WARNING: so very (in)zesty and NSFW.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The year was certainly interesting. At least, the next several months of 2016 proved to be a fascinating experiment.

Having been assured by Doc Pabbie that the new Mr. Fusion unit could handle the toll, Elsa skipped over a week in late October. This time, she said she was just going to go from Monday to Sunday with no stops between, as another small test – to get a feel for what it would be like. And it made no real difference to the rest of the world. She had called in from work — though they were starting to get worried about her taking off even more time — and Kristoff covered for her absence with the family. No ill effects. It wasn't going to be the same as skipping over entire months at a time, as they intended to do in the future, but it was successful.

Meanwhile, Anna and Punz were getting used to life at college, so she didn't even have time to do much in the way of worrying about her mother's misadventures. Classes were hard, dorm life was strange, and trying to find new band members took up a lot of her leftover free time.

That didn't mean Elsa wouldn't pop in once in a while. Sometimes when she least expected.

The Halloween party was a standard fraternity-sorority bash. Anna couldn't remember the names, but it didn't really matter, either. She had seen enough Veronica Mars to know to watch her alcohol, and never accept a drink from anyone else besides her girlfriend. She was actually enjoying herself; everyone was dressed up – or in various states of undress, since it was college – and it really was just a great excuse to let off some steam before the weeks leading up to finals.

At least, that had been Anna's plan. A little steaminess had certainly been anticipated for later that evening, but when her gaze fell to a newcomer, the eyes of everyone else at the party following suit, she realised she had grossly underestimated how hot a tantalising body could be, and how much she yearned for that contact.

"Holy… ffffuuuckballs."

And Anna wasn't the only one looking. Elsa looked another ten years younger, the crow's feet gone and her skin brighter than it had been in a while. Not only that, but the way she was filling out that slutty black dress, she also had the 'older woman' allure of a supermodel-level 27-year-old that made all the college boys drop their jaws - and want to drop their pants.

Girl-loving-girls were no exception. Anna was frozen in place as Elsa approached with a small smile in place, squeezing between throngs of college students to show off her costume. Of course, that only made things ten times worse for Anna as all the blood left her head and she began thanking the heavens that the toga she was wearing meant that she had a bra on. At least she would be slightly less conspicuous.

Suddenly, she felt Punz lean up to kiss her cheek. "I'll leave you two alone," she murmured. Anna swallowed thickly and gave a mute nod. Though to be truly alone, they would have to go back to the dorm room…

"Who's the hot teacher?" one of the guys whispered to his friends. There were a lot of shrugs. "Maybe she's a TA…"

"Can't believe a teacher would dress up as Elvira. I mean, the chesticles!"

"Who?"

"You know, Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?" When none of his friends answered, he sighed and grunted, "Philistines…"

Anna's knowledge was a little closer to the Philistines. However, she recognised the costume vaguely, from something on TV at some point. As much as she had absorbed random 80s trivia, she had come across Elvira at some point, she was sure.

Elsa looked the part to a 'T'. Voluptuous figure poured into a tight-fitting dress, ample cleavage on display for the entire party. As she walked, the slit up the side swung to reveal a shapely leg, shrouded in a fishnet stocking. Matching black heels clicked across the hardwood floors until she reached the hallway runner, softening the sound. The big-hair black wig definitely helped to cover her usual blondeness – and the pale makeup highlighting her cheekbones and rimming her eyes with darkness, paired with those ruby-red lips, made her such a graveyard knockout that Anna knew no one would ever think they were related. She didn't even bother trying to shush the boys; anybody would have reacted that way.

Anybody.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Elsa asked Anna mildly, voice purring and as sensual as her outfit.

"Uhh… I, uh… me…" Clearing her throat, she managed, "S-Sophitia. It's from a video game. I'm… so Elvira, huh?"

Smiling softly, Elsa reached up and glided a hand over Anna's blonde wig. "Didn't realise you'd be wearing this or I might have picked a different costume. We could both be blondes for a day."

"Then people would definitely be saying we were sisters," Anna whispered in a quiet voice. "I'm surprised they aren't saying it now; you look so… so good."

The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them. Anna didn't want to break the spell by looking away, or moving; she wanted to stand there with Elsa forever because she had no idea when she might next see her.

Elsa had other plans. Leaning forward a touch – pushing her breasts forward and biting her lip, just enough to be far more enticing than it should be – she murmured, "What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

Anna's shaking hand held up her own Solo cup, and Elsa drank from it – leaving a lipstick mark that had Anna's blood pounding in her ears. This was too hot. Were they on the surface of the sun? She smiled awkwardly, and her mother's grin had just enough of a wolfish quality to it that she felt her knees go weak.

"So… do you wanna get out of here?"

Immediately, the toga-clad idiot felt her mouth run dry and found herself unable to answer. She glanced around for Punz, but her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. It made her a little sad in the back of her mind; Punz shouldn't have to feel like she needed to disappear.

But she would worry about her later. Trying to swallow and failing miserably, Anna nodded. She had no idea where Elsa was going to take her, but that was okay. After all, she never felt safer than when she was with her mother.

~ o ~

Contrary to her expectations and as far away from her hopes as one could get, Elsa did not take Anna back to the dorm. And perhaps that would have been a little much, but Anna couldn't pretend that she didn't think of Elsa most of the time whenever she cranked one out. So it would have been nice to have it really happen for once.

Not when she was with Punz, though. Never with Punz. As any Ghostbusters fan knew, you just don't cross the streams.

Instead, Elsa led her out of the party, making a detour that was only just enough out of the way to grab Punz, who had been loitering in the kitchen, and led them all into the cool evening air together. Anna tried very hard not to look at how Elsa's well-displayed tits reacted to that.

"So who is Jennifer supposed to be? A Catholic schoolgirl version of Xena?"

Dipping her head slightly at being paid attention to, she whispered, "I'm Cassandra. From 'Soul Calibur III'? Specifically that one because her costume in IV was a little too revealing for me…" Then she caught herself and hurriedly added, "N-not that there's anything wrong with a revealing costume! Of course! I just, um, it's not for me."

Elsa had been nodding along as they walked through the campus, and then chuckled at her blustering. "Of course." Then her eyebrows perked up. "Oh, are you two from the same game?"

"Yeah," Anna said with a huge smile. "I mean, I don't remember the characters all that well but it's a fun game. Punz is the expert."

"O-oh, I wouldn't say 'expert'! Just liked the characters, and I can Google to look up what they look like for cosplay purposes."

"Nerd," she said affectionately.

"Well, you both look wonderful," Elsa told them in no uncertain terms. Still sounding like a mom, despite her more youthful appearance. "Not that I have any previous knowledge of who they are. But… well, I can't help noticing something."

"What?" Punz asked, face serious as if they were about to get into some kind of costuming discussion.

"Did you purposefully put your girlfriend in the sexier outfit, or did you just think she suited the character?"

The serious face turned into a slight blush. "U-um… well, a little of both? I thought Anna would look great in it, and… between the two of us, she's the more courageous, more determined. I guess."

'Elvira's' hand drifted up to cup the girl's cheek, and she blushed even redder. "It's sweet. And I guess if that's who this toga-wearing exhibitionist is, then that's our Anna."

"Exhibitionist?!" Anna burst out. "Hey, I'm covered! I mean… not very well, okay, but there's nothing showing! And we have cool swords and shields!"

Withdrawing her hand, Elsa stopped her teasing. There was still a grin on her face, though, and her eyes trailed appreciatively over Anna's outfit once more. Anna couldn't help doing the same. She still hadn't fully experienced this new Elsa yet, and she was more than aware of that fact.

"So, what are we doing?" she asked instead, trying to distract herself. Feeling Punz's hand slide into hers as they walked, she allowed herself to take Elsa's on the other side. From a distance, they probably just looked like three sorority girls heading to – or from – a party. Elsa hummed thoughtfully a moment.

"I thought I could just spend the night hanging with the two of you. See how that goes? Unless, of course, you don't want me to." There was an easy smile on her face that showed only the tiniest hint of hesitance. To be fair, it was rather odd, showing up unannounced like this. However, Elsa certainly looked at ease enough to suggest that she believed they wouldn't "not want her".

She was right.

"How about ice cream?" Anna asked. "My treat?"

"Oh no, you don't," Elsa argued. "I dragged you away from the party. If there's any treating going around, I'll be doing it."

"Ooh, is that so?" The purred words surprised even Anna, and her eyes widened the same moment a choked cough came from next to her. Punz looked absolutely mortified, and her hand was covering her mouth in a valiant attempt to hold back any other noises.

Now Anna felt bad. She shouldn't have said that. The words had burst from her lips faster than she could stop them, and the innuendo hadn't been missed by anyone. Just because Punz knew of – and accepted, to a degree – Anna's relationship with Elsa, it didn't mean she wanted it shoved in her face. And why would she? She was Anna's girlfriend; Elsa was Anna's mother.

Letting out a small cough, Anna looked to the ground, embarrassed. "Sorry," she mumbled, quiet but heartfelt. Elsa remained silent, though even she seemed somewhat chastened.

"No, no! It's fine," Punz said hurriedly. "It wasn't- I just choked on something. I don't-" Taking a breath, she shut her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself. "I'm good, you're good, and Mrs- Elvira is good. Everything is hunky dory."

There was an honest smile on her face, and Anna squeezed her hand in a small show of thanks. Then she turned to Elsa.

"Ice cream sounds great. Maybe we can share one of those huge sundaes!"

"I'd like that," Elsa said with a small smile. Her cheeks were still a little warm, but luckily the makeup mostly covered that. "And I am sorry for interrupting; you didn't have to blow the party off for me."

Shrugging easily, Anna said, "It's okay. I was just thinking about leaving, anyway."

"Really?" Elsa asked in a dubious tone.

"Honest! Like, it's fun for a while, but we already took a few pics and, um, had to turn down like fifty drinks from guys who think they stood a chance. After a while, that gets old."

Finally, Punz sighed and seemed to be able to let go of her discomfort around this situation. "Yeah, it does. You know that 'throw the drink in the face' thing that only happens in movies? I finally had to act it out after like, the first dozen dudebros."

Elsa snorted a little and repeated "dudebros" under her breath. Anna had to smile; for a woman pushing fifty, she did stay pretty contemporary, but was still fascinated by small things from modern culture like that.

"In that case, I'm glad I could rescue you two. Do you mind if… I get a picture of the three of us?"

Shrugging, Anna glanced at Punz and they both nodded; that seemed harmless enough. So they all waited while she set the timer and propped the phone up on the base of a statue on the campus quad. Firstly, they did one with Anna in the middle, that seeming natural due to her being their mutual interest. With Elsa being the tallest, the next one was with her in the middle with the other two popping their feet and leaning in against her like some old pinup from the World War II era. About halfway through the picture-taking, Punz seemed to realise how close she was to Elsa and began to blush, which was just enough to show up in the picture.

"Oh wow, erase that one," she lamented, hiding her face. "I look like a tomato!"

"It's cute," Anna countered. "And other than that it turned out perfect; I don't think we could get it that good again."

"Agreed; it's very sweet. I'll treasure it always." Again, Elsa patted Jennifer, but this time on the shoulder. If Anna had to guess, she thought her mother was beginning to notice just how uncomfortable she was with any contact between them, and was trying to dial it back.

So they went to have ice-cream and Elsa did pay – though Anna refrained from commenting on it further than a simple, "Thank you." Punz echoed her words, obviously genuine but still a touch… nervous? Embarrassed? Anna wasn't sure and she didn't want to ask, either. She did make an effort to rein it in, though. Punz seemed to appreciate it.

By the time they'd finished their ice creams and were making their way through the campus, the Autumn night was beginning to turn cooler. Parties were still raging, and momentarily Anna wished that Elsa hadn't shown up. For just a moment, she wished she could just be a regular college student who gets drunk at a Halloween party with her girlfriend. But just for a moment – because she didn't truly want that. There were thousands of normal people and thousands of normal days and she didn't want that anymore. She just wanted a life with Punz and Elsa.

So it was on their way back to the dorms when Punz again offered to make herself scarce. This time, she simply said, "I'm going to go crash with that foreign exchange student, Kida something? She offered if it was too rowdy elsewhere."

"You don't have to do that," Anna said with a put-out expression, but this time Punz was a little more insistent. She just kissed her cheek and smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You two can have the room tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that…" Waving over her shoulder, she moved off toward the party. Apparently, she was planning on enjoying it a little longer, but wanted to give Anna her time with Elsa now.

Which Elsa seemed a little surprised by, but didn't say anything about it as they made their way upstairs. The party had spilled into the hallways, so they had to weave around mummies and zombies and superheroes until they got to Anna's door.

"Haven't been in here since you got set up," she breathed quietly with a small smile, looking around at the Pat Benatar poster and the wallscroll from some anime that probably belonged to Jennifer.

"It's a room, I guess." Scratching her ear, she bumped the door shut behind them. "Um… so how's stuff? I haven't talked to you since the semester started."

"Well, it's been pretty straightforward for me; I have been working, and then I took that week off, and… well, I'm sure you can tell I had another procedure done. And if your reaction to me walking in was any indication, it was time and money well spent."

Anna bit her lip and giggled a little, and Elsa smiled. But she wasn't pushing, wasn't advancing further. Simply standing in the room and looking around, her hourglass figure filling out that dress in a way that made her stomach tingle. Her palms itched to reach out and grab handfuls of everything she could find, but she forced herself to take this slow. To just enjoy her mother coming back to visit.

But… she didn't want that. She wanted Elsa, not her mom. It was only made worse because she was absolutely expecting to get some tonight – the plan had just changed a little. Then again, if Elsa had come here purely to show off the results of the procedure and spend time with her daughter, then Anna was happy to do that, too. As consolation prizes went, it wasn't a bad one at all.

"Yeah, it's different, right?" Brushing her bangs across her forehead, she took a step forward and past Elsa towards the bed. "We had to do some redecorating after I accidentally spilled nacho cheese on literally everything. I let Punz pick the—"

She was cut off by a deafening click, and swivelling on the spot, Anna's eyes aligned to the door where she had been standing just before. Except now, Elsa was there, leaning against the wood with one hand on the lock and the other slung across her body.

"—the colours…"

"She does have good taste," Elsa said, a wicked little smile reaching her eyes and sticking to her lips. "Pity about the cheese, though. Did it burn you?"

Anna couldn't respond for a moment. What could she say? Elsa's words didn't match her actions, and Anna-the-daughter was at war with Anna-the-horny-college-student. Finally she settled on a very underwhelming, "Huh?"

"Oh, you know," Elsa said, stepping forward. "Did it make you… dirty?"

A slow blush spread across her cheeks, though it was still a lot faster than she wished it was. "I'm… uhh, are you trying to ask if I need a bath? Do I smell or something?"

"Maybe I'm out of practice," Elsa admitted with a quiet chuckle. Then she paced forward and slid her hands up and over Anna's shoulders, around to gently rest on the back of her neck. "I was trying to gently encourage you to sleep with me. Did I do it wrong?"

The blush only got worse.

"Goodness," Elsa chuckled, playing with the fine ginger hairs peeking out from beneath the blonde wig of her costume. "I seem to have flustered… what was her name? Sophia?"

"Sophitia." Her lips felt numb, her pulse racing. It wasn't her mother – or even Elsa. This was almost like being propositioned by some total stranger, a raven-haired fox that looked old enough to be a very young teacher. Much though she hated to admit it, she had gone from zero to "hopelessly aroused" in the minute or so since Elsa had locked the door.

Why did Elsa seem to do this to her so easily? Even when she was her own age, all she had to do was look at her the right way and she dissolved into need. Here and now, her mother leaned forward a little more to whisper, "Are you alright?" and Anna barely heard her, she was so taken with the gorgeous, elegant woman.

"Wha…? I'm f-fine. I'm…" Her eyes focused on Elsa's lips. So red, so full… she had to kiss them.

And then she was. Her mother's cheesy pick-up line was forgotten as Anna melted into Elsa. She tasted like lipstick and heaven, and as the noise from the party raged around them, Anna had no desire to bite back her moans. She began kissing harder – hard enough to push Elsa back towards the locked door. They struck it with a thump, but though Elsa gave a soft "Oof," she didn't let their lips part for longer than a second.

"Fuck, I need you," Anna growled as she moved to divest Elsa from her dress. The wig came off first, falling to the ground and letting Elsa's hair fall down with it. Whether it was due to the words or the actions, Anna wasn't sure, but it made very little difference as Elsa gasped and writhed against her.

"Picking up- ngh- bad habits…" Elsa groaned out. "Foul language…"

Anna smirked against her skin. "Just for you." Her hands slipped inside the open chest of the dress. "Just for you, my Elsa."

Her mother's back arched as she felt the hands find her peaks beneath the material, with little effort or opposition. Elsa was ready to be touched, and Anna was ready to touch her. She couldn't believe they were finally taking this step; not their first encounter, but the most honest and open one since 1985.

"Yes," was all she could think to breathe as she listened to Elsa moaning, as she moved down to nip at the skin. Little by little, she teased the plunging neckline open until her mouth could press to the nipple itself, enveloping it so easily and drawing it in.

And it unmade Elsa. Her hands fell to Anna's shoulders, gripping for a moment as if to push her away before pulling her forward. A heart at war with itself was beating fast behind the soft mounds that she played with. She had been dying to have this for almost a year now, and she would be damned if anything stopped her.

"Tori…" Seemed her mother still needed that much. But she wasn't going to begrudge her. Or at least, she was going to change things up a little.

"Who? My name is Sophitia, Elvira."

A half-breathless laugh blasted from her throat, and Anna's stomach fluttered with joy. "Oh, that's the game, is it? Alright… I can handle that. Sophitia."

"Mmm… Elvira…" And maybe Anna dragged out the first syllable a touch longer than she would have otherwise, but its similarity to her mother's name sent a delightful chill down her spine, clashing against the heat at her navel.

Manouevering her leg a tad, Anna slipped it between Elsa's, pressing deep at the same moment she resumed her attack on the nipples standing proud against Elsa's flesh. God, this was it. Sort of. It was the first time that Anna could fully appreciate the way Elsa looked when she was being pulled apart piece by piece; the pleasure working into every crevice of her being. She was more beautiful than Anna could ever have imagined, and suddenly the only thing she wanted was to see Elsa come. She wanted Elsa to fall apart beneath her fingertips, pressed against a dorm room door while a party raged outside.

And despite initiating it this time, Anna still wanted Elsa to say her name. To not be afraid to say it. But that would come with time, and the whole idea was pushed from her mind because there were far more fun things to focus on.

"Ah! Oh… oh, Sophitia!"

It took that little to melt away concerns and refocus on making this ethereal creature writhe with ecstasy. If she could. She had before, on rare occasions – and she aimed to do the same this time.

"Do you know how much I love these?" she taunted Elsa as she laved her soft peaks, feeling the rigid centers pressing back against her tongue.

"Bet you say that to all the girls," Elsa whispered softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You… mmhh… you flirt."

Her head shook before she leaned in and wrapped her lips close around one, suckling for a moment and eliciting a louder moan. "Just you."

For just a moment, the thin veil between their play and reality parted when Elsa whispered softly, "You always have."

Anna hesitated, eyes flicking up to her mother's and seeing the shared feeling. That they were breaking natural laws, doing things that should not be done. Something they spent so much time avoiding thinking about, not to confront the darker things and focus on the light. But this time, Elsa seemed almost determined to rustle that veil and show Anna that she wasn't a woman deluded. She simply wanted to keep the darkness concealed because the light was a lot more important to her.

"And I still do," Anna affirmed, kissing one to make sure Elsa was still alright with this. All she got in return was a soft sigh of pleasure, so she returned her tongue to the surface, swirling around the firm, pinkened nub.

She could have kept it up all day if not for her urge to go further. To explore. And now that Elsa was giving her permission – encouraging her… Anna was done waiting. She wanted Elsa, wanted to taste her and experience her. Make up for the time that they lost and prepare her for the time they had left.

So, Anna began sinking to her knees, the dress sliding off Elsa's shoulders to leave her completely bare. Thank God they were on the third floor – and thank God Elsa was braced against the wall, because though Anna never paused, when her mouth ran over the apex of Elsa's thighs, breathing hot and wet and obscenely into the space between them, she did shudder. Her knees buckled for just a moment as she fought to control herself.

Anna didn't let it break her rhythm. With one hand running up and down Elsa's calf, she used it to lift her leg. Elsa groaned when Anna kissed the top of her foot, just above where that shining black heel began, and she wasn't exactly sure what caused the sound. Was it the tender touch, or… something more? This was a curious thing, and not something Anna would ever have expected her mother to be interested in. Before her little foray into the past, Anna had never thought of her mother as a sexual being – despite having three children as evidence to the contrary. If the thought ever had crossed her mind, it was in the abstract 'parents do things and make babies and it's absolutely not about fun'.

Oh, how wrong she had been. And watching Elsa's eyes close, head tilted back as a long, low moan escaped her throat, Anna realised that she had been both wrong and also very, very stupid.

So the higher her lips went, and the more Elsa let out little moans of desire as she explored her calf, her knee, the more she finally had to completely let go of that idea of who her mother could have been. Was, in her memory, but had never existed in this version of history. This was Elsa McFly now and who she would be forevermore.

"God, you really are beautiful," Anna sighed against her thigh, hands trailing up and down the outsides of both, down to knees and up to hips and resting there a moment.

"Money well spent, then. If you like me this much."

"Not the money. Not your 'improvements' to this body. Just… you." Anna wanted her to know that. Even if she had never gone into the future and made her physical form younger, her love wouldn't change. All this changed was the openness with which they could be together in public. Hopefully.

At last, she was going down on Elsa again. For a few seconds. Then Elsa slid against the wall to one side, unable to remain standing, and Anna picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs windmilled and one of her black heels rocketed across the room to thump against the closet door, and they both laughed as they fell atop the sheets. Then arms were encircling bodies, lips finding lips. Legs tangling in sheets. Hearts dancing together.

Eventually, Anna found it quite natural to lift Elsa's leg up and slide her own thighs between. This was something she had tried with Jennifer and thought it could come in handy now; a few tries had made it a lot more pleasurable once they figured out exactly how to fit together so that it wasn't just an awkward idea. Expertise that she hoped to give to her mother.

"O-ohhhh," Elsa sighed when their wet petals began to grind against each other. "That's… that's new! I didn't think scissoring was a… a real thing!"

Giggling breathlessly, Anna wrapped her arms around Elsa's leg as she shifted her hips up and down. "It's for special occasions. And… y-yeah, not as easy as it looks, but… if you can do it just… r-right…"

There were a few solid seconds that were filled only with gasps and choked cries, their flesh slipping against each other's. Anna closed her eyes and focused on the movements, her actions becoming less and less controlled the closer she spiralled to her orgasm. Elsa was beautifully unhelpful – this was one aspect of sex that Anna was actually better than her in, and that thought only brought Anna closer to the edge. She liked being in control.

But that control also meant that she wanted to watch – witness Elsa come undone beneath her. A treat she had never been allowed to see before. So she opened her eyes, only somewhat disappointed to realise Elsa's had slipped shut.

Maybe she should change that.

"L-look at me, Els- Elvira," Anna murmured. Her voice was breathless, but gentle; strained, with a hint of the need that seemed so clear in every other aspect of her body. When Elsa didn't react, she tried again. "Look… look at me. Please."

This time, her voice was much stronger. Her fingernails dug in a little harder against Elsa's thighs when finally – finally they made eye contact.

"A-Anna…" she just barely managed to breathe, a slight flash of surprise in her features from the mild pain. But it was obviously not unwelcome, if her reaction were any indication. Belatedly, she let out a soft moan before amending, "I mean… Sophitia…"

But Anna felt a sense of triumph. She had finally got her mother to say her actual given name while they were together in this way. She wanted to push more, to call her "Elsa" – or "Mom". Demand she keep calling her by her name, at least. However, this was already a lot for her mother to have gotten past, so she didn't try.

"Elvira, I w-want you to come for me," she told her in no uncertain terms. Not that she wanted this moment to be over, but Elsa's pleasure came first. In fact, it was the only thing that mattered. "I wanna hear it. W-wanna feel it!"

Nodding, her mother grabbed onto the nearest leg to her front from the angle at which they were interlocked and hugged it to herself, sighing and rolling her hips in time with Anna's. She did the same, folding the other leg back to kneel slightly, giving herself a little more leverage. Then she tried to concentrate as much as possible on bringing pleasure to the two clusters of nerves they owned between them.

Now she was definitely glad that she had worn such a semi-revealing costume.

"Sophitia!" she cried out again, drawing the leg back from Anna's grasp to practically stand on her neck. Trying to open herself up more to the friction. "Sophi… phit…!"

The broken way she uttered most of her character's name made Anna let out a winded blast of laughter. This was everything she had been dreaming of during their months apart. Just because she had Jennifer and loved their moments together didn't mean she forgot the other with claim to her heart, her flesh and bones.

"'So Feet', huh?" Her hand pried the foot off her neck and kissed its toes, which curled away instinctively. "Is that what you just said you want?" Elsa shook her head. "It's not?"

"Just… just you!" she admitted, hips moving faster than ever. Anna's eyes were magnetically drawn to the soft breasts and the way the one she could still see rippled and rose up to nearly slap its owner in the face. If only she could reach it… but she would have to settle for the show.

And what a show it was. Even though Anna couldn't quite touch, it didn't mean that Elsa couldn't. Perhaps the desire was evident in Anna's eyes, because as Elsa lifted a hand to tug at one nipple, she made sure to send one slow wink her way.

It made Anna shudder, her rhythm faltering for a second. It wasn't enough to completely derail her impending orgasm, but it was enough to delay it for another little while. However, it hadn't had that effect on Elsa; contrarily, the hand at her breast began working harder as she stared at Anna, hips rolling desperately. Her expression was fierce and needy, and Anna wanted to give her it all.

So she grabbed Elsa's hips and redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded with a lewd moan that burst, long and low, from Elsa's lips. Perhaps part of it was for show, but it was undeniable how good it made her feel.

"I'm so close…" Elsa hissed. "Please! Finish me!"

Therefore, Anna held nothing back. She began to slam her hips once in a while for that jarring spasm of pain mingling with the pleasure, mostly sliding up and down the fragile folds with her own. Working hard to coax that stubborn orgasm free. Until…

Elsa exploded like a supernova, entire spine kinking and legs straightening all the way, forcing Anna to lean back. Watching that unfold got Anna a lot closer to her own, and she began rutting even harder, prompting a mingling gasp of surprise and a groan of detached pleasure from her mother.

"Sophitia!" she finally gasped out, swallowing to coat her throat. "Are… are you close?"

All she could do was nod. She was past the point of being able to say anything now, kissing and biting the calf in front of her face as she rocked her hips into the most perfect body she had ever encountered. Elsa said nothing to stop her after that, no questions or commentary. Just thrust back against the thrusts meant to give Anna her finish.

Though she did add one thing. A simple, whispered, "I love you."

Anna achieved heights she didn't even know were possible during sex. Her entire body was trying to seize up the way Elsa's had, but she did her best to stay loose and limber so that it wouldn't cause her pain later. She wanted this memory to be pure and beautiful and sweet.

Once they finally flopped down onto the bed, exhausted, Elsa did let out a groan of pain. "Ohhhh… I'll be feeling that for a few days."

"Sorry, not sorry," Anna giggled, rolling to curl around her. "Mmm… that was amazing." She noticed the slight wince. "You okay?"

"Of course." She took a few breaths before continuing, "The future has done wonders for me, but I still have the inner body of a woman pushing fifty. Feels more like my late thirties now, thanks to diet and exercise, and the procedures, but I'm never going to be an actual teenager again, I'm afraid."

"Good." Anna leaned over and kissed her, messy and wet and wonderful. "I could never date a teenager."

Elsa sighed into her mouth, running a hand up and down Anna's spine in that delicious way that had her shivering for more. Pointedly ignoring that she was already dating another teenager.

It was a shame that today was a 'one and done' kind of day. Every cell of Anna's body wanted more, but the ache already building at her navel was one she probably shouldn't ignore. Every time she moved her legs, her clit seemed to cry in pain, bruised and tender as it was.

Totally worth it.

"So is this the part where you kick me out of your room and we spend the next semester dodging each other's gaze until it culminates in desperate sex in the library?" Elsa asked, a cocky grin on her face. Her arm didn't stop its travels. It felt so good.

"Nah…" Anna sighed, slipping her eyes shut so she could snuggle into Elsa and appreciate how it felt. "We can do that tomorrow…"

Still unable to suppress certain motherly instincts, Elsa managed to drag the blanket over the two of them, tenderly caressing over Anna's hair as they nestled in close to each other's bodies. Grateful for warmth, for companionship.

"You're sure Jennifer is alright with giving us the room?" she asked just as consciousness was fading. "She has a place to go?"

"Yeah… mmm…"

"Alright." Her lips pressed into Anna's forehead. "I love you."

"Love you, too…" And that was the last they knew before fatigue caught up with them.

To Be Continued…