Nico & Violet

"Why was his name James?" Nico wanted to know. Violet rolled her eyes as if he was asking far too many questions. "Was he your first love?"

Violet looked at him as if he was way off. She went on about cleaning up. James was only here to eat. It wasn't like she knew he would be so talkative, but evidently, Nico had noticed. Violet couldn't help but smile. Nico had a jealous strick after all.

"He just remembered I was in his music class." She told him. "I was in his first year of teaching." Although, she hated to admit she was not the best student. She couldn't remember anything about music. She was very off key, and yes, she may have had a crush on him, but she wouldn't think of him as her first love by any means.

"But." Nico pressed his lips tight and stared at her with his big woeful sad eyes. "He remembered you."

She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal. He was popular with so many of the students. Naturally, he might as well have been a rock idol.

Violet went on to help Nico get the kitchen in order so they could go upstairs. She didn't want to stay in the hot kitchen any more than she had too. She didn't know how he could take the heat, but she knew he'd grown up always helping out in the kitchen.

"What do you think he wanted?" Nico asked a half hour later once they got home and he slipped off his shirt.

"Well, it wasn't me." She winced. "He thought I was a baby back then in middle school. He thinks I'm one now, too." She sighed.

Maybe he was shocked that she actually grew up. Oh, she didn't know and really didn't care. Frankly, all she wanted to do was to put on her undershirt and panties. Usually, Nico was always overdressed, but it was true it was starting to feel like summer in Seoul.

Funny, how that happened. So many cold days. In fact, months. In spite of the heat, she could see he was worried.

"Stop," Violet turned him to look at her. "He was only my teacher." She pinched his shoulder. He just couldn't relax, but it didn't take her long to have him on his stomach in bed. She proceeded to kneed all that misery out of him.

"You, are hard to figure out," She said as she was straddling his back. "One minute I think you hate me so much and the next you're afraid I'll leave you."

Nico sighed with his hands tucked under his chin.

"You know, how I feel about you." He mumbled.

"Maybe." Violet wasn't so sure, but they were both getting used to each other. After all, she was this close to him. Skin touching skin. She nursed her bottom lip as she continued to rub his back.

He said nothing. After a while, she heard a light snore. Yes, he could snore on his stomach