This has some light smut and now to the raising of the rating.

Also to the two guest reviews: thanks, I'm glad you've liked it so far, I hope you continue to enjoy it :D

Elsa stopped in the kitchen doorway.

Everything seemed to narrow. The humming intensified, the smell of chicken and rice, the red hair tied back, the nude butt shaking to the tune of… nude butt?

Ah, all of Elsa's senses were narrowing on the beautiful nude ass sticking out from the apron that apparently had nothing but smooth skin beneath it. Elsa really, really liked how the apron strings played over her wife's lower back.

Elsa leaned back against the door frame and let the erratic tune wash over her. A smile spread across her face, the tension drained from her shoulders, and the CEO of Arendelle Corp. let herself become just Elsa again.

She watched as Anna speared a chicken thigh and move it to a plate, her entire body moved to her humming. Anna embraced music like Elsa embraced architecture. The cooking had not come so smoothly though. Over many, many, many cooking lessons Anna had slowly learned that some patience and concentration were necessary for a well cooked meal.

Elsa had watched, grimacing through a few too many burned entrees, as Anna grew. She'd flowered out, now that Anna had a definite skill she was more confident. Confident enough to wear an apron and nothing else. Elsa loved it all, how Anna ran head long into the world and hoped everything would turn out well. And for Anna, it generally did.

Anna stirred the rice once more and turned around to see Elsa lounging in the doorway with a wonderfully relaxed smile on her face.

"Ah! Welcome home! I didn't hear you come in." She shut off the stove with a flick of the wrist and walked over to Elsa with a smile.

Elsa smiled back and held out her arms to entice Anna into a hug, "Well, I would've said something if I hadn't seen a particularly lovely section of meat in front of me."

Anna stopped her advance and frowned, "And for that, you can wait till after dinner. It's ready now, sit down."

Elsa grinned. She liked this confident Anna, she liked the shy Anna that still lurked around, she liked the joining of the two, or perhaps she just liked Anna. Anyway, she sat down as Anna directed her.

"So, it's garlic herb chicken with wild rice and green beans," Anna plated the gorgeous looking meal and sat a plate down in front of Elsa.

"Mmh, looks delicious."

"Elsa! The food, not me."

"Mmmh," Elsa wrapped an arm around Anna's waist and pulled her onto her lap. Anna let out a little squawk and immediately tried to push back onto her feet.

"Elsa, dang it, food first, jeez I didn't go through all this trouUU- damn it Elsa! Listen to me!" Elsa didn't stop grinning as she palmed that wonderful ass that tantalized her so. Neither did she stop lavishing Anna's neck with open-mouthed kisses.

"Mmmh, but," Another kiss and her hand slid to untie Anna's hair, "what if," a gentle pull had Anna suppressing a groan, "we died," hands fisted in Elsa's shirt as she played with the apron strings, "before we," a hand slipped up Anna's thigh causing a noticeable hitch in her breathing, "got to desert?"

Anna was splayed out on Elsa's lap, one of Elsa's arms securely around her waist while the other drew slow circles in Anna's pubic hair. Elsa's mouth was quite preoccupied in attempting to free Anna of her need for oxygen.

"We're not- ah- going to –mmh- die tonight – fuck you can waa-ah ah- t." Elsa grinned, she slipped her fingers past Anna's lips to find them more than just moist. Anna trembled on top of her, Elsa was addicted to this.

"I may be able to wait, but can you?" Then, just because she could, Elsa drew her hands and lips back and watched as Anna's body followed. Oh, she may not be able to wait after that.

Anna caught her breath and glared at the woman she sat upon, "Is that a challenge?"

Elsa smirked and quirked an eyebrow, "Not one you can win, but yes."

Anna's eyes flared and Elsa knew the game was on. What fun, what a way to come home.

Tomorrow's 'Stay Strong' will be a continuation of this. It's going to be so good.