*clears throat* So… Yeah, this chapter…

Most of you either said you wanted smut or the story could go either way. I wanted your input on the off chance people were like "hell no, it'd ruin everything," but the honest truth is that I had this chapter planned regardless. Along with the scene from chapter 10 where Anna and Elsa fight, the final scene of this chapter was thought up before anything else. This was going to happen, not only because Elsanna smut is hella hot and we all need it in our lives, but because it's character development. In a way, it's an integral part to the story.

Which is probably why I'm so nervous to post this chapter. Not only were a lot of you anxiously awaiting it, but I wanted it to be perfect because I feel it's part of what makes this story. That, and it was my first time writing smut in first person, so hopefully it's not too awkward.

Lastly, special thank you to NicPie, who I've probably bothered incessantly with my worries about this chapter and how long it took me to write (although it didn't take another month, so yay me!). You're awesome for putting up with me. So here's some smut specially dedicated to you. ;) Enjoy.

And, enjoy everyone else!

Chapter 25: Let the Body Breathe

Convincing Elsa to go to a club in the first place wasn't the hardest part, unfortunately.

She took her sweet time getting ready—something I will always deduce was intentional in hopes I'd change my mind—and then kept fretting that she wasn't dressed appropriately the entire way there. Despite my constant quelling that she looked stunning, yet inconspicuous—'cause she'd really always look beautiful to me, even in her most basic button up and jeans—she insisted she'd stand out. Then, she started worrying about her arm again.

I know deep down she knew she was blowing things out of proportion, yet I couldn't be upset with her for freaking out. This was still a big step; everything would be from now on, I realized then. Just because Elsa had outed her demons on live TV didn't mean everything was automatically over. People may be even more curious now, and more insistent to come up and talk to her. In a club setting, however, I doubt that'd be the truth, but it wasn't good enough for Elsa.

Throughout all her worry though, Elsa ended up picking the club, a small hole-in-the-wall in the West Village. I didn't think I was ready for anything large-scale in the center of Manhattan yet, still feeling out of place in a large city like this even after months of being a resident, and I knew Elsa wanted there to be as few people as possible, so we kept it small.

Still, upon entering—of which I didn't have to pull or push Elsa as much as I was expecting, she went mostly willingly—it was unlike the one club I had had the pleasure of experiencing back in Louisville. Even with its small look from the outside, the interior was much more roomy than it let on. The bar was nestled in the back right corner, the DJ in the back left, a few tables and booths were crammed along the right wall, and the rest was the dance floor. Much better than the tiny space allotted at the one back home.

It wasn't real rave-y either. The music wasn't all bass-thumping over-the-top dance music that you basically had to mosh pit to dance to and there weren't neon lasers and dry ice everywhere; it was much more subdued. There was your normal lighting all around, dimmed to adequate brightness for a club, and the only flashing colored lights were above the DJ and dance floor, not all over the place, and even they weren't as showy as you'd think.

"This place is awesome," I breathe as soon as we enter.

"It is quaint," Elsa agrees. "I came here a few times before…"

When she trails off, I take her hand and squeeze it. "But you came back," I say. "That's big, Elsa."

Seeing her smile somewhat sheepishly, my own lips quirk in response. We observe the crowd before us a bit more before mixing in. Surprisingly, Elsa doesn't seem tense beside me. For all the hell she gave me on the way here, I was expecting more resistance getting her in here. Perhaps that's why she picked this place over all others: it's familiar territory.

Just…unfamiliar circumstances.

"You want to get some drinks?" I ask. "Loosen up some before we hit the dance floor?"

Stilling surveying the room, she nods silently. "If he still works here, an old acquaintance of mine works the bar."

"Ooh! Maybe he'll spike my drink!"

Elsa chuckles before we finally start to make our way to the right side of the room. We find a vacant booth, but I don't slide in quite yet.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask. "I know I can't go up to the bar directly, but I can wait right behind you."

"It's okay," she tells me with a small smile. "I appreciate it, Anna, really, but… I can do this."

"Okay," I beam back at her. "Confidence; I'm liking that! Still, I'll keep a watchful eye out should someone start bothering you too much or any pesky boys try to hit on you!"

Elsa rolls her eyes. "You're not going to protect me from the girls?"

I blink. "The girls?"

"It's a gay club, Anna."

My mouth forms a perfect 'o' as I finally notice the rainbow flag hanging above the front door. Come to think of it, what I recognize as the trans flag hangs beside it too, as well as several other flags I don't even know.

"I'll keep an eye on them too, then," I mumble, embarrassed.

Elsa giggles a bit before ruffling my hair. "I'll be right back. What do you want?"

"Uh, a virgin piña colada?"

Winking, she leans in to kiss me before sauntering off. My heart pounds in my chest not just from the kiss, but also from the confidence that is now emanating from Elsa in waves.

I knew a club would help.

In no time, Elsa's back at our booth without any qualms. People had spoken to her, and I heard a few people talking around me that 'Elsa Arendelle is here,' yet she'd still been left alone for the most part.

And they say people in New York City are rude as can be.

"Virgin piña colada, with perhaps just a hint of rum," Elsa announces as she presents me with my drink, complete with its own tiny umbrella.

"Oooh, we're such rebels," I snicker conspiratorially.

Not that I condone public underage drinking, mind you. But, we're out to celebrate, and if that involves an eighteen—almost nineteen!—year-old sipping a bit of rum, well… Live and let live, right?

Besides, I know I have Elsa to look after me; and I'm certain she'll have no more than two drinks, no matter how much fun she ends up having.

"So," I begin as we each sip our respective drinks, "you used to be a regular here?"

Elsa averts her eyes and, even in the dim lighting, I see a blush begin to creep up her neck. "I…may have frequented it a bit when I was single, yes."

"Any of the girls ever strike your fancy?" I question seductively, even going as far as to wiggle my eyebrows.

"I really never…strayed far from the bar."

Now I'm laughing. "Elsa, don't tell me you were shy! I would've never guessed!"

She shoots me a playful glare before my shin is kicked from underneath the table, effectively shutting me up.

"I was still trying to find out what I was into!" she defends, her blush darkening. "How did you…you know…know you were gay?"

I scoff. "Please, I was born on a rainbow."

That gets a loud laugh—as well as a snort of her Long Island Iced Tea—from Elsa, and I'm grinning like an idiot.

"Yup, baby Anna was dressed in a rainbow diaper and laid to sleep in a rainbow bed. Gay was my destiny!"

"Maybe the bartender put a little too much rum into your drink after all," Elsa chuckles, acting to pull my colada away from me.

Pulling it back to me, I stick my tongue out before beginning to play with the umbrella.

"Seriously though," I begin, my tone no longer as chipper, "I knew since freshman year of high school. Everyone was always talking about which boys were cute, you know? And I just remember thinking no one struck my fancy. I thought I was weird since all my friends were literally obsessed with boys and dating, but then…we got a new teacher half way through the year, and…well, I fell hard. Just…not in the most conventional of ways."

I can see Elsa trying to hide her grin behind her the lip of her cup. "You knew you were gay because you had a crush on a teacher?"

"I was fourteen!" Now I'm the one flushed a brilliant red. "And if you had seen her, you would have been head over heels as well!"

Elsa simply shakes her head, but her smile remains. "How'd your friends and parents take it?"

I shrug. "I figured out who my real friends were that year," I say easily. "A few deserted me in disgust, but the ones worth keeping in the first place stood by me. My parents were surprisingly welcoming. Louisville's pretty liberal of a city anyway, depending on where you look, so I never faced much hate outright. There was a bit, yeah. I'd look at a girl that ended up being straight and fixed with a horrified glare or get yelled obscene things at if I was seen holding hands with a girl I was with, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle."

"Did you ever have…anyone special?" Elsa asks then, and I can tell she's ashamed to ask by the way she ducks her head.

Gently nudging her leg with mine, I get her to look at me before I answer. She does so uncertainly.

"Never," I tell her with honest conviction. "I mean, there were a fair share of mutual crushes, but nothing ever clicked with anyone." Leaning across the table quickly, I steal a kiss from her lips. "No one but you."

Her face lights up a glaring red then, and I'm just giddy knowing I'm probably the only one who can garner that kind of reaction from her.

"Y-You're my first too, Anna," she tells me in a mumble so low I almost miss it over the music.

My smile grows. "Yeah?"

"I never really…paid much attention to my orientation. All throughout middle and high school, I never cared about getting in a relationship. Sure, I found some guys in my class cute, but it ended at thinking they were aesthetically pleasing. Girls were never even on the radar until a couple years before the accident. Everyone I knew was in a committed relationship and I just started to feel weird, you know?

"Like you I…I thought something was wrong with me. Why wasn't I in one? Why hadn't I ever been in one? Why didn't I want to be in one? I thought, maybe boys weren't my thing, and as weird as that felt at the time, I rolled with it." She stops briefly to look at the club around us and smiles. "I heard about this place and how it was a low-key gay bar. Not that I was ashamed about coming here, really! Just… I couldn't help but feel weird. Regardless, I came here and shuffled my way to the bar, almost praying a girl wouldn't come up to me because I wouldn't know how to handle it. Now, looking back, I think I was scared because I really did want someone to talk to me. To flirt with me.

"I couldn't drink then, but I was still hoping something would give me a bit of liquid courage, but nothing. Yeah, I could admit that I found some girls attractive, and after I made this a bi-weekly stop, some even become cute. But like with the boys in high school, it was all about aesthetics."

She swirls her straw around in her drink as she finishes before fixing me with another shy look.

"Until you."

My heart clenches and I'm sure my blush matches hers by now.

"You just awoke this whole other side of me, Anna," she explains, with such vigor and even a hint of excitement I'm reminded of a kid trying to keep calm the night before Christmas. "I had never felt this way about anyone before I met you. But you just made it so easy. I didn't even realize what we had was a relationship like all my friends had in high school until Thanksgiving night atop that hill. And then when you kissed me… This is fucking embarrassing, but that was my first kiss ever, Anna."

"It was?" I manage to utter.

Biting her lip, Elsa nods. "I never thought I'd kiss someone, or that I'd even ever want to, let alone that I would love it so much, but… You made it so." Now beaming, she reaches across the table to take my hand and clutch it hard, and I can almost feel her love flowing from her. "I never thought I'd find love, but I'm happy I did."

Grasping her hand back, I quickly wipe a tear away before downing the rest of my drink and jumping from the booth so I'm standing before her. I'm sure my smile is radiant as I look down at her.

"I'm happy you did too, Elsa," I tell her before pulling her up and into my arms. My eyes become hooded as I lean in close to her lips, yet refrain from letting them touch hers. "Now how about you show me with a dance?"

I see her smile back with a seductive gleam before she's pulling me onto the dance floor. The music is something upbeat and wild at first so we simply jump in with everyone else with some silly jumping moves, every now and then bumping up against each other or someone else, even though our eyes never stray from the others'.

Soon, however, the music calms to something much more manageable—yet still club-y—and Elsa and I move together, making it obvious we're here together and don't want anyone trying to butt in. For a few minutes, all Elsa does is gently hold my hips as I dance on my own, and again I can literally feel the affection and adoration flowing from Elsa's hands—or, well, hand, but you get it—and into me. It's uplifting, it's amazing, it's magical.

And it's perfect.

After a while though, I attempt to shake things up and guide her hands up my body to rest around my neck—paying special attention to the way Elsa fights off a blush as her hands drag past my breasts. Biting her lip once more, she glances away briefly before focusing back on me.

"You look so…s-sexy when you dance," she whispers.

Usually, I'd try and come up with something that'd have Elsa's spirit exiting her body should we be in an anime in response, but this time I simply let myself be floored by her praise.

And also because I never thought I'd hear Elsa use the word "sexy" ever. Nor did I ever think someone would think of me as it.

Guess Elsa's LIT is finally kicking in.

"I know you said you couldn't dance," I finally speak up after a bit of us swaying to the beat of the next song, "but you're not even going to give me a little special look?" Then, leaning up to kiss her ear, I croon, "I bet you'd look sexy, too."

Elsa shivers—whether from my words or my closeness, I don't know—before she pulls me back slightly.

"I-I don't know," she stammers. "I've really never tried."

"Not even when you knew you were home alone and were jamming out to your favorite song?"

Elsa shakes her head in the negative before smirking. "I was always worried someone would still catch me. Like I happened to do to a certain someone no too long ago."

Rolling my eyes, I smack the back of her head lightly, getting a chuckle from her in return. "To my credit, I knew I wasn't home alone, thank you; nor was I even at my house."

"And yet you still did it," Elsa chastises with a grin. "That's pretty stupid, if you ask me."

I scoff and look away from her, though I can't make myself frown or look angry in this moment worth a damn. "Excuse you, that was brave!"

"It was sexy too."

Gawking and looking back to her, I flounder for words. "Am I just all sex appeal tonight or something?"

Grin never wavering in the slightest, Elsa shrugs, pulling me back closer to her.

"Maybe you always were, and I'm just now finding I can admit it out loud," she says.

"I'm bringing out a lot in you you're slowly figuring out," I bite back with a smile.

Kissing me swiftly on the lips, she responds, "I think I already mentioned that."

While I enjoy our flirtatious banter to no end, I did take Elsa out to a club mainly to see her dance, and I'll be damned to let us leave without getting even the little jive out of her—and simply swaying and jumping no longer count.

"I may need another drink for that," she tells me after I bring it up once again.

I shrug. "I'm down. I'll take the same—and still spiked!"

Elsa simply rolls her eyes before she's heading back to the bar and I'm returning to the booths, lucky once again to find the one we had just been sitting at still vacant. She remains loyal to her words, returning with another round of the same drinks, mine being spiked once more, as the first thing I taste is the sweet rum.

"Okay…now I'm admitting maybe they went a bit overboard on this one," I say with a slight cough, not used to the taste.

Looking concerned for a moment, Elsa takes the drink away and sips it herself. From her frown, I know what she's going to say.

"That's definitely not 'virgin'—forget the spiking."

Snatching it from her I cautiously take a much smaller gulp this time. "I'll adjust."

"Anna…"

"It's okay, Elsa," I say calmly. "It's just one. Besides, you paid for it, right?"

"Just…" she sighs. "Don't make me have to carry your drunk ass home."

"Deal." I shoot her a thumbs up before averting my attention back to my drink.

Second round of drinks sufficiently finished, I'm looking expectantly to Elsa for several moments before she looks up and notices.

"Right now?" she asks, almost fearfully.

As if the higher powers are on my side and want to see this goddess on Earth in action, the perfect song starts playing.

So perfect, in fact, I immediately begin cracking up.

"Oh don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me

I said, 'You're holding back'

She said, 'Shut up and dance with me!'"

"Come on, Elsa!" I cry, pulling her from the booth with me once more. "You can't not dance to this!"

Elsa's laughing—albeit nervously—as I drag her to the dance floor, finding an empty spot for us.

"Look, no one's even paying attention," I say. "And half these people are hardly doing what I'd consider dancing, so just let it go and have fun!"

So I'm not just openly waiting for her to begin, I start off, twirling to the music and twisting my body without even really giving much thought to my actions. I see Elsa watch me for a moment before she, too, ever so slowly, lets herself go. I smile so hard my face hurts as I watch one grow similarly on her face.

Getting more and more into it, she closes her eyes, raises her hands in the air and fully succumbs to the music. I feel my heart leap to my throat. If Elsa thought I was sexy dancing, she has another thing coming. Surely I could never compare to this. To her.

Because, fuck, I've landed the sexiest girl on the planet.

Deep in her eyes

I think I see the future

I realize this is my last chance

She took my arm

I don't know how it happened

We took the floor and she said…

XxXxX

For the record, I don't know who started the kissing, or when we even started; all I know is by the time we got back to Elsa's, we were in the middle of an intense lip lock. And I swear to this day that Elsa had been trying her damndest to lift me up by the ass with one hand.

I mean, we had begun random make out sessions within the blink of an eye before, but this one was different. I couldn't really place why—aside from the fact that I'm pretty sure it started in public, which is saying something—until Elsa started pulling me to her bedroom, our lips still entangled feverishly. When she kicked the door closed behind us, pushing me up against it before moving to suck and bite at my neck, I really had the idea of where this was going.

And, as thrilled as I was, I had to make certain Elsa wanted this. After all, while I no longer felt the effects of my drinks, Elsa had consumed more alcohol than me, and if we were going to do this, I didn't want any of our inhibitions lowered.

"Elsa," I gasp as she probably leaves a most impressive hickey on my neck. "W-What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she croons, licking up my neck to take my left ear between her teeth. A full-body shiver runs through me then.

"Do you feel okay?" I choke out next as Elsa's hands have now climbed beneath my shirt and are slowly inching their way to my breasts at a leisurely and erotic pace.

Keeping her hands where they are, she pulls back slightly to look at me, an adorable confused expression present on her face.

"Of course I feel fine," she tells me. "Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

When a look of anxiety and fear begins to cloud her eyes, I jump from the wall and try to extinguish any worries with a kiss of my own.

"No," I whisper, "you're not doing anything wrong. I just…" I glance at her and blush before looking away. "I just want to make sure you're fully aware of what we were doing and where it is most likely going to lead."

A blush of her owns begins to burn as she takes her lip back between her teeth. Still, her hands trail back down my sides, her nails ghosting against my skin enticingly, and I shudder once more.

"I-I know what I'm doing, Anna," she states. "While I might not be the most confident I'm doing it right, I'm… I'm hoping you'll let me continue."

I grin and kiss the tip of her nose. "Of course you may continue. I just…"

"Wanted to make sure I wasn't drunk?" she finishes with a coy smirk.

My blush deepens. "I was just going to say inebriated…"

This causes her to chuckle and she mirrors my action by kissing my nose as well. "You're very thoughtful, Anna, but I… I want this." Her hands are back under my shirt and she takes the next step by brushing her thumbs against my breasts. Taking my lips in another heated kiss, she sighs, "I want you."

Well, that's good enough for me.

I let any remaining doubts go as I return the kiss with vigor, prodding my tongue against her lips as my own hands move to the front of her and start to unbutton her blouse. Before either of us is really aware, Elsa's shirtless and on we're on her bed, me straddling her waist and Elsa writhing beneath me with every little kiss or touch.

Neither of us speak, rather, we let our lips and hands do all the communicating needed. Sure, there is the occasional gasp or groan as one of us does something the other really likes, but aside from that, the room is silent as Elsa and I take the next monumental step in our relationship.

And it feels so natural and right, I suddenly have the urge to cry.

Unclasping Elsa's bra, I toss it blindly behind me before I'm trailing kisses from her face, down her neck, through the valley of her breasts and down to her navel. Elsa lets out the most arousing whimpers and whines the entire time, which only further serve to spur me on.

"A-Anna!" she cries as I sensuously take a firm nipple into my mouth and begin to suckle, one hand coming to its twin to begin a soothing massage. Meanwhile, Elsa's hands are tangled in my hair, alternating between keeping me planted against her and pulling at my hair in the most stimulating way.

Still paying her voluptuous breasts copious amounts of attention, my free hand begins to travel south to circle the button of her jeans. Elsa bucks her hips and moans, begging me to continue and I can't keep the wide smile off my face from her quick allowance. She really wants this.

She really wants me.

Fuck, we're actually going to do this!

I have her pants cast aside to join the rest of wherever our clothing is going to end up before I pull back to admire this ethereal beauty before me. Everything in my body tightens pleasurably as I take her in. Her braid has come loose, her lips are swollen, one or two hickeys are on her neck and shoulder, breasts are heaving, and arms are keeping me from moving any further back.

When she realizes I still have yet to move, I watch her eyes come into focus a bit to observe me staring down at her with what I hope is a loving look, and not an awkward gawk.

"W-What?" she asks, looking to her left and right nervously.

When she begins to wrap her arms around herself—her signature move signaling her self-consciousness—I instantly pin her arms down.

"Don't," I husk. "You have no reason to be embarrassed, Elsa. You're beautiful."

A smile lights up her face as she utters out a soft, "Y-Yeah?"

"Certainly." Then, looking to her brace, I add, "Almost."

Curious, she watches my every move as my hand travels to what used to be the juncture of her right elbow, where I let my fingers taunt the black material there instead. Elsa immediately startles and tries to pull away, a hard thing to do when I'm sitting atop her.

"Anna, w-wait!" she cries. "Don't!"

"It's okay, Els," I try to soothe. "Don't be afraid."

As I begin to unstrap the brace, I see her watching with big, fearful eyes. Yet, she does nothing to stop me.

"B-But…" she stammers. "Why can't you just leave it on?"

"Because I want to worship all of you, Elsa," I state with conviction.

"B-But…" she tries again to no avail.

Smiling gently, I take the final step and slide the prosthetic off, revealing her scar, and leaving her more bare than should I have removed her underwear instead.

"I've seen you like this before," I tell her, hoping to comfort her while kissing her lips.

"Yeah, b-but not like this…"

"What's the difference?" I ask, canting my head slightly and leaning back to show I really am concerned and not simply casting her discomfort away to move on.

"I'm…" She looks away, and I see tears build in her eyes. Instantly my heart leaps to my throat and I'm afraid I've ruined everything, but what she says next has me laughing softly instead.

"I'm supposed to be beautiful…"

"You are beautiful," I reply, shaking my head slightly, smile lingering. I plant another kiss to her lips as I teasingly squeeze one of her breasts. "So beautiful."

"You're… Y-You're supposed to want me more than anything in this moment, a-and now you're seeing me for w-what I really am and I-I'm no longer what you should want."

"But you are still what I want, Elsa," I say, letting my fingers dance down her right arm but moving back up before they reach the stump. "I thought you had learned that long ago."

Finally, I let my hand go to cup her stump, thumb caressing the scar there gently and Elsa shudders so violently I'm almost afraid I've hurt her.

"Did that hurt?" I ask.

She shakes her head, but the tears in her eyes still have me concerned.

"Then what's wrong?"

Her blush intensifies, yet she almost looks ashamed as she looks away and mumbles, "It felt good."

Chuckling quietly, I nuzzle her cheek with my nose. "Then what's the problem?" Figuring it out for myself, I let my thumb graze over the scar once again. "You're allowed to think it feels good. Just because it's a reminder of a dark part of your past, doesn't mean it doesn't deserve every bit of love the rest of you does."

Her laughter is wet and she quickly goes to wipe at her eyes. "How can you make this seem so simple? Like it's nothing?"

I smile sympathetically. "Because it should be simple, Elsa," I tell her. "I know that may be hard to completely understand, but…"

"Can I see yours?" she whispers when I trail off, looking up at me with a mixture of pleading, curiosity and affection.

Kissing her on the mouth again, I acquiesce with the quiet utterance of, "Okay."

I sit back, careful to keep my entire weight from being placed on Elsa, and lift my shirt over my head. Quickly discarding it, I flash her a sultry grin before removing my bra too. Elsa's left gaping for a moment before she's biting her lip again as her eyes roam across all I've revealed to her.

I've never really been ashamed of my body, but still… The way Elsa's looking at me in the moment, I feel completely unworthy.

"Y-You're beautiful too, Anna."

Flushing, I bite my own lip as I mutter a thanks.

Her eyes continue to drink in my breasts, and almost hesitantly, she reaches up to cup one. I'm immediately shivering from her touch and let my eyes slide shut in bliss as she strokes her thumb across my nipple and I'm moaning this time because now there's no clothing in the way and, fuck, that feels amazing.

Still, when I open my eyes next, I see Elsa has extended her right arm as if to touch my other breast but of course her hand isn't there and so instead she's glaring at it, but it mostly comes off as a sad sense of longing rather than anger. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on the scar to which Elsa instantly gasps. I'm sure she never thought someone would ever accept her enough to be so intimate with the most damaged part of her.

"You don't need two hands to love me, Elsa," I breathe. "You're doing just fine."

She nods, but I know she's still unsure, yet she lets it pass and instead lowers her gaze from my eyes and to my abdomen. I feel my stomach clench in anticipation, ready and excited to get a dose of my own medicine.

Elsa reaches out and caresses a thumb across my own scar and I mimic her by shivering from the feeling. It really is amazing—even cathartic in a way—to expose yourself this much and so readily to a person; to have that person not grimace or treat you any differently for your past or wounds.

Sometimes I'm still surprised that my scar is still so visible. You would think after ten years it would be almost non-existent; but no, instead it's still fairly prominent, and I probably have my fair skin and freckles to thank for that. Still, scars are supposed to be sexy, right? And if it gets Elsa to feel any more comfortable about herself and more in the mood, well then that's even better.

"Can I kiss it?" she asks in an innocent tone, now tracing a circle around it lightly.

I laugh. Of course she can kiss it. She can kiss any part of me she wants without me stopping her.

"You can kiss whatever you want," I voice aloud with a wink.

She blushes at the insinuation before leaning up and pressing her lips to the damaged skin in the gentlest, most delicate of kisses. I hum pleasantly before she lays back down, staring up at me with another look of unconditional love that I fear I could never match in intensity.

So, I resolve to instead show her.

I kiss her once again, whisper another "I love you," against her lips and then slowly, sensuously begin to slide down the length of her body. I manage to climb out of my pants along the way as they're hindering my movement and I don't want anything in the way as I prepare to make love to Elsa.

Because that's what this is. Not sex, not a dismissive fuck; this is making love; worshipping Elsa for all she's worth; making her feel higher than God himself; all through the magic and power of the devotion I have to this woman.

Tugging her underwear down, I plant searing kisses to the inside of each of her thighs to which Elsa's gasps a breathy moan. All her clothing successfully fully discarded, I look up to her face from my position between her legs, thumbs now tracing gentle circles against her hips. Her eyes waver with arousal, excitement and a bit of anxiety, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous as well.

Still, I grin and whisper, "You okay?"

Elsa shifts a bit but nods and then I'm uttering another "I love you" before I'm overwhelmed by Elsa and fuck me if it's not everything I dreamed it'd be.

Elsa's alternating between moaning and whimpering as I test all kind of ways to pleasure her, my stomach churning in its own arousal when I find things that especially turn her on and store those away for later. I take my sweet time with her, able to work her to her crest before bringing her gently back down. Soon, my stomach flips again when I have Elsa begging.

"A-Anna," she's whimpering. "Please. God, please!"

I'd kept from penetrating her to this point because that makes it, you know, like, real and I think part of me was afraid if I did so, this would end up being some cruel dream and not reality. Like, Elsa and I would still be sitting on her couch after our day. We wouldn't have gone to the club, and we most certainly would not be in the position we are in now.

Still, Elsa's tugging at my hair like she has both her hands, and the small bit of pain is turning me on so much along with her continuous utterances of my name, that, kissing her thigh one last time, I take the final plunge and slide one finger slowly into her.

"Anna!" she screams. "Fuck, yes!"

I start a steady pace as I add one more finger and move up the length of her body enough to plant more kisses across her neck and down her body, paying her nipples extra attention as I pass back by them, and by the time my tongue retreats from her navel, she's ready to come undone.

Now grinning devilishly, I plant a swift kiss to her glistening pearl in her sweetest spot before I have my thumb firmly pressing down on it as I curl my fingers up inside her.

That's the final straw and Elsa hits her peak, back arching, toes curling, and hand tangling once more in my hair as she lets out the loudest—yet most erotic, thus far—scream I've ever heard her expel. My own core tightens at the realization that she's screaming because of me.

I let my handiwork continue as she lets the aftershocks of her release tremor throughout her, wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as possible. Soon, she stills with one last exhaled groan, and I'm withdrawing my fingers and climbing back up to lay beside her.

Propping myself up on one arm, I wait for her to open her eyes. When she does, they're unfocused, yet alive with bliss. Her gaze meets mine.

"Hi," I say with a toothy grin and a wink.

Tears spring unbidden to her eyes as she whispers back, "Hi."

She turns on her side to face me and a tear streaks down her cheek in the process. Reaching to wipe it away, I ask, "Are you okay?"

A smile breaks across her face as she nods. "Y-Yeah."

"You sure?" I prod gently as I kiss her forehead.

She simply nods once more and hums and soon I'm back on top of her, planting another round of kisses to every place I can without moving.

"You're okay," I confirm with a kiss to her temple.

"You're beautiful." A kiss to her nose.

"You're amazing." A kiss to her lips.

Leaning back, I make sure she's watching as I bring her right arm up and plant a final, sensual kiss to her scar.

"You're perfect."

More tears begin to stream from Elsa's eyes, but the way she has me screaming similarly to her fifteen minutes later, my throat burning from the screech of her name that tears from within me, I know she's anything but upset.

Far from upset, if her bringing me to another climax not two minutes later says anything.