A/N: I've said it twice now, but here's one last warning. Content turns to 'M' here.
Disclaimer: Frozen is copyright to Disney
Chapter VIII: "... Or else it gets the hose again."
When she pulled into her driveway, Anna all but sprinted from her truck into the house. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so much sexual tension. She discarded her coat by the front door and headed up the stairs, losing her t-shirt, shoes and socks in the hall. Kicking the bathroom door shut behind her, she fumbled in an attempt to simultaneously undo her pants and adjust the temperature of the water.
She dropped her jeans and panties in one fell swoop, tongue poking out from the corner of her lips as she reached behind her to release the clasp of her bra. Tossing the garment aside with one hand, she lifted the stopper on the faucet with the other, and the shower came on.
Anna leapt into the stream and slung the curtain shut, only giving herself a moment to soak before hastily setting her hands on her hips, squeezing firmly and allowing her palms to glide upward over her flanks and ribcage. Sucking her teeth, she shut her eyes, heart rate beginning to pick up the pace. With her hands gliding back down her water-slick sides, she hesitated to call up the thought of Elsa, but the worry was cast aside when she trailed her fingertips up her lightly-toned abdomen; now it was Elsa touching her.
The redhead bit her lower lip with unusual force when she groped at her breasts, shuddering with want as she tried to guess at what it might be like for the blonde's mouth to be at her neck, devouring her. A needy whimper slipped from her throat as her imagination ran away on her again, careening out of control. In her minds eye, Elsa pushed her back against the wall, pinning her bodily, so she turned and pressed her back against the tiles, their cold temperature causing her to arch into her palms.
Anna pawed at her chest a bit more roughly, tweaking her nipples with a hiss between her teeth. "Elsa," she pleaded breathily to the humid air, "touch... please..." She hiccuped a gasp as she lowered one hand to drag her nails along her thigh and hip. Tilting her head back, she finally allowed for the exploratory hand to cup her sex, sighing in relief as a digit slipped between her folds, hips rocking forward against her palm.
"Sweet friction, at last!"
Anna's blood was boiling, skin flushed pink from her chest to her ears. She was so freakin' hot and smothered, and all she could think of Elsa's naked form from the night before, curvaceous, lean, and pale. The mental image of "flawlessly" sculpted pelvic and abdominal muscles sprung to her mind, followed by the woman's toned thighs. She wouldn't mind those thighs hugging her head.
The redhead groaned, taking the plunge and arching her back from the wall, "Elsa!"
"So close. Soclose, soclose. Come on."
And then the sound of the front door slamming shut carried to the bathroom, barely audible over the shower. Anna froze.
"No."
"Anna?" Olaf's voice echoed up the hall from the foot of the stairs.
"Fffffffffffffff-"
From the end of the hall, Olaf heard a roar of a scream, Anna's voice echoing with fury. The man flinched.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
The magic was gone. Anna sighed bitterly. It was going to be a long day.
Flipping the water to cold, she washed up in a hurry, leaving Olaf awkwardly standing in the living room, peeking up the corridor. When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, he opened his mouth to speak, but was halted by the girl holding up a hand to silence him and walking in the direction of her room. It took several more minutes for her to resurface, looking slightly less grumpy than before. Only slightly.
Anna walked down past Olaf, running a brush through her hair, "Okay, what's up?"
The dark haired man stared at the redhead's back, agape, "What do you mean, 'what's up'? You haven't answered your phone in a week!"
The girl's step faltered, the amount of time she had been absent sinking in. It certainly hadn't seemed that long. Of course, for a good portion of it, she'd been certifiably loony, so who was she to judge how many days had passed?
When she didn't say anything, Olaf closed the few steps between them to shake her by the shoulders, eyeing her carefully for any signs of harm, "Where were you?"
Upon being shaken, Anna shook her head as if clearing out cobwebs, "Oh. I was with El-" The redhead abruptly stopped, sucking her teeth. Her best friend's eyes grew wide. Could she tell Olaf about what had happened? Probably better not to, but still. Now he'd get the wrong-
"Elsa? You were with Elsa?" He gasped as if the news were controversial, "The woman you called 'creepy' when they invited us to lunch?"
The redhead looked away from him as she headed for the dining room, resuming brushing her hair. She didn't want to outright lie to him. "Yeah, I was." she answered hesitantly.
There was a beat of silence, and Anna dreaded to look the man in the eye. Again, her nature betrayed herself, and she couldn't help looking. The man was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Sooooo," he slipped his hands into his pockets as he rocked on his heels, watching the girl take a seat at the table, "You're into creepy now?"
"Goddamnit. -The wrong idea," she finished the thought with some delay. She knew he was going to take it that way, and she couldn't tell him otherwise. "Don't be stupid," she tipped her chair back on it's rear legs, tossing her brush onto the table, "I'm not gay. She and Kristoff are just nice, that's all. I needed a break from monotony."
Olaf arched a brow, expression incredulous, removing his hands from his pockets to cross his arms over his chest. Anna looked at anything but Olaf, tucking her hands behind her head in an overcompensating manor, trying to prove she was aloof about the subject. If the burning in her face was any indication, however, she was already caught.
Her friend simply continued to stare at her suspiciously and she squirmed uncomfortably under his close scrutiny.
"Okay, so maybe I'm a little jealous of her."
Olaf tilted his head to turn his ear toward her, showing he was listening.
"She's um," Anna pursed her lips, letting her chair drop back onto four legs and laying her head on the table, peering at him past her arm as she stretched them out in front of her, "Kinda cool, actually. And interesting." A beat. "And really ridiculously good looking." Her gaze turned away thoughtfully.
Olaf's smug smile returned and he leaned back a bit, rocking on his heels again, "Yeaaah, that's not jealousy."
"Shut. Up!"
"Very convincing argument."
Anna's head snapped up off the table and she scowled at him. "Stop it, I'm not-"
"First of all, what is your aversion to the idea of being gay?" The man was taking some personal offense. "Second of all, I didn't say you are. But it's pretty obvious that you like Els-"
"Oh my God! Don't freakin' say it!" Anna threw her hands up in an agitated gesture, shooting up from her seat as she tried to command away the furious blush that had grown on her face; half out of embarrassment, half out of anger.
Olaf paused for a moment. The redhead heaved a sigh and flopped back into her seat. Finally, her friend relented and moved to take a seat in the chair adjacent to Anna, "Fine, I'll let it go."
"Thank you," Anna mumbled without full sincerity.
"Anyways, the general store called. They've got our monthly, and we need to pick it up soon, or they'll give it away."
The girl relaxed a bit, looking a little less miffed, "That time already?"
Olaf rolled his eyes, smiling in a much more friendly manner than before, "You ask me that every month. Weather says that a heat wave is rolling in tomorrow though."
"Moving bails of hay in the middle of a scorcher. Peachy."
"Don't bitch, you need the exercise after a week of impromptu vacationing."
With a shake of her head, Anna objected, "Look, I need a day to readjust. Day after tomorrow?"
Her best friend eyed her again. "Well," he mulled it over, "Alright, but if they give away our stuff, you have to do the long drive to get what we need."
Anna agreed, and Olaf chastised her once more for neglecting to answer her phone before leaving. So, Anna wanted to be difficult? That was fine. Olaf could find a way to work with that, and an extra day just gave him more time to come up with a plan.
For the remainder of the day, Anna cleaned up around the house, throwing out any bad food from the fridge, running a load of laundry, and mopping the floors. She needed a distraction to take her mind off of the last twenty-four hours. Her poor brain could only handle so much stress, after all, and the mindless chores allowed her to air out her thoughts, which she hoped would enable her to more rationally think the situation over the next day; and disregard her sexual frustration, which was still pestering her.
By eight in the evening she was laid out on the couch, catching a nap as the TV chattered quietly in the background. Once again, she had failed to think things through, and on came the dreams. Teeth. Sharp teeth.
"Oh."
It was Elsa. Anna had heard the phrase "wolfish" to describe a look before but had never seen it herself, but there it was. Elsa smirking. Wolfishly. The redhead could feel her heart pounding. She wasn't sure what surface she was perched on, but Elsa looked tall and sharp standing over her. Golden eyes smoldered with lust, and Anna bit her lip (a habit that seemed to form in the presence of the woman), torn between fear and arousal.
And then those pearly whites were scraping at her thigh, Elsa kneeling between the girls knees with a firm grip on either ankle to hold her still.
"Danger!Danger!Danger!" the primitive part of her brain screamed.
Anna slid a hand into Elsa's platinum blonde locks and tugged firmly. Elsa groaned, opening her mouth to reveal the jagged canines of the monster, rivulets of blood dripping from them.
"Soclose-closeclose-soclose!" Anna's hormones raged in contrast to her instinctual terror.
Elsa bit down on her thigh just below where it joined her hip, teeth shearing into flesh.
Anna gasped, eyes snapping open, freezing when she realized she was laying passed out on the sofa. She was right on the edge. The girl exhaled slowly, making another futile attempt to calm her irate libido.
"This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought."
Climbing into bed to sleep it off only served to worsen the issue, the dream repeating with small variations. She attempted to do as she planned the next day and ponder on what she had learned over the last week, but at every turn, images of Elsa sprung to mind. Lewd images. Plus, Olaf was right about the heat wave. It was stifling. By the time "the day after tomorrow" rolled around, Anna was downright irritable.
She waited for her best friend on the front porch early in the morning, clutching a thermos of coffee and looking every bit as petulant as she felt. One would think her mood couldn't get much more sour.
That was until she realized, when Olaf was pulling up in his large flatbed that rattled and groaned, that somebody was in the passenger side, where she usually sat.
"Is that... Kristoff?"
Slowly, her eyes widened. Yes. It was Kristoff.
"No. He wouldn't."
From around the back of the cab, Elsa leaned out of the bed of the truck and waved casually to the redhead.
Yes, actually. He would.
The man had recruited the cousins to help them load and unload hay.
Anna saw red.