Heeeeey~ How are we all doing? Good, I hope. Little bit more angst, then we'll bring 'em back together with a bang, I promise. I have a little sort-of-shameless smut planned for you guys.
Soooo, I'm dropping the 3k minimum thing. I just can't seem to get that much out for these chapters anymore. Shorter chapters for a continued story, yeah? At least I'm not dropping it all together. Tickle Bumps will go until we all get bored of it, I promise.
Kristoff rubbed his neck nervously. He stood in Elsa's huge closet as she fussed about his feet being too big for any of the shoes they had. She winked, too, so he was pretty sure she was being sassy. She'd managed to convince him to dress up for the ball that night, but on the condition that he could wear loose fitting clothing. So to work she set, trying all of the puffy pants and shirts she could before they settled on a pair that looked nice. The shirt was white with cinched cuffs and a wide boat neck collar, the pants being simply brown but soft and snug. Elsa had added little crystals of detail here and there just to make him look a bit less like a pirate and more like a prince. Though he admittedly did look nice in the makeshift suit.
"Anna's going to adore you," Elsa clapped happily, "I can't wait until she sees! You look so handsome."
"Yeah?" Kristoff shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I don't know. Maybe I should have let you buff me out in that monkey suit."
"Nonsense, you look so much better in this."
She did adore him, as it would turn out. Anna sat on the big, left throne in the ballroom looking as beautiful as ever in her pretty blue birthday dress, which Elsa had spent days on. She was so beautiful, in fact, that Kristoff couldn't bring his legs to work when she laid her soft eyes on him. His knees turned to jello as he wobbled through the crowd of people. Anna stood very still, also transfixed by his snazzy appearance for the night. "You didn't have to dress up for me," she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled and squeezed her waist, "Yes, I did. Happy birthday, feistypants.
Despite the locals loathing his presence, foreigners seemed to really like Kristoff. Eugene and Rapunzel were there, along with some Irish princess with a very heavy accent and even crazier hair than Anna's bed head. Foreign young women gawked at his muscular arms and thighs, which annoyed Anna to no end. She stole a chaste kiss from him once or twice to let them know he was taken, but when that didn't work she had to resort to more drastic measures. Princess Anna was openly molesting her courter. Kristoff didn't understand the sudden change from quaint and reserved to her fingers lingering a tad too long on his lower back, her leg rubbing his under whatever table they were asked to sit and chat at. She was being sultry without a reason he could see. But he didn't retaliate until her hand squeezed his inner thigh and he was yanking her out of the room, down the hall, up the stairs, to his bedroom where he couldn't lock the door fast enough.
"Okay," he panted from the run there, "What are you trying to-" He was cut off by lips hard on his, swallowing whatever words would have otherwise escaped him. Hands from both partners roamed absentmindedly until they were both breathing heavily from short, gasped breaths between serious kisses and teasing brushes. Anna was the first to take it further, loosening the drawstring on Kristoff's pants and stuffing her hand down the front of them. He hummed appreciatively, kneading her bodice with trembling fingers.
The moment was ruined by Anna's terrified squeal at the lifting of her skirt. He hadn't meant to startle her, but something about the way she pulled away from him, the way her eyes locked on his as if he were pointing a gun at her, was off putting. "Anna?" Kristoff reached for her carefully, but she stumbled back into the bed post. "Don't," she pleaded, "Please don't. I'm scared, Kris. Don't hurt me."
"What? Anna, I would never hurt you."
"Then why were you trying to touch me?"
An awkward silence fell in which Kristoff had to collect his shards of disbelief. Did she really think he'd hurt her? Why was she so upset about this? "The same reason you touch me?" he asked more than stated. Anna glanced down at her hands and then to his ruffled, crooked waistline. I suppose that's right, she thought cautiously, but our bodies aren't the same. It wouldn't feel the same. "No." she finally straightened herself, "I don't want that from you. Hans was right."
She could have worded that better. She could have left Hans out of it, but no. Kristoff's lip twitched, "About what? What did he tell you, Anna?" He seemed dangerous now, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her when she refused to answer. "What did he tell you!"
"Stop it!" Anna pleaded, "It doesn't matter, he was right! He was right about you!"
All the things Hans had ever said to Kristoff came crashing over him in big waves now, causing him to stumble numbly away from Anna with tears brimming his brown eyes. "Wh-What?" he stuttered, watching her face battle with fear and concern. She didn't get to answer before a door was slammed in her face and Elsa was soon dealing with a very angry, broken Kristoff.
