The Duke's lips were parted for another word only to be unexpectedly silenced by the Queen's in a kiss. At this sudden development, the Duke's eyes widened and he grew very still from being pressed likewise into the reality of the situation. Did...did this mean that she finally understood what he meant? Or was this part of her naivete from being isolated over ten years? Narrowing his eyes, the Duke scrutinized what he could of the Queen's closed expression; finding no reluctance present, he made up his mind to seize the moment as his own. Why bother questioning her more than he had to? If the Duke came to know anything, it was that rational thought did not apply to figuring out the Queen and most likely never would. Shutting his own eyes, the Duke wasted no more time and wrapped his arms about her narrow waist, drawing her even closer before daring to slide his tongue across her pretty mouth. He couldn't help that he was getting impatient from the excitement of what he had cast aside as an impossible dream: his Elsa.
The feeling of the Duke's tongue touching her lips brought Elsa back to reality. Her eyes shot open and she looked at where she was now. The Duke was was holding her and licking her and it was simply too much for Elsa to take. She began to part her pretty lips to speak, to calmly request that the Duke cease to touch her, but instead she had let his tongue into her waiting mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise and utter bewilderment, darting back and forth from the Duke to the doorway. She considered pushing the Duke off of her and running away, just like she had that night. Running away, but this time hiding in her bedroom of isolation. Her mouth tried to make words even with his tongue playing with hers, but that just entangled her further in the kiss. Elsa moaned softly into the kiss.
When the Duke felt the Queen's, no Elsa's mouth open, he groaned in delight and slipped his eager tongue inside. This was quite honestly going much better than he had expected. His eyes still closed, the Duke lost himself to the electrifying kiss; he took particular pleasure in that he was most assuredly the first man to taste those succulent lips of hers. Elsa had a flavor the Duke couldn't get enough of, one that made him turn just as greedy as he had been towards her country's resources, both so mysterious and tantalizing. The key difference being of course that there was only one of Elsa. Running a firmly possessive hand down her side, the Duke found Elsa's tongue with his own and tried to coax it into a dance, a dance that he previously wasn't able to have with her. My, how things have changed, thought the Duke absentmindedly as he tugged at Elsa until he pulled her down with him to the floor. It was then that Elsa moaned into their kiss, sending indescribable shivers along the Duke's spine. He groaned again and tore his mouth away to drink in the sight of her through hooded eyes, his voice husky and making his accent sound richer. "Elsa..."
Elsa's eyes opened even wider as the Duke had suddenly become dead weight and pulled Elsa down with him until both lay in a heap on the floor. Despite her obvious (at least to her) distress, the Duke's tongue wormed its way into her mouth and would not stop giving chase to her tongue. Elsa tried to withdraw her tongue from his, but just drew him further and deeper into her. She tried to push him away, force him back, but just ended up licking the Duke's slick tongue again and again, wrestling with him. Elsa shivered at the sensations she was feeling and her eyelids found themselves fluttering shut, too engulfed in the pleasure she was feeling to pay attention to any other sensory input. Her arms wrapped around the Duke and pulled him ever so much closer to her, their two bodies now as entwined as their dueling tongues. And then he stopped. Why did he stop, Elsa asked herself as her eyelids fluttered open again. "D- Duke…" Elsa looked confusedly at the Duke through vulnerable eyes.
The Duke could barely stand it. How utterly ravishing Elsa was here in his arms, all disheveled and rosy-cheeked with kiss-swollen lips. Of course, the Duke had seen beautiful women before over the years in Weselton and other places he visited. However, Elsa managed to surpass the lot of them without batting an eyelash. Another check though brought the vulnerability Elsa had in her eyes to the surface for the Duke. There it was again, the innocent gleam that betrayed her lack of experience. He had to wonder now whether she comprehended what they were doing, where it could go. "Am I really what you want?" the Duke addressed Elsa at last, raising a eyebrow. He planted one burning kiss against her exposed collarbone. "Tell me," he added a tad anxiously despite keeping her close to him.
Elsa's eyes were open, /spanbut she wasn't really seeing what was going on anymore. This was all so confusing and her mind wasn't completely in the present, even though the Duke's hard questions and linger kisses kept bringing her back to it. Eventually Elsa forced herself to look back into The Duke's narrow, questioning eyes. She was a Queen, the most powerful woman in the land in more ways than one: ice, snow and the armies of Arendelle were at her command…and yet she didn't know how to refuse this man she so loathed. "I- I don't know…" It was an honest answer, but one she knew would only prolong this. Was that what she wanted? No, it wasn't, she decided with a small frown that was only half-manufactured from what she knew was supposed to happen here according to proper etiquette. "Y- You called me a monster…tried to kill me.." Despite how Elsa meant the words to sound like angry accusations, they came out sounding more like hurt rationalizations. "Please get off of me before -"
Just then the big, wooden doors of the meeting room creaked open and in skipped Anna, who was already talking a mile a minute about how she was sorry for interrupting and was asking if they needed anything when she finally saw the Duke and Elsa, together on the floor, wrapped in a carnal embrace. She gasped in surprise as her hands rose to cover her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Elsa, I…" Anna's cheeks blushed red as she continued to stare in shock.
Meanwhile, the Duke had been carefully listening while at the same time, trying to plan his next move towards this unorthodox situation. It was hard to think in rational terms again after experiencing irrational pleasure after all. So what would be the best way to approach the indecisiveness of this woman? One thing was certain; she didn't seem to mean her angry accusations towards him as strongly as before. Now was his chance to prove her wrong then; he didn't know whether he would get another opportunity to have her listen this openly. When the Duke heard the one about how he "tried to kill her," he reflexively interrupted with "Well you tried to kill m-" before pausing mid-sentence from how redundant that just sounded to his ears.
Justifications shouldn't sound redundant. The truth shouldn't sound redundant. In that instant, the Duke's thoughts were sparked by some sort of realization that overtook his focus from what she was saying afterwards. Why did their conversations always run in circles, chasing down each other's tails but never getting anywhere? Could it be-? Unfortunately, the heavy doors to the meeting room screeched open, their sound tearing apart whatever the Duke may have been finally getting at. Jumping out of his skin, the Duke cussed a blue streak to himself as he was reminded of his place through sheer force of embarrassment. What foolish, juvenile behavior on his part to be having with the Queen (to even forget the door), where anyone could walk in as proven now. Never mind his already shot reputation, what about hers? She was too young to afford such disgrace yet ! Why, the Duke could hear the future court gossip on how the meeting room became "the meeting of bodies." Gritting his teeth in dread (it was probably that blasted attendant), the Duke craned his neck, still caught in his embrace with the Queen, to discover a wide-eyed Anna covering her mouth. "Milady...!" he croaked in an unsettling mixture of relief and further embarrassment. Somehow, the Duke was able to wrench away from the Queen, rolling clumsily onto his side before looking up at Anna again, unsure of what to do once more.
"A- Anna…" Elsa's face drained of any color once she saw her standing before her. She was hyper aware of the Duke's positioning with Anna now present. On top of her, flopped over on his side next to her, it didn't really matter. Elsa had to maintain distance to ensure that Anna didn't let her first impression color the situation. As soon as Elsa got her wits about her, she slid away from the Duke and picked herself up off of the floor, dusting herself off while desperately trying to explain the situation to Anna. "Anna…this is…" Oh, not that cliched phrase, that couldn't leave her royal, red lips. "…not what it looks like." Elsa tensed up after she said it, her icy blue eyes practically pleading with Anna to forget that she had seen anything.
Anna bit her lip Anna bit her lip lightly as she took in the scene before her. She wanted to just close her eyes and walk away, but she didn't think that would be an option. The young princess had nothing to say to Elsa's explanation other than a soft "Mmhmm" as she nodded slowly, obviously not quite convinced with Elsa's lame explanation. Elsa took a few exploratory steps towards her younger sister, hoping to assuage any of Anna's concerns.
"Anna, nothing happened, but we'll talk about it later, I promise…" Anna looked over at the Duke uncertainly, trying to figure out if he was going to try to act like nothing had happened like Elsa was so intent on doing now.