Not Now :Fem!Teacher!France x Fem!Teacher!Reader:

~Fem!France x Fem!Reader~


.::Not Now::.

(Name) sat at her desk, grading her students tests. She was freshly out of college with a masters degree in English. It was her first year as a 11th grade English teacher and so far, it has been nothing but delightful. She quickly made friends with a few teachers and not to mention her best friend, Felicia, was the art teacher. Her students loved her and she loved them back. Though the only thing that bothered her is when the Social Studies teacher, Mr. Jones, would always try to get a date with her. She always made excuses, such as;

"I'm busy that night."

"I just want to focus on my job."

"I can't."

"I'm too busy for a relationship."

But he would never give up. She would never date him, mainly because her heart belong to someone else. A women. The French teacher, Françoise Bonnefoy. Oh, how in love she was with Ms. Bonnefoy. Their relationship started within the first week of school when Françoise came up to the (Hair Color)'s classroom and started flirting. It's been 5 months since that day. (Name) did get a bit jealous whenever the blonde would flirt with the geometry teacher, Ms. Kirkland, but she knew it was just in the french teacher's nature.

"Ms. (Last Name)? May I have a word with you outside?"

The English teacher looked up to see the blonde standing in the doorway of her class room.

"Um, sure. Give me a second."

The (Hair Color) put all her papers on the desk and walked to the door. She gently pushed the door open, looking around for the french woman.

"Françoise?" She said gently, not seeing the blonde.

She suddenly felt arms snake around her waist and lips attach themselves onto her neck. The (Hair Color) let out a small gasp and unwrapped the hands around her, whipping around quickly.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, mon amour? Pourquoi êtes-vous si sur le bord?" Françoise smirked.

"Françoise, please. You know that I can't understand what you say in french." (Name) stated.

The blonde pushed the (Nationality) against the wall behind her and slowly wrapped her arms around the (Hair Color)'s waist again.

"Sorry. I just wanted to know why you're zo on edge right now? Are you zcared zomeone will zee me showing you affection? Hm? Are you zcared zomeone will zee me do thiz?" The blonde lightly placed her lips on (Name)'s neck.

"Fran-"

"Or thiz?"

Françoise placed her lips on the edge of the (Hair Color)'s mouth.

"Plea-"

"Or thiz?"

The blonde pushed her lips onto (Name)'s forcefully, gliding her hands up and down the (Hair Color)'s pants. The (Hair Color) pushed the french teacher away slightly.

"You know I am. We might get caught like this someday and then we'll both be jobless." (Name) said, removing Françoise's arms from her waist once again.

"Rabat-joie." The blonde muttered.

"Excuse me?" (Name) raised her eyebrow slightly.

"Nothing. You know, you're too uptight about this situation."

"I'm just being safe. I don't want us to lose our jobs, okay? And, just to let you know, I'm not uptight! I'm fine with it when we're at home, but at school? I don't think so."

"And why not?" Françoise pouted.

"Again, we'll lose our jobs. Plus we're around students." (Name) said, crossing her arms.

"The students are old enough to know all this. Hell! They might be intimate too."

"Françoise, just... Please. Just not here. Okay?"

"Très bien." The blonde huffed.

"Good. Now I need to get back and make sure my students aren't cheating." The (Hair Color) said.

"Okay. Je t'aime." Françoise said, lightly kissing (Name) on the lips.

"I love you too. See you after school." She bit her lip lightly and walked into her classroom.

Unknown to the English Teacher that her students were listening to her conversation through a slit in the door.