hello.
just wanted to say thanks for all your kind comments, really means alot. I'm doing better now :)
also, im not planning to write full smut (im only sixteen like wat) and im sorry if my steamy stuff sucks. i havent even had my first kiss yet so...
disclaimer: frozen is not in my possession
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Anna sighed and breathed in the familiar scent of her home. Leaving her luggage in the entryway, she ran to the living room and dropped onto the couch and pillows, which hadn't moved during the last few dramatic weeks. "Oh, how I missed these pillows," she smiled and closed her eyes, burying her face in a pillow. "Is that weird?" she asked suddenly, peeking one eye open and sitting up, clutching the feather cushion to her chest.
Her two companions smiled at her as they walked into living room. "Very," Elsa replied, playfully rolling her eyes. She proceeded past the living room and began to climb the white spiral staircase, her suitcase dragging obnoxiously behind her. "I'm going to go unpack and take a nap. This jet lag is really getting to me."
Once she had disappeared upstairs, Kristoff leaned against the arm chair casually and dropped his much smaller duffel. "Well, while you're catching up with that couch, I'm gonna go get Sven," he said, trying his best to seem nonchalant, though he was anxious to see his best friend. Those four months had been too long, and he missed his loyal buddy.
"Guess I won't be seeing you for the next couple days," Anna joked, sitting up on her elbows.
Kristoff rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. "Trust me, I'll be giving you your attention later," he winked, and Anna could feel his playful smirk during their short but passionate kiss.
"See you later," she smiled dreamily, mind fuzzy after one of his breathtaking kisses.
He grinned back silently from the door, before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
Anna sighed and fell back among the pillows. Her blissful reunion was interrupted yet again by her phone vibrating, signaling someone had sent her a text message. Reaching out blindly, she slammed her hand on the coffee table a few times before managing to grab the device. She fell off the couch clumsily and landed with her butt on the hard cool wood beneath her. Blowing a few stray hairs from her face and getting over the annoyance of her clumsiness, she snatched up the silver electronic and unlocked the screen. Her eyes widened at the sight.
To: Anna
From: He-who-must-not-be-named
We need to talk.
"Anna? Are you okay?" Elsa took that moment to appear from the top of the stairs with a concerned expression on her otherwise fair face. She walked briskly down the stairs to meet her butterfingered sister.
"Yeah. Just the usual tumble," Anna laughed and took Elsa's hand to help herself up. "You would never guess who just texted me," she said after she had dusted herself off.
"Who," Elsa commanded with an intense but curious gaze.
"Hans," she replied, biting her lip in anticipation for Elsa's blow-up.
"Are you serious? What the hell did the douchebag have the nerve to say this time?" Elsa snatched the phone out of Anna's grasp and read the short message. "Oh, he just wants to 'apologize' and say it was 'just a huge misunderstanding'," Elsa read, throwing up quotation marks with her fingers and rolling her eyes.
"I know, but I feel like he at least deserves an explanation. We did kind of tell him off with no warning," Anna protested hesitantly. "I mean, if someone texted me with an insult and I had no idea what it was about, I think I'd want details, too."
"Yeah, but he knows what he did. Why should we give him the time of day when all he'll do is try to persuade you to forgive him?! He'll throw himself a pity party, and heaven knows how much fun those are," Elsa argued, placing her slim hands on her even thinner waist.
"C'mon Elsa, I'm not that stupid. I'll even take you and Kristoff with me. I've learned from him; I think I can handle one little chat," Anna raised her eyebrows in anticipation for her sister's answer.
Elsa's eyes darted back and forth in thought and the blonde moved to cross her arms over her narrow chest. After several increasingly awkward minutes, Elsa sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I swear, if he tries anything, I won't hesitate to bring out the guns. Figuratively and literally."
Anna beamed when she heard the blonde's sigh and gave her a bone crushing but not unexpected hug. "Thank, sis. You're the best."
Elsa rolled her eyes but proceeded to embrace her crazy sister that she simply could never say no to.
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"Kristoff, please. I'm trying to make dinner."
Anna swatted his head away from her exposed shoulder, which said boy kept trying to cover with dark love bites. As much as Anna loved this extra attention and new-found, sexy confidence Kristoff seemed to be gaining more of everyday, she still knew when it just wasn't appropriate.
"And I told you, I'm not very hungry," Kristoff replied in a husky growl, wrapping his large arms around her significantly smaller waist and ignoring Anna's protests, placing his head back into her shoulder.
"Maybe so, but I am. And Elsa expects me to cook tonight. She'd be awfully disappointed if it's only half cooked, or worse, burnt," Anna pointed out with breathy gasps while Kristoff continued his trail on her collarbone.
"Eh, you guys get takeout all the time. I'm sure she'll live," her bulky boyfriend began pulling her from her concrete position by the stove.
"No, no, no." Anna protested, though her resistance was wearing thin.
"Fine then. Just one kiss before you kick me out of the kitchen?" Kristoff asked, puckering out his thin lips obnoxiously to make his girlfriend smile her wickedly beautiful grin.
Anna rolled her eyes and pecked him shortly on the lips, knowing it would drive him crazy.
"Hey!" Kristoff gaped while Anna went innocently back to her meal preparations. "That wasn't a real kiss!"
"Um, yes it was," Anna responded sassily, refusing to look at the complaining man and focus on her boiling food. "And we agreed one kiss, and I gave you one. That's that."
"Nope. Sorry, that wasn't acceptable. I'm afraid I need to ask you for a new one," Kristoff shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
Anna shook her own strawberry blonde head and turned towards him, placing her spoon-grasping hand on her hip. "Fine," she stated simply, stepping up to him boldly and wrapping her arms demandingly around his neck and pulling him down to her level. Closing her eyes sloppily, she pulled his head to hers and kissed him - hard.
Kristoff smiled at her annoyed confidence and twined his muscular arms on her hips, a spot he was beginning to love. He deepened the kiss, and at Anna's small moans, he knew she was definitely not thinking about dinner anymore. As oxygen became thin, Kristoff pulled away. "I love you." His smile could be felt on her own millimeters away lips.
Anna replied by crashing her lips on his again, pulling her body impossibly closer to his own, loving the feel of his broad chest and thick hair between her fingertips. She sighed in content when his hands moved from her waist to her cheeks, pulling her face up and running his hands through her smooth fiery hair. A few passionate moments later, Kristoff escaped her temptingly toxic lips and advanced down her face and towards her slender neck. "Kristoff," she sighed in a whisper, running her hands down from his neck to clutch at his spine. She felt clouded with passion and lust, loving the feeling on Kristoff's brilliant lips on her skin. However, a small voice in the back of her head reminded her of that dream on the plane, and she knew this had to stop. They needed to talk. "Kristoff, stop," she said, regretting the words as soon as they escaped her mouth due to the way Kristoff was pleasuring her.
Being the respectful and wonderful man Anna had fallen in love with, he stopped immediately, looking at her swollen red lips and still darkened eyes with a concerned, loving gaze. "I'm sorry. I just...I got a bit carried away. I'm sorry, I-I," Kristoff stammered, his blush someone messing up his speech the more intensely red it became.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. I just...I think we need to talk. Y'know, boundaries and stuff," Anna stuttered with a blush that would make a tomato look pale, pulling her body away from his but keeping their hands interlocked.
"Yeah," Kristoff followed her dumbly towards the living room. "Good idea."
After getting situated on the long couch with almost six inches in between them (the most space since they had returned back from Norway), Anna spoke out awkwardly. "So...boundaries."
"Yeah."
"I've never really been a good relationship before, so I don't really know...exactly...," Anna trailed off, trying desperately in vain to hide her impending blush.
"You think that I have?" Kristoff smirked, causing Anna to giggle a bit, breaking the awkward ice.
"Here's what we'll do. We both know that I'm good with just about everything. But I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. I'm even fine with just kissing. It's all up to you," he pitched sincerely, amber brown eyes looking into turquoise beauties.
Anna looked away with her ever darkening flush. "I know, and that's one of the reasons I love you. But...can I have some time to think about it? I need some time to myself to know what I'm really comfortable with and what I want to do."
"Yeah, yeah, totally," Kristoff tried his best to be the encouraging boyfriend rather than sound as disappointed as he really was.
"Kristoff, you know I love you," Anna started. "And trust me, one day I will want to do all those things with you. I just need time. We both know my last boyfriend didn't turn out so hot, so I want to do this one right," she smiled, glancing at him.
"I know. I'm sorry," Kristoff apologized, a blush creeping from his thick neck to his handsome face.
"Good. Now I'm going to make sure we don't burn another meal. You wanna help?" Anna asked, standing up and holding her hand down for him to take.
Kristoff grinned and nodded, grasping her warm, small palm in his own.
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