naglsahazuki's ask on tumblr: write flustered!elsa! :)

world; modern au, genre: romance, humor?, rated T for suggestive themes (closest thing you'll ever see me write to smut)


It was just simple eyeballing from either end of the room. It was just a mere spark. Just a drunk undertone. Just a fling. Just a… an innocent night turned to into a little something more.

Elsa cracked her eyes open to the suns rays that burned unbearably into the back of her eyelids. She flopped back on the slick mattress, popping the knots that have formed in her shoulders overnight, letting her bony shoulder blades pierce smooth cotton. But suddenly, in the haze of the new awakening and hung over aftermaths, she realizes something she wished she hadn't.

She's naked.

With only a freakin' blanket draping over her bare form.

Her eyes widened immediately, hastily bunching the blanket and pillows to form a protection over her, like a wall to ward off whatever evil that touched her last night. She looks beside her, and the mattress there left the feel that there was in fact a person that slept there beside her.

In bed.

Last night.

Just the two of them.

Drunk.

Elsa felt panic rising up her chest, before willing her fingers to stop shaking and catch her own breath as she collected her thoughts and tried very hard to remember what the hell actually happened last night.

Okay. It was Anna, forcing her to go to this big year end party, going to the year end party, seeing cousin Rapunzel, waving meek hi's to everyone that recognized her (some she doesn't even know), refusing alcohol, giving into alcohol, getting drunk, 'Like a Virgin' duet with Astrid, seeing this cute gray haired guy across the room and—

He's standing right in front of her with only a towel wrapped around his waists.

All the breath was sucked out of Elsa's lungs.

"Who are—"

"Hi," he smiled, almost cockily across from her. "Jack. Its Jack."

She squinted at her, still trying to digest the sudden introduction. This was a mistake, a misconception, a misunderstanding, a joke. She pressed the blanket harder to her chest, knuckles turning white.

"Okay then, Jack. What the hell are you doing in my hotel room—"

He snorted, she was in disbelief. "Your hotel room? Missy, you booked this after hooking your arms around my neck and kissing me senseless, remember?"

Elsa's face dropped with her stomach.

"What… what happened, really?"

"Well," Jack shrugged, a boyish shrug as he began to make his way towards her, only a towel still obscuring her vision from any unnecessary sights she'd had enough of. "… you know, that happened."

A few hazy heated memories hit her, he didn't use protection.

And she wasn't on godforsaken pills either.

Bloody hell.

She fainted.