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The Object Of Desire - Chapter One (A Fresh Face)

Summary: Someone new arrives at St. Mathilde's just as things calm down after the enigmatic Fiamma's departure. (AU where Fiamma returns to Spain before Miss G can take things too far.)

Word Count: 1,130

Warnings: Obsession, hints of future minor/adult relationship

A/N: Miss G will be referred to as Camille, as she was never addressed by a first name in the film.

Following Fiamma, Camille did not think she’d ever feel desire again. No one and nothing could ignite her passion as the strangely exotic girl once had. It broke something within her when Fiamma left. She’d never even gotten close to the girl, though no matter if she had, nothing would have been close enough for Camille's liking.

She performed her duties as she must, but lacking any of her usual luster and flair. She taught her girls their lessons and supervised her once treasured diving team, but her day to day always felt hollowed out; empty. She was positively devoid of feeling, and some days she wished only to scream. At least the rawness of her throat afterwards would be a feeling of some sort. Yet she resisted the urge.

It was torturous for Camille to not have something, or rather someone, to focus her thoughts. Someone to impress, charm, woo, that’s what she needed. She could regale the girls with tale after tale, both real and made up, but she never wanted attention from the masses. No, Camille wants singular devotion, one person to be sucked in by her as she is by her desire for them. And that was what was missing.

One morning, after suffering a particularly dull and dreary week prior, Camille woke up to a shift in the air. She wasn’t renewed with hope, but more of a cautious optimism. And it turns out she had a right to be optimistic. A new arrival was to brighten her day exponentially. It was at mealtime when she first crossed paths with the newest student at St. Mathilde's.

Aerla Grae came from Ireland. A recent incident that was not entirely divulged to Camille, had resulted in fifteen-year-old Aerla's transfer to the school. Camille was advised to keep a close eye on her. Following her colleague's gaze, Camille's own eyes first landed on Aerla, and she decided in that moment alone, that keeping watch of her was not going to be a problem.

Aerla sat alone at the end of one of the tables, keeping her distance from the other girls. Camille watched as she tucked her mass of red curls behind her ear in order to eat. Camille drew a deep, silent breath as she became transfixed by Aerla's every small movement.

It was apparent to her that she was nothing like Fiamma, not in looks, nor, Camille suspected, in personality, as Fiamma had been such a social creature, where it appeared Aerla had a much more individual nature. Aerla had also arrived here from another country, but that's where her similarity to Fiamma ended. Yet, all the same, Camille was utterly enchanted.

Spotting an open seat across the table from Aerla, Camille left her colleagues in favor of making the acquaintance of the newest member of their little school. As she slid into the vacancy, she caught the girl's attention. Aerla paused, fork halfway to her mouth, as the soft breeze from this stranger's arrival ghosted over her face. She sat down the bite of food and tilted her head, regarding the woman with curiosity.

"Miss Gribben," Camille introduced, offering her hand to Aerla from across the table. She briefly considered giving the girl her first name, but thought it best to stick to a more formal approach for now. Camille's heart leaped to her throat when Aerla took her hand to give it an awkward shake.

"Name's Aerla Grae, Miss," Aerla replied politely, though there was an edge to her voice that seemed to Camille as if the girl would rather have not been disturbed. At that, Camille should have left, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Instead, she stayed, remaining quiet so as not to disturb her further. Some of the other girls at the table cast suspicious glances down their way, but one glare from Camille and they went about their own business once more.

They were isolated at their end of the table, just as Camille wanted it to be. There was a danger in numbers. It had been that way with Fiamma. She vowed then that it would be different with Aerla. She wouldn’t let anyone come between them. Despite her efforts not to stare, Camille's eyes wandered back to Aerla time after time. She wanted to ask questions, get to know her, but the girl's standoffish tone gave her pause. She couldn’t push, or she’d resist, just as Fiamma had.

Camille attempted to push the thoughts of Fiamma out of her head. That was the past. She only need think of her in order to not repeat her past mistakes. It would only serve to depress and anger her to think of the wretched girl now. Now she had Aerla to think of. Aerla deserved her at her best, not sullen and moody. And she would prove herself in time. She just had to figure Aerla out and be what she needed her to be.

A thought nagged at the back of Camille's mind. In spite of herself, she voiced it. "Tell me, what exactly was it that brought you to St. Mathilde’s?"

Aerla seemed surprised by the question, as she froze, eyes widened. After she swallowed her bite of food, she answered with another question. "What have you been told?" She sounded accusatory, as if Camille already knew the truth of her situation and still wanted to hear the confession from her own lips.

"Only that there was an incident that resulted in you leaving your previous school for this one," Camille informed gently. Aerla seemed quick to anger, and that was the last thing Camille wanted to leave as a first impression.

"It was harmless," Aerla began in defense of herself, leaning in so as her story would reach Camille's ears only. "I kissed one of the girls at my last school." Camille's heart pounded in her chest at Aerla's admission. It began thudding so loudly in her ears that she feared she wouldn’t be able to hear the rest of Aerla's story. "We got caught in the stairway and the stupid girl blamed me. Said I'd taken advantage of her, when she wanted me to do it, but was too ashamed to admit to it. So I was expelled and sent here. I’m surprised they didn’t tell you. They had no problem telling everyone else as if I’m some sort of monster."

"You're not a monster," Camille was quick to reply. "You followed your heart, your desire, and that is the most important thing in life." This elicited a smile from Aerla, as Camille suspected she may have been the first one to stand up for her and take her side in this matter. Perhaps this would be her way into Aerla's heart.

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-> Chapter Two

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The Object Of Desire — Chapter Eight (Somewhere Only We Know)

Summary: After realizing it was Camille who’d seen her in the forest clearing, Aerla decides to go back, this time inviting Camille to go with her. But what happens in the forest, doesn’t always stay there.

Word Count: 1,026

Warnings: Student/Teacher Relationship

A/N: I’d give my right arm for someone to draw that kiss scene.

So it had been her out in the woods. Camille was the one to spot her. Had she followed her there? It seemed unlikely that she would have just stumbled upon the clearing at the same time Aerla was there, if at all. It wasn’t easily visible from the grounds, so she would have had to follow her there. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. Had it been anyone else, Aerla would have been angry. A violation of her privacy and at having her peace disturbed would be enough to have put her in a sour mood for days. Yet here she was, entertaining the idea of inviting Camille along next time. Just the two of them, tucked away, alone in the woods.

It was not a decision meant to be rushed into, so she took much of the week to think it over. They were friends, confidantes, and if Aerla was to trust anyone enough to let them into her secret sanctuary, it would be Camille. But she couldn’t just come out and ask her. There was no place safe enough to be absolutely certain of avoiding prying eyes and ears. So perhaps a note. One in code, so should it be intercepted, the thief will think it innocuous. She began to work on it immediately.

Out in the sticks, we did tread

One flash of silver, then you fled

Please come again at week's end

This time, an invited friend

It was only a simple short poem. She’d never been the most eloquent of writers but it was more a message between the two of them than anything else. Anyone else who may view it might see it as no more than an classroom assignment, but she trusted that in Camille's hand its meaning would be clear.

She slipped the invitation under Camille's door at the end of the day as she made her way to her bed for the night. It would only be a couple of days before she’d know if Camille would decode the letter and accept her invitation. Perhaps she should have been concerned about being caught, but the thrill of anticipation stifled any fears she had.

When the day in question finally rolled around, Aerla stood outside just below the hill that led to the woods. A chill of the late October air blustered past her, blowing her hair in her face. Her heart pounded beneath her warm woolen coat as she pulled it tighter around herself.

She didn’t know if she should wait for Camille where she was, or if she should go out to the clearing and wait there. In all fairness, she didn’t know if she was coming at all. She’d given no indication that she’d received her message. With a shake of her head, she had her answer.

As she moved her hair out from her eyes, she spotted Camille coming down the hill towards her. Looks like they’d be walking to the clearing together. "You got my invitation," Aerla said.

"Very cryptic," Camille replied. "But I was glad to accept. Have you been waiting long?"

Aerla and Camille fell into step with one another as they approached the trees. "Not terribly long. I realize I didn’t specify the time," she confessed.

"You did not, but I expected it would be the end of the day when everyone had gone in." They exchanged a smile as they entered the woods, and Camille reached out, brushing her hand against Aerla's, but not quite making the leap to take hold of it. They were quiet after that until they reached the clearing. Even the birds had gone mostly silent, and it was only the rustling of leaves under their feet and those blowing in the wind that could really be heard.

Sitting next to each other on the fallen tree, Aerla finally broke the silence. "I found this place shortly after I came here. I’ve only been a couple of times, but I like the privacy. When I realized you saw me here, I…" She paused a moment. "I decided I wanted to share it with you. It could be someplace we share away from the rest of the world."

"And you want that? To have some place that is meant only for you and I?"

"Yes. I think I’d like that very much."

Another gust of wind blew through trees, spinning the leaves from the forest floor around them. As the leaves began to settle and the wind died down, Camille tucked some of Aerla's unruly hair behind her ear and leaned in, kissing her gently. If Aerla thought her heart was racing before, now it was threatening to break free from her chest entirely.

Camille was feeling much the same, though her pounding heart was not from butterflies of excitement, but dread. She hadn’t planned on kissing Aerla. She had no idea if she’d be receptive to even the idea of it, but the moment that the wind stirred up the leaves, Aerla had just looked so beautiful that she’d acted on impulse. Now she was scared of the consequences of those impulses.

But Aerla did not shove her off, did not run away. Her soft, youthful lips had kissed Camille back in earnest. Her hands had pulled her closer. Her desire was not met with repulsion as it had been before. And Aerla was just as lost in the bliss of the moment as Camille. While her first kiss had ended in scandal and disaster, her second fulfilled the promise all the storybooks made.

They did not remain in the forest long after. The chill of the wind had them wishing to be back to the safety and relative warmth of the school. The walk back out of the forest and up the hill to school grounds was spent hand in hand, both of them grinning at each other until their cheeks began to cramp. It had been a magical evening that transpired between them, but paradise was not without its snake in the grass. Di Radfield had been watching from the window as they made their way across the lawn.

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Chapter Seven <- 🩵 -> Chapter Nine

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