CHAPTER WARNINGS: roleplay, making out, ass grabbing, trampling, high heel fetish, through-the-clothes orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

Now that they had established a new game was beginning, the excitable ginger was tearing through her closet to create an 80s look with what she had. Which was plenty; it was her favourite decade, after all – even moreso now that she had visited it in person. She had a black faux-leather miniskirt that she seldom wore, and found a tight red top that went with it fairly well. There were fishnets from some Halloween or other she could add.

As she hastily undid her braids and put her hair up in a side ponytail, she thought about how different Elsa seemed now. A good-different; she was completely at peace with their relationship being unconventional, whereas she never had been before. That was great, right? Now she just needed to figure out why – but she wasn't going to let that spoil tonight. All in due time. For the moment, she focused on laying on make-up so thick that it made her look a little like a 'pro'. But that was the look back in the 80s, right? Really paint it on like you were trying to create a whole new face.

A Tori-face.

The shoes were still in Elsa's closet, but when she pushed open the door to fetch them she discovered her mother had been kind enough to leave them outside Anna's door. So thoughtful. It meant that when Anna saw Elsa for the first time, standing in the living room, they were both completely made up to resemble how they had first met as potential lovers, not as family.

And wow she looked different. A good different. A different that had heat and memories shooting through her because Elsa was dressed to the fucking nines. Not only did the cutoffs and pink crop top still look spectacular on her figure, but her hair was fluffed up, styled as it had been during the dance. It wasn't permed, and it wouldn't last, but as a temporary measure it was perfect. And that was without the bright red lipstick and heavy mascara. She looked really…

Hot. The word was "hot" – of the smoking variety.

It seemed that Anna had given her the same reaction, too. Elsa sat on the couch, arms limp at her side as she stared, wide-eyed. Her eyes roved up and down, lingering just a little longer than considered proper at Anna's chest.

"Hey, Baines," Anna tried, knowing it probably sounded ridiculous. But she wanted to try this for Elsa's sake; put her at ease. All aspects of their relationship staying to their own lanes. Not that she would keep pushing to go past kissing if Elsa stopped her cold, but who knew? Maybe this would let her get there all on her own.

"Hey, Tori," Elsa replied, pursing her lips to prevent her smile from turning into a shyly bemused grin. "You look rad."

"And you look totally awesome." Her eyes zoomed to Elsa's thighs again, which were a little thicker than in 1985 but she found that didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact, she was a little into it. "Like my shoes?"

Biting one of her painted lips, Elsa gazed down Anna's calves to the hot pink heels. A sound like a strangled whine made it through her throat, but she cut it off as quickly as she could.

"Really? Wow, that's one reaction to have, I guess." The teasing kind of came naturally to her now that she was in another skin. Now she was Tori, and not just herself, not her mother's daughter for the night. "Want me to step on you with these?"

There came a brief gagging noise of shock. Then Elsa pretended to scoff. "No way, barf me out! D-don't be so freaky."

"Okay, fine," Anna giggled, leaving that one alone for now as she sat next to Elsa. "Do you want some… dinner? Maybe a pizza? I think I can get my mom to loan us money for it."

"Nah I'm not really hungry," came the reply. Anna pursed her lips, leaning forward. "That's cool though. Your mom sounds amazing."

"You have no idea," Anna murmured, watching with delight as Elsa's breath came a little shallower and her face heated up. "But it's too bad you're not hungry."

"O-oh? Why's that?"

The question made Anna's smirk turn positively lecherous. "Because I'm famished."

And then she swung a leg over Elsa's lap, seating herself firmly before kissing her with as much strength as she could muster. Elsa threw herself into he contact, and Anna almost had to pull back because it was so much. Apparently, this had been all it would take to unleash Elsa's inner sexual beast. She wasn't out of control, but she was finally pressing her hands into Anna's back as they made out, giving herself over to the tastes and sensations. Imagining herself back in 1985, with the first girl she'd ever loved. Maybe the only girl.

After a while, when they had been grinding and kissing and resisting anything more, Elsa pulled back and gazed up into her eyes. "You… are either some kind of siren, or a devil. I'm not really sure."

"What's that, Elsa?" she teased. "You sounded like an old person just now."

"What I meant was… Tori, you skank," she laughed, and they both grinned and pressed their foreheads together. "Mmm… how did I get so lucky to have the raddest, baddest girl in Dell Valley on my lap?"

Anna resisted the temptation to say 'You made me' and instead whispered, "Fate intervened. We might have been separated by time and space if it didn't. But look: we get to hang out with each other."

"We do." A light kiss on her lips. "Mm, so sweet… but what about your girl back home?" It was an honest question, slipped in with the playing.

"Well… we talked about it, and I think she's okay with me exploring a little." She felt slightly guilty; she needed to discuss this with Punz again, and explain it was still happening. But at least they hadn't not talked about it. "As long as I always come back to her, that is. Not thrilled about it but she gets that it's not anything against her, or me trying to say she's less important."

"If you're sure…" Elsa hesitated. There was no such hesitation in Anna's voice or her face when she responded, leaning down to nuzzle against Elsa.

"Absolutely. We had to discuss… y'know, stuff. And while this wasn't a for sure thing, it was pretty high up the list… now, do you wanna talk, or do you wanna smooch?"

Without further preamble, she kissed Elsa again – and this time, Elsa kissed back. Not just with her lips. Now she allowed herself to run her hands through Anna's hair, too. To press back. To give. Anna wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite. She was enjoying it, far more than she ever thought she would. Of course, she remembered how it felt when Elsa pleasured her. She even remembered how it felt when Elsa kissed her that morning a few weeks back. But she was still unprepared for how it would feel when she was in control.

And, by the way Elsa was squirming beneath her, humming into her mouth, it was pretty obvious that she felt similarly. "You're so… bad," Elsa finally gasped out. Anna chuckled.

"Good-bad or bad-bad?" she asked, despite not needing clarification. It was pretty obvious which one she was. Still, it was fun to tease, so she leaned forward so their lips why just barely touching. "Hmm? Which one is it?"

"Good! You're so good, Tori!"

Oh God. Elsa probably didn't mean to make that sound as hot as she did, but the intention changed little. Anna let out a throaty groan, eyes squeezing shut as she ground her hips into Elsa's already-rolling ones. They should stop. They should really stop. Barely ten minutes and it was getting out of hand.

"You're good, too," Anna breathed a minute later, when their mouths broke apart. "Mmm… and you look good. Do you know how much I like your ass in these shorts?"

That did seem to surprise her a little. Elsa drew back, blinking up at her daughter and smiling very faintly. "You do? I mean… I was kidding when I said you… well."

"What? Never realised you had one of the hottest asses imaginable? Come on." But when Elsa only blinked at her more, she reached down and gripped those cheeks as hard as she could, two huge fistfuls of flesh. "This is like, the raddest."

A loud gasp of desire flowed up from her as the fingertips dug into denim-covered muscles. "Tori! Nnhhh… oh, you're so bad…" Then she licked her lips and gazed up into her eyes. "You really like this that much?"

"Oooh, yeah. That okay?"

"Yeah, Tori. Is it okay that I don't mind you doing that as much as I thought I would?"

"Fine with me," Anna giggled as she leaned down to kiss her neck. "In fact… can I get a good look?"

At this point, Elsa did balk. "Well… I don't think that falls under the category of 'just kissing', you know."

"Not a nude look, Elsa. Just want to enjoy the view. See those shorts work for you."

"I still think this is stretching it."

But then she got up from the couch and paced away, purposefully moving her hips as much as possible. Giving Anna a little more of a show than she did in the clothing store. There was a groan of pure appreciation from the couch, and when she turned around, Anna's eyes followed as she bit her lip.

"Like what you see?" she said, the words coming out as no more than a shy murmur. Anna's eyes found hers, and she gave a slow nod.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Elsa," she said earnestly. There was still heat in her words but it was different. The love she obviously felt had infected her tone, and there was no getting around it.

"Did you want to… touch?" Elsa asked. She couldn't hold Anna's gaze, and it was obvious this was stretching the limits of her comfort zone. Anna noticed; of course she did.

"I would love to, but I can think of a couple of better things to do. That is, if you wanna wiggle that gorgeous ass back on over here."

Suddenly, Elsa's brief bout of nervousness vanished, and she let out a little squeak. Before, of course, doing exactly what Anna had asked. She didn't have a chance to sit down before Anna had moved, though. Lifting one dainty foot, she pressed it just below Elsa's stomach. She gasped, and Anna gave a wicked little grin.

"You know…" she said, "my mom always hated when I put shoes on the couch. Can't get in trouble now, can we?" She leaned forward a little, still grinning. "Kinda fun to take a walk on the wild side, huh?"

For a moment, Elsa didn't seem to be sure of what to say. Then she purred, "I thought you were just going to step on me with those hot pink heels of yours. The way you threatened to do."

That intrigued Anna. Maybe Elsa was just playing, or maybe she really wanted to try that. So for a moment, she ground the heel down a little harder against the union of her shorts, prompting a loud moan. Clearly, this was doing a lot for her, even if it was only because of the stimulation itself.

"I think," she began to whisper as she noticed Elsa bucking against the heel, "that you wanted me to threaten you with this."

"Ohhhh, Tori," she began to pant as they both worked on Elsa's orgasm together. Because it seemed that would be happening soon: if one of them didn't call a halt to everything that was transpiring, it wouldn't take all that long. And Elsa was the most likely to do that.

But she didn't. A minute slipped by, and still they were working the sole of the pink heel up and down against the shorts. Something was so scandalous about this that Anna felt herself flushing, even beyond how turned on it was making her to watch her mother come undone this way. She wanted more: she wanted to tear her clothes off, devour every inch of her. Let Elsa do the same when she was done. But for now, this was incredible and glorious.

One of the little "AH!" noises clued her in that the end was near. She was tempted to switch up her tactic… see what else she could do for Elsa. But this was already far beyond what they had agreed upon, and she felt guilty enough as it was.

So instead she just pushed a little harder, and said, "You look so fucking hot."

Elsa whimpered, her hands holding Anna's foot against her. Her eyes had slipped shut and she seemed completely unaware of the world.

It gave Anna an idea, and as surreptitiously as she could, she began taking off the other shoe. Was it her foot? Or the shoe, and the memories associated with it? Either way, Anna was starting to feel quite grateful that Elsa had kept these, even though they had been used to corner her initially. It took her a little longer to remove the shoe than she hoped, mostly because Elsa's movements were becoming more erratic, and her gasping was very distracting.

But finally it was free and caressing up and down Elsa's leg. The eyes that had been shut widened immediately, and they even looked a little fearful. Elsa was too far gone to do anything about it, especially when the shoeless foot joined the one being ridden.

"Ngh!" Elsa said, hands coming to hold Anna's bare sole. Anna almost couldn't keep the grin from her face – though the heat in her own center made it a little easier than it otherwise would have been.

"You like that?" she asked softly. Elsa didn't seem able to speak because all she gave was a shaky nod and another moan. It still spurred Anna on. "C'mon, baby, you can let it happen. Let my sexy feet take you there."

Well that sounded awkward. She wasn't used to dirty talk – if this could even be considered that dirty. She had never tried on Jennifer, and never needed it with Elsa in the past. But it seemed like the thing to be doing to help her finish.

"Tori… ohhhh, yes… AH!" It didn't take much longer. Seemed that using her lower extremities instead of lips or hands was just the kind of loophole that Elsa needed to feel a little less ashamed of their encounter. Either that, or she really did have a thing and this pushed her past her reservations.

At that point, they came to the same conclusion. The climax was spectacular, and Anna had never seen anything more erotic. Except perhaps for Jennifer doing the same; that was pretty on par. Over and over, she bucked into the hard sole of the shoe as she rode it out, panting hard and relinquishing all hope of keeping her voice down or pretending this wasn't something she had been waiting for over the past thirty years.

Once weak and lying down on the couch, sucking in breath after breath, Anna turned and crouched over her, pressing her lips into a hot chin, a bottom lip. Elsa leaned up for her, and they met for a brief few seconds. Then Anna pulled back to smile down at her.

"Somebody likes those shoes a LOT."

"Ohhh, Tori," she whispered again. Then she chuckled. "Well… maybe I do. But it wasn't the shoes as much as it was the woman in them." Another brief kiss. "I'll probably feel awful about this in the morning, but right now? I'm happy."

"Me, too, Elsa." Another kiss. Then she smirked and wriggled backward until she was hovering over Elsa's hips. "Mmm… something smells delicious down here."

Anna laid little kisses on Elsa's stomach, but she didn't stray any closer to the source of the scent. Elsa seemed to be too tired to protest… or perhaps she just didn't care anymore. That bore investigation.

But Elsa reached down for Anna's face when it seemed she would try and move lower down. She didn't need to speak to remind her daughter of the rules they had put in place. Anna just rolled her eyes and returned to nuzzle Elsa's belly.

"Above the waist," she said, kissing deep red marks into the pale skin. "I know."

"Are- are you sure Jen- your girlfriend is okay with this?" Elsa asked. It seemed she'd given up trying to completely stop Anna's persistent advances.

"Pinky swear," Anna grinned. "Or… pinky-toe swear…?"

Elsa groaned, throwing her head back. Anna took it as a sign to get back to work. "Anna… what we just did is not normal. You know that, right?"

"Though we were calling me 'Tori' tonight?" But she knew it was true, and that Elsa had a point. So she crawled up to settle their bodies against each other. "Alright. Is this a little better? Just this?"

Nodding, she reached up to run her fingers through Anna's side-ponytail with a vague smile. "Sorry. I know… you're probably a little disappointed at how this turned out. But I'm not."

"Why would I be disappointed? I finally got to pay you back for how good you made me feel thirty years ago. And I've wanted to. Even then, I would have if some big idiot hadn't interrupted us."

"Well… I'm tempted to say that would have been better, because we were on even standings. But I think… if you paid me back for it, I would never have been able to let myself marry Kristoff. Or bear his children. I would have done everything I could to hunt you down."

At that, Anna's grin finally turned a little shy again, for the first time in nearly an hour. "Really?"

"Yes." Then she nuzzled up into Anna's neck. "But… for now, Tori, I'm just happy we both turned out as well as we did, considering. So… thank you."

"Thank me? For going back in time and fucking everything up?"

"For doing everything you could with what you knew. It was… an admirable effort? That sounds like I'm saying you failed, but I don't mean that; I just mean that I'm happy with my life, and I think that's because of how much you showed you cared about me back then. Nobody else ever had. My parents tried, but they could never seem to listen to me, and… and it sounds like I continued that trend in the other timeline. Can you possibly forgive me?"

"Oh…" Anna's whimper was sweet and full of affection. She leaned down to better cuddle into Elsa, just enjoying their shared body heat. "In my eyes, you've never done anything that needed forgiving, Elsa. But, like… if it's something you need, then of course I forgive you!"

Elsa's returning snuggle was grateful, full of love and appreciation. Anna didn't want their 'special night' to come to a close on a down-note. If she only had one night to spend like this in the foreseeable future, then she wanted to appreciate all of it. All of Elsa.

"Hey, why don't I order a pizza or something? And you could grab a shower, or… or whatever, and we can just chill?"

But, to Anna's surprise, Elsa shook her head. "Can we just stay like this?" she asked, and… well, that honestly sounded like something Anna would say. Perhaps it was the orgasm, or perhaps Elsa had come to the same conclusion as Anna. Either way, Anna wasn't about to complain. Instead she just smiled, and embraced Elsa tighter.

"Love you," she breathed quietly.

"Love you, too." Lips pressed into her cheek, and she smiled wider. "Can't believe you got me off with your shoe."

"Hey, you were into it! And I can't, either… I mean, it was fun, but I was kinda hoping to go down on you. Bring it full circle or whatever."

"Sorry," Elsa chuckled good-naturedly. "Really don't know what came over you."

"Came over ME?! You're the one who got off to it!"

Tutting loudly, she pushed Anna back to shoot her a 'disapproving mother' look that made Anna snort. "Really? You can't believe that you stroking me through my shorts with any body part, let alone with something Tori wore to the dance, would make me extremely hot? Hmm, normally you're sharper than that."

Anna grinned toothily. "Oh I know," she said. "I just wanted to hear you say it."

"You just- Hey!" Elsa gave Anna's shoulder a light slap. But there was a smile on her face that matched Anna's, and it wasn't long before they were both cuddling each other once more.

They lay there together for some time – it was impossible to keep track. It was nice. It was incredibly comfortable. Anna never wanted to leave because, even if she ignored all the sexual stuff, there had been a really long period in her life where the only thing she wanted was a mother to hold her. Then Elsa spoke and Anna couldn't help groaning in lament at losing this sacred moment.

"Okay now I really do need to go take a shower," she said, laughing when Anna made a noise and pressed her face in further.

"Noooo…." she whined. "Don't wanna move…."

"Cmon, Tori," she chided. "You want me to be comfortable, don't you? It's like a swamp down there." Anna stilled for a moment, before mumbling something. Once more Elsa chuckled, stroking her hair. "What was that?"

Looking up, Anna cleared her throat. "I um…I could clean you up," she offered, face burning.

There was a pause. Not a brief one, either; it was apparent that Elsa was truly mulling over the idea. Then she finally leaned up to kiss her cheek very tenderly.

"No, Anna. That does sound… wonderful, but I already feel a bit guilty for just what we've done so far. But I guarantee you that I'll never forget you offering."

"Aww," Anna pouted, though she remained on top of Elsa. "But it smells so good…" Still, she finished up with, "Can we at least cuddle a little longer before you go shower off?"

Rolling her eyes, Elsa sighed, "Fine, fine. I have to admit I don't much feel like moving either. Ten more minutes."

"Good. I can do ten minutes."

~ o ~

So they did. Anna stayed laying on top of her mother for another ten, which turned into fifteen before they agreed to get up and do something else. Reluctant as she was to let Elsa go, fearing that they would never get this chance again – or at least not for several months – she was at least glad she could do that one thing for her.

Then Elsa went for a shower. Anna tried the doorknob, thinking she would be sneaky and tease her through the curtain a little, but it was locked; she even heard Elsa call out "Ah, ah, ah!" at the sound of the knob rattling, and felt faintly embarrassed that she got caught.

After that, Anna had her shower. In turn, she left the door unlocked intentionally to see if Elsa would try the same, and was unreasonably disheartened when she refrained. That feeling completely vanished when she stepped into the kitchen, wearing her threadbare pyjamas and still tousling her hair, and spied Elsa.

Or, the creature Elsa had turned into.

Honestly, Anna hadn't thought she spent too long in the shower. Twenty minutes, give or take. Those twenty minutes were more than enough for Elsa to give herself a complete makeover. She wore a dress Anna had never seen before, fancy and sophisticated. It fit her so well it was like Elsa was half the age she was.

Although, that could have been the hair and makeup, too. Instead of the faux-perm, Elsa had tamed her hair, likely using a curling iron to create gentle waves. It framed her face and rolled over her shoulders. It lightened up her whole face, which was coated in a conservative amount of makeup. Enough to remove the harshest of lines; a rouge to colour her cheeks and a dazzling blue eyeshadow reminiscent of the 80s without being as all-in 'Baines' as before.

"Well?" Elsa asked with a smirk. "Are you getting dressed? Can't go out looking like that."

"Go… out?" Anna echoed numbly.

"Of course! A nice meal to end a nice day?"

"Oh… I thought we were just going to bed early or something," Anna admitted with a slight blush. "You know, after the whole… like… turning down pizza…"

At that, her mother laughed a little and patted Anna's side. "You're right, I should have said something. And… I know we can't exactly go as 'dates', since everyone knows us in Dell Valley. But I still want to take you out."

"Well… sure, yeah! I just… well, I feel silly dressed like this when you're dressed like that. But it won't take me long! Be right back!"

So Anna went tearing back to her room and changed out of her PJs and into a nice blouse and a skirt in record time; she didn't have many actual 'dresses' as such, so it was the best she could do. She was just looking at her damp hair when Elsa appeared.

"Want me to do your braids? Or something special?"

"Just braids are cool," she said. After all, she would be putting them in braids when she went to bed, anyway – and anything else would take too long.

They seated themselves on the bed and Elsa brushed through her hair before she began to braid it in a French braid; a little different than she had first insinuated. "Always did think you had such lovely hair… first as Tori, and then you when you were little. Then both of you, when I realised you were the same person."

"I had to have gotten it from somewhere," Anna said, smiling even though Elsa couldn't see it. Hopefully she could hear it instead. "Though I can't believe I got the ginger gene when no one else seems to have it at all. You sure I don't have some mystery sperm donor dad?"

"Stop! No!"

"Well… okay, but I'll hold you to that."

They were both quiet for a moment. "I think it suits you perfectly," Elsa said eventually as her nimble fingers made quick work of Anna's hair, and soon she was finished. Still, they sat there for a little while longer.

"I kinda wish I didn't have so many freckles, though," Anna admitted. "The hair's okay, but when the colour invades my face…"

"Aww, sweetheart," Elsa began, circling her arms around Anna and pulling her back against her for an improvised embrace. Anna relished in the feel of Elsa's soft breasts at her back. "I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Never."

Honestly, Anna could have stayed in her arms like that forever. But, they had plans – if not an actual reservation – so reluctantly, she pulled herself away.

"We better go," she said, twisting around to face Elsa as she got to her feet. "Otherwise we'll miss dinner. Although…" She bit her bottom lip as Elsa slid to the edge of the bed. One delicate eyebrow raised in the direction of the redhead, and Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, I might miss dinner, but I got all the dessert I need right here."

It was pretty obvious to what she was referring, and a blush steadily grew on Elsa's cheeks. "You… are… impossible to deal with. Impossible!"

It made Anna laugh, before leaning forward to grab her mother's hands and tug her up. "C'mon! Let's go show you off to the world!"

To Be Continued…