A/N: WARNING: Sexual content. But somehow I don't think you all will mind reading it ;)
By the way, is softcore smut a thing? Because this chapter is five thousand words of softcore smut.
She'd done it!
Anna had actually done it!
She'd convinced Elsa to go to the New Year's celebration downtown! A massive gathering of thousands of individuals, couples, and groups, all coalescing in the frigid, unforgiving Winter bite to partake in watching the ritualistic countdown and New Year's acorn drop (yes, acorn. Why? No one knew. And probably no one would ever know, but that's what Arendelle city had decided to drop each ear to mark the extinction of yesteryear and the birth of new opportunities- a giant, metal, shiny acorn).
Okay so maybe it wasn't that much convincing that Elsa needed. In fact, Elsa perhaps had confided in Anna that she had always wanted to go watch the acorn drop, but never had anyone- or any friends, to go with. Anna's heart had welled with tears when her Elsa confided about this and she was proud of herself for only spending the next fifteen straight minutes hugging the older girl.
The point was that they were here, downtown, hand in hand in line to get a couple of giant pretzels. The crowd downtown was dense, shoulder-to-shoulder traffic everywhere one turned, the loud roar of a thousand conversations pitting up against the blast of carnival music, trinket sellers, and food stands blurring into a background noise so intense that one nearly had to yell in normal conversation. The mouth-watering aroma of fried junk food drizzled through the air in a cloud among the entire present population.
The surrounding skyscrapers lit up with red, gold, and green, illuminating the fading Christmas spirit for all to enjoy for one last night.
Anna peered around the crowd for the rest of their group. Merida was off expertly sniping prizes using a cork-gun that was clearly rigged, much to the carnie's visible dismay. Rapunzel and Flynn were trying on goofy new year's glasses and making utter fools of themselves, since they were both of age and Kristoff was lucky enough to be their dedicated driver- speaking of, where was that guy, anyway? Or Pascal? They must be off making trouble with Sven. The trifecta. The Three Stooges, likening themselves to think they were the Three Musketeers. Anna chuckled, returning her attention to her date.
"I'll take that silence as you conceding the point," Elsa's sarcastic voice cut through Anna's dillydallying.
She grinned wide and rolled her eyes when she looked into deep, ocean blue eyes, a challenging smirk gracing red lips. Elsa wore her new green hoodie, huddled close to Anna's side, allowing a detailed view of her light dusting of freckles down her moon-kissed cheeks. "Absolutely not, cinnamon pretzels will always be better than salted pretzels, that's just a fact," she quipped.
Elsa made a "tsk" noise with her mouth and shook her head. Her bangs flared gently around the frame of her face, and her breath puffed. "I expected better from you, Anna."
"Who would even want to give up that cinnamon sugar sweetness for boring old salt, anyway?"
"Those of us with a more refined palette, dear Anna."
She raised an eyebrow. "And, of the two of us, remind me who was nicknamed 'her majesty' last week?"
"Ah, so we are in agreement, salted pretzels are better than cinnamon sugar ones."
"I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree," the redhead giggled, and she once again let her gaze fall to supple red lips. They were lopsided now, twitching, betraying how hard Elsa was working not to laugh. But, then again, so did that little glint in her perfectly cerulean eyes.
Anna's heart skipped a beat. Because now I can do this whenever I want, she mused as she leaned in and planted a kiss on Elsa's lips.
A jolt of electricity flashed through her at the contact, a heated urge to deepen the kiss settling in a heart that was now racing, then dripping down and pooling like steam her stomach. She got butterflies as Elsa returned the kiss, moving her lips softly against Anna's with no particular rhythm. Funny, for such a musician, she really can't find a tempo here.
But Anna didn't mind. She just parted her lips lightly and-
"Next up!" An assertive nasally voice snapped from the stand, snubbing the moment. Then kicking the moment. Then throwing the moment overboard to drown. How rude. Anna tactfully ignored the fact that they were, indeed, the ones to get in line in the first place.
Anna broke the kiss, a dopey smile stretching Elsa's flushed face in a way that Anna knew she'd never tire of. "What was that for?" Elsa asked like the silly girl she was. Her breath fogged in the air.
The younger girl shrugged, her cheeks warming despite the sub-freezing temperature out. "Because you're cute," she said.
Elsa blushed a brilliant shade of red, biting her grinning lip.
"I said next!"
Anna boldly jabbed a finger against the other girl's chest before really thinking. The fact that her hand was momentarily pressed upon a supple, sizable breast escaped neither girl. Nonetheless, Anna kept her hand true as she spoke, feeling pressure build right between her legs, her voice a little more choppy than usual. "To be continued."
A hot flashed ripped wildly through Elsa's body, her heart jumping at the touch, intentional or not. Her face and neck flushed aggressively as spike of longing graced her hips and her mind took Anna's words way out of context- taking a moment to imagine that lithe, brave hand shifting to squeeze a now rather tingly breast. Maybe Anna would snake her hand underneath Elsa's jacket and- okay okay, stop right there. Elsa forced herself to breathe deep.
It was only then that she noticed, much to her embarrassment, that she had not responded to Anna.
They held hands for most of the remainder of the night- which was no easy feat while eating pretzels and finagling a crowd. As Anna led the elder through the hustle and bustle of packed streets, she perhaps intentionally pulled a little too hard on the lithe hand in hers to allow it to press momentarily on her backside. Okay, fine, one-hundred percent on purpose. Her heart flittered each time she felt Elsa's knuckles even brush against it- her body achingly searching for any tactile stimulation as she recalled not only the softness of Elsa's breast against her digits, but also their rather heated session downtown days before Christmas. She was beginning to feel a familiar burning below her stomach.
In such instances that Anna did pull their interlaced hands against her own rear, Elsa only really had one thought.
Anna's butt was warm.
Her heart was pounding, and although she couldn't exactly tell if the younger girl was doing this on purpose, she too was feeling its effects.
They continued through the crowd, nearly forgetting their friends in the process, and finally settled on a viewing spot a little out of the way, but still with a decent line of sight to the acorn. There was a little more space between people here, and it wasn't as loud. In fact, it almost seemed quiet, almost private, at least in comparison to the claustrophobic gathering of souls everywhere else.
Along the way there, Elsa had reasoned that, given the number of times she had been graced with contact with Anna's butt (which was absolutely enticing and curvy, especially in those skinny jeans she had on, might Elsa add), there was no way it was innocent.
So, she repaid in kind, "accidentally" yanking the hand in hers up against her ample chest. The contact was scant, but the affect was not. Anna had squeaked- much to Elsa's amusement- and tripped over her own two feet, tumbling headlong into a poor, innocent bystander, fumbling away with repeated apologies and astonishingly crimson cheeks.
"Oh I'm gonna get you for that!" She had teased, and Elsa found that receiving such a strong and immediate reaction from the redhead to excite her. She was having some difficulty walking with a normal gait and her body was starting to almost react to the benign touch of her bra against her, uh, attentive nipples.
God damn if that was Anna's hand-
"Aye, wai' up, ye hooligans!" Merida's jog came to a halt, now caught up, and Elsa's cheeks turned a shade what would put red to shame. She sharply looked anywhere but the Scot.
"Just because you're a slowpoke doesn't mean we're hooligans," Anna quipped.
"Aye bu' the way ye were actin' does."
Anna decided that she'd prefer to melt into the floor now. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks!
"How were they acting?" Rapunzel and Flynn arrived, both wearing some rather silly New Year's glasses and face paint. Rapunzel was painted as a chameleon and Eugene was painted as- well as himself. It was actually a little uncanny. Anna didn't know whether to be put off or laugh, so she did both. It sounded weird. They older couple stared at the three- well, actually Kristoff, Sven, and Pascal had found their way back now, too- pretending to not know why everyone was laughing.
"You actually buy those?" Kristoff raised an eyebrow.
"She buys a pair every year, even has her collection still," Pascal chimed in, earning a death glare from his sister.
"Hey hey hey," Eugene said, his voice velvety smooth, smile charming as can be, and hand coming to rest around his brunette girlfriend's shoulders. "You really don't wanna piss of the girl with magic hair, she might cast a spell on you." He looked around the group. His teeth were like a freaking toothpaste commercial, Anna noted.
"Is tha' how sheh got ye?"
"Pshh," the oldest boy drawled, waving off the jab, "she didn't need any of that stuff to get me, I love her just the way she is," and everyone could tell he was a little drunk, but everyone could also tell that he was more than a little bit truthful.
Rapunzel blushed, placing her hand affectionately on his before flipping her hair and turning her nose up to everyone else. "You're all just jealous of our glasses."
And thusly the friends laughed and joked, picked and jabbed as the night wore on late, getting colder by the minute. Anna and Elsa found themselves relaxing against a brick wall to some unknown building off to the side of the group. It was large, the bricks were freezing, and for all they cared it could be Dr. Evil's new lair. Good point, movie night needs to happen soon, thanks brain!
The point was, what building it was just wasn't important.
Anna chimed into the conversation frequently, slamming out one-liners like no one's business- not that all of them were good. In fact, halfway through saying about, well, half of them, she realized just how lame they were, but went in with full commitment anyway. ("My hair, you should see your hair, it looks like you just fell of a two-hundred foot cliff!" was not her proudest moment when bickering with Kristoff).
No matter how awful, corny, or nonsensical they were, however, Elsa always laughed.
And uh- well, Anna was still feeling that tingly sensations lower down, and seeing Elsa's adorable sniggering face glowing red (which was probably from the cold) and the way she hid her smile behind the collar of her hoodie made her want to kiss those pretty little lips off the girl.
THUD THUD went the overworked muscle in her chest as her stomach buzzed with an idea.
"It's almost midnight!" She proclaimed proudly, walking into the center of the group, swaying her hips for Elsa's enjoyment. She'd better be looking or I swear I'm gonna make her, and the thought of being in charge like that made Anna's hands feel clammy and her heart race. A steamy image of her shoving Elsa's flushed body down against her mattress flickered through her mind's eye. "Who's gonna give me my New Year's Kiss?" She put her hands on her hips, ignoring the few strangers passing by who gave her a funny look, and that guy's shoulder she just bumped into.
Biting her lip and raising her eyebrow, Anna scanned the friend group, except Elsa. Her foot was tapping. Stop tapping. That's not sexy. It kept going. Ugh! Anna slammed it onto the ground, her shoe clacking against the cement below and she winced because why was it so hard to just be normal?
"Anyone?" She looked back at Elsa now, dropping a rather large hint by winking.
Not that she actually needs a hint since we've, ya know, sucked face once before. But God that jealously skirting around the edges of Elsa's mouth and lining of her big, beautiful eyes was so enticing- the way it swelled like a wave, ready to crash down and spill into anger, the possessiveness in her momentarily clenched fists no doubt tightening her chest because she wanted Anna.
The way it all washed away when realization swept in to take its place, and the way Elsa's face turned into a plump little tomato. Not realizing she was chewing her lip, Anna mused that possessive Elsa was perhaps one of the more adorable things in life.
Even the way that Elsa grumbled and pulled- no, yanked Anna aside was cute. She's so strong. Anna reached up to cop a feel of the older girl's arms, but was somewhat alarmed at the cut and dry vulnerability in Elsa's voice when she spoke.
"I didn't like that, Anna."
Anna took a moment, then gently wrapped her arms around Elsa's waist, letting their foreheads rest against one another. It gave her a mini heart attack when the other girl flinched at the contact at first, but quickly, she did relax and rest her head on Anna's. Elsa's forehead was slightly cool to the touch, her hair tickled, and even through her hoodie, the strawberry blond could feel the curve of her hips. She toyed with the loose fabric covering Elsa and did notice she little shiver that came from the elder when she did so. She's still worked up, too.
"So, no purposefully making you jealous, noted," Anna said, and Elsa seemed to relax a little at this. She brought her hands up along Elsa's back, breath hitching when she felt the shudder in response. "I'm sorry," she said, now bringing her hand to cup the other's cheek.
Elsa smiled and leaned into the touch. "It's okay," but it didn't exactly sound okay yet.
"You know, you're the only one I ever want to kiss me again, Elsa."
The perfect grin widened, and the elder placed a hand over Anna's, exhaling deeply as she did so. "You're the only one I ever want to kiss again," she no more than breathed. Anna traced her thumb against a tender cheek bone and she practically had the elder melting into her touch.
"I really am sorry, I- I won't do that again."
Elsa nodded.
A beat passed.
"It just kinda- um, well it kinda- sorta- a little bit- turns me on-" she let out a breathy cough-chuckle-thing. "When you- to see how much you want me." She didn't even realize that she was staring at the ground.
As if everything interesting she'd been imaging that night was unfolding at her toes.
Elsa gulped. Her breath was audibly shallow, the air between them halted all activity, and they might as well have been tucked away in a private hotel room in that moment. The silence stretched and made it physically difficult for the elder to talk, that much was evident based on her choppy tenor. "There are other ways for me to show you that," she rasped, clenching a little.
Anna smirked, because she knew precisely what Elsa was feeling right now. She, too, found it hard to stand upright. "Oh yeah?" The younger girl breathed huskily, letting the hot air ooze out of her mouth and down Elsa's ear in a cloud of condensation. "Have I been a bad girl?"
Elsa gulped, bringing her knees together, heart pounding. "Ye-yeah, you have been," she whispered.
Anna tsk'd, lightly running her finger along Elsa's delicate, sensitive jawline, eliciting a delightful shiver that ran from the base of Elsa's skull, deep down her spine and pooled hotly between her legs. "What'll you do, punish me? We both know who's in control," she purred, innuendo dripping off of every syllable of her low, almost gruff voice. Elsa audibly gasped.
After a few seconds of shallow, unsatisfying breaths, the elder quipped "prove it," doing her best to maintain composure.
Anna bit her lip with an impish grin. "It's almost midnight." She lightly ran her fingers down Elsa's shoulder, hidden by hoodie as it was, she could still tell it gave the girl goosebumps. She wondered what else on her body was hardening as her eyes brushed over her concealed bust. "You'll see," she whispered, close enough that they could have kissed.
And she pulled away, leaving Elsa high and dry.
"Git a room!" Merida chastised.
It just earned a cute little laugh from Anna, who simply winked at Elsa before turning away.
LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK
"Five!" The crowd chanted in unison.
Anna's eyes lit up.
"Four!"
Elsa stepped forward, grabbing her hand.
"Three!"
This earned a grin from the other girl.
"Two!"
Elsa turned her attention to Anna.
"One!"
Their eyes met.
"Happy New Year!"
The acorn dropped. Anna crashed their lips together, leaving only a fraction of a second for the blonde to register the hungry look behind her darkened eyes, reflecting the deep ocean, rich pools of desire.
But now they were pressed together, mouth to mouth, body to body, Anna's hot lips kneading against Elsa's own. She was sure her mouth was going to bruise, but she didn't care. She let the fire tingling her lips course through her chest and turn in her stomach. The full body contact exhilarated every already excited nerve in her body and the world was lost to her.
Curious hands ran themselves down the lengths of her lats, settling on Elsa's dainty love handles. Anna's fingertips felt hot against the small of Elsa's back, and the elder opened her mouth, allowing a needy tongue to clash with hers roughly. Sloppy was the word that came to mind. Sloppy, but incredible.
And honestly, Elsa didn't know where the time went. One moment, she was pressed against a cold brick wall, the next she was being shoved into her own bed.
She vaguely remembered Anna explaining that Kai would be up watching the Twighlight Zone, but it all seemed kind of fuzzy and she wasn't sure that it wasn't a hallucination.
Either way, they burst through Elsa's room door, the blonde retreating to her companion's libidinous march forward. The sound of her door slamming shut ripped through the steamy air as they broke for a breath, Elsa unsure that she'd ever catch hers. She was sweating, heart racing.
They were lit solely by the moon's grace, the heavy glow of night's shadow shrouding much around them, but Elsa felt she could practically see good as day. The absolutely beautiful- no, divine one before her, nibbling her lip, and even in the dark Elsa could see her hearty serving of freckles. Anna's eyes were dark, stray strands of hair simmered against her glistening forehead, her breaths ragged and low. That look. God that look in her eye, the glint, the almost animalistic lust made Elsa's head spin just as Anna gave her a hefty shove backwards.
She barely noticed the wind get knocked out of her when she toppled onto the mattress, back automatically arching whilst the redhead crawled above her, now straddling her and leaning close. There chests brushed together through rather infuriating coats, and Elsa felt a shockwave run down the length of her spine, bucking her hips forward and halting her breath. She could feel the warmth emanating from Anna's core; her own, now fiery with desire, so close to Anna's.
"Off," Anna commanded, nodding her head.
Elsa complied, tearing the hoodie from her body, and in the short span of time that it blinded her, the beautiful girl atop her had done the same. Anna wore a simple tank-top, but the color didn't exactly matter. Green. Probably green. Or blue. Her eyes traced the defined curve of freckled shoulders and examined the musculature of familiar arms. Elsa felt her mouth go a little dry as she vicariously fed on the unadulterated beauty atop her. They weren't even stripped down- they were still fully clothed and Elsa already felt this hot. When Anna bent down, however, Elsa caught an eyeful of a whole lot of breasts and she choked.
Anna's bra was blue.
Time seemed to slow down as Anna leaned in close. So close that when she whispered, their lips brushed together. Her voice was low, husky, a little rough and sensual. "Show me how much you want me." Her breath caught the nape of the elder's neck as it flowed down, and Elsa shuddered as goosebumps enticed her upper chest.
Elsa raised a trembling hand, hovering, unsure. Her body ached, ached for- for contact- to touch- something. Ached for Anna. She barely registered how tense her back and core were. "I- I don't-" she blushed, though was pretty sure that at this point her color couldn't change much more, "how- know- don't know how," she rasped.
Anna smirked, and whispered "just touch me."
Elsa's breath hitched, and she placed her hands on Anna's rear- the very thing that had been used to tease her all night. Even through jeans she could tell how flawlessly smooth and satiny the skin would be to caress. She brought her fingertips lightly down the curve of Anna's backside, giving it a light, testing squeeze.
Anna gasped and bucked her hips forward. "Oh- yes- Elsa, just like that."
"Just- ah-" Anna had kissed Elsa's ear, it tingled a lot- "any- anywhere?"
Grinning, and speaking against the base of Elsa's ear, the girl confirmed "anywhere." She sat more upright, scratching lightly along the contour of the older girl's deltoid and down her defined biceps, and Elsa shivered.
"Ah- ye- yes, like that," came a breathy, gasped reply from Anna as Elsa's fingers made gentle contact with the flesh of her abdomen. Elsa could feel Anna shake beneath her touch.
It made her squirm in her spot.
Getting braver, Elsa rubbed her hands along the younger's currently arched spine, reveling in the silky-smooth flesh below and gasping when she crossed Anna's bra strap. She pressed her nails in and raked them back down, all the way to Anna's beltline and onto her backside. "Ahh- Elsa that feels- feels so- ah" Anna shivered and moaned in delight, bucking and arching hard enough to bring their bodies flush together as she fought for words.
"Ah- yes, Elsa," Anna managed through shallow breaths when slightly cold hands returned to her naval. It almost stung, but in a good way! "Hi-higher, higher," so the hands caressed upwards, along her stomach, teasing her ribcage. "Keep- please keep going."
And Elsa's heart jumped, her breath halting entirely when she felt the fabric of Anna's bra at her very perceptive fingertips. Anna shuddered, Elsa felt her skin standing on end and was acutely aware of the girl adjusting a little on top of her. "Play with them," she practically begged.
So Elsa did.
Faintly at first. Her touch to Anna's bra was shy. Very shy. But when the younger arched her back and gasped a raspy "more," Elsa was emboldened.
Anna's breasts were genuinely a perfect handful. Perky. And even through her underwear, Elsa could discern- much to her own arousal- that they were illustriously supple. As she kneaded them (similar to how she'd play with her own, but it was a little more… uh, manageable), Anna so began to gently rock back and forth and threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "God that-ha-hat feels so goo-hood, Elsa."
And Elsa could feel through Anna's remaining covering that her nipples were hardened, and that knowledge only served to send a jolt of fire-electricity-pleasure coursing through her body, scorching her blood from her hands to her core, rippling through her spine and culminating into a sensual groan splitting the lascivious air. It vibrated the mattress below.
"You like them?" Anna husked breathlessly; her hot core coming so close to Elsa's.
"Ungh-uh-huh," the elder felt herself groan, but her eyes were shut.
"Play with my nipples," came the carnal request- no, demand. Elsa felt like she was going to explode in the best way. And Anna cried out a loud, high tenor, electrifying "ahhng-hah-yes, Elsa!" As she continued grinding her now more-than-damp center on Elsa's hips, and the blonde could feel her own wetness slicking her thighs.
Then, she was pinned. Anna was God dammed strong. And it was incredible. "My turn to touch you," came the erotic groan in Elsa's now tingling ear, and she shuddered and all she could do was nod vigorously because what the Hell was anything else, anyway?
"Ah-Ahn-Anna," the pinned girl tried for between shallow breaths as warm fingers explored the receptive skin of her midriff, sending goosebumps all over her body.
And Elsa's eyes were slammed shut, and Anna was still rocking on top of her and talking, groaning, saying something, and Elsa was still writhing on the soft sheets, and Holy that kiss to the neck felt amazing. She gasped, arching her back, she smelled Anna's hair- faintly strawberry- and felt it tickle her now tingling and hot face, and she heard Anna whisper her name and nibble the sensitive nape of her neck and those hands were rising higher and "Ah! Ya-yes, Ah-Anna!"
"You like that, Elsa?" She only whispered, her breath was hot and spilled all over Elsa's clavicle and ear and caught her breath.
She nearly screamed, eyes rolling up in pleasure as the girl began to work Elsa's ample breasts- oh my that's so much better than when Elsa did that alone! Anna smirked at this, but Elsa didn't know because the hands were kneading her mounds and her hips were pressing ferociously upwards- into Anna's, which were all but steaming now- as she clasped the sheets for dear life because- and pardon her French, but- FUCK wasn't this how she was supposed to feel when being touched down there!?
Apparently not, because "Ahh- ANNAHAA-" she howled when the girl pinched her erect and heightened nipples. Her chest was clenching. Her back was arching. Every muscle was clamped now, with bolts of electric pleasure tearing viciously through just about every nerve in her body. "GOD Anna," she rasped as strongly as she could, still convulsing.
Elsa heaved for breath, sweat dribbling down her forehead and sides. It tickled. She rode out her high, her body acutely aware of everything touching it.
Anna's hands were gone. That was probably for the blonde's own good at this point. Her skin felt like it was on fire. "Did you- did you just…?"
Blushing deeply, the elder turned away in a vain attempt to conceal it. "S-sorry," she murmured, bringing her hands to hug around her waist. "I- I…" She tried to find her words. Her nearly white hair was loosened from its braid, cascading down her pillow and body in shimmering tresses, outfitting her with a heavenly glow. Her chest was still rising heavily, her breath still audible. Somehow, her freckles seemed more prominent in that moment. Maybe Anna's eyes were dilating to ingest as much of the divine beauty below her as possible, but in any case, it only served to make Elsa look- well she looked- and then she- she- she pouted! But, like, and an embarrassed pout, which Anna didn't even know was a thing!
No. nononono. Nope. Nuh-uh. That's not fair. It's not fair. Elsa is not allowed to switch from, illustrious, hot, mind-bendingly sexy right back to cute, adorable, bashful, shy, and every other freaking adjective in between!
It's just not fair!
But here she was, showing off her skills, looking anywhere but Anna with the most adorable tomato face, chewing her lip and just looking so ah! Cute! Anna nearly swooned!
Anna giggled, biting her own lip for good measure- not consciously, but at least it did serve to stifle her stupidly wide grin- and laid herself down upon Elsa. Clothed as they were still, the full body contact elicited a less than innocent response from the younger girl and she couldn't help but do this probably not smooth purr-shudder-hybrid thing. "Sorry for what, silly?"
"I- um-" and this time Anna could feel the flush in the older's body. Being on top of her and whatnot. "For-"
"For your own pleasure? Oh puh-lease, Elsa." Anna looked up and winked. "It was my pleasure." She ran her finger through some stray blonde hairs idly and shrugged her shoulders. "And besides, that's- um- that's kinda super hot."
A pause, then a tentative "but you- you didn't," and the tiny voice trailed off.
Anna raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready for that?"
Elsa turned away, bringing her demure shoulders to her ears and allowing her eyes to fall in what almost looked like shame. After all, she was very new at all this. She'd never even kissed anyone before Anna, let alone… this. Her only experience was the admittedly limited types of exploration she'd done on herself. "I- I don't- I guess I could-"
"Shh," the younger cut her off by cupping her cheek gently, redirecting her gaze to meet her eyes. In as soft-yet-serious of a tone as she could muster, she assured "we don't have to rush things, Elsa." She kissed her long and soft and was pretty sure she could feel Elsa's heart pounding through her now tepid lips. The elder cooed into the kiss. They broke away, and Anna continued, now running her thumb along a soft cheekbone, which the blonde leaned into. "We go at your pace. When you're ready, I'm ready. Okay?"
Elsa smiled, and it looked like she could cry. She nodded once. "Okay."
"Until then," Anna teased, "thinking about tonight will do nicely."
"Anna," Elsa's shocked voice chastised, slapping her lightly on the shoulder.
With a shrug, the younger quipped "What? A girl's got needs, ya know."
Elsa laughed quite a bit at this, clearly feeling more at ease now. Probably the full body contact also helped with that. But don't think that Anna didn't notice the other girl's body still moving a little in the faded ring of her afterglow. Because she did.
They eventually said their drawn-out goodnights. It was either really late or really early, depending on how you look at it. And Anna, ever the optimist, decided that it didn't matter, because either way it was flat out dark outside. They shared a not so chaste kiss as Elsa saw her crush-friend- aw, screw it, she thought; saw her girlfriend out. They were pretty impressed with themselves, the kiss only lasted like ten minutes.
Anyway, Anna clambered into her bed, replaying the delightful-in-so-many-ways night in her head over and over, and every time it brought a smile to her face. She could still faintly smell traces of lavender and a little bit of whatever that distinct Elsa scent was, but it filled her nose with elation and she loved every bit of it. And the melodic remnants of Elsa's voice purred through her ears as the room became blurry, and her mind began to wander.
The last thing to cross her mind before succumbing to an absolutely serene night (or morning, rather) of sleep was some wonderful union of two equally enigmatic concepts, not logically making sense yet, but just a notion. Like a dream she could touch but not quite hold.
Fuzzy.
The vague notions of Elsa and love.
Forever is what she decided to name the feelings that those thoughts made her feel.
A/N: Attention please, Attention please.
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