When Hans asked her to go somewhere more private for a midnight stroll, the secluded part of the forest was the last thing on her mind. They wanted to have some time for themselves, before their big day in a few weeks, and where else was better than the Enchanted Forest? Once the night fell, the couple finally had some time for themselves, but what seemed to be a romantic date turned into a small fight, especially when Hans learned that his fiancee was in a bad mood.

"Are you not gonna tell me about what's bothering you?"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "It's nothing."

Letting out a sigh, the Admiral stood before her, holding both of her arms. "Really?" He murmured lowly. "What can I do to make you feel better, then?"

The former queen looked up, blue eyes gazed into his emerald ones, which held something like desire. She admitted, only he could calm her down and made her feel things at the same time. He cupped her cheek, cradling her head gently, before leaning in to whisper to her ear.

"We're all alone, after all, Kaere," he said. "Just say the words and I'll do it. Let the moon and the stars be the witness."

Elsa gulped, but she didn't dare look back. If she wanted to be honest, the thought of doing things out in the open stirred something inside her. She could feel the warmth residing in her lower abdomen at their close proximity, and it nestled between her legs. Oh no, the things Hans can do to her.

"So?"

The question was somehow ignored, when Elsa felt like they were being watched from the shadows. She looked around, but with only the moonlight as the source of light, it was impossible to make sure that they were all alone.

"What is it?"

"Are you sure we're the only one here?" He raised a brow. "This is the secluded part of the forest, of course we are."

The blonde decided to let it pass, focused on her fiance. "Fine. Just kiss me."

Hans captured her lips with his, kissing her passionately. But unlike those kisses they shared in public, this one was more needy with want. He pushed her carefully, so she was up against a tree, not breaking the kiss. Sucking on her lower lip, he could feel her gasp, and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and explored the cavity. His grip on her waist was firm, and Elsa wounded her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Face flushed and hot, Hans still didn't know what troubled her, but he knew what her body wanted.

She was warm and inviting, this very much he knew. Clad in a simple purple dress coated with her own icy power, Hans knew for whom she exposed her cleavage, and it was enough to give him a sense of pride. She was his as much as he was hers. He pulled away, earning himself a breathless whimper.

"Elsa." It was all he said before he resumed his exploration on her jaw, mapping her skin as if it was a new territory.

Elsa knew she shouldn't cave in that easily, yet there she was, being pinned against the tree with her eyes closed, as her lover's kisses trailed down her neck. Feeling his teeth grazing over the skin of her collarbone, before giving a little nip, she let out a gasp.

"H-hans!" Her fingers ran through his auburn hair, giving a little tug as the pleasure increased. "W-we can't. Not h-oh!"

Hans chuckled, before withdrawing and taking a good look at his fiancée. Her blonde hair, glowing under the pale moonlight, was now messy from both the slight humidity and his hand undoing the braid. Still with her eyes closed, she was panting, chest rising and falling with every breath, the neckline of her off shoulder dress hanging dangerously low. She is gorgeous, he thought, and irresistible.

Leaning in, he grazed the tip of his pointed nose right below her ear, while whispering huskily, "Why not?"

"We're out in the open—Hans!"

Elsa let out another gasp when he pressed a kiss on that certain spot, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his hands roaming, caressing every inch of her clothed body, not once did he remove his mouth from her. Her knees weakened, but his grip on her waist was firm, putting her in place.

Another hand slid upwards and rested on the swell of her clothed breast, kneading through the icy materials, and the pulsing ache between her legs intensified. She was a moaning mess, tugging on his hair down so he was eye level with her other breast. With ease, he pulled the upper part of the dress down, exposing her chest into the night air. He leaned in to capture a nipple with his mouth, sucking gently, while his right hand gave an equal attention to the other, tugging and pulling on the pebbled peak.

"Please."

Her back arched, as she whimpered. Unconsciously, the former queen thrusted her hips and felt the slight bulge in his pants, earning herself a groan. Sensing his fiancee's desperation, Hans trailed his kisses lower, over her clothed belly, until he was on his knees. He looked up, emerald eyes caught her blue ones, as if asking for permission.

"Hans,"

The gentle whisper was enough to tell her what she wanted. It wasn't their first time, taking intimacy on a whole new level, and Hans had always been understanding, listening to her needs. Truly, they were connected to each other's mind, body, and soul.

Gentle hands moved to slide her dress up, so the fabric pooled around her torso. Elsa was thankful she decided to ditch her usual attire, that included a pair of leggings, and was sticking to a simple off shoulder dress (although she did purposefully lower the neckline, for his eyes only). She took a sharp breath, the moment her fiancé pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another just an inch above the former, then another. The heat was building up and she waited with anticipation, until—oh!

Hans kissed her through her knickers, now wet with her want. He chuckled, knowing that it was all his doing. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, and he could feel his pants getting tighter. But he could wait, for his main focus was to tend to his lover's needs. Pulling her knickers down, he then carelessly threw it on the ground beside them. One hand placed her leg over his shoulder, while the other was teasing her, rubbing the skin of her thigh, constantly avoiding her centre.

"Please," it sounded needy, and oh how ashamed she was being this helpless.

"Tell me, Kaere," he said, nuzzling her hip, in which the gesture made her back arched, "what do you want, love?"

"Your mou—oh!"

Before Elsa could finish her sentence, she felt his mouth against her core. His tongue expertly slid along her folds, before he gently sucked her nub. Her hand flew to her mouth, trying to deafen the sounds coming out of her mouth, while the other was fisting his hair. They might have chosen their spot far away from the camp, yet she didn't want to take a risk of being caught in the open with Hans between her legs. Besides, she was still unsure that nobody was around.

She rolled her hips, as his tongue explored the unknown, the places she didn't know existed until she got to know his touch. And once she had a taste, she craved for more. The feeling of his sideburns rubbing her skin as she rode his mouth made her toes curled. He moved his tongue to the side, and she bucked her hips, settling into a rhythm with him. She could feel his hand move to join his tongue, two digits slipped into her slick entrance with ease.

Her blue eyes fluttered close, and her grip tightened, as she drew him even closer. The Snow Queen felt so vulnerable, being completely at the former prince's mercy. Removing her hand from her mouth to toy with her bare breast, Elsa allowed herself to be vocal, gasping out his name as if she knew no other words.

There was no denying the effect his skilled tongue had on her, and she couldn't help but think of the possibility that Hans might have done that to another woman, no matter how many times he told her he hadn't. Not that she didn't trust him, but such a good skill couldn't be learned overnight. The way those women stared at her man, when they visited Arendelle Plaza, only reminded her of the reason why she had been in a bad mood. Jealousy resurged through her, along with the possessive thoughts that the Admiral was hers and hers alone. Digging her nails into his skull, Elsa tried to draw him closer, feeling his short pants against her skin. That was when his fingers curled to stroke that pressure point. She cried out, throwing her head back against the trunk.

Elsa moaned, "Don't, ah-stop!"

The Admiral didn't plan to. Every whisper, every sound she made as he pleasured her, only encouraged him to satisfy her needs. He moved his fingers in and out, feeling her walls clenched around his digits. She was so tight, and the thought of him filling her up with his member later tonight excited him.

When it came to her, Hans knew exactly where to touch, the way she wanted it, the pace to set up, yet her eagerness and enthusiasm never ceased to amaze him. He went along with her games, and so did she. It was almost like their first time all over again, finding surprises in every inch of her body.

Out of blue, the rustlings from the bushes not far from them caught her attention. Her blue eyes were wide open, and she was alert with the nature surrounding them.

"W-wait!" Breathlessly, Elsa tried to slow him down, and pried him off her. "I think someone is here." She tried to pull her dress up to cover her breasts, feeling self conscious.

Hans furrowed his brows, mouth coated with her juices. The rustling didn't stop, and he began to realise what happened. When he turned to the bushes, he could make out a shadow moving under the moonlight. The next thing they knew, a reindeer emerged from the darkness, taking them by surprise. But there was definitely something like a relief, for nobody was in sight.

"It's just a reindeer, Elsa." He held her hand, giving it a little squeeze. "It will do no harm."

As if nothing happened, he pressed kisses along her inner thigh, and once again, her hand fisted his auburn locks. When her hips bucked, Hans knew he had done the right thing.

"Two-hah, reindeers." She murmured, trying to contain her moan, but failing miserably.

Her blue eyes fluttered close, feeling the waves of pleasure come approaching. Hans continued his ministrations, never once did he stop to catch a breath. He feasted on her as if she was his last meal, bringing her even closer to the edge.

"Oh, Hans!"

The Admiral smirked. His tongue explored her, moving side to side along her folds, until he settled on the small nub just above the bone.

"Let them watch." He murmured to her skin, sending vibrations to her core.

Elsa dug her heel into his back, pulling him closer. Her toes curled at the feeling of having some eyes on her, and she couldn't help but picture if those eyes belonged to those Arendellian women, eyeing her with envy as her man ate her—The Snow Queen out. Her chest swelled with pride, and also love for her soon to be husband. Mine.

But soon those thoughts were long forgotten, as the pleasure intensified. Hans bit gently on the sensitive bud, moving his fingers faster. He curled his fingers to touch that certain spot, and she came. Her legs were shaking as she saw stars, crying out his name, breaking the serenity. Rolling her hips in a steady rhythm with his mouth, the blonde rode through her blissful peak. Elsa was panting, trying to catch her breath as she came down from the high. She tried to stand, only to have her knees wobble. Hans was quick to catch her in his arms, chuckling as he pulled her to sit on the ground next to him.

"That was..." she smiled, nuzzling the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her own arousal from him licking her clean.

"Wonderful?"

"It's an understatement." She looked up, before moving to straddle him. Feeling her sensitive core pressed against his bulge, Elsa winched, digging her nails into his shoulders. Her vision was clouded with lust, as it was her turn to murmur close to his ear, "I think it's time for round two."

Surely, they still had a long night ahead of them.