Prompt: Kristoff touching Anna under the table at a formal dinner

Pairing: Kristanna

Rating: M

Anna bit hard at her lower lip, large, wandering fingers teasing at the hem of her skirts that strong hands had clumsily shoved up to her mid-thigh. He had asked her to wear nothing under her skirts, because he really wanted to try something, and for some, stupid, unknown reason, the redhead had agreed. She really should have known.

Every time his fingers brushed against her heat, she flushed, blue eyes darting around the table to see if maybe anyone had noticed, and then focused overly intently on her food. Elsa had given her a questioning glance the one time their eyes had met, to which Anna responded with a little squeak of embarrassment and sinking a little further into her seat (which had only given Kristoff more access).

No one seemed to think anything of it, as their chairs were almost pressed together, and her hand was resting on his wrist, hopefully making it look like they were just holding hands beneath the table. Yeah. Right. That was definitely all they were doing.

And she had assumed he was waiting for the opportune moment to go on… as he decided it was best to curl his fingers into her exactly at the moment she was asked a question. Wh-whatdidhesay?

Elsa coughed as Anna sighed, her eyes struggling to stay open.

"O-oh!" she gasped, clearing her throat and looking around until she found exactly who was staring at her expectantly. "I… I'm sorry, could you repeat your question?" She bit harder on her lip, breath catching as she struggled to keep eye contact. She blushed, fumbled over her words as she realized he had been asking about her and Kristoff's future plans.

"O-oh we… we…" he started a rhythmic thrusting, the heel of his hand grinding ever so perfectly against her clit, and she coughed desperately, glancing briefly to him and noting how he so calmly kept eating with an almost unnoticeable smirk quirking at the corners of his lips. Damn it, how was he so calm?

She blinked a few times, smiled up at the man who she honestly couldn't remember a thing about, and tried to continue. "I… I um… We… So far we're just seeing how things go… no…" she cut off with a shallow groan as he pushed in deeper, held his position and rubbed her walls purposely with the pads of his fingers. "No real plans yet…"

Anna sighed with relief as he seemed satisfied with this answer, and bent forward to focus on her meal. Kristoff continued, bringing her so close … so…

Her lip was caught between her teeth, almost tight enough to make it bleed, and she was staying as quiet as she could, hand paused over her plate, strangled tiny little squeaks vibrating in the back of her throat (luckily completely drowned out by the chatter of the guests), when -

He suddenly pulled away, grunting and glaring up at the waiter who had noticed just exactly what was going on, and hip checked his chair. "Hey!" Anna cried, turning abruptly in her chair to stare at the waiter… drawing everyone's attention to her.

Crap.

"U-u-um…" she murmured, blush growing brighter on her cheeks and nose. "C-can I… have one of those…?" The redhead reached out a hand, smiling in thanks as the man (who was trying really, really hard to hold in his laughter) placed a small quiche into her palm. Yuck…

Anna frowned, popped the pastry into her mouth, and sunk back further into her seat under the judgmental stares of everyone around the table. Kristoff laughed, swiped his hand across his napkin, and grabbed gently at her fingers, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Sorry," he mumbled against her skin, leading her hand to flatten her skirts against her thighs. "We'll finish after dinner."

Somehow, her cheeks grew even redder.