Author's Note: The Return of the Smut.
The two watched the credits, filled with a sense of accomplishment and victory. They had saved the day. They were the greatest warriors to ever live. They had beaten Golden Axe. "There's two sequels if you want to play those too," Kristoff grinned.
"Hell yeah!" Elsa responded, finally good at a video game. If only Anna could see her now. The thought stole the wind from her sails. She winced. "In a bit. Let's go get food and beer."
"All right, usual place? My treat," Kristoff said, getting up. "Actually, we might want to shower first," he said, as he stood up, and saw how bad they both looked. "You kinda reek of vodka, Else."
She glanced down at herself, then over at him. "You're not looking so great yourself," she acknowledged.
"Well, it's a great thing this place has two showers. We leave in thirty minutes, go get ready." Elsa grabbed her suitcase from her car, and did as she was instructed.
An hour later, they hit the road. Kristoff was driving, though he had had to move Elsa's car out of the way first. He didn't trust her to drive in her emotional state. One random thought of Anna and they could both die. Kristoff immediately realized how messed up that idea was, considering how Elsa had ended up in the foster system to begin with. He hated himself just a little for it.
When they arrived, the place was packed. It took over an hour for their wings to finally arrive, and they'd gone through three beers apiece while they waited. Once the wings arrived, Elsa dove into them like she hadn't eaten in a year, smearing sauce all over herself. Apparently whatever magic powers kept her safe from the evil ways of wing sauce had abandoned her. When they finished their basket, she was even messier than Kristoff. It was at this moment that Meg appeared.
"Well, Elsa, you certainly look different," the brunette remarked with a giggle. Elsa had never noticed how attractive the woman was, not that she had ever noticed her in the first place. She was wearing a low cut purple blouse, with a black skirt that stopped just before her knees. It made Elsa think of just how lovely and accessible she looked.
Elsa was wearing her usual jeans and a t-shirt. This one had once been a white shirt advertising Evil Dead the Musical, but wing sauce had dyed it in several places. Elsa wiped at her face. "Hey, Meg, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Well, you actually remember my name this time, I'm impressed. Finally get that girl off your mind?" the brunette inquired, sitting next to the blonde. Kristoff eyed them suspiciously then turned his attention to his phone, staring at it intently.
Elsa's finger traced Meg's thigh. She was giving in to herself, decency be damned. "She's the farthest thing from my mind," she lied. "How could I think of anyone else when I have someone so tantalizing here?"
Meg was a bit alarmed, but she had been crushing on the other girl for more than a year. She wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by, no matter how strange it seemed. "I like the new you," she said, placing a single kiss on Elsa's neck. It stirred new thoughts in Elsa's mind, actually knocking her obsession of of its rightful perch. When Meg returned from her slow voyage to Elsa's throat, she looked up at the blonde hungrily. Elsa returned the gaze.
"Kristoff, you don't mind, right?" Elsa asked, getting up to leave.
"But," Kristoff hesitated, "Golden Axe?"
"Later, I'll be back," Elsa bid him farewell, leaving with the older woman. Kristoff stared after them in shock. "So, Meg, why don't you take me back to your place?"
Meg grinned, walking the blonde to her car. Elsa promptly pushed her up against it, kissing down her neck. She so desperately needed the release. Meg whimpered, the blonde's kisses shooting through her like lightning. She had dreamed of this for so long. The two drove off, Meg barely able to focus on the road for Elsa's hands exploring her body. Any confusion over what was causing this strange behavior had completely fled from her mind in response to the younger woman's touch.
When they arrived at her apartment, she nervously led Elsa inside. She hadn't cleaned up in a while and didn't want Elsa thinking less of her. It was a fairly unremarkable place. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink, an unmade bed, a few clothes on the floor, no real decorations aside from a print of Van Gogh's Starry Night. There was a small brown table surrounded by boring brown chairs, a grey couch with an average sized TV. There was no shrine to Elsa and the whole place had the faint aroma of potpourri. It was more than sufficient for Elsa's rather demanding need. She was very optimistic that this could take her mind off of her sister. Her beautiful, freckled sister.
Elsa shook her head, kissing Meg passionately. She raked her fingernails down the brunette's back through her shirt. A growl emanated from her lips into Meg's.
Meg let out another whimper, her eyes glazing over as she looked longingly at the woman she had been dreaming of for the past year. "The bedroom's just this way," she offered, trying to take the lead.
Elsa picked her up with surprising strength and set her on the counter. "Why wait?" she asked, lips finding the older girl's flesh again. Her teeth sank into Meg's neck and Meg let out a loud moan. Elsa finally released her neck, kissing down her collar bone, as her fingers traced up her thigh, under the short skirt, to find what she expected to be panties. Instead Elsa's fingers were greeted by more skin and a delicious wetness. Meg was clearly very excited.
Elsa stopped her kissing and used her free hand to help Meg out of her shirt, her other hand waiting at the very peak of Meg's thighs, not going any further. Meg's hips thrust forward without her consent. She was so desperate for the blonde's touch she couldn't even think. "Tsk tsk tsk," Elsa chided her. "Good things come for those who wait." Elsa's mouth explored the new area of skin that she had exposed, sliding over surprisingly plump breasts for such a slight frame. The brunette writhed and pleaded. Elsa ignored her, taking her time and exploring every inch of her new toy.
Eventually, Elsa's mouth found her way back to the older girl's nipple. Her teeth met the pink peak and Meg almost screamed, her entire body shaking against the blonde. "Please," she begged, thrusting repeatedly against Elsa's hand.
"Almost time," Elsa promised, "Stay patient." Her mouth had not left Meg's breast, and the words caused her tongue to do interesting things that made the poor brunette moan all the more. Elsa's teeth returned to her throat, biting down again, hard enough to leave a mark. Just as Meg started to cry out, Elsa's fingers finally proceeded. She merely grazed the outside, but it was enough for Meg's eyes to glaze over. Her thumb found Meg's clit and she started to slowly trace circles around it. Meg shook against her in ecstasy, moaning her name, begging for more. Elsa ignored her, her thumb continuing to trace circles, agonizingly slowly, as her lips explored more of the older girl's body.
Meg could barely contain herself. This was more than she had ever dared to dream. The beautiful blonde was giving her exactly what she had always wanted and it felt amazing. She shook again as Elsa's lips found a particularly tender spot. At long last, Elsa's head pulled back, piercing blue eyes staring into Meg's, and two fingers slid inside of her. She came instantly, her hips rocking against the blonde's hand.
Elsa released her and Meg slid off the counter, her head colliding with the younger girl's crotch. Fortunately, this was exactly where she wanted to be, and she desperately ripped off Elsa's pants. The blonde looked down approvingly, not moving an inch. Meg's lips and tongue found the sweet taste of the younger girl, and she lapped and sucked at it hungrily. Elsa had to hold herself up by the counter. Meg certainly knew what she was doing. She was better than – Elsa shook her head, focusing on the brunette.
Elsa's playing with Meg had insured that she was already incredibly turned on and the brunette's tongue made quick work of her. Within a minute her eyes were watering and her hips were bucking against the older girl as she reached completion. Her mind was finally empty, this was exactly what she was looking for, and yet still, even in the mental void of climax, she could see Anna's smile. It hurt.