a.n. I swear, after this, the next chapter isn't sensual at all!
Elsa disrobed. Things between her and Hans were getting stressful. Well, they were always stressful. Honestly, the re-queened could hardly remember the last time she'd been relaxed. Even the Spring Dance had been an ordeal when she- and Hans had, that is, well, they'd… together, and he hadn't, or she hadn't… yeah.
Anyways, Elsa was feeling tense; which is why she'd sent for her masseuse, Glinda. Lying under the sheets gave brunette the necessary time to decompress. Being a regent, a rebel, and a runaway gave her knots upon knots that needed to be undone.
An hour passed. Glinda was late.
The door opened and quiet, sure footsteps approached. Elsa felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was excited.
"I didn't send for you," She stated.
Warm oil slid down her shoulders and onto the small of her back, pooling by her spine.
"You sent for me when you endangered yourself, my queen," Hans stated in return.
"Endangered myself?"
"You called for personnel to be alone with you without me having the time to adequately screen them…"
Elsa let out an indignant sniff, "Do I even want to know where you sent that poor girl? I need a spa day, and you've probably imprisoned her," There was a moment of silence as Hans blushed. Elsa's head popped up, "Seriously, Hans?!"
"Anna said-!" He stopped himself, "My queen, if you're going to insist on keeping contact with a known murderess…"
"If you mean my sister, than yes," She answered.
"Then I need to take control of the situation," A familiar sense of iron hardness coursed through her. His hand gripped the muscle. Elsa shot him a look of annoyance before remembering how to deal with him; relax, and don't resist.
"Oh," Ohs were good. Ohs were nice. Elsa really liked ohs, "Oh, yeah, there."
His hand slid along the smooth, soft skin of her back, "I am a mere servant in the queen's eyes, but her," he found a knot. Smirking, he pushed down. Her body arched off the bed obscenely. He only saw her back but he could hear her. Likely, half the castle could hear her, "Sister is even worse. I've never seen anyone with stubbornness quite like this."
"Oh! OH! Deeper! OH, oh, oh… ah! Aaaaah…." She took a cleansing breath, "Hans…"
She hit the bed again. His deft fingers swept through the pool before swirling across her muscles. He found another knot.
"My queen needs me," He pressed once, her body clenched, then released before clenching again. Patience. Now-
"OH! AH! Harder! AH! Hans please!"
Crack
That was painful. She hit the bed again, moaning. A girl needed a nice back-rub now and then, but Hans kept making it super –intense!
"And she needs to acknowledge that she requires my service of me!" He was starting to get a bit emotional. Too bad for him.
"If you need help, I could assign, hmmm…. Ilyana?" She felt comfort as the wet sound of a suppressed vomit met her ears, "Is that a no, Mr. Westerguard?"
Rocks sizzled in his hands. He placed them gently on her back, "I live to serve her majesty."
Elsa let them set for a while, "Right."
She rolled her eyes, trying to play it off. Obviously, Hans was up to something. Somehow, he would come ahead on this. Maybe he had some kind of secret army or something. Perhaps ruling Arrendelle was some kind of elaborate trap. The alternative-
"Elsa, I mean it."
She looked up. No, no, it couldn't be. It was a trap, a lie, a farce, a thousand other impossible things. It couldn't be this.
Honesty.
"Hans, don't say it if you don't mean it," She couldn't tell if she was saying this as his servant, his queen, or…
Or…
Or as his lover.
No, the lover deal had been a one-time shot. Right?
He captured her face in his hands. Suddenly, she felt extremely vulnerable. His hands were as strong as she remembered from her time "under" him. Like iron. But she wasn't afraid he was going to hurt her. No, as open as she was, she felt safer than she ever had.
"Hans…?"
He kissed her.
No.
Oh, this was bad. Previously, he'd groped her, or had her kiss him, something about power, and control. He'd refused to kiss Anna, no matter if it would have saved her life and ensured his rule. Hans didn't kiss. Not if there was any way out for him.
He released her.
"Then I won't say anything at all. My queen," He bowed and left. Elsa's heart pounded in her chest. Oh, this was far, far, far worse than anything she'd ever imagined.
Whatever she had thought to accomplish, tonight had proven her wrong; Hans was hers, totally and completely.
Elsa let out a curse.
Now what was she supposed to do?!