Anna had never heard of this Ink & Paint club before, so when Kristoff suggested they check it out after their shift, she was all too willing. The place certainly had an old-fashioned feel to it, with the dress code and speakeasy atmosphere. Kristoff had, thankfully, told Anna that it was a more upscale place, and to dress appropriately. She had gone home right away to pick out what she would wear for the night. She had been excited to go somewhere that required dressing up, considering there wasn't much call to do so in her everyday life. She had picked out her nicest cocktail dress: a deep crimson with cap-sleeves, a low neckline to show off a little cleavage, and the hem reached just above her knees. The strappy heels she had gone with tonight added a couple inches to her height and accented her legs nicely. She had done her hair as well, opting to leave it down, parted to one side, and added soft curls to the length.
Anna looked to her right, taking in what Kristoff had decided to wear for the night. The blond man wore black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest over it. His hair was slicked back, making him look quite debonair. Anna was surprised Kristoff had suggested the place bearing in mind that, in all the time Anna had known him, he hadn't been one to be willing to dress up. He always seemed uncomfortable in formal settings, like when he accompanied her to her cousins' wedding. She had ribbed him fairly often during the occasion in good fun. Kristoff was her closest friend and the strawberry blond was thankful for that.
They walked up to the bar and ordered a couple drinks, a beer for Kristoff, and a martini for Anna.
"Really?" Kristoff raised an eyebrow. "A martini?"
"Shut up," Anna sipped her drink. "I'm dressed up and I want to at least look sophisticated."
"Should work for you as long as you stay sitting," Kristoff laughed. "You and gravity have never gotten along when heels are involved."
Anna smacked his arm, "Oh, shut up. I can walk in heels just fine, thank you." She turned on the barstool to look out over the crowd of people. "How did you hear about this place anyway?"
"I, uh, talked to some guys at the station and they suggested it." Kristoff looked nervous as he took a swig of his beer.
Anna narrowed her eyes at the man. "Which guys?"
"Just a couple of guys," Kristoff shrugged.
Anna rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the rest of the club. There was a band playing a soft tune on the stage, people sitting at the round tables scattered about the split levels, and a few booths farther back along the walls. She was about to finish her martini when her eyes landed on the last person she was expecting to see out. Anna's eyes went wide, choking on the drink, and coughing as a result. Her eyes met cobalt from across the club.
Oh fuck.
Kristoff patted her on the back to get her to stop coughing. "You alright?"
"Y-yeah," she gasped, turning back to the bar, lest Kristoff see where Anna had last been looking. "Just went down the wrong pipe."
Kristoff nodded and turned back to the bartender to order another drink. Anna took the opportunity to glance back at the figure across the club. She saw them mouth bathroom and point which direction to go.
She turned back to Kristoff. "I'll, um, I'll be right back. I have to, yeah," she stood up quickly, not giving him a chance to respond.
Anna made it halfway to the restrooms when she felt a hand take her by the bicep and lead her in a different direction. She didn't have to look to know whom it was that had grabbed her arm, she was extremely familiar with the smooth skin that was in contact with her own. She was led to somewhere behind the stage, passing the performers, none of them paying any attention to the couple making a hasty retreat. They stopped in front of a door and Anna was led inside. It was obviously an office for the owner, or manager, or whomever ran the place. Anna was spun around to face the person that dragged her back to this secluded area and her eyes met dark blue.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Elsa fumed.
Anna was shocked, to say the least. "Nice to see you too," she spat back.
"Anna," Elsa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in obvious irritation. "What are you doing in this club? Don't you know how dangerous it is for you to be here?"
Anna couldn't speak, she was too busy taking in the sight of the woman before her. Elsa still wore the dark grey suit she donned earlier that day, but she no longer had the bun in place. She had let it down so her braid could fall over her shoulder and her bangs framed her face. Anna could feel that familiar burn in her lower region. Damn this woman for being so fucking attractive.
"Well, what are you doing here?" Anna finally got her brain to start working again. "I thought you had business to attend to tonight?"
Elsa gave her a pointed glare. "This is where that business is taking place," she crossed her arms over her chest. "You never answered my question."
Anna rolled her eyes and propped her hand on her hip. "I'm out with a friend to have a drink. Is that not allowed?"
Elsa pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Not here, it's not."
"And why is that?" Damn it. Stop looking at me like that. Keep a lid on your libido, Anna. You're like a horny teenager right now.
"Because this place is filled with people like me." Elsa deadpanned.
"You mean-," Anna paused, her temper spiking. No wonder Kristoff wanted to come here, damn it! We're off shift anyway! It's not like we can bust anyone here! "I'm gonna kill him!" She fumed. "What the fuck was he thinking coming here?"
Anna noticed she was pacing and stopped to look at Elsa, who had a rather amused look on her face. Her arms were still crossed over her chest but she was giving Anna a lopsided grin. Elsa shook her head, letting out a low chuckle.
"What is so amusing?" Anna snapped. She was pissed and Elsa was standing there smiling at her!
"You," Elsa answered. She stepped closer to Anna, placing her hands on Anna's hips, and pulled her closer. "You are adorable when you get all huffy."
Anna couldn't breathe. Even with Anna in heels, Elsa had a couple inches on her. Elsa was so close, her lips looked so inviting, and she barely had to tilt her head up to connect their lips. As if she were able to read Anna's thoughts, Elsa leaned the few inches down to press her lips to the redhead's. The grip on her hips tightened and Anna slid her hands up Elsa's chest, and brought her arms up to wrap around Elsa's neck. Elsa's tongue glided along Anna's bottom lip, asking silent permission to pass Anna's lips, which Anna complied, and parted her lips. She groaned into the kiss as Elsa's tongue made contact with her own. The need to breathe interrupted their kiss and both women broke away, resting their foreheads against each other's.
"You really shouldn't be here," Elsa panted, "but I'm happy to see you." Her lips twitched, threatening a smile. "That dress is something else."
Anna breathed a laugh. "You like it?" Elsa nodded. "Guess it is pretty different from what you usually see me in."
"You're beautiful at all times, love." Elsa whispered, leaning in to capture Anna's lips. Her hands ran from Anna's hips to cup her ass.
"I really should get back before Kristoff starts to wonder where I am," Anna spoke against Elsa's lips.
"Do you really want to leave?" Elsa kissed along her jawline. Anna shook her head. "I didn't think so," Elsa's lips brushed her ear, causing Anna to shudder. "I don't want you to leave either, but I want you out of this club. Do you understand?" Elsa's fingers had found their way under the hem of Anna's dress and were drawing lazy patterns on Anna's thighs.
"I'll leave on one condition," Anna resisted the urge to lean her head back in bliss so she could keep her gaze leveled on Elsa's. A raised eyebrow was all the answer given to her. "You come over tonight."
"It's going to be late if I come over."
"I don't care," Anna threaded her fingers in the platinum locks of the woman in her arms. "I need you tonight." She pulled Elsa down for a heated kiss to emphasize her point, both of them groaning into the kiss.
"Seems I don't have a choice."
"You really don't."
Elsa sighed. "Go on back to your friend, but you have to leave here. This is not a place for good people like you."
"We'll go," Anna nodded. "Um, are you going to walk me out?"
Elsa grimaced. "That may not be the best idea."
"Right. No, you're right. I should go, I'm gonna go. I should-," she was halted in her rambling by soft lips against her own. "Bye," she gave a heavy sigh when the kiss ended.
"Go on," Elsa whispered and gently pushed Anna towards the door.
Anna quickly made her way back to Kristoff. Luckily, the man hadn't moved away from the bar so it was easy to find him. She walked up next to him and sat down.
"Did you fall in or something?" he nudged her with his elbow. "You were gone awhile."
"I, uh, it took a minute to find the bathroom, and you know, girl stuff," Anna looked around her. "We need to go."
"What? Why?"
Anna leveled her gaze at Kristoff. "Because I know why you brought us here tonight and I'm a little pissed at you for not telling me, to begin with."
"Oh," Kristoff hunched his shoulders, guilt evident on his face. "You noticed that, huh?"
"Yeah." She leaned in and whispered harshly. "Do you know what would happen if anyone here knew about us?"
"I just thought it would be good to, I don't know, get to know the territory. See where she hangs out, know the people she associates with, and the places she owns." He rubbed the back of his neck.
Anna grabbed his arm and gave a tug. "Well, doesn't matter anyway. We're leaving."
Kristoff didn't protest, much to Anna's surprise, as she pulled him out of the club, and hailed them both a cab. She would drop him back off at his building, go home, and wait for Elsa to walk through her door. Anticipation and need coursed through her veins.
Elsa stood in the middle of the office. She couldn't think of a reason why Anna's friend/coworker would willingly walk into this club. He certainly wasn't one of the officers on her payroll and she doubted he was on anyone else's either. There were few good cops left in this city, ones that couldn't be paid off to look the other way. It had been reckless and stupid for them to come here. What if one of the dirty cops had seen them here? It would ruin them, ruin Anna.
You already corrupted Anna. Her mind taunted her. You go to her almost every night and have your way with her. Isn't that just another form of bribery?
Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the voices in her head. She didn't corrupt Anna, the woman had come to her first. It's been years since they first met. Anna didn't know who Elsa was back then. She didn't know all the despicable things Elsa had done in her life, didn't know all the things she was capable of.
You should have ended it when you knew she was in training to be an officer, but that didn't stop you did it? No. You wanted to keep this one for selfish reasons. She's always been a dirty cop, and it's all your fault. What's it to you if her reputation gets tarnished?
Elsa gripped her hair in frustration. She couldn't block the voice out. She knew it spoke the truth. Elsa was being selfish with Anna, but damn it all to hell if she didn't enjoy every moment of it. Anna made her feel things she never thought she would. The redhead made her feel wanted, desired, needed, safe, and –
What? Loved? You think she loves you? You're just a good lay. No one is capable of loving you.
Elsa reached the point in her frustration to where she lashed out. She picked up the closest thing to her and threw it against the wall. She heard sound of glass shattering and she kicked over the chair that was next to her. She sat against the edge of the desk, trying to control her breathing, and ran her hand through her hair. She heard people coming down the hall and didn't bother to look up when the door opened.
"Everything ok, boss?" she heard Marshall's deep voice.
Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She exhaled, lifted her head, and stood from the desk. "Everything's fine," she answered in a monotone voice. "I believe it's time to leave." She made her way to the door.
The Duke came storming up to her as she made it to the doorway. "You may own the city, Frost, but that gives you no right to trash my office!"
Elsa gave the man a cold glare that had him shrinking away. "There is barely any damage, but if you wish, I'll replace what was broken." Her voice matched the coldness in her eyes. "Now, move aside before my man here does it for you." Weselton stepped aside, allowing Elsa to pass him, and walk down the hallway back to the club.
Marshall followed Elsa mutely. She appreciated that the man wasn't one to press questions on the state he found her in, and was also not one to spread it around that Elsa had temporarily lost her cool. They walked in comfortable silence when Olaf came bounding up to them.
"Where did you go? I looked for you but couldn't think of where you had gone off to. I even had Betty check the bathrooms," the young man looked worried.
"I was in Weselton's office. I needed a moment alone."
"Oh," was all Olaf could say.
"You said you wanted to leave, boss?" Marshall spoke up behind her.
"Yes, I did." She cast thankful eyes to the man behind her.
"Well, let's get you home then!" Olaf exclaimed, stepping to the side, and bowing slightly to Elsa.
She shook her head and repressed a laugh at the antics of the young man she considered a friend.
The ride back from the club was uneventful. Elsa had thanked the boys for their time and bid them goodnight. The hour wasn't too late, but Elsa knew that if she was going to make it out tonight, she would have to wait until most of the staff and her boys were asleep.
Around midnight Elsa slipped out of her room, careful not to make any noise. She made her way to the garage, grabbed a set of keys, and walked over to the sleek black motorcycle in the back of the garage. She pushed it to the opening, put her helmet on, threw her leg over, and turned the engine over. Gravel spewed from the tire as she peeled out of the drive. The nights were beginning to get chilly but all Elsa had to wear was a light jacket. The cold never bothered her much.
It wasn't long before Elsa was parked in a back alley behind Anna's apartment building, securing her helmet to the bike, and pocketing her keys. She pulled out the key Anna had given her and unlocked the backdoor to the building. She went up the stairs to the fourth floor, walked up to the last door on the right, and turned the doorknob. A small grin played on her lips when the knob turned with no resistance. Elsa quickly passed through the doorway, closing the door behind her, and turned the locks. She took off her jacket, hung it in the closet, and made her way down the hall to the living room. What Elsa saw when she turned the corner made her stop dead in her tracks.
The room was glowing from the multiple candles scattered around the room, smelling faintly of lavender, and Anna was lounged across the couch, wearing nothing but black lace garments. The gleam in Anna's eyes spoke volumes, holding a promise that made Elsa's knees feel weak. Anna crooked a finger for Elsa to come over to her and Elsa obeyed. Elsa's eyes trailed over the freckled skin of the woman before her, her eyes darkening with lust when she saw the small marks she had left during previous nights.
Mine. Her mind growled.
Anna moved to a sitting position when Elsa reached the couch. She reached her hands out to glide along Elsa's abdomen, moving them up as she stood in front of the couch. Elsa moved her hands to Anna's hips and frowned when they were swatted away. Her brows furrowed and she looked in Anna's eyes questioningly.
Anna responded with an innocent smile and a shake of her head. "No touching."
Elsa's eyes went wide and her shoulders slumped. "What! That is not fair!"
"Payback's a bitch," Anna shrugged, her eyes gleaming playfully. "No touching unless I say so, understood?"
Elsa let out a low growl but nodded. She wasn't sure how well she would be able to play along with Anna's little game, but she was willing to try. She would do anything her little redhead told her to. Well, almost anything. Keeping her hands off the curvaceous body that was scantily clad was going to be a true testament of the strength of her will. She would play Anna's game and she wouldn't be the only winner by the end of the night. A lecherous grin stretched across her lips at the thought.
A/N: Wow, you guys. Thank you for all the reviews and follows/favorites. I never really thought this would get the attention it's getting and I wanted to let you guys know that I think you're all awesome. :)
P.S. I didn't add the smut in this chapter because, well, I can't let you guys have steamy stuff every chapter. ;)
