Milkshake Booty Call
"My body can't take anymore, Elsa... I can't hold on for much longer..."
Anna let out a soft, airy moan as she collapsed over the polished, retro-styled table, sweat dripping from her brow.
"Must you make such obscene noises?"
Elsa let out an irritated breath as she pushed her hair back from her place behind the counter.
"I can't help it. It's sooo hot."
Anna's copper braids lay sprawled on the surface of the table while she nestled her face flat against her folded arms. She sat at one of the booths closest to the air conditioner that blasted cold air from its position near the ceiling. It barely graced the top of her exposed shoulders and back, lightly tickling her neck. The vent made miniscule sound, only a faint, constant buzz that was lost in the sounds of the outside.
Everything was made much more louder in the heat of the summer. Cars and scooters zoomed by on the road, people were parading out on the beach, seagulls cried overhead. There was an excess of noise everywhere you turned and Anna didn't like it one bit.
The only sound I wanna hear is Elsa's smile. Wait, can you hear a smile? Well, I don't know about everyone else's hearing capabilities, but I sure as heck can hear Elsa's smile. I think... I guess I'll settle for listening to her breathing...next to me...while she sleeps. That is, if we ever get that far.
With her eyes closed shut, Anna concentrated her efforts to hear something from the platinum blonde. However, she quickly realized the result would yield only disappointment with all the noisy sounds that accompanied the beautifully stifling summer day.
The sun's heat penetrated the parlour's windows making the polished tables near them reflect an almost blinding light that permeated her eyelids. Anna huddled her head deeper into the crook of her elbows, heat and exhaustion defeating her bright spirit. She was practically nuzzling the table when she heard Elsa's serene voice cut through all the noise.
"Would you like a milkshake?" she asked kindly.
Anna lifted her head and rested her chin in one of her hands. "I'd love any kind of shake from you."
"Right, I'll try to remember that," Elsa replied.
She looked down, her eyes almost closing, and began to shuffle a few things behind the counter. Her shoulder bobbed up and down rhythmically while a dull chopping sound mixed with the cacophony of noises. However, from Anna's low vantage point, all she saw was an unmoving Elsa with a slightly moving shoulder, which was otherwise boring to Anna's steamed brain. She cupped her other hand by her mouth and called to Elsa.
"Booty caaaaall!"
Elsa's golden locks shifted as she gazed at Anna and her smirk with cat-like eyes, arching one eyebrow. With minimal motion, Elsa scooped up whatever she was chopping and dumped it into a blender.
Wait, a blender!?
Anna made a sucking noise that was reminiscent of a dying animal when she heard the blender go off. Her face cringed while the blender whirred ruthlessly, sharp nails raking Anna's eardrums. All she saw from Elsa was the calmness within the centre of the storm, brewing a maelstrom of pulsating noise. Just when Anna thought she was done torturing her ears she popped off the lid, scooped different flavours of ice cream into it and poured some white liquid in before once again turning on the deathly blender.
This milkshake better be amazing or my ears are gonna bleed out for nothing.
When Elsa was finally done blending for a couple of seconds she poured the contents into two tall, ribbed glasses and shook a small can over top. She took off her cloth apron and set it aside and strode toward Anna with both hands full of milkshake.
"One milkshake for the freckled redhead."
"Thanks, sugar."
"Don't call me that," Elsa said lightheartedly while she took the seat across from Anna. "There's a bunch of fruits in there and I dusted the top with some dark chocolate." She handed her a straw. Anna tried her best to accidentally touch Elsa's fingers, but the blonde, as always, was much too keen, slipping away her hand before she touched her.
"Wow, this is refreshing," Anna said after taking a sip. The chilled milkshake was perfect for battling the summer heat. "You sure know how to make a good shake."
Elsa released a tiny laugh as she sipped her own milkshake. "I sure hope so because it's on our menu."
Anna gave Elsa a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"
Elsa leaned in a little on her elbows. "Anna, you do know we sell more than just ice cream here, right?" she asked.
"Uhm..." Anna looked off to the side, a blush clear across her cheeks. "Actually no, I didn't know that."
"Oh, Anna," Elsa giggled. She pointed just above the counter. "Up there. Our menu is right there."
Anna regarded the menu and its vast selection of desserts, ice cream and shakes of all kinds. "Well that explains it then," Anna said, waving her open hands at the counter. "Every time I look over there I see you. I'm not looking up or at the ice cream, I'm staring at you and your french braid." She shook her head a little. "I mean, really, who would notice that menu with you standing right under it."
Elsa released a light sigh as she stirred her milkshake with her straw, a soft pink tinting her cheeks. Anna, however, was sucking hers like her life depended on it. The cooling shake soothed her heated body, covering her arms and legs in a thin coating of delightful shivers.
"Don't drink so fast otherwise your brain will freeze." Elsa watched Anna's teal stones glimmer.
"Wow, your face is so straight I'm inclined to believe my brain will actually freeze." Anna pondered something for a moment. "Say something unbelievable," she said with a smile.
Rolling her eyes with an air of annoyance, Elsa said, "I have ice powers."
Anna let out an uneasy laugh as she itched the back of her neck "Man, if I didn't know you I'd totally believe you. It's too bad though. I could use the ice right now because I'm sweating up a storm." Squirming around and moving her butt to the edge of her seat, Anna propped her feet up on the seat across from her, right next to Elsa. Elsa gawked at Anna's bare toes wiggling next to her, then faced Anna who was reclined quite comfortably, hands behind her head.
"Excuse me," Elsa said irritably.
Anna's skin shivered again. Ooh, scary. She was certain she'd be able to play with Elsa, but the tone that she used made her unsure and rethink her plans.
"C-c'mon, Elsa. You don't mind if I just stretch out my legs a bit, do you?"
Elsa took another sip of her drink while glaring at the counter, away from Anna's feet, obviously ignoring them. "I think I'm being too nice to you."
Anna smiled at the fact that Elsa didn't really mind her playfulness anymore. "You can play with my toes if you want. My pinky toe especially."
Elsa managed to glance at Anna's crossed feet as she curled and uncurled her toes, then looked at Anna's face where she wore her lopsided grin. She casually sent a wink Elsa's way with the recipient nonchalantly looking back at the counter with a sharp glare.
Play with my pinky toe, Elsa. I know you wanna.
"I'd rather we get it down in bed."
3...2...1...
Anna's mind exploded and her tongue weaved words like lightning.
"Wh-wh-wh-what did you say!? Are you finally reciprocating my feelings for you! Sweet canary I can't believe it! Love at last!" Her arms, which were a second ago behind her head, swung down like a gavel in the face of injustice and slammed on the table with such force that both glasses nearly fell over. Across from the stunned and flustering redhead was a completely flabbergasted Elsa, her eyebrows creasing with shock and surprise with a tinge a fright at the intensity of Anna's sudden outburst.
Anna's nose was flaring by the time Elsa found her voice. "I didn't get any of that."
"Huh?" Anna released some of her intensity and rubbed her hands on her outstretched legs. "Didn't you, uhh... What did you say? Before."
Elsa, who was just as confused as Anna replied, "I said I'd rather you put it down instead." She pointed down at Anna's feet that were still next to her. "Your pinky toe, I mean. Along with your feet."
"...Oh." Anna blinked hard. She left her feet where they were and slumped deeper into the soft red cushions and put a hand to her sweating forehead. She quickly lost her zeal and regained a natural rhythm to her heartbeat. "I think this heat is getting to me."
Elsa relaxed as well seeing as Anna was just being Anna. "I'll say. Your face is as red as your braids." Elsa chuckled at her own humour.
"I'm glad one of us can have a good laugh," Anna said as she resumed drinking her milkshake. She was more than halfway done while Elsa only drank a little.
"Man, I should have ordered this more often. It's delicious for a day like today," Anna said as she began to tug at the front of her dress in an attempt to air out the rest of her body.
"It is pretty fantastic, isn't it?" Elsa's eyes crinkled in a genuine smile. "In one of our milkshakes we even put a piece of chocolate cake."
Emerald eyes gleamed at the mention of chocolate cake. "I've gotta try that next time. But this, it's so creamy and smooth," she locked eyes with Elsa in the moment, "just like your thighs."
Instead of turning away in embarrassment, which is what Anna wanted her flirting to cause, Elsa merely snickered and raised one of her seductive eyebrows. "My thighs? Heh. I'll take that as a compliment."
"As you should."
"I'd return the compliment but you have the added benefit of having sprinkles."
"On my thighs, not so much. However, I do see the faintest of freckles on your cheeks there," Anna said with a happy hum, pointing in the general vicinity of Elsa's nose.
"I doubt it," she said dubiously.
"Well, let me take a closer look." She tried to lean in closer to Elsa's face but Elsa retreated.
"No way!" Elsa turned her face away, letting her braid naturally cover the side of her face.
They both laughed after Anna got a dose of Elsa's tiny pearl necklace of a smile and continued to sip her milkshake, eyeing Elsa's neck for no reason in particular.
Of course, what am I thinking? Elsa wouldn't just say we should do it in the bed out of the blue. That's totally not like her. That's more like my line. But still, it was a nice thought even if she'd never say anything like that.
"I wonder if we can have a french kiss off?"
Before she could latch onto her prior thought, Anna's mouth tried to speak and didn't care about the cold liquid currently in her mouth and traveling down her throat. She coughed up her words along with her drink. "What!?"
Milkshake along with unidentified bodily fluids escaped from Anna's mouth and nose. She choked on her words, spilling what drink she had left on and over the edge of the table. Elsa's expression couldn't get anymore animated. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, her lower lip revealing her bottom teeth, while her arms were pulled close to her chest and hands in the process of covering her mouth.
"Anna?"
"Elsa, I'm so sorry! But what- what did you say!?"
Apprehension took hold of Elsa and her voice became quiet, afraid Anna might go completely crazy right in front of her. She stared at the mess in between them. "I wonder if I should have made one for Kristoff."
I'm losing it. I'm totally losing my mind. Perhaps my brain did freeze. I should just return it for a new one. Maybe I could get a refund.
A cold sensation started to coat Anna's soles and she quickly realized that her bare feet were on the cool, tiled floor. She also realized at the same time that she was holding her glass sideways. She readjusted, but it was far too late. Her glass was empty, the rest of her milkshake quenching the end of the table and the aforementioned cool floor.
She wiped her nose and the dribble off her chin and mouth and looked somberly at Elsa, then at her mess. "I'll clean that up."
Elsa gave Anna a weird look as she got up. "Should I be worried?"
"No no. You're beautiful. I mean fine! I mean I'm fine! I'm fine." Anna cleared her throat and watched Elsa sift through a multitude of confused faces as she stood. "Totally fine. Where are you going? Am I freaking you out? I'm freaking you out, aren't I. Of course I am, I mean, why wouldn't I be. I freak everyone out. When I was twelve I had these monster front teeth and I used to get my hair all frizzy and scare the other kids and I thought it was so funny. Of course now I know that it was creepy, but it's too late now, please don't go."
Spoken practically with one breath, Anna left Elsa speechless, trying to take in everything that passed Anna's windpipe. But catching every detail was impossible. Elsa had caught something about Anna's monster chompers when she was young and from that point on found herself staring at Anna's winter teeth.
"At least you finished most of your shake," Elsa said, gathering her wits again. "It's not much that you spilled. I'll be right back."
Anna stumbled to get up as she pushed off to clean up her own mess. "Gah, I said I'd clean it."
"Don't worry yourself, Anna. You seem to be a little off anyway." Elsa saw Anna about to protest so she offered Anna something she wouldn't be able to refuse. She slid her drink across the table. "Why don't you finish my drink?"
Anna's face faltered. Elsa's drink.
"Of course, I'll have to take this." She delicately picked up her straw, careful to let it drip in the cup, and popped it in her mouth, winking at the frowning redhead.
...Still not a bad deal.
As Anna contemplated the thought of whether drinking from the same straw was considered a kiss of some sort, Elsa had come back with a roll of paper towel. It was the super duper absorbent ones too, Anna noted.
With graceful poise and a charming elegance, Elsa tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and bent down to wipe the floor of the few drops of milkshake that had spilled over the edge.
Anna got out of her seat immediately. "Elsa, I said I'd clean that up myself." Despite the pleasant aroma of mint and pine shampoo that wafted off of Elsa's head as she was bending down, Anna didn't want to make Elsa clean up her mess.
Blue eyes peered up at Anna. "I told you, it's fine. Really."
By the heavens, don't look up at me like that when your down there. Her face was innocent, but the way Elsa looked up made her look truly desirable. Criminally so.
Elsa sat crouched by the table while the flustering redhead fumbled through words. "I-I'll help you then." She turned for the counter where there was another paper towel roll, but she halted on her way back when she saw Elsa from behind.
You just keep getting hotter and hotter.
Her back was facing Anna's increasingly lustful gaze which was trained intently on Elsa's behind.
Oh god. The way her jeans are hugging her butt is sending me up the wall. Her butt is sending me up the wall! I can't stop staring! Help me!
It was useless. Her eyes were glued to Elsa's butt, or more precisely, the way her jeans hugged them so tightly. Anna didn't need to imagine anything because the way her jeans stretched captured the full shape. Elsa continued to wipe the floor as her butt stuck out a bit making Anna hold her breath. She unconsciously found herself leaning forward, trying to get a better view of the holy moon.
"If you're going to help, you can clean the top of the table," Elsa said without turning around.
"Oh, right."
Snapping out of her eternal gaze, Anna made her way over and dabbed at the milkshake that coated the table. She was extra careful not to let any displeasing liquid get on Elsa. She also tried her best not to look down at her goddess in fear that Elsa would look up with that disarmingly alluring gaze.
"There we go, all clean." They both stood in front of the table. Elsa held her waist as she revelled in her cleanliness. "Hm? What's wrong?"
Anna's cheeks were a significant pink as the image of Elsa's behind kept butting into her mind.
"Nothing, it's just hot."
"Well, finish my drink. I'm going to put this one in the sink." Elsa grabbed the empty glass and made her way to the back. Anna sucked her drink down quickly, hoping it would alleviate her rising temperature, but it did no such thing. She found herself standing in the same place where she was watching Elsa's backside.
Just the memory was intoxicating.
Anna was staring idly, chewing the lip of her glass, when Elsa came back.
"Whoops, forgot the straw." Elsa stepped past Anna when she noticed Anna's straw on the floor. Just like before, Elsa bent down, but this time she didn't crouch and instead bent at the waist, gracing Anna with a second glorious shot of her butt.
Why must you taunt me like this!
Anna's freckles were once again lost in her deep blush. The booty call I ordered. It's finally arrived. Now shake dat ass!
Anna's eyes gravitated skyward when Elsa erected her back. She inspected the straw before she turned to Anna.
"You weren't checking out my ass, were you?"
"Wha-! N-no!" Teal eyes shot back to Elsa but she found that she couldn't keep eye contact and resorted to looking sideways aimlessly. "N-no, I... Well, maybe...but I..."
"I think you do."
"Huh?" Anna cleared her head by shaking it a little. "Wait a second. What did you ask me?"
"I said 'you don't want another glass, do you?' and I think you do with how hot you seem to be." Elsa gestured Anna's whole face as she stepped closer. "You look like you're on fire."
"I think I need to sit down." Anna waddled over to her seat and slumped in the soft cushions. She was going to finish the rest of Elsa's drink but then she realized she already drank it all. Elsa was already at her side.
"You want another one?" She offered as she took the glass.
"No thanks. I probably just need to rest a bit." Because you're driving me crazy.
"Alright."
As Elsa worked behind the counter, Anna rested her head by burying it in her arms. She began to perspire and before she knew it she was sweating buckets just sitting there. Ugh, blast this heat. How do you stay so cool, Elsa?
She was lost in sweat when she heard Kristoff come in.
"Holy smokes. It's a scorcher out there."
He walked in wiping his forehead, sweat dripping down his face.
Elsa chuckled softly.
The sound of wind chimes.
"How was the delivery?" she asked her brother.
He rounded the counter, barely registering the equally boiled Anna, and grabbed a clean, striped towel from a cupboard and mopped his dirty blonde hair.
"The delivery was fine," he started. "They were ecstatic to see the ice cream. Kids swarmed me left and right. Got a nice tip, but not a single bottle of water." As he spoke, he made his way to a refrigerator that held a wide assortment of cold beverages. He slung the towel over one broad shoulder and grabbed a bottle of water. "Why's it gotta be so hot." He uncapped the bottle and began chugging it.
Anna heard another soft chime drift through the bustle of all the other noises.
"They said we broke the heat record for today."
"Oh joy," Kristoff replied drably. As he put on his apron he noticed Anna's unmoving form by the booth closest to the air conditioner. "How're you holding up, Anna banana?"
I knew I should have worn that pink dress instead of this yellow one.
Anna licked her lips in order to speak and tasted the salt from her sweat. Simply acting like a cactus was not enough to fool her sweat glands. She lifted her forehead until her chin rested on the table. "I'm dying here," she muttered.
Kristoff concurred, "You and me both." He sauntered over to Elsa's side, nearly tripping over his feet as he dragged them along. "Yo, Anna, you want some ice cream?" he asked as he picked out a rather large ice cream scooper.
Anna's eyes roamed up to peer at the ceiling as she thought for a second. "Yeah, sure, why not." Stray strands of copper hair stuck to her sticky forehead. She heard Kristoff ask the same question to Elsa, but no reply, and assumed she used a general societal gesture to deny or accept his offer.
Come eat ice cream with us, Elsa. Jeez, It's too hot to even think.
Anna shifted her head so that she was looking to the side with an ear facing the table and her eyes watching Elsa. Although, she wasn't doing anything particularly interesting at the moment, simply standing behind the counter. Unlike Anna's dress, Elsa's striped shirt didn't seem to stick to her skin.
Not even gonna tease me with a damp shirt?
Her perfectly crafted french braid hung over one shoulder as she continued to watch her brother scoop up different flavours. Anna found her eyes slowly gravitating to Elsa's slender neck, then to her chest.
Munch munch, I want to eat your goodies instead of ice cream.
She released her stare from Elsa's hidden breasts and saw Kristoff pick up a slim hand blender. Wait, why another blender!? She winced as he turned it on. Kristoff easily became one with the blender. He operated it in a robotic fashion, unwilling to move unnecessarily, as if any extra motion would be reprimanded with sweat and exhaustion.
When Kristoff finally shut off the mini lawn mower he poured the contents from the tin cup he used to hold the blended mixture into three tall glasses that Elsa had set out and topped the milkshake with some frothy cream. All the while, his face was past the point of concentration and looked as if he was going to pass out. He wiped his forehead with his forearm and wiped his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder before grabbing two glasses and walking toward Anna. Elsa grabbed the last glass and also made her way to where Anna was sitting.
"'I decided a milkshake would be better," he said as he set the glass down in front of her.
Anna first eyed the shake, then looked at Elsa suspiciously. "It wasn't Elsa's idea, was it?"
Elsa feigned innocence while Kristoff and his shaggy hair jumped with surprise. "How did you know it wasn't my idea?"
Anna merely clutched her drink and said, "Just a lucky guess."