True Love's Kiss (4)
by Sleek Ink
Short, Modern AU of how a simple kiss turns into a hot, chaotic Elsanna mess.
A/N: To answer 'someguyoranother's' question, the bonus part from chapter 3 is a drabble of Elsa's interview which I posted in swashbuckling dash pen dot tumblr dot com slash post/81539980085/waking-anna
Enjoy!
(edited version)
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Anna scooted to the rightside of the couch and patted the space beside her.
Wordlessly, Elsa settled herself on the seat, carefully smoothing the creases of her dress shirt and jeans that weren't there. It was technically a two-seater loveseat, so both women were painfully aware that the slightest movement will make their knees kiss, or their legs overlap each other.
Not that we had a problem being close. I mean, we did kiss each other earlier today, right? Practically made out. Sucked her lips and tongue without much thought of how it will hurt Kristoff. No. How it will mince him to pieces.
Anna's eyes were filled with the tormented face of Kristoff. Mindlessly, she stuffed another Dorrito into her mouth and hoped it filled the gaping hole of guilt in her heart.
"Hey," Elsa said, tugging the attention of the redhead. "You are in one of your internal babble fests again. Are you okay?"
"I really don't know how to answer that," Anna said, ripping open a pack of mini Reese. "Want a bite?"
Elsa's eyes strayed a minute too long on Anna's lips where a drizzle of crumbs traced its curvy shape. Did she hear Anna right? She wants me to bite? OH.
The blonde belatedly saw the tiny bar of Reese held in front of her. She wished she still had her glasses at that moment. Under this light, she knew the reflection of the thick lenses would've concealed her errant gaze.
She quietly cleared her throat. "Thanks. Um..do you want to talk about it?" The blonde reached out to take the chocolate bar, careful not to let their fingers brush. If kissing her made Anna this upset, she will never touch the redhead again.
"No." Anna's shoulders slumped against the backrest, a dejected sigh blew the bangs off her forehead. "I don't want to think about it. Let's just focus on consuming these fine junk food, shall we?"
Anna wolfed down two chocolate bars in quick succession while Elsa bit daintily into one. As the peanut butter and chocolate suffused her taste buds, Elsa let her eyes flutter shut. A throaty purr slipped from her lips. "Mmmm…so good."
The redhead paused in mid bite. That sound. Elsa's bliss in a velvet note. It made the tiny hairs in Anna's ears stand in attention. The redhead glared at the remaining Reese in her hand. You lucky stick.. you get to be in Elsa's mouth and make her do unholy sounds.
"Can I get another one? It's been I while since I had any of those." Elsa asked almost sheepishly.
"That's because you are too elite for store-bought bars. Does Gerda still make those divine gateau chocolate cakes?" Anna recalled Elsa's elderly nanny who always smelled of flour and butter.
"Why I am not surprised you remember her. After the amount of chocolate she
she bribed you for good behavior with." Elsa's eyes danced merrily at the memory of a pudgy, pigtailed Anna tugging Gerda's sleeves on tiny tiptoes.
"Hey!" Anna huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't need to be bribed. I liked pretending to be a good kid."
"Unfortunately," Elsa heaved a sigh. "Gerda retired. Well, ever since father died, we
let go most of the household staff. My Mum runs the hotel empire now and I help out here and there."
"Sorry to hear that." Anna hesitated a beat. "I knew your Dad was…well I knew he was such a...commanding presence in your life."
"I thought 'Hitler' was the word you used to describe my father."
"Well, he forbade you to do a lot of things. Including playing with me! I knew he thought I wasn't well-bred or rich enough to be your friend. I always had holes in my socks, my hair out of place. He said… what was it.. I was a boisterous, precocious young lady but I knew they were just fancy words for being too loud, crude and-"
"Anna..." The soothing hum of Elsa's voice instantly stilled Anna's tongue. The blonde smiled gently as she let her fingers whisper across Anna's cheeks, skimming over the slim bridge of her nose before wiping away the frown on Anna's forehead. "I didn't care what he thought. Nothing he said could change the fact that you were the truest friend I ever had. And that you are still the sweetest, most lovable klutz I have ever known." Elsa's pools of blue glimmered, like the way the ocean catches and refracts rays of sunlight.
Anna felt a blanket of warmth enfold her. There was such pure affection in that gaze, such comfort in that simple touch. She couldn't help but lean closer, get a little bit warmer.
"Anna…what are you-"
The words were stolen from Elsa's mouth as Anna's lips slid against hers, brushing open her lips, enclosing and tasting. Languid. Tantalisingly slow.
Hands flew to each other's faces, holding each other close. A hand wrapped around a slender neck. Another hand combed through silky soft tresses. Two bodies shifted until they met in a single horizon. Heads tilted left and right in feverish rhythm, searching for the perfect collision of softness against softness, heat against scorching heat.
"Ummff.." Anna sighed, feeling Elsa's lips hold her tongue captive, sipping off her juices. Each gentle suction, each stroke of Elsa's fingers through her hair, uprooted everything Anna knew about herself. A wild, heart-racing whirlwind that left her in complete disarray. She didn't know what was above or below. What was right or wrong. Straight or curved. All she knew was the quiet force that is Elsa will make it impossible for everything to be the same again.
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Punzel was in her fourth beer when she thought she had finally found the courage to approach the svelte, Asian bar tender who looked like Lucy Liu's twin. The night was cool. But the atmosphere inside the Meow Mix was as sweaty as the bodies of virile, red-blooded lesbians who packed and prowled the dance floor.
After being caught in the middle of the combusting sexual tension between Anna and Elsa, Punzel figured it is time to get herself some action too. She was only a few steps away from her 'target' when a burly blond man blocked her view.
"Hi, Punzie. Fancy meeting you here." The brittle voice of Kristoff blew an arid air over Punzel's lusty intentions.
"Kristoff. This is a lesbian bar. You're not allowed in here." Punzel swiftly hid her surprise and noted the stink of beer cloaking her friend.
"Just because my charms won't work on Anna doesn't mean it won't with that bisexual blonde at the door." Kristoff grinned. It was a grin empty of mirth. "Besides, I came here to see what was the fuss about. I mean, if I want to understand my bisexual or lesbian girlfriend, it won't hurt to research from the source."
"Kristoff…" Punzel hesitated. Torn between wanting to comfort her friend and giving him hard kick in the head to get his ass off the pity party. "Why don't I get you a drink?"
Punzel grabbed two Hoegaardens and wove through the crowd, leading Kristoff to an empty booth. They drank in heavy silence. Eyes drifting away from each other to observe the crowd of women of different hues, shapes and sizes.
Any minute now. Punzel thought. Just wait for the drama to drop in three, two, one. No. Nothing?
One minute. Two minutes. C'mon Toffee.
"Do you think Anna's gay?" Kristoff finally blurted. His chest deflating as if he had been holding in the question like his last breath.
The brunette carefully chewed on the reply in her mind. "Well. I really don't know, Kristoff. For some people, it takes awhile to be aware or be certain about their sexual orientation."
"I'm not asking about some people." Kristoff pointed his now empty bottle at Punzel. "I'm asking your personal opinion if you think Anna is gay."
"Well…" Punzel stalled by grabbing another beer from a passing waitress and handed it to the blond. "Honestly Kristoff. I don't know which side Anna is on the Kinsey Scale yet. And neither does she. All I know is she cares a lot about you. But she may be potentially attracted to someone else, who happens to be a girl."
Kristoff's face screwed into a wrinkle of confusion. "Can you simplify that for me? I have no idea what scale a Kinsey is."
"What I am saying Kristoff, is that I have no idea. I think Anna is still discovering herself. And she may be even more confused than you. She came in that museum expecting to be woken by a prince, but instead she woke up to a princess." And an effin hot one at that. Punzel decided to be kind and leave her last thought undisclosed.
"But…how could she not know?" Kristoff threw up his hands in the air, his voice rising above the din. "She has been dating guys for years. And we've been making out, making love, and it seems she was really into it. Or maybe she's been faking it. Maybe…"
"Okay, stop." Punzel commanded. Her voice was colder than the beer in her hand. "You sound like a man who's ego has been bruised. I am not blaming you, I am just telling you that you are sounding just a wee bit whiny for my taste."
That immediately shut Kristoff up. His mouth was set in a firm, hard line. A tick pulsed in his jaw, but he held his silence.
"Let's not forget that this isn't about you or what you did Kristoff. This is about Anna." Punzel took a deep draught from her beer before continuing. "Imagine everything you feel about Anna. How you were first attracted to her. How your liking her was slowly turning into something more romantic. You start to love her. Lust for her. But then one day when you get your first peek under her skirt and realise that she has a penis. How will you react?"
Kristoff's eyes bugged from their sockets. "What? How am I supposed to react to that? I mean… I fell in love with her as a girl. Got attracted to her as a girl…"
"But before she was a girl, she was first Anna. You fell in love with Anna. You lusted after Anna. What is in between a person's legs isn't who you dated, joked with and cuddled with at the movies. Do you understand at all, Kristoff?" Punzel fought the urge to bop the head of her friend, which was currently doing an imitation of a fish gasping for water.
Several minutes passed. Maybe even days in Punzel's lesbian lovin' deprived timeline. She knew she would've been making out with that cute bar tender at this minute if Kristoff didn't stall her. But she could not leave her friend alone in his unenlightened state.
"Let's say I understand." Kristoff said, treading carefully. "So it means Anna might really like this girl she kissed, not because she's a girl but because she's a good kisser."
"That would be partially correct." Punzel said. "Let's just say something in Anna responded to this person without even knowing their gender. And she opens her eyes and sees this blonde beauty. But this isn't just any blonde beauty. Elsa used to be her bestfriend when Anna was about eight years old. So it's kinda more complicated than that."
"Wait a second. They know each other?" Kristoff stood so fast Punzel thought she felt the wind whip her face. "This isn't just some random stranger she just met. This is someone she could fall in love with. Oh Punzel, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
With just a few short strides, Kristoff was already at the bar's exit.
"Crap." Punzel cursed her short legs as she got up to chase after her friend.
He was already a few feet away from his motorbike when Punzel caught up with him.
"Where the hell are you going?" Punzel said breathlessly, clutching a stitch at her side.
"I'm going over to your place. I need to talk to Anna." Kristoff said before marching towards Sven.
"What the.." Kristoff yelped in surprise as he felt the weight of a sack of potatoes latch on his back. "Punzel! What the fuck?!"
In a moment of sheer genius or utter stupidity, Punzel launched herself at Kristoff. Her arms anchored around his thick neck, her legs coiled like a boa constrictor around his hips.
"Umm…I'm calling in a favour you owe me for your job at Wong's Restaurant." Punzel felt the panic creeping in her voice. "I need you to give me piggy back ride home."
TBC
A/N: You got me. I lied. I thought this was the final chapter, but apparently I won't end it here just yet. But rest assured, I won't go beyond six chapters because this story was supposed to be a quick roll in your hay. Just a drabble that steered off course but I will soon veer towards its end. So don't let your hopes get too high for a long story. (But then, if you are nice to me, then maybe I will reconsider.)
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