Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this every time? Of course I do; I don't own anything. Also, this is definitely the most nervous I've ever been about posting a story. I'm really concerned I'll either miss something or disappoint all y'all. Anyway, here's the next installment and, again, smut ahead, a bit past halfway through. Oh, and all puns are intentional, because I am a horrible person and love them so very much in a decidedly unironic way.
As something of a nerd when it came to movies and musicals, Anna was more than familiar with midnight releases. She'd never, however, experienced the midnight release of a book. Really, it wasn't too different... except she could barely keep up with everyone else's extensive knowledge of Complacency of the Learned.
Luckily, Elsa wasn't keen on leaving her side through out the night, easily diverting the attention of anyone who approached the duo to compliment their costumes and keeping the heat off her. Because they were definitely the type of couple to dress up for a midnight release, of course, and to have some of the best costumes in the bookstore.
Anna was, apparently, dressed up as the series' main protagonist/antagonist person or whatever... it was confusing, but somehow made sense to the fans, so the redhead tried her best to be polite and respond whenever someone addressed her as 'Calmassis'. Elsa, on the other hand, took on the persona of 'Lady Grimm', a relatively minor character that supposedly functioned as an author avatar. It was interesting to see the blonde in a short haired wig and a dress that fit her quite well- even if purple and black weren't her typical colors. Then again, Anna wasn't too crazy about green but her girlfriend was quite adamant that she looked good in the suit, a pendant of the twining snakes on her lapel.
"I never thought a wig would be so itchy." Anna mildly complained, resisting the urge to scratch under her short, white haired wig while Elsa checked the time.
"It's almost midnight," she said, absolutely giddy and reminding Anna why she was there in the first place. Although Lady Grimm was, canonically, a very reserved figure, Elsa was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet and smiling wide. "I can't believe this one came out so quickly! It hasn't even been a year yet!"
Despite the persistent agitation with her wig, Anna's lips twitched into a smile at the reminder. She'd tried reading the books herself- actually starting at the beginning this time- but couldn't quite immerse herself in the dense text the way Elsa did. However, there was talk of a movie deal, so maybe she would just wait for that to come out, though her girlfriend was quite adamant that even a six hour long movie wouldn't be able to do the first book justice. Not that Elsa wouldn't go see it anyway- even if it sucked- and Anna promised to go with her if the movies ended up happening. She even agreed to letting Elsa point out everything they did wrong so she'd have someone to vent to rather than keeping it all bottled inside- which, based on their viewing of Eragon, was probably going to involve a lengthy rant afterwards and chocolate smoothies to calm the blonde down. Anna wasn't complaining, though, not at all; she still loved watching and listening when Elsa spoke passionately, even when she was going on about book-to-movie conversions and the like.
"Maybe she released the book early to reward her fans for actually finishing the first three." Anna playfully suggested, earning a soft slap to her arm. "Hey, I'm just saying you deserve a medal for keeping track of all these characters and stuff. I'm still not completely sure who I'm supposed to be."
"Hmmm, who you're supposed to be." Elsa smiled, looping her arms around Anna's green-clad shoulders and resting their foreheads together. "I think you're supposed to be Anna, my considerate, beautiful, adorable, amazing lover, dressed up as a fictional character from my favorite book series just to make me smile, something that reminds me just how strongly I love you."
"Well, that's close. But, I feel like I have to correct you on one little detail." She reached up to trace her fingers along Elsa's neck before gently cupping her cheek. "It's not just to make you smile. I want to make you happy and I'll do whatever it takes to accomplish that."
They leaned in, enjoying a brief moment of intimacy before breaking apart. While they were typically quite affectionate in public, Elsa was very clear about limiting their displays during the midnight release. Apparently, CotL shippers could be... vicious in defending their 'ships and CalRimm was not one of the bigger groups within the fandom. The last thing either of them wanted was to cause a scene- and, possibly, deprive the blonde of her copy of the book, as amusing as it would be to repeat history.
Some small part of the redhead's mind absently pointed out that they were standing almost exactly where they first met; the chair Anna had sat in that fateful Saturday was off to the side, moved only slightly over the course of the year for cleaning and other nonsense. It was almost full circle.
"Speaking of happiness, our anniversary is next month." The blonde smiled, leaning back and tilting her head to the side. "If that's something you're interested in celebrating."
"Absolutely!" She snuck another kiss, just a quick press of their lips, before stepping back completely. "I was about to bring that up myself. It's my turn to plan, right? I mean, you got Valentine's Day and The Netherlands trip."
Elsa narrowed her eyes briefly. "Technically, my parents planned our trip for us." She shook her head. "How about a compromise?"
"I'm listening."
"Let's plan something together." Anna's brows raised in surprise, prompting Elsa to hastily continue. "If you want to keep a few surprises, that's fine, but... I want to do this together."
Anna nodded, mulling the idea over before chuckling. In retrospect, that was really obvious and a pretty good idea to boot, but- oddly enough- something they really hadn't done before. Sure, they did a lot of things together but... when it came to the big things- the Fireworks date, V-Day, meeting Anna's parents, Elsa's parents- usually it was one party along for the ride while the other took the initiative. "Okay. Yeah, let's do it! It's a Sunday, so we've got all day. Did you have any ideas?"
"I was thinking dinner at Tiana's, honestly. Actually going there this time." Elsa immediately smiled, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder as the redhead shuddered. "I promise I'll make sure there aren't any fish eyes involved."
"So considerate." She took her girlfriend's hand and pressed her lips to her knuckles. "That sounds lovely. How about ice skating before? Maybe in the morning?"
"And a movie after ice skating?"
"How about hot chocolate somewhere in there?"
"Time for the countdown!" Both women were startled out of their conversation by a voice over the store's intercom, followed by the low rumbling of many people moving at once, all heading to the same destination.
"Oh! It's time! Come on!" Elsa took Anna's hand as they wound their way to display, which was surrounded by other fans. The fourth book was, much like its predecessor, a thick tome that looked like it could kill a cat if dropped from a moderate height. "Oh I can't wait to read it! Can you drive home, by the way?" She suddenly turned a bit sheepish, blushing ever so slightly at her own request. "I know it's silly but I'd rather not waste another minute waiting. The way the last one ended was just so..."
Thus began a tirade that Anna had heard at least six times that evening alone, either from her beloved or other fans who engaged in conversation with them, but weathered the seventh time regardless. Giving her girlfriend a wry grin, Anna shook her head slightly. "Please tell me I've only temporarily lost you to the grimdark clutches of the Complacency, and your every wish is my command, Milady."
"It's temporary indeed, my sweet apprentice," Elsa replied, smirking as she wrapped the redhead up in a hug. "Thank you. It should only take about a week."
She glanced back at the extremely thick book that likely had a page count in the quintuple digits. "It takes you only a week to read through all that?"
"Maybe less." Elsa shrugged, producing her numbered ticket as everyone started assembling in numerical order, a large clock overhead counting down the minutes to midnight.
Although mildly shocked that anyone could read that quickly- three weeks and she'd only made it to the end of the first chapter! Seriously!- Anna shook it off and laughed at her own reaction, joining in when everyone started counting aloud.
Unable to resist, Anna waited until the countdown reached zero before pulling Elsa into a kiss, the blonde melting into her embrace quickly. She could hear the various complaints of people around them and the occasional cheer but could hardly care about their audience.
When they parted, Elsa laughed. "What was that for?"
"Believe me, I don't need a reason to kiss you; I just take advantage of opportunities as they present themselves." They shuffled along in the line, hand-in-hand. "But, if you're asking what specifically prompted me to act, it was the countdown. It reminded me of New Year's."
"Is that going to be your automatic response every time you hear a countdown, then?" The twinkle in those blue eyes spoke volumes of mischief and Anna had to nod, just to fan that spark a little brighter. "Consider that duly noted."
Twenty minutes later, they were in the car heading home, her girlfriend curled up in the passanger seat and reading with her phone to light the page.
They still had a month before their anniversary. If anything, Elsa's distraction gave Anna the chance to come up with some really good gift ideas and suggestions for the day.
"Anna," Elsa said suddenly. She glanced her girlfriend's way briefly to acknowledge her, keeping her attention focused on the road. "I love you."
The redhead smiled, reaching out to take the blonde's hand in hers. "I love you too."
The following morning, Anna was surprised to find Elsa's alarm tone replaced with a recorded countdown. She at least managed to kiss her girlfriend silly before falling to the floor laughing.
It seriously only took Elsa a week to finish that monstrosity of a book. From what Anna could tell, the ending was an even worse cliffhanger than the previous installment, with no projected release date for book number five, and she got the distinct impression that not only was the author doing this on purpose, but the fans actually kind of expected it. Apparently, the author was as well known for trolling her readers as producing quality, gigantic tomes.
Although initially a bit displeased about the turn of events- Anna had to fight to keep a straight face during Elsa's hour long rant after finishing- the blonde seemed to refocus her attention elsewhere quickly.
Specifically, to a really weird... diet type thing that came straight out of nowhere.
"Hey, could you swing by the store on your way home?"
"Sure!" Anna replied cheerily, sliding into her Mini and throwing her book bag into the empty passenger seat, switching her phone between hands as she settled into her car. "You working late today?"
"Just staying over a few hours; they're preparing the end of quarter projections and I wanted to observe." The redhead smiled, mentally giggling at the shift from girlfriend-asking-for-a-favor to this-is-my-company's-future-we're-talking-about mode.
Ever since the school year had started up again, Elsa was applying herself even harder to finishing her degree- which her father told her more than once was unnecessary and she only was missing one class besides- and learning the ins and outs of the lowest rungs of management. Strange as it sounded, the increased workload for both of them didn't impact their relationship negatively; on the contrary, Anna found them communicating a lot more often so they could make the most of their time together. It was beyond sweet, in her opinion, because it made every day seem special.
"Okay, are you going to text me the list?" She fastened her seatbelt and started her car, rolling down the window and enjoying the early autumn breeze. "Or is this the dreaded 'go pick up tampons' run that I've heard so much about?"
"You're been hanging out with Eugene too much." She could just hear the wry smirk likely adorning the blonde's face. "I'll send you the list. It's just a few things, I promise."
"Okay, see you when you get home! Love you, Snowflake."
"I love you too, Sunshine. Oh, and don't forget to start thawing the salmon."
"You got it! Love you."
Elsa chuckled. "Love you too. I'll be home as soon as possible."
"Just be safe, okay?"
"Always, and the same goes for you." Elsa paused, obviously waiting to see if Anna was going to hang up. Which she was going to do, honest, but... "I love you, Sunshine."
The redhead felt her lips stretch into an almost embarrassingly wide smile. "I love you too, Snowflake."
Reluctantly, she hung up and headed for the store, listening to the radio and tapping out the rhythm of the songs on her steering wheel. Anna had previously avoided the station at all costs, seeing as they only seemed to play sappy, upbeat pop and country love songs but she suddenly didn't object to their selections anymore.
Once she got to the store, Anna checked her phone for the promised text and tried her hardest not to bat an eyelash at it. She failed, of course, but... well, who went to the store just for whole dill pickles, ten bananas, and a box of popsicles? Since when did Elsa even eat this stuff?
Eventually, Anna shrugged off the odd items and went into the store, collecting them in short order- though she briefly debated which brand of popsicles to get, because there was apparently a ton of different ways to freeze flavored water- and headed home, putting the items away and cracking open her textbooks so she could power through as much homework as possible before her girlfriend got home. Though Elsa said she wouldn't need any help, Anna was still going to offer.
Which reminded her about the salmon.
It was only, like, a ten minute delay.
Not even.
Anyway, after that little mental slip, Anna went back to the study, focusing on her papers. She was so engrossed in an essay about the global impact of currency depreciation that she didn't even hear the front door, startling slightly when Elsa draped her arms over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her jaw.
"Working hard, my love?" The blonde drew back slightly, rubbing her shoulders in a gentle massage that had Anna melting in her hands.
Ever since their shared shower, Elsa was much more... hands-on, would probably be the best way to put it. More often than not, the touches tended towards the intimate nature, but sometimes they were just like now: reducing the redhead to a smiling goofball as she gazed up at the other woman. She hadn't quite gotten the chance to return the favor, seeing as her girlfriend was a surprisingly difficult person to catch off guard.
"Something like that," Anna lazily replied, her eyes begging for a proper kiss. Her request was quickly granted, their lips meeting in a languid exchange that held the promise of becoming something more before Elsa pulled away.
"I'm going to start on dinner." She pressed another kiss to the top of Anna's head.
"I can help!" The redhead started to push away from her desk when her girlfriend impeded her progress.
"I'd rather you finish your work. Unless you want to skip the movie-"
"Nope! No, we are totally watching The Princess Bride because you haven't seen it yet and that is unacceptable." Anna furrowed her brows, picking up her pen again. "I'll be done by dinner."
Elsa laughed, giving her another kiss before leaving their study. Anna spent the next hour writing furiously, doing her best to wrap her mind around the concepts she was supposed to be analyzing without getting lost in it all. At some point, she had to admit to herself that the international business practices would never come as easily to her as they did to Elsa, but she was still determined to make this work.
She managed to knock out her assignments relatively quickly, spurned on by the delicious smells wafting into the study from the kitchen. Setting her books aside, Anna crept out into the hallway, hoping to sneak up behind the blonde and pay her back for earlier.
Instead, when the redhead peeked into the kitchen, what she saw pretty much rendered any thought of affectionate revenge utterly useless.
Elsa was standing by the stove with a look of utter concentration on her face, using one hand to stir a pot occasionally with a spoon. The other hand was occupied with a pickle, which in itself was innocent enough... if she was eating the damn thing.
She sure as hell wasn't eating the damn thing.
Anna swallowed hard, watching as her girlfriend licked and sucked the pickle- which she was probably doing because pickles were really juicy and she liked the taste or something easily explainable- but the idea that this was entirely innocent scampered a little further away from her grasp as the blonde wrapped her lips around the vegetable, like she was going to take a bite.
Elsa did not take a bite.
Instead, she started... sucking. Like, hollowing out her cheeks and...
Maybe she just really liked the juice. She was probably going to bite into it any moment now and the redhead was totally overreacting.
Anna gulped, trying to steady her breathing. She was acting liking a creeper and a pervert but found it oh so very difficult to look away. Especially when her girlfriend pulled the pickle out of her mouth without actually biting into it, instead swirling her tongue around its girth and-
The redhead went back to the study, sat down in her chair, and slumped over until her forehead was resting against the desk, desperately trying to think of things that would calm her raging libido.
After the night of their shared shower, physical intimacy between the couple had significantly increased- the last week notwithstanding. Elsa usually initiated things but Anna was slowly realizing that she could do so as well; strange as it might sound, it felt weird for the redhead to be the one getting things started. She constantly worried she might push her girlfriend too far, despite equally persistent assurances that that wouldn't be the case.
They were working on it.
But, all those exchanges were... manual, in nature. Nothing... oral or, ah, further. Yet. Again, they were working on it, and that was fine!
But wow was Elsa the biggest tease in the universe! Without even trying, too!
How? How was this Anna's life? Sharing an apartment with a gorgeous woman who loved her and could get her from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye- seriously, there was no way she'd racked up the karma to justify this. She needed to do some volunteer work or something, keep herself on the positive side of the scale.
"Time for dinner!" Elsa's voice called from the kitchen.
Anna checked to make sure she was presentable before heeding the call, greeting her girlfriend with a kiss as she helped set the table. Of course, the damn pickle was still present, laying on a napkin, not missing even a tiny bite.
"Aren't you the one always getting onto me for spoiling my dinner?" The redhead teased, curious to see how Elsa would react.
To her surprise, her girlfriend merely laughed, grabbing the vegetable and putting it on her plate. "Resisting the temptation was difficult, I'll admit. Thanks for reminding me. Did you want one, too?"
Pickles and salmon?
Maybe it was a Norwegian thing.
"No, thanks." She sat down, the two of them delving into a conversation about their days as they ate, all less-than-innocent thoughts regarding Elsa's choice in snacks dismissed for the time being. It was just her thinking with the wrong head again, that's all.
After they'd cleared their plates, they settled in for the movie, breaking apart the popsicles that came packaged two at a time.
She'd be lying if she didn't admit to watching Elsa out of the corner of her eye for the duration of their dessert. She didn't seem to be enjoying the treat in a provocative way... it was probably just Anna's imagination.
She really needed to get her head out of the gutter.
Both of them.
Nearly a week later, after grinding her way through an assignment for one of her business classes- and thanking the heavens about a zillion times that Elsa took meticulous notes when she had the classes, because notes where never Anna's strong point and she needed all the help she could get- the redhead pushed herself away from the desk and sighed heavily. While changing her major was only a slight set back, it was certainly a more intensive caseload than her original graduation plan- which, admittedly, wasn't much to begin with. How Elsa managed to understand all this so... naturally was completely beyond the redhead.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, Anna turned her head, smiling as Elsa entered the room carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. Although she still didn't share the blonde's affinity for the stuff, she didn't mind sharing a glass or two at the end of a long week. And this certainly qualified as a long week. Not only was her school work ridiculously difficult, her job was starting to tighten her hours, meaning less money for her to spend, though Elsa offered more than once to take care of the redhead's expenses. She'd refused on principle, of course, not wanting anyone to even have an opportunity to accuse her of using the blonde; she didn't necessarily complain when she noticed her gas tank was full more often than she actually filled up, but she didn't ask for anything. Add to all this her girlfriend's... strange- and very, very hot- new eating habits...
'Long week' didn't even begin to cover it.
"Special occasion?"
"Something like that," her girlfriend replied, nodding back towards the door. "Join me?"
"Like you even have to ask." Anna shot up from her seat, hot on Elsa's heels as they bypassed the living room and went straight to the bedroom, which was lit only by the lamps. The redhead raised a brow. "Early night tonight, Snowflake?"
"Not exactly."
At Elsa's insistence, they climbed onto the bed, Anna accepting the glass handed to her and waiting for both to be filled with a pink tinted wine before replying with a grin.
"You know, the whole 'cryptic response' bit is only going to last so long before I start using unfair means to interrogate you."
They laughed, taking a sip of their wine glasses; sweet and crisp, it wasn't Elsa's favorite brand but rather a strawberry wine that Anna admitted to loving not too long ago.
"I'm tempted to let you try that." The blonde teased, sliding closer and coaxing her into leaning back against the headboard, pillows moved aside for the time being. Her girlfriend then entwined their hands and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "But, honestly, I just want to spend some quality time with you. We've been missing that lately." Anna opened her mouth to argue but was silenced by another kiss to her forehead. "And no, you cuddling up next to me while I read doesn't count as quality time. That was one-sided and I should've participated a bit more."
Anna ducked her head slightly and smiled in spite of herself; she'd really hoped she'd hidden that a bit better. While she wasn't exactly starved for attention by any means, she had missed being able to interact with Elsa as much as usual throughout the past two weeks. Some of it was due to the book but they'd also had unusually difficult schedules to balance as well. But, that was part of the give and take in relationships, so she'd tried to downplay it as much as possible. "Guess I'm a bit needy, huh?"
"No, not at all; it's actually very flattering." The blonde gently cupped her cheek, turning her head until their lips met in a soft kiss sweetened by the wine. "And while I really appreciate your understanding, Sunshine, I want to make it up to you."
"You don't have to make anything up to me, Snowflake." Anna reached over and set her wine glass on the nightstand, nuzzling back into Elsa's embrace once both hands were free. "But I'm not about to complain about some cuddle time."
The blonde chuckled, taking another sip before setting her own glass aside. "What if cuddle time wasn't exactly what I had in mind?"
Anna raised an eyebrow but quickly got the picture as her girlfriend's hands started gently tracing along the lines of her jeans. She smirked. "Well... I'm open to suggestions."
"Oh?" Elsa pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "And how should I go about making a suggestion?"
In hindsight, she probably should've been a bite more careful in choosing her answer. "Aggressively."
There was a moment when they just stared at each other before the redhead found a very eager tongue entering her mouth as her girlfriend settled into a new position- straddling her lap. Pressed back against the headboard, she had absolutely no problem matching the blonde's intensity, hands settling on her girlfriend's hips as one of Elsa's tangled in her hair while the other gripped her shirt.
She could taste the wine on her lover's tongue, moaning as the blonde stroked her firmly, eagerly losing herself to the sensations. It wasn't a surprise at all when the blonde shifted, unbuttoned her pants, and pulled down the zipper. Despite Anna being a bit disappointed that she would be the first one on the receiving end, she didn't dare protest, allowing Elsa to reach into her pants and gently pulled out her rapidly hardening erection. She was lucky- so so lucky, because Elsa was amazing and perfect and just wonderful- but whined anyway like a petulant child at the loss of lips against hers, already missing the feel and taste of her lover on her tongue.
But then the blonde was shuffling back, taking her warmth away from Anna completely, which she would've objected to if she wasn't under the impression that Elsa was doing it for her comfort; it was probably a bit of an awkward position. As it turned out, her girlfriend had something else in mind entirely, and she wasn't privy to that until she felt something warm and wet swirling around the head of her shaft briefly.
Forcing her eyes open, Anna looked down and felt her breath catch in her throat, heart stuttering as Elsa took her into her mouth, tongue tracing the underside of her shaft. It felt amazing, way better than anything before, and the redhead was tempted to just sit back and enjoy the attentions being lavished upon her. Especially as Elsa went lower, deeper, wrestling a strangled moan from her throat as more of her length was engulfed in warm wetness, twitching uncontrollably. She started to lean her head back, eyes closing as she slowly slipped into the euphoria the blonde's touch could bring, but jerked back to herself when she felt Elsa's mouth leave her completely and heard a cough.
"Snowflake?" She winced slightly at how husky her voice was but her expression quickly fell when she saw Elsa once again taking her shaft into her mouth, further than before, and the distress apparent in her expression pulled Anna out of the experience completely. "Elsa, stop, stop stop stop." She panicked, gently pushing at the blonde's head as she started gagging, coughing hard once Anna's penis was out of her mouth as she struggled to breath. "Oh my- are you okay? Hold on, just breathe."
The redhead got off the bed, walking on unsteady legs to the bathroom and bringing back a glass of water, beating down the panic rising in her chest. Elsa accepted it, taking a drink once she'd stopped coughing while Anna rubbed her back soothingly.
"Sorry." The blonde croaked out, cheeks flushed from embarrassment rather than arousal as she looked away. "I just... I thought I could... I... wasn't prepared enough... I guess. I'm sorry-"
"Shush." The redhead smiled gently, taking the empty glass from her girlfriend's hand and reaching over to set it aside, grabbing the wine glass and offering that in its place. Elsa gratefully took it, swirling the liquid around a little before putting it to her lips and hesitating. She took a small sip and sighed, eyes downcast. Concerned, Anna pressed a kiss to her cheek. "It's okay, Snowflake. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal."
The look she received quite clearly said that yes, it was a big deal, and she should be acting like it, but she just smiled a little wider and placed another kiss just behind Elsa's ear. "You're downplaying this."
"No I'm not," she instantly replied, teasing the blonde's earlobe with her teeth. Despite the little bump in the night, Anna was more than ready for a little fun and wasn't about to let her girlfriend dwell on something so silly. More to the point, she didn't want Elsa to even consider the notion that she'd reject the blonde in any way because of something not going according to plan. If Elsa told her to stop, she absolutely would, but until otherwise stated, they were going to keep going. "It's nothing to me."
"I was trying to be romantic." Elsa noted glumly, though she tilted her head to allow her better access to her neck. "Do something... special."
"Hmmm... and you accomplished both." Anna slipped her hand under the blonde's shirt, lightly tracing her fingers over smooth skin while pressing more kisses to her girlfriend's neck. "You effectively reminded me how much I absolutely adore you."
Elsa sighed, breath hitching as the redhead raked her fingernails over a particularly sensitive spot on her hip. "B-by literally choking?"
"By trying." She whispered, taking the wine glass and finishing it, putting it next to the other empty glass. With the inconvenience out of the way, Anna focused on coaxing her lover into lying back on the bed and showering her with some much deserved attention. "I know this isn't easy for you, so I appreciate every effort you make. No matter how they turn out."
The blonde chuckled, arching into Anna's touch and gasping as she traced her ribcage. "Are you saying you wouldn't like me to try again?"
Damnit, the redhead couldn't help but stop as that thought raced through her mind, her penis twitching uncontrollably and throbbing.
"So, you did like it?" Elsa faltered. "Before I stopped, I mean."
Okay, play it cool, play it cool, don't sound too eager-
"It felt fucking fantastic," Anna replied, immediately cringing. Thinking with the wrong head again, damnit, make a save, make a save! "I mean, yes, I, uh, liked it. It was good."
Smooth recovery, knucklehead.
That time, her girlfriend laughed, and she breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Good... because I want a second chance."
She really wished she could find it in her to be a bit more objective about the whole thing. However, as it very painfully, obviously, literally stood, she wanted Elsa way too much to talk the other woman out of it. To talk herself out of it.
That didn't mean she was a slave to that desire, though, and her libido had another thing coming if it thought she would be submit that easily.
"Only if you want to try. Just, don't go as deep this time, okay?" Pushing through the cloud of arousal, Anna pressed a soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Not hungry, not lustful, just out of adoration, love, the things that mattered. "I don't like you being uncomfortable just for my sake. If you don't want to, that's okay, too; I mean it, Elsa."
Her girlfriend sighed, a smile on her lips. "You're too good for me."
She shook her head. "I heartily disagree; it's definitely the other way around."
They shared another soft kiss before the blonde shuffled clear off the bed, kneeling on the floor as Anna repositioned herself on the edge, trying her best to help. She told the blonde to wrap a hand around her member- no, not just because she really liked having her girlfriend touch her, there were other reasons. She couldn't really articulate them at the moment, but they existed! Thinking was, again, becoming difficult as a warm, wet tongue circled the head of her penis.
Anna moaned, leaning back on her hands, wishing she'd used their impromptu break to take off her clothes. While the blonde's touch always had an immediate- and, perhaps, slightly embarrassing, if only for how quickly it happened- effect on her, this newest step in their relationship was somehow infinitely better than anything before. She could already feel the fire burning in the pit of her stomach as Elsa began bobbing her head in time with small movements from her hand.
Okay, so if the first attempt was fantastic, this time was... just... words failed her. Anna couldn't even try to contain her sounds of pleasure, fisting her hands in the sheets to have something to hold onto as her girlfriend worked her up. Despite the mush she'd been reduced to, the redhead somehow managed to maintain the presence of mind not to put her hand on the blonde's head or buck her hips, even when Elsa did something that felt even better than before, wrestling a choked moan from her as her arms grew weak.
Suddenly, Anna understood why most people were so obsessed with sex. This was amazing.
Just as suddenly, Elsa's warmth left and she couldn't restrain the pitiful whine that emitted from deep within her throat, cracking her eyes open as the blonde ripped off her shirt and threw it somewhere behind her before returning to her task.
And... what little mush remained fizzled out at seeing Elsa kneeling between her legs, the black lace of her bra accentuating pale skin, plump lips swollen from kissing wrapped around her erection, and those beautiful blue eyes looking up at her through thick black lashes.
"Elsa." She couldn't help it, reaching forward to tangle her fingers into blonde locks, fighting against her impulse to fist her hand and pull. Instead, she just rested her hand there, earning a moan of either encouragement or appreciation from her lover; she was too far gone to be capable of telling the difference. Especially with how the sound seemed to vibrate in Elsa's mouth and through her member, her impending release impossible to stop. "Elsa!"
She tried pushing again, tried warning her girlfriend of her rapidly approaching orgasm, but the blonde stubbornly refused, instead gripping her length tighter and sucking, which essentially catapulted Anna straight off the edge into welcoming oblivion. A long groan tore from her throat as she climaxed, highly aware that the warmth of her girlfriend's mouth didn't recede from her pulsing member.
When she could finally muster the focus to do so, Anna looked down, watching in muted awe as Elsa kissed the head of her rapidly softening penis and smiled.
"I take it that was much better?"
"I love you," Anna replied, not mentally present enough to even fathom giving any form of critique, and reached forward, eager to feel her girlfriend's body against hers. Not lustfully, mind, because that was probably the most intense orgasm of her very short sex life, so there was no way she'd be entertaining the thought of a round two any time soon, but because she really wanted to cuddle.
Get naked, then cuddle, there was an order to these things, but first she needed to keep the blonde from absconding, which she seemed quite intent on doing, slipping away with a grin.
"I love you, too, Sunshine, and I'll be right back." Elsa got up, turning towards the bathroom. "I'm just going to rinse my mouth- oof!"
There were probably better ways of pleading for her girlfriend to stay but, for whatever reason, the redhead decided tackling her to the floor was the best one given the situation. Thankfully, the bedroom carpet with very plush and Anna had broken their fall a bit by more-or-less tripping the blonde rather than out right football tackling her. Still, when Elsa rolled over with every intention of glaring at her, the redhead wasted no time in crawling up her body and pressing soft kisses to every inch of exposed skin on the way.
"Sunshine, what are you-" Elsa cut off, giggling as she reached a ticklish spot on her abdomen and blew a small raspberry on the skin there. "Really?"
"You are not leaving my sight until I get my turn," Anna said, miraculously regaining the power of speech enough to peer up at her girlfriend over the impressive obstacle of the blonde's bra-clad breasts.
Elsa quirked a brow. "It will only take a minute."
"That's too long," she replied before continuing on her journey, up through the valley of Elsa's breasts, slipping her tongue beneath the fabric of her bra before continuing on, lightly nipping at the pale column of her throat. However, when she went in for a kiss, her girlfriend turned her head away.
"Anna, I quite literally just had my mouth on your penis." The blonde furrowed her brows. "Doesn't... that bother you?"
She stared at Elsa for all of maybe five seconds. "Nope!"
This time, she leaned in and wasn't denied, and... yeah, okay, maybe it was a little weird, because she could taste something that definitely wasn't the wine, but she really couldn't be motivated to care at the moment. She was kissing her girlfriend and just wanted to be wrapped up in all things Elsa and stay there for a bit of the afterglow, details be damned.
Just for a bit, though, seeing as she still wasn't entirely satisfied and wouldn't be until she got a taste of the blonde beneath her. The thought spurned her into action, breaking away from the blonde's mouth to start trailing back down her body, but Elsa stopped her.
"Oh no, we're not doing this on the floor." The blonde started to sit up, though Anna was reluctant to let her. "I swear I'm not going to run off. Trust me; it'll be more comfortable for both of us on the bed."
Anna momentarily narrowed her eyes in suspicion before getting up. While it shouldn't bother her, the redhead didn't like admitting that Elsa had more experience in these matters. It was stupid to be jealous of past lovers- because they obviously didn't make the cut, so, really, screw them- but there was still a little bit lingering in the back of her mind. If anything, it motivated her, made her want to be better than anyone else, and maybe she did have a bizarre possessive streak that was coming right the hell out of nowhere in regards to her girlfriend. She loved Elsa and didn't want even the shadow of a doubt to pass through the blonde's mind regarding that fact, and she wanted to show her in every conceivable way.
So she helped Elsa up, leading her towards the bed with a smile but stopping just short of the welcoming sheets and focusing on removing the obstacles that stood between them.
Namely, their clothes.
She again started kissing Elsa's neck, allowing her fingers to trail along the lines of the blonde's abdomen, subtle muscles leading to the barrier of her skinny jeans. The button and zipper were no problem and Anna eagerly started tugging the denim down while lavishing her girlfriend's pulse point with teeth and tongue. Elsa moaned pleasantly, tilting her head aside and wrapping her arms around the redhead's shoulders, holding her gently. Unfortunately, Anna had to break away, frustrated that she couldn't get the stupid jeans off without looking. Seriously, why did anyone wear skinny jeans? They made the blonde's legs and butt look amazing, sure, but damn were they inconvenient to take off!
Her girlfriend just chuckled, of course, and helped her, falling back on the bed once they were down around her knees.
Anna kneeled before her, pressing kisses to her knees, her calves, whatever was in reach as she pulled the denim away, trailing her lips and fingertips along the inside of Elsa's thighs as she rose to hover over the blonde. She briefly debated whether she should take off her clothes or not, seeing as it really didn't matter and she didn't want to put this off for another second no matter how hot she might get, but Elsa made the decision for her, tugging at her shirt and biting her lip in a way that the redhead absolutely adored.
Crawling up onto the bed, Anna straddled her girlfriend hips and slowly pulled her shirt up, inch by inch, reveling in the way Elsa watched through half-lidded eyes and dug her fingernails into the fabric of her pants. When she pulled her shirt up enough to reveal her bra-clad breasts, the redhead abandoned her task to lean down for another kiss, smiling at the whine she heard.
"You're teasing me." Elsa accused, squirming slightly as Anna kept her body hovering above without touching her girlfriend's.
"Maybe I'm paying you back." She chuckled, humming when the blonde reached up and started fiddling with her bra, trying to remove the thing while her shirt was still partially in the way. Taking mercy on her beloved girlfriend, Anna righted herself and pulled her shirt over her head, discarding it and her bra swiftly following. Elsa sat up almost instantly, intent on familiarizing herself with the redhead's chest. The new position drew her attention to the blonde's stomach lightly brushing against her flaccid member- oh, right, that was... just... kinda hanging around... awkward- and she quickly moved away. The last thing she wanted was a raging hard-on trying to distract her from giving Elsa some well-deserved attention.
Shucking her pants and underwear, Anna encouraged Elsa to move back and get comfortable on their bed, settling herself on her stomach between the blonde's legs once Elsa found a spot she liked. She was caught between rushing to the main event and taking her time, wishing to draw out the blonde's ecstasy but recognizing that she stood a pretty high chance of getting excited again, which she really didn't want spoiling the legitimate highlight of her life to this point.
So she shoved it to the back of her mind and pressed her lips to the blonde's stomach, littering the smooth skin with soft kisses as she reached up to undo her bra. Either in preparation for the night or through luck, Elsa had chosen one that clasped in the front, making it easy for Anna to brush the garment away and lightly grope her breasts, earning a pleased moan for her efforts. However, she could tell the blonde was becoming impatient, hips rolling every time Anna pressed a kiss lower than the ones before, inching her way towards the trim of black lace. Inhaling deeply, the redhead caught the faintest traces of Elsa's arousal, groaning as she pressed her tongue flat against the blonde's belly, a prelude of things to come.
"Anna, please!"
So polite, so vocal, it always did strange things to the redhead, hearing the want in her girlfriend's voice, the need in every sound. Not wanting to delay Elsa's pleasure further, Anna propped herself up, peeling the underwear away so she could finally get a good look at the blonde's sex.
It was weird, but she never really had the chance to look previously, considering she was usually preoccupied with Elsa's breasts or neck or mouth; exploration was always something that gradually drifted to the back of her mind, overpowered by the desire the please. The first thing she noticed was how rapidly the scent of her girlfriend's arousal permeated the air, calling to something deep within her. The second thing, of course, being that she was so wet, she was glistening faintly in the low light, and that was amazing. It was the female equivalent of a boner and Elsa had it because of her.
"You're beautiful," Anna said, the words slipping from her mouth in a hush as she settled on her stomach again, kissing up her girlfriend's thigh. "Wonderful." A kiss to the blonde curls at the top of her mound. "Loveable." She trailed her tongue along the inside of her other thigh. "Kind." A teasing kiss to the apex of her sex, that little bundle of nerves that had Elsa rolling her hips, asking for me. "Mine."
... Damned possessive streak.
"Yours," Elsa replied, moaning, looking at her with eyes darkened by lust but shining with love.
With some effort, Anna tore her gaze away and set to her task, using a broad swipe of her tongue to gather as much wetness as possible for her first taste. It... wasn't bad, per say- it was different. Like biting into dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate without noticing, rich and powerful and yeah, she could get used to this.
With one hand, she spread the blonde's lower lips apart, licking again, allowing her tongue to trace through Elsa's folds. She traced her entrance, which spasmed and twitched, beckoned her to dip inside, but she abstained for the moment, instead going up to swirl around her clitoris, flicking it lightly.
Elsa moaned, pressing her hips closer to Anna's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the redhead's tongue gliding through her folds and teasing her, drawing her to new heights. Some part of Anna wished she could see what she was doing to the blonde, the expressions playing across her face, but she wasn't too keen on moving from her post anytime soon. Still, she found her eyes either closing as she listened to the moans falling from her girlfriend's lips or open and looking up, trying to catch a glimpse beyond her heaving breasts.
Huh. Now there's an idea.
Surprisingly, she'd never really given Elsa's chest the attention it- or they- rightly deserved, one hand always being occupied much lower on her body. Seeing as she no longer needed to spread the blonde's folds open, Anna reached up, settling Elsa's thighs on her shoulders as she massaged her breasts, rolling her thumbs over erect nipples.
The effect was immediate; her girlfriend writhed, arching her back to push her breasts more firmly into Anna's hands while rolling her hips, using her thighs for leverage, desperate for more. Anna hesitated for a moment, lazily circling Elsa's clit, wondering if dipping her tongue inside the blonde would be okay. Usually, there was some sort of verbal confirmation that she could, but Elsa seemed less inclined to tell her what to do now more than ever, and she found it extremely difficult to break away and pause the momentum she had going for both of them by asking.
She settled for the best she could think of given the circumstances, sliding through Elsa's folds down to her entrance, circling it twice before dipping the tip of her tongue inside.
"Yes." The word was hissed through clenched teeth, in Norwegian no less, a hand weaving into her hair and pulling her closer.
She was obviously about to climax and Anna wasted no more time pushing her tongue in deeper, twisting it around, rolling it while her hands became a bit firmer in the way they grasped Elsa's breasts. Her jaw was starting to hurt and she never imagined her tongue could actually get tired, but it was certainly an unusual exercise- not that she was complaining, of course. She would just need more... practice for the actions to feel natural.
The blonde bucked her hips, crying out in ecstasy as she neared the edge. On a hunch, Anna moved back up to her clit, wrapping her lips around it, humming and sucking.
That did it. Elsa came, back arching as her thighs trembled, slightly buffeting Anna's head, though she wasn't very concerned about it. Feeling the blonde come undone in this position was both new and familiar to her and she reveled in riding out her girlfriend's orgasm, tongue dipping into Elsa again to feel the way the muscles fluttered during her climax.
When the blonde finally collapsed on the mattress, it took every ounce of Anna's willpower not to immediately ask when they could try that again.
"Sunshine." Elsa called, coaxing the redhead to crawl up so they could share a kiss. Anna could still feel the wetness coating her lips and chin but her girlfriend seemed equally unimpressed with any objection as she had been with the blonde's argument from before. As usual, their post-orgasm kisses and touches lacked the fire and need form before, lapsing to the side of chaste and affectionate as they cuddled up close, and perfect because of that. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Snowflake." Anna turned on her side, figuring it was a pleasant enough night that they didn't really need to go through all the trouble of getting under the covers, and pulled Elsa into her, back-to-front. Truthfully, she was tired and her body was more than ready to drop right off into the welcoming abyss of sleep. Her head, however, was still buzzing, dredging up thoughts that were best left forgotten and bugging her until she couldn't help but speak.
"I'm guessing you liked that."
"Mm-hmm."
"Which part? Like, uh, which part did you like best? That I could do more or, um, better?"
Elsa had had other partners, had been touched, had experience, and more than once Anna found herself wondering if she was missing something. Something a past lover did that the blonde really liked but hadn't disclosed to save Anna the embarrassment or the jealousy. It was stupid because she would eventually learn, given time and enthusiasm, and she certainly didn't lack the latter, but... well, there it was.
With a chuckle, Elsa sighed. "The 'you' part, Sunshine. That's always the best part."
Smiling so wide her jaw started hurting again, she nuzzled into her girlfriend's neck, holding her close and completely ready to surrender to sleep. Elsa's taste was still heavy on her tongue and she was excited for the next opportunity to come along. Maybe she could do some research into, ah, alternate techniques, or exercises to strengthen her jaw and tongue. It certainly sounded like her girlfriend liked it more than just using her fingers, and she could always add that in, sure.
Unbidden, the thought of how Elsa's inner muscles clenched around her fingers and tongue came to mind, imagining how that same sensation would feel when wrapped around her length. Sliding through slick folds with the most sensitive part of her, delving into her girlfriend's welcoming warmth-
Oh, crap, no, no, no, no!
Elsa tensed briefly before chuckling, turning her head slightly so she could raise a brow at the redhead, smirking. "Someone's up again."
"Thank you for stating the obvious." Anna groaned, hiding her face in blonde locks as her member throbbed, demanding attention. "I'll be right-"
"Oh, no, you're not pulling that card on me." Taking advantage of the distraction her averted blood flow usually spawned, the blonde slipped from her grasp and pushed her onto her back, straddling her stomach in the blink of an eye. "You are not leaving to go 'beat off' in the bathroom."
"Did you just revoke my masturbation privileges?" Anna couldn't help but laugh at the deadly serious look on her girlfriend's face. "On whose authority?"
"On mine." She leaned over the redhead, breasts swaying as her hair fell around her, blue eyes shining. "As the Queen of your heart, I hereby command that you not run away from me when I am perfectly capable and willing to attend to your... needs."
Anna gulped, unsure which was more mesmerizing: the look in Elsa's eyes, the way her breasts moved with every word and breath, or the sultry conviction in her voice. It was almost the same tone she used when she was in this-is-my-company mode, but layered with something she couldn't describe. "As my Queen commands."
Elsa smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. "You know... I've always wondered about the whole 'role playing' thing in the bedroom. I think you're a very good actor."
"I'm not acting," Anna replied, craning her neck and lifting herself up enough to plant her lips on the blonde's breastbone, in the center of her chest. "You are the Queen of my heart."
"Oh, Sunshine." Her voice was gentle, pressing a kiss to Anna's forehead before coaxing her back down, kissing her way from the redhead's mouth down towards her erection. "Then my command stands. I'm nothing if not a benevolent ruler."
"Wrong." She grinned. "You're a sexy benevolent ruler."
Elsa laughed, sitting back a bit too far, the redhead's member brushing against her inner thigh and causing her to tense. Anna watched and waited, eyes on the blonde's face. When the tension seemed to mount, the redhead took matters into her own hands, hands on her girlfriend's hips and guiding her, gently, to rest much higher than her original position would place her, requiring Elsa to shuffle forward a bit. The heat from her core was scorching against Anna's belly and her penis was painfully hard but her primary concern was easing Elsa, not the primal needs of her body.
"It's okay, Snowflake. We're not ready yet." The blonde seemed ready to argue but Anna just smiled and shook her head. "Baby steps, remember?" She started rubbing her thumbs in circles across Elsa's hips. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Her girlfriend sighed, leaning down to give her a kiss. "You're sure?"
"Positive." No hesitation, no regret.
Elsa gradually relaxed, seeking another kiss that lasted much longer, not born of regret or sorrow but absolute adoration. Finally, the intimate mood returned, the blonde still quite eager to assist. Words stopped being their method of communication after that.
They... didn't get much sleep that night.
The next morning, thankfully, was a late one, allowing both of them to sleep in though Elsa, predictably, was the first to wake. Without the aid of an alarm, sleep was one of those indulgences Anna greedily partook without a care, cringing when the late morning light slipped through the curtains and roused her. She flipped over, shielding herself from the light and nearly ready to drop off back into sleep, but she was missing something very important.
Her girlfriend.
Scrubbing the sleep from her eyes, Anna got up, stifling a yawn as she rummaged through her dresser for some underwear and shorts, throwing a shirt on as she walked out of the bedroom. Elsa was sitting at the dining room table, absently rubbing at her neck while nursing a cup of coffee, the heavy smell wafting from the fresh pot in the kitchen. Smiling, the redhead came up behind her and started massaging her neck, her girlfriend instantly relaxing under her touch.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Elsa said, taking a sip from her cup.
"Morning, Snowflake." She leaned down, brushing a kiss against the blonde's cheek as she worked the stiff muscles beneath her fingers. "Is this from stress? Or...?"
"Last night." She reluctantly admitted, leaning her head back to look up at the redhead. "It's nothing, really. Just a twinge."
"Uh huh." Anna was skeptical but relented at the look shining in those blue eyes. "I guess I kinda know what you mean. My jaw's a little sore."
"Oh? Perhaps I could help." There was that little twinkle again, the hint of mischief that she would gladly follow into the unknown.
"I'm sure you could, but I'm not sure if I could handle it." She admitted, putting a bit more pressure into a particular stubborn knot and pulling a moan from the other woman. "Feels good?"
"Amazing."
Anna smiled, sneaking another kiss in as she felt the knot finally loosen, the blonde relaxing under her hands. "Better?"
"Much. Thank you, Sunshine." Elsa turned her head, this time seeking a kiss on her lips that lasted a little longer than was entirely innocent. While it did occur to her that her jaw was still a bit sore, she really wasn't of a mind to complain. When their lips parted, Anna had somehow wound up sitting in the blonde's lap, and was really in no mood to move. "So, have you given any thought to our anniversary?"
"Only every third thought," she replied, draping an arm around her girlfriend's shoulders.
"Oh? And what are the other two-thirds?"
"Well, one third's the anniversary, one third is you, and the other third is chocolate." Anna paused, then shrugged. "Or food, but mostly chocolate."
Elsa shook her head and laughed. They spent the rest of their morning talking about ideas for the special day.
Anna stepped into the apartment with a wide smile on her face despite still being a little out of breath, slipping her book bag from her shoulder as she closed the door behind her. It was less than a week away from their anniversary and today was the day they'd set aside for finalizing the plans for it, once the redhead was finished with her morning classes. So, of course, anticipation made those hours drag on far longer than usual and keeping her focus on the material was nearly a herculean feat in and of itself.
"Elsa!" She called out, heading into the study to deposit her bag and maybe get her homework out and in order before getting down to details with the blonde. "Snowflake?"
The door to their study was closed and the redhead opened it with only a little hesitation. What she found brought a small smile to her lips: slumped in her seat with her head resting on folded arms was her beloved girlfriend, apparently asleep. Beside her was the open music box Anna had given her for her birthday, the tune long since stopped, and her computer screen had even kicked off. While Anna was aware that the blonde had pulled more than one overnight shift the past few weeks due to some sort of scheduling conflict, she hadn't realized her girlfriend was that exhausted. Some part of her was tempted to leave Elsa as she was but, given the uncomfortable looking angle of her neck, the redhead decided that moving her to the bed was a better option. A little afternoon nap never hurt, especially when life was just piling on the stress.
Setting her book bag by her desk, Anna carefully pulled the blonde's chair back, earning a mumbled complaint from her girlfriend as she shifted the other woman into her arms. Of course, as completely out of it as Elsa was, she couldn't really help any, so the redhead was left to awkwardly position her girlfriend as best she could, careful not to bump her head against the walls or doors as she made her way to their bedroom. Elsa was by no means light but Anna had half carried, half dragged a drunk Kristoff home more than once, so it was easy in comparison, though she worried the other woman was lighter than she had any right to be. Whenever she woke up, they were going to have a serious talk about the blonde's diet; an increase in work hours didn't mean she could get away with skipping meals.
Trying to be as gentle as possible, Anna lowered her girlfriend onto their bed, preparing to pull away as arms snaked around her neck. She tried to pry them away but Elsa- even in her unconscious state- was having none of it, twisting her body and throwing the redhead off balance. Again, in an effort not to wake her, Anna scrambled to keep herself from landing on the other woman, ending up rolling onto her back as Elsa, somehow, settled halfway on top of her, nuzzling into her chest with one arm automatically wrapping around her waist.
In a blink of an eye, she was trapped between her hope to allow the blonde to rest and her desire to move, unable to connect the dots between 'put girlfriend in bed' to 'become girlfriend's body pillow' despite it having just happened. Seriously, how did Elsa do that? While asleep, no less?
Anna shifted, checking to see if she could manage to wriggle away, but Elsa's hold tightened, decreasing her desire to leave the embrace. It wasn't the most comfortable position by any means with Elsa's arm trapped under her neck but she could live with it. Glancing down, the redhead felt a soft smile tug at her lips as she stared at her girlfriend's peaceful expression, running a hand gently along the other woman's arm. She wasn't exactly tired, so drifting off for an afternoon nap didn't seem too likely but it wasn't like she had anywhere to be; she could just stay here for a few hours. No big deal.
Biting her lips, Anna gently reached out and brushed Elsa's bangs back, tucking the locks behind her ear. She couldn't quite crane her neck enough to press a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead, though, so she just softly hummed the tune of some new pop song she'd noticed the blonde liked. When she finally fell silent a few minutes later, the blonde turned her head and pressed a kiss to Anna's cheek out of habit.
Except, she usually only did that after they finished watching a movie or something of the like.
Anna blinked. "You're awake, aren't you?"
"Yes," her girlfriend replied, the words slightly mumbled again her chest.
Rolling her eyes, she continued. "Are you going to let me up?"
"No."
She couldn't help but chuckle, noting the smile curling Elsa's lips before shifting. Although initially reluctant to allow movement of any sort, the blonde relented when she made it clear they were only repositioning, allowing Anna to get more comfortable as her girlfriend settled more of her weight against her.
"Sorry I woke you up. How's your neck?"
"Don't apologize," Elsa replied, her words interrupted by a yawn. "Woke up when we passed the kitchen. It's s'alright."
She could tell her beloved was drifting off again and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sleep, Snowflake. I'll be right here when you wake up."
There might've been a mumbled thanks before the blonde was sound asleep but Anna didn't mind, spending the sudden detour studying Elsa's sleeping form, daydreaming about half a dozen possible futures and finding herself utterly content.
Author's Note: Okay, so, next chapter? No smut... but have your insulin ready. Thanks for reading!