Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 19:29:41 GMT
intro for pierce
It seemed to have been the hottest June they’d had in Salem for a good few years. If it wasn’t for classes, Teddy would have spent the entire day at the beach, topping up her tan. She didn’t mind so much, though – classes were what kept her sane, and teaching had been a very positive influence on her life recently. It was keeping her ego inflated – people loved her classes. They loved the sexiness, the sass she oozed into life in general. It was always nice to have people idolising over her work and especially over Teddy in general. Her skills, her body, everything. She lived for it and she was getting everything she wanted right now.
She had finished for the day and she was heading through town, back to her apartment. It was nice to have a place of her own now, not having to share with any of the mopey students she’d been assigned with in the past. Of course, Daemon stayed over a lot, but she loved spending time with him, so it didn’t matter too much to her.
The sun was hitting her bare shoulders, the rays highlighting her body in all the best places, her stomach looking more toned than ever. A single drop of sweat trickled down her back, leaving a moment of coolness as it did. She still got stares from people as she walked around town half naked, but most people were used to it by now. A lot of the students were outside today, taking in as much of the nice weather as they could. The ice cream parlour, in particular, was thriving, and Teddy grinned at memories she’d had there, memories with Chad Richardson. She shook them off, wondering what he was up to these days.
The apartments were only a short walk away, so she’d saved her shower for home, knowing she’d enjoy it a lot more! It only took her about ten minutes before she’d reached them, fishing for her keys in her dance bag. She could feel the air-con the moment she stepped into her apartment block, her skin puckering with goosebumps. She usually took the stairs, but her legs were already aching from classes, and she couldn’t be bothered to walk up to the 9th floor. The elevator doors were open, and she stepped straight in, resting herself against the wall. Somebody shouted for her to hold the doors, so pressing the button to open the doors, she spotted the man who the voice belonged to running into the lift. A familiar face, but she couldn’t figure out who it belonged to at first. Until it all clicked into place, a devilish grin spreading across her face.
It was Jackson Morris.
