Belle greetes Elsa with a small smile, taking her hands and squeezing.

"Hey, Elsa," she murmured.

She leaned in, but Elsa turned her head. Those delicate lips landed on her cheek instead.

The younger woman looked a tad disappointed when she pulled away but refrained from saying anything.

"Hey," Elsa replied, letting go of one of her hands. "Where did you want to go?"

Belle's smile grew bigger somehow.

"I thought I'd cook for us today." Simple.

Elsa felt a small chill go through her. Uh oh. This was just lunch, right?

"Oh. Uh, that's okay. I can pay if we head to a diner or something."

The brunette's smile faltered.

"It's not a matter of money, sweetie. I want to. Please? Not to brag, but I'm a decent chef."

Elsa felt her squeeze her hand and sighed internally.

There wasn't any getting out of this, was there?

Besides... Belle wouldn't do anything Elsa was uncomfortable with. Right?

Elsa returned the other woman's smile.

"Okay. Then it's settled."

There was a sparkle in Belle's eyes, there only briefly.

"Great!"


Belle had been modest when proclaiming she was a decent chef.

She was amazing.

The two sat and talked as they ate, and it was a relief to feel... normal.

If only for a short while.

But Anna snuck back into her mind without her consent. It was inevitable.

If Belle noticed anything weird about Elsa's actions she didn't comment. Elsa could have thanked her for that.

When lunch was over Elsa opted to check her phone as Belle put away the dishes.

Nothing from Anna. It hurt.

A lot.

And then thin arms snaked around her shoulders. She felt the heat of Belle's body as the brunette pressed against her back.

She sucked in a breath when lips kissed the shell of her ear.

"W-What're you doing?" She placed her phone gingerly on the table.

"Mm, nothing."

A small nip to her lobe made Elsa lean her head to the side. Belle didn't hesitate to pepper kisses down her bare neck.

This... It wasn't wrong... Was it?

But she'd hate herself after, she knew.

She was about to stop it when Belle began suckling on her bare skin.

A moan escaped despite herself, and Elsa bit her lip. She couldn't give in! She coul-

"Ooh," she groaned as an adventurous hand cupped her breast. "Belle..."

That drove the brunette on. She nipped harder, licked the marks she created.

Elsa could only draw shaky breaths, clutching the chair arms harsher.

She'd nearly lost herself when a loud vibration came from the table.

Her phone.

And the only other person who texted her was Anna.

Something clicked in Elsa's brain. She jumped up and grabbed her phone, leaving a stunned brunette behind an empty chair.

The text was only three words, but it made her heart stop.

I need you.