Frantic hands were grabbing for every piece of skin they could manage to touch. Pulling at fabric, fingers ducking under hems, pinching at zippers, begging for more more more. Heavy breaths were echoing through the cabin, mixing only with the crackling of the fire as it started to die, lit hours before but long since forgotten.

There was a trail of clothing that led from the couch to his bedroom. Her sweater. His. Undershirts. Leggings and pants. Big socks, next to much smaller ones, and soon there was nothing left to the imagination.

Kristoff hoisted her up on his hips, sighing with content as she wrapped her thighs around him. Anna's fingers dug into his chest, scratching through the hair that spread over it as he grabbed handfuls of her, pulling her closer and closer still. His lips dragged across her skin, from her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her throat.

Anna's breath was shorter, raspier, heaving as he let his teeth graze over her collarbone, her chest. She spread her fingers through his hair, pulling gently at his scalp to make him look at her. His dark, blown out pupils made her weak, and she pulled him back up to her swollen lips, laughing when they fell backwards onto the plush bed.

"W-wait."

A breathy laugh.

"I-I'm serious."

With a loud blow of air, Kristoff placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, pushing himself up off the bed to hover over her. "Okay, sorry."

Anna raised her hands to his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over the fresh beard that was growing in. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

Kristoff took a moment to scan his eyes down her body, clad only in a soft, lacy bralette and matching panties. Every inch of her was absolutely perfect, and she flushed red under his stare. "Stop," she laughed, pushing his cheek to move his focus. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He smiled, kissing her palm.

"Like…" Anna pouted, trying hard not to give in to the urge to hide herself. "I don't know! Like that."

Kristoff chuckled, lowered himself to his elbows and pressed a warm kiss to her lips. "Can't help it." He pressed light, fluttering kisses along her freckled cheeks and nose, stopping just to look her in the eye again. "You're beautiful."

"Blegh," she groaned, smiling as she turned her head to the side. "You're only saying that to get in my — oh wait."

They both laughed, Kristoff dropping down to lay beside her, his arm draped over her stomach. Anna's fingers danced over the muscles of his bicep, and she turned her head to look at him. "I'm sorry," she mumbled again, shifting under his arm to turn her whole body towards him. "I just haven't… since…"

"I get it. Me neither."

"And like…" she scrunched her nose. "Once this happens it's like…" she spread her hands out wide. "Boom. It's really serious. And I just want to make sure it's super serious? Because I have Eli. And I can't…"

Kristoff grabbed her hands, kissing her fingers. "It's fine." He smiled wider when she looked at him with disbelief. "I'm serious. You were patient with me. I'll be patient with you. Besides," he mumbled, his own cheeks flushing. "I'm nervous anyway."

Anna curled closer to his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. He did his best to embrace her fully, tucking her under his chin. Her breath was warm on his skin, and Kristoff pressed his cheek against the top of her head. They had been officially dating for about a month now, and he could barely stand to be away from her anymore.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had never felt this way before. Not even with Samantha.

Kristoff felt her breathing slow, quiet snores starting from under his chin.

He knew he had loved Samantha, but was that just a product of age? They had been high school sweethearts, friends since childhood, so he did what he felt he was supposed to. They stayed together, then got engaged, and then… nothing.

Maybe she was right to have broken it off. Not in the way she did, but he was always a little afraid to venture outside of his comfort zone. Maybe they were just comfortable.

But with Anna, everything felt right. Warm and real and exciting and…

He hugged her tighter, burying his nose in her hair.

She snuffled lightly, squeezing him tighter in response.

"You staying the night?"

Anna nodded, rubbing her nose into his chest.

"Want me to text Honey?"

She nodded again, mumbling something incomprehensible.

Kristoff reached out to find his phone on the nightstand and smiled, typing out a quick text to the babysitter, with a note to tell Eli they loved him.