After your quick and lucky escape, you were left thinking only of Cillian for the remainder of your night. That evening you had tried to do the homework he had set but your concentration was all over the place. It was even harder when you received a string of messages, the buzzing to hard to ignore for your already distracted mind. Giving up,
You picked up your phone to see a few messages from the man himself.
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Cillian:
That was a close one, ey?

Tom didn't even realise you'd gone since he spent the next 30 minutes trying to remove that extremely obvious stain

Honestly, I sometimes think that man is a baby in an overly large mans body :))

What are you up to tonight ?
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Reading the messages, you couldn't help but shake your head, letting out a small exhale of a laugh. You decided to reply.
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It was a close one but luckily my quick thinking MI6 training prepared me for man-sized babies. So you'll have me to thank for that. ;))

And I am currently doing the homework YOU so kindly set, thank you again for that sir.

Cillian:
You're so very welcome, you've left a bit late haven't you? The night before, tut tut miss l/n. If I remember correctly, that piece of homework was set last Friday.

You:
Yeah well I've been busy, okay? It doesn't help that you're messaging me, DISTRACTING me, which one might call highly unprofessional .

Cillian:
Well I think the fact that we're texting at the moment means that unprofessional is out of the question. And if I'm distracting you I deeply apologise miss l/n but it does raise the question, why have you decided to do it the night before?

You:
Right again, sir. Maybe I should focus rather than wasting my time sir.

Cillian:
It would be wise.
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Putting the phone down with a smirk, you managed to get a thought process going to help you finish your work. For the next five minutes you managed to get stuck into it when your phone buzzed a final time.

Cillian:
Call me sir again and we'll find a better use of both of our time, goodnight miss l/n.
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The next day was rather a quick one, you and Abbie had sped through the day one man short on account of Tyler being "ill", however you both knew that by ill he meant ill use of time management since he had NOT done the homework after such a long time available to do it. He was ill enough to miss school but not ill enough, however, to drop his permission slip at your house for you to take in for him. To be safe, you gave him a right bollocking before shooing him away from your house and back to his own.
So with just the two of you, you walked to your last lesson of the day, English.

Walking in to the classroom, you set your bags down on the table, unpacking and simultaneously collapsing into your chairs with loud huffs. "Is it the end of the day yet ?" Abbies tired voice came out. Looking at your phone, you saw there was still an hour left. "Ab, we just sat down. Sirs not even late we're just early." She groaned, sliding down her chair more. You looked at her incredulously, "didn't you notice were the only ones here ?" She looked around you, confused when her face took on a look of surprise. "Oh, so we are" You shook your head at her with painful disappointment. "You're on one today, you are." Before she could reply, Mr Murphy walked in the door with his leather messenger back hanging from his left shoulder and a black flask in his right hand. He initially didn't notice the pair of you until he set his things down on his desk and looked up. With raised eyebrows, he spoke "Oh, good afternoon ladies. We're a bit early aren't we ?" Trying to hide your smile, you replied "We didn't want to miss a minute of our favourite lesson with one of our favourite teachers." With one raise eyebrow, he said "One of your favourite teachers" "Yeah, you're in Abbies top 5"
Abbie let out a little snort from next to you as you bit your lip to hide your own. Cillian looked up at you amused, with mock offence. But that moment of banter came to an end as the bell went and the class filed in.

Cillian pulled himself together, straightening out his papers and his jacket; running a hand through his hair just to make it more presentable before walking to the front of the class. "Good afternoon, guys. Hope you've all had a good day. And I hope you've all brought your permission slips." Although his words were positive, his face was blank and tone unbothered. As usual. You, and the rest of the class, all started to rifle through your bags to retrieve said slips. As you and Abbie brought yours out, including Tyler's, you took note of the people around you with slight panic on their faces as they couldn't immediately find them, then the instant wave of relief once they emptied their bags. Cillian was making his way along the tables to collect them when eventually he got to you. "Got your slip, y/n ?" With a proud smile you straightened up and handed him two. "Even better, I've got two." Taking them off you with a confused face, it faded to an understanding nod once he read them both. "How kind of you." He, sarcastically, remarked. You gave him a sly tip of a smirk and looked back down to your work.

At the end of the lesson, you once again took your time packing up. Abbie abs orchestra after class so she didn't wait as usual, having to rush out of the class herself. Meaning no excuses to be made.
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"Guess what." You spoke up. "What ?" He replied, still engrossed in whatever work he was doing. "Guess !" You protested. He looked up at nothing in particular, taking a deep breath in in contemplation. "You're an eighth Italian?" He jested, with a sarcastic tone you replied "How did you guess?"
With a smile, he gestured with a shrug.

Rolling your eyes at his childishness, you continued. "It's my birthday next Saturday." He looked up at you with an open mouth. "Really ! Well that's exciting...isn't it ?" He sounded unsure but your face didn't really give away how you were feeling. "I'm 18." Chuckling at you, he teased. "Congratulations." Letting out a small tut, you prompted him, since he still didn't quite get it. "And now that I'm 18 that means.." His eyes darted around in confusion yet his smile remained. "You can go See an 18
in the cinema?" You're smirk dropped to a disappointed and unamused expression. "You're not funny." He closed his eyes as he let out a small laugh at your childlike pout, turning back to his papers. "And you know that's not what I meant." Hopping off the desk, you stood over him; looking down with a smirk. He looked up, seeing the mischief in your eyes but still chose to remain in the dark. In a strained yet quiet voice, he replied. "What did you mean ?" "It means..." With a mischievous look, you slinked yourself onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck but still leaving a distance between your faces. "...that you and I ... could have a little birthday celebration." Trying to hide the tightness Cillianwas starting to feel, he quickly deflected. " Twister?" But with a smirk, you brought your face closer to his looking down at his lips as he stared at you with slight nervousness. "If that's what you want to call it, but I warn you, twisters my favourite game." He let out a hearty chuckle, that resonated in his chest, at your antics. Pecking you on the lips softly, he mumbled with a warm smile " You minx".

You returned his soft smile, you're heart melted when he gave it to you since you could see it in his eyes how earnest it was; warming you up all over. You decided to get up since you had started to feel something while you sat and you didn't want to torture him too much today. So you glided back to the seat opposite.

Once you got up, Cillian took the chance to readjust himself slightly. It wasn't too noticeable, thankfully. But when he looked up at you focusing on the paper in-front of you, another smile came across his face as he watched yours scrunch in concentration. It was a comfortable silence that filled the room, one that shows how content you can be in the right persons company.

It was his idea to refrain from any sexual encounters. You were still underage and as much as he cringed when he thought about it, he liked to think he had some decency or moral value left in him. But god knows he wanted to, he wanted you.

So did you.
....
Want him ...that is.

But did either of you know how much ?

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Hello, my lovelies. I'm back and I am mortified I've left this so long , unfortunately I may not be so quick to update again since I'm in the middle of exams and I finally had a tiny gap but can you believe I've been doing exams for six straight weeks. Madness. Hopefully, you haven't all given up on this story and you're lives are going well at the moment, I appreciate all the support and once again I am sorry. It's extremely endearing to still see all of your comments and the ones that ask me to update soon, so this is for you all.

^^^
How I imagine you all to react to my 50th apology, just fed up at this point I imagine.