WARNING: Chapter is highly NSFW (spoilers: cunnilingus, foot worship, breast worship, through-the-clothes action). Enjoy!
CHAPTER TEN
Even though she had already been a little apprehensive and nervous, Anna felt a sudden surge of nausea ripple through her stomach. Not the bad kind, just one of sheer shock and excitement. This definitely seemed like it was going to lead somewhere fun. But she forced herself not to jump to any conclusions; Elsa had made it clear she wanted to keep things familial until she graduated. She couldn't assume. Not anything, nothing at all.
"H-hey," she whispered as she walked toward the voice, trying to move slow. Her room wasn't that messy, but with her shoe she felt a Pepsi can knocked to the side, a magazine. Deciding it was safer, she kicked off her sneakers so she could better feel where she was going. "How's it hanging?"
The voice of her mother laughed softly. "Radical, amiga." It only sounded a little sarcastic.
"Good. Um… so what's up? Did you want… me to come over there?"
"Duh. Like, what else would I want from my girlfriend?"
Her mind went white for a few seconds. At first, she thought she might have been having a stroke or passing out, but it only took a brief shake of her head to reorient herself. Girlfriend! This was crazy, but she also felt her heart racing ahead of her, delighted that this was happening. Whatever it was.
"Y-yeah, sure! I mean… of course." Her hands felt along the bed as she tried to make sure she wouldn't hurt Elsa when she climbed onto it. Then she felt skin, but… it was partly covered by fabric. In thin, slick strips. "What's this?"
"Your Christmas present," Elsa purred. Anna felt lightheaded. And giddy. Every nerve seemed to light up with only the sound of Elsa's voice and the merest suggestion of anything… fun.
And then the smell hit her. That, more than anything, had her warping back to 1985 and unable to return because, "Is that… Love's Baby Soft?" she asked softly. Incredulously.
"Yeah! Someone bought it for me, even though I asked for Calvin Klein." She snorted, but there was a smile in her voice, and it seemed like it only grew when she continued, "Now, are you going to kiss me, or do I need to turn the light on?"
The playful threat seemed to be a not-so-subtle way of checking if this was okay without breaking character, and it was a touch Anna appreciated only because it fit so well with everything Elsa was about. Always watching and caring – regardless of the role she was in, or the capacity of control she had. This was something she wanted to do, and Anna was more than happy to oblige. It would be a complete and utter lie to say that she wasn't interested.
So, leaning forward, she kissed Elsa. Or, she tried to. Blindfolded, she actually undershot the mark, falling somewhere between Elsa's chest and her shoulder. It still had her sorta-girlfriend letting out a thick gasp.
"Well, I did kiss you," she hedged in a whisper. "Just… not on your mouth?"
"You did. Can you find your way up here now?" The way of speaking was a little different. It took until her lips had reached Elsa's jawline for her to realise she sounded more like the Elsa of the past. The differences were pretty slight, but enough that she noticed.
"Here I am," she whispered as she reached her chin. "Is… can I kiss you?"
"Please."
Far be it from her to turn down a request like that. It was everything from 1985 that Anna had been trying so hard to forget: passion, and desire, and tenderness, and sweetness. Heat mixed with comfort. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and not just with a younger version of her.
This time, she really was kissing her own mother. Elsa McFly, the woman who gave birth to her - even if not the exact same version who raised her for the past couple of decades. It should have been disgusting, or made her want to cry, but she didn't; she wanted to sing. This Elsa, the one she met in the past and had grown up to be such a vibrant, exciting woman, was more or less her ideal. And they fit together flawlessly. Seamlessly.
After the first few minutes, she finally drew back. "Well okay, Elsa. Merry Christmas to ME."
"Totally," she giggled. Her mother, giggling! Like Elsa had in the past. "To me, too. God, Tori… you're a total babe."
"Yeah, sure… if you say so." Her hands slid up and down Elsa's sides, feeling the ribbons that covered her. A literal present. She wondered what colour they would be if she could see them. "Mmm… so you're my Christmas gift? All of you?"
"All of me…" Elsa whispered. "If you want it."
Perhaps she was expecting Anna to untie the knots – and Anna definitely planned on doing that at some stage. But first she wanted to have a little fun. Elsa probably did too, all things considered. So Anna just kissed her again, slow and sweet while she ran a hand over her body. It followed the lines of the ribbon, across Elsa's arms and down her chest and–
"Oh my god are you naked?" Anna hissed. What if- what if… "What if my mom walked in on us like this?"
She felt Elsa grin beneath her lips, though she wasn't sure if it was the surprise or the question that was funnier. "That's why I locked the door. Now, for the love of God, Tori, please hurry up. I love you but I'm about two seconds away from just dealing with my needs on my own, y'know?"
"Nuh-uh-uh," she sang, grinning right back. "You're mine. So that means I get to decide when to… open you up."
The way Elsa shivered beneath her was breathtaking, and despite her words Anna knew she wouldn't last long either. Therefore, she began kissing her way down Elsa's body, savouring the taste. The feel. She honestly felt like she could have been in 1985 – in Elsa's bedroom with her hope chest and her family going about their business downstairs, or in Doc's living room.
Reaching the first bow, Anna didn't try and open it at first. At least, not with her hand. As her teeth closed around the end of said bow, pulling gently, she could feel Elsa's stomach flexing from her breath. Everything about this was turning her on. Not only that, but it was making her happy in a way she hadn't truly understood she needed. The scent of skin mingling with Baby Soft filled her nose… and something else. Something she had barely caught hints of before.
"You're so wet, Elsa…"
The response was immediate and tender. "Yeah, Tori. This isn't the first time you made me wet, though."
"Hah!" she burst out, losing her grip on the ribbon. She had to try again. This time, she was able to get the bow untied with relative ease once she made herself focus. Then she pressed her lips into the skin it revealed…
And both of them sighed in pleasure. At the same time, with the same desire in their voices. Anna wanted to peek, just to hopefully catch some slight look at her mother in the near-darkness, but she made herself resist; that was part of the deal. No peeking.
Even if Elsa hadn't explicitly said it. Anna understood this was a one-off special occasion. They were in 2015, pretending to be in 1985 because right now it was too dangerous to not. But they could play pretend for a single night, and Anna wasn't about to fuck up this opportunity by breaking the rules. Too much was on the line.
So she got to work, untying the other ribbons and imagining how they may look, falling from Elsa's skin as she tried to get closer. Her mind flipped between picturing Elsa as a teenager and her mother as she was now - and in all honesty, both images spurred her to work faster, to kiss the skin she revealed more and more. It seemed that no matter how little distance was between them, it was too much.
Around the time she was finishing up Elsa's shin, she heard her ask, "Is it… what you wanted? You can always exchange it."
"Don't be silly." Even as she unwrapped, a thought occurred to her. "What… would I exchange it for, anyway? Like, actually being serious, because I'm not sure what you mean."
As she giggled, Anna finished off the bow around Elsa's ankles. This was tricky, doing it in darkness, but they weren't very complex bows. "For anything. Hanging out with your mom, or whatever." The way she phrased it made it clear that Elsa was trying to further establish she was not the same person as "mom" right now. As The Offspring once said, 'gotta keep it separated'.
"Well… I think I can have both. This now, and hanging out with Mom tomorrow." There; now they both understood how this was going to work. "But tonight… yeah. I'm all about this with you."
Proving she meant her own words, she managed to keep Elsa from replying right away by kissing her toes. There was a shaky breath, and then she whispered, "You don't have to… start there if you don't want to. My dirty feet."
"But they're not dirty. If I know my Elsa…" The possessiveness of that made the named woman let out a sigh of pure arousal. Anna grinned in the dark, somewhat glad her mother couldn't see how happy she was to be able to affect her that way. "She has been setting this up for weeks. Took a nice shower, put on that perfume… arranged the room to be darker than usual… ordered the mask and the sexy ribbons a while ago. Got everything in place, then came in here to wait. Am I wrong?"
"Very clever, An- Tori." Anna let out a giggle, even though she could feel Elsa flinching; she had slipped. Obviously she was also proud of how smart her daughter was, even while they were roleplaying as their 1985 selves, and her instinct was to praise her as any good parent would. When the laughing lips pressed into the arch of her foot, she breathed, "Oooh… h-how did you get to be such a romantic?"
Anna didn't bother to answer with words, but she did smile against the skin once more. Redoubling her efforts, she had a sudden urge to just… make Elsa stop talking. Like in the car back on prom night, she wanted at least one them to be incoherent, the pleasure overwhelming. Perhaps it was silly to have such an urge while she had Elsa's foot at her mouth, but it was there all the same.
On the other hand… Elsa had developed a thing for feet ever since that car encounter. Didn't she? Maybe this was the perfect time to find out for an absolute certainty. Grinning more to herself this time, Anna moved up, just enough to kiss Elsa's big toe. Then, moaning, she took it inside her mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. Elsa jerked, a squeal erupting from her mouth. Luckily Anna had a hold of her ankle, otherwise she may have been kicked across the room. Once Elsa had calmed down – as much as was possible – she did it again.
"Tori, that's so… grody…" Anna nearly lost it at the use of the dated word. However, she managed to get the toe out of her mouth before she turned aside to grin at nothing. "If I'd known this was all you wanted, I would have just stuck my feet in a couple of the presents under the tree and worn them as shoes."
Unable to stop herself now, Anna giggled, "Oh, I want way more than this, but… I don't mind starting here. Besides, it sounds like you're into it."
"Oh, I am not. Just because you got me off with those he-e-EELS-!" Elsa wasn't able to finish her sentence with a tongue slithering between two of her toes. "God, that feels so wrong!"
Anna didn't reply, and Elsa didn't speak again. Not for the next minute and change while Anna kept it up, teasing the little toes with her mouth, trying to figure out if Elsa really did have a thing or if she was just reacting strongly to the stimulus. At the end of it… she still wasn't sure. Her mother's silence could have been a product of not knowing what to say about a moment such as this, and if it was, Anna couldn't blame her at all. Neither did she.
Once she began to kiss up the arch and along her ankle, she finally heard Elsa whisper, "Thank God…"
"Oh? Was that a little too much for you?"
"Well… no, not 'too much', but I didn't… I've never had more than a massage. And just a massage, not an extra-sexy one," she said preemptively, and Anna grinned against her skin. "But that was… interesting, for sure."
"Cool. Maybe I'll play with the other one later." She felt the shiver as she kissed her knee. "For now, I think I wanna try something else. It's been a while since you got to do it for me, and I think my turn is like, way past due."
A long hum of desire fell from somewhere above her, and Anna felt thighs shifting as she mounted them. Soft, creamy thighs… she wanted to spend a little time there first. Her fingertips gouged into the flesh, through the padding under the skin and into the muscles beneath; they were fairly strong. And the action was well worth it, given the hiss she heard from above. Not a displeased hiss, either.
Briefly, Anna cursed herself for having straddled both of them. It meant that there was no pressure between her own, and that was precisely where she needed it to be. At the same time… this wasn't really about her. Not at this moment.
Sat where she was, she had ample room to lean forward and, pressing their chests together, kiss Elsa solidly on her mouth. The action had the effect of highlighting something that, until that moment, Anna had known but not been acutely aware of. Elsa was naked, but she was not – in fact, the only clothing she had removed were her shoes, before she even fully realised where this was going. That needed to be rectified – eventually. For now…
Beginning at Elsa's throat, Anna began leaving wet, deep kisses. Before she could get too invested, Elsa was pushing her head away – just to get her to stop, not to discourage her completely.
"N-no marks," Elsa puffed out. "Can't… can't let Mom catch me tomorrow…"
Anna had to bite back a groan. Elsa had known what she was doing. "Okay," she breathed quietly. That was a shame. Something in the back of her head told her that Elsa being caught with hickeys on her neck – hickeys given to her by her daughter – was both an unwise idea, and really hot. But they were already doing something they had sworn not to do, under the thinnest of excuses; she wouldn't push.
So instead, she kissed further down. Onto her collarbone. Part of her had worried about what it would feel like, getting this close to her mother at this age. Completely different, though she had never been able to try before; even through clothes, she could tell that much. But it wasn't nearly as weird as she thought, being with an older woman. It was still soft skin, still sweet to kiss. In the back of her mind, she wanted to ask if she ever had a boob lift, but that seemed rude.
Then she reached the boob in question. The slope made Elsa's breath catch, and brushing the edge of the areola made her whimper. So Anna stopped and asked, "Is this alright? Can I try…?"
"Yeah," she whispered softly. A moment later, when the lips met the nipple itself, she hissed, "Ah! Ohhhh, Tori… mmm…"
"Louder," Anna found herself whispering. She bit her lip immediately afterwards – that was a weird request and not something Elsa needed to know Anna wanted. But the older woman had heard enough to reach a hand down to cup Anna's face.
"What was that?" she asked, and Anna imagined that she had such care in her expression. Even blind, it was impossible not to respond.
"I um… I want you to be louder," she said, going against her own wishes by progressively getting quieter and quieter. Even Elsa was silent for a moment, just stroking Anna's cheeks. When she did speak, it was a complete surprise.
"Make me."
Oh, it was on. Grinning, Anna didn't bother to waste any more time. Except now, it seemed that Elsa was purposely trying to hold back her cries. Even as Anna kissed at one nipple, fingers rolling the peak of the other, the only thing Elsa did was squirm and let out a few breathless pants. Not good enough.
So teeth came into play. They closed very gently around the peak and pressed in, just enough, before withdrawing so her tongue could swirl around it. That time she could hear a moan thrumming deep within Elsa's throat. Still, Anna wanted more, but that would do for the time being; she was wearing her down.
An odd thought came to her as she switched sides, feeling how slick the first peak was now that she had already devoured it. This definitely wasn't the first time she had done this… just the first time in nearly eighteen years. It was almost enough to make her stop, thinking something so unwelcome and awkward, but she pushed through and kept up her gentle kneading of tongue and lips.
Only once her other hand gripped a little harder did Elsa lose her control of her voice and let out a little "Ah!" that was so sweet Anna almost stopped to smile up at her. But she couldn't see her face, anyway, and Elsa couldn't see hers. She did pull away after a few more seconds, leaving a gentler kiss.
"You sound so good. I just want more of that, Elsa." Both of her hands gripped hard, and Elsa groaned, unable to resist anymore. "There… that's it."
"Tori!" she panted, writhing beneath her. The ample breasts felt wonderful in her hands, and she wanted to keep playing with them forever. "Shit! I'm so hot right now!"
Instant ladyboner. "Bet you are. And I bet…" Her lips grazed down along her stomach, kissing over and over. "When I get down there…" Each motion made Elsa shiver, made the muscles beneath clench and release. "I'll smell something besides Baby Soft."
There was something akin to a strangled groan, and Anna found her own thighs clenching. God, she'd never needed anyone quite the way she needed Elsa right now. It was strange. She was desperate for this; desperate to taste Elsa. To feel her, the way Elsa felt her. But at the same time, that meant it would come to an end at some point, and that was honestly the last thing that Anna wanted.
But then Elsa groaned, long and loud and clear, and Anna was helpless to stop herself as she pressed a deep kiss into a clean belly button. Yet more helpless to stop herself from kissing even further down, reaching a thatch of soft hair and an unmistakable aroma.
"Mmm definitely not Baby Soft," Anna hummed. Oh God this was happening. It was happening and she wasn't sure if she was ready.
"Tori, are you sure you want to?" Elsa breathed, an odd urgency in her voice mingling with the arousal. "Because… if any part of you isn't sure…"
Anna swallowed to give herself time to think. Not that it mattered, since Elsa probably couldn't see or hear her doing it. But she had already done all of her thinking. Even seconds ago, she had been contemplating it, and she didn't feel it was all that necessary anymore.
"I want you," she said very simply. "Have been since you got me alone in the car - before that, if I'm really honest with myself. And…" A little kiss to her inner thigh, a kiss so very close to the source of all the heat she could feel on her cheek. "If you're not going to stop me… then that's all there is to it, Elsa."
And she waited. Perfectly still.
"Y-yes. Please, Tori… please? I want you so bad…"
The begging surprised her, and caused her lower regions to clench again. A wet gush. Part of her wanted to ask her to do it again, but the rest of her was already kissing closer. "Love you," she breathed onto soft petals. Another kiss…
And this kiss was wetter, tangier, sweeter. Familiar, because now that she and Punz had been together, she knew exactly what that taste was like. Her mother was different than her classmate, of course, but no less sharp and curious to her lips. Only the one kiss, and she already could tell she wanted more.
And Elsa seemed to agree. Because she was already gasping out her name – her other name – arching her back, writhing under her touch.
The whole thing should have been disgusting. It should have made Anna burn with shame – to run away and become sick, much the same way Punz had done when she first found out. But it didn't. Anna just delved deeper, collecting Elsa's wetness on her tongue, committing the taste and scent and the feeling of those velvety petals to memory. Her own hips rolled very slightly, against nothing at all. Without even looking, Anna knew her underwear would be ruined – if not at least rather heavily soaked.
There was only one thing that could make this moment better – and it wasn't to have the lights on, though that wasn't to say Anna didn't want that. No, the only thing that could make this moment better would be… for Elsa to use her real name. But she knew she couldn't ask for that. Not tonight, when they were playing.
"Tori!" she gasped again, and meant it. Anna felt a pang. It wasn't to be. Not because Elsa was inconsiderate, or because she was selfless… no. That was how Elsa had been thinking of her one true love for some twenty-seven years. Who was she to demand she throw all that away?
"Yes, Elsa?" she said as she pulled away briefly, still leaving light kisses. Each one made her mother shiver. A heel grazed up and down her back through her shirt. This was beyond overdue.
"Mmm… oh, you're so good… I'm way ready."
"Is there anything you want next?" she offered. Maybe her mother wanted fingers more than lips. This was the first time she had a chance to find out.
"No. Tori, this is your present. From me to you. I'd love anything you wanted to do right now."
Oddly, against her own expectations, Anna felt her eyes prick with tears. Nobody should be allowed to be so sweet and thoughtful as her mother had become. Even if she had helped make her that way, it was still mostly Elsa being Elsa. Maybe that was the one way she could truly have shown gratitude to her for birthing her in the first place. Because in a way, due to one plutonium-related accident…
They had both created each other.
With no further hesitation, Anna fell to devouring her mother's sweetness with renewed vigour, lips and tongue finding an energy she didn't think they could possess. Elsa responded immediately and loudly, rolling her hips up to meet the touch, moans mixing with shrieks, words mixing with exclamations. Anna felt more wetness rushing to replace what she had lapped up and felt her heart skip over a beat, knowing that she must be doing something right.
Undeniable proof came about thirty seconds later, at the same moment Elsa did. Thick thighs clenched around Anna's head as Elsa's hips rolled jerkily. Each spasm was accompanied by a cry, growing slowly more and more high-pitched and desperate as she rode through her orgasm.
Anna honestly couldn't think of a time she had ever felt prouder of herself. At least… not this kind of pride. Her tongue began to slow as Elsa came down, nursing aftershocks and still quivering.
The first thing Elsa did after she had regained control of herself was to curl her hand in Anna's hair and whisper, in a quiet way that seemed almost broken, "Tori… please…"
This was a different kind of 'please', though. Anna sensed what she meant, so with only the slightest amount of hesitation at having to move, she began to kiss her way up Elsa's body. Her destination was to take Elsa's lips once more, but who said she couldn't also enjoy the journey?
Once she reached Elsa's neck, her hands on the soft chest and fondling as she continued to worship the sweet body below her, she heard her whisper, "What… would you like now?"
"Just this," Anna assured her. She had a feeling her mother wanted to know if she needed the favour returned, but she wasn't all that worried about that yet; she was still having fun just romping on the playground that had been so long denied her.
"Really? You don't want… more?" Her hands tugged at the hem of Anna's shirt, but in a way that showed she wasn't trying very hard to remove it. Yet.
After barely a moment's thought, she smiled and kissed her mother's chin. "Nah. I mean… maybe a little, but I can wait until we… move in together." She hoped that would say what needed saying, but keep up their pretence that they were just two random girls in the 80s.
"Oh." Clearing her throat, the hands began to move down to Anna's behind, only caressing lightly. "Well… I could do what you did for me on our last date."
"Rub me raw with your shoe?"
Laughing, Elsa leaned up to kiss her cheek. "Yeah, if you really wanted that. Easy enough to do. But what I meant was…"
Another hand looped around to push into Anna's sex very slightly from the outside of her jeans. Her breath caught, and she held very still; it felt so good. Now she definitely understood what her mother meant.
Part of Anna almost wanted to refuse her – a very small part. She wanted to just be with Elsa in this moment – and very briefly, she wanted to rebuff her the way she had been rebuffed, but that thought didn't hang around long because then Elsa pressed her hand in again and Anna realised how stupid she would be to refuse. So instead she let out a little moan, just loud and long enough to let Elsa know she was doing something very, very right. Suddenly, her clothes were suffocating, her jeans too tight and yet not quite tight enough.
Should they? She had tugged at her shirt, but Anna still had a bra on. Did Elsa want to feel more? Now that she knew who Anna was – now that Tori was her little girl, the one she had birthed and raised – it changed the game from how things had been in 1985. Plus, Elsa had never, even in all their slip-ups, given the impression that she wanted to see Anna. Perhaps the blindfold was an out – a way of giving Anna the chance not to have to see her in return.
"Only… only if you want to…" Anna said softly. Maybe just fingers, that would be okay. Or maybe Elsa had taken her suggestion seriously and she would have to get off on a shoe. There were worse ways to go.
There came no response. Elsa continued to rub at her through the denim, and Anna couldn't pretend that it wasn't just as inflaming as when she had gone down on her before, or when Punz- no. No, she wouldn't think of her girlfriend right now, just as she tried not to think of Elsa when she was with her. It was only right to give them both separate attention.
It only took a few minutes for her to feel her orgasm chomping at the bit to explode from inside her body. It felt like no time at all. Sometime during all that fuss, she had been rolled onto her side and Elsa began to kiss at her exposed throat, helping to coax her along. That was as bold as she had ever been. Even so, no attempt to breach her waistband. Anna had debated asking for it flat out, but… this was alright for now. It was more than alright.
"Elsa!" she gasped throatily, writhing and feeling her spine kink. "I'm… almost there!"
"Let it all go for me," she urged her. "Come for me, I need to hear it again."
Something about her voice was really doing it for her. Both soothing like a mother's and sultry like a lover's; comfort mixed with passion. Maybe that was the whole appeal of this arrangement, but Anna didn't want to psychoanalyse. She just wanted release.
"Keep… talking dirty!" she urged her.
"Oh? You like hearing me, Tori?" The fingers pressed in yet harder, moved yet faster. "You're so wet for me. I can practically feel it through your jeans. How long have you been aching for me to touch you? Begging for this?"
Holy shit, her mother was such a Dommy. Anna tried to respond, but all that came out was a throaty moan and something that was like a word transforming into a whimper. So close!
Elsa didn't seem fazed. She just kept murmuring in Anna's ear as she nibbled at the earlobe; Anna couldn't even understand what she was saying half the time, but it didn't matter. With the blindfold, it could have been anyone building up her orgasm. Even the smell of the perfume was less potent now, drowned out by the scent of their activities, by Anna's Elsa-stained lips.
But her voice made it undeniable who was bringing Anna to such heights. The physical sensations weren't better or worse than Punz – it was just the fact that this was something she'd been craving for… well, for thirty years, really. At least to Elsa – and it certainly felt like it to Anna.
By the time it hit, she wasn't even aware of her impending orgasm. Her mind was almost completely blank, eyes squeezed shut beneath the blindfold. Her hips rolled, shifting very slightly against the hardness of Elsa's hand, and if she had room to think it would have been a wish that she were naked too. She wanted to feel Elsa all over. For now, the sound would suffice. It would have to.
When she finally tipped over the edge, it was a whole-body affair, sudden and strong. Her panties were most definitely soaked, if not her jeans too as she came, clawing at the back of Elsa's back, holding her as close as possible.
Somewhere in all of Elsa's sweet mutterings, she heard the words "I love you" but she almost more felt than heard them. Everything was so powerful. Her Elsa was so powerful, and everything she needed.
As she dwindled down from her heights, completely spent but so happy that she could die then and there and have no regrets, she felt a gentle kiss against her temple. Then the voice she loved so much asked, "How was it?"
"Good, Elsa… it was… so good…" Licking her lips, she turned and kissed her cheek. "I… wow, I'm really glad we did that."
"I hope so. Merry Boxing Day."
Snorting, Anna wrapped her arms tightly around Elsa's back and snuggled in close. Then she whispered back, "Merry Boxing Day, I guess. Thank you. Um… man, I just don't… this was so much more than I imagined."
"You really don't have any regrets? I hope not, but if you did, it would be understandable. But I wanted to give you this; one last heat wave before we settle in for the long winter."
So she did mean it to be exactly what Anna had surmised. Last fling. From now on, Elsa didn't intend for them to do anything more until she graduated. And that was alright. She would be upset tomorrow, but in the present, she was just glad she got one more encounter than she had been expecting to enjoy.
Swallowing, she took a gamble. "Regrets? Only one…" Elsa stilled but didn't say anything, waiting patiently for Anna to speak. "I regret not being able to watch you."
It seemed that Elsa wasn't expecting that. She inhaled softly before moving very slowly to kiss Anna. It wasn't an answer, but then, Anna hadn't asked a question. The kiss was soft and languorous, gently teasing at Anna's mouth. There was no urgency; nothing to suggest that Elsa wanted to go again, as it were. It felt the same as it had back in 1985, except now Elsa had thirty years of experience behind her. This kiss felt raw, laced with a similar kind of need and a similar kind of want. It seemed that time hadn't changed that aspect.
She didn't want this night to end. It was inevitable, but perhaps she could hold it off for a while.
"Can… can you stay here tonight?" she asked Elsa softly when the other woman finally left her mouth and began leaving small kisses at Anna's throat. Once more, Elsa grew still. Perhaps she was waiting on something more, because she didn't answer immediately. When it became obvious that Anna was waiting for her to say something, she drew back very slightly.
"Sorry, I gotta split. But maybe someone else can come back to stay with you?"
At first, Anna was confused. Was she supposed to be calling Punz or something? But then she finally got it: Elsa meant she would leave and come back as Mom. Letting out a breath of relief that she wasn't going to be leaving permanently, she smiled to herself for a moment.
"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Um… as long as she doesn't take too long getting here."
"She probably has to change clothes," Elsa giggled, kissing her cheek again before she stopped entirely. "But… I've had a rad time with you tonight, Tori."
Tears stung her eyes, and she hated herself for that. She wanted to be happy! And she was, even if it was a bittersweet happiness. "Me, too."
So Elsa gave her one more last kiss, heated but fleeting, before slipping out of the room. The temptation was severely high to peel her mask off to catch even the vaguest glimpse of her plump rear as it slipped out, but she dug her teeth into her lip and resisted until she heard the door shut.
Then she got up and took off the mask. The room was actually very dark, but not totally so; if she had ever taken it off prematurely, she would have been able to see the vaguest outline of her mother there. She was able to pick her way through to her light switch and throw it on…
And saw her mother had taped flattened cardboard boxes over the windows. A grin broke out across her face as she shook her head. Even though they both got a lot out of the encounter, she still was very touched that she had gone to such lengths to make sure they could both come away from it with minimal regrets.
The tears finally came then, but they were joyful ones. "Big stinker," she muttered with a sniffle and a smile as she started trying to figure out how to un-shutter her room.
She already had one of the boxes down by the time a knock came at the door. When she said, "Yeah?" Elsa came in, wearing her usual nightgown and a robe over the top of it. Her face was still a little flushed, but she was smiling and calm.
There was a moment that Anna didn't know what to do. She wanted to take a step forward and hug her mother. Or rather, she wanted to be held herself. It wasn't super late, but she felt exhausted anyway, and there wasn't anything in the world that sounded better than falling asleep wrapped in Elsa's arms.
Then she moved, just a little, and became very aware of the fact that she was still in her clothes from the day, and they were really… not fit to sleep in anymore.
"E- Mom…" Hands clasped together, Anna felt very small under Elsa's watchful eyes and approving smile. It wasn't a bad kind of small; it was the kind of small that had her feeling very open and naked – wanting to please Elsa so bad that she couldn't bear to make her upset. She wanted Elsa to approach her and hold her tight. Actually, it was swiftly becoming less of a want and more of a need as her legs began feeling weak and her arms began trembling.
Elsa must have noticed because within seconds she was at Anna's side, pulling her into a tight embrace. There was nothing but love – and most of it simply familial – emanating from Elsa, and Anna wanted to say something. To thank her, to tell her she loved her. Instead, the only thing she could force out was, "I'm going to miss you so much…"
The hands on her back clenched very briefly. "Oh, Anna…" There was a deep sigh before she nuzzled into the side of her head. "I'm right here, alright? Right here next to you. Everything's fine."
Anna took more than a moment or two to collect herself before she whispered, "Love you."
"Love you, too. Now then, why don't you get changed into your jammies and we'll curl up with some cocoa and television?" As if reading Anna's mind, she then added in a quieter mutter, "JUST cocoa and television."
"Okay, okay," she snorted. "And come on, I wasn't going to say we do anything else, Mom. Geez."
Anna changed while Elsa made their cocoa, then joined her on the couch to enjoy the rest of Boxing Day. As far as she was concerned, it was the best one she ever had, or ever would have. Mostly thanks to the best present ever.
To Be Continued…