Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Body heat's right, Zora agreed with a predatory grin. Gotta huddle up like penguins in this weather. And there's nothing nicer than watching the cold outside while drinking hot chocolate inside. Her shoulder leaned gently against his as they looked over her notes and Mr. Taylor went into detail about the War of the Roses. She'd paid attention in class mostly, so of course she didn't learn anything new. Instead she focused on him, on the way his lips formed words, on how his muscles moved under his shirt. She could only imagine what those lips could do, how pretty it would be to watch those muscles strain against proper restraints. Is there anything else you'd like a refresher on? Zora looked thoughtful for a minute. Sooo...Henry VII was Henry VIII's father, right? I had heard that they were brothers, and Henry VIII changed his name after his brother died and married his brother's widow, Catherine of Aragon. She listened to his explanation, nodding in the appropriate places, then glanced back at her notes for a moment before returning her attention to him. So if the house was Tudor, why were they called the Lancasters? Again she listened, though the answer wasn't important to her. Stretching as though they had been reviewing for very long, though it had only been perhaps half an hour, she looked into her mug. Know what else I could use a refresher on? Hot chocolate. I'll be right back. She was careful to accidentally tip her bag over as she stood up. When the bag tipped over five Polaroid pictures spilled out onto the cushion next to Jordan. They were of Zora in various states of undress, taken apparently without her knowledge. In one her back was to the camera but her arms were stretched over her head as she removed a shirt, leaving the side of her breast visible. In another she bent over, looking for something, revealing lacy panties beneath her short uniform skirt. A third saw her facing the camera in a towel, though apparently unaware of its presence, with her damp, curly hair falling around her shoulders. In the fourth Zora's shirt was unbuttoned and she roamed around her room in her bra, her full breasts nearly spilling over the cups. The last picture she was completely nude, but the way the windows backlit her in a golden light made it to where nothing terribly scandalous was visible the graceful arch of her back, the curve of her flank, the side of her soft, round breast, and the only part of her that the lighting hadn't interfered with were her long, smooth, shapely legs. Zora watched out of the corner of her eye and glanced over every now and then to watch Mr. Taylor's reaction. Would he pocket them? Would he put them back in her bag? Would he even bring it up to her? He'd been watching her touch herself almost every school day for a month and a half and hadn't said anything she was curious to see whether he would draw the line or if all she had to do now was reel him in. Sorry that took so long, Zora said breathlessly as she returned to the couch. I was getting hungry, figured you would be too, so I figured we could split a sandwich. I didn't know whether you eat meat so just to be on the safe side I got one of those caprese paninis. She took her place next to him on the couch, their shoulders touching again, and cleared a space amongst all the papers in order to set down her drink and the sandwich. So, she said as she took up her half of the panini, got any big weekend plans?