Thought I would try something a little different with this one.
Elsa isn't sure which is better; waking up wrapped in a warm embrace with a slightly taller – slightly broader figure wrapped around her. The sensation of a rising and falling chest against her back a continual reminder she isn't alone. Or waking to a chin settled on her head, her head resting on a strong shoulder or buried into smooth skin and in a mutual hold, a cascade of curly black hair settled around them. Or, a smooth and strong back, delectable and tempting, peering out from the black tresses and begging to be caressed, tickled, kissed, licked, tasted, bitten.
One thing Elsa knows for sure though; waking up with company is superior to waking alone. To feel loved and protected, wanted and not feared. Purely for someone to remain so close to her was forever something she had never dreamed could happen. However she first woke, she soon would smile contentedly even if demands of her station required her to rise.
Freya can never decide which is best; waking with Elsa pulled close in her arms, every inch of her against her like a missing puzzle piece. Knees upon knees, hip to hip, Elsa's back pushed against her and her head nestled beneath her chin. Or waking up with her partner curled against her, a pale haired head pillowed on her shoulder and slim arm laid across her middle, the slightest trace of breathe caressing her shoulder. Or, to the sight of a sleeping figure, her face serene, her hair anything but and no trace of the Queenly mask. The trace of sunlight teasing at the slight dusting of freckles across her nose and her slightly pink lips turned up in a dreaming smile.
All Freya could be sure of was that waking with her dearest love was better than waking alone. The complicated mix of emotions that it would give rise to, desire and lust, concern and care, love and contentedness, they were all welcome. Whatever greeted her when she woke, Freya would smile fondly for her good fortune and the great love she had found.
Often times one would wake after the other had risen. Royal duties could take Elsa away earlier than she wished to force Freya up. Freya could wake and find sleep escaped her and she would leave for the training yard to practice and exercise. There would be evidence enough, however, of the former presence of a partner. A warmth to the sheets that Elsa could never muster and the scent of Freya mingled with the laundry soap used to clean the bedding. Or for Freya, a delightful coolness to the pillow that only Elsa could ever leave and the wonderful mixture of mint, chocolate and the smell-after-rain that her partner wore like a cloak.
Whoever woke first, the other would find them soon enough. Freshening up and dressing alone moved faster without teasing touches and titillating whispers as they each tried to distract the other.
Elsa would walk the palace with regality befitting a Queen and enter her study or the library. There would often be work to do, sat upon the desk behind which so many monarchs had undertaken the actual technical aspects of ruling. Absorbed in these royal tasks until an aide collected her for breakfast.
On the few days where the work was limited or completed then books would beckon her to while some time reading before breakfast. It would never take longer than an hour for Freya to find her. She would take a seat in the study and leaf through a book or the planner for the day, or sit beside Elsa in the library with her latest reading selection and a comfortable shoulder for the Queen to lay her head on.
Freya would quick-step her way to the training yard clad in the loose shirt and pantaloons she liked best to exercise in or have under the practice armour. Sometimes other guard officers would be in the marked practice areas and she would kit-up and spar with them, using the odd left-handed style she developed to counter her damaged shoulder. Other times, alone, she would go through drills. Always keeping in mind just who she was practicing to protect. She would be rather involved in whatever training practice she was performing and always when she finished Elsa would be in attendance.
With company of other officers they would bow to their Queen on her viewing balcony and receive her polite applause and remarks, her slight smile. Stand to attention and be dismissed formally to change and report for official duty. Alone, Freya preferred alone, when no one else was around, Elsa would enter the training area silently and position herself to interrupt Freya's drills by standing in the way. Freya would halt quickly and chastise her lover for the dangerous act while playful kisses were pressed to the damp skin of her neck and collar-bone and teasing rebuttals were given to her words.
Elsa would demand tutelage in swordplay or footwork for the remainder of Freya's practice. A new dance would begin, one that skirted the boundary of polite behaviour mixed with good humoured one-upmanship that if discovered would turn into the raucous female laughter that so unnerved those men who encountered it. Then they would take leave of each other politely, Freya to bathe and dress, and meet at the breakfast table with secret smiles that annoyed Anna.
Neither minded who woke first and who sought the other. Both options were enjoyable for them. The silent companionship that spoke of their bond as they sat and shared space in the study or library, close and cosy or simply within sight of each other. Otherwise there was the pride Freya felt at her display of ability against a lifelong soldier in view of the woman she protected while Elsa had to keep control on her want as she watched her partner exert herself in displays of physicality. Or better, the flirty closeness that stirred desire in their bodies as they danced about a training drill, laughing and teasing as best friends should, occasionally dipping below the line of polite behaviour to send a thrill through their bodies.
Whatever morning would bring, it was always better to have the other around or near.
Yes, waking up was always better when there was someone you shared your life with.
So, might do more like this one at some point. It was just an idea I had.