A/N: WARNING: NSFW. This chapter cements this fic's mature rating for sexual content.
Enjoy ;)
"You idiot!" Rapunzel smacked Anna's arm.
"Owe, hey!" The redhead rubbed the spot, fixing the older with a bemused glare.
Rapunzel rolled her eyes, emerald speckles fixed in seafoam irises sparkling under the bright light of the gently warming afternoon sun. The glint in her eyes reflected in the chirping of Springtime birds as they carried on their leisurely walk in a local park. It was relatively crowded, but nobody paid the two any mind, all wrapped up in their own concerns, noses staunchly in their personal business. Much like Anna and Rapunzel. Though they did hear the occasional muttering of a couple passing by or gleeful yelp from playing kids between the trees. "but seriously, spill. I want to know every. Last. detail!"
Anna bit her lip, smirking.
"I- I love you, Anna."
Anna took a sharp inhale, as if breathing in the words as they came out would make them even more real. She blinked her eyes not once, but twice in disbelief- or something- because her heart was pounding and the room was quiet and she couldn't quite decide if she wanted to hug Elsa so tightly that her ribs broke or cup her face and sob right into it. Or maybe suck her face.
So, her hands found a happy medium, one cupping the elder's warm, reddened, still-wet-with-former-tears cheek, and the other coming around the girl's lithe yet muscular shoulder. Trimmed shoulder. That's the word Anna was looking for. Well, would have been, if she was focusing on doing anything but hyperventilating.
"I- Elsa- I- I-" Most of her syllables were actually gasps here- "I- you- Elsa I love you too! I love you so, so much I- I can't even describe-"
Elsa made the first move. Elsa. Before Anna knew it, the elder had lunged forward, pressing her lips so aggressively against Anna's that she swore she heard their teeth clatter together. She was sure her lips were going to bruise, but who even cared? How could she when soft yet harsh, red lips began kneading on her own, hungrily searching, smearing a little saliva on the corners of Anna's mouth, making them feel cool to the air.
Passion derived from raw emotion.
The kiss drove forward and Anna leaned back, cocking her head for a better angle and catching herself by bringing a hand to the back of Elsa's head. She found anchor in the delightfully soft, glowing tresses, and she swore she heard- no felt?- a soft moan as she grabbed at Elsa's hair.
They broke from the kiss, panting heavily. Anna's stomach- okay, maybe a little lower than that- was buzzing. A familiar, delightful, anticipatory electricity. She wiggled her hips on the sheets, body searching for some- some closeness to something. Her desire only grew as she watched the significant rise and fall of Elsa's ample chest, her eyes trailing up to meet darkened blues.
And oh- oh that look.
Anna bit her lip, as if the growing heat between her legs would escape through her mouth if she didn't. Elsa, bathed in an ethereal aura, staring at her hungrily. Her hair seemed to glow under the moonlight, and her pale skin, though turning pink from the shoulders up, looked as smooth and inviting as ever and Anna wanted to- she wanted to lick it. She swallowed, though her mouth felt dry.
Then, she met Elsa's half lidded eyes.
They said everything, and Anna's heart stopped. Like, seriously, stopped.
The younger's breath hitched, echoing through the still, baited room when she heard Elsa's faint whisper. "Anna."
"Elsa," Anna parroted. The pause between them was sultry. She wanted to make the pivotal move, to lay her girlfriend down, to do to her again what she'd done two months ago, make her writhe in pleasure- but maybe a little farther south than last time.
But no. No no. No no no.
This was Elsa's song. Elsa had to step to the next beat, Elsa had to lead their carnal dance.
So, they shared a long moment of silence, gazing into one another's souls. The amory in Elsa's eyes spread into the air like a sultry miasma. It seemed to choke Anna, the shift in atmosphere somewhat unexpected but entirely welcome. Probably in part begotten by the jarring emotional rollercoaster the two had ridden that night, Anna mused somewhere in the recesses of her increasingly cloudy consciousness as Elsa almost predatorily prowled forth on her hands and knees.
Two lithe fingers pushed Anna down forcelessly, and she held her breath. The plushness and warmth of the sheets below, the cold bite of the air- it was all lost to her as the elder pressed her lips tenderly upon already parted, anticipating ones. Anna inhaled sharply through her nose, as if the kiss were a breath of new life. Elsa's luscious braid fell to and rested comfortably upon Anna's shoulder.
That life that Anna breathed in? It pooled low, humming through her tight stomach and settling in a nest of warmth in her core as Elsa continued to deepen the passionate kiss. Moving slowly- oh so slowly- deliberately, but hotly. Like she was savoring every taste, every motion, every lick, every nip- God it feels good when she nibbles there- Anna gasped. Glacial, but tepid; burning, sultry breath flowing down and scorching Anna's trembling shoulders red.
Then, Elsa pulled away from the kiss- only an inch or so- and the sound of two feeble exhales was the only noise in the room. She sat up, biting her lip and averting her gaze. The redhead's hips squirmed of their own accord, trying to find purchase, painfully aware that Elsa's core was sitting just above her own.
"I um- I think- I don't- what to- how to… do. It."
"Just, do what feels right," Anna breathed.
She could hear- no, she could feel the nervousness in the waves of Elsa's tiny voice. "Any- um- whatever? Anything?"
Anna's breath hitched, again. She had to choke down a bout of arousal before answering in a husky voice. "Anything."
Elsa nodded slightly. Even in the heavy darkness of the room, her blush was brilliant. It overtook her head and shoulders and- and GOD she was so freaking adorable and arousing as she looked down to Anna, chewing the corner of her lip still, and now toying with the tip of her braid.
Anna writhed a little in place because- well, because she just had to- to move, or- or something, okay!?
Silence and stillness befell like a momentary curse. Elsa clearly processing her next move, vying to get over her shy hurdle; while Anna's body tingled with baited anticipation.
Slowly, tentatively, the blonde leaned forward, and Anna could feel the heat gathering between both of their centers. "Elsa, we- we don't have to do anything, if you're not ready."
"No, I- I want to," she insisted, looming over the other girl and tracing her fingers lightly down the side of Anna's clothed ribcage and ultimately sending a rooted shudder from her chest to her toes. But, like, especially her chest.
She felt the padded material of her bra against her nipples, which hardened even as the finger etched its sultry path down her body, albeit obstructed by an infuriating but simple blue shirt. The finger, to Anna's near whimper, removed itself just before placating at her naval. "Oh," she gasped dumbly, finally catching up to Elsa's statement. "G-good."
To, uh, compliment her blue shirt, she wore pink pajama pants, littered with kittens- Jeez she must have looked like a walking eyesore. But! She had to throw something on before coming over, and she was in a rush, not to mention her mind was kinda sorta clogged by the globs of whatever emotional sludge she'd been wading in for several weeks, so- so it was okay! Plus, Elsa didn't seem to mind Anna's attire, or unbraided and largely unkempt hair billowing out from all sides of her, as if it was trying to consume the bed.
Elsa, on the other hand, looked stunning. Her hair was braided, as Anna noted before, and said plate was now dangling and tickling at the tips of Anna's breast and she really really wished that these stupid layers of clothing would just vanish! Right now!
Given that she was adorned in a relatively thin, lightly colored night shirt, Anna could certainly determine that Elsa wore a bra, much to her silent disapproval. She did have on silk pajama shorts, which lustfully left little to the imagination- her long, alabaster (and quite toned, might Anna add) legs on display as they straddled kitten-clad hips.
So yeah, Anna's mouth was a teeny bit dry. Especially with how the low light reflected from Elsa's nearly flawless skin. Like the ethereal beams from the moon had manifested their beauty in the dim arena of salaciousness surrounding her. Elsa was radiant. She found herself enraptured with tracing the muscular yet petite, curvaceous outline of Elsa's strong, sexy shoulders. This really only served to bring forth even more trembling in Anna's stomach.
Elsa leaned forth and pressed her lips upon Anna's. This time more fervently, their teeth nearly colliding and grinding more. And oh boy the thought of grinding Elsa in any capacity just brought all sorts of sensations into Anna's life.
The blonde's hands pressed down on either side for support- a cage of Elsa that Anna was thrilled to be in- and occasionally inadvertently tugged at Anna's stray tresses. But she didn't mind.
In fact, she kind of liked it.
The mildly chapped lips on her own reminded the younger that her lips were likely also dry, probably from all the crying and whining the two had been doing all evening. No matter. She parted her lips, wetly dragging her racy tongue against Elsa's mouth. This elicited an enthrallingly carnal moan that rumbled from deep within the elder's flushed neck and spilled sensually into Anna's open mouth as their tongues began to clash and dance.
Anna grabbed a fistful of hair behind Elsa's ear only to find the action mimicked by her counterpart. She gasped somewhere between tongue and lip contacts. "Pull it."
"Hmm?" Elsa was preoccupied with kissing her partner- her lover, Anna mused, the bubbly feeling it earned within her only serving to bolster the hot electricity that seemed to be building charge just below her tactile skin. The kisses, not as sloppy as before, remained endearingly amateur.
"Pull my hair," she practically begged as she rubbed her thighs together, beginning to notice a telltale wetness. The following snag resulting from Elsa's tentative tug caused Anna to cock her chin back and gasp. "Harder," she whispered.
"But I- what if I hurt you?" She was too adorable.
"Elsa," Anna assured, voice still breathy and dropping an octave lower than normal. "I want it to hurt a little." Her heart skipped a beat when the words fell from her mouth and the girl straddling her nodded.
"Oh- Ye- yes," she gasped, a sharp yet mild pain ripping from her scalp and sending a shockwave down her spine that swirled in a foreign yet titillating mixture of pain and pleasure. Anna arched her back and moaned as Elsa gave another yank, this time kissing her in tandem.
Emboldened by Anna's vocalization, Elsa shifted her hot, now wet, lips to the younger's sensitive ears. It was a scorching contact, yet made Anna shiver. "Agh," she gasped, head cocking back, exposing the thin, silk-smooth and vulnerable skin of her neck. Hands soothing down Elsa's sides, Anna could feel the prominence of her muscles as one arm worked to support her and the other continued to play with fiery locks of tangled hair.
"Oh God, Elsa," she rasped as caring teeth nipped subtly at her pounding pulse. The younger arched her back again, pressing their bodies together and she could feel that Elsa was just as aroused as her as the tattling, hardened peaks of her ample yet supple breasts made themselves known to Anna's own, more petite bust.
Elsa squeaked at the contact, stumbling momentarily with a gasp. "Oh, that- that-"
"That felt good, yeah?" Anna was still pressing their torsos flush, moaning as delicate fingers massaged down her body.
"Y-yeah," came the throaty retort as Elsa returned her lips to Anna's, her slightly minty yet humid breath splashing a heated, freckled face.
"God you make me so- you drive me so- Elsa," the redhead fought to gush. Smooth, Anna. Smooth.
But Elsa paused, pulling back slightly, and Anna nearly whimpered. That would have been truly embarrassing, she informed herself. Elsa's hands were stagnant at the hem of her lover's shirt, the warmth of her body swiftly replaced by cool air. Rife with uncertainty, she looked to Anna, then glanced downwards to the sliver of exposed abdomen, blue shirt having ridden up.
Propping herself up on her elbows, Anna grew serious. "Elsa, really, we- we don't have to- to do… uh- this, if you're not ready."
"No, no, it's- it's not that," she said, her voice then dropping to a whisper. "It's um- can- can I- can I take off your shirt?"
Anna bit her lip, cheeks and something farther south flushing. "Oh, please do," she purred.
Elsa, cautiously at first, began to lift the hem of the younger's shirt. When Anna simply raised her back to make the task easier, the blonde finished the job, struggling as the garment snagged on Anna's chin for a moment, eliciting a giggle from both girls. "And I thought I was smooth."
"Nope, I'm the smoothest," Elsa returned, taunting the shirt with two fingers before tossing it into oblivion, to whatever black hole clothing seemed to be sucked into when two people were in the throes of passion.
Smirking and admittedly getting more than a little pleasure as she watched Elsa's dilated eyes examining her body lustfully, Anna teased "excuse me, but you're not done."
"Huh?" Widened blues.
Anna bit her lip, hard, gesturing to her bra- seafoam green and simple, but it did, uh, accent her freckle dusted assets incredibly well. "I'm not naked yet."
Elsa held her ground. "I do think that should be fixed." And her words were low, and they made Anna's heart race.
Thus, another article was surrendered to the oblivion beyond the bed, and Anna found herself laying, bare back to sheets, bare chest on display for visual- and hopefully oral- perusing. "Play with them," she murmured, with as much of a sensual tone as she could muster. "I know you want to."
A finger came to trace the outline of Anna's exposed breast, and she gave a sharp inhale. Continuing its path, the offending digit teased around her chest, leaving a trail of singed skin in its wake. Anna writhed in desperation for more contact. "I think you want it more than me," the blonde teased.
"Yes," Anna nodded vigorously. She swallowed thickly. "Yes I do."
Elsa smirked, and Anna felt the pressure within concentrate even more. Her thighs slid easily against one another as she moved in place, her panties no longer sufficient in containing her arousal. Oh, the electric jolt Anna felt when Elsa suddenly started kneading her supple breasts made some unseemly, salacious noise rip from her chest.
She felt her nipple brush against the soft palm, felt it pressed in and manipulated. She felt the squeezing, the pressing, the pulling as Elsa worked her chest over. Probably, Anna determined in much the same way that Elsa plays with her own chest when pleasuring herself. She bucked her hips. She tasted her own dry mouth and glimpsed the other's cutely determined face.
"L-lick them, please," the pinned girl hissed lecherously. And Elsa obeyed, and honestly, Anna could really get used to giving out these requests. A timid but burning and soaking tongue just nicked the tip of her nipple, causing Anna to press her chest higher in search for more purchase with that mouth.
It was simple licking for a few moments, but Anna had to grip the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white when Elsa took her entire, rigid nipple into her mouth and sucked, pulling away and letting it plop back into place. "Oh! That! Ye-yeah!" Coherency was overrated, anyway.
Elsa continued various ministrations at Anna's chest, and soon enough, the throbbing between Anna's legs was painful, and she was sure Elsa could probably smell it, let alone feel the residual heat radiating like a plea from her core.
And Elsa's hands started moving lower, and Anna's stomach clenched.
They passed her belly button, and she had to hold her breath.
Her hands traced Anna's obliques (which were quite prominent on her lithe, petite body, much to Elsa's pleasure), and goosebumps erupted violently and chilled Anna to the bone, warring the two intensities of hot and cold within.
Then, the blonde's hand stopped. Hovering inches in front of right where Anna was ready to burst from. She could feel its presence there- so close. She arched her lower back, as if to inch herself towards the hand.
"Please," she begged, eyes closed, and was almost embarrassed by how desperate her voice sounded.
"I like it when you beg," Elsa murmured.
"Elsa," Anna gasped, looked down to meet the lewd, darkened look that had taken normally bright blue eyes. They looked like the depths of an ocean of desire. "I am begging you, please."
So, the elder slid her hand under Anna's waistband, who gasped audibly. "You're- you're very um…"
"I know," the redhead breathed, pressing herself into the touch. "I'm soaked." After a beat, she added "that's what you do to me."
Elsa bit her lip, looking a little proud of herself, and started rubbing. On nothing specific at first, but it earned a violent buck of ample hips anyway. "Keep- go- going," the younger pleaded, now gyrating her hips on tempo, and one finger pressed forward, sliding easily up Anna's slick slit.
"Elsa-ha- that feels so-ho good," the digit was now running up and down just inside her, coming direly close to her clit, then dragging itself dangerously close to entering her. As Elsa gained more confidence, her tempo and pressure picked up, Anna worked her body to remain in time- and pulling Elsa's hair, and grabbing the sheets as if they'd stop her from flying away.
"Anna, I- I want- um- to-"
Anna nodded desperately, not even bothering to open her eyes because feeling was all her brain had room for in that moment. "Just- yes ah- one- I want- one."
So, Elsa entered her with her middle finger and holy moly, Anna recoiled a little in pain! It did, over time, blend with and transition into insurmountable pleasure. An esoteric mixture of conflicting sensations that should have plucked her right from the throes of ecstasy, but only succeeded in making the electric need for release that much more dominating. It pulsed and ached in the best way, and the electric charge only built up as Elsa fell into a smooth rhythm.
"Yes!" was all Anna managed because this felt so much better than doing it herself, and she rode Elsa's hand for who cared how long because it was right and her need of release was so damned harsh right now that it stole her breath, words, and mind!
The finger was gone, and Anna whimpered, almost ready to cry, but then- oh Christ Elsa was moving down, planting a stinging kiss and- oh yes! She was licking her and it was sloppy and clumsy because she didn't know how but that's okay because neither did Anna and it felt so- so big! Elsa's slick, hot tongue painted and primed with the juices of Anna's arousal brushed against her clit and she bucked her hips and almost broke Elsa's teeth probably- but now the tongue was circling her nerves and "Oh YES! El- Elsa! Right- hng- ah- right- right THERE!" she screamed out as the exploring tongue rubbed against a particularly sweet spot near the upper left of Anna's desire swollen clit.
"That feels good?"
"Oh god- oh yes- oh- oh yeah!" Elsa kept licking and Anna's back was completely off the bed, searching the air, her stomach was tense and her body felt like it was about to implode- or- or explode! And her heart was racing- she could feel it- feel it pounding in her head, feel it throbbing in her core, and she was gasping for air because oxygen was so scarce and sweating- and- and "yes, yes- keep- keep-" so Elsa did, and Anna felt like she just got struck by lightning but- but a good lightning because-
"Agh! Els- ELS- ELSA-HAAA!" She shouted as every single freaking muscle in her body tensed and all that heat and- and pressure and electricity collided and exploded and imploded through her in a nearly viscous, animalistic shockwave of pleasure that left her ears ringing and a painful but somehow pleasant pulsing emanating from her saturated clit.
Her hips jerked a few more times as she rode out the end of her orgasm and let the afterglow wipe her mind and body clean of worries- just- just happiness here. But she uh- she kinda perhaps almost squished Elsa's head like a bug.
That would not have been happy.
"Now," Elsa said, laying down next to Anna and panting herself, "we're even."
Anna laughed heartily, though she was still struggling for air and unable to lay still. She stared at Elsa and just didn't care how stupid she looked with whatever lovestruck smile she had glued to her features. "Well then, I think we should get even more often, Queenie." She ensured that her inflection clearly indicated the fondness with which she used the new nickname, adding a wink for good measure.
Elsa seemed to like it, because she blushed and grinned. "That can be arranged, Feistypants."
Both shared a fit of bubbling giggles that just seemed to keep coming- which actually made them laughmore because the amount of laughing they were doing was just absurd and was honestly getting a little painful on their lungs and sides- but it was just too funny that they found this that funny, so they kept laughing!
For several minutes, in fact.
"I like it," Anna snuggled tightly against Elsa, resting her cheek on her spot - the place she'd deemed home more than two months ago. She reveled in the comfort, warmth, relief, love as they fit together like a puzzle piece and ugh she almost cried because she missed this so Goddammed much.
"What?"
"'Feistypants'. It makes me sound spunky."
"You are spunky," Elsa retorted with a playful poke to Anna's ribs, who just chortled. "And I like mine, too," the blonde softly added.
Anna hummed and laid her head back down. "And hey, about our conversation earlier" she whispered, feigning seriousness as she ran her fingers through Elsa's wispy bangs, who's warm (and somewhat wet still) hand soothed up and down her freckled arm. She waited until she had eye contact with Elsa, then she grinned. "Well I would walk five-hundred miles and I would walk eight-hundred-and-nineteen more!" She sung in an awful caricature of a Scottish accent and really pushed her luck fitting that many syllables in.
But Elsa just giggled, cutely raising hand to hide her mirth. "Just to be the gal who walked one-thousand-three-hundred-and-nineteen miles to fall down at your door," she finished, adapting the same dreadful accent and out-of-time polysyllabic run.
Chuckling, Anna cupped a normally alabaster- now pink- cheek with her hand, and whispered "I love you," Because, well, she can.
And no Earthy pleasure could feel as good as stating those three words.
Elsa cooed softly. "I love you, too."
"And no amount of miles will ever stop that."
"I really, really don't think you want every detail, Rapunzel."
But the older girl just smirked and poked a red spot leftover on Anna's neck. A hickey. Anna's first ever hickey. "Oh, I think I do."