Chapter 8

Slightly breathless from her run, Elsa climbed up the steps and stopped before the cabin door. She was glad for the light shone from the window that told her Hans was still up. Casting a glance behind her, Elsa turned and knocked on the wood a few times. She stepped back and began to wait when the door opened and Hans appeared, shirtless and dressed in his black dress pants. He opened his mouth to question her when Elsa held up a hand.

"My parents are asleep. May I come in?"

Hans nodded and stepped aside to her let her through. Stroking the goose bumps on her arms, Elsa stepped inside and looked around.

The dancer's cabin was spacious and simple with a small kitchen and lounge. The curtains were pulled back from one of the windows and on the wall were a few pictures of a younger Hans standing with a tall fjord horse. Two doors to the right led to what Elsa assumed was the bedroom and bathroom, and when she turned to the couch, she noticed a few scattered pieces of clothes thrown over. On top of the coffee table was Hans' IPod and a few magazines.

"This is a nice cabin." Elsa spoke up.

She moved to the pictures on the wall and leaned in. It was a picture of a smiling Hans and the horse. They both faced the camera and Hans had his arms around the horse's neck.

"Who's this?"

"My horse Sitron." Hans answered, coming up beside her.

Elsa turned to him in surprise. "You have a horse?"

Hans nodded. "Yes, he lives on my uncle's farm. I like to go see him on the weekends whenever I'm free."

Elsa looked up at him and caught a small smile on his face. She grinned and turned back to the wall. Her gaze moved from the Hans and Sitron photograph and fell on the picture right next to it. A beautiful young woman with long auburn hair and jade green eyes starred back at Elsa in the polaroid. Her lips were curved in a pretty smile and she was dressed in a green short sleeve summer dress and blue flats. Elsa guessed right away that the woman had to be Hans' mother.

"I remember taking that picture." Hans chuckled. "My mother bought me a polaroid camera and after that we spent the entire day having photo shoots. This was the first one I took of her."

"She's beautiful." Elsa whispered and looked at the next picture.

This picture showed a toddler Hans sitting on his mother's lap and grinning wide at the camera. His mother had her arms around her son in a loving embrace and wore the same smile as the last picture.

Smiling Elsa stepped back and looked at the entire wall. Almost all of the pictures showed Hans, Sitron, and his mother. There was none that showed him with his brothers and only one had him with him and Jerome. Yet when Elsa leaned in to look at it, she noted that Hans was not smiling as he stood next to Jerome in a dark purple graduation gown and cap. Standing on the other side of Hans was a tall, attractive, blonde-haired young woman who wore a tight blue long sleeved dress, silver heels, and a face covered with make-up. The woman's appearance immediately made Elsa think about Penelope Venderfelt.

"That's Valentina, also known as The Ugly Stepmother." Hans scoffed, already answering the silent question in her mind.

Elsa turned to him. "So your mother and Jerome are…"

Hans turned to the polaroid of his mother and shook his head. "My real mother died when I was seven."

Elsa swallowed at the sudden sadness in his eyes and took his arm. Hans looked down at her and his lips curved into a small smile as he gripped her hand. Elsa returned his smile and allowed him to lead her to the lounge. When they approached the couch, Hans snatched up the few pieces of clothes.

"Sorry about the mess."

"It's fine." Elsa assured him. She stepped up to the couch and sat down. A few moments later Hans sat down beside her.

"I'm sorry for the way my father treated you." she spoke up.

Hans placed his elbows on his knees and looked at her. "Don't apologize, if he hadn't gotten Dr. Sweet then who knows what could've happened to Val."

"He didn't have to give you such a look." Elsa said, feeling her anger return as she remembered the way Adgar looked at Hans.

Pushing her thoughts of her father aside, Elsa bit down on her bottom lip and turned to Hans once more. "Why did you take the blame? You should've told him who was really responsible."

"I couldn't." Hans whispered. He avoided her glance and looked down at his lap. "Will threatened me."

Elsa moved back, her eyes widening at what she was hearing. "What? I don't…."

"After Val told me that she was pregnant I went to Will and confronted him. He told me that if I told Father about his secret then he would tell him about my past affairs. He has evidence." Hans turned away from the shocked look on Elsa's face. "Father would take his words over mine and I would be fired on the spot. I'm completely powerless against my brother."

Elsa shook her head and felt hot tears prick her eyes. "He can't just treat you like that."

Hans ran a hand through his hair. "He treats me like nothing because let's face it that's what I am."

"That's not true!" Elsa cried and gripped his arm.

"You don't understand Elsa! You don't know what it's like to go to sleep some nights and wonder if life would be better if you weren't even born! I bet you never had to wait for your nanny to come pick you up from school because no one else in your family wanted to! Or heal your own wounds after your brothers hit you!" Hans exclaimed in a broken voice.

He looked up at her with a trace of tears in his eyes. "At least you have your sister. I had no one since my mother died. As long as I continue to dance, Father is still going to treat me like an employee and my brothers are still going to make a joke out of me. My relationship with my family is never going to get better. It never has and it never will. I'm not going to give up dancing, but it still hurts to know that my own family can't accept me for who I am."

"Then make them accept it!" Elsa persisted.

"They just can't Elsa!" Hans declared and covered his face with his hands. He let out a shattered sigh and his hands fell on his lap.

"There was a time when I thought I'd show them. It was at a show here at the resort. Val and I just finished a number for my brother's birthday. I thought Father and Rubert would like it, but in the middle of the dance I noticed they weren't even looking at us! I just got so fed up that I cursed them both in front of all the guests and walked away. As I was leaving I heard Father laugh and tell his guests that I was just an overly emotional boy. And later that same night I went to sleep with a bruised lip after having a 'talk' with my father about my behavior."

Elsa said nothing as Hans stood and turned away from her. She could feel the emotions stir within him and it pained her heart to see him so broken.

"To everyone else I'm just a staff member at the resort and another person for Will to boss around. You're lucky you don't have that. You have a family who cares about you and a bright future to look forward to. You have no problems Elsa."

"No problems?" Elsa cried and stood up. "My father thinks I've changed for the worse. And since that day we kissed at the lake I became scared! Scared that I'll make the wrong choice in the end because it's the one they all expect me to make. The truth is that I don't want to loose you. I don't want to go back home and forget all this. I don't want to go back and forget you. I love you Hans." the last words came out in a slight tremble as Elsa watched Hans turn and face her.

Slowly, she stood up from the couch and approached him. Hans remained still as Elsa stopped before him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Dance with me."

She began to slowly sway her body and her hands moved to hold his hips. Hans felt her movements and began to sway as well. As their bodies moved together, Hans took her arms and slipped them around his neck. He then leaned in and his lips sought out hers. Nudging his lips to deepen their kiss, Elsa let out a small moan as curious hands moved up her own hips and under her blouse.

Elsa pulled back slightly and her heartbeat began to quicken as Hans grabbed the edges of her shirt and began to slip it up her body. Her arms slowly went up and Hans pulled the shirt off with ease. It fell somewhere on the floor, leaving Elsa in her strapless blue bra.

Closing the space between them, Elsa slipped her arms around Hans' neck and let her body press into his once again. Her legs moved up to go around his hips and Hans gripped her bottom and lifted her up from the ground with ease. Holding on, Elsa wrapped her legs around Hans' waist and her breathe hitched when he lowered her down a little so she was pressed up against his thighs.

Her gaze never breaking with his, Elsa let her arms fall from Hans' neck just as his own hands gripped her back to hold her. In response, her body dipped backwards, allowing Hans to lean forward and glaze her chest with a few opened mouth kisses. All the while they continued to sensually sway.

When his lips moved up her ribs and to the soft spot in between her breasts, Elsa lifted herself up and gripped his head to pull him in for another kiss. Slender fingers ran through his hair and her other hand stroked his back as their kisses turned more passionate, tongues taking control once again.

Closing her eyes, Elsa let out a soft sigh of pleasure as her hips moved against his and his lips moved from her mouth and back down to her neck. Her mind went back to the first time she and Hans danced in the main house and Elsa could not help but smile at how much she loved how she felt now as she danced in the privacy of Hans' cabin. She was no longer a curious onlooker, but one of the dancers.

Suddenly feeling bold, Elsa reached out and bit down on his bottom lip when their lips met again. As she tugged gently on the soft flesh, Hans released a small growl and gripped her ass in response. Elsa's legs slowly slipped from his moving hips yet their bodies did not stop their erotic dancing as Hans pulled his upper body back.

Elsa followed his move and let her head fall back, platinum blonde hair falling over her shoulders and back. The feeling in her lower body was making her feel dazed. Unsure if he could control himself any longer, Hans straightened and pulled Elsa back to him. Lips quickly found each other and the dancing stopped to let the desire take control.

Taking her own bottom lip in his teeth, Hans grinned at the weak groan that escaped Elsa's mouth and he let his hands slip around her chest. Elsa's breathe quickened as she felt him unhook her bra. Seconds later the garment fell away and his arms went back around to pull her close.

"Hans." Elsa moaned. She let out a low moan as her bare breasts brushed along the hard planes of his chest and her hips moved to grind against his.

She felt the grin on her neck as Hans lifted her up into his arms once again. Her legs quickly slipped around his waist and Elsa allowed Hans to carry her to the bedroom.

Inside his bedroom, Hans lowered her down on the mattress and Elsa felt a sudden rush of warmth in her core as she watched Hans prop himself on his hands and lean close to her. Her skin warmed underneath his lips as he began to kiss her navel and his fingers got to work on undoing the buttons of her shorts. Looking up at face, Hans smiled and Elsa gave him a small nod to give him permission. She dropped her head on the pillow and sighed as Hans hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of her shorts and slipped them off her legs. As soon as the article of clothing fell on the floor, Elsa closed her eyes when he returned to her.

She waited for his hands to grab at her panties and pull them down when all of a sudden a sharp gasp escaped her lips as Hans' lips touched her navel again. Her hands found their way to the bed sheets and her fingers gripped the soft materiel.

Hans let out a low chuckle and grabbed the lacy edges of her panties with his teeth. Elsa lifted her head at the light brush of his teeth and her cheeks flushed as she watched Hans pull the last slip of clothing off her body. His lips returned to her moments later and began to trail up the inside of her thighs. Lifting his head, Hans gave her an assured glance and Elsa smiled back, relaxing enough to let him to spread her.

"So beautiful." Hans whispered hotly and lowered his head to kiss the soft skin just below her navel. Elsa moaned at the new sensation and her hips pushed up, urging him to the right spot. When he spread her further open and his tongue found her pearl, Elsa gasped loudly.

"H-Hans!" she stammered.

With a low groan, Hans began to move his tongue against her in slow and firm strokes. He could hear her breathing speed up with each flick of his tongue and her body arch toward him, pleading not to stop. His hands moved to grasp her hips to keep her writhing body in front of him, all while his lips and tongue worshipped her in ways Elsa never imagined.

"Hans, please...don't...stop!" Elsa managed between gasps.

Dazed with sheer bliss, Elsa's mouth flew open to chant his name while her hands held onto the sheets. The delicious warmth was starting to spread quickly and she neared her peak. Holding her hip, Hans moved back and slipped two fingers inside her to help Elsa bring out her climax. His mouth quickly found her thighs once more and suddenly Elsa knew that she was not going to last much longer. She could feel her body spiral and her breathe quicken at the sudden sensations in her body.

Soon enough the withering and quick breathes stopped as Hans' name filled the room and Elsa felt her climax take control. Bright stars clouded her vision as Elsa dropped her hips on the bed and tried to regain her breathe.

Once the stars began to fade and her breathing began to return to normal, Elsa opened her eyes. She lifted her head up to see Hans remove his fingers and mouth from her and hover over her trembling body. He looked down at her with sudden concern.

"Are you okay?" he panted.

Elsa's lips curved into a bright smile as she looked up at him. "I never felt better." she whispered.

As the concern left Hans' face, Elsa cupped his cheek and kissed him. Her fingers found their way to his soft auburn tresses, while her other hand ghosted down to the buttons of his pants. Hans was just kissing her lips when he suddenly felt her stroke him through the fabric.

A light groan escaped his lips as Hans pulled back from her and moved off the bed. Pushing her tousled hair behind her, Elsa sat up and watched with renewed desire as Hans stood up and shed his pants and boxers. As soon as he returned to her on the bed, Elsa gripped his arms and let out a sharp gasp when she felt him brush against her thigh.

"Are you sure you want this?" Hans breathed against her lips.

Elsa stroked his biceps and placed a loving kiss on his jawline. "Yes," she looked up at his concerned face with a confident smile.

With a final kiss, Elsa turned and laid back down on the bed, her body glowing and her hair falling on the pillow around her head. Unable to tear his gaze away from her beautiful form, Hans smiled and leaned towards the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and Elsa watched him as he took out a thin foiled packet and ripped it open.

"We don't need Valery's bad luck." he smirked as he slipped on the condom.

Once he was ready, Elsa sat up and pulled him close so he hovered over her. Their bodies moved against each other and Elsa released a low hum and closed her eyes when she felt his head brush against her opening again. Loomed over her, Hans noticed her teeth biting down on her bottom lip and her brow crease in sudden nervousness.

"Relax baby." he whispered.

Elsa opened her eyes and looked up at him. She took in his beautiful green eyes and her frown turned into a light smile. She wanted this as much as he did.

"I'm ready."

Hans nodded and lined himself up at her entrance. He kept his gaze on Elsa's face as he slowly began to push in. Elsa could feel her walls stretching and a strange, uncomfortable burn begin fill her. Groaning, Hans looked up and noticed the discomfort on her face.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, giving her lips a soft kiss. He took a moment to let her get used to the feeling, and soon enough, the smile returned to Elsa's face and she pushed her hips up. The pain subsided and she suddenly wanted him to continue.

"Move!" she commanded softly.

With a light nod, Hans slowly pulled out and thrust back into her. Elsa let out a sharp cry and gripped his arms with each thrust. Her body became to hum with a combination of pleasure and pain as Hans picked up a steady rhythm. With each thrust, the pain eased and was replaced by a seering pleasure, something Elsa never felt before. This feeling of Hans inside her felt so good that soon Elsa found herself moving her hips in time with his.

"Faster!" she breathed, and Hans obliged by picking up his speed. Keeping a good grip on his arms, Elsa's mouth opened in a mute scream.

Dazed, Hans leaned in and kissed her hard and open-mouthed. Returning his kiss with equal passion, Elsa dug her nails into his upper arms and her hips continued to meet his thrusts in an entirely new dance.

Soon enough his thrusts became more fast and frantic and everything was becoming a blur, yet Elsa did not leave Hans' gaze, even when she lost her grip on his arms and the hand that was not on her hip came down to stroke her clit.

Certain that she could no longer hold it, Elsa screamed his name a second time as she felt the familiar feeling of another climax crash over her. A sudden and unbearable pleasure rushed through her veins and another set of bright stars clouded her mind as Elsa let her body spiral over the edge. Half lidded and kissing her lips, Hans continued to move inside her until his own release came and Elsa's name shakily escaped his lips.

Completely spent, his arms collapsed on either side of her and Elsa groaned as Hans' body fell on hers. The only sound that filled the room was the couples' breathing as they focused on regaining their breathes. When she felt her heart finally calm down, Elsa opened her eyes and looked up at the young man. Hans looked down at her and met her gaze. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

"I love you."

The confession made Elsa grow warm with delight as she closed her eyes and kissed him back with equal love. "I love you too."

A light smile appeared on Hans' face as he moved off her. After disposing the condom in a nearby trashcan, Hans slipped back into bed and Elsa snuggled close to him, her body aglow. Pushing the sweaty bangs from her forehead, Hans pressed one last soft kiss on the forehead before he grabbed the sheets and pulled it over their bodies.

As Hans began to drift off to sleep, Elsa nuzzled her face into his neck and draped her arm over his chest. With her troubles and the argument with her father long gone from her mind, Elsa began to fall asleep to the steady beating of Hans' heart.