AN: *waves white flag, hiding behind 3-inch thick blast door* Don't kill me! I know this took WAY too long to get out. My only excuse is that life is a BITCH and stress killed my muse. Luckily, I resurrected her with lots of mouth-to-mouth :3 Seriously, though, I've been stuck behind a MAJOR block for the last three weeks or so and it's been killing me that I haven't updated this sooner. That aside, I'm expecting at least 2 more chapters out of this, maybe more, we'll see what my mind comes up with. Review replies at the end of the chapter! ^_^ Thank you, and as always, read, review, like and fav! :3 Be sure to follow my fic fanpage on FB for updates; link on my profile.

Content Warnings: Somnophilia, incest (duh)

Chapter 3

The Queen rose from sleep slowly, groggily, her mind refusing to relinquish its hold on unconsciousness. Her thoughts felt sluggish and heavy, and as she sensed the soothing weight of her blankets over her body, she became steadily more aware of her entire body and the soreness that seemed to penetrate every muscle. Slowly she realized she must have remained in the same position the entire night, which even in her luxurious bed meant a stiff and aching start to the day.

Damned medicine, she thought derisively. Lot of good it had done, too. She still recalled having the nightmare again…but then it changed. Her face flushed as she recalled the path her dream had taken. The blonde's fingers drifted across her lips, remembering that fantasy kiss. It should have disgusted her, or at the very least she should feel guilty. But it was just a dream. And as she remembered the sensation of her sister's soft, warm lips brushing lovingly, longingly against her own, she couldn't find an ounce of guilt over her wayward desires.

She'd been in love with her sister for as long as she could remember. Anna had been the only constant in her life besides those cursed powers that kept her secluded from everyone. Elsa had watched her from her window, growing to crave those times she could catch a glimpse of her younger sibling trouncing through the gardens. In those early years, she'd figured it was just her yearning to be with her sister, to be out there and sharing their childhood together like they had before the…accident.

But when her little sister had begun to mature, Elsa's own hormones had taken over her observations. Her sister had always had a thin figure, but as puberty worked its own magic on the young woman, it had tortured Elsa with visions of a womanly figure emerging from her little wisp of a sister. But that wasn't what had made Elsa truly fall for the younger woman.

It was the daily visits Anna had made to her door. It was an emotional torture she'd endured because she'd thought she had to. She thought she was protecting her sister back then. Some days Anna would sit outside her door talking about some antics she had gotten up to the day before. Other days she would simply sit there and wait for Elsa to respond. And on the bad days…she would beg Elsa to let her in, crying, and it would tear Elsa's heart out each time. And never once would the redhead cast blame on Elsa, or berate her for not letting her in. She would just plead and cry, and Elsa would sit in her room quietly weeping like the heartless monster she'd thought herself to be.

But those feelings that had been developing disappeared in a wave of pain and numbness the day their parents had died. In one moment of devastating turmoil, everything she'd felt was shoved into a tight box and locked away as she prepared herself for the future and her duty-to-come.

Groaning, the Queen threw the blankets back and made to sit up. It was then she noticed she was completely naked in her bed. It took her a moment to puzzle that out until she realized she'd been wearing her ice gown to bed. She must have subconsciously shed the dress when she'd fallen asleep. She just hoped Anna hadn't seen her in such an inappropriate state of dress…

The thought of Anna had the blonde royal looking around in confusion. When she'd gone to sleep her little sister had been nestled at her side. I guess she didn't want to sleep in here all night. She must have gone to her own bed. The thought brought on a wave of sadness but she quickly suppressed it. It was understandable, and she was just thankful Anna had been there for her at all.

In spite of the nightmare, she'd actually wound up sleeping deeply. She had the impression that she'd dreamt more but she couldn't recall anything clearly.

Yawning, she tossed her legs over the side of the bed, wincing at the sharp pain from her hip. There was a purple and yellow bruise on her hip where she'd fallen last night and she grimaced. Luckily that's the only thing that happened. She didn't think she could have gone another day without proper sleep. And again, her thoughts turned to her sister and that all-encompassing loving nature the young woman possessed.

Smiling wistfully, she stood slowly from her bed and stretched languidly, her arms reaching for the ceiling.

"Elsa, are you awa—" Anna's words cut off abruptly, the door knob still in her hand from entering the room so abruptly. Elsa gasped and waved her hand in front of her, conjuring her ice gown over her naked body and turning away from her sister, her face flaming.

"Anna! What are you doing? Were you raised in a barn?!" She hadn't meant to sound so harsh but her embarrassment at being so exposed in front of her sister had her voice sounding abrasive and caustic.

"Um, no, I was raised in a castle," Anna replied, her voice hushed and Elsa winced, thinking she'd hurt the redhead's feelings. But when she glanced at her sister she saw that the young woman's face was nearly as crimson as her blazing red braids. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted in something akin to shock.

Taking a deep breath, Elsa turned back to face the princess. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh, you just surprised me."

Anna shook her head like she was coming out of a trance. "It's okay, that was totally my fault. I should have knocked. I just thought you might still be asleep and I didn't want to disturb you because the doctor said you should get plenty of rest, and doctors know best. But I didn't want you to miss lunch since you didn't make it for breakfast and—"

"Anna," the Queen interrupted what would undoubtedly be a long, drawn out ramble session, giggling behind her hand. She's too cute, she thought as she shook her head. "I didn't realize I had slept so long." She smiled, looking down at the floor. "I had forgotten what it felt like to sleep through the night."

Warm arms embraced her in a soothing hug and she gladly wrapped her arms around her sister's waist. "Elsa," Anna said next to her ear, the sound sending a sudden shiver down the Queen's spine. Luckily, her sister didn't seem to notice. "You know I'm here for you, whatever you need." You, the Queen's mind shouted, violently silenced. "You're not alone anymore."

Elsa sniffed, already feeling the tears trying to escape her suddenly watery eyes. "I know," she said softly into her sister's shoulder. "It's just difficult. I've been alone for so long. It'll take time for me to get used to this." She pulled back from her sister to meet her eyes. "Open doors and all that."

Anna nodded, smiling at her sister as she took the blonde's hands into her own. "We'll make it, Els, together."

She nodded, forcing a smile to her face even as her emotions tried to bury her in guilt and doubt. "Together," she whispered back. Clearing her throat, she pulled her hands away and gestured vaguely. "I'd like to get a bath before lunch, if you don't mind waiting."

Anna's eyes widened with some indecipherable emotion but she quickly blinked and it was gone so fast that Elsa wasn't sure she hadn't imagined it. Nodding quickly, Anna backed towards the door, "I'll have a bath drawn for you—ow," she'd back into the door frame, and Elsa couldn't help but giggle at her sister's clumsy nature. Anna gave her a smile and turned to leave the room.

She glanced back at the Queen, a serious look in her eyes. "Remember, Elsa…together."

The blonde royal stood there as her heart threatened to pound from her chest, nodding absently. Then Anna smiled and left her standing there wearing her heart in her eyes for all of the world to see.

Together, she thought. If only…

The rest of the day went by fast, and the Queen realized quickly just how overworked her body was. By the time nine o'clock rolled around she was barely able to keep herself upright. But that didn't stop her from enjoying the day with her sister, even if it did seem a bit…awkward.

Anna had always been a bumbling mess of excitement and nervous energy, but the young woman seemed to have found a whole new level of tense inelegance. She rambled more than was usual even for her, mostly about incongruous things like the state of the gardens and the weather.

But what was the strangest, by far, was the distance she was keeping from Elsa. Normally, her young sister would cling to her side, her hand resting in the crook of the older woman's arm as they walked. Yet the entire day was spent with her at arm's length, her hands clasped in front or behind her, always gesturing about as if she wanted to keep her hands busy. It was the oddest behavior and seemed so unlike the sister she'd gotten to know in the recent week.

Well, we are basically strangers, she tried to reason. She couldn't expect to truly know the woman Anna had become in just a week. But even still, she thought it odd that her sister's behavior would change so abruptly. Was it because she was worried about Elsa? Or was her sister trying to keep her distance from the Queen for some other unknown reason?

Did I do something wrong, she wondered. Maybe she's more upset than I thought that I didn't come to her about the nightmares. Disconcerted by the thought, she made it a point to try to get to the bottom of it that evening before she went to sleep. She wouldn't sleep well thinking her sister was truly upset with her, regardless of that medicine.

With that in mind, she made a point to try and enjoy their time together, resisting the urge to reach out and take her sister's hand. She missed the physical contact with her younger sibling more than she knew was appropriate. Anna's touch had always been a soothing, comforting thing to her, and especially so now that they were together again. And, she admitted to herself, it gave her a sense of pleasure and satisfaction to have those soft, gentle fingers against her skin.

The sun had set and they had just finished up their evening meal together. She still couldn't think of a way to broach the subject of Anna's distance. Her sister had gone disturbingly quiet the closer time came for them to retire to bed. She's probably just tired after entertaining me all day. It was the more likely answer, as she recalled her sister had been awake long before the blonde and even Elsa was yawning into her hand.

They made their way quickly to their rooms. Anna was looking down at the floor as they walked and it wasn't until they passed her little sister's door that she realized Anna wasn't with her anymore. She paused and turned to see the redhead staring after her, her teeth worrying her lower lip, one hand on her doorknob.

Elsa smiled and gestured toward Anna. "Can you stay with me again? I don't…" she paused, her voice breaking a bit, "…I don't want to be alone."

The redhead's eyes widened for a moment and then she smiled, nodding quickly. "Let me get bathed and changed and I'll be right in." She opened her door, but quickly turned back to the Queen. "Um, don't forget to take your medicine."

There was a strange note in the young princess's voice that Elsa couldn't quite identify, but she shrugged it off. "I will," she replied. She didn't think she could face going to sleep without having the comfort of her sister's arms around her.

She made her way to her chambers and bathed herself quickly, brushing her hair out and braiding the blonde tresses. She had moved from her old room and into a suite of rooms just before her Coronation, which had come to be known as the new Queen's Chambers to the castle staff.

She finished up in the bathroom, wrapping herself in a towel and went into her room to find Anna sitting on the side of her bed, waiting for her. The redhead looked up as she entered the room, looking like a doe caught in torchlight as her eyes took in the Queen's state of dress.

"Oh, um, do you want me to wait outside while you dress?" Anna said, her voice pitched high, almost squeaking the words.

Smiling, the blonde shook her head, making her way over to her closet. "You're fine. You can just look the other way if you want." Elsa felt herself flush at the thought of being naked in front of her sister, but she knew it was just her overactive hormones. There was no way her sister would be interested in actually seeing her like that.

She took a soft, silk evening gown from her drawer, wondering idly as she dropped her towel to the floor, her back to her sister, when did she lose her ice gown the previous night? Everything was fuzzy, as it had been when the medicine had hit her, so she wasn't sure. She thought she'd had it on when Anna had gotten into bed with her but she…couldn't remember.

She shook her head at her confusing train of thought. It shouldn't matter, but she felt like she was missing something from that night. There was an ache in her chest, a vague recollection of soft breathing and…a moan? No, that definitely wasn't right, must be her feverish mind playing tricks of her from lack of sleep.

Ugh, I'm never letting myself get sleep deprived again! She realized abruptly that she'd been standing there staring off into space clutching her nightgown and quickly donned the silk fabric, luxuriating in the feel of the soft, cool material over her strangely overheated skin.

She turned around to see her sister sitting stiffly facing the opposite direction. The blonde grinned and snuck her way over to the unsuspecting girl and jumped across the bed, grabbing her about the waist and dug her fingers into the redhead's side.

The screech that her sister let out was followed immediately by a fit of laughter, the younger girl trying her hardest to struggle free of the Queen's unrelenting digits. "Stop! Ahhh! Elsa—" she yipped as one hand found a particularly sensitive spot and dug in "—STOP! You're an evil woman!"

The younger girl finally got herself turned around and threw herself bodily at the Queen. Elsa tried to roll and get away but wound up with Anna trapping her arms at the sides of her head, the young princess looking at her upside down with a panting smirk. "That was mean," she said through breaths.

Elsa struggled against her sister's hold, but the younger girl had her held fast in an iron tight grip. "Why are you so strong?"

Anna grinned and the mischievous look in her eyes made Elsa swallow hard. "Horses, dear sister, take a lot of strength to control. And the reason I'm so strong is so I can do things like this." She held the Queen's eyes and leaned down slowly.

Elsa couldn't breathe as her sister's face approached hers. She felt herself flush with heat that had nothing to do with their struggling play and everything to do with their compromising positions. Anna's mouth was moving slowly closer to her face, and the blonde couldn't take her eyes off those soft, pink lips, her dream kiss coming back to her in a rush of sensation.

And then her face was suddenly drenched in wet spittle as her sister blew a raspberry at the unsuspecting Queen.

"Anna!" the helpless woman screamed, jerking her hands to her face as the redhead releases her arms, rolling onto her side in a fit of giggles. "That was gross," she complained, wiping at her face and turning to glare at the young woman.

Anna just grinned cheekily at her. "You started it," she replied, sticking out her tongue.

The Queen smiled and shook her head. "Brat," she muttered. "Give me my medicine, princess, before I have you flogged."

Anna giggled and took the bottle and spoon from the bedside. "I'm pretty sure you can't do that," she said as she filled the spoon and offered it to her sister.

Elsa cringed but leaned forward to take the spoon in her mouth. She pinched her nose and swallowed quickly, reaching for the glass of water her sister was already offering her, drinking quickly to rid her mouth of that taste. "Gah! Does that stuff have to taste so awful?" She shuddered, then glared at her sister. "And I'm the Queen, don't think I don't have a personal disciplinarian on hand for such an occasion as a disobedient princess."

Anna swatted at her arm and threw back the blankets. As they both settle in under the warm fabric, the redhead looked up from cuddling close to Elsa with a sheepish smile. "I love you. I'm so glad we can be like this again." She bit her lower lip, not meeting the Queen's eyes. "I was scared things would be different, now that you're the Queen. But it's just like when we were younger."

Elsa felt her heart clench at her sister's words, leaning down to kiss the younger girl's forehead. Anna snuggled closer, her head resting on the older sibling's shoulder, one arm wrapped around Elsa's waist as the blonde caressed the young girl's hair.

"I love you, too," she whispered, feeling lethargy seeping into her muscles already. "I missed you so much, Anna." The arm at her waist tightened in response and she smiled against her little sister's hair. She felt the grogginess overcoming her but she wanted to say more to comfort the beautiful redhead in her arms. "I…love you. You're so precious to me." Were her words slurring? "I'm so…happy you're with me."

She felt the heavy cloud of sleep from the medicine settle over her, thoughts and emotions wavering in her mind in unassuming collages that her awareness couldn't quite nail down into one coherent verbal expression. She tried to speak again but her mouth just wouldn't form words so the last thing that escaped her lips was a quiet mmm. And then the world faded as her eyes slid shut, the warmth of her sister's body a comforting weight as she drifted off to blissful sleep.

Anna lay there for a half hour, nestled into her sister's side, unable to sleep. Her pulse hitched as she felt the sheer material of Elsa's silk nightgown beneath her hand across the blonde's waist. Like the previous night, she was nervous and apprehensive, but more than anything she was eager to continue her explorations. She hadn't been able to look at her sister the same in the light of day. Her entire day had been full of nervous rambling and awkward distance. But there, with her sister once again sleeping soundly under her, she felt empowered and confident.

Lifting her head, she eased her body up onto her right elbow, looking down at the restful face of her precious sister. "Elsa," she whispered, bringing her hand up to cup the Queen's cheek in her palm. "Are you awake?"

Smiling, Anna felt a bit lightheaded as that overwhelming heady sensation flooded her body again. She felt so much more brazen this time, her body already aching and wanting like it had the night before. She leaned in as she used her hand to gently tilt her sister's face to hers.

Breathing deeply, she brought her face closer and brushed her lips purposefully against Elsa's, suppressing a shudder as heat spread through her body at the slight contact. Emboldened, she pressed her lips more firmly to her sister's, biting back a moan at the soft feel of those silky lips. It was just as she remembered, and she was burning to taste the woman's mouth again.

Her tongue teased along the seam of her sister's lips, then shamelessly delved between them to explore the older woman's mouth completely. This time she did moan softly, the minty, cool taste of her sister's mouth filling her senses, so uniquely Elsa that the young redhead couldn't help but ache with her newfound desire.

A flicker of something cold fluttering against her tongue drew a gasp from the redhead, the young princess drawing back quickly. Elsa's eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed, but her lips were moving softly, almost like they were seeking. A small sound came from the Queen's slightly parted lips, and Anna realized she'd felt Elsa's tongue unconsciously dancing against her own.

Anna's let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, apprehension filling her. Elsa was reacting to her kiss even in her sleep. Is she dreaming? Who would she be dreaming of kissing? Anna felt her chest tighten as a wave of jealousy washed over her. She wanted Elsa to be thinking of her, but she knew the Queen wouldn't be interested in her like that. She was her sister, sisters…didn't do things like that…

At least not while they're awake, Anna thought, smiling down at her older sibling as she sat up beside her. It was strange but she felt none of the guilt she had the previous night. It was as if in that small space of time with Elsa unaware, Anna could feel confident of her ministrations. And after that glimpse she'd gotten earlier of the Queen's bare naked form, she knew she wanted to explore all of her.

She bit her lips as she pulled the blankets down to her sister's waist again, leaving her lower half covered for now. She had been sad to see her sister had chosen to wear a more traditional silken nightgown instead of her ice gown, but it wasn't a total loss. The way it hugged her sister's hips and breasts, wreathing that lithe body in velvety, thin material…Anna shuddered at the memory of holding the blonde beauty pinned under her. She'd been so close to kissing Elsa then, but her fear had made her chicken out.

She wasted no time in delving into her explorations, running her hands down across the thin material covering Elsa's perfect figure. Between her breasts, lower across the blonde beauty's abdomen, then back up, all the while watching for signs of her sister returning to consciousness. But the Queen's eyes remained closed, though Anna did notice a pink flush to the older woman's cheeks that was quickly spreading across her shoulders and dipping beneath her gown. Her eyes continued to trace a hot path across the swell of fabric that barely restrained her sister's generous bosom.

Mmm, and speaking of… she slowly, gently cupped one of her sister's delectable breasts in her palm, suppressing a shudder at the soft, malleable feel. When Elsa still didn't react, Anna began a slow massaging motion, using her thumb to occasionally brush against an erect nipple through the material of her gown. Each time she did, the sleeping blonde's breath would hitch ever so slightly, which only served to send tiny jolts of heat to the redhead's core.

She was already severely turned on and she'd barely touched the perfect specimen of feminine beauty before her. She didn't know just how far she planned to take things, but she knew she wanted to explore every intimate detail she could plunder. But even still, a part of her knew she had to be careful. She couldn't risk losing her sister if she ever discovered her younger sister's guilty nighttime pleasures.

What if she feels the same way I do? She did kiss me last night, her mind tried to reason. She was asleep, though, that could have been anyone to her, her unwanted logic replied.

Anna shook the thoughts away, willing herself to focus on what she had in front of her rather than dwelling on what-ifs. Smiling winsomely at the sight, she leaned down to feather kisses up her sister's abdomen, delighting in the small flutters she felt ripple across the lightly toned abs beneath the silky fabric. When she reached the swell of the Queen's breasts she bit her lip and glared at the constraining material.

She situated herself slowly but surely closer to her sister. When she was comfortable and sure she hadn't disturbed the sleeping Queen, she reached up to Elsa's shoulders, pulling the thin straps of her gown down her arms. She held her breath as she slowly peeled back the front of the blonde's gown until she had those perfect, pert breasts revealed to her hungry gaze.

There was a strange buzzing sensation in her thoughts, blocking out everything save for the desire for her sister. All she could think of was devouring her in that instance, but just as she made to lunge forward and take what she wanted she was able to reign in her raging hormones enough to slowly, gently take the blonde's nipple into her mouth. She wasn't sure which of them moaned because Anna had closed her eyes at the ice-cold feel of Elsa's skin against her warm, wet lips. It didn't matter, only the feel of the flawless body beneath her did.

She eventually forced her heavy lids open to keep an eye on her sister, relieved to find her eyes still closed. The blonde beauty's lips were parted and her chest was heaving up into Anna's mouth as the princess gently massaged her sister's nipple between her lips, flicking back and forth with her tongue. This time she was sure it was Elsa when a soft moan broke from her parted lips, sending a sharp wave of heat straight to Anna's core.

How was it her sister could sound so damned erotic without even being awake? It wasn't fair. All she had to do was emit a simple sound and it sent Anna careening over the edge, pulses of heat and tension coiling through her young body, pooling at the apex of her thighs. She clenched her legs together, wanting to ease that building ache but she was too focused on her sister's body.

She leaned across the blonde to pay some much-needed attention to the other beautiful mound, suckling an erect nipple between her hungry lips. She cupped the other breast in her palm, flicking at the cold, wet peak as her tongue and lips worshiped her current obsession. Another moan slipped from her sister's lips, cutting off into a deep groan at the back of her throat. The older woman was panting, her face flushed and heated, but her eyes remained closed which only spurred the younger sister on.

With a final lick, Anna drew back with a panting sigh. She wanted more, her curiosity overwhelming any form of reticence she might have had. Her free hand made its way down her sister's body, grasping the blankets and drawing them further down, settling just below her knees. She paused then, admiring the fetching sight Elsa made, lying prone with her perfect breasts exposed for the princess's greedy eyes, tracing the line of her body down to the brief glimpse of thighs just barely visible at the bottom of her gown.

The gown was in her grasping fingers before she could stop herself, pulling the yielding material upwards. Slowly, torturously slow, she lifted the gown, revealing gloriously pale flesh inch by inch. And then her sister's most intimate of places was exposed to her gaze, her eyes going wide and her mouth going dry at the most beautiful sight she'd witnessed.

She set the gown to rest about her sister's navel, eying the small patch of blonde curls that crested Elsa's moist lower lips. All at once the Queen's heated scent hit the young redhead, sending an uncontrollable shudder rippling through her body. Anna gasped at the intensely erotic sensations barreling through her own aching body, unable to keep her body still as it sought to sooth the pressure building in her own burning core.

She swallowed the hard lump in her throat, glancing back up to the blonde's face to ensure she was still sleeping soundly. The Queen's face, though not as flushed as earlier, was still resting peacefully, her lips parted ever so slightly in the most enticing manner.

Biting her lower lip, Anna traced her fingers across Elsa's exposed navel, skirting just above those inviting curls. Her heart was racing, the staccato beating in her chest matched only by her panting breaths. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she slowly dipped her fingers lower into her sister's waiting heat.

It was, without a doubt, the most deliriously erotic tactile sensation she'd ever felt in her life. The fine hairs as she trailed her fingers downward felt as soft as feathers on her skin. But that was nothing to the warmth of the Queen's lower lips as her fingers pressed intimately against her sister's moist labia. With the position of her sister's legs resting spread slightly apart, it gave her just enough room to slide her middle finger along those outer lips.

She drew her finger back momentarily to stare at the moisture that gathered on the tip. Curious, she drew the digit to her mouth and flicked her tongue across the moisture. Her eyes went wide and she greedily drew her finger into her mouth, drinking in the taste of her sister's sweet nectar. Groaning, she pulled her finger out with an audible pop and glanced up to her sister's face to ensure she was still asleep. Not that she cared in that moment, she wanted to taste more of that delicious ambrosia.

Panting, she returned her hand to Elsa's waiting slit, her saliva-moist finger slipping easily between her folds, whimpering at the pure heat emanating from within. She pressed her searching digit slowly up and down those slick folds, biting her lips hard to keep the undoubtedly-loud moan from reaching past her throat. She pulled back once more and hungrily drew her soaking finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping up every bit of her sister's succulent juices.

Anna was lost in the taste and feel of her sister's body. She couldn't bring herself to hold back even if she wanted to. She needed more. Pulling her proffered finger from her devouring mouth was a struggle, but she ached to return to her unknowing lover.

She slipped her slick finger back between Elsa's moist folds and traced them up and down again. When she reached back to the top of her sister's slit, she pressed down against the nub she found there.

Her heart leapt into her throat as her sister's back arched slightly off the bed at her touch, moaning softly, longingly into the air. Anna stopped all movement, not even daring to breathe as the Queen slowly lowered back to the bed, her breath panting out. When Anna didn't continue her ministrations, the blonde released a quiet whimper of sound. Feeling suddenly fearful, yet unwilling to retreat, the redhead slowly flexed her finger against her sister's sensitive nub again, circling slowly as she studied her sibling's reaction.

The older woman's back arched slightly again, small mewling noises coming from her throat. Her sister's face was flushed and her body was pouring off heat where Anna's fingers teased the blonde's lower lips. It was by far the most erotic display of sensual pleasure the assailing princess had ever experienced. She couldn't pull her eyes away from her sister's face as she continued to gently massage the button of sensitive flesh she'd discovered.

As Elsa's movements began to become more frantic, Anna's common sense decided to interrupt her libido. She didn't want to wake her sister, and she feared at that moment that she was very close to doing so if she continued. She wanted to keep pleasuring her Queen, to explore and plunder every secret wanton desire her sister held hidden in her perfect, glorious body. But perhaps she'd pushed her luck enough for one night.

She retrieved her delving digit from her sister's increasingly wet folds, drawing the succulent moisture into her ravenous mouth once again and just stared down at her sister. She pulled her finger away from her mouth and was about to reach out to return the Queen's gown to its original position when a soft voice stopped her cold.

"Anna," the voice whispered. It was a voice full of longing, a voice dripping with need, yet so quiet it was almost unheard.

The princess's breath caught in her lungs, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the older woman lying before her. Dazed, Anna stood from the bed, stumbling a bit as she continued to stare down at her still-slumbering sister. She dully drew the blankets up over her sister's body, eyes never leaving Elsa's beautiful, precious face.

Numbly, she backed away from the bed, her emotions chaotic as heat suffused her face. Her breath exploded from her in a long, heavy sigh. She turned then, panting as she ran from the room, stopping only long enough to close the door to the woman's chambers behind her. She ran the entire way to her own room, locking her door and throwing her shaking body onto the bed and delving beneath the blankets.

She was staring up at the ceiling, her eyes unseeing. Her mind was in shambles, one thought stumbling into another. She said my name. She said my name! What did it mean? Did some part of Elsa know that Anna was there, touching her like that? Or did Elsa want her in such a way that even in sleep she would call out her name? What did it mean?!

There was only one thing she knew for certain. She would not be sleeping that night…

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