A/N: Another quick warning. More salacious content in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Frozen is copyright to Disney

Chapter IX: "It puts the lotion on it's skin."

If looks could kill, Olaf would have expired behind the wheel of his truck. Anna was fuming, glaring lividly at the man. He swallowed hard, opting not to step out of the vehicle due to the hazard of being throttled.

He pulled to a stop and turned the flatbed off, quickly slapping the lock on the drivers side door down. Kristoff eyed him, worried by the other mans actions.

Anna was storming toward them now, expression dark. One look at the girl, and the blond man hastily locked his own door, Olaf's paranoia spreading to him. The redhead was close now, ten feet out from the hood of the truck. Olaf sank into his seat, the men watching with trepidation.

The day was saved just as Anna was about to reach the drivers door, by Elsa hopping effortlessly over the side of the bed, revealing-

"Oh, sweet merciful-" Anna screeched to a halt, her mind sputtering. Her mouth went dry. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight of the bombshell in quite short cut-offs. All of a sudden the heat was that much more smothering. Could her heart actually beat it's way through her chest? Or hop right out of her mouth? Because she could feel it's wild pulse in her tongue. When she managed to tear her eyes from Elsa's legs, they hit the slip of skin visible from where the woman's camisole didn't quite reach the hem of her Daisy Dukes.

She wasn't sure how long she had been staring, but it must have been at least a full minute, because Olaf finally cracked his window and peeped out, "Kristoff called shotgun. You gotta ride in back."

When Anna didn't respond, Elsa quirked a delicate brow and glanced to Olaf, who had already rolled his window back up. The woman felt suspiciously like she had missed something.

Setting her hands on her hips, pushing back the open sides of the blue-plaid button up she had for a top layer, she leaned just slightly to the right and down, intercepting the redheads line of sight with her eyes. "Earth to Anna?"

The girl blinked a few times rapidly.

"You okay?"

Anna startled, jumping a bit, an anxious giggle slipping past her lips before a string of babble tumbled out after it, "Yep. Yeah. Definitely. I'm great. You're hot today. It's hot today. The weather." A pause, "Is hot."

The redhead glanced to Olaf when he let loose the loudest howl of laughter she'd ever heard from the man, grinning from ear to ear and slapping his knee. Kristoff was trying to smother a grin of his own, looking every which way to avoid eye contact with the girl.

When Anna looked back to Elsa, it was evident that she had no idea how to respond to such a Freudian slip. She noticed the taller woman's cheeks were a little pink too, now that she wasn't gawking over her body. In fact, the way she turned her gaze away and shuffled her feet, hands tucked behind her back: "Oh no."

A new torrent of lascivious thoughts bubbled up in Anna's mind. Up until this point, her brain had only conjured up images that featured Elsa "on top", dominant, but if that bashful reaction was her response to a little admiration to her appearance... now Anna was considering pouncing the woman and taking advantage of that fact.

Olaf laid on the horn, and the redhead was shaken from the slippery slope by Elsa climbing back into the flatbed, turning to Anna. "Come on."

She was rooted to the spot. How did she move her legs again? It wouldn't come to her. Elsa's brow furrowed and she begged her mind to form words, but it just wouldn't.

"You're worried about a little ride in the back of a truck?"

"Oh Christ, please stop." She pleaded with her brain as it ran away with the question.

When Anna didn't answer, the woman sighed with exaggerated disapproval, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before bending down, one hand on the sidewall of the bed, the other outstretched to her. "Don't worry about it. I'll be back here too."

Anna's stomach did a happy flip-flop as the words fogged over the intense urges that had been overwhelming her for days, prompting her to close the distance between herself and the truck, reaching out and letting her hand fall into Elsa's. The blonde gripped firmly and helped hoist the girl in as she stepped up on the tire. Once she was standing on the flatbed, Anna looked up to meet Elsa's eyes, squeezing the hand still clutching hers.

They stood that way for a moment, just... quiet. Then Elsa let go and sat with her back against the cab, scooting over to make room for the redhead. Anna sat close enough that their shoulders could touch.

"Finally!" the duo heard Olaf cry from the front seat as he turned on the ignition and began to pull out of the drive, rolling towards town. The ride was turbulent. Anna could live with that as long as it was an excuse to keep bumping against Elsa.

Their arrival called for Elsa to peek around the cab, giving Olaf a look of skepticism when he opened the door and stepped out, "Are you sure this thing is legal to drive, Olaf? It seems like less of a vehicle and more of a death trap, or dying animal."

"Uhh," Olaf hesitated before motioning over his shoulder with his thumb at the general store, "I better go let them know we're here. Gonna be a busy day!" The dark hair man spun on his heel and trotted into the shop, leaving Elsa to snicker behind his back. Kristoff cackled. Anna watched Elsa, eyeing the sly smile that crept across her features. Olaf reappeared a moment later and waved for the trio to follow him around the building to the back.

It was as they were rounding the corner that Anna got the sense that she was being watched. She stopped, letting the others pass her as she looked up and down the street. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The fine hairs along the back of her neck stood on end, only for her to be interrupted by Elsa pausing a few feet ahead to glance back at her, "Anna?"

Anna turned back to face the blonde, "Hmm?" She started walking after Olaf again.

Elsa waited for her to catch up, then fell into step with her, "Something bothering you?" Worry reflected in her countenance.

Anna smiled, playing coy, "You sure are being a worrywart today."

Elsa scoffed, turning her head away to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips. When the pair found Olaf and Kristoff behind the store, the two were looking a little stiff and tense. Anna and Elsa shared a look before staring back to the guys.

Olaf cleared his throat, "Right, so these," he waved an arm, motioning to four large stacks of hay bails, "Go with us. We'll need to make two trips, one to my place, one to Anna's."

Kristoff seemed to relax, giving the darker haired man a tight nod, "Fine with me."

The women made no objections, and the four began to load up the flatbed. It took less time than usual with two extra pairs of hands, and even became fun when Elsa and Kristoff turned competitive, trying to see who could stack more blocks before the bed was full. Which of course, lead to the wily Elsa tripping her cousin more than a few times.

As they were climbing back into the truck Kristoff whined at his elder, "You're a cheater!"

Elsa looked him straight in the eye before climbing into the bed, not missing a beat, "Always cheat, Kristoff." A confident smirk and the lifting of her brow made the man snort, getting into the passenger side of the cab. Anna nibbled at her lip, observing intently.

The ride back to Olaf's ranch was more precarious, with the redhead and the blonde perched atop the pile of bails. Anna decided to play it up, exploiting the fact that Elsa thought she was nervous about the ride to hold onto her arm.

The heat of the day was crawling toward it's peak when they finally began to unload. Since Kristoff and Elsa could make getting the bails to the loft easy, Anna convinced Olaf to stack the hay outside the barn door, where Anna would take them in to be put away. Then, when Olaf was out of sight, Anna would nod to Elsa from the door, and Elsa would literally toss the bail up to Kristoff. About half way through, they were all working up a sweat, and the older woman tied up her hair into a messy bun. The redhead spent an inordinate amount of time staring at the back of the blonde's neck after that.

"Does it count as assault if my weapon of choice is my mouth?"

They finally finished with Olaf's stock of feed around noon, and he served up tea and sandwiches. It wasn't a long break, but all four had been ravenous, and were much more willing to get back to work on a full stomach.

This time, when they were loading up Anna's share, Kristoff managed to trip Elsa. Once. He lost their little competition anyways.

"At least you tried to cheat this time," Elsa praised his attempts.

For Anna, it was getting more difficult to ignore her libido as it struggled for freedom. With the heat of the day at it's height, Esla's cheeks were flushed, her skin glistened, and her hair was slightly awry. Not to mention, there was a lot of flexing going on with her throwing fifty pound blocks of feed up to the loft. The group was close to finishing up as the sun began to set. With the last few bails, Olaf complained about his back and asked Kristoff to give him a hand. Once the last block was outside the door, he slung an arm around the bigger man's shoulders in a friendly manner, "Hey man, we should go for a beer run."

Kristoff eyed Olaf warily. "What about Elsa and Anna?"

"Oh, we won't be getting that much, we don't need their help."

The blond considered two possibilities; Olaf was rude or up to something. It was hard to tell with how casual the guy was. Then again, maybe he was just an airhead.

The shorter of the two wiggled his eyebrows, "C'mon, beeeer ruuuun."

Kristoff relented with a sigh, "Okay, fine, I guess they can handle the last of it on their own."

"Yes!" Olaf pumped his arm triumphantly and quickly stuck his head in the door, "Makin' a beer run, be back!"

The words were practically one syllable, and with Anna focused on Elsa climbing back down the ladder to the loft, she absentmindedly gave her friend an indistinct, "Mmkay." Olaf didn't hear it. He was long gone.

It wasn't until Elsa's feet hit the floor of the barn and she was rubbing the rolled up sleeve of her button up over her forehead that it dawned on Anna what had just happened. She had fallen right into Olaf's trap.

She was alone.

With Elsa.

She'd kill him for this.

Outside the barn, crickets chirped noisily, but Anna zoned in on the slight pant in Elsa's breath that made her chest rise and fall. Her pale cheeks were flushed, platinum blonde locks a mess. The redhead felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach, heart kicking into a jackhammers pace. The taller woman looked to her right, blue eyes locking with aqua. Elsa's hands remained on the outer supports of the ladder, and she gripped them tighter. Anna tensed.

Elsa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even let the girls name slip free, she was cut off from all thought, Anna pouncing on her with all the ferocity and passion that she had held back from that moment outside the blonde's house where she had first felt that spark. The redheads lips crashed against hers, and the woman growled, the tone feral as she turned, stepped into the girl, and backed her up against the nearest wall. Anna dug her fingers into Elsa's hair and Elsa pressed against her, pinning her as she parted from the redheads lips just enough to let out a quiet groan.

The younger woman nipped at the blonde's lower lip when given the opportunity, allowing her head to lilt back and thump against the wood behind her when Elsa's hands were suddenly everywhere at once, pawing, groping, fumbling. At present, it didn't matter that the older woman didn't seem to be too sure of what she was up to. Anna grinned to herself, lowering her grip to hold the backs of Elsa's grasping fingers. Elsa looked confused for about half a second until she realized the redhead was guiding her hands under her black tank top, gaze dropping to the girl's freckled shoulder before she attacked the exposed skin with her mouth.

Anna trembled and pressed Elsa's palms against her breasts, sucking her teeth when the blonde gave her neck a careful love-bite. This wasn't enough, damnit! The redhead encouraged Elsa to continue her needy pawing before releasing her hands and arching her back, quickly slipping her arms behind herself to undo her bra. The blonde felt the fabric loosen in her hands and took the cue, fingers slipping beneath, taking a moment to suck at the outer edge of the girls collar bone to leave an angry red mark behind.

When Elsa pulled back, her eyes were like molten gold, a pitch ring around her outer irises. Anna had never seen them this close before. They were striking. That foreign cocktail of fear and arousal coursed through her, renewed by the very real danger factor she was presently aware of; being so close to Elsa. She didn't know what was causing it, but she didn't have the willpower to fight it. She lunged again for the older woman's lips, and Elsa met her half way, forcing a knee between the redheads legs. Anna rolled her hips to meet the blonde's firm thigh, taking hold of one of her wrists with both hands and once again guiding it, to the edge of her athletic shorts, and under the elastic waistband.

Elsa withdrew slightly once her hand was fully submerged beneath the red cloth, looking Anna in the eye with a very serious expression. Anna had to choke back a panic attack, and there was a small, awkward lull in the passion. "Anna. Where are your panties?" she asked with stern sobriety.

The redhead giggled and closed her eyes, tilting her head back and letting her nerves calm. Elsa tipped her head curiously and watched the girl smile with great contentment. Anna wrapped her arms around the woman's shoulders and rested her forehead against her collarbone until her panic subsided. Then, pulling Elsa in close again, she stood up on her tiptoes to press her lips against the woman's ear and murmur, "You're not the only one with special powers. I can see the future." A cocky bluff, but it worked.

A shiver raced down the blonde's spine, and she slipped her hand down until her fingers brushed Anna's groin. "I believe it," Elsa breathed, voice husky, wanton with lust. Anna's guiding hand followed and rested atop of the older woman's, leading her touch to all the right places. Wet was too inadequate a word but neither woman sought any alternatives.

"Elsa," the redhead sighed in relief, grinding into the woman's palm. Elsa buried her face in the crook of Anna's neck, whimpering almost imperceptibly. The blonde wanted Anna so badly. She didn't know what she'd do with her once she had her, but she would take her, regardless.

The shorter woman couldn't be bothered with patience. She needed it. Now.

"More!" her hormones screamed.

"In," she begged, pride going out the window with it's buddies, poise and control, "please."

Elsa happily obliged and Anna squirmed and writhed. Oh, but those fingers were long, and slender, and warm. Unsure of where to go from there, Elsa gently pinched Anna's nipple with the hand still resting comfortably beneath her top. The redhead hummed pleasantly, then used her free hand to gingerly tug at platinum blonde locks, "Hey, Elsa."

Elsa looked up dazedly into pools of aqua, cheeks and ears scorched pink, "Mnn?"

Anna released the woman's hair to hold up two fingers, crooking them at her, "Go like this," she said in a tone to tempt curiosity. Her smile was smug, having regained just a bit of composure. It would be worth it to delay the inevitable for just a few seconds.

The blonde obeyed and the reaction it elicited flipped her stomach jovially. Anna let out a cry caught somewhere between a laugh and shock. Elsa did it again, slower this time, and the girl released Elsa's hand, lifting from her shorts to bite the knuckle of her forefinger, her eyes cinching shut. She bucked her hips as her other hand fell to the blonde's shoulder, grasping at the fabric of her shirt desperately.

Elsa removed her hand from under the girls shirt to brace herself against the wall, unsure of exactly what she was seeking for herself. She wanted to feel more of Anna, but through their clothes, rubbing up against her wasn't cutting it. In frustration, Elsa worked the girl harder, falling into a rhythm that the redhead followed with vigor, near riding the woman's thigh.

"Elsa! Don't stop!" The girl gasped for breath, Elsa feeling her hunger mount as she watched the redhead writhe under her control. She encircled both arms around the blonde's neck, clutching her tightly as she shivered and rode out the orgasm she had been dying for. When the last shock-waves died down, Anna slumped slightly against Elsa, loosening her hold to let the woman lift her head.

She was completely disheveled and flustered, looking unsure. Anna's self-assured simper returned as she looked Elsa in the eye, resting her forehead against the other woman's. "Step back," she rasped, pushing against the blonde to get her going.

If Anna said "jump", Elsa would be in the air before she could ask "how high?" So, she backpedaled until she bumped into the ladder, quickly glancing over her shoulder, then down to the salacious stare of the redhead; that was a quick recovery. Anna delicately slipped her fingers under the shoulders of Elsa's button up, easing the fabric down over the blonde's arms dangling limply at her sides, too dumbstruck to speak, much less act. She didn't know what she was supposed to do.

Anna seemed to know that intuitively, and smiled knowingly. "Hold on."

Elsa raised her hands to grasp the bracers behind her, breath catching in her throat as Anna slipped to her knees, refusing to break eye contact, beginning to unfasten the woman's short-shorts.

"Fuck it," she told herself. If she was gay, she was gay, but she wanted Elsa more than she'd ever wanted anyone. And here she was, watching with intense fascination as Anna yanked the denim down around her ankles to bunch over her sneakers. She would kick herself, maybe even for the rest of her life, if she let this opportunity slip through her fingers. Olaf must have known that.

She made an addendum to her list of "things to-do" somewhere in the back of her mind. Don't kill Olaf. Buy him expensive liquor instead.

Elsa pressed her thighs together, glancing away from Anna though she didn't release her hold on the ladders' frame. The flush in her face grew darker, and the redhead almost teased her about her own lack of undergarments, but decided against it, instead leaning in to plant a small kiss on the woman's hip. The blonde sighed, eyes slipping closed. Anna gently scraped her teeth over the junction between Elsa's hip and thigh, and Elsa tensed, shivering. "Um, Anna," she began to stammer.

Anna ignored the fact that she was being addressed, and took hold of Elsa's ankle, "Shoes off. I need room."

The blonde complied, but with a questioning look, standing on one foot as the girl slid the other out of it's sneaker, tugging the denim off after it. Anna paused. "Close enough."

The redhead wiggled in close, snug against Elsa's supporting leg as she lifted the other to rest over her shoulder. With one last glance up at a befuddled looking Elsa, she warned her again, "Don't forget. Hold on." Giving the older woman no time to prepare, she dove right in. She didn't know what the Hell she was doing, but she wouldn't let that obstacle dissuade her.

It apparently didn't matter much anyways. Elsa almost dropped herself in the first instance, and nearly snapped the ladder the next, eyes closing tightly when Anna probed at her sex with an enthusiastic tongue. Whatever the woman had been expecting, it hadn't been that.

"Anna!" The cry was half out of surprise, half out of the inability for anything other than the redhead currently making her feel phenomenal to cross her mind. Anna slipped her arms under Elsa's thighs, hugging them and pulling the blonde's pelvis toward her waiting mouth.

The rosy tint in the blondes cheeks grew intense, heaving for air, trying not to twist and squirm in a way that might hurt the girl. Elsa had read about the technical aspects of sex and anatomy in her studies at the caern, but she had never heard about this before. Anna was kissing her most intimate areas and it was blowing her mind. The blonde mewled at the very idea.

"Anna. Anna. Anna." It became like a chant as her pleasure escalated, a deep well of heat ready to blow inside of her.

Instinct took over and Elsa rocked her hips, reaching for that last little bit of friction. Anna was turned on to the point of discomfort again, and the heat of the air and being perched between Elsa's legs was stifling. In spite of that, the redhead was thoroughly enjoying the cries, and moans, and motions of the woman above her.

Elsa's voice went up a few decibels when her back arched, hitting her crescendo magnificently, in Anna's opinion, "Anna! Anna!"

When the blonde couldn't support herself any longer, she slipped to the floor, still quaking and pulsing, hooking an arm into a rung to keep herself sitting upright. Anna went down with her, wrapping her arms around the woman and pulling her close, kissing her cheek and forehead. Her eyes remained closed as Elsa leaned tiredly into the redhead, nuzzling her neck, fighting for air. They rested there for a while, the redhead holding the blonde.

Eventually though, the older woman grew restless and sat up straight, looking at Anna from the corner of her eye. Anna blushed, making no attempt to hide it as Elsa leaned in and gave her a kiss, just faintly brushing her lips over the redheads. Something about it was bitter sweet, but Anna didn't know what. They carried on in much the same manner for hours more, until they ended up in the nearest pile of hay, Elsa resting on her side, Anna cuddling her from behind. She should have guessed Elsa would be a "little spoon" kind of person.

"Not that I'm complaining."

They fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, and awoke a few hours later when the sun was shining in through the window in the loft. Birds chirped happily, bees buzzed, Olaf's cows mooed obnoxiously. Ignorant to the pains and troubles of the blonde who lay naked in the straw with Anna, head propped up on her hand as the younger woman slept sprawled on her back. Elsa traced a lazy finger over the redheads freckled skin, over her belly and sternum to her collarbone, the girl squirming under her feather-light touch.

She stirred with a smile, but when she opened her eyes and saw the look on Elsa's face, it faded. The woman looked forlorn. Anna frowned. Regret flashed in Elsa's once more vibrantly blue eyes. The redhead was about to open her mouth to ask if the blonde felt that last night had been a mistake, when she leaned in and stole a small but affectionate kiss. When she withdrew, she didn't smile.

No. This was about something else.

Anna snuggled closer to Elsa, ignoring an annoying piece of straw poking her in the back, "What's wrong?"

The woman finally smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "When you were ill, you said I was incredible."

The redhead prepared to protest, but Elsa continued, "You're the one who's incredible." She drew her gaze away from the girl, avoiding eye contact.

Guilt.

Anna didn't know what to say.

The blonde picked a piece of straw from Anna's red locks, flicking it aside, "We'd better go find Olaf. And Kristoff too, I suppose." That time the smile reached her eyes, even if it was small.

The duo laid there for a while, simpering at one another before they got dressed, and Anna snuck in one last kiss before they left the barn, headed for Olaf's house. They were quiet, but walked close together. As they approached the front door, however, the cadence of Elsa's step slowed, and she gently set a hand on the redheads shoulder to stop her from going in. The woman turned her ear toward the door. Anna could hear muffled hollering from the depths of the house.

Elsa grew tense, brow drawn into a furrow. Anna couldn't make out what was being said, but she was willing to bet that the guys were chatting in there. In a heartbeat, Elsa blew past the girl and stormed into the house with all the fury of a hurricane. The redhead ran in after her, letting the screen door slam behind her as she dashed toward the living room. She could hear Olaf and Kristoff yelling from the entry way, though she couldn't make out what they were arguing about in the cacophony of the two men trying to shout over one another.

"What the Hell is going on here!?" Elsa's voice cut through the chaotic hollering.

Anna came in a few seconds behind Elsa, and Kristoff scowled at her. All were quiet. He was sporting a black eye. Her gaze swung to Olaf, who had an icepack on his knuckles. When she looked to Kristoff again, he was looking at Elsa with a grim frown.

"We're leaving. We have work to do." The burly man pushed past Elsa and Anna, stalking from the house, expression surly.

Elsa didn't even open her mouth. She simply passed a quick glance to Anna, apologetic, then followed her cousin as he slammed his way out the front door.

Anna watched her go, crestfallen. Did Elsa know this would happen?

"And what exactly did just happen?"

Her gaze swung back around, looking to Olaf for an explanation. He looked equally confused.

They were both asking the same question in the wake of the events sinking in.

Since when did Kristoff start calling the shots?