Becoming the Empress of Ictar

Being a teacher is the most rewarding and the most excruciatingly heart-breaking profession out there. I was sitting in my classroom well past the time I should have gone home, marking tenth grade descriptive essays. The school I worked for was a tiny private institution where the uber-rich sent their wayward children. The job itself paid well and I was pathetically grateful that my grandfather was friends with the school head. They had been through ‘some stuff’. He never explained what that entailed, and I never questioned how he secured my employment. I was cursing the fact that my dear little urchins still did not know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ not to mention ‘then and than’, ‘there and their’. I was beginning to suspect they did it deliberately. I had just opened an essay written almost entirely using emoticons and ‘text speech’ and was cursing a blue streak when I heard a knock on my door. Oh my, that must be the custodian! I looked at the clock on my classroom wall. Eh? He is early. But I suppose it is a Friday and they may want to leave early. I huffed a sigh and began to hastily pack my belongings. Another insistent knock on my door. “I am packing up my stuff as we speak, Mr. Kellerman. I’ll be out in a minute so you can lock up.” Silence greeted my reply before the knocking started again. “Mr. Kellerman?” Okay, now I was officially unnerved and more than a little bit annoyed. I packed faster. The knocking continued. “Oh, for heaven’s sake Mr. Kellerman! Do come in and stop that infernal knocking.” I looked down at my messenger bag and across my desk as the door swung open. I looked up and forgot how to breathe. In the doorway to my classroom stood a god! Well, knock me over with a feather. Holy gods and goddesses and every deity known to man. I dropped the pencil case I was trying to close, and the stationery went everywhere. One stubborn pencil rolled to a stop near the Celtic god’s feet. I watched, mouth dry as he picked it up and examined it, rolling it between his fingers. My mouth was dry, but other parts of me certainly weren’t. The man sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring. The tattoos down his arms began to faintly glow. Huh? I blinked stupidly at him. And my world is, once again, turned upside down. My eyes slid sideways from the gorgeous man-flesh I had been drooling over. Okay, now I think I am being pranked! An elf just walked off the pages of the Lord of the Rings and into my classroom. “Who… what…?” I swallowed, trying to get my thick tongue to work. I was not one of those women. I did not suffer from a fit of the vapours when Thor and Legolas walked into my life. Nope! NOT me! I took a deep fortifying breath before trying to speak again. “Who are you and how did you get in? I have the police on speed-dial so don’t even think about doing anything funny!” I tried to glare at both men, but my breathless sigh thwarted my tough act. Fiddlesticks! The Viking’s lips curved upwards in a devastating smile. I was so in trouble. “Empress…” The word felt like a caress dripping from the lips of the elfin man. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. What? Empress? Seriously, this prank was going too far! “State your business or back the f**k off! I am pissed now. I dropped the polite teacher façade. And let my inner b***h shine through. The elf was taken aback, his eyes widened, and his beautiful full lips formed and a perfect "o”. The large man behind him broke into deep, sonorous laughter. Damn! It went straight between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together to try and get some relief. The laughter cut off, abruptly. The man was staring at me with pure, unadulterated lust. The elf put his hand on the big man’s chest. It was more of a caress than a simple touch. It did things to me. f**k me three ways to Sunday! I was NOT getting aroused by the thought of these two mythical creatures getting each other off. I should stop reading smutty romance novellas in my spare time. “My name is Evanc, and this is Lucien.” The elf’s voice was smooth and gentle. I almost felt his words on my skin. I shook my head again. Being in the same room as these two, I was doing my head in. I needed to get out. I was not walking out the back door of my classroom. So, I grabbed my things and zipped out my side door. Once in the corridor, I thought I was safe, but my freedom was short-lived. I was grabbed from behind. I dropped my messenger bag, and all my neatly stacked papers went everywhere. I yelped in surprise and my head flicked backward, connecting with something that made a sickening squishy crack. The ground came up to meet me faster than I could stop my fall. My left wrist took the brunt of the drop and I screamed when I felt it snap. “Evanc, get her out of here! I will deal with this!” I was dragged to my feet by a strong tug. The elf was stronger than he looked. I am not a small woman. Most would call me fat. Some of the nicer students said I was ‘thicc’. I had barely enough time to catch a breath before we were running. I could barely keep up with the long, lithe strides Evanc was taking. He seemed to know his way around the school because, before long, we were at the back gate, and he was shoving me into the back of a large silver Range Rover and then gunning it away from the school grounds. “What the living f**k was that and where is the other guy?” I had righted myself on the back seat and had somehow buckled myself in. My left wrist was swelling and starting to bruise. I cradled it to my chest. The car jerked into a particularly large bump, and I whimpered as it jarred my wrist. Evanc’s eyes were on mine through the rear-view mirror. After a few more twists and turns. He stopped the vehicle on the edge of town and went around to the back door. Wrenching it open. I tried to make myself small. I shied away from him. He reached over me and deftly undid the seatbelt before gazing into my eyes. “You’re hurt.” He gently took my left arm in his warm hands. I felt his fingers lightly touch the skin of my wrist and I flinched. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. This was turning into one of the worst days ever. Holding my wrist in his right hand, he wiped the tears spilling down my cheeks with his left. His eyes were a mesmerising colour. They were the most beautiful green I had ever seen. His lips descended on mine before I noticed he had moved. Pain flared in my wrist and then suddenly subsided. Evanc broke off the kiss slowly. Damn! My first proper kiss. Yeah, I know. A thirty-something year old should know what a kiss is. Apparently, I did not. That was… damn! Yes, and an English teacher at a loss for words. “Um… why’d you do that?” He looked a little sheepish, his cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink. “It was a distraction so I could fix your dislocated wrist.” I looked at my left wrist. It was still a little swollen and the bruising was becoming more obvious, however, it felt way better than it had a few moments ago. I looked over the top of my glasses at him. Something told me that was not the whole reason why he had kissed me.