A/N: Be warned, there's some hot stuff towards the end.
The monotone days of Arendelle High School always went by quickly. Everything was going well, most of the students knew how to behave, but despite that, Elsa didn't feel at ease. Cassandra became the top student of her literature class, and it amazed and scared her at the same time.
The young girl always appeared to be buried in thoughts, even during lessons, and sometimes the teacher wondered if she's cheating during tests. But knowing that she nailed her first test effortlessly, Elsa knew that Cassandra is just interested in her subject. That is the problem that brought an unfamiliar sadness to Elsa's heart, affecting her in a strange and forbidden way.
During classes, they played a cat and mouse game. The raven-haired girl would stare at her like she's the most exquisite piece of cake, making the older woman turn her back to her students and blush in embarrassment, no words demanded. It was almost like those piercing silver eyes were flirting with her just to force out a similar reaction from her. It was as they were talking calling her, beckoning her to turn back around and face the girl, to tell her to end this torture or embrace her feelings entirely.
Elsa ached to know what is going on inside the student's head during these times. Her stare seemed intoxicating, and it was driving the blonde wild. She often wondered if Cassandra had similar thoughts about her, but at the same time, she didn't want to give herself false hope.
Cassandra is forbidden fruit, and yet Elsa fails to stop her body and heart reacting to her in that sweet, and painful way. Looking at the young girl felt like eyeing the most delicious chocolate in the world while being allergic to it. There's no reason to deny it, and it would be irrelevant anyway. Her body wanted, no, needed Cassandra, while her heart and mind were still unsure.
Today was like just the days before. Elsa finished working at her usual time and was just about to knock on Anna's door, to check if she's home already. A piece of her craved to see Cass again, while the other part wasn't ready for that kind of surprise.
Her hand met with the door of the redhead's entry, and she knocked smoothly on it a few times. Anna is the sort of character who sometimes takes a nap after school, and Elsa had no desire to wake her sister up if she decided to sleep for a little while.
"Come in." But the blossoming Andersen girl was up and alert to the blonde's surprise.
Elsa opened the door and entered with careful steps, making sure she's not stepping on Anna's things that are scattered inside the room. "I just came to check-in. Everything's alright?"
"Yeah, I came home from school about an hour ago." The girl answered her sister's question.
Spotting a textbook in her sister's hand, Elsa smiled in amusement. "And you are already studying? It's Friday, Anna!" She added with a giggle.
"So what? You always say that studying is essential, and I know you're only doing that because you are a teacher. Buuuuuut, let's just say I might have realized you actually have a valid point. It's never too late or early to study, right?"
The blonde woman sighed and rolled her blue eyes. "What do you want from me?"
Joyfully gasping, Anna instantly jumped up from her bed and hurried to her sister, not wasting any moment. She paused in front of her, puppy eyes gazing into her sister's. "There'll be a party tonight at one of my friend's place. Can I go? Please. Pretty please?"
No matter how many times Elsa tried to resist her sister's pleas, the older woman failed to say no to those pleading eyes. Anna has always been her weak spot, and because of that, she would do anything for the freckled little girl.
Elsa didn't become a teacher because that's what she wished to do with her life. After her beloved parent's died, she had no choice but to make a living, so she and her sister could survive without begging for a stranger's help who would only have pity on them to use them to their advantage.
Slowly, but surely Elsa lost her passion for her job. The lesson poured out from her in the same dull pattern it had for the past two years. Elsa's face knew how to perform all the right gestures, but the passion for teaching had long since abandoned the blonde.
But that doesn't mean she did a lousy job. She always took her work seriously, even when it was making her feel unappreciated and annoyed thanks to students like Hans Westergaard.
Of course, not every student is like Hans; some of them are rather dutiful and smart. Sometimes she would stay inside the classroom after the bell rang just to talk with the kids about whatever came to their mind. Nothing too personal, of course, but for those moments, Elsa loves her job.
Elsa sighed again, shaking her head as she made the decision. She never approved of the idea of partying, but one time cannot hurt, right? Anna is still young; she shall enjoy her life while she can. "Alright, you can go." Then she raised her hand, pointing her index finger against the ceiling. "But only with one condition." She paused for a moment. "Someone has to accompany you, and it can't be Kristoff."
To her surprise, Anna flashed her a boast smile. "I already asked Cassandra to come with me, and her mom is going to take us home." The redhead chirped s she took a step closer, pressing her body against Elsa's as she pulled her into a tight hug.
The older woman chuckled, returning the embrace. "Just be careful, okay?" She whispered into the redhead's ear, her voice low and troubled.
Later that day, Elsa was sitting on the couch, doing her typical evening activity, which is grading papers. She never liked working at home, but this just another downside of being a teacher.
Anna was inside her room, getting ready for that particular party, which only made her older sister's stomach twisting with concern. Soon, there was a knock on the door of their apartment, and Elsa rose from her seat.
The beautiful blonde made her way towards the entrance and rubbed her slightly knackered eyes on her way. She opened it, and as expected, it was Cassandra standing there. Well, not just Cassandra.
Next to the student stood another woman who looked as she was her older sister. The stranger had similar raven hair, but hers is much longer, ending somewhere at her mid-back. Their eyes are the same smokey color, and Elsa wondered if there's anything different about their looks, besides their hair, age, and height. The woman wore high heels, and this way, she's just as tall as Cassandra, maybe a bit smaller, but that's hard to notice.
"Good evening, Ms. Andersen." Cassandra greeted Elsa with a smile on her face, which made the blonde teacher unintentionally blush.
The young girl was dressed in her usual way - a lightly oversized hoodie, sneakers, and skin-tight jeans that showed the line of the muscles on her legs perfectly. Whenever the student had a good day, she decided to wear something more colorful, but otherwise, her clothes were always dark, mostly black.
Despite her young age, Cassandra is a mystery. When she was in detention, she showed a secret side of herself to Elsa, a part of her no one else could see until that blessed day. Cassandra is the girl hiding in the corner, misunderstood by everyone. It's almost like she's in disguise, wearing a mask to hide her beautiful mind.
Before Elsa could say anything, the unknown woman offered her hand to her with a smile. The blonde accepted it and gave it a light shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Cassandra's mother, Zara Reeve."
"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Reeve." Said Elsa as she gently let go of Zara's hand. Something inside her yearned to grab the woman's daughter, pull her inside, and well, the rest would be history. "Anna should be ready in a moment." But then she heard her sister's footsteps from behind and as she looked back, she saw her coming. "Here she is."
They bid each other goodbyes, and soon, Elsa was left alone in the apartment. She sighed to herself as she lazily laid down on the couch, her head casually resting on the armrest.
The past few weeks have been crazy, and not because something unusual or anything happened. No, it was all because of Cassandra. She made Elsa feel a deep ache rooted in her core that no one else did before without telling her a single word. Her lustful, moonlike eyes were more than enough to fill Elsa with the desire, making her fantasize of all kinds of inappropriate and forbidden things.
Elsa has never been a very sexual person. But something about Cassandra made her yearn for more, and today was different. She had the whole apartment to herself for the first time in forever, and suddenly, everything felt way too hot around her.
Letting out a deep, shaky breath, Elsa traveled her hands down until she reached the hem of her shirt, but she hesitated. There's no one else at home and Anna won't come back until later in the evening. Surely, there's nothing wrong about wearing a bit less clothing in her own home. So Elsa nibbled on her lip, and gripping the end of her shirt, she pulled it over her head. With a swift motion, she tossed it to somewhere less significant.
The cold air gently caressed her slightly freckled, pale skin, and it made her shiver in response. After all those weeks of bathing in Cassandra's stare, she needed a moment for herself, a few stolen seconds to catch her breath, and release her tension.
She already got rid of her shirt, but it wasn't enough. The heat of her body made her reach behind her back, and she unlapped her bra, allowing the straps to slide down her shoulders. A soft 'mmm' fell from her lips as the lacy fabric brushed against her nipples, tugging the fabric down on her slender body.
Her hands slid up to her breasts, and her breath got caught in her chest as she kneaded the firm mounds, gasping as she did. When her palm brushed against her already hardened nipples, a bolt of pleasure ran through her body, sending a familiar, yet rare feeling towards her core. "Yes!" She breathed out.
A new form of pleasure radiated from her chest to another intimate area as she squeezed and pinched, gently at first. As her touch grew more feverish, the sounds she made became louder and more frequent, escaping from her parted lips without her permission. She breathed quick and shallow, her already wet heat tingling in response.
Within seconds, she impatiently jerked her pants off, sliding her underwear down with them. A delicate hand traveled downwards on her body, caressing the skin between her breasts, brushing against her stomach until she reached her target, her hot and wet heat of desire. Her other hand stayed on her chest, pinching and rolling a nibble between her index and middle finger.
Parting her legs, Elsa cupped her center, and a hiss left her mouth at the sensation of being touched at such an intimate area. She neededmore. The quiet and reserved blonde was now moaning and panting, bare and spread on the couch, yearning to be satisfied.
She slowly slid two fingers along her slit, gasping when they brushed against her clitoris - swollen and throbbing with need. Her back arched, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling as she gently began rubbing the bundle of nerves, crying out from the sudden pleasure. "F-fuck! Ahh, it's so good!"
Her velvety walls clenched around nothing, begging for attention, which Elsa granted by reaching down with her free hand. She slid two slender digits inside her wet heat with ease, her moans echoing through the living room as she filled herself.
"A-ah!" She cried out as she hit a particularly good spot, her hips immediately bucking against her fingers. She almost forgot how good it feels to be pleasured, and to intensify the feeling; she fucked herself harder and faster. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
She moaned, bordering on a scream as the heat inside her grew with each thrust of her fingers. She thought of Cassandra and how she would bring her to entirely new territories. Would she be gentle or rough with her? Perhaps a mixture of both.
The feeling of being penetrated and the circular motions against her clit brought the blonde closer to her orgasm, waves of pleasure shooting through her. She already began to sweat, and all she could focus on is her sweet, sweet release.
Elsa imagined Cassandra's lustful eyes looking at her so many times; it was almost part of her daily routine now. And if that wasn't enough, wanted to have the young girl between her legs, fucking her, owning herlike she's a lovesick teenager. Her young stud would give it to her nice and fast until she's begging her to stop.
Pumping her fingers wildly, Elsa climaxed with a final scream, reaching her end. "Cass!" She cried her student's name without realizing it, her walls clenching around her fingers. Her digits were drenched with her nectar as she slipped them out with a low moan, already missed the feeling of them being inside.
Her breathing slowly began to calm down as all the energy left her body, feeling completely exhausted and satisfied as she allowed herself to rest on the couch for a little longer. Maybe she'll go for a second round later.
A/N: So, umm, yeah. I hope you liked it. I did everything I could to make it sound sexy.
Fun fact: in the original story, Cassandra's mom was twenty-eight years old when she died. That made her eighteen when she gave birth to Cass. Now she's about thirty-five or thirty-six years old.
Also, I haven't gotten any reviews here yet. Is there anything you would like me to know? Some ideas? Opinions? Anything? Please, don't be so quiet. I hate asking for reviews, but it's hard and depressing to write without them.