As of today, Elsa and I have been together for close to ten months. She's been going in and out of campus for her second year of college. I never did end up finding a cafe or bakery to work at (curse you, job application system) so, with the help of my fabulous business major girlfriend, I managed to set up my own home baking business, selling sweet treats to people in the area.
Over the course of our relationship, we've grown closer than I ever thought possible, despite knowing each other for most of our lives. I'm not an angry person, so whenever my moods went haywire, Elsa has always been there to help me out. Elsa has kept so many insecurities bottled up inside, which I've managed to coax out of her and help her work through. I never knew how much being intersex bothered her before, how self concious she was. Eventually, she did let me in, and I feel like that tightened our almost sisterly bond. It feels as if we truly know everything there is to know about each other. Though, something that has changed about me over the course of our relationship is that my sex drive has become insatiable. I guess Elsa just brings out something in me I never knew I possessed before. She's also convinced that my appetite has changed just because I'm trying new foods. But hey, I'm just experimenting. How could chocolate covered potato chips not be good?
On top of that, our parents are so supportive of us. They always offer to drive us to dates, buy us food, anything we need really. I've never been afraid of being with Elsa with them around, I've never felt the need to hide anything, we've just been open. Of course, my parents don't know about Elsa's extra appendage, but I'll leave that for her to tell them if she ever feels ready to, or feels the need to.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late. Classes ran over time but I'm back and won't be heading back to campus until next week." I look up from the batch of double chocolate chip cookies I've just pulled out of the oven to see Elsa coming in with arms full of stuff that she leaves on the kitchen floor. She didn't even stop by her place to put her things down first.
"No worries. Your parents are here. They're with mine in the backyard having tea. We're supposed to go out tonight, they want to take us to the fair set up in Greenwood Park. I'm gonna win myself a massive stuffed snowman."
"I'm sure you will," she giggles, leaning over the counter to give me a kiss on the lips, which I eagerly return, melting into it. The only thing that brings me back to reality is the searing hot tray I almost touch with the edge of my arm.
"Those smell lovely," Elsa compliments, gesturing to the pools of chocolatey goodness.
"I'm glad you think so, because you need to be my taste tester," I reply proudly.
She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "Really? Don't you love chocolate? Isn't that like… your thing?"
"I do, but I'm going on a diet. I've put on a few pounds and it's starting to show," I pout, clutching my belly.
Elsa offers me a sympathetic look. "I don't think you are. Trust me, Anna, it's not even noticeable."
"Well, you're one of the most clueless people I know so I don't if I can trust you on that one," I say jokingly, offering her a warm cookie.
"Nonetheless, your worth is more than just a number on a scale," she insists, taking a bite out of it. I watch in envy as a few crumbs stick to her perfect lips, the rest of it making its way down into her stomach. "Damn. That's one good cookie."
"Okay, okay, don't need to rub it in," I laugh. "On top of that, for the past couple of days, my stomach has been hurting. Kind of like period cramps, but a little more incessant, and without the bleeding. I'm gonna take it easy on food, try to stick to soups and stuff."
"Have you told your parents?" she asks, concerned.
I just shrug. "I don't want them to worry for nothing. It's nothing completely out of the ordinary. I'm sure it'll go away if I give it some time."
Elsa doesn't seem entirely convinced, but doesn't argue with me either. "I know what will help with that." She's been to my house so many times, she knows exactly where everything is and exactly what helps me. That's why I'm not at all surprised when she looks through the second drawer from the left, securing the hot water bottle. Carefully, she fills it with warm water from the kettle before sealing it and handing it to me.
"You always know just what I need," I swoon, taking it from her and pressing it against my abdomen. It offers some relief, but not much.
Elsa wraps her arms around me, capturing me in her embrace. I rest my head in the crook of her shoulder, letting her pull me close. "I hate to see you in pain," she whispers softly, her breath tickling my ear.
"It's okay, Elsie. You being here with me is enough."
She looks at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and I can almost read her mind, predicting what she's about to say next. "Want me to kiss it better?" she asks innocently, batting her eyelashes at me.
"Well…" I hesitate, thinking it once over. Mine and Elsa's parents are in the backyard on the other side of the house, definitely far enough so they won't be able to hear us. Plus, they have tea and cakes out there. No reason for them to have to come in. Even if one of them does have to come in to use the bathroom, they don't have to pass the kitchen to get there. She gives me a pitiful look, her puppy dog eyes drawing me in. "How can I say no to that face?" I giggle, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Here, lay down like this," she hooks her arms under my shoulders and hitches me up onto the counter, gently leaning me over so my back rests on the cool marble surface, my legs hanging off the edge. Elsa carefully my shirt up, revealing my slightly bulging tummy below. Leaning over, her lips land all over my smooth skin, feather light kisses sending shivers down my spine. Her hands grasp my thigh, caressing the freckled surface not hidden by my short shorts. Elsa is far more gentle today, clearly not wanting to cause me a single bit of hurt or discomfort, even though we both know how much it turns us on. In our 10 months of lovemaking, I haven't needed to use our safe word we established that night once. But I have to agree with her in that today isn't the best day to get rough.
Her tongue pokes out from between her lips, leaving a wet trail over my stomach, around my belly button. I giggle a little at the sensation, trying to hide my groans of discomfort. As wonderful as this feels, there's still the feeling of pain that's eating me from the inside out. Not wanting to worry her, I push it down for now, instead trying to focus on the pleasure my girlfriend is working to provide me.
She grasps the hem of my shorts and I lift my ass off the counter just enough for her to wiggle them down my slender legs, leaving them hanging around my ankles. My core is wet, but not dripping like it usually is. Maybe it's the cramps getting in the way. No matter, I'm sure Elsa will be able to fix that.
"No panties, just how I like it," she praises, slowly nudging my legs further apart with her hands. I comply, spreading my legs and wrapping them around her head. Elsa brings her head closer to my centre, peppering the inside of my thighs with gentle kisses as she makes her way down south. Her lips eventually land on my outer lips, kissing the perimeter and making me squirm.
The sensation in my stomach is building.
Just ignore it, Anna. You and Elsa are having a tender moment, don't ruin it by being a wuss.
My clit finally gets some attention, with Elsa's lips brushing over it over and over again. Light gasps escape my mouth, followed by a hoarse groan as she takes a long, slow lick, collecting my juices on her tongue. I shut my eyes, breathing heavily as Elsa begins to eat me out just how I like it, each stroke made by her tongue more intense than the last.
The pain in my gut is becoming more and more noticeable.
Stifle it down. Let Elsa enjoy herself.
"Oooh," I whimper helplessly as she captures my clit between her lips, sucking gently and building her intensity. My legs tighten around her, partly due to the pleasure, but partly because my body is starting to tense up at the pain and discomfort. Elsa doesn't let up though, lapping away eagerly at my cunt like it's an oasis in the middle of a dessert she's been wandering for weeks.
"F-f-f-fuck," I stammer. The pain is at its peak now, worse than any period cramps I've had before. You need to stop this, Anna. Damn it, what was that fucking safe word again? We never had the need to use it before, but this is just too fucking much.
"E-Els… frozen! Frozen!" My cry of desperation surprises both of us. The moment the words leave my mouth, she pulls away, wiping my juices on her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes are wide with fear.
"What's wrong?" she asks, watching my usually happy-go-lucky face convulse into a painful grimace.
"It's worse… it's so much worse…" I whimper, sitting up and curling myself up into a ball. Elsa's face falls, her expression growing into one of severe concern.
"Alright, pants on. You should lie down on the sofa. I have some tylenol you can take." Carefully, she helps me to my feet, shimmying my shorts up my shaking legs. Elsa lets me lean on her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder as she steadily leads me to the couch in my living room. She sets me down gently, resting my head on a pillow before leaving and coming back with her handbag and the hot water bottle. "Take these with this water and shut your eyes for a moment. Use the hot water bottle too."
I down two tablets with some water she gives me, feeling them slide down my throat. I was never great with tablets, so the fact that I'm able to keep these down at all surprises me. Pressing the hot water bottle to my stomach, I lay backwards, my head cushioned by my favourite pillow. Elsa stays by my side, taking my hand in hers.
"You know, even though I've had my fair share of body insecurities with this thing, I do consider myself lucky that I've never had to deal with period pains," she says, trying to lighten the mood. I don't respond, worrying that if I open my mouth to speak I'll only be able to scream, and instead give her a small, pained smile.
She gives me a kiss on the forehead, wiping away some strands of hair that has stuck to its sweaty surface. "You're crazy strong, you know that? I really don't know how you do it, dealing with pains each month, dealing with an ice cold girlfriend, and still staying hopelessly optimistic with that goofy smile of yours. No matter everyone, guy or girl, wanted a piece of you when we were growing up. I was just the lucky one of us." While I appreciate the sentiment, it isn't doing me much good at the moment. It feels so bad that literally feels like there's something trying to claw its way out of me. My breathing is heavy, my eyes are squeezed shut. No matter how hard I try to focus on Elsa's voice, or the weight of her hand in mine, or the weight of the water bottle on my stomach, nothing seems to be able to distract me from the growing excruciating pain threatening to make me combust.
"You're beautiful and strong and kind and loving. Whatever this is, we're going to get through it together. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." Elsa continues to sing my praises, but even she can't mask the worry in her voice. I hate having to make her fret over me like this, but that's not exactly my priority right now.
"I've been thinking about the future, and how we're going to have kids one day. Whether biological or not, I know we're going to make great parents. I was thinking I could go by Mom, and you can go by Mama. How does that sound?" Her words barely process in my mind, sounding muffled, ages away, as if she's yelling at me from the shore while I'm several feet under the waver. I'm so lost in my own head that I don't realise how tightly I'm holding her hand, until I hear her knuckles crack under my iron grip. Even then, I don't snap out of it.
"Anna?"
My eyes shoot open and look up into her bright blue ones. The clock near her tells me about fifteen minutes have gone by.
"Any better?" she asks hopefully. Wow, now look who's hopefully optimistic. Oh, how the turn tables.
I slowly shake my head, exhaling hard through my nose. This is it. I have to admit defeat before I physically pass out from the pain. My voice is soft when I finally speak. "I think I need to get my parents."
A/N - Hello dear reader! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. We're near the end game now. Any predictions as to what will happen next? Though I'm sure most of you already have a hunch of what I've got up my sleeves. You all have been asking for it, and I've tried to bring it in a more unconventional way. The next chapter will hopefully be up this coming week, but until the, stay hydrated and wear a mask x