A little something for these two.
Touch
It had been bordering on indiscreet the way Elsa had brought Freya to her room. They had slipped away there in the past for some very chaste, very cute, cuddling and hand holding slumbers together. It wasn't the room, the room Elsa spent her sad separation in, she had explained to Freya the first night alone.
This night was not like that night.
"Hurry, Anna might hear us..." Elsa whispered. Freya and Elsa had been skating again, in one of the halls of the castle instead of outside. Elsa had left the impression they were leaving to the courtyard but her desire for tonight meant she led Freya through the palace to an un-regarded hallway. Now she pushed open the door to her room, tugging Freya behind her.
"I'm trying to be as quiet as I can." Freya muttered, there was a lot of distracting heat within her that was making getting to bed more urgent than keeping silent. She was already tugging at her collar, loosening buttons with one hand while the other kept its place at Elsa's hip, well, mostly Elsa's hip.
Elsa kicked the door shut. She had been careful to explain to her sister that a closed door, from now on, meant that Anna really wouldn't want to come in without at least knocking. The privacy aspect had convinced Elsa that sometimes doors did need to close.
"We should be alright. This room is far enough away from Anna's." She spoke with a certain hint of lust. Nerves had been an annoyance the other night but now she knew how things were going to play out. Her eyes raked up and down Freya.
"Well we'll have to get you out of that dress." Freya closed what little gap had formed and began tugging at the fastenings of the fabric Elsa had worn that day. It wasn't quite as fun as removing an ice dress but it still had perks. Like leaning in to nibble at a spot where jaw met neck.
"Do that again." Elsa moaned, Freya complied, her voice when she was like this did things to Freya that were most pleasurable. "Wait..." A hand staid the seeking fingers working to remove the dress. "I want to savour this." Elsa breathed into the neck so close to her mouth. She pulled back and began to undo buttons on the shirt Freya wore.
"This?" Freya questioned, watching slender fingers deftly pull the shirt open and began to draw it away and down her arms.
"This." Elsa said, leaning in to nibble at the spot where neck became chest as she pulled the shirt free and dropped it to the floor.
"Oh. That this. That is a nice this." Freya could feel her knees losing strength again but she kept upright. She had some of her own ideas of how the night was to progress. When Elsa drew back from her to work the belt buckle keeping her from more of Freya, the farrier instead caught her hands. "My turn." She whispered, taking the last clasps free so Elsa's dress fell to the floor.
Today there were petticoats and bustier. Not as dainty as the garments Elsa wore under her ice-clothes. "I must say, this is quite nice." Freya complimented. Just as she only ever had her regular shirts, jerkins and trous (alright, and a dress for special occasions); her vests and knickerbockers were all she had for underneath.
"Dressing and dressing up were some of the few things I could enjoy." Elsa whispered, recalling the calm that came over her when she had layers of fabric between her skin and the air, barriers to her ice and a protection for others. Maybe it was her tone, perhaps it was her words, probably it was both, but Freya guessed the complex emotions running through Elsa's mind.
"I heard from Anna about how you used to dress, the clothes you used to wear. Not an inch of skin below your chin would see the light of day or feel anything but fabric." Freya spoke quietly and stroked a curled finger under Elsa's chin, drawing her gaze up from the low look her memories had prompted. Elsa saw deep care in the emerald regard of her lover. "I have to say I really like your current look."
"Thank you." Elsa blushed at the compliments. It was still strange and exciting to be told something was positive. Especially by someone who had no reason to associate with her but had chosen to do so. "Where do we go next?" She was aware that her sudden slip of melancholy had spoiled the mood.
"Tonight is all about you." Freya said, hand still gently settled under Elsa's chin, keeping the blue eyes focused on hers.
"What do you mean?" There was still the slightest hint of vulnerability in Elsa's voice and it set Freya to embracing her closely. Their bare shoulders touched and Elsa could feel the snowflake mark and tried not to cringe having promised she wouldn't feel guilty about it.
"What I mean is that everything that happens tonight, every word, touch and action is all at your request. It is all for you. I love you and part of that means I want to make you feel good. All the kinds of good." The flinch from Elsa when she said good gave her pause.
"I don't... that word..." Elsa leant her forehead on the bare skin above the neckline of Freya's vest, feeling the warmth and pulse of her partner.
"Okay, that one is noted. I won't say it again, not just yet anyway." Freya kissed the blonde hair below her. "We can stop whenever you like." She'd not meant to upset Elsa. Placing her chin on Elsa's shoulder and pressing her cheek against her neck.
"Not yet. I was looking forward to this." Elsa kissed the forehead so close to her lips. Desire was still there in her core, not halted by the chill of the past. Freya hummed against her skin. Elsa blinked, she could feel the thrum and she looked over.
"I am at your command." Freya said gently. Focusing on lucent blue eyes.
Elsa considered this a moment. Again, the night before had been lust driven with mere moments of shyness. Now, approaching it with knowledge of what was to come, she was less hurried and more curious. Coming to a decision she lifted her hands.
"Kiss me." Elsa loosed her hair, letting the ice that held it in place melt away. Waves of blonde interrupted her vision only for a work-calloused hand to sweep it away and trail along her cheek. Then she is filled with Freya; her vision, her mouth, all her senses focused on the woman. Freya is kissing her deeply and holding her close and drowning out the thoughts calling her to darkness and sadness in so much love. When they parted for breath Elsa is smiling again.
Her hands moved downwards and met the abandoned belt, she had started to pull loose. Deft fingers unfastened it and the weight of the belt and buckle took Freya's trous down.
"Does this mean I get to do this?" Freya asked, plucking at the bindings holding Elsa's petticoat in place. She stepped from the fallen trousers and kicked them away. Cool hands pushed at the bottom of her vest.
"Yes, but I am going to take this away now." Elsa was sounding happy again, more so once the vest was out of the way and dropped to the floor. She was getting a good look at a pair of very appreciable assets of Freya's. Tentatively she reached out a hand to smooth the soft skin, encouraged when Freya made a pleased sound.
"I want to make you happy, please say this is making you happy as I could stand for you being twice as happy." Freya said, her hands were now at Elsa's hips, thumbs running loops up to the lace of her briefs and following them down again. When her partner's other hand joined in she groaned.
"It is making me happy." Elsa said dreamily, she had looked into the old books with their pictures that had confused her and scared her away as a teen after the previous night. Freya really did look plenty like the more robust and athletic of the goddesses and the artists had certainly appreciated breasts as much as she did. Large, soft globes of flesh that yielded to her touch and turned Freya into a most pliable person.
Freya finally stumbled at a more assertive grip from Elsa, fortunately she managed to land on the bed with Elsa still in place. Lying atop her, adding more pressure to the grip that was very invigorating. Freya snaked a hand up a pale thigh onto a very nice rear, it was pleasing to touch.
Then Elsa moved to start nibbling at the skin between Freya's collar bones. "Nuh-ugh" Freya groaned and lifted her other hand to start tracing at Elsa's spine, interrupted by the fabric of the bustier.
"Can you get that undone?" Elsa asked, her breath was cool on Freya's skin, a wonderful contrast to the heat of the bite.
"Mrmph..." Freya was trying to make actual words to reply but wasn't having any luck, Elsa was pressed against her in many interesting ways and her oh so clever hands were dancing. Impatiently she started tugging at the fastenings, realising it took a pinch and a guiding pull to release the clasps one handed. Her other hand was occupied with a firm and delightful rear after all.
"That feels more arousing than it should." Elsa whispered of the movements along her back as the clasps were pulled open.
"Should? Anything you like can be arousing." Freya said, finally releasing the last clasp and pressing her fingertips into the small of her lover's back. Elsa repaid in kind with a long kiss to the spot where Freya's jaw met her neck. "Like that." Freya said in a drawn out sigh.
"This?" Elsa smiled against the warm skin and kissed again. It was very enjoyable and she ran her hands up and down Freya's sides, touching someone in such an intimate way had never entered her mind until she had first kissed the woman who lay under her.
Oh, Elsa had long held the inkling that she desired women, nothing solid but a sort of little thought tucked behind all the fear. Elsa also knew that up until the events of her coronation she had been expected to make some sort of match and produce an heir. The thought of even shaking hands with someone had frightened her so much that it snowed in her bedroom when she considered it.
Though, then, when she had decided that she should quite like to kiss Freya she'd abandoned the fear that prevented touch. After kissing Freya; quite a good many times, Elsa had begun to really let her imagination run free. There had been many a night that had left her wanting, so she had begun to take Freya to bed with her. Hugging and cuddling and falling asleep in the same bed had reassured Elsa there was no risk (Freya trusted her implicitly and never worried about ice magic or harmful touches).
Elsa found her hands had begun to wander down past the waistband of the knickebockers Freya was still wearing and the twin sensations of calloused hands tracing her length had become focused close to her briefs. "Shall we?" She giggled, a little nervous despite it all. The slower pace left more room for enjoyment but also for insecurity.
"But of course." Freya grinned and hooked her thumbs around the final garment Elsa wore. It tickled and Elsa gave a little laugh that ended in a snort.
"Oh goodness look what you made me do!" She was mortified but amused and Freya just laughed too.
"Cute." She tugged at the briefs and moved herself to let Elsa pull the long-legged underwear down too. "Best bit." Freya whispered placing her hands just so, she did like a nice derrière, enough to learn the French for it.
"Mm." Elsa closed her eyes a moment. It was a wonderful and warm feeling to have someone touch her, love her, someone who wasn't afraid even a little bit. "I had never dreamed anyone would touch me, that anyone could touch me. At all."
"I'll have to make up for that." Freya replied, her fingertips began exploring the soft skin beneath them, finding which spots made Elsa gasp or hum, which places when caressed caused her to arch or shiver with pleasure.
Eventually it was Elsa lying on the bed, Freya above her still trying to ensure every inch of skin had been touched. Freya leaned in, her hair fell around them. "Still with me?" It had seemed caresses and taps had brought Elsa closer and closer to ecstasy than Freya had expected.
"Still here. Oh I love you." Elsa managed to say.
"That's good. I have something else to try see." Freya said close to a pale ear.
The warm breath whispered by and Elsa was at a loss to articulate how she felt, how eager she was to find out what was next. Lips touched upon hers and she thrust her tongue through, putting a hand upon a cheek to hold them in place.
"Eager aren't we?" Freya said after her escape. "I still have something for you."
Elsa was disappointed when the face of her lover moved aside. Only for a moment though, the kisses returned and began a trail across her shoulders and downwards. Ever downwards, when Freya's lips brushed her naval, Elsa put a hand to the black curls. "Are you alright?" Freya looked up immediately.
"I'm fine, fine. Are you sure you want to continue in this way?" Elsa's voice was breathy as she struggled to control herself, not her ice, but her body. She was tiptoeing along an edge she had reached for the first time the other night. On the brink of something wonderful. But she did not wish Freya to do anything she did not want to do.
"I want to Elsa. I really, really want to." Freya punctuated her certainty with a few caresses to a specific area, Elsa arched her back at the touch.
"Aah Ha ah... Alright." Elsa held onto the brink. If what she suspected was to happen, she really wanted to let it happen while she was in a state to enjoy it.
"I will not do anything you don't want me to." Freya said, her breath was hot against Elsa's core. "Do you want me to do this?"
"Yes." Elsa almost sobbed out. "Yes, I want it." Just as she could enjoy the experience more now, her emotions were freed further than they had last night. Lust had pushed everything aside in that first rush, but now the dam was broken.
"Then I shall give." Freya said, kissing the inside of Elsa's thigh, right then left, before finally lavishing attention on the slick heat. Tracing her tongue across hot skin, tasting Elsa to a chorus of gasps and cries.
Finding a little bundle with her tongue tip, Freya drew it between her lips and Elsa gasped out a sharp cry. Her whole body quivered and shook, Freya carried on as she had.
A soft hiccuping sob stopped her.
"Elsa?" Freya sat back up, worried she had caused hurt to her beloved. Tears were streaking down flushed cheeks, her freckles clear to see. "Elsa? Love, are you alright?" Freya sat beside her and held her still shaking form.
Elsa sniffed and nodded. "I- you are so wonderful, I love you." In truth the experience had been so intense her emotions had run unfettered, bringing the tears. "That was something I never expected. It was so much at once. I'm happy."
"Oh." Freya felt her worry leave, Elsa was not upset or hurt. She cuddled the other woman close. "Can I just hold you now?" She whispered. It felt good to hold the smaller form so close, to be there for her love.
"Don't let me go." Elsa replied, settling her head against Freya's chest.
Even as they both fell asleep, Freya did not loose her hold. Together on Elsa's bed until morning came.
Thought I would update this side story, one that fits in after that first night.