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Good Morning Little Schoolgirl	By : Linda_Linda Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is unfortunately a work of FICTION (the OC is, uhm, high-school me). I do not know Jimmy Page or Led Zeppelin. I make NO money from this. Pairing: Jimmy Page/author.

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~CHAPTER ONE~
But enough about the past. Today, I’m doing my scales, warming up, when the principal contacts all the teachers and tells them there’s a blizzard coming. I’m not surprised. There’s been over a foot of snow already and the temperatures are ridiculously low, so what would they expect?
Jimmy, however, must have expected otherwise. He did plan to walk me (halfway) home today. His beautiful green eyes widen when he hears the news. He’s on the phone, talking to the principal, and at the sound of his voice I discreetly mute the guitar strings and pretend to clean my nails with the pick.
“Uh-huh. Yes. I understand. An early dismissal? You’re not serious?” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. I’ll tell them.” He hangs up. “Class”- he looks only at me –“there’s a snowstorm on its way and the principal has decided to end school early so everyone can get home before the storm does.”
The words “end school early” begin the chain reaction of students haphazardly folding up their music stands and putting away their instruments in a hurry to leave. I move quickly as well, but with a completely different goal in mind. I glance out the window and sure enough, powdery white snow covers everything. The sky blends in with the trees which merge into the rooftops. It’s hard to see very far away.
When I get to my locker, I can’t find my coat. To leave unprotected from the weather would give anyone frostbite. I look everywhere, each class I go to, every hall I walked through today, every restroom stall. Apparently I search a long time, because before I know it the school is empty and quiet...until Jimmy grabs my shoulder.
“Where have you been?! The storm is coming. C’mon!”
“But I can’t find my coat!”
“You can share mine. Let’s go.” We walk out and the sky is an ominous shade of gray, fair warning to those stupid or desperate enough to walk home. The snow crunches under our feet as we walk past the parking lot.
“Wait – don’t you have a car?” I ask.
“Yeah, but it won’t run,” he says. The wind whistles and sends chills up my spine. I shiver and Jimmy puts half of his huge fur coat around me. I snuggle into it gratefully. A few snowflakes begin to fall and I am lulled into a false sense of fair weather.
“See, it’s not that bad out here.”
As soon as those words pass my lips, I regret saying them. Jinx or no jinx, a large wet snowflake hits me in the eye and I wipe it off. But another one blows past Jimmy’s ear, then a couple more and oh shit, it’s snowing heavily within seconds.
“I told you to hurry up!” he groans.
“I’m sorry...I just wanted my coat.”
“I know,” he says. “But you have mine. And we get to share while I walk you home. Isn't that nice?”
I try to say yes, it is, but a gust of wind takes my breath away. When I get it back, the snow is coming down even worse and the temperature seems to have dropped about a million degrees. As we walk, I shiver and press myself against Jimmy for body heat. He puts his arm around my waist and I do the same to him. If one of us gets lost in this whiteout, we’re both doomed.
We stumble into a snowbank and I feel gobs of snow make themselves at home in the tops of my boots. The snow slides down with every step I take and numbs my feet. We walk hurriedly, but foot power is useless compared to the speed and climate control of an automobile.
After about ten minutes of walking (but not talking – fighting the wind is tiring enough), the top of my head is tingling. My hat is in my coat pocket, and my coat is lost. Go figure, Linda. Lose your coat and walk home – real smart!
Five minutes later we’re, oh, about two blocks from where we started. The wind’s a bitch and my feet ache. I can’t go on foot much longer.
“Jimmy!” I have to yell his name a few times to make myself heard over the wind. “Jimmy, we’re never gonna get there! It’s on the other side of town!”
“It’s alright, Linda,” he replies. “We can go to my house, it’s right up the street!”
“But my feet are going numb!”
“Why the hell didn't you say so?” he asks and brushes some snow off my back and out of my hair. Then he pulls me into his enormous fur coat and kisses my forehead. “Here, wrap your legs around my waist and put your arms around my neck. Hold on tight.” I do, burying my face in Jimmy’s neck and shoulder. “Crikey, your nose is cold.”
Being carried by Jimmy is even more fun than I thought. With every step, our bodies rub together under the coat. I can feel his boner against me, and I become slightly aroused. Try as I might I cannot ignore it, not that I’d want to.
When Jimmy and I come in from the cold winter storm, I’m a little woozy with frostbite. My nose tingles and my hands hurt and itch, deep down in the joints, the bones themselves. My feet, in their soaking wet and frozen boots, are numb and probably blue. Despite being wrapped up in Jimmy’s fur coat, I’m shivering like a windup toy. He notices this and lets me keep it on as he sets me down on the couch. I try to unlace my boots, but have trouble; my hands are clumsy with cold. Wordlessly he kneels down and takes off my boots for me, leaving my hands free to knock the icicles out of my hair.
The storm is raging just outside, freezing and snow-coating everything in its path. And I’m inside Jimmy’s house, getting warmer but not dry, and he’s here with me - Anything could happen. I smile slightly and lay my head back on the sofa. I’m so tired, and it’s so nice and warm in here...
When I open my eyes at last, he’s taking off my socks. He whistles when he sees the blue, blistered, cold-to-the-touch flesh.
“I’m gonna go get some hot water. Your feet are totally destroyed.” He lets his hand brush my knee as he gets up. He exits, startles and turns to tell me something else: “While I’m gone, you can just get rid of those frozen blue jeans. And your sweater’s ruined too.” I nod and he exits once more.
I wriggle out of the fur coat and look down at my snow-soaked clothes. Wow, my sweater IS ruined. And my pants legs are stiff with moisture. I push my jeans down my legs and chuck them on the floor next to my boots and socks. They land with a moist thump. I pull my sweater off over my head and see that the snow soaked through, all the way to my bra! Now what? Should I just-?
What the hell. I pull it off too and cover up again with Jimmy’s coat. It smells like Jimmy, like man, and I sigh. The fur tickles my skin and I’m taken back to the time we first embraced in the filing room a few months ago. He whispered in my ear and ran his hands up my back, and I nearly swoon at the memory. I close my eyes, sleepy and bored, and drift off.
I wake up to a vaguely familiar feeling. It goes away, and then comes back again, warmer this time. A well-known voice sounds panicked:
“Linda. Linda, are you alright?”
My eyes pop open as Jimmy kisses me again. I exclaim incoherently and pull the coat tighter around myself.
“Oh god. I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I thought you stopped breathing.”
“I’m fine, babe,” I reply. Oh shit. Did that just slip out? Please don’t notice! Wait! No! No! Notice it, please! I want you!
He seems not to have noticed. He moves the bucket of hot water closer so I can put my feet in. The warmth is invigorating.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He runs his hand through the collar length waves of his hair and looks at the floor, smiling rather awkwardly. “I was just trying to give you the kiss of life.”
I giggle. “Could I look at some of your books?”
“Sure. And if they’re on the higher shelves, use the ladder.” He smiles, feelings in a new light, and hands me a clean sweater and a pair of his pants on the way out. “Well, put some clothes on, girl” – he says this in a very sweet, teasingly playful tone - “and I’m gonna fix us some tea, then we can play a little.”
Guitar or what? I think as he winks and disappears down a hall. Safely out of sight, I dress, allowing myself the shudder I've been holding in for so long. God, that man is sexy. Even through his stuffy formal clothes, I can see the broadness of his shoulders, slim waist, nice wrists and ankles. And my my my my my, that HAIR. How nice it would feel brushing against my legs…
Snap out of it! I tell myself. He’s a teacher, just hot and not much older than you.
The clothes fit alright. Weirdly enough, we’re about the same size. I turn my attention to the bookcase. So he has Complete Music Theory, Volume 1½. I've always wanted to read it. According to some, it holds the secrets of music - how to write a great song, how to play a cover and make it sound like the original, and much more.
Another book, a small, unlabeled hardback, catches my attention and I page through it. It’s not a book at all; it’s just blank pages. Maybe it's a secret journal! I'd hate to be invading anyone's privacy. I put it back where I found it.
Something rustles behind me and I turn. I know I’m alone, but…
And Jimmy’s standing right there in the hallway, so quietly, poking his head and one hand around the corner, a glint in his eye like he wants to come closer. How long has he been there? I feel complimented and violated at the same time.
He notices me looking at him and smiles.
“Just checking,” he says quickly and walks away down the hall.
I start to follow, in hopes of confronting him, but I stop. What difference would it make? He watched me dress; how would getting angry about it change anything?
I shrug and return to the bookcase, climbing the ladder to the top where Complete Music Theory, Volume 1½ is shelved. It looks like it’s at least three inches thick and quite heavy too. Stepping up a rung, I get close enough to grab hold of it. I try to pull it out but it stays in place.
I pull harder and almost jump out of my skin when Jimmy calls my name. “Linda?”
“Aaaaah!” I turn round to see him, losing my balance, the klutz that I am, and the ladder is suddenly no longer under my feet. The book and I are falling, falling, and I hear china shatter as, almost in unison, the ladder tips over with me, the book hits me in the chest, and I give a strangled gasp. Jimmy screams in anguish when I hit the floor and everything fades to black.
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