"…Will you love me...?"

"Stop."

"Why...?"

"Anna, we're nothing more than just-"

"What have I ever done to you...? I thought... I thought you've always had feelings for me!"

"You thought wrong, Anna."

"Then what the hell have you been doing with me this whole time?! Helping my mother and I out, protecting me... having sex with me when it's my day-"

"I'VE DONE WRONG, ALRIGHT?! … I... I've done wrong. I don't... You're loving the wrong person here."

"… You don't... Have you felt anything? Have you ever... considered what it's like when I look at you?"

"I don't love you the way you do, Anna. I'm sorry for leading you on."

"You... Am I being too desperate?"

The clock ticked through the darkness of Anna's room, as she woke up with a jerk. Her thoughts scrambled to find their own rightful place, but all she could only hear...think… was the final words in her dream.

She sat up in bed, realizing she was covered in sweat. Anna sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "God damn it," she whispered, letting her body curl up into a ball. She felt tears forming in the corner of her eyes, and the ache coming from her chest was more of a nuisance than pain.

Anna didn't want to think about these things. Once upon a time, she'd fallen in love with a woman that didn't want her the way she did.

Of course, this didn't happen very long ago... but neither did Anna let it bother her during the day. That woman was gone from her life.

By the time night fell, those words would haunt her. She was surprised she was able to get a good night sleep throughout some days.

Anna looked up. 5:43AM... Only four hours of sleep.

She'd already woken up, and she had no plan of going back to sleep and experience another horror movie in her head. She flipped the lights on, as she got out of bed. Perhaps going for a run would make her feel better.

Besides... in a few hours, there will be another woman she looked forward to seeing-

She paused, gritting her teeth when she opened the door. "This is work," she mumbled, feeling the heat in her cheeks heightening. "Right. Work..." Not some romance novel.

But... her thoughts were nowhere near work. She didn't even know what she wanted to do.

It didn't matter anyway... And Anna felt a strong pull towards that woman. She furrowed her brows. Perhaps… it was just all in her head. I hope I did the right thing.

Everything became a blur as she brought her body to work, prompting many eyes leering at her with want and lust. The club was filled with those eyes tonight, but... nobody had caught hers. Elsa wasn't there … A part of her felt a pang of disappointment, and another had felt glad that she wasn't here for the night.

Anna didn't want to get her hopes up just yet.

Sweat covered her naked body, and the only thing she could look at was the lights looming over her. That way, she didn't have to feel as disgusted as she was already was. So she didn't come. Big deal, right?

On the contrary - Anna sighed to herself when the show was over, knowing the woman wasn't going to be here. Can't expect much from her.

She'd gone back to her dressing room, with her head against her hands. Perhaps, those dreams had something to do with her exhaustion.

Running her fingers through her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror. She shined, sweat still glistening… eyes glowing brightly... she was beautiful. Anna ran her fingers around her neck, observing herself naked, silently. Freckles splattered over her perfect skin, copper hair falling over her shoulders, her muscles toned, but lean... It shouldn't be such a surprised that Elsa would be interested in a girl like herself. A woman like herself.

All she could imagine... with those teal eyes staring right into her own reflection, was the woman's lips replacing her fingers, and her arms hugging her waist.

She gulped. Jesus Christ...And hissed in surprise when she found a cold surface pressed on the back of her neck.

"No Elsa today, feisty?"

Oh, Kristoff. "It's you."

He placed a hand against his chest in pretend hurt. "Ouch, is that how you greet a friend? Or were you expecting someone to be here?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes. "Not that 'expecting' really helps."

The broad man gasped. "Geez, you really like her, don't you?"

He handed her a cold can of soda, and Anna's shoulders slumped as she turned to gaze at him. "No." The girl sighed, prompting a curious tilt of a head from the blond.

"Feeling conflicted? I can understand that." He sat beside her, downing his drink with a gulp. "So I'm here. I'm your friend. Now tell me what's wrong."

Not that... she was feeling conflicted. Anna was nervous, and a part of her feared that the blonde would be someone so... famous. The woman entwined her fingers together. "I... I'm her escort."

One blink. Two. And a third time, Kristoff began to break the silence. "Oh." Right.

She groaned in exasperation. "God, why am I telling you this?! I... I feel troubled."

Kristoff hummed. "You think you'll... end up feeling the exact same way before?"

"What?"

"With her. Your professor—"

"Don't."

Now that was... that was the truth. Anna didn't want to admit it, though she knew it - Elsa did mean well... and she was vulnerable at times. Surely, the blonde couldn't act so regal and proper all the time with her. It was scary, imagining that Elsa 'needing to release her stress' wasn't just... having her way with Anna.

This just seemed another deja vu.

Anna stayed silent, and only twitched a smile when she felt a blanket hugging her body. "Okay…" She sighed. "Just a bit."

He shrugged. "You'll have to see. Seems like you really like this girl. But... be careful."

That, I'm not so sure.

She looked down at her hands. "I told you I don't like her, but more as if I—-"

Knock, knock.

Oh.

"You can tell me more when you get home." He chuckled. Kristoff got up and opened the door and ... all had gone quiet. Anna gazed at the woman standing before the opened door, torn and speechless. She grabbed her blanket tight, watching those blue eyes matching hers.

"Umm... Y-You're not supposed to be here," Kristoff started, slowly turning to give Anna a look. Whatever he was motioning with his eyes, Anna didn't give a shit. He turned back to the woman. "The bathroom's to the left if you're looking for that."

Elsa turned to him, head tilted. And Anna couldn't believe how quiet it had become... as if she was waiting for the woman to at least say something. Something intimidating. She got up from her seat.

"Hans let me in," the blonde responded. Short. Anna could definitely feel the cold coming from her voice.

"What are you doing here?" She tried exerting dominance. But on the inside, Anna was soft... and what she was feeling was anything but pleasure. Anything but pleasure to see the woman. "It's... fine, Kristoff. You should go home."

The blond looked between them. Anna knew he was unsure of what was going to happen... but she was a strong girl. She sent a tight smile. "Really."

"Then I'll... just get dressed. I'll see you tomorrow, Anna." He waved, eyeing the blonde as he left.

When the door clicked shut, Anna stared at the woman silently. She was unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do. Just... gazing at her had completely frozen up her body. A part of her wondered if she was Medusa, turning people into stones. At this moment, Anna felt very much like a statue.

The blonde looked around the room, fingers fiddling with her tie. She leaned against the door. "I... thought you were going to leave soon, so I apologize for being late." Elsa looked at the time. "Nearly one... would you like to have a drink with me?"

What?

Anna frowned. "No, what are you doing here—"

She stretched out her arm to her, and in her hand was a black folder. "We should speak about our contract."

Oh, Anna couldn't forget about that. She'd been thinking about it all day. Her frown deepened when she understood that Elsa was not going to reject that contract. The image of the blonde immediately signing the paper was… Anna didn't know what to think.

Elsa was getting closer, her height looming over the intimidated girl.

"Did you think I'd forget?" Elsa smiled. And it dimmed to a curious… enticing expression. Her bright blue eyes fell into a frigid darkness… Anna's heart skipped when the tall woman strutted towards her.

The redhead gulped, perhaps, thinking she'd… well, have a second thought—

Her back finally touched the wall, and Anna was in no position to get away any further—-as much as she wanted to, something about Elsa was alluring. Possibly, to the point that it was quite scary. She looked up to her with glowing turquoise eyes. This is… what I want?

Seeing the blonde smile… captivating all of her, trapping her in her gaze… Anna found this all very frustrating. She felt the woman's arm holding her waist, her hand placed on her bare back. Her body shivered against her will… and all she could feel against her neck was Elsa's lips… her breath grazing her skin.

"I missed you," Elsa whispered against her hot skin.

"Y-You… ah…" What was she thinking? The redhead bit back a moan.

Anna shut her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. Is this really what I want?

Yes… Oh, yes, it was … yet she was holding herself back. Her breathing was shallow, loving-craving for more of the woman's touch… her lips caressing every little part of her body. Her cheeks grew red, burning with desire and lust.

"Please…" she begged, gasping at the peppering kisses on her neck, the hot breath ghosting against her skin. She laid her hands on her shoulders, gripping onto the jacket — whether to peel it off, or to push her back, Anna still hadn't decided yet. As if she longed for this… she didn't stop Elsa's lips ghosting against her skin, her fingers taking her body with pleasure.

But that didn't last very long. Anna's heart quickened, seeing her pull apart with her blue eyes gazing back at her. She couldn't breathe, watching the woman's fingers grazing her lips.

"Sorry," Elsa breathed, and backed up, to much of Anna's disappointment. "I didn't come to see you just to…" Her eyes wandered up and down her. She was tempted to roll her eyes.

Gods, did she feel completely vulnerable and naked towards her. Her blanket had fallen to the ground, but she was too dumbfounded to cover herself up.

She gulped. But it didn't matter. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before.

Elsa took her jacket off and placed it over her shoulders. "I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Her fingers ran through Anna's fringes, placing loose strands behind her ear.

What am I doing? Just standing here, looking like an idiot. I'm supposed to question her.

"T-Thank you." It… wasn't what she wanted to start with saying.

Silence. Great.

Outstretched in front of her was the folder, with Elsa patiently waiting for her to take it. "I… signed it." That was something Anna didn't really want to hear. Elsa couldn't possibly be serious here.

"Why? What are you doing here?" Anna glared at the folder, having no means to take the papers inside it.

She tilted her head. "I don't understand-"

"I don't… like being played." Eyes stern, and empty of any emotion - Anna knew that as much as she wanted her, she also had her doubts. What that woman wanted—-needed, was something she didn't want to do anymore. And, as much she didn't admit it… as much as she didn't want to go back that path, she wanted Elsa.

Elsa dropped her arm, blue eyes staring down at the redhead. "You… think I'm playing you?"

"Then what is it, if you're not?" Love. She blinked. "Love? Do you—-"

"No, I don't love you." A pause. Elsa led herself to the table and took a seat. "That is… I don't dislike you, either."

Stop leading me on.

Anna chewed on her lip, her arms wrapped around her waist. She wasn't sure if this was because of her own confusion or for protection. But it really didn't matter, anyway…

Elsa sighed. "I think… we've come to a misunderstanding."

No shit!

"I've only come out today to give you the contract."

"Then-"

"Perhaps… you were just too irresistible." Bullshit. She slid the contract towards Anna, who was barely keeping her composure… burning with desire and pleasure… trying to keep her hands from providing her with a certain relief.

At this point, she really didn't care about the contract. She sat next to Elsa, watching the woman gaze back at her... Where was that smile she was looking at not long ago?

Biting her lip through the deafening silence, Anna picked the contract up. "Y-You just…" She cleared her throat. "We haven't even started meeting… officially yet."

Chills ran down her spine when she sensed the woman smirking at her… and her fingers pushing strands of loose hair behind her ear.

"You don't seem like you dislike this."

Anna flushed. "T-That's not the point!"

The blonde laughed softly. "I know. Should I apologize? I'm sorry." Honestly, Anna wasn't convinced she was sorry. At all. But whatever.

"Uh… well, thanks for handing this back to me. Just… call me whenever you want—-" Wait. "T-To arrange an appointment, I mean." But that too. Gods, no… Anna knew she was too much of a clumsy woman, but she couldn't be this naive and clumsy. Anna cleared her throat. "Right. Just to arrange an appointment and a place."

She nodded, looking at her watch. "It's late, do you want a ride home?"

"Wait." She held Elsa's arm tightly. "What's your intention?"

Elsa tilted her head, arching an eyebrow up. "Intention?"

"Yeah." She glared at her. "With… all of this… are you trying to pursue me?" She knew she shouldn't have asked that question… and by the end of it, Elsa had leaned into her flushed cheek. Her lips pressed against her hot skin, earning a slight shudder—which Anna involuntarily let out. Feeling her breath tickling her ear sent her to heaven. Without a doubt, whatever her brain told her… wasn't what her heart was feeling.

She quite enjoyed Elsa's company.

"So what if I am…?"

a/n: sorry for being so late! i just want to upload a chapter before school starts, and until it does... i probably won't be able to upload for while cuz... college applications and shit. i've already finished the next chapter so that'll be uploaded soon until then. hope you all like this chapter, even if nothing really happened! i swear next one will be more excited.