Chapter Nine

The gulls sang as they glided against the warm sea breeze, the sun starting to lower behind some late afternoon clouds. The wind picked up a little speed, and Admiral Westergard filled his lungs with the salty sweet air. It had been a long day, he had spent it giving orders and overseeing Arendelle's growing navy since dawn. His back ached, and he felt his throat beginning to get dry from shouting. But he felt unusually energetic, and didn't feel tired in the slightest. He happily raced down the deck and onto his own ship, settled securely in the fjord, gently bobbing along with the tide. He needed to change at least his jacket quickly before he was late for his meeting with someone of extreme importance, and he didn't want to disrespect royalty. He was in full uniform and all the work of the day under the full sun was making him sweat. He stomped into his getaway, his private quarters on the only real possession he owned, and loved to sneak away to whenever he had the chance. Papers thrown all around his desk, random articles of clothing littered the floor and his hammock. Unfinished books, cigars, and random bottles of alcohol, decorated the lonely shelf, holding more memories than words. It was difficult to see anything in the poor lighting, despite the large bay window, filthy from never being washed once in his career on the water. The only noise he could usually fall asleep to, the creaking of the wood against the cradling of the waves, immediately relaxed him as he searched hopelessly for something clean to wear, rushing once he realized as he was running out of time. So the sound of slow footsteps tapping on the deck above him, and then quickly down below towards the cabin, surprised his usually sharp senses. He swung around into a defensive stance and let his hand hover above the sword that hung at his hip, facing the doorway.

"Show yourselves!" he shouted nervously, the footsteps stopping. He moved closer to the doorway, trying to look into the poor lighting to see who could possibly be trying to sneak up on him…

"Ah ha!" Elsa laughed, throwing a snowball into his face, making him cough and sputter, his hands immediately trying to free his eyes.

"Elsa!" he coughed, "How, did you…?" he smiled as the snow dripped down his blushing freckled cheeks, his hands brushing the slush off his uniform.

"I got tired of waiting on the dock, and I couldn't help but see you running away from me. I just had to follow you." The queen smirked playfully, walking into his private cabin. "I think you've been so preoccupied, you failed to see me waving hello." She smiled, closing the door behind her, and looked down at her hands as she nervously played with the ribbons that hung from her dress. She almost forgot how handsome he was after all this time, almost forgetting how much she was also beginning to find his fiery red hair irresistibly cute; like a timid moth to a flame she couldn't control the fluttering feeling growing in her heart. Hans laughed and held his gloved hand behind his head, embarrassed to admit his wrongdoing.

"It, was a difficult day with drills, it's not easy showing ten teenagers how to properly handle a weapon." He managed, laughing and unable to look at her straight in her sparkling sapphire gems… It had been so long since he'd been this close to her… And her powerful smile pierced right through his chest, his eyes trailing up and down her silhouette, admiring her curves in that soft flowing gown she was wearing… Admiring her bare shoulders, losing himself as he watched her nervously rubbed her left hand against her right arm. Wanting so badly to touch her delicate fingers… He cleared his thoughts and throat, his eyes finally catching hers.

"…I was going to ask, if that was your sword if you were happy to see me." Elsa bit her lower lip and tried to conceal her blushing. He smirked widely and pulled off his gloves, unable to stand the heat anymore.

"You're getting better at your flirting your majesty." He stepped closer, not noticing the small bead of sweat that traveled down his brow, beginning to catch the beautiful aroma she brought with her into his dusty room. Elsa pressed her back into the door, starting to lose her breath. Her eyes watering slightly as she felt her body slowly begin to melt… Loving that warm sensation staring at him always brought to her chest… And down between her thighs…

"It's been a while… Admiral… I've, I've missed you…" she whispered, still smiling, still playing with her fingers.

"I've, missed you too, my queen." He slightly began to glow rosy again.

"I appreciate all the hard work you've been doing for me." She sighed softly… Watching him undo the heavy satchel and start to unbutton his heavy jacket. She sighed again, more deeply, and blew him a kiss with her left hand, sending a soft cold breeze to gently caress his sweaty skin as he freed his collar, sending chills down his body making him smile widely. "I've been meaning to ask, actually, if we have a moment… If there was anything alarming you've learned recently about the enemies' position?" she knew she had to talk about this, she couldn't let anything distract her from her main objective, wanting desperately to connect some dots that she had missing… And the longer she spent not knowing exactly what he knew, made it harder for her to figure out her suspicions over the king… He closed his eyes and exhaled, enjoying the refreshing the sensations she gave him as he threw the heavy jacket toward his chair, missing it completely and hitting the floor. She laughed as he sighed and proceeded to rip off another layer, a heavy linen dress shirt, and reached over to grab a few unopened letters he had yet to read.

"I got some reports in this morning, actually, that I need to go over, but, for the most part, I think the information I gave you last is still the same."

"So… You still think the blockade is holding strong after all? I remember you said you were worried for a bit…" Elsa gulped as he held up the letters with one hand, the other slowly starting to unbutton the final layer of cloth that stuck to his damp skin, some of the shirt transparent from the moisture and exposing his strong muscles. She was starting to feel warmer and warmer herself, her one hand pulling down her dress, exposing more of her shoulders. Noticing her eyes trailing down his body, he smirked at her sudden weakness and let his fingers work painfully slow. Teasing her while he had the chance.

"I… Was, the reports I received from scouts sent to the north are conflicting. Some are saying they have spotted enemy banners amongst peaceful trade ships. Others aren't finding anything... And no one is taking my suspicions seriously. It may be a distraction after all…" he pulled the shirt from his tight belt, and finished the last button, fully exposing himself to the air and her eager gaze. "The only thing unusual now is the steady stream of trade ships being allowed through the blockade." Elsa did try with all her might to not stare obviously at his bare sweaty exposed body, but he made it impossible for her to not ogle as his long fingers played with the edges of his shirt, playfully fanning himself with the cloth and pulling it further off his broad shoulders. He was torturing her, Elsa thought, not realizing how brightly her cheeks were blushing.

"I suppose, we should, go over those reports again…. Just to be safe…" Elsa felt herself inching closer, unable to contain the growing invisible inferno that seemed to engulf them, their burning eyes never leaving each other's for a second. "After, you… Cool off, of course…" she whispered, holding up her shaking fingers and blowing more icy snowflakes onto his amazingly perfect chest… Forcing his chin to point upward and making him inhale deeply, some snowflakes kissing his sideburns. The frost eased the wet shirt down his strong arms and onto the floor, making the letters drop to their feet from his cold hands; he craved more of the burning sensation from her intimate cold touch.

"Oh… Your majesty…" Hans gasped, his smirk curling devilishly into his freckles, his emerald eyes burning deeply into her as his hands reached for her cool cheeks, pulling her closer to his face. "You drive a hard bargain..." His fingers gripped into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her quivering lips against his, standing onto her tippy toes, eagerly tasting him for the first time in what felt like forever. She couldn't help but smile as they kissed deeper, his arms now wrapping around her waist, pressing her closer to his bare damp skin. Their tongues continued to dance as Elsa's fingers ran up and down his wet back, tickling him and sending more chills along his spine, trying to cool down his body temperature and to sooth his aching muscles. He gasped in her mouth his palms hugged her hips, making her giggle and run her ice cold fingers through his damp red hair, not allowing their lips to part. She wasn't going to let him to get away so easily… Kissing him with more force, she made him groan slightly as she traced her fingernails up and down his chest, sending more frost to kiss and burn his skin, her fingers trailing ever closer to his belt… A cold breeze now filling his mouth and she kissed deeper still, their hands cooperating together to remove the leather barrier, sending his heavy sword crashing into the wood. They laughed as they gasped for air, Elsa's hands now rubbing the growing mass that had been begging for her attention. Hans deeply groaned, his hands trying to find hers to calm her down to no avail.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you." She managed between kisses, Elsa forcefully pushing his hands to the side and allowing herself full responsibility for releasing him from his prison. He was hers at this moment, and he wasn't going anywhere.

"It's… Almost been unbearable, not having anyone… To talk to…" Hans groaned. She smiled up at him as she tore open his pants, hands quickly finding his manhood, and swiftly sending cold chills all over his body as her fingers found her target. He groaned deeper and held his hands back into her hair as he kissed down her neck, tickling her behind the ear and wanting to reward her for pleasing him so. She wrapped her fingers tightly around him, gripping a little harder, and began to massage him as best she could, making him grow harder, making him groan louder. She smirked at how easy it was to get back in control, forcing him backwards and forcing him to sit on his desk, her hands reaching in deeper and exposing him fully to the cold air. He gasped as he leaned back onto his elbow and watched as the ice goddess stood over him, her hands never ceasing their massage, her sapphires burning endlessly with intensity. He almost felt intimidated by her stare as she smirked wider, leaning down and gently blowing a few flakes of snow onto his sensitive skin, his eyes widening at the intense sensation.

"Elsa!" he gasped, unable to respond as she quickly followed the snowflakes with a kiss. Then a long, slow lick from her hungry tongue, making him wince as she gently wrapped her lips around him. His fingers gripped tightly into the back of her head, trying to push his hips upward and force himself deeper into her throat, but she deterred him from getting what he wanted. His girth continued to harden and grow despite already being so large, her hands going back to massaging as he threw back his head in pleasure and pain. "You're a fast learner." He managed to laugh, his hand now caressing her cheek, trying to persuade her back to his eye level, desperately needing another kiss. As he hungrily tasted her sweetness, she gently nibbled his lower lip as he winced from her persistent grip. "Slow down..." he panted, his shaking hands now urgently reaching for hers, trying his best to not become too overwhelmed with this shivering heat that burned him from the inside out. "I… I want to tell you something…" he struggled to say, shivering all over from her freezing touch, smiling as she allowed his fingers to wrap around hers, pulling her now freezing hands up and to his chest.

"What is it?" she smiled gently, leaning in to kiss his chin, and then down his neck, slowly licking her way down his collar bone, unable to stop herself from tasting him as much as she could. She didn't want to waste a single second longer. He closed his eyes and panted, losing his concentration easily and letting the fire engulf his heart. He released her hands only so his fingers could start to untie the ribbon that kept him away from her chest, now starting to glisten like melting snow… He suddenly wanted to take back his words, not wanting to ruin this moment, not wanting at all to ruin their much needed fun… He sighed and hungrily kissed her neck, forcing her fingers to grip tightly into his shoulders, his impatient hands grasping at her breasts, not caring anymore if they were still under a small layer of soft cotton… He missed her softness. He longed for her in every way, shape, and form, even just to be able to feel her dominance over him was enough to satisfy his relentless cravings for the ice goddess… Now more terrified to tell her something he was hiding deep within, more than he feared his return back to another bloody war. She had almost forgotten his words as her mind began to spin, her hands pushing him away only to help him find what he was looking for. Their eyes meeting again, their faces both flushed with passion, Elsa continued to unravel the ribbon, and then slowly untie the sash around her waist… Then, both her hands reached up to the tops of her shoulders… Stepping back so he could fully take in her glowing radiance, his eyes now drifting to her fingertips, she released the flowing garment and let is silently flow to the floor. He could only contain himself for a moment as he felt his cheek burn intensely, his mouth hanging slightly open as he watched her hands stroke up and down her bare sides slowly, her hands cupping and shielding her cold bare breasts, her legs hugging tightly against each other to conceal herself further. He absolutely adored her white thigh high stockings, with the cute pink bows decorating her flawless figure… If he didn't know any better, he could swear she was trying to impress him… The devilish smirk returned to his face as he rose from his seat, his large hands reaching out for her fingers, Elsa smiling back up at him, pressing her back against the wall once more. "Well, what… is it?" she whispered. He almost forgot, as he pressed his growth against her hip and struggled to remain focused.

"I…"Hans hesitated, gripping his fingers tighter into her grasp, leaning down to kiss her cheek, their eyes continuing to stare deeply into one another. "I…" he swallowed; she was taking his breath away… The queen released his hands and allowed his warm palms engulf her skin, his fingers delicately gripping into her bosom and making him silently groan, biting into his lower lip again to make sure he didn't make a sound. He closed his eyes and smothered her neck with more wet hot kisses, breathing her essence deep into his lungs. He was too weak, he couldn't do it... He inhaled deeply and sighed at his cowardice. "I need you, Elsa." He whispered. Not know what he really wanted to say, she smiled happily and wrapped her arms around his strong neck, pulling herself up to kiss his scared cheek as his hands went back to work, doing his best to forget his failure and press onward, his fingers searching for her sensitive pink buds. He couldn't let her down anymore… He wanted to make her happy and make her sing out in ecstasy once more, if it was possible for him to stop time and live in this moment with her forever, he would do it… But he wasn't a magician. He was a coward, and a fool, but for some reason she saw something that him that no one else could see… And that alone made him her slave… And he knew what her body really wanted. She finally began to moan herself as his fingers expertly played with her sensitive, small, yet tender teats, rolling her hardening nipples with more rhythm in his fingertips, gently tugging them as he leaned down and pulled her left breast into his mouth. She gasped and rolled her head back as he warmly licked and kissed her soft skin, quickly moving over to her other breast and his fingers making sure nothing wanting his attention was forgotten. She gripped her hands tightly into his wet hair as he kissed her chest more intensely, wishing they had something soft to fall onto, but she was happy enough to at least have privacy. Or, at least, she thought they did.