slightly nsfw but not really. just mentions of it, but nothing graphic

Sex, for Anna, was usually a pretty easy affair. She had no qualms about her body, nor about her likes (in regards to people, and with the fun they could have). Trying new things was the spice of life, and that extended to the bedroom.

Which was why she was thinking about just how… unadventurous the previous night had been.

Not that it was boring! Far from it! But usually her routine would involve giving or getting head, and then the actual, like, act. Usually for some times and utilising various positions. She had a few strap-ons to choose from, always clean and ready to go. And if her partner didn't need one, well, variety flavoured condoms were good no matter who was wearing them.

But this girl… it was different. It wasn't messy. It wasn't loud. She was expressive, but in her body, not her words.

And she loved watching. That was the strangest thing.

Anna's usual hookups were in dark places – bathrooms and in cars. Not often her own bedroom, but this time she'd made an exception. And hoo boy had it been worth it. Never had she had such a receptive partner. Never had her partner sobbed as she came, the pleasure simply overwhelming. Anna's heard had filled with pride in that moment, and it had only made her hungry for more. They didn't speak, but they didn't need to – and honestly, who had a conversation with a fling like this?

No, the gasps and cries that erupted from their lips were more than enough.

Falling asleep with this girl still kissing her, running bruised lips against a collarbone coloured by a thousand hickeys, was just the icing on a very, very delicious cake.

When she woke up, hours later, she wondered only briefly whether she'd made a mistake or not.

She wanted to get up – make sure her computer was still where it should be. That none of her textbooks had been stolen, nor her signed picture of Morena Baccarin.

The delightful ache in her muscles kept her in bed, squinting at the ceiling.

Holy hell.

The blanket had been thrown askew, leaving her covered just by a thin top sheet. The sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the blinds, landing next to her on the pillow and giving no indication of the actual time.

Grumbling, Anna turned over, prepared to fall back asleep, when something caught the light and blinded her. Letting out a groan, she clutched at her head, sitting up. Grasping blindly at the source, her fingers curled around a small piece of… paper?

Bringing it to her face, it took a few moments for Anna to recognise the writing there. When she did, her eyes widened, headache forgotten.

text me xx

—elsa

Sex, for Elsa, was usually a rather messy affair. And not always in the fun way – or, not always in her fun way. There had been blood before, which wasn't her particular kink. She liked fingernails scratching down her back, desperate to pull her closer. She liked taste and scent and touch, and the ever-present – blinding – need to be closer.

So when this girl all but pushed her against the bed and took her, touching everywhere until every inch of her skin was tender and and sensitive, it was everything she'd ever dreamed.

When hickeys were burned into her flesh and she was crying out, her pleasure dripping onto the sheets and tears leaking from her eyes. Well. She'd found heaven in that moment.

And when her partner had just kissed the tears away, brushing sweet-stained lips against her own, it had just made her want to cry again.

It hadn't been her first foray into sex, but it had been the most rewarding.

When she'd awoken, far too early for her liking, it had been painful to leave. Not just physically, though that had been part of it. Her thighs burned with every step, and her stomach protested sitting up, the muscles stretched and achy.

No, some small part of it was emotional, too. She gazed at the woman still asleep next to her. Already bruises were forming, on her chest and on her throat. The sight of them filled Elsa with something – some small satisfaction that she had been the one to leave them, coupled with sadness that she wouldn't get to do it again.

So she'd left a small note with her number and her name, low expectations to ever hear back from the woman she's shared such an experience with.

That was why, six hours later, the flash of her phone was so unexpected.

uh. hey. so u left ur number n honestly i dont usually do this but i thought 'y not'. um. my name is anna. we spent the night together. so um. hi.