There was something firm pressing against her abdomen, through the layers of clothes, although her layers had been considerably disrupted. Zelda arched an eyebrow as she wondered what, exactly, that firmness was coming from - but there was really only one option. Oh. She hadn't known, previously, that those did that.
In the time she spent contemplating that, Mr. Darrow moved away. Zelda remained, frozen, on top of him, with her cheeks burning.
"We were," she said. He was right. They were supposed to go dancing. And now they were - what? What were they going to do, what did she want to do? This was a loaded question -- her brain was starting to catch up with their actions, but her skin was on fire everywhere they touched. So she shunted the question off on Mr. Darrow:
"What do you want to do?" Zelda whispered.
In the time she spent contemplating that, Mr. Darrow moved away. Zelda remained, frozen, on top of him, with her cheeks burning.
"We were," she said. He was right. They were supposed to go dancing. And now they were - what? What were they going to do, what did she want to do? This was a loaded question -- her brain was starting to catch up with their actions, but her skin was on fire everywhere they touched. So she shunted the question off on Mr. Darrow:
"What do you want to do?" Zelda whispered.
![[Image: xXXD462.png]](https://i.imgur.com/xXXD462.png)
AMAZING set by MJ