Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 22, 2008 15:00:29 GMT -5
Title: A Proper Way to Love
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of the characters or places mentioned herein. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler. Emma Squalor belongs to me.
Ship: Vice Principal Nero and Carmelita Spats
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Story-Type: One-Shot
Summery: Carmelita drops by Nero’s office, and things get a little interesting.
Author’s Note: This was actually a scene I took from chapter 73 of my multi-chapter fic, The Return, which I feel also works well as a short story. I just have nothing in my head these days for pairings other than Esmé and Jerome, who I don’t really consider to be unusual. Anyway, I really wanted to contribute something for Weird Ships Week, so here it is.
“I should take away your silverware for this,” Vice Principal Nero said as he pushed open the door to see Carmelita Spats standing there. She was indeed looking incredibly innocent and breathtakingly beautiful in her green and blue school uniform. “No questions asked.”
“We’re fooling ourselves, you know,” Carmelita said, stepping into the office and leaning her full weight against the door so that it closed.
Nero felt his heart leap into his throat as he watched his student yank down the latch of the door, locking it. His heart began to pound as she smiled up at him, her pearl-white teeth framed by ruby-red lips. Her dark eyelashes were long and curly, while her azure orbs seemed to be equipped with the power to freeze the vice principal right where he stood.
Carmelita took a step forward, causing Nero to take a step backward, and they moved in unison until she had completely backed him into a corner of his very tiny office. His palms were sweating as he placed them on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. Her smile deepened and she shoved him mercilessly up against the wall. Just in case he had any intention of fleeing the situation, she pressed the palms of her hands against his cheeks. She had to stand on tiptoe just to be able to reach his five-foot-ten-inch frame, but she managed, and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Nero felt a burst of happiness explode inside of him the very instant Carmelita’s lips met his, and he sighed in utter ecstasy. He felt as if he were floating, supported by his love for a girl more than twenty years younger than himself. He could taste the flavor of her bubblegum (was it regular, or strawberry?) as he inhaled the scent of that cheap vanilla shampoo she used. He had waited nearly four long, agonizing years for this moment, and now that it was finally happening, there was no way he was going to let her go.
Taking hold of the backs of her small shoulders, Nero tossed Carmelita down onto the desk, breathing heavily as he kissed her back, absolutely adoring the way her long legs wrapped around his and how her small hands tugged at two of the braids hanging over his shoulders. He desperately wanted to take her here and now, but this was only the beginning of things to come, and he would have to force himself to be patient. She was technically still only a child, after all, and even though she had made the first move, it had been his obligation as head of Prufrock Prep to put a stop to it. But he hadn’t, and instead went along with her inappropriate behavior. He wouldn’t disappoint her— not this time —and vowed to make her happy, even if it meant limiting both of them until she came of age.
Nero reached out his hand and struck out at of freshly sharpened pencils, causing them to spill out onto the floor and roll across it. Naturally, he ignored this, and concentrated on his fiery-haired darling.
Carmelita now had her arms wrapped around him, along with both of her legs, literally clinging to him as if she thought he would disappear. The little murmurs she was making were absolutely endearing, and Nero was about to ask her if she’d like a piece of candy when she did something he hadn’t expected.
Loosening her arms from around him, she began to undo the top buttons on her blouse. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, he gasped, jerked back, and with trembling hands began to button her blouse back up.
“What?” Carmelita asked, gazing up at Nero with wide, questionable eyes.
Nero sighed, running his palm over his bald head. “No, Carmy,” he said.
“But why?” She sat up, her eyes and face full of questions.
Nero had to force himself to turn away in order to answer her properly. “I am your principal. You are my student. And that, Miss Spats, is why.”
“Oh,” Carmelita said, running her tongue along the front of her teeth. “So it’s ‘Miss Spats’ now, is it? Okay. Then I guess that must make you Vice Principal Cakesniffer then, huh?”
Nero closed his eyes and sighed. “We have to be careful,” he said. “We can’t afford to get caught. What would your parents think if they were to discover you had burst into my office and literally thrown yourself at me?”
Carmelita shrugged, and slid off the desk. “I can’t really say.” She walked over to Nero, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling his shoulder. “Because I’m not going to tell them.”
Nero tugged nervously at his snail tie. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“It’s not going to be easy,” Nero said.
“I’m aware of that,” Carmelita told him.
“You can’t continue to barge in on me anytime you like, or else the administrative staff and even the students will begin to grow suspicious.”
“I’m aware of that as well.”
“We’ll have to meet other places that don’t include my office.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Until you come of age, there isn’t much we can do.”
Carmelita pulled back, pouting. “Why not?” she asked.
“Because,” Nero said honestly, and turned to look at her, “it wouldn’t be right.”
“So?”
“You still fancy yourself a lady, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Then start acting the part. Be modest and keep your shirt on.”
Carmelita just rolled her eyes.
“I am a great judge when it comes to women,” Nero said with a smile, “and if you want to continue meeting with me, then you’ll need to control yourself.”
Carmelita smirked at him. “What about you? I didn’t exactly see you making an effort to keep your hands off me. You old cakesniffer.”
“You didn’t see me unbuckling my belt either, did you?”
Carmelita blushed, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I didn’t think so,” Nero replied. “Think it over. And when you’re ready to behave appropriately, let me know.”
Carmelita simply rolled her eyes and swept passed the vice principal, making sure to graze him with one bare thigh on her way out the door.
Nero felt himself shiver, but said nothing. He did, however, lock the door once Carmelita was out of earshot before collapsing back into the chair behind his desk.
What had he gotten himself into?
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of the characters or places mentioned herein. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler. Emma Squalor belongs to me.
Ship: Vice Principal Nero and Carmelita Spats
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Story-Type: One-Shot
Summery: Carmelita drops by Nero’s office, and things get a little interesting.
Author’s Note: This was actually a scene I took from chapter 73 of my multi-chapter fic, The Return, which I feel also works well as a short story. I just have nothing in my head these days for pairings other than Esmé and Jerome, who I don’t really consider to be unusual. Anyway, I really wanted to contribute something for Weird Ships Week, so here it is.
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“I should take away your silverware for this,” Vice Principal Nero said as he pushed open the door to see Carmelita Spats standing there. She was indeed looking incredibly innocent and breathtakingly beautiful in her green and blue school uniform. “No questions asked.”
“We’re fooling ourselves, you know,” Carmelita said, stepping into the office and leaning her full weight against the door so that it closed.
Nero felt his heart leap into his throat as he watched his student yank down the latch of the door, locking it. His heart began to pound as she smiled up at him, her pearl-white teeth framed by ruby-red lips. Her dark eyelashes were long and curly, while her azure orbs seemed to be equipped with the power to freeze the vice principal right where he stood.
Carmelita took a step forward, causing Nero to take a step backward, and they moved in unison until she had completely backed him into a corner of his very tiny office. His palms were sweating as he placed them on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. Her smile deepened and she shoved him mercilessly up against the wall. Just in case he had any intention of fleeing the situation, she pressed the palms of her hands against his cheeks. She had to stand on tiptoe just to be able to reach his five-foot-ten-inch frame, but she managed, and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Nero felt a burst of happiness explode inside of him the very instant Carmelita’s lips met his, and he sighed in utter ecstasy. He felt as if he were floating, supported by his love for a girl more than twenty years younger than himself. He could taste the flavor of her bubblegum (was it regular, or strawberry?) as he inhaled the scent of that cheap vanilla shampoo she used. He had waited nearly four long, agonizing years for this moment, and now that it was finally happening, there was no way he was going to let her go.
Taking hold of the backs of her small shoulders, Nero tossed Carmelita down onto the desk, breathing heavily as he kissed her back, absolutely adoring the way her long legs wrapped around his and how her small hands tugged at two of the braids hanging over his shoulders. He desperately wanted to take her here and now, but this was only the beginning of things to come, and he would have to force himself to be patient. She was technically still only a child, after all, and even though she had made the first move, it had been his obligation as head of Prufrock Prep to put a stop to it. But he hadn’t, and instead went along with her inappropriate behavior. He wouldn’t disappoint her— not this time —and vowed to make her happy, even if it meant limiting both of them until she came of age.
Nero reached out his hand and struck out at of freshly sharpened pencils, causing them to spill out onto the floor and roll across it. Naturally, he ignored this, and concentrated on his fiery-haired darling.
Carmelita now had her arms wrapped around him, along with both of her legs, literally clinging to him as if she thought he would disappear. The little murmurs she was making were absolutely endearing, and Nero was about to ask her if she’d like a piece of candy when she did something he hadn’t expected.
Loosening her arms from around him, she began to undo the top buttons on her blouse. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, he gasped, jerked back, and with trembling hands began to button her blouse back up.
“What?” Carmelita asked, gazing up at Nero with wide, questionable eyes.
Nero sighed, running his palm over his bald head. “No, Carmy,” he said.
“But why?” She sat up, her eyes and face full of questions.
Nero had to force himself to turn away in order to answer her properly. “I am your principal. You are my student. And that, Miss Spats, is why.”
“Oh,” Carmelita said, running her tongue along the front of her teeth. “So it’s ‘Miss Spats’ now, is it? Okay. Then I guess that must make you Vice Principal Cakesniffer then, huh?”
Nero closed his eyes and sighed. “We have to be careful,” he said. “We can’t afford to get caught. What would your parents think if they were to discover you had burst into my office and literally thrown yourself at me?”
Carmelita shrugged, and slid off the desk. “I can’t really say.” She walked over to Nero, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling his shoulder. “Because I’m not going to tell them.”
Nero tugged nervously at his snail tie. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“It’s not going to be easy,” Nero said.
“I’m aware of that,” Carmelita told him.
“You can’t continue to barge in on me anytime you like, or else the administrative staff and even the students will begin to grow suspicious.”
“I’m aware of that as well.”
“We’ll have to meet other places that don’t include my office.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Until you come of age, there isn’t much we can do.”
Carmelita pulled back, pouting. “Why not?” she asked.
“Because,” Nero said honestly, and turned to look at her, “it wouldn’t be right.”
“So?”
“You still fancy yourself a lady, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Then start acting the part. Be modest and keep your shirt on.”
Carmelita just rolled her eyes.
“I am a great judge when it comes to women,” Nero said with a smile, “and if you want to continue meeting with me, then you’ll need to control yourself.”
Carmelita smirked at him. “What about you? I didn’t exactly see you making an effort to keep your hands off me. You old cakesniffer.”
“You didn’t see me unbuckling my belt either, did you?”
Carmelita blushed, and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I didn’t think so,” Nero replied. “Think it over. And when you’re ready to behave appropriately, let me know.”
Carmelita simply rolled her eyes and swept passed the vice principal, making sure to graze him with one bare thigh on her way out the door.
Nero felt himself shiver, but said nothing. He did, however, lock the door once Carmelita was out of earshot before collapsing back into the chair behind his desk.
What had he gotten himself into?