| Heart Beat, Part Two "There's sure to be more skirts than this at the recital, you'd probably just end up back here." The teacher noted, slightly humorously but not to the point of making fun of the girl's condition. The mere mention of the recital caused Amaranth's dusky purple orbs to seem to sparkle. "But I just have to go, I've worked so hard..." True to her word, the girl had practiced day in and day out to master the piano. Despite the stress of the learning causing multiple cases such as this, she was determined to play on the stage to show once and for all that her condition didn't rule her. The doctors would often joke with Amaranth that she was 'suffering from a broken heart', and Amaranth was more than willing to laugh even at her own expense. She clung to her teacher now as she spoke of the recital, her eyes continually being drawn downward towards the skirt. "Like what you see?" The teacher asked teasingly, which was met with a flushed face and shy mumbles. The teacher probably would have flashed the poor girl just to see her reaction, were she not afraid of it triggering another episode. Instead she settled for just gentle teasing, anything to cheer the girl up and distract her from how numerous these visits were becoming. Amaranth hesitantly reached out to touch the skirt, lifting it gently to catch a glimpse of what was beneath and flushing shyly when she saw her teacher's panties. The teacher watched this with gentle amusement, making no effort to stop her. But soon enough the clock struck eleven and she got up. "I'm afraid I have to-" "Please stay with me tonight... Please?" Try as she might, the teacher could not come up with a viable reason to say no and submitted, receiving a loving hug from the girl after nodding. --------------------- When she woke the a few hours later, she was laying on the bed in the same clothes as last night. Sleeping atop her with her head nestled between the older woman's breasts was Amaranth, her small chest rising and falling with each slightly labored breath. The teacher simply smiled and gave the girl a hug, laying her head back down and closing her eyes. "They say the good die young..." She thought to herself sadly, "But perhaps you're safe, you're starting to be a little naughty~..." She couldn't help but giggle at this thought, and the noise roused the sleeping child. Peeking from between her twin peaks, Amaranth looked up at her teacher in a sleepy fashion. "I-is somethin' the matter Miss S?" The teacher simply shook her head and smiled, giving the girl another hug. "Everything is fine, sweetie. Go back to sleep." She'd gently toy with the girl's hair and hum to her gently, eventually soothing her to sleep. Soon after that, the doctors walked in. "And you are?" "Miss S-" "Well, it's really not important right now, has she had any more episodes?" The teacher shook her head, looking out the window. The red-head Amaranth had mentioned earlier was indeed going out to the graveyard, and this late at night too... The teacher didn't concern herself with it though, she turned to the doctors and whispered. "She wants to go to the recital..." "That's right!" Amaranth walked into the room drowsily, still only in her gown with her hair a mess. The doctor didn't seem to care about her enthusiasm. "This isn't a movie, girl. There aren't happy endings." Amaranth would have none of it, crossing her arms and pouting. "Yes there are! You just have to earn them, that's all..." The doctor paused for a moment and sighed. "Fine, but another episode so soon after this one will surely have some sort of adverse effects. There can be no excitement. Period." The teacher wasn't sure of how she would go about doing that, but the shining smile on Amaranth's face was too precious to refuse now. "I'll take care of it." The teacher said brusquely, annoyed with the lack of decency the doctors were showing. With a tight hug, Amaranth waited at the door for her teacher before going back to bed. The teacher lay down first and the girl lay atop her, once more resting her head between her teacher's breasts. She had so many feelings about the woman beneath her right now, happiness, kinship, warmth... And yet there were feelings she didn't understand as well, the ones that made her very tempted to look beneath her teacher's skirt. When she was sure her teacher was asleep, she stole one last forbidden peek before settling in to sleep.The teacher beneath her was too full of emotions to sleep but pretended for the sake of the girl's curiosity. She'd found herself sneaking peeks under the girl's uniform black skirt from time to time as well, tempted to show the girl so many things... But the child's mind and well-being were more important and she controlled herself. "Good night, Miss S." "Good night, Sweetie. Sleep well... I don't think the area under my skirt would make a good pillow, sweetie..." "Not so sure about that one..." "Hm?" "Nothing, I'll lay right now. Night Miss S." |