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baddestbitchnamedstacy45 · 9 days ago

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What's Done in the Dark

Pairing: Manon Bannerman x Sophia Laforteza

Warnings: Men/MDNI - Teacher x Student (If you don't like don't read) - Suggestive writing - Cheating - Age gap

a/n: I hope you guys like this because I have no clue what I'm doing

Song inspo: Special Affair - The Internet

NOT PROFREAD

The soft moans of the older woman overpowered any other noises in the room. The older of the two said this would be the last time they met up, but even she didn't believe herself when she said that. She told herself that this had to stop if she wanted to at least try to save her marriage.

She knew her husband loved her.

She used to believe that he was her forever person.

But something about the hunger in the young woman's eyes when they saw each other kept her coming back even when she said she wouldn't. Maybe it was her charisma. The way she always knew what to say to get her to come back to her apartment, even when she swore they needed to stop. The way she made her feel wanted in every sense. Not that her Husband didn't, but the lust that the younger girl had for her felt primal at times.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was a woman. Even though for all 34 going on 35 years of her life, Sophia knew that she liked women, she had never acted on it, having always been in relationships with men. Having never taken the opportunity to explore, though her attraction for women had never diminished.

Something about being with Manon made those feelings even more valid for Sophia. Maybe it was the inevitable fact that she was older than her, a whole 15 years older, to be exact. Though an age difference was never really a problem for her. Hell, her husband was a whole 10 years older than her.

If she were to be completely honest, the older woman knew what they were doing was wrong, but she loved the fact that someone wanted her.

Not to say that her husband didn't want her, he knew the prize that he had. He wanted her so much to the point where they were trying to have another kid.

It was just the fact that being with the younger woman was wrong because of the marriage that made her crave being with her even more.

It was just something about the way her husband wanted her versus the way she wanted her.

She knew there was something different in the way the younger woman wanted her. The type of lustful stares that made you hot and bothered just thinking about it.

But her husband was... just that, her husband.

He knew her like the back of his hand, and Vice versa.

But Sophia knew something was missing, or rather had left, after having been together for so long.

Something that she had found in the arms of Manon.

And whether Sophia wanted to acknowledge it or not, something was growing between them that was greater than anything that they did between the sheets of Manon's queen-sized bed.

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Whenever it was time for their escapades to be over, they would if not always be trying to catch their breath.

The air in the room would be fresh with the lingering scent of sex. A dirty reminder of the sin that had been committed that night.

The gravity of the situation would always hit around 2am when the older of the two knew she needed to be get back to her family. Despite the several rounds they had gone, and their body still raw from the immense pleasure the younger woman always inflicted on her. Sophia knew she needed to get back to her reality.

But alast, every time without fail, Manon would always convince her to stay the night or longer than she knew she should, even if they both knew she wasn't really ready to leave. If only to savor the moment.

Sophia would never really admit it, especially not to the younger girl, but she loved that the young woman wanted her to stay longer than she should.

Even when they both knew the risk.

But like clockwork, when she would have had enough of her conscious eating away at her, and when she knew Manon would have drifted off to sleep, or knew that Sophia wasn't hers to keep.

She would leave.

Always before 3:00 AM.

Always placing a kiss on Manon's head.

A kiss that meant something that she would destroy her whole world for.

But just not now.

Neither of them spoke about it. Just savoring what it meant between them.

She had found a routine in her journeys on the way back home. Consisting of her stopping at the nearest convenience store to get things to hide what had just happened from her husband.

But she had to admit, she loved the rush when she did it.

In the bathroom of the 7/11, she would use her foundation to cover any marks that the younger woman might have left on her.

She knew that if she ever were to be careless and forget to cover the bite marks and hickeys from her husband, then... well, she really didn't know what would happen, but she wasn't trying to find out any time soon.

Never in her 20 years of living did Manon think that she would become a cliché.

She thought that teacher only hooked up with their students in movies and on TV shows, but she never could have imagined that her reality would emulate the fiction she had once laughed at when she was younger.

She was really doing it, hooking up with a professor, but what they were doing felt different.

It started when, after class, she went with Mrs. Laforteza to her office for her office hours. She didn't need any help or anything like that, but that day they had had a great conversation at the end of class that had somehow drifted to the elevators, which was going up to Mrs. Laforteza's office on the 12th floor, where the two had been sitting in her office and talking like old friends that desprantly needed to catch up with one another.

What was supposed to be a quick fifteen-minute conversation about literature had stretched into two hours. Manon remembered how Sophia's eyes had lit up when discussing their shared love of poetry, or how the way certain authors could capture the complexity of human desire.

And along the way, somewhere between Sophia's thoughtful analysis of forbidden love in classic novels and Manon's bold questions about whether art should imitate life, the air in that office had shifted. Sophia had unconsciously started to lean closer as they debated the meaning behind certain verses.

Manon remembered the exact moment. Etching it to her memory so she wouldn't lose it.

The time Sophia had leaned forward to point out a passage in a book, her perfume mixing with the late afternoon light filtering through the office windows. Their hands briefly grazing when Manon har reach to point something out.

They had both felt the spark from the slight graze, but neither acknowledged it.

Or the way that the older woman's eyes had lingered on her lips when she spoke longer than they should have. And the charged silence that followed.

"I should probably get going," Manon had whispered, but neither of them moved.

"Probably," Sophia had agreed, her voice barely audible.

But Manon didn't leave. And Sophia didn't ask her to. Not until they both had to.

It wouldn't be until three more office visits that either of them would acknowledge the attraction that was happening between them.

Three more conversations that would span into the evening.

Three more instances of lingering glances and carefully maintained distance. Until the day when Manon had leaned in, and Sophia didn't pull away.

Now, a month later, as Manon lay in her bed listening to Sophia gather her clothes in the dark.

Listening to the older woman's footsteps fade down the hallway as she left.

The soft click of her apartment door closing would always leave Manon staring at the ceiling, counting the hours until she could see Sophia again. Even knowing that each time might truly be the last.

And by the time the sun would have finally risen, it would be Sunday, Manon found her mind wandering ahead to Monday, where she would be returning to her new job.

She was still getting used to working in the Dean's suite. Still learning the rhythms of the Associate Dean's office and how everything worked.

Her new boss seemed nice enough. A tad bit too serious for what she thought his job called for, but nonetheless kind when he spoke to her.

It was funny, in a way. She'd never asked Professor Laforteza much about her personal life. Although she didn't want to know much per se. She never wanted it to seem like she was trying to pry that much into her life. Their conversations had always danced around certain topics before Sophia would deem them too personal, before deflecting altogether. All Manon knew was that Sophia was married and had two children. Nothing else was really needed for their relationship.

Manon turned onto her side, breathing in the faint scent of Sophia's perfume still lingering on her pillow.

She had no idea that Monday morning, when she brought coffee to her boss's office, she'd see a framed photo on his desk that would make her blood run cold.

No idea that the woman whose kiss still burned on her lips would be smiling back at her from a frame, with her arms wrapped around the man who signed her paychecks.

No idea that everything was about to become infinitely more complicated.