Early update for you guys! Thanksgiving and all.. Don't forget to review!
Before, it was questionable, but now this fic is officially smut. XD As promised! Thank you for being patient! I like this updating-on-the-weekends thing. There has been so much going on in the past couple of weeks, but writing for you guys and getting your supportive feedback makes me feel good. That in mind, I'm happy to direct you to a recently posted story of mine, 12 Days of Kristanna! Go check it out, it's going to be so awesome and fun. Those of you who want to participate, hit me up! ^_^
By the way, yes I'm going to play the big-dick-Kristoff card. Everybody does it, and it just makes sense.
P.S. A lot of people have told me that 3k words per chapter is a lot, but.. I thought 5k was an average number.. Is 3k a lot?
Kristoff rolled onto his other side, groaning and forcing his eyes to stay closed even though he knew he wasn't getting to sleep anytime soon. He'd already tried laying on his stomach but his body wasn't having that. Damn Anna. For the past three nights she tortured him over dinner, giving him that same, saucy stair from the other day and taking just a little too long to lick her fork clean. He couldn't believe Elsa didn't notice, but she was never looking when it happened. Or maybe she did notice and was purposefully ignoring it. Come to think of it, it probably has something to do with this 'advice' that no one will explain to me, Kristoff thought, chewing the inside of his cheek.
Flipping onto his back, he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyelids and sighed heavily in irritation. No matter what, however, he was not going to relieve himself in this fancy bed with a princess just across the hallway. A very pretty, soft, sexy little redheaded princess.. No! Stop it. He lifted his head to the sound of the door closing and, lo and behold, there stood the very person he was trying so hard not to imagine in here.
"Anna?" he murmured, rolling onto his side and bunching up the blankets to hide his condition. Anna let out a breath he didn't know she was holding, "Oh, good, you're awake." Her voice was still crisp and clear, like she hadn't even been trying to sleep. Kristoff yawned and sat up on his elbow, "What time is it?"
"About an hour after you came up to bed. Elsa left just after you."
"Oh. Well, what are you doing in here?"
He eyed her carefully as she bit her lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. So something was definitely up, either she had news or a plan and it was likely that neither were in his favour. "Anna," he coaxed, voice low and full of suspicion. She shuffled to the side of the bed and slowly sank down onto it, fiddling with one of her messy braids. Now that she was closer, the light from the window showed him that she wore nothing but one of his shirts.
"Anna, where-?" he stared, and it took him a little too long to notice where he was staring. He hoped she'd think he was just looking at the shirt, and not the obvious little protrusions on her chest. She caught him, though, puffing it out just to further capture his attention, "It's the one you loaned to me that night it rained so hard. I still have the pants, too, but they don't really fit." Her fingers traced small circles on his calf, and she giggled at his sharp intake of breath, "I wear it every night. It probably needs to be washed, but then it won't smell like you anymore." He had to wrench his gaze back to her face, "Anna, that shirt is probably one I've worked in.. I'm constantly told I don't smell all that great.."
"I like it."
"Well, you.." he blinked slowly, turning his head to look at the dresser, "I have other shirts.. If you want a clean one, help yourself.." Before he'd even finished, she was on her feet looking through the drawers, sniffing each shirt before finding one that was sufficiently worn and aromatic. Pink clung like ivy to Kristoff's cheeks, and the colour only intensified when she turned around and batted her long eyelashes at him. Nose still buried, she giggled, "Thank you," and he nodded numbly.
The silent filling wasn't awkward, but it was heavy. Mischief flashed in Anna's eyes and, before Kristof could protest, she tugged his old shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Shivering slightly, she took her sweet time to find which side of the new shirt was the front before slipping it on. In those few seconds, Kristoff realized two things: she wasn't here for a shirt, and she was cold despite his room being warm. He hadn't moved since she got up, following her with his eyes as she leaned back over the bed and nuzzled his cheek. "Anna?" he croaked, "What are you doing in here?"
"I love you, Kristoff," was his murmured answer. Little fingers curled into the hair on the nape of his neck and Anna left soft, tingly kisses along his jaw and up to his ear. She cuddled her body close to his, legs tucked to one side of her and torso pressed to his shoulder. He would've squeaked her name again if her lips didn't find his.
She mumbled, and he felt it, "Trust me?" He could only nod, but that was enough for her.
Their mouths crashed together and she literally drove him up the wall, forcing him to sit up straighter and reveal the proof of just how enkindled he already was. She didn't notice until she shifted onto his lap and he groaned and held her still so she wasn't rubbing on him. "Kristoff," she whined, nibbling on his bottom lip. His head shook slightly, "Can't.. Not a good idea.."
"Why not?"
"Because I-" he choked and grabbed her wrist when she palmed the bulge in his shorts, which was all he was currently wearing. She got the sternest glare he could muster, but she totally ignored it, purring and cooing and nuzzling at his bare chest until he was trembling. "Please, Kristoff? I want to."
"But.. I'll get in trouble.."
"No, you won't. I promise."
"How do you know?"
"Elsa's good for advice."
Wait, what? Kristoff's mind melted, has she been planning this with Elsa? Is that what the 'advice' was about? So Elsa knew, and she condoned it, and she was the only one who could get them in trouble. Now he had no excuse, except the truth. "Anna, I'm afraid," he blurted suddenly, causing her to sit back in surprise. "Afraid of what?"
"Of getting too attached to you, and then something happening."
"But you love me. I thought you trusted me."
"I do, but.. I've trusted a lot of people who aren't around anymore."
Distant thunder roared outside the window as the first raindrops splattered on the glass. Anna's heart ached for her Kristoff. Sure, her sister shut her out, but she was never completely alone, like he had been. "I'll never leave you," she soothed, running her thumb gently under his eye, "I love you. You're my Kristoff." Kristoff turned crimson as she cuddled against him. Somehow she'd ended up straddling his lap and his stiff member was now flush between their bellies. Her after comment didn't help, either: "My big, strong, mountain man."
"I-I'm not.. N-Not a man yet," he blubbered, cursing her adorable giggle. Anna ghosted her lips over his and pulled his shorts down just enough, rubbing her thumb in slow circles around the head of his cock. This caused his knees to turn in and a moan that perfectly matched the thunder outside to rumble through his chest. He didn't grab her this time, but he did pout. It was too late. Anna's eyes blazed with excitement at the sound he'd made. No way was she stopping now.
Their lips came back together in an equally desperate wrestle, Kristoff's hands pushing up the hem of her shirt only to drag down the skin of her belly. Anna squirmed and squeaked, to his satisfaction. Her fingers were attentive and gentle, conscious of the places and pressure they squeezed him at but constantly roaming. He knew she was just exploring but he was getting impatient, thumbs tracing the bottom outline of her little breasts, begging for permission. Sure, he'd already seen her naked, but seeing and feeling were two different things. "Anna, please," he whimpered through a light moan, asking both to touch her and be touched by her.
She obliged him, encircling the width of him in her small hand, fingers barely able to meet. Elsa was right; candlesticks were not the same thickness. As she drifted along him, however, she discovered that they were an accurate representation of length. At the same time, she gave him a teeny nod and he cupped her breasts, soft against his palms. His mouth strayed from hers, out along her jaw and then down over her neck, licking and nibbling teasingly as he kneaded.
Every time she moaned, he shivered.
Every time he moaned, she keened.
Anna's shirt was quickly discarded, and the only reason Kristoff still had shorts on was because she was sitting on them. Both were a heaving mess, one of his big hands on the small of her back, holding her body as tight against his as he could while still leaving room for their hands to work. Her spare fingers were tangled in his blonde locks, nails occasionally scraping his scalp and thumb rubbing at his temple.
Anna was elated that her plan worked. Elsa had told her that taking this step would only further their connection, and she should think very hard and be absolutely sure it's what she wanted. Thinking back to her hesitation now, she couldn't believe she'd had to think about it. What more could anyone ever want? Kristoff was warm and kind, though he may have been hostile at first. His sturdy build encompassed her delicate soul like a cocoon, protective yet comforting. WIth him, she knew she was always safe.
Kristoff was unable to fathom what was happening. Not only did he have a beautiful, big-hearted princess in his lap, but she completely destroyed any wall he'd ever built to shield himself from humanity. It was hard to convince himself that such a small vessel could hold a spirit as big as hers, but the evidence was right here in his grasp, all big eyes and soft, giddy, whispered proclamations of her love for him. Silly Anna didn't realize what she was doing. He'd been cold his whole life, frozen, and now he was nothing but a big, warm, lumpy puddle of mush in her arms.
"Kristoff?" he heard her whisper, thumbing the underside of his member. His reply was breathless, "Yes, Anna?" He felt her lean forward and grip his hair a little tighter, nuzzling her face as close to his as possible, "I love you."
A dam broke. Whatever hold Kristoff had on his emotions shattered into tiny fractals. His eyes flooded with hot tears, hands shaking as he gathered Anna in his arms and folded himself around her. She squeaked as he squeezed her, pressing both hands to his chest and tucking her head under his chin when he tipped over. They fell unceremoniously onto the mattress, Kristoff with his face buried in Anna's copper hair. He was trembling and sobbing softly, sniffling every now and then.
"Kristoff?" she looked up at his chin, tingling at his fingers playing with one of her braids. He didn't say anything, only curled up tighter so she was even further engulfed by his stocky frame. She tried not to giggle at the fact that he was still half hard and hanging out of his shorts, but it was difficult when her neck was forcibly craned so she was looking down between them. "Kristoff," she tittered, wiggling her arms down to tuck him gently away. He shivered and breathed a tiny moan, but didn't move otherwise.
After several minutes of just the rain patting the window, he spoke, "Anna, I'm my happiest with you. I don't understand what it is, but something about you just.."
"Elsa says I have a likeable personality."
Kristoff chuckled, full and deep, "Likeable is an understatement."
Anna was amply warm now. In fact, she was a little ember on his chest. He couldn't tell if it was her that was burning or him. "I'm guessing you're not going back to your room tonight," he mumbled, smiling and staring down at the top of her head over his nose. She laughed lightly, "I don't think I'm allowed to." It was his turn to laugh, tightening his arms around her in response. At the back of his mind, he was cursing himself for not holding out until he'd finished because now he was going to have to sleep with that between them. Oh well. Everything was worth it for Anna.
Realistically, Elsa shouldn't have been surprised when neither Anna nor Kristoff came down to breakfast. She'd expected it to happen yesterday but both of them were present, so when she pretended not to catch Anna sneaking across the hall while she was walking back from the library, she knew what was up. Still, she had a nagging curiosity.
On her way back to her room, Elsa paused outside of Kristoff's door. Maybe I'll just ask him how he slept, she smiled evilly, twisting the door knob as silently as possible. She was going to burst in and yell good morning to him, but she caught her breath when she saw them. Anna's face was nestled sweetly to his throat, one arm draped over his waist and the other tucked between their chests. Her legs hung over his, which were curled up to her butt. Her bare butt. Elsa narrowed her eyes suspiciously, standing on her toes to see if Kristoff at least had anything on, and she was pleased to see that he did.
Although, he held her so tightly she thought she may need a crowbar to pry them apart, and even that may not have worked. Not that she wanted to pry them apart, they looked so content, Anna snoring and drooling on his shoulder.
Elsa smiled and grabbed the blankets at the end of the bed, tugging them up over them carefully. Kristoff snorted and his eyes fluttered open. He stretched and nuzzled Anna's temple with a big, goofy smile before he realized Elsa was watching. She shushed him harshly before he could say anything and held her hands out to stop him from sitting up, "Don't move, you'll wake her!" Her whisper was hoarse and stern.
Kristoff settled back down, but was clearly not relaxed even though he didn't say anything. Then he noticed the blanket and gave Elsa a look of bewilderment. He opened his mouth to say something but she beat him to it, "I told you, I like you two together. Just work on the clothes thing, okay? Or lack there of." He nodded fervently, snapping his jaw closed before looking down as Anna shifted ever closer to him. Elsa had only ever seen the smile he gave her once, on Mama when Anna was born.
"And you said you weren't in love."
Kristoff scoffed quietly, snuggling his face back into Anna's braids and curling up again. "Okay, so I fibbed," he mumbled, "I'm only human." Elsa chuckled at him. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Anna's cheek, then gently petted Kristoff's hair and rested her forehead on the side of his for a moment.
"If I ever were to have a brother, I'm glad it'd be you," he heard her say before she disappeared, leaving him to stare at the door gratefully.