I think this goes without saying, but totally not at all safe for work, very explicit, pure smut ahead.
This little fic came to me and wouldn't get out of my head, i'm still working on Surprise! and will have it out soon as well as the next chapter of TTAFH, but both are very dramatic at the moment and apparently I was in the mood for writing smut... so, enough of my ramblings, on with the show... ahem, story.

Shameless Smut


So, there's this girl at my work, and I am totally, completely, insanely, head over heels in love with her…

And she has no idea.

We've been working at the same company for the last six months, and from the very first moment I saw her, I knew she was the one.

She was the very first person I saw when I walked into that big building, her strawberry-blonde hair drew my eyes straight to her, the way it glinted in the sun, tied into her – what I soon came to realise – trademark twin braids. She was facing away from me, but the breeze blew when I opened the door sending all her papers flying. She turned to look at me and I felt my heart stop. Her eyes, my goodness her eyes, so unique and expressive, blue-green, and no matter how much I thought about them – and I thought about them a lot – I could never find anything compare them to.

I had raced forward, spluttering apologies shyly, I couldn't believe it, my very first day, and the moment I walk in the door I'm already stuffing up. But she just laughed and my god, I found myself melting. It was a beautiful melody, a symphony and I longed to hear it on repeat, I felt that like sound alone could brighten up my darkest days.

I helped her pick up the papers and when I handed them back to her, our fingers brushed, and I swear I felt a jolt of electricity pulse through my arm.

I've got to know a lot about her over time, like how sweet and kind and caring and selfless she is, how she has a weakness for chocolate and sandwiches and how her favourite season is winter. How she only chews sweet foods on the left side of her mouth and how, when she's shy, she blushes brighter than the morning sun and tucks her hair behind her ear – even when there's nothing there to tuck back.

She always puts everyone before herself, and never judges a book by its cover, she always gives everyone the benefit of the doubt.

She has the most beautiful freckled skin, like a constellation of stars painted by the gods on a flawless canvas, the girl radiated beauty from the inside out, there wasn't a single part of her that was blemished.

There was something about her that lit me up from within, perhaps it was her happy nature, or her loving heart, maybe her broad smile or her innocent eyes, maybe it was her stubbornness or fiery personality or her ability to light up a room with just the quirk of her lips.

Whatever it was, she had me enraptured. I had fallen, hard and the worst part is… I don't even think she knows who I am.


I'm at my desk, I have a mountain of paperwork beside me, emails clogging up my inbox and building plans on my computer, all waiting to be assessed, all waiting for my expertise and knowledge to give them the go ahead to move on to the next phase, and I'm drowning in it.

"Hi Elsa." A melodious voice chirps behind me and I freeze.

It's her and I am completely frozen, I can't turn, I can't move, I can't even breathe. My eyes are trained on the screen in front of me, staring but not seeing, I didn't even know she knew my name.

You see, I'm kind of a loner, I come to the office, bury my head in my work and get on with the day. I don't mean to shut people out, it's just that I'm shy, like really, really shy, and I was home schooled so making friends isn't one of my strengths, especially when beautiful women are involved.

I've earnt myself a nickname here, 'Ice Queen', they all call me. It used to bother me, people thinking that I was cold and heartless, but now I barely even notice it, people stay away from me, I stay away from them and I get a lot more done without having to worry about interpersonal relationships… at least, I do when she's not around.

"Uh, Elsa…" Her voice breaks me from my reverie, then a warm hand on my shoulder makes me jump. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I uh, didn't mean to startle you, it's just… Weselton needs us to get a few things from the supply closet and I was err… kinda wondering if you could help me… maybe… if you're y'know, not too busy or anything…" She trails off, she sounds shy, insecure for some reason, maybe even nervous… this was certainly not the girl I'd grown to know and love.

I look at her finally, her eyes are avoiding mine, they're staring straight down at the old and worn carpet beneath our feet and she's tucking her hair behind her ear again. I look back to my computer, to the pile of papers beside it and the hear the soft ding notifying me of yet another email.

I turn back to her, I see her eyes skitter away from mine as if she was afraid to be caught looking at me. Her head droops as she tugs on her braid and all I want to do is place my fingers under her chin and bring those unique orbs back up to meet mine again.

She shifts beside me, nervously shuffling her feet, I still haven't spoken, and I know she's waiting, but I just can't seem to get my voice to work when I'm around her.

"Oh… err. I can see you're busy… sorry for uh, interrupting… I'll just… go." She sounds upset, disappointed perhaps.

I suddenly come to my senses and stand, earning a surprised squeak from the redhead. "I'll come!" I blurt and immediately curse myself because, god, that was loud and obnoxious and really, really not like me at all.

Her face lights up, her smile broad and golden, I feel my cheeks warming as her eyes twinkle at me, they're happy and radiant again, and there's something else within them that I can't quite place, like a hidden secret or an inside joke I'm not privy to.

"Great!" She says enthusiastically and then blushes again. "I mean, uh, thanks." She corrects softly as she sweeps her bangs from her face and just stares at me.

I feel my cheeks warming further as her eyes flick up to mine, staring, boring, delving deep into my soul and I'm stuck again, I can't move, god, I can't even think when she's looking at me like that. I can feel myself unconsciously leaning in and I think… I think she's leaning in too, but then someone coughs and we jump apart, suddenly the office comes swimming back and I remember I'm supposed to be helping her with something, but I really can't remember what right now.

We both blush vividly and avert our gazes, her bangs have slid in front of her eyes again and before I can even think about stopping myself, I'm reaching over and tucking them behind her ear, I hear her breath hitch, her eyes dart to meet mine again but they're gone just as fast. I withdraw my hand, I can't believe I just did that! My heart is pounding, I'm biting my lip and I'm sure she's about to run and report me to HR.

I open my mouth to apologise, but all that comes out is a shaky breath and I close it again before I can make another stupid mistake.

"Ugh, um, sup-supply closet." She mutters, but there's something different about her voice, it's shy and raspy and maybe a little deeper…

I feel the hairs on my arms begin to prickle and I wonder if she's feeling it too. I doubt it though, everyone that knows her knows that she is straight, she's dated half the men in the building, her failed whirlwind romance with the office toy-boy Hans Westergaard was all anyone could talk about for weeks and then there was her short-lived romance with the goofy lug Kristoff Bjorgman… I sigh, of course she's not feeling what I feel, and suddenly my head comes crashing down from the clouds.

"Elsa?" She questions, and I again curse my wayward mind for losing focus, it's not my fault really, it's just… well… her. How can anyone focus around her? "You coming?"

I'm blushing again and reprimand myself because of course, she didn't mean it in that way. "Uh, y-yeah." I manage to stutter quietly and then groan internally because, why can't I just be a normal human being and form a normal eloquent sentence without sounding like a blubbering fool when I'm around her?

She smiles and starts leading me away from my desk, and my mind has gone wonderfully blank again, because damn, that ass! Her work pants are tight, and hug her curves and I swear, I swear she knows the effect she's having on me because those hips are swaying from side to side and I just can't tear my eyes away.

I'm amazed to find that I'm following behind her, I didn't think my legs were capable of moving, I don't even remember telling them to do so, but then again, I'm not really focusing on me right now.

She leads me down a flight of stairs and into the basement, otherwise known as, 'the supply closet'. I have no idea why it's referred to as a closet, the room is bigger than my whole apartment. Metal shelving and filing cabinets line the walls, filled with old archives and plans, stacks of paper and toner and, well, everything that an office needs. A small desk with a lamp is situated in the middle of the room, in case anyone needs to sort through old paperwork or such, sometimes I come down here to work alone when it's getting too loud out in the cubicles.

I'm wondering what it is in here that Weselton wants, the redhead didn't exactly say what we came down here for… although, I doubt I would have remembered even if she did, especially now that she's turned to face me, her olive-green blouse had the topmost buttons undone and I found myself drooling at the sight of those two perfect, supple mounds that I just wanted to-

My rambling thoughts were suddenly cut off when I found myself pushed against the wooden door, there was a hand clasping the back of my head, another pressing insistently into my hip and soft, heated lips moving against my own…

Wait… what?

My mind just… froze, turned to mush and completely blank. She was kissing me, she was kissing me, and by the time I finally came to my senses enough to realise that my wildest dreams had actually come true… those lips were gone, the lithe body that had been pressed against my own so deliciously, had been removed and I found myself missing the heat it produced.

I don't think I've taken a breath yet, it's still sitting there, held in my chest, I've forgotten how to let it out. I look up at her, she looks horrified, her eyes are wide, scared and shocked and then they're gone, they shoot down to the concrete floor and I think I see them glass over, like she's holding back tears. She begins to shake, her nostrils are flared, her breathing staccato, as she stumbles back even further.

I'm numb, my lips are still tingling, I bring my fingers up to touch them, as if doing so will confirm that that did just happen. I finally take a breath, it's short and sharp and shaky. "You kissed me." I breathe out, I'm amazed my voice still works, I'm even more amazed that she heard me, but her head is suddenly whipping up and she just looks at me, her eyes pleading and terrified.

"Ohmygod!" She blurts as one word. "Elsa, I-I'm so sorry… I…" She begins to ramble her apology, but I feel myself shaking my head and then, I'm rushing forward, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and pull her towards me.

I seal my lips around hers, firm and searing and something within my chest just… explodes. She squeaks in surprise and then groans as her lips start moving against my own and I feel her just melt in my arms.

I'm being pushed back again, I hit the door with a muted thud and her mouth is moving against my own with such ferocity, I'm struggling to keep up.

My whole body is tingling, I'm shaking and gasping and then, when I feel her tongue swipe across my lips, I'm moaning as I open my mouth and tilt my head and the kiss deepens and oh, my, god. I am in heaven.

I feel her sigh against me, her hands are in my hair, tugging, pulling, her body is pressing against me, firm, yet yielding. "Elsa." She moans and oh, my, fucking god, she just moaned my name, me, my name and I swear, I swear I almost come right then and there.

Her lips leave mine, I'm about to complain, about to grab her face and pull them back, but now they're on my neck, sucking, nibbling, tasting and I am helplessly lost, drowning in everything this girl is. "Anna." I sigh breathlessly and feel her hold on me tighten as her lips vibrate against my neck.

I gasp when her fingers pull my shirt from where it was tucked into my skirt and slip beneath the fabric, tiptoeing over my heated flesh as they toy with the skin on my hips. I can't help but buck into her touch, my head slipping back, giving her better access to my now mottled neck.

I slide my hands down from where they'd tangled in her hair, over her shoulders and skim them over her chest, I'm hesitant, I think, well, I hope I know where this is going, but clear, concise consent was something that was always drilled into me and I wasn't sure if she wanted this or not. But then, she was arching back, her chest pushing forward and into my palm and I cupped those breasts in my hands, hefting them up and together as she pulls away from my neck to moan.

I take advantage of the moment to return the favour, latching onto her throat, leaving my mark on her freckled skin as my fingers work on the buttons on her blouse. "Elsa, please." She begs me, holy fuck she's begging me, and I don't know what it is that she wants, but I'm sure as hell going to give it to her.

Those buttons are finally undone, and the cotton shirt slips from her shoulders, and I don't even look to see what kind of bra she's wearing as I reach around her back with one hand and flick the clasp open. She drops her arms and the item falls to the ground.

I bring my hands back to her front and groan deeply when I finally cup those naked breasts in my hands, I'm in awe of how soft they are, how pliable, how perfect. I feel her nipples stiffen under my palm and suddenly realise that I'm the one making them that way, it's because of me, my touch that they've risen to attention and I can hardly believe it's true.

I trail my lips down the valley of her breasts, tasting the sweat that had begun to pool there, and then down and around the underside of each bosom, taking care to avoid touching the mounds themselves. "Elsa, oh, Elsa please." Anna's begging again, the way she's saying my name, it's sending liquid fire through my veins, god, I want nothing more than to throw her to the floor and take her right here right now, but I've waited so long for this, dreamt of this moment more times than I care to admit, and I'm not about to rush it now.

I chuckle wickedly, as I begin to slide my tongue over the top over her breasts, she's wriggling and jostling, trying to get my mouth to move further down, but I'm not done teasing yet. I want to see how far I can push her until she loses all conscious thought and just runs on pure desire.

My hands are on her hips, just above the hem of her pants, they're tracing the fabric around and back and when they reach the top of her rear, she bucks into me, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling and tugging, I moan and nip at the skin on her breast, just below her pebbled areola. She bucks again, a mewl escaping her lips which then becomes a choked cry when I finally wrap my lips around that hardened peak, and suck.

Her grips in my hair tightens, which only spurs me on, she's making the most wonderful noises, and I wonder what other melodious tunes I can extract from her. "Fuck, oh, fuck, Elsa." She's panting, her head tilting back, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.

I pull away, releasing her nipple with a soft pop! and I'm about to kiss my way over to the other side, when she suddenly grabs my collar and pulls me up, reconnecting our lips as she kisses me with fervour. I wrap my arms around her, my hands splayed across her back, I can feel her muscles ripple beneath my touch, her back arching as I run my fingernail up her spine.

Her hands slide down from my collar as she shucks my tailored jacket and start undoing the buttons on my icy-blue blouse. I tilt my head and my breath hitches as her fingers graze the top of my breasts. Her mouth moves away from mine and she's kissing along my jawline, my hands are in her hair again, releasing it from her braids so I can run my fingers through those copper locks.

My shirt slips off, my bra follows suit as she latches onto my earlobe and gives it a curious nibble. I moan loudly when she draws it into her mouth and sucks, out chests meeting skin to skin for the first time, I shudder, and I feel like I'm drowning in everything that is Anna.

Her mouth is now moving down my neck, along my collarbone and onto my chest and my breathing is picking up in anticipation. I can tell she's wanting to explore like I did, wanting to touch and taste and learn, but she's eager and impatient it's only a few seconds before her mouth is over my breast, latching onto my nipple, grazing it with her teeth. "Fuck, Anna." I groan, my breath puffing against her forehead as she looks up and me and smirks.

Her hands are on my hips, and she's bending at the knees, lowering herself to the floor as her lips begin to paint a path down my stomach, her tongue pokes out to swirl around my belly button, before continuing its meandering path, lower and lower until she reaches the top of my skirt.

"Oh, fuck." I breathe (barely) as she nibbles lightly on my hip bone. Her hands are sliding lower, they're grazing the outside of my thighs now and I have no idea how I'm still on my feet. My legs are shaking, my knees won't stay locked in place and I feel like they're about to buckle under me.

She's fully on her knees now, my hands are in her hair, stroking through those luscious locks, I'm panting and groaning as she nibbles on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee where my skirt ends. Her hands come up to meet her mouth and slowly slide up until they meet the tight black fabric that's keeping me covered. My skirt bunches around her wrists as she slides her hands upwards, her lips planting kisses along my legs as each new inch of skin is revealed.

Her breath is hot as it breezes over my flesh, I can feel goose-bumps rising as she moves higher and higher. She's almost at the junction where my leg meets the rest of my body, and I'm sure she can smell me from there, the fire between my legs is like a raging inferno, and Anna is the only firefighter who can put it out.

My breath hitches when my skirt is lifted over my hips, my lace panties on full display and I'm suddenly feeling nervous. Anna isn't the first girl I've been with, not by a long shot, but being with her now, makes me feel like she is.

She looks up at me, her teal eyes locking on my blue ones as she leans in and nuzzles my core with her nose. My hips buck at the contact and my hands push on the back of her head, keeping her close, and then, her tongue flicks out and I lose all sense of reality. "Anna!" I squeal as my head spins wildly, one more touch like that and I'm done for.

She smirks and chuckles to herself as her thumbs graze my centre over the and cloth that still covers it. I buck again and begin swearing liberally, I can't help it, I'm no longer in control of the noises leaving my mouth. Her fingers hook over the waistband of my panties and my skirt and then she starts slowly pulling them down, I hold my breath as I hear her breathe in my scent and then she moans, and I've just about lost it.

I step out of my clothing, thankful that I'm holding onto her and have the door against my back, because otherwise I'd be a mess on the floor right now. She slowly kisses her way back up my legs, starting at my ankles, moving up my calves, nibbling on my thighs until she reaches my core.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." I pant, my head is still spinning, I can't believe that this is actually happening, the girl I've been drooling over ever since I first walked into the office, has me up against the door in the supply closet at work, completely and utterly naked with her head right there, right between my legs… "fuck!" I scream as her tongue flicks out and she tastes me for the first time.

"Oh, fuck, Anna, Anna." I moan, I'm trying to be quiet, I really am, and usually, I don't make a lot of noise, but god, the things she's doing to me, how can I possibly keep it in? Her lips vibrate against my lower ones, she's groaning as her eyes slip shut, as if she's drinking molten honey or gooey melted chocolate.

I lift my leg and put it over her shoulder, my heel digging into her back, I can feel myself gushing into her mouth, I've never been this hot before. Her tongue is swirling and probing inside me, sliding over every ridge, every crevice and it is all I can do just to stay up.

I'm embarrassingly close, we've barely even started, and I can feel that inner coil curling, growing tighter and tighter, I'm really not ready for this to be over, not yet, not ever, so I fist my hand in the back of her hair and yank her head away. I guide her up to meet my mouth, tasting myself on her tongue.

I waste no time in reaching down for the button of her pants, I fumble with it briefly in my haste to get them off, finally the zipper is sliding down, and I slip my hand beneath her underwear. I suck in a mewling breath when I reach those damp curls, my fingers sliding easily, god, she's so wet, and it's all for me.

I feel for that hardened nub and twirl it around with the tip of my fingers, she bucks into my hand, her own clasping my shoulders as she releases my lips in favour of biting down on my neck. She's groaning against my skin, her nails digging into my flesh as I slide my touch down further, a single finger slipping through her slick folds.

Her head tips back as she moans, "oh shit, shit, shit." She repeats, her voice low and gravelly.

I'm trying to manoeuvre my hand, so I can penetrate her deeper, but her pants are so tight, I have very little room to move. I don't want to leave this warmth, her wetness that's coating my fingers, but I'm also desperate to taste her, to see her – all of her, and so, somewhat reluctantly, I remove my hand.

Anna groans at the loss, but I kiss her again and she sighs happily. As I pull away, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging at it before I release it and watch as she sucks it into her own mouth.

My hands are on her hips as I grasp the top of her pants, "off." I growl and lower myself to the ground, taking her two remaining layers off at once. "Fuck." I breathe as her body is bared to me, its glorious, she's glorious and beautiful and I'm feeling a little lost because now there's all of this deliciously freckled skin just waiting for me to touch and taste and I really don't know where to start.

I run my hands up her legs as I slowly get to my feet, my mouth tasting her sweat drenched flesh as I go. I pause at her hips and begin to suck at the skin there, my hands sliding around to cup her rounded rear, earning me a wonderful squeal of delight. With the new mark in place, I skitter my tongue over to the other side, giving it the same treatment. I can feel her shaking, smell her spicy scent, my mouth is watering in anticipation.

"Oh, oh, oh." She repeats breathlessly, like a mantra of senseless words. I brush my nose along her pelvis until I reach those copper curls, her legs parting in preparation for my mouth… but I pull back, it takes almost everything I have to resist diving in and drinking my fill, but I manage it, somehow.

She growls as I stand, so needy, so desperate, I almost lose control and give in to her wants, but I catch myself just before it can happen. I spin us around, grabbing her thighs and driving her up the wall. Her legs wrap around me, her dripping core leaving a wetness upon my stomach.

I lean in and kiss her hard, our heads tilting in opposite directions, our mouths open wide as our tongues dance and skitter around each other. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, holding tight as I pull us away from the door, I carry her over to the lone desk and gently place her down, her legs hanging over the edge as I climb on top of her.

Her hands are splayed across the expanse of my back, her nails digging in, marking up my flesh as our hips grind together. I'm holding myself up with my arms, they're shaking, weakening as I get lost in the feeling of our bodies sliding against each other.

She pulls me down, skin to skin, it's almost too much for me. I bury my head in her neck, breathing in her scent, it's beautiful and wonderful and I can't help but flick my tongue out to lick along the expanse of her throat, dragging the appendage upwards until I reach her ear. I suck the lobe into my mouth and Anna bucks beneath me, her back arching high, lifting us both off the desk, her reaction makes me groan with pleasure and I feel her shudder bodily, her ears are clearly very sensitive, and I intend to take full advantage of that.

"God, Anna." I husk deeply right into her ear. "The things you do to me." Her breathing hitches as she mewls breathlessly, "the way you sound, I want you on repeat."

"Elsa." She croaks, she sounds so wonderfully lost.

I use one hand to stroke her cheek before biting down on the ear I had so far neglected. She bucks again, her hands roaming my back and shoulders, searching for purchase. "You don't know how long I've waited to be able to touch you like this." I begin to trail my hand down her neck as I apply the slightest pressure around her throat, she gasps, and her nails dig into my shoulders, I'm sure I'm covered in scratches and I can't think of anything better.

I keep my hand moving down her body until I reach her heaving chest. "Oh, Elsa, Elsa please." She begs as I circle her areola with my finger.

I chuckle deeply into her ear, her body jerking beneath mine. "That's it." I hiss, "beg me." I give her nipple a little pinch before sliding my hand down lower, moving my body to the side slightly as I glide over her abdomen, her muscles rippling beneath my touch.

"Fuck, Elsa!" She moans as I tiptoe my fingers through her curls and finally, finally dip them between her legs.

"I love the way you say my name." I growl into her ear, my voice intentionally low, "such a good girl."

If she was wet before, it was nothing compared to how drenched she is now. I groan myself, I still can't believe this is all my doing, that this is all for me. I run a single finger over her slit, her hips buck and rock below my touch, her hand finding purchase in my hair. I bring another finger into play, running them both through her folds before bringing them up to slide around her clit.

"Elsa!" She screams and bucks so violently we almost fall off the desk.

"So wet." I purr and tug her earlobe with my teeth, "all this for me?"

"Yessss." She hisses, "fuck yes, all for you." She grabs my face and connects our lips, her tongue probing my mouth as my fingers slip inside and start stroking her inner walls. Her head snaps back as she moans, I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers. "Only y-you can m-make me feel this way." She admits, panting into my mouth.

Her admission surprises me, and I pause for a moment. "Really?" I ask, startled at her confession.

I look into her eyes, and watch as the haze of arousal clears slightly, "yes, Elsa." Her hands slide around to clasp my face, my fingers still buried deep inside her, but I forget to keep moving them under the intensity of her gaze. "God, it's taken me these last six months to build up the courage to tell you… but I like you Elsa… really, really like you."

Suddenly everything stops, I freeze again, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest, my breath catches in my lungs once more, my mind whirling, I'm dumbstruck. Me. She really, really likes me?

Then, those synapses in my brain start firing again and I'm absolutely ravishing her, my fingers are moving within her at a punishing pace, my mouth locked on hers and I'm trying to convey without words, just how much she means to me.

I feel her getting close and just before she can come, I remove my fingers from within her, she groans in protest but then her eyes widen as I begin to bring those digits up to my mouth. They're almost there when she grabs my wrist and – with her eyes locked on mine – wraps her lips around one of my fingers.

I watch as her head bobs, her mouth tasting and sucking and then I realise, she's left the other one for me. I copy her movements and suck my other finger into my mouth, tasting her on my tongue, I groan, she's delicious and this, this is so sinfully erotic it really should be illegal.

She pulls my wrist away and reconnects our lips, not only can I taste her on her tongue, I can still taste myself, and holy fuck, I think I'm going to die.

Regrettably, I pull away from her and begin to kiss my way down her body, I need to taste her at the source.

I slide off the desk, she's on her back, her breasts heaving, face flushed, skin slick with sweat. Her eyes are so dark right now, so wonderfully dilated that I find myself regretting my decision to get off her. But then, my eyes travel down her body, to those rusty curls, her legs are spread, she's open for me, I watch curiously as a bead of sweat slips down her thigh, mingling with the slick sluices that have dribbled out of her core, I dive in and capture it with my tongue before it drops onto the already soaked desk.

I grab her hips and pull her closer to the edge before lowering myself onto my knees again and positioning myself between her legs. I run my palms along the inside of her thighs, and then use my thumbs to open her up for me. Her scent is so strong, I'm pretty sure I'm drooling in anticipation, she's swollen and pink and those beautiful petals are winking at me.

The first swipe of my tongue has her bucking roughly and I put pressure on her abdomen to try and hold her down. She's screaming name, I can hear it loud and clear despite her thighs pressing against the sides of my head like earmuffs, muting all other sounds so all I can hear is her.

Her hands are in my hair again, gripping me tight, it only spurs me on as I wriggle my tongue within her. I drink my fill, and slide the appendage up further until I can feel that hardened nub beneath my mouth. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, bringing my fingers back up, I enter her with two, I'm still in awe of how easily they slide in, despite how tight she is.

Anna is crying out, but her words aren't making sense, she's bucking and writhing with complete abandon as I continue to play her like an instrument, creating the most wonderful harmony of notes I've ever heard.

She's getting louder now, her voice keeps breaking, the pitch rising, her entire body is trembling, her grip so tight I can feel my scalp lifting, and I know she's about to come.

"Elsa!" She screams, loudly, her voice reverberating off the concrete walls, her body locks up as her inner walls clench around my fingers, suctioning them in place.

I keep fluttering them within her, my tongue still flicking her clit, holding her there as long as I can. I feel her starting to come down, but instead of stopping or even slowing, I pick up my pace again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She chants religiously. "Elsa, Elsa, Elsa!" She comes again, and still I stay.

I pull my fingers away as begin to lap up the moisture that follows them, I feel like I'm drowning in Anna's essence, but at the same time I'm parched and it's only her that can quench my thirst. I delve my tongue deep within her, twisting it before bringing it out to flick at her clit and then diving back in again.

One of her hands leaves my head, I find myself missing the pressure, the eagerness and desperation, but then I feel her grasp my hand, intertwining our fingers and suddenly it feels all the more romantic.

I wrap my free hand around her thigh and bring it up to pinch the bundle of nerves above my mouth, she's bucking wildly and it's all I can do just to hold on. Her breath starts hitching again, the hand that's holding mine tightens its grip, her nails digging into my skin, but this time she's silent. She's trembling, her back arching so high that the only thing touching the desk is her shoulders and head, her heels are digging into my spine and I know she's right there, right on the edge, and I know, gods I know, this one is going to be big.

Finally, finally, she begins to tumble, instead of screaming out like before, she sucks in a breath and holds it, her body locked up so tight I couldn't move away, even if I wanted to. Warm molten honey gushes into my awaiting mouth and spills out, dribbling down my cheeks, I can't drink it all. She finally releases that breath, it comes out as a long, drawn out almost wail, tight and forceful, as if it was being pushed out rather than a conscious utterance by the redhead.

She's shaking as she just flops bonelessly onto the desk, her eyes are shut and there's tears on her cheeks, her chest is rising and falling as if she's just run a marathon and the hand that's holding my own just goes slack.

I move my fingers away from her body and slide my tongue up her slit, flicking her clit once, she bucks and makes a high-pitched noise, oversensitive, I figure. Okay, enough now, Elsa, enough. I tell myself and reluctantly pull my head away from her body. I slowly pepper butterfly kisses up her torso, soothing not exciting, avoiding the areas that might be too sensitive as I do my best to lie next to her on the desk, thank goodness, it's one of Weselton's old ones, that man has a thing for being over the top… overcompensating, my mind chimed in.

She curls up to my side as I softly wipe the tears from her face and stroke my hands through her sweaty hair. I want nothing more than to lean down and kiss her, but she's barely breathing right now, so I figure that it's best to wait, I'd hate to suffocate her.

"You okay?" I ask tentatively a few glorious moments later, I'm worried I may have gone too far, done too much too soon, and I didn't want to upset her in any way.

"Mhmm." She hums and nods as those teal orbs finally start to open again. "Wow, Elsa, that was…. wow." Her eyes are glistening, her smile crinkling them at the sides and I just can't help myself, I lean in and press my lips to hers, soft and slow, and I wonder if she realises how much she means to me.

Anna leans into the kiss as she rolls onto her side, one of her arms draping over my body before she begins to climb on top of me. I shift a little, giving us more room, so I'm in the middle of the desk and less at risk of falling off.

Her lips leave mine and begin to pepper down my jawline and over to my ear. I reach up to tangle my hands in her hair as it drapes down around us like a flaming curtain of silk. Her tongue trails along the shell of my ear before sliding back down as she sucks the lobe into her mouth. "Anna." I breathe as my back arches into her body, our breasts pressing together, skin to skin, the warmth she's generating is incredible.

She then leads a meandering path down my neck, sucking on the skin as she goes, and I begin to wonder how many hickies I'll have to hide… not that I mind in slightest.

I had become so lost in pleasuring her, that my own desires had been forgotten in place of making her come, over and over again. It was only when her hands cupped my breasts and she began rubbing her thumbs over my nipples that all that heat came flooding back and now I'm on fire. I feel over-sensitised, her every touch is setting me aflame, every kiss is making me groan and I'm rubbing my thighs together just to try and get some friction.

Anna, the goddess that she is, seems to realise my plight, one of her hands leaves my breast and starts to skitter down my torso, her nails leaving read marks as she makes her way down my body. Soon they are tiptoeing through the curls at the apex of my legs and I'm suddenly holding my breath in anticipation.

I'm worried she's going to take it slow, tease me like I did to her, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out, I'm so close already. But thankfully, she's merciful, she leans down and kisses me hard as she entered me with two fingers and begins to work them within my body. I break the kiss to throw my head back and moan, "yes, oh god, yes, Anna!" I cry, arching and writhing below her.

Whatever she's doing to me down there, it's like she has magic fingers, I've never felt anything so incredible before, maybe it's because it's Anna who's touching me or maybe it's because she's had a lot of practice, I don't really know but god, she is incredible.

I can feel myself reaching precipice embarrassingly fast, but Anna doesn't seem to mind, if anything, it seems to spur her on even more. Her lips are now sucking on my breast, three fingers are working within me, fluttering and grazing until she suddenly finds that one special spot inside of me and presses down.

"Fuck!" I blurt loudly, god the things she's doing to me! Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she uses her thumb to run circles around my clit before pushing down on it and just like that, I'm gone.

My body locks place as my orgasm hits me hard, I see stars before my eyes as I grasp the end of the table above my head, my knuckles blanching as I grip it tight, my head twisting to the side as I screw my eyes shut and my mouth opens in a silent scream, which then turns into an audible one when she bites down on my nipple, her name tearing from my lips, "An-na!"

I buck lightly and squirm as she removes her fingers from within me, my body still sensitive from my high, she's grinning at me with pride as she bends her neck and kisses me deeply. I sigh into her mouth, I still can't believe that Anna is kissing me, me, Elsa Winters of all people, let alone fucking me senseless in the old supply closet.

"God Anna, that was… you were…" I'm lost for words as I brush her hair behind her ear, our noses touching, our breaths mingling from our close proximity. I'm pretty sure I've died and gone to heaven.

Anna chuckles lowly, her eyes glinting playfully as she leans in to whisper in my ear. "It's funny how you think I'm done with you already." She husks and then bites the lobe, tugging on it with her teeth before releasing it and moving to suck on the skin just behind my ear.

"Ugh." Is all I can manage in reply, that heat beginning to build again as she gently strokes the fire within me.

She begins kissing her way down my body again, teasing me this time as she avoids the swell of my breasts and trails her tongue between them instead. She nips playfully at the underside of my bosom, before sucking that patch of skin into her mouth, another mark, another claim. I arch into her touch, trying to chase her lips as she begins to retreat.

Her hands are slowly trailing down my shoulders, skimming over the top of my arms before she clasps my wrists and pushes them above my head, pinning them in place. "Ah, Anna." I pant, this girl seems to know all of my weak spots.

She switches her hold, so she can grasp my wrists with one hand as she uses a single finger to make a new path back down my arm and over my neck. My throat bobs as I swallow harshly, barely breathing, I squirm with eagerness.

Anna's hovering above me, a wicked, teasing glint in her eyes as she rolls her hips into mine. "Ooh." I mewl, my fingers curling in her grasp. She leans down, her lips barely a breath away from mine, she lets them brush briefly before moving back, I try to follow the movement, but with arms pinned, I can barely raise my head.

She's smirking again and moving back in, kissing me firmly this time, I open my mouth for her tongue but Anna – the wicked tease – is keeping her distance, her mouth open panting into mine, but not quite close enough to make contact. She chuckles and retreats once more, I was beginning to regret teasing her before, she's clearly had more practice at it than I have.

She leans back in, this time allowing her tongue to swirl around in my mouth before licking the back of my teeth and taking my bottom lip between hers, nibbling on it before pulling back and releasing it, I suck it back into my own mouth, her taste lingering on my tongue, so delicious, so heavenly.

The heat between my legs is virtually scolding now, burning my core and thighs, I can smell myself, and I know she can too. She's rolling her hips into mine, delighting in the way it makes me buck and arch and moan, my arms still pinned above my head. I'm almost begging her again, she's got me so hot, so worked up, I don't think I've ever felt this wanted before.

Anna shuffles down my body, kissing the length of my neck, pulling at the already sensitive skin with her teeth as she slowly kisses her way to my chest. Her mouth is lingering just above my hardened nipple, she looks up at me, keeping eye contact and flicks her tongue over the nub.

"Fuck, Anna." I groan. Her tongue retreats and then, she blows cold air over my nipple, I arch so high I'm almost worried she'd fall off me. "Gods, Anna, please. Please stop teasing me." I beg, my core is throbbing painfully now, my head dizzy with arousal, I can barely make sense of my surroundings, the only thing that's clear to me is Anna and everything Anna is doing to me.

She merely smirks at me and moves over to give the other nipple the same treatment. I've been so distracted by her ministrations, that I haven't even paid attention to where her spare hand was until she's entering me roughly with two fingers. "Fuck!" I cry and buck so forcefully she tips forward, almost losing her balance.

Anna's laughing as she removes her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking those glistening digits clean. "Ugh." I grunt half scolding, half groan, "you're a minx."

She bites her lip and moves her mouth until it's resting beside my ear, "only for you." She growls and then thrusts inside me again, her palm rubbing against my clit as she slides her fingers in and out, I can't even tell how many she was using this time, all I know, is how close I am and how amazing it feels to be so deliciously filled.

My relief however, appears to be short lived. Her fingers withdraw again, and I'm growling at her in frustration, I'm so close to reaching down there and finishing myself off, I really can't take much more of this. Anna seems to have read my mind, the hand that was pinning my wrists tightens momentarily, warning me not to move them. "Anna, please, please Anna!" I beg breathlessly, I barely recognise my own voice with how desperate and pleading it is.

"What do you want Elsa?" The little minx asks me, her tone frustratingly light and inquisitive.

"Gah! Y-you know what I want." I cry and rock my hips below her, trying to get her to finish me off at last.

Anna's sitting up in my lap, her hands release my wrists as she brings them both to my chest, softly cupping my breasts, her thumbs rolling over my nipples lightly. It's a glorious sight to behold, her freckled breasts are swaying slightly as she moves, her nipples standing at attention, her toned stomach speckled with sweat, her heated core resting over my abdomen, I can't help but moan at the sight as my eyes drink her up greedily.

"I'm afraid I don't, why don't you tell me, Elsa?" Anna teases lightly, god that girl is going to kill me.

"Anna, please." I beg, I can't believe how needy I'm sounding.

She leans forward, her arms bracketing my head, her nose brushing against mine. "Please what?"

I growl again, scrubbing my face in embarrassment, is she really going to make me say it? "Ugh, please Anna, please, fuck me! M-make me come!" I cry desperately, this girl really is going to be the death of me.

"Good girl." She husks in my ear and then thrusts three fingers in. I arch my back, my head twisting to the side, my hands come up to tangle in her hair as I push her down my body until her mouth is positioned just above my dripping core.

She locks eyes with me and flicks her tongue out to circle around my clit before pressing down on it and sucking it into her mouth.

I was done for.

I scream as an instant heat floods my body, the pressure so intense I think I'm about to pass out. I'm pulling at chunks of her hair, my whole body locking in place as I squirt all over her mouth and hands, Anna doesn't seem to mind though, she drinks up as much as she can, prolonging my high, with her tongue and fingers, and I feel like I'm going to die if she keeps going, and die if she stops.

I don't even know how long she holds me there for, it feels like an eternity though, and she only pulls away when I'm on the brink of passing out.

Anna flops down beside me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, as I slip my eyes shut and just focus on breathing again. Everything around me is spinning, my body still twitching, and I'm being wracked with wicked aftershocks.

Her fingers slip through my hair, soothing me, helping me drift back down to earth. I hum in contentment, the world around us melting away, there are no bills or rent, no work or bosses or plans or emails, there's just us, just Elsa and Anna, and I never want to leave.

Slowly I open my eyes, the room is still spinning around me, but then, I see her hovering above me, her eyes soft with affection, her lips curled into a beautiful smile and I can just feel my heart stutter in my chest. "I love you." I whisper and then freeze as she stiffens in my arms. I can't believe how stupid I just was, that is not something you say to someone after fucking them in the basement at work, especially not when said person wasn't even in a relationship with you to begin with.

My eyes widen, and I began to backtrack. "I mean… I… I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have said th-" My panicked ramblings are suddenly cut off by a pair of lips pressing forcefully against my own.

Anna then pulls away and presses a finger to my mouth. "I love you too." She says ever so softly and then kisses me again and suddenly I'm floating and flying and soaring, my head's above the clouds, my heart racing, thumping gleefully in my chest, and I know, I know that this is heaven, right here, in Anna's arms and I never want to leave.

Slowly we break apart, Anna's smiling broadly at me, and I just have to kiss her again, and again, and again until I have her panting into my mouth.

"Ugh. W-we should get back to work." She says hazily.

I feel a sudden heat flood my face as I look around the room, everything comes crashing back to reality. "Fuck. Work!" I splutter in embarrassment, as I scrub my face with my hands. "I can't believe we just did that… here… anyone could have walked in." I let out a breathy, nervous laugh, so much for me being the quiet, invisible, good girl who never does anything remotely risky.

"Mhmm." Anna purrs and rolls her hips into mine, I gasp sharply, I'm still so sensitive. "We did." She kisses me again before rolling her body up and sliding off the desk. She holds out her hand and helps me up, the room begins to swim again, and I have to quickly grasp her shoulders to keep me from toppling over.

"Dizzy?" She laughs, I just gave her a pointed look and rest my head against her forehead. Anna places her hands on my hips as I slide off the desk and into her arms, which ends up being a good thing because my knees refuse to lock, and I almost fall to the ground. "I really did a number on you, huh?"

"Shut up." I grouse and then screech as she smacks my ass playfully.

"Make me." She challenges, those eyes glinting mischievously at me again.

I fist the back of her hair and pull her in, open mouthed, prepped to kiss her, only to pause just before our lips could brush. I keep my hands holding tight to the strands beneath my fingers as she tries to jerk forward – this is payback.

I smirk as she growls at me as I teasingly slide one finger through those slick folds between her legs. She jerks at my touch and sucks in a mewling breath. I chuckle and release her before walking over to where our clothes lay, thrown haphazardly on the floor.

Anna's still standing at the desk, her eyes glazed, and her face flushed. Picking up both of our clothes, I walk back over to her and kiss her briefly before pushing her items into her hands. "We'd better get dressed." I say, "I'd hate for someone to come looking for us."

Anna blinks once, twice and then she seems to snap out of her daze. She pokes her tongue out at me, which I catch between my lips before it has a chance to retreat. "Ugh." She groans. "Clothes. Dressed. Can't get caught." She grunts, but then contradicts herself by pulling me closer and kissing me again.

With much regret I break the kiss and step back a pace, breathless and panting I murmur; "you're coming home with me tonight." I then got the pleasure of watching her face light up, as if the sun had taken residence inside her soul, she was glowing… now we just have to get through the rest of the day.

Getting dressed takes much longer than it should, my eyes keep being drawn to her body and the absolute travesty that it is to see it being covered up. Kisses were stolen in between layers of clothing, hands still eager to touch, mouths still craving a taste, but somehow, god somehow, we manage it… barely.

When we were both fully clothed – albeit rather rumpled – I move closer to run my fingers through her copper locks, smoothing out the strands in attempt to hide our little dalliance – although it wouldn't take long for the other staff to figure it out, we are both covered in hickies.

She cups my jaw softly and draws my mouth towards hers, kissing me tenderly, lovingly and I can't hold back my sigh, nothing had ever felt so right.

There was a sudden noise in the stairwell and we jump apart, startled as my heart thumps loudly in my chest, someone was opening the door.

"Kristoff!" Anna squeaks, her face ablaze, I'm pretty sure mine is rivalling hers.

Kristoff just stands there, stunned as his eyes flick between the two of us. "You!" He says looking at Anna, his finger pointing towards her, "and you!" His eyes are penetrating mine, I look away shyly and tuck my hair behind my ear, thanking every deity under the sun that he chose now to walk in and not minutes before.

"Well, it's about time!" He shouts, grinning broadly as he strides towards us, pulling Anna and I into a crushing, but awkward hug. "It smells in here." He says after a beat, sniffing the air, "and why is the table wet…" He trails off as his gaze shifts to Anna's neck and then back to mine, "you know what… don't answer that." He chuckles as he released us, I don't think my face could get any redder than it is right now, and I'm suddenly wondering if it was possible to sink into the floor. "Weselton is looking for you, Anna, he needs those supplies you came down here for." There was a lit to Kristoff's voice, as if he knew what we'd been doing down here the entire time, and oh my god, I hope he hadn't been listening from behind the door.

Anna's face turns redder than a sunburnt tomato as she scratches the back of her neck. "Heh. Sorry. I err… got a little… distracted." She replies, a twinkle in her eye as she bites her lip coyly.

We both rush out of the room before Kristoff could say anything else on the matter, the 'supplies' forgotten once again. The moment we're alone in the stairwell, Anna pushes me against the wall, her lips crushing mine as she kissed me fervidly. "Your place. Tonight." She reminds herself distractedly as she pushes off the wall and begins to walk back up the stairs.

It takes me a moment or two to realise that I should be following her, but it's not my fault, I was too distracted by that ass, dipping from side to side as she climbed the steps… the end of the day couldn't come fast enough.


A/N Sooooo... what'd you think...