First of all, I want to thank all of you for reading and (hopefully) enjoying my story so far. Long story short, I just haven't been in the writing/reading mood like I used to, so I apologize for taking this long to get this chapter out. I don't know when or if I'll update again but I'd like to get back into writing, however, my style of writing may degrade after this chapter. Just a warning. Anywho, I don't like writing nor reading very long pre-rambles so I'll end this here. Thank you again and I hope you have a good morning, afternoon, evening or night. Please read responsibly and do enjoy Anna's high class shenanigans.

Grocery Shopping (part 3):

Save the Milk

Both Elsa and Anna clutched the cart's handle tight as they stopped in one specific aisle where the shelves were lined with baked goods and sweet delicacies. At the far end, there was even a glass display that housed beautifully set up cupcakes and mini macaroons painted with a rainbow of colours.

"So," Anna began, "what do we need from here?" Elsa sent a wary look at Anna but the freckled girl was too preoccupied to pay any attention.

"We're not buying any desserts," she said coldly.

Anna's eyes were torn from the chocolate cookies she had been staring at. "What? Why not?" Her frown matched her whimpering voice. "I like cakes."

"Yes, I know you do." Elsa tried not to sound like a doting mother, but could not help the feeling. "But I'm looking after our health here. We eat way too much ice cream that it accounts for a month's worth of desserts we can possibly buy here. We might as well just save our money, no?"

Elsa started to move the cart, pulling Anna along with her. "But I like desserts." Anna then tugged Elsa's sleeve which garnered her attention, sending warning signs flashing against Elsa's mind. "And I know you do, too."

Anna was right on the mark. Elsa loved her desserts just as much as Anna. Chocolate wafers and chocolate pastries were hard enough to resist, she didn't need Anna basically subduing her into staying near so many delicate desserts. It was crumbling her hardened resolve to abstain and not indulge. Anna's teal eyes shook as if iridescent and the subtle tug on her sleeve made her skip a step, almost tripping on her own feet.

"W-What do you need from here?" Elsa asked the cart.

The fire in Anna's eyes grew brighter. She picked up a box of fudge brownies and held them up to Elsa. "I think I could do with some of these." Her smile made Anna look ageless, which defied Elsa's thoughts of how Anna stayed so skinny even though she ate so many sweets.

Elsa resisted the temptation to reach out for the box of pure fudge. "Anna, we're only buying what we need to buy." She looked askance at the prices. "Besides, they're not on sale."

With a somber motion, Anna reluctantly put them back, but immediately skipped over to some other products. "What about this!" She happily held up two cans of whipped cream in both hands. However, once she held them close to her face, she shifted her teal eyes from glancing at both cans to the blonde goddess a few steps away from her. She continued her shifty glances until she looked at Elsa with a wide smile.

Before Elsa's mouth could contort into a frown, Elsa's eyelashes batted and turned from confused to underwhelmed, then finally to comprehension.

"Hey, Elsa, can I ask you something?"

"No."

Anna immediately scoffed. "What, why?" Her face turned defensive. "You don't even know what I'm gonna ask." She rested her hands on her hips, still clutching both cans of whipped cream.

Elsa relayed her thoughts as if she were reading a script. "By the way you were eyeing those cans, you were probably going to ask me something like: 'Can I spray you with whipped cream and lick you clean?' or something along those lines." Her face was deadbeat as she spoke, with her mind not truly registering what she said, but the spark in Anna's green orbs sent a light pink rushing to her cheeks. She quickly regretted her words when Anna simply shook her head with her eyes closed.

"Wow, Elsa dear, your mind's in the gutter."

Elsa's face shrouded into a deep red, a fierce blush forcing its way through her head. "E-Excuse me!?" She reeled forward, almost stumbling on nothing.

"I wasn't gonna ask that."Anna had a thick air of finesse to her words, as if she were the straight one and Elsa was the lesbian. I was totally gonna ask that, so I'm glad to see we're on the same page.

"Then what were you going to ask!?" Elsa nearly yelled, clearly embarrassed that such thoughts could pass through her mind let alone her lips.

Anna thought for a moment then held up one of the cans of whipped cream next to her stunning complexion. "Can I spray this under your armpit and lick it clean?"

A moment of silence was held for Anna's shame at Elsa's behest.

After that awkward second Anna tried to justify her question. "What..? I wanna see if I have a fetish or not. Is that so wrong?"

Elsa slowly closed her eyes, the rosiness in her cheeks subsiding, and exhaled. She then sternly and calmly said, "You can't test what fetishes you may or may not have on me." Her eyebrows were downturned but not angry. "Now put those down and let's go. I still need to buy milk."

Anna just shrugged a little and put the cans back on the shelf. "All right. Besides," she said while she stepped into Elsa's personal bubble, "you are my personal fetish."

"You're in my space, you know."

"We can share."

"You don't like fish?"

"I just don't like picking out each and every bone. And even then I don't get every single bone!" Anna sighed dramatically. "I prefer sushi."

"You could learn how to fillet a fish." Elsa crossed her arms when she saw Anna pick up a medium sized fish off the tray of crushed ice and shake it daftly. "Then again, I don't think you're qualified to handle a fillet knife."

Anna stopped puckering her lips at her fish fiend and tossed it back onto the ice then eyed Elsa with her lustful eyes. "You can fillet my fish anytime," she said, bobbing her eyebrows up and down.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out and Anna's face became cross, unsure exactly what she meant herself. "I don't even know."

The blonde chuckled under her breath and regarded the bounty of seafood spread out amongst them. There were plenty of fish laid out and they all sported different shapes, each ranging in colour and size. Some shellfish were hanging about, mingling with the assorted fish. There were even big tanks that housed stealthily moving crabs and lobsters. A snow crab with long legs skulked towards the glass making Elsa cringe at the sight.

"You scared of them?" Anna asked from the side, noticing the minute shift in Elsa's emotions.

Elsa tapped the glass with a pale finger not turning to look at Anna. "Not really, they just give me the creeps."

There was the sound of crushed ice moving and falling on itself then Anna called out. "Hey, Elsa!"

When Elsa turned she immediately recoiled, a cut off yelp escaping her throat.

Anna was grinning and happily holding up a live lobster in Elsa face. Elsa braced herself against the glass with the crab and fish watching her with bored astonishment.

"W-Wha-" Elsa cleared her throat and simultaneously crept a step away. "What do you think you're doing?"

Anna smiled like a sly fox and lowered her crustacean hostage, though not by much. She gave a cheeky smile and advanced on Elsa. "What's wrong?"

"Get it out of my face, Anna!"

"Elsa, my darling, don't be afraid of your food, you silly goose!"

She was going to chortle but Elsa's next comment cut her off. "It looks like you."

Very slowly, Anna's arms dropped with the wriggling lobster. Its claws were bound but it was still moving wildly in her pensive grip.

"Did you... just call me a lobster..?"

Her voice sounded sad which only strengthened Elsa's timid ego. "Yeah, I guess I did," she said as she tucked strands of hair behind her ear.

Without much thought, Anna swapped a solemn look with the lobster which replied with a frantic motion of wriggling antennae and a snapping tail. She then tossed it back on the ice without much effort, leaving the lobster scrambling as much as it could, which wasn't much.

"I'm no lobster," Anna grumbled, crossing her arms and setting her eyebrows and glaring at nothing in particular.

Elsa began to walk, her slow-growing unnatural fear of sea creatures averted and her ego stoked by Anna's frown. Though, she quickly felt the need to cheer Anna up. "Don't give me that face, Anna. You're not as scary as a lobster."

"Gee wizz, I feel sooo much better." The red head puffed out her cheeks making Elsa smile a little more than usual and she couldn't help but feel just a little more warmer even though the cold air of the sea food section gave Anna and herself goosebumps.

"Are you still angry?" Elsa asked with a slight tinge of laughter.

Of course not. I could never stay mad at you. But...

"Hmph!" Anna twisted her head away from Elsa's vantage, letting her braids flare outward.

The sight of her bright braids gave Elsa an opportunity to tease Anna and get her to stop sulking, even if she knew the sulking might be all for show. With natural effort, Elsa forced out a gasp. "Anna! What happened to your braids!?"

Anna instantly whirled her head to the left then the right, a futile attempt at trying to see the ends of her braids while whipping her head too fast.

"What!? What happened to my hair!?"

When Elsa chortled, snickering idly, only then did Anna stop her frantic head swirls and grab the ends of her braids with her fingers, showing her that her hair was in mint condition, albeit a tad untidy.

Anna once again set her eyebrows and deadpanned her voice. "Ha ha," she laughed dryly, "very funny. Your sense of humour is all your own." She sighed in content but tried to show her disinterest which proved difficult. She wanted to laugh along with Elsa but also wanted to play coy and mad for a while longer.

Elsa cleared her throat subtly, the wash of laughter slowly subsiding, then mentally checked what else she needed to buy. While Anna concentrated on fixing her face into a frown which instead made her look constipated, Elsa searched for the milk Kristoff usually got. The frown Anna tried to produce carved its way onto Elsa's lips.

Elsa stood in front of the abundant drinks aisle with the cart to one side and her eyes transfixed upward, at something on one of the higher shelves. Anna followed her gaze and smiled like a cat.

"It's pretty high, isn't it?"

Now, Elsa heard the ring in Anna's voice whenever she smiled. "Not really."

Elsa looked around hesitantly, her shy and timid nature shining crystal clear. Her eyebrows knitted and her hands inched their way closer to her thick braid. An obvious cough made her hands freeze and stand up straight.

"If it's too high, maybe I can piggyback you." Anna was biting the tips of her fingers, enthralled with the idea of getting close and personal with Elsa. She lost herself for a moment and didn't realize Elsa was already stretching her arm up to get the milk. Her brother would easily be able to reach the milk since Kristoff had a few more inches of height on him. It was in a carton, and just out of reach from Elsa's grasp. It was almost taunting her by how close it was.

Anna watched on as Elsa stood on the tips of her shoes, slightly leaning on the shelves. Quite suddenly, Anna became uncertain of Elsa's balance. She had the deadly look of determination that plagued adventurers and cave spelunkers before they left seeking fortune but were ultimately never seen again.

"Uhm... E-Elsa?"

"I've...almost...got it..."

Is the idea of getting on my back that terrible... Huhu.

Her fingers brushed the side of one of the cartons and Elsa suddenly lost the leg strength that was keeping her on her toes. Her heels touched the ground but only for a second because the carton of milk she grazed tipped back and forth precariously and before it could succumb to the force of gravity Elsa reached her arm up, stood on her toes and held it against the edge of the shelf. She braced herself against the shelves with her other hand and tried her best to steady her arm and the balancing act that kept the milk from falling.

"Crap," Elsa managed to utter while her legs buckled to keep her on her toes. Elsa's blonde braid shifted a little as she tried to turn her head towards Anna. "I... uh..."

"Elsa, don't tell me you need help." Anna's bubbly voice interrupted.

"No, I... uh..." Elsa couldn't come up with any excuse seeing as she was literally up against a wall, straining her arm to keep the milk from falling. Of course she could let go, but she didn't trust her reflexes enough to not make a mess. Which is why she turned to Anna. "I may need some help," she said softly. "Anna..? Anna?"

When there was no response Elsa became a tad apprehensive. Unable to move and unable to look behind her she realized she was quite vulnerable.

Elsa's back straightened and she began to lean forward against the coolness of the shelves as she felt Anna's whole body press up against her entire back. The blonde uselessly tried to turn her head around but could only see a bit of strawberry red in her periphery.

"A-Anna," she muttered, "I said I need your help. What do you think you're doing?" Elsa heard her own voice quiver and shake. Unwilling to let go and make a mess, she was at the mercy of her homosexual friend.

The attempt to resist close contact was as useless as mixing oil with water. In mere seconds Elsa's breasts were up against the shelf that held jugs of fruit juices while Anna's breasts pressed firmly against her back. Elsa felt the blood rush to her face as Anna rubbed her chest up and down hypnotically.

Elsa's face remained strained since it was impossible to keep a straight face while soft, perky breasts pushed Elsa's common sense off a ledge. She was losing herself in the sheer contact.

"Anna! St-stop! Someone's going to see us!" Elsa's voice was meek and shallow as her head shook to the left and the right, desperately hoping that nobody would turn a corner and see them in such a flagrant position.

Anna's heavy breathing made its way to Elsa's ear, the warm, tickling sensation making her pulse quicken. "You called me a lobster, remember?" Anna said in her husky tone.

"You can't still be mad about that, can you?"

"Oh, of course not." Anna spoke like gentle wind chimes which wasn't the only reason why Elsa shivered. Her shirt ruffled as Anna's fingers began to glide down Elsa's sides. Her body shook under the circumstantial nuances. Anna felt Elsa's ribs and dragged her hands down to Elsa's hourglass figure before settling by her waist, all while Anna continuously pumped her breasts against the blonde's back.

Elsa was a statue, bound to hold a carton of milk precariously on the edge of a shelf, hoping that the lesbian behind her didn't cause her to spill the milk. It would end with Elsa embarrassed on more than one level. Although, the way Anna was teasingly pulling out Elsa's tucked in shirt was also embarrassing, but on a whole different playing field.

With the hand that was steadying her balance and anchoring her to the drinks aisle, Elsa uselessly swatted at Anna's lithe tentacles. "Anna, I'm being serious! I need help!"

"I'll help you, alright." Anna's lustful voice sang while Elsa's voice cracked. The pressure was overwhelming, threatening to bubble over leaving Elsa crying over spilt milk. "Calling people names is not nice, Elsie. Not nice at all. Especially calling a redhead a lobster." Her voice was playfully grumpy.

When Elsa's shirt came loose out of her jeans, she felt a slight chill as her sides became exposed. Her milky skin rippled with goosebumps as Anna's fingertips connected with the exposed skin.

"Elsa, you're shaking like a leaf." Anna slowly lifted the sides of Elsa's shirt, revealing more of her immaculate skin. Elsa's futile attempts to tug her shirt down left the milk carton teetering and her only option was to brace herself again because Anna didn't cease pressing her breasts against Elsa.

"Anna, please! I'm not joking around here!" Elsa inhaled sharply when Anna's fingers grazed her side. She was beyond sensitive when it came to physical contact, twitching and fidgeting with every pinpoint touch. Elsa concentrated on tipping the milk carton back on the shelf seeing as Anna braced her weight from behind, practically smooshing her against the shelves of drinks. The cold air resonating from the open fridge was unable to permeate the increasingly hot air that surrounded both of them.

The tips of Elsa's ears started to flush red as Anna's braids tickled Elsa's neck. She closed her eyes, pushing away thoughts of embarrassment and tried to reason with the freckled beast. "Anna, what if someone sees us?"

"Then let them watch." Elsa heard Anna lick her lips. "I'm probably a closet exhibitionist. It's the thrill of being discovered, y'know?"

"No, I don't, and I don't think I want to know that thrill." Elsa heard herself swallow. "What if I say I'm sorry."

"I think we both know it's too late for that," Anna said, giggling. "Besides, I wasn't even that angry."

"I knew it!" Elsa's voice lit up but her triumph was short lived when Anna's fingers ghosted over the smooth of Elsa's stomach.

"Your tummy is so soft, like downy."

"Yeah, well- Ahhn~"

Before Elsa had time to insert a quip Anna gently stuck a digit into her bellybutton, teasing it with circular motions. Her other hand caressed the skin right under Elsa's bra. Elsa could feel Anna lightly tugging at the strap between the two cups and her pulse skyrocketed. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Anna, I swear!" She could hear her voice pitch while she struggled and shook as much as she could, which was honestly just a wiggle.

Anna's hands froze, but Elsa knew she wasn't out of the woods when she felt a chilling wind caress her neck that told her that Anna's smile grew mischievous.

"Didn't you say something about not losing your pants earlier?"

Elsa's cerulean eyes intensified and the blood drained from her face. However, as quickly as the blood left, it came back twice as furious. "Anna. Don't you dare," she said as sternly as she could.

Anna's constant breathing teased the nape of Elsa's neck. Her hot breath warmed Elsa's core and for a moment she enjoyed the feeling despite their problematic positioning. It was like a warm summer breeze carried by the waters of the beach. However, that sentiment quickly dissipated in a puff of smoke when she heard Anna's comment about losing pants.

Elsa did not feel like losing her pants.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Anna glance around them and, figuring they were out of the way of most shoppers, she turned her attention back on her prize. She raked her fingernails lightly over each of Elsa's rib bones, eliciting silent gasps. Anna relished in the thought of leaving her love marks on her lover. Her small hands drifted further down to Elsa's jeans, lightly running them over Elsa's zipper and in between her legs.

Elsa's legs tensed and she bucked her knees together while still straining her arm high in the air. While Anna blindly searched for the zipper, Elsa constantly squeaked out cut off moans that sent Anna up the wall.

These noises are making my brain foggy. Elsa, I'm sorry, but I need this now. I can't resist you. Of course, I won't go too far, not in a grocery store, but just far enough to find out if you shave down there or not.

Elsa's cheeks turned deep red and even Anna felt hot blood rush to her head, clouding any sound judgement she could have produced. The scent of subtle lilac wafting off of Elsa's hair was intoxicating to Anna and she needed Elsa. Now.

The sound of Elsa's zipper being unzipped echoed clearly in both the girls' ears. Once it was fully unzipped Anna could feel the soft texture that she knew was Elsa's underwear. She then unbuttoned Elsa's jeans and felt liquid lavender as she slowly began to ease her fingers under the elastic of her panties.

Being beyond embarrassed, Elsa heard a whispered gasp as she let go of humility and hung on to her shame.

The sudden quietness seemed to echo beyond the walls and off into the cavernous distance of the food shelves, which only caused the large splash following it to sound that much louder.

Elsa had backed into Anna causing both of them to step back just in time to avoid getting any milk on themselves. The carton lid exploded dramatically and sloshed out milk in arterial bursts. The white puddle slowly settled from its milky expansion while the freckled redhead watched the liquid in stunned silence.

She made sure she was out of proximity of the milk before staring in awe at Elsa and the mess she made.

"That was totally you this time," Anna said offhanded.

Elsa made sure to zip up her jeans and smooth her shirt before the ice coursing through her veins shot through her cold stone glare directly at Anna. However, she could do nothing to repress the rosiness on her face and slight twitch in her eye.

"I'm sorry but who was the one sticking their hand in my pants!" Elsa spoke in a low but harsh growl that made Anna tingle, but that could have been the lingering effects of touching Elsa so sensually. Her fingers shook in anticipation, aching at the loss of contact. Finally having touched what she wanted to for so long, she was ravenous for more.

Oh god, I need to get out of here otherwise I'm gonna ravish you beside this sad puddle of milk.

Back-peddling and shooting an innocuous and rather normal smile at Elsa, Anna said, "I'll find someone to clean this up. You finish your shopping," before disappearing into one of the aisles.

With no one to share her experience with, Elsa looked at the milk on the ground with a sullen expression. After a short moment of respite she exhaled and noticed that one hand was holding the back of her neck, exactly where Anna was breathing. The source was gone but the sensation stayed.

Releasing another sigh, she walked around the milk and grabbed a carton of chocolate milk that was within arm's reach. "Sorry, Kristoff, but you're going to have to settle for this," she declared.

Elsa once again looked at the white puddle, then down the aisle uncertainly. She had stood the carton upright but could do nothing else except wait for Anna to return with help. She was standing by the cart when she heard the crackle of the intercom. Anna's voice followed right after.

"Umm, right. Clean up in aisle 12. Thank you... Whew. I always wanted to do that. My friend, Elsa's gonna be so mad! But that's okay, 'cause she's hot when she's angry. What? My finger..? It's not off!? Oh shi-"

Elsa's blank eyes mechanically turned from blanklessly staring at a speaker box near the ceiling to blanklessly staring at the aisle number she was currently in. "Who in their right mind would allow some random person to talk over the loudspeaker?" Elsa wondered. And before she could come up with a reasonable explanation, she heard voices coming down one of the aisles. Not wanting to stick around at the scene of the crime for her accomplice to return, the platinum blonde clutched the handle of her cart and headed for the checkout.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

"I'm allowed to be angry at you."

"Sure you are, but you didn't intend to leave without me, right, Elsa..? Right, Elsa?!"

Elsa had been standing in line for the checkout for some time before Anna finally found her. Granted, she did pick the longest line that she saw because she wasn't really going to leave without Anna, but Anna didn't need to know about that.

Elsa began placing her items on the conveyer belt as she spoke. "Who let you use the intercom in the first place?"

"Funny story actually," Anna said as she took out her basket which held her cereal. "I asked someone who was near one of the phones that you use to talk over the loudspeaker and told him what had happened. Then he took a long look at me and asked me if the person I was with had blonde hair and a french braid. I was like 'How did you know?' and he was all like 'It was just a hunch.' After that he asked me if I wanted to do the honours as he pointed at the phone and of course I wasn't going to let an opportunity like that down."

After her long winded spiel, Anna took in a breath and smiled even wider than when she was talking.

It was probably the same employee I asked to clean up the cereal. I guess he could sense her clumsiness when she spoke to him. Elsa concealed her slight amusement and took the final item out of her cart and placed it on the conveyor belt. She gave Anna an incredulous look even though she knew Anna was probably telling the truth.

"What's with that look? I'm telling the truth."

The cashier glanced at both Anna and Elsa multiple times while she was checking out the items to which Elsa was quite aware of. As she was checking out the last few items Elsa stepped closer to Anna and whispered so that the cashier wouldn't hear them, not like it mattered all that much.

"Look, if we ever go out again you have to promise not to pull stunts like that." Elsa gave a quick glance at the lady behind the register then returned her gaze toward Anna. "I'd like to keep my pants on, thank you very much."

What was supposed to come out as a stern warning, for Anna it was an open invitation. "That means we can go out some other time!" she exclaimed.

Seeing as her message wasn't received correctly, Elsa rubbed her temple. "You're something else, you know that."

"So I've been told," Anna said smiling.

After paying for her groceries and receiving a bewildering look of concern or understanding from the cashier, Elsa began to pack away her things in her reusable grocery bags. As she did so, she could only chuckle under her breath and continue with her own business while she heard the cashier's puzzled voice and Anna's charming explanation as to why she was only buying a half empty box of cereal.