Elsa took baths exclusively in the evenings. It was the most perfect way for her to destress after her busy schedule of courtly duties, and her bathroom was connected to her bed chamber, so she always had the extra comfort of privacy when it came to her early night rituals.

The tub itself was a cast-iron clawfoot. It was cleaned daily by the same servants that would also bring the hot water from the kitchens whenever she was ready for her wash. The room had been the same since she herself was a small thing, all that was different were the sizes of her towels and robes. Her bathroom held its own set of special memories—memories of change and discovery. Of what? Elsa herself.

It was in the very mirror she was presently checking herself in that she watched her own body transform right before her eyes. She'd seen herself grow taller, her hips become wider, her hair go from long, to short, to long again. The maids, and sometimes her mother, would inform her of the precise inches of her body she should fixate on. She would then use the warm, lovely bath to ignore such trivial worries.

There were other things that had gone on in this chamber, secrets Elsa was grateful were only known by the inanimate objects surrounding her. As she hit puberty, she'd been curious about her own breasts and would often stroke them to see how much they were growing, unable to help admiring them. Not until she was fifteen, when she 'accidentally' came across some erotic novels, did she start experimenting with her own sex. She liked to read while she soaked, so it only made sense that she practice her new little hobby in there.

She liked to slide some soap into her hands before she got to work, mainly to give pretense that she was simply 'scrubbing' down there and not doing anything 'unsightly.' She didn't understand what all of the fuss was about until she understood just where she needed to rub to recognize the power of intimate pleasure. Elsa would get so deep into her habit that she would find herself hooking an ankle over the side of the tub. Sometimes she'd have to waste more towels to soak up the water she'd spilled onto the floor.

And since then, Elsa's bathroom was her safe haven for her personal exploration, even as she became an adult... and even better still, she finally had someone to share that secret with.

...

It wasn't like Jack hadn't seen it all at the point they now shared a bedroom, but he still thought it would be more gentlemanly to not interfere with Elsa's bath time. She'd always described it as 'her' time. He also tried not to take too long while it was his turn—admittedly he'd end up practically napping in the hot water, since up until he took up residence at Arendelle, he only knew what freezing streams and waterfalls felt like. Now he understood why the princess sometimes took nearly thirty minutes just to soak. Tonight, he was only washing his face since he'd already had his own rinse that morning. He'd given Elsa the opportunity to go in before him plenty, but she always insisted she go just before bed. He often ended up with some of her wet hair getting on his own pillow, but he didn't mind; it made it easier for him to run his fingers through her locks.

As soon as he saw her come in with her robe on, he grabbed the towel to dry his face. "I figured you'd be about ready." He said.

"Same time every day." She smirked.

Jack hung the towel back up, "All right, I'll see you in a bit."

Elsa nodded and was about to peel her robe off, but then she felt a glint of mischief. "Oh, Jack?"

He knew what that tone meant. He turned around, grinning. "Yes?" She simply gave him her tell-all glance and revealed her bare shoulders. "Uh... that tub's pretty full as it is." He chuckled. "You sure you want that extra mess?"

Her robe fell to the floor now, but all he saw was her backside and not his most favorite ornaments in front. But what would encourage him the most was when she began to undo her braid. He didn't know what it was about her hair, but every time he touched the silky, blonde waves, he found that he wanted more of her every time. She hummed contentedly as she slowly untwisted the end and Jack came close.

"Here." He then did the rest for her, tenderly and taking his sweet time. He'd had much practice now in getting it loose without tangling it. It was so soft...

Small goosebumps formed all over as she felt his fingers play with her hair, each section falling into a curl over her shoulders. "Can't you go faster? The water's going to get cold."

Jack snorted. "Because the cold's such an issue for us." He walked one of his hands over her collarbone and down to her breast, where he felt her perked nipple over his forefinger. Elsa hummed and took his hand in hers; she still needed to adjust to feeling his wedding band whenever they held hands. Jack himself wasn't used to it yet—he was often caught off guard by the sudden flash of light in the mirror or the ting! against any glass cup he picked up. Elsa's hair was freed from its twisted constraints and she took a step forward into the water that was still steaming.

The sight alone of Elsa dipping her ears below the water with her naked body in a nearly exhibitionistic display had Jack panting and his pulse racing. Her breasts rose and fell as she took deep breaths and her muscles relaxed. There was just enough space in the tub for one other person, and Elsa herself had her legs expectantly curled up to invite him in. Jack's face flushed, and though he was tempted to strip and tackle her right then, he only watched, kneeling beside her.

"You really love to torture me, don't you?"

She bit her lip to hold back her laughter. "Soap?" She held up her hand; even her fingers, dripping wet with clear little droplets, aroused him. Sometimes, when she'd just gotten out and her body was still damp, she would lie next to him and he could smell the soap on her skin—that alone could drive him wild some evenings. He realized he'd been dumbly staring for about five seconds once he registered her request. She gave her the slippery bar and she lathered herself... going in slow, circular motions over her chest and Jack so badly wished it were him doing it.

"Elsa–" He shivered, feeling his erection throb like it would tear right through his pants if he wasn't inside of her soon.

She sat up slightly, streams of soap trailing down to her belly as she did, hair half-drenched, half-tangled. She looked like some sort of river goddess beckoning him so she could snatch him away. For her, drowning would be a pleasure. Carefully, he reached a hand closer, and the fact Elsa didn't shy away was all the permission he needed to press his hand into her left breast, the skin slick from the soap. She sighed out, her cheeks reddened and she lied back into the water as she guided his other hand to her neglected right side.

Jack, with difficulty, retreated only so he could remove his own garments. It was a relief once he was finally stripped down to his natural state with her.

He'd dreamt of her like this once, but they were in a glittering river. It looked like the water was rising around her rather than falling off of her skin. The effects of that dream felt enormous, but the silken, wet touches of his fantasy could never compare to what this reality felt like. Stepping into the water with her as she took him into her arms felt like he'd dove into an ocean that was only her. Her wet lips tasted like sugar, and the ferocity of their kisses were unlike anything they'd dare let themselves fall into before, lest they be caught by a listening servant or flustered guard.

But they were wed now, and they were free to do as they wished.

Meanwhile, Elsa had fantasies of her own she'd wished to fulfill, and she gently brushed her wet thumb over his lips before they kissed one another again, her hands running through his silvery-white hair. For some reason, her entire body heated up when his lips were soaked, and she ran water over his neck and shoulders before pressing her mouth to them. With every touch, his dick swelled and he was losing the battle with his patience to be inside her.

"Elsa," He panted before dipping his hand below the water to touch her sex. Her head reeled back as his fingers navigated inside of her and she was unable to get a single word out to tease him, not this time. He rubbed her smooth bud just to get her going, and found his other hand going for those wet locks he was so drawn to swimming in the soapy water. They could play each other like master musicians, they knew every key and note. "Elsa." He said once more; his favorite name in the world.

His dick slid inside of her, and no fantasy she'd ever had could have prepared her for the whirlwind of euphoria as their foreheads touched and their hips twitched in an unmistakable manner.

Everywhere, water splashed around. The sounds of their mess was all that drowned out their moans and gasps.

"Oh, I want you!" He chanted like a mantra. "I want you!"

"I want you too!" She cried as her entire body hitched, sex holding his own tight like their souls were clutching together to become one. She stared into his eyes; he had blue eyes like she did, but to her, his were much more beautiful. She'd seen his natural honey-brown only for a brief moment... and had they stayed that color they'd be the most beautiful brown eyes in existence too, so long as they were his.

"Els– Oh! Elsa!" He felt his penis throb as jets of his own fluid burst inside of her, and afterwards was met with the warm, wet, comforting feeling that always followed. What he registered next was Elsa pushing some of his bangs out of his eyes to give him a single, long kiss. Normally his dream would end here, but when he opened his eyes, they were still right where it had all began. "Did I raise the standard for bath time?"

"Maybe." She stroked his chin. His hair was dripping water onto her face. They both went to stand at the same time and ended up sliding into each other, awkwardly shifting and apologizing until they were both out and swapping towels.