Warning: rated M for sexual content

Chapter 10

The drive to Yellowstone National Park would have usually taken Kristoff less than an hour. But seeing as the roads were covered in snow and he was pulling the snowmobile in the trailer behind his dad's truck, it took them about an hour and a half to get there. Better safe than sorry.

"You have twenty-five thousand followers?!"

"Huh?"

"Thousand! Twenty-five thousand!"

"Are you on my instagram?"

"Are you, like, actually famous and never told me?"

Kristoff laughed at his girlfriend's exasperation, but just shrugged, "ESPN, Barstool Sports, even the NCAA, they all share our instagram handles whenever they report on us."

"That's insane!"

"If anything, that's on the low end. You should see some athletes from other schools. There's one dude on Duke's basketball team with like five-hundred thousand."

"Wow." Anna murmured as she continued to stare at her phone.

"I thought you didn't have an instagram." Kristoff's voice questioned.

"I may or may not have opened your page in a web browser." Anna mumbled.

Kristoff let out a bark of a laugh at her admittance, "And why would you do that?"

"I was...just curious…" Anna trailed off embarrassed.

"Curious if I had ever posted a picture of you?"

"No!" Her response came so quickly that Kristoff knew he had caught her.

"Hmm-hn."

Clearly, Kristoff was an active user of the popular app and he seemed to post at least once, if not twice a week to his feed. Between the promotional graphics the baseball team's media manager created, goofy candid photos with his friends and the random #ThrowbackThursday, Anna found multiple posts that were kind of...out of place. Clicking on one of the older ones, Anna stared at a beautiful sunset with something dark below it. When she turned up the brightness of her phone and zoomed in a little, she realized it was one of the top sections of the baseball field's bleachers. And rising above the darkness, only minutely, was a small triangle...or a person's knee, as if they were lying on their back on the bleachers.

Holy shit.

She checked the date just to confirm her suspicions-October 5, 2019. Anna knew Kristoff must have taken this picture the night they first talked after his scrimmage, but he hadn't posted it until after their first "date". Anna's stomach fluttered when she finally read his caption: 'The first step to getting what you want is knowing what you want'

The next photo that caught her eye was also from October and it was just a bunch of playing cards scattered on a table. Except they were Rapunzel's novelty cards with different reptiles on them. And Anna's hand was in the corner holding a nine of hearts. The caption read, 'Who knows where I can get a boat?' It didn't take long for Anna to recall their conversation in her kitchen from the night of the end of fall ball party. But to any other person on the internet it would just imply he was probably doing well in a card game and could use the earnings to buy something extravagant.

The last one Anna clicked on was far more obvious than any other one on Kristoff's feed. It looked like it could be posted on every college girls Pinterest board with how perfect it looked: a roaring fire surrounded in brick, a huge Christmas tree lit in the corner and a comfy leather chair. And from that chair, resting on the matching ottoman in front of it were feminine legs clad in green, red and white flannel and feet covered in thick wool socks. Kristoff must have snagged the picture of her from behind the chair when she wasn't paying attention. Warmth spread through Anna as she read the one word caption: 'Home'

Kristoff craned his neck to see what Anna was looking at, and then turned back to the road, "You told me you wanted to keep your personal life personal. So I didn't really think you'd want your picture blasted out to thousands of strangers."

She had said that months ago and hadn't given it a second thought since. But Kristoff? He took her words and her feelings and honored them from the beginning.

"You should know though, a looot of my followers are very curious to know who the mystery girl is."

Anna laughed and said, "Oh yeah? Looks like they think I'm your sister." after scrolling through some of the top comments.

"Any true Bjorgman fan knows I don't have a sister." Kristoff scoffed.

When they arrived at the hotel parking lot, Kristoff suggested they bundle up in the truck and head out to explore. Snow was falling at a leisurely rate and the sun was bright enough through the clouds that the views were perfect. But the forecast called for a big storm this evening and Kristoff didn't want to get caught in it if it arrived earlier.

Traveling by snowmobile was Anna's new favorite mode of transportation.

"I had to take an online course to get certified so we don't have to hire a guide."

She had always loved the snow, but growing up in southern California did not give her the best opportunities to enjoy it. And Yellowstone snow was a lot different than Big Bear Mountain snow. The best part were the helmets with intercommunications in them. So Anna could hear Kristoff describing all the sights they were seeing loud and clear while still keeping her head warm. Well, actually, the best part was seeing a herd of bison near the lake. Anna actually squealed when she saw them. And then quickly apologized to Kristoff for rupturing his ear drums. But they were beautiful! So majestic and fuzzy!

"The babies!" Anna cooed. Kristoff made sure to keep the allotted distance from them just to be safe. You definitely didn't want to be on the receiving end of those horns.

The pair traveled near Highway 191 and hit as many geysers as they could before dinner. The big show being Old Faithful, of course. Anna was ecstatic to cross it off her bucket list, even if they did have to wait forty-five minutes to see it erupt. As the sun started to dip, Kristoff turned them back to the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel where they had a reservation for dinner. The dining room was simple but so classic. And the food was amazing! Anna couldn't bring herself to order the bison tenderloin after seeing how cute they were in person, but the elk sliders were the best she had ever had. (It was easy to be the best when they were the only ones she had ever had). After the couple shared a Yellowstone Sundae it was time to turn in. Instead of staying in the traditional hotel, Kristoff had opted for the more secluded cabins. Anna was glad to finally make it inside as the storm that was forecasted was really starting to hit. The temperature was already 10° and it was only getting colder. It was supposed to be a short one, predicted to be passed by noon the next day but wow was it coming down. Walking into their cabin, Anna was grateful for the blast of heat that met her.

She took her time to unbundle and admired the old fashioned room. It was pretty dated...but that gave it charm. Hell, this was the first National Park in America! Hardwood covered the floor and led Anna's eyes to the queen size bed in the center of the room. Anna admired the wood bed frame and the traditional American Indian designed quilt on top. There was only one bedside table with a lone digital clock on it. Above the bed were vintage wall lamps for each side and between them was an 11x14 matte picture. It was a vintage black and white photo of Teddy Rosevelt from his 1903 visit to the park (or so the inscription below it said). Across from the bed stood a matching wood desk and chair with a large mirror above it. And finally, to Anna's left was the door to the bathroom. In it, a simple floating sink, a toilet and a clawfoot tub.

It was Coco Chanel who said, "Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance."

Seeing the tub reminded Anna that she was still fairly cold. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" she looked over her shoulder to Kristoff who was opening up his overnight bag.

"Go for it. It might take a second for the water to heat up but don't worry, it will."

It didn't take too long for the bathroom to fill with steam and the chill from outside was long forgotten. Doing her best to keep her hair out of the stream, Anna relaxed into the hot water. She couldn't help but reflect on these past few days with Kristoff and his family. They were honestly the happiest she had been since her parents had died...

...So why wouldn't her brain trigger an existential crisis right about now? Fucking hell. The first overnight trip with her first boyfriend since him? Yes! That seemed like the perfect fucking time for her mind to turn on her. All previous happy thoughts were pushed to the recesses of her mind and every insecurity shot to the front. Why is she different from every other girl he's been with? Why would he treat her this way? Why would she deserve this? More angry at herself for having these thoughts than distraught over the potential answers, Anna scrubbed the soap down her legs. She deserved to be happy damn it! And if Kristoff made her happy then she would embrace it!

Enough of this bullshit.

She was well aware there were deeper seeded issues going on in her head that deserved their own professional attention but that was a topic for another day. Right now, she had the hottest guy she had ever seen waiting for her in the other room. Even if Anna wasn't already actively pushing the dark thoughts from her mind, the look Kristoff gave her when she exited the bathroom did the trick. He had been lying at the end of the bed, with his feet still on the ground when he heard the bathroom door open. Sitting up, he had planned to tease Anna about if there was any hot water left but the sight of her in her tiny, gray sleep shorts and his faded emerald Living Rock High School Baseball shirt made his throat go dry.

"And where did you get that shirt?" His voice was desperately hoarse but he couldn't find the power to care.

"I may have snooped through your room the other day while you were out with your dad." Anna grabbed the hem of it as her bright eyes sparkled with mischief.

"It never looked better."

Slowly moving to stand in the space between his legs, Anna combed her fingers through his long blonde hair, tilting his head back. The two just stood there, staring at each other while their hearts continued to speed up. When Anna scraped her nails on his scalp, Kristoff closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Using his long locks to hold him in place, Anna leaned down and sealed her lips to his.

Of course Anna was aware of the implication of them sharing a room tonight. Their sexual chemistry was painfully obvious but they had yet to take the step of 'spending the night' together. Another reason Anna wanted to jump in the shower. She couldn't be smelling like a wild bison while sharing a bed with her smoke show of a boyfriend. And maybe she trimmed up a little…ya know, just in case.

Keeping her lips sealed to his, Anna shifted her legs to straddle Kristoff's waist. His hands eagerly met her hips and held her in place in his lap. Deepening the kiss, Anna's teeth nibbled on his lower lip while her body pushed down on his. It wasn't long before she felt the tale tell stiffening below her. Butterflies bloomed in her stomach just from the anticipation of what was to come. Pushing down further, Anna moved her hips in a tiny circle. This action elicited a throaty moan from the man below her which then shot flames down all her nerve endings, begging for more friction-a very vicious cycle.

In a swift motion, Kristoff wrapped an arm around Anna's waist and flipped their positions. She was pinned to the bed, his body securing her in place. Now that they were no longer in his parents' house, there was nothing stopping them from what was next. Feeling all of Kristoff's body pressed above her brought Anna's skin to life; goosebumps burst across all of her exposed flesh and heat ran up her neck to blush her face. Wanting to feel more of him, Anna spread her legs to cradle Kristoff between them. Her right leg curled around his thigh, trying to pull him even closer. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt in search of skin. Pushing the cotton up, her fingers roamed across the warm flesh of his back. The muscles were flexed nicely as he was working to keep most of his weight off of her. Her hands moved quickly, trying to memorize every inch of him. When she moved to his front, the pressure in her stomach increased. The ripples of his muscles, his smooth skin stretching across them. She wanted more. Before her brain could process, Anna's hands were ripping Kristoff's shirt up and over his head. Trying to help her efforts, Kristoff reached up behind his neck to grab the back of his collar. Having to break their kiss as his shirt blocked them, Anna took the opportunity to oggle her boyfriend. God he was gorgeous. Running her hand up his chest, through his rugged chest hair and around his neck, Anna pulled him back down to meet her lips again. Her mind was a blur. All of her senses were totally consumed by him. But still, she wanted more.

Keeping one hand around Kristoff's neck, Anna's other hand traveled down his front to his pants. The band of his boxers was peaking out of his jeans, giving Anna the opportunity to slide her thumb into them, teasing him with her light touch. His hardened length was now painfully obvious as he pushed his hips into hers more. Unable to wait any longer, Anna moved to the button of his jeans, quickly undoing it and pulled down his zipper.

"Wait, Anna wait-" In a flash, Kristoff was gone. Well not gone gone but now he was standing, completely removed from her and the bed.

Never a good sign when you unbutton your boyfriend's pants...

"I just, before-" Kristoff stopped to take in a deep breath. "Before I met you I was just floating through the times between baseball. It was the only thing that mattered and everything else was just a means to an end. And girls helped fill that time with a little more...entertainment. But I never really cared. Even with the relationships I found myself in, they seemed easy and low maintenance but the second they became work I bailed. Even the reputation that seemed to circulate around me didn't affect my game so I didn't care what anyone said.

"But then you walked out of the practice facilities and...everything just changed." He paused and just stared at her. Propped up on her elbows, hair tousled, lips swollen. God she was fucking beautiful. Moving back to the bed, Kristoff kneeled at the end and crawled closer to her.

"There's this tree in the woods behind my parent's house. In the fall, just when the air starts to get a bite to it, the leaves would start changing. It always started slow but then, one day, it would look like the entire thing was on fire. It was just a tree but it gave me this feeling, like I was so small in a universe that could create such a beautiful thing. When I look at you, I get that same feeling. Every fiber of your being was perfectly crafted. Every arch and dip and freckle, exactly where it should be. And no matter how much time I spend with you, I still can't believe you're real. I've read love stories and seen movies but none of those really get it right. It's like this thing in my chest that aches in the best way and it makes my arms and legs so warm. And then I look at you, and it feels like home.

"I am so stupidly in love with you and I just had to say it before it killed me." He had returned to his previous position hovering over her. Staring down at her, he could see the tears streaming past her temples and into her splayed out hair but he didn't comment on them. He just used the pad of his thumb to brush the fresh ones away. Staring up into Kristoff's bright hazel eyes, trying to hold back the tears, Anna choked out, "I've experienced a lot of bad in my life but you are so impossibly good. I have felt broken for a very long time. But you make me feel like I could be whole again one day."

It wasn't 'I love you too'. Anna knew that. Kristoff had to know that. Anna had seen plenty of romantic dramas where when the other person didn't say it back, it ruined everything. Anna never understood that. If you really were in love, how could you just walk away if the other person wasn't ready yet? Anticipating the worst, Anna's chest released as Kristoff's boyish grin returned to his face. Just seeing that told Anna it would all be ok. Giving a watery smile of her own, Anna reached up to hug him. As she pressed her face into the stubbled of his jaw, Anna felt Kristoff's large hand reach under her shirt to press her tighter to him. As he reached higher, her skin tingled at the soft brushes of his fingertips. She had forwent wearing a bra and God was she happy with her choice, "Your skin is so soft." Kristoff mumbled into her neck as his fingers drew lazy circles down her spin.

Suddenly feeling far too hot in even her minimal clothing, Anna grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, "I moisturize." Being exposed to Kristoff for the first time didn't bother Anna. Specifically because of the look on his face. Leaning back on the bed, she watched him watch her. His eyes were dark and moved across her entire body but then stopped on her face. "Fuck. You're perfect." Anna's chest expanded at his words, "Shut up and kiss me."

In an instant, his body was covering her again, his eager mouth sealing to hers. And the skin to skin contact felt so delicious. His tuft of chest hair tickling her peaks, his hands brushing down their sides. She couldn't help her eyes closing as her mind blocked out everything else but the feel of Kristoff's lips traveling down her neck to her collar bone. An involuntary humm left Anna's lips at the sensations her body was feeling. That he was making her feel. His mouth traveled even lower and the humm turned into an audible exhale of content. His tongue swirled over her sensitive flesh while his thumb traced the underside of her other breast. When he took her nipple between his tongue and top teeth, Anna's back arched into him and she had to bite her lip to (poorly) contain her moan. Kristoff continued to tease her mounds for what felt like both an eternity and not long enough. His hands never stopped caressing her-her ribs, her hips, her legs. They were so rough and warm, she wanted them to touch every inch of her.

In the back of her mind, she subconsciously knew Kristoff was going lower...and lower. And now, most of his body was off the end of the bed while he continued to bite and kiss a trail down her flat stomach. When his teeth sunk into her hip bone, Anna couldn't stop them from coming off the bed to meet him. And at that action, Kristoff's wandering hands stilled on her waist. Anna took the chance to open her eyes and look down towards him. He never looked better. His hair was ruffled from her hands pulling at it, his lips were swollen from their journey down her body and his eyes-Jesus-the pupils were so blown out that they looked black. When he raised that damn eyebrow and slightly nodded down at her hips, she knew what he was asking. And without removing her eyes from his, Anna gave the slightest nod of consent. Anna couldn't help her cheeks flushing in self-consciousness. She had never had a guy down there before. Hans was good with his hands but had never initiated anything like this. And she was never bold enough to suggest it. All thoughts of her previous sexual encounters quickly flew out of her mind as Kristoff's hands gripped the waistband of her shorts. She knew they were damp, her body reacted to Kristoff very well.

He was now standing at the end of the bed, dragging her shorts down her legs. He left her black, lacy thong in place and Anna was glad. Somehow she felt like they were starting slow. Except she was mostly naked on a hotel bed with her boyfriend so maybe slow wasn't the right word…

His entire torso was tightening with each breath he took. It made Anna want to reach out and run her tongue all the way down his stomach but the anticipation of what was to come froze her to the mattress. As he stood above her, eyes roaming all over her, Anna's hand came to her breasts to delicately cover them. The longer he stared the more exposed she felt.

"God I love you." Kristoff mumbled as if astonished by the sight of her. Just those few words affirmed Anna and dashed away any insecurity that was niggling at the edge of her mind. A blush covered her chest and face and Anna turned her head into the mattress. Again, Kristoff did not seem fazed by her lack of response. Instead, he started to bend down but stopped before he reached the ground. Wrapping his hands around each of her hips, Kristoff easily slid Anna down farther to the end of the bed. When her head whipped back to look at him, he was on his knees between her legs, smirking. One of Anna's legs dangled off of the end of the bed while the other was bent, foot planted on the mattress.

Kristoff's hands were on her again, starting at her ankles, drawing feather-light patterns all over her skin. The teasing sensation was driving Anna wild, especially now in their new position. As his hands made their way higher, Kristoff's mouth found her inner thigh, kissing, nibbling, beard scratching. His right hand finally reached Anna's bikini line but still stayed out of reach of her undergarments. His index finger traced the outline of the hem at the crease of her thigh and-shit-how could it feel this good without him actually touchingher there. Anna's moan was a mix between utter pleasure and frustrated anticipation. When Kristoff's finger finally made contact with her underwear, Anna sighed out a 'yes'. But she was unsure if the word was in her mind or if she actually said it out loud. But who gave a shit. Kristoff's index and middle finger started at the top of her panties and made a slow pass down, spread out to follow the hem around Anna's more sensitive area.

She swore to God, she was about to rip the damn things off if he didn't. Maybe she said that out loud too because in the next moment, Kristoff's thumbs hooked into the side of her panties and pulled them down her legs. His mouth continued to kiss her thigh but Anna felt the minute movements closer to where she wanted him the most. He placed one last kiss on the crease before Anna felt his hot breath on her core. With her right foot still planted on the bed, Anna's left lifted up to place her leg over his shoulder, the small gesture silently telling him to go. His tongue had covered every inch of her so she shouldn't have been surprised when she finally felt it there, but holy shit it was like a lightning bolt went off behind her eyes. Kristoff's left arm wrapped around her bent leg, giving him leverage, while his right hand was occupied by tracing every detail of her folds. His tongue was focused only on her bundle of nerves-slow wide strokes, a gentle flick with the tip, tight circles-and just when she thought she knew what he was doing, he would change it. Anna was no longer in control of what was coming out of her mouth, sighs or moans or even curses, she would never know. But, fuck, she never imagined anything could feel this good.

Until he slipped his fingers inside of her.

Anna's back arched off the bed so quickly she barely had time to grip the sheets for support. Kristoff's two fingers moved delicately inside of her, stroking in just the right way. She could feel something inside of her building and building with every curl of his digits. She never wanted it to end but she also wanted to fall so badly. Sensing her body's reaction, Kristoff's tongue increased its speed and pressure.

If before was a bolt, this was a full blown lightning storm building inside of her.

And then everything snapped into place and fireworks shot off behind Anna's eyelid. Every muscle in her body tightened and ragged moans fell from her lips. Knowing exactly what her body needed, Kristoff lightened his motions as he helped her ride through her climax. When Anna was finally limp on the bed, Kristoff kept his feet on the ground but leaned over her, hands on both sides of her shoulders. Her eyes remained shut and she felt a relaxed smile on her lips.

"God, you're good at that." Anna sighed out, unmoving.

She heard Kristoff snort, "You looked like you were enjoying it."

"Yeah?" Anna opened one eye now, insecurity ready to take hold of her.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Kristoff answered, his voice low and husky. Anna's eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, asking a silent question. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen, falling apart for me? Yeah." Kristoff gave her his cockiest grin before she wrapped her hand around his neck to pull him down to her.

"Ready for bed?" Kristoff asked when they parted shortly after.

The thought of sleep was the furthest thing from Anna's mind, "We have some unfinished business Bjorgman." She stated, pushing him back to his standing position, with her now sitting at the end of the bed. His jeans were unbuttoned from earlier but still sat loosely on his hips. His black boxer briefs could be seen through the opening of the denim and Anna was very aware of his excitement.

She reached over the side of the bed where her small duffle bag sat. Unzipping the side pocket, Anna grabbed something and came back to her previous position. Without a word, she pushed the small item into Kristoff's waistband with one hand while the other stroked him through his underwear.

Just the feeling of her hand on his hardened member made Kristoff's head roll back and forget everything he was thinking. Anna managed to push his jeans off his hips and to his thighs while her mouth explored the dips and curves of his abdomen.

Kristoff momentarily regained the function of his brain to realize just exactly what was poking him in his waistband. Bringing his hand up to grab the object, he was met with a small, foil square. Looking from the condom in his hand down to Anna-resting her chin on his stomach, looking back at him with pure adoration-Kristoff had to pause, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"More than anything."

AN: my plan was to combine this chapter and the next but it was just too long and wasn't working. Hope you enjoyed it!