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They have an comparative assignment due in a couple of days on language use in The Taming of the Shrew versus Henry VIII, and Anna’s pretty sure Elsa’s going to set the bar pretty high. She’s quiet and studious and never fails to surprise and interest. She’s a little too quiet, Anna thinks to herself sometimes. She doesn’t seem to have many friends. But, she doesn’t seem unhappy. Just wants to do well on her studies, perhaps.



They’ve been emailing back and forth, Elsa checking and double-checking whether her assignment (form of common adjectives) falls within the correct parameters. They’ve pretty much squared away the issues, which is why Anna’s a little surprised to get one more email from her student. It’s titled ‘Rough Draft 2’ which is fair enough.

Thus far, Elsa’s hasn’t submitted any drafts, though the criteria sheet does say that they can have the teacher make sure they’re on the right path. Anna’s just about to go to bed, but hey, she likes Elsa. If the girl is up this late worrying about her assignment, the least Anna could do, while she’s up, is check it for her.

There’s no title yet. Or, not one that Ana can make out. She honestly has no idea what “m!AU NSFW TyZula” means, but hey. If it makes sense to Elsa, that’s all that matters at this stage.

Anna skips the introduction, because she knows it’ll bias her with the rest of the essay. If she knows what Elsa’s going to talk about, then she’ll look for it. This way, the content has to be up to par. She’s a little confused for the first sentence because, already, this… doesn’t really sound like an academic assignment. It’s too. Flowery. Informal. She skips a couple of paragraphs, only for her hand to dart to her mouth.

“…her hand against my breast, and I bit back a gasp. Ngah! Oh Spirits. I knew fire burned, but this, this was different. With all my flexibility, the handcuffs locked around my wrists only deepened the heat in my pussy. I felt a hard slap on my bare ass, even as her other hand made soft scratches down my belly, and only descending further.



‘Oh, so wet already-’”

Anna slams the lid of her laptop shut, eyes wide.

Oh. Gosh.

She’s distracted when her phone gives a beep. There’s another email from Elsa. She almost doesn’t want to open it, but it’s better to get this over with.

Hi Miss Arendelle.

I hope you slept well.

Please ignore the previous email, it was an older draft. Feel free to delete it, as the updated copy is attached to this email.

Good day,

Elsa

Oh gosh. Quickly tapping out a reply, a quick, “I’ll read that one in the morning,” Anna puts her phone on silent and her computer back on the desk. She’s just about to fall asleep, really, when her eyes jolt open and her stomach curls in on itself.

That one. She’ll read that one, as though she has (and she has) already read the other one.

She has no idea how she’s supposed to face Elsa tomorrow. Quiet, studious…kinky Elsa.

(via ingridverse)