sabrina slowly felt her eyes flutter open, wincing internally as she stared up at the ceiling, harsh light filled the room from when she'd forgotten to close the blinds late last night. Shifting slightly, the golden haired girl quickly discovered something, there was a man sleeping with her. Not some random guy but the guy who was her teacher who Sabrina had managed to cross the line with many many times not hours before. Sabrina waited to groan and yell at herself or kick something. But it was all her own fault. Not thatchers, he hadnt forced it. And now Sabrina was probably. Finished. They'd kicker out of the academy no doubt. Making advances on your instructor was a horrific action. And Sabrina had puked herself into yet another stupid decision. Unable to help it Sabrina whispered allowed." God Sabrina, what the hell are we going to do with you" she sighed and closed her eyes again. Life sucked too much to have her eyes open right now. There were too many thoughts, judgements, guilty feelings to deal with so Sabrina attempted to shut them out. But she couldn't, bring herself to ignore it all. Because thatcher was looking at her again,staring and she could practically feel the frustration coming off of him in waves, sighing Sabrina figured now was as good as time as any to face the music. So with a deep breath she turned over so she and thatcher were face to face, inches apart-if that, close enough to kiss like they had last night, and murmured quietly " morning" as if that was supposed to solve anything.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

As much as he tried not to tell himself, Thatcher did have more feelings towards Sabrina than just Teacher, Student. What could you expect when throwing two younger people together in a private place? Professionalism for one. He screamed in his head over and over again. And as much as Thatcher wanted to do what happened last night again - but in a more sober state of mind. He couldn't let that be known. Dhamphirs didn't have time for relationships. That sick and twisted idea was only left for the Morois and Humans. People like Thatcher and Sabrina had to protect others so they didn't have time to worry about a significant other or any bullshit like that. They had always stressed that when he was in school. So remembering that night made Thatcher extremely nervous.

He didn't say a word. No response. Those green eyes shifted off of her in an instant. Sheets went flying into the air as he removed himself from the bed. Sure, he would have done it quicker had his head not began to spin and muscles start to ache. More throbbing. Again. That was starting to get really fucking annoying. He took a moment - sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet planted firmly on the ground - and rested his forehead in his palms. "Shit" He whispered, to himself as quietly as he could. Once his body decided to corporate with him, he made a brisk walk to the bathroom. The brown door slammed behind him. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in bringing up the topic of last night for a while.

[Robin]

sabrina waited for a response, an answer, a look, something from thatcher, but all she got was anger and disappointment from her former mentor. Or Sabrina was fairly sure it would be former as soon as they returned to the academy. Just like she would be a former student of st. Vladmirs, they'd shuffle her off to some desk job and make sure she never saw a Moroi as long as she lived.but in all honesty? Sabrina didn't regret last night. There was too much between her and thatcher that would've built up further and further till it exploded, much more dangerous,y than what had happened the night before. It made her sick to her stomach. Because Sabrina was a good soldier. She listened to the important rules and no dhampir relationships was an important rule. But if none of this mattered Sabrina would repeat last night over and over and over again, with him in his right mind if course. And when he turned those gorgeous green eyes away from her and ran-well walked but he was afraid.  Afraid to look her in the eye because they both know he wanted last night again, just like her. Sighing Sabrina followed him, getting up quicker than he could. He shut the door to the bathroom with a slam making it clear she should leave him alone. But Sabrina didn't. She followed him inside and shut the door behind him. Crossing the floor Sabrina stood infront of him, close enough to kiss him again if she had wanted. And she did. " I'm not sorry about last night, as much as it's wrong of me. At least I know I wasnt crazy, imagining how you looked at me. But we both know the rules. So I won't tell thatcher, but...." Then she trailed off and reached up, kissing him again. It was even better this Morning. Her lips , soft and gentle on his as her hand reached up to touch her face. He could yell but she needed this. If this was the last time.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher was just about to start a shower when he heard the door start to open. He reacted in whichever way would get him prepared for what was coming inside the bathroom with him, which was removing the shirt he had already had rung around his neck. It fell to the floor softly beside him. When his body shifted to face Sabrina walking inside, his belt jingled against his pants. He hadn't gotten to unbuttoning the jeans he had fallen asleep in, so they were safe there - but the belt was open and hanging loosely on his legs. His body stood perfectly still, not even twitching a single tired muscle. Seeing her made his head start to throb. All he could think of were the things they did last night. How he wanted to do it again - but hated how taboo it was. How disgusting it was to society. A breath hitched as she neared him, her words flowing easily into his brain. At least the word wouldn't get spread around. That much was safe. But it still didn't make it right. So it caused a sour spark to go off when she pressed her lips to his almost like before. At first he remained completely still, arms to his sides and not responding one bit. Then he couldn't help himself. He began to return the kiss with as much emotion as she had put into it - but stopped halfway. He created a gap between them by taking a small step back. Hunter green eyes shifted to the ground. It was too hard to look at her now when all he could think of was how much he wanted her. "Get out." He mumbled, trying to ignore the topic at hand. He just wanted to ignore it all, forget it happened. Maybe that was the best plan - it was the only one he could think of. "I'm taking a shower." With that, he turned his back towards her and grabbed a towel off a small rack. His back meant that he wanted to end the conversation, but he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at her. Curiosity got the best of him.

[Robin]

Sabrina knew she'd caught him off guard, he had been about to turn the water on from what she could see, he stood their shirtless and belt open. Clearly he hadnt been expecting her to follow him after his clear signals not to, but rules and unspoken context were things Sabrina didn't always agree with or follow. But Sabrina had followed him inside, she had approached him, and yes she had kissed him again. There was no regret to the moment because they'd both wanted this and if it had to be over, then Sabrina wanted him one last time. To feel how thatcher felt, how he fit against her like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces. Sabrina did understand or could appreciate at the least, how hard the this for thatcher. She knew how rigid thatcher was and how taboo or morally questionable them being together was, being with another dhampir was like refusing to serve your duty and protect the Moroi. It was a big middle finger to the people that raised you. Sabrina panicked a moment when he just stood there as she kissed him, but that lasted a mere instant before he responded under her touch.  It was obvious, for both of them in that moment that neither of them could help it, whatever it was that drew them together ran so strong there was no escaping the undeniable chemistry or desire. No matter how taboo or how wrong it was, their bodies didn't care. Without any rules they'd be together with absolutely no question. When they touched there was nothing else in the world. But then Sabrina felt cold again, to her very core, because thatcher had pulled away disappointment flashed for a moments in her stormy gaze, before Sabrina got herself back in check, expression neutral again. He was telling her to leave, get the hell away. But it was because neither of them could take being around each other without some spark exploding dangerously. She turned to go but then paused feeling his eyes on her, Sabrina turned around looking back at him and said quietly " have a good shower, but I'm not sorry for wanting the same thing you do" then Sabrina turned and left, door closing behind her,

P
time skip? What do we do next?

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher, out of his best judgement, turned just before she slipped out of the door. Everything moved so quickly. Good. That didn't give Thatcher a chance to really think about what he was doing. How wrong it was. How unprofessional. Screw all that right now. He wanted to clarify. In a swift movement, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back inside the room. His belt jingled once more as he moved her body around - ending up pressing her firmly against the wall next to the door. His hand that was holding her wrist had pressed it up against the wall as well. Using his palm as a cuff above her head. There was a dangerous look in his eyes as he scanned over her face, body, finally returning to her eyes. God, he would take her right now if he could. All that, of course, couldn't happen, right? Being drunk was one thing, now he was sober and still acting so strangely. "You don't think I want this?" He asked, shifting and contorting his features while letting his whisper of a voice flow out of his mouth. He couldn't have been but a few inches away from her. Lips tantalizingly close to her. Enough so that he could feel the heat come off her body in waves. Inside his bare chest, his heart was beating calmly - for now. He kept a steady gaze as he moved his hand around her hip. Yet another mistake. But he wasn't thinking right now. He wasn't doing his job. Right now, he was just saying "fuck it" to everything. 

"You don't think I want you?"

[Robin]

sabrina had thought their little adventure was over. He'd made it clear that this was wrong and unprofessional and morally questionable. So Sabrina had said her peace and gone to leave. That was that, as soon as their trip was over they'd go their seperate ways and Sabrina would likely never see thatcher again. Never speak of what had passed between them on the trip to Mr, Clyne, and fine. She'd move on, throw herself into training like she should and block out any memory of thatcher and the desire she had for him. But suddenly thatcher's  touch electrified her again, and she was thrust up against the wall. Sabrina could feel her breath catch in her throat, her heartbeat quickening once again. Sabrina stayed completely still. Moving would break this fragile moment. When he spoke Sabrina could feel his hunter green eyes pinning her own stormy gaze, while his arms pinned her to the wall literally. He didn't want an answer, thatcher was getting it out, because despite how taboo and unconscionable this was, thatcher couldn't stop it either. It was like standing and watching a train crash. Sickening but so magnetic. With how close he was, Sabrina could push back and kiss him again, restart last night all over again. Opening her mouth to speak Sabrina stopped, shivering involuntarily in response to his touch on her hip. God this was going nowhere good. Not when they wanted what they wanted with each other. Finding her logic Sabrina managed to speak, mustering only a husky whisper as she stared back at him. " I believe you....but not as much as I want this with you" freeing one hand Sabrina gently brushed it to his chest, resting it over his heart.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

It was a train wreck alright. Inside, Thatcher was yelling and screaming like a toddler to make himself stop. Every fiber of his body was acting against what he had just told himself over and over again. This was wrong. This couldn't happen. This was sick. But he stayed in his position, hand wrapped firmly on her waist and other holding her in place. His body rocked forward as he studied her lips - but remained untouched. As much as he wanted to press his lips to hers in a more sober experience from last night, he couldn't just yet.

When her hand had touched his chest, it sent a wave of emotions he hadn't felt in a long time. Memories flooded his vision that he wasn't ready to remember. Things that he had worked years for just to forget. "I want this with you". He had heard this before. Before something awful had happened. Before he learned the true nature of Stragoi. Before he gained a big fat tattoo saying "we don't fucking know how many things you killed". It made Thatcher falter. All of his muscles relaxed for a moment. His grip on her waist, not so hard. His grip on her wrist loosening to where he had almost dropped it. Without thinking - aka the way he operated when he was emotionally strung out - he pressed his lips to hers. It started off hungrily, seeking salvation from his thoughts but turned passionate in an instant.

The way she felt against his was invigorating in it's own way. It sent chills through his body and now that he was sober it's effects were multiplied by thousands. Soon his grip around her waist and wrist returned to their former glory. Hungry even though his lips were saying something entirely different. He sure as hell wanted this. He couldn't deny that now.