Note: I FINALLY finished this silly scene! It took months, but from here on out the updates should be pretty regular. I actually only have a few more to write (most of them are already written). Anyway... enjoy!

The moonlight spilled through the big glass windows of the bedroom door, coloring the room in a soft white light. Even though it was two o'clock in the morning, Kristoff couldn't sleep. He just stared at the beautiful girl in his arms, needing to get his fill of her in the time he had left. She was heading back home in the morning and planning to to meet her sister Elsa for brunch. That meant he only had another eight hours with her before she was gone from his life forever. It may have been pathetic, but didn't want to waste a second of her.

He slid his hand up and down her arm, feeling the silken texture under his fingertips and marveling at the fact that he had had her to himself for two weeks. Two weeks! If that was all he ever had, he should be thankful, right? Two weeks of Anna was like years of any other woman. She was so bright and alive, so vibrant and colorful. It was no wonder she was an artist, he couldn't imagine her being able to express herself fully in any other vocation. She shined like those splashes of color on her canvas. And every word she spoke hummed with vibrancy. He really should be thankful for these two weeks, but he couldn't be. It was like dangling a carrot in front of him and then taking it away. It was cruel and it hurt.

Not that he wouldn't have given a good many things in order to do it all over again. If it was a choice between having met Anna and experienced what life with her was like, or never having met her at all? Being hers for even a day would have been worth it.

His fingers moved from her arm to her hip, tracing the curve of it and feeling his arousal grow. She didn't even have to do anything special to turn him on, just running his fingers over her body was enough… just looking at the way her body was curved and shaped was enough. No other girl he knew had little dimples at the base of her spine, or had those freckles covering their body that drove him wild. No one else was Anna, which meant that no one else would ever really do. It was too bad he had met the one girl who seemed out of his reach.

When his fingertips moved from her hip to her stomach, Anna's eyes fluttered sleepily and she yawned. "Mmm, Kristoff?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with a fist. "What time is it?"

"Still early, a little after two," he admitted softly, his voice soothing her back to sleep. "I'm sorry if I woke you up."

"Can't you sleep?" she asked, looking over at his pillow and frowning at the lack of indentation.

"I'm not tired," he lied. He was exhausted, but he couldn't imagine sleeping away his last few hours with her. He figured he would sleep after she left and before Sven came to check out the cottage with him. He would crash on the couch… the bed would seem far too empty without her to share it with.

A slow smile came over her face, lighting up her eyes and bringing a curl to her lips. "I'm sure that I can help you with that," she whispered seductively.

Who was he to argue? This would be the only chance he had left to enjoy her deliciously perfect body. This would be his last chance to enjoy making love to the girl of his dreams. "If you insist," he teased, but by the way her lips pulled up even more, he knew that she didn't believe his reticence for a minute.

She pulled him down to her, their lips meeting in a touch as soft and tender as any moment they had shared together. Her fingers slid into his hair and she let out a sigh of pleasure as his own hand slid down to wrap around the curve of her hip that he had been admiring. As it was a warm night they had gone to bed naked, and there was only a sheet separating them… and that was easily disposed of.

For several long moments he just drank in the sight of her skin in the moonlight, the way she seemed like an otherworldly being. She was absolute perfection and for a few more hours she was all his. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with such awe you could almost believe it was the first time he had seen her this way instead of the last. Or maybe this is the way he would always see her, with eyes filled with wonder at the beauty before him. It was certainly the way he would always remember her.

Tears filled her eyes at his words. "You're just saying that because it's our last night toget…"

He cut her off by pressing his fingers to her lips. "Do you really want to think about that right now?" he asked her. She shook her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks before she hastily rubbed them away. "I want to make one last memory with you. Don't think about tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, drying her eyes quickly. "I'll try."

He gave her a tender smile and then dropped his head to the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent as his lips brushed across her collarbone. Her skin was so soft, so sweetly perfumed. He was never going to be able to catch the scent of milk and honey again without her coming to his mind- swallowed in bubble bath in the tub or just lying in his arms like this. Hell, who was he kidding? He was never going to stop thinking about her, milk and honey scent or not.

Unable to say the words in his head and his heart, he instead focused all of his attention on lavishing as much attention on her as he could fit into what little time he had left.

It wasn't the same as the other nights they had spent together. Hot passion had given way to bittersweet romance. He wanted to memorize her every curve and movement, so he would never forget how she felt and looked tonight. He wanted to touch and kiss every part of her, to paint his love onto the canvas of her body. This time, he was the artist.

Anna's slender fingers twined with his as their bodies pressed together. Their joining was gentle and beautiful, and for just a moment, their souls became one, and nothing else existed in his universe except for her.

As their breathing returned to a normal rhythm, Kristoff tried to extricate his fingers from hers, but Anna closed her hand, trapping him. She pressed her forehead against his chest, and her shoulders started to heave. When the first drops of her tears hit his skin, he swallowed hard. He hadn't known he could feel this kind of loss and he knew… he knew that Anna felt it too.

How was he going to let her go?