She woke to the screaming alarm, jolting awake only to be constricted by Marco's arms. Elsa bit her lip and reached over to silence the alarm. Marco shifted next to her and she felt him sit up. She turned to look at him. His eyes were fogged with sleep, his jet black hair strewn in a mess. Elsa giggled and he looked down at her. She stared at the face of her friend she had known so well. His eyes held within them every shade of green, a mesmerizing maze of lines and colors. His lips shaped a perfect cupid's bow, his nose was ever so slightly crooked from a skateboarding accident Elsa had witnessed, his teeth were perfectly straight after years of braces- which Elsa had also witnessed. Marco seemed so perfect to her. He lifted a hand and caressed Elsa's jawbone and she placed her hand on top of his, holding it there- relishing the moment, trying to memorize the texture of his skin.
"Good morning Frostbite." Marco smiled at her- and she smiled back, feeling the warming of her heart opening up. Her breath was steady but grew a slightest bit quicker. She leaned herself into Marco- bringing her lips to his. Marco's kiss was breath taking, her mind stopped working, her body engulfed in the pleasure. She pulled back to inhale his breath, and he came back again, attacking her passionately, yet softly at the same time. She felt Marco's hands slide around her waist and trace her torso. Elsa let out a high pitched moan in his mouth, her hands running through his hair gently. Marco's kiss fled her lips and traced her shoulders, taking the sleeves of her sweater down. She felt the dizzy of her head, the fever of adrenaline burst through her veins- she pulled away, looking back at Marco. The memories told her it was wrong, to turn and run away. Instead, she stayed, the past was in the past, how could she let that impact her now? She wouldn't let Hans take more from her then he already had. Her eyes found Marco's.
His eyes looked nothing like Hans's, they were soft, gentle, full of life.
She smiled and kissed him, the joy of something she wanted so badly but never knew how- never knew how to be loved. Elsa let him take her shirt off, and she pushed him to his back, ripping off his shirt and kissing his each of his sculpted abs shyly. She was such an amateur, and she felt pathetic- but she wanted Marco badly enough to try. For years she had only dreamed of loving Marco in a way exceeding friendship, and having him seemed to consume her world. Marco, slipped the clasp of her bra off while she kissed him, his hands then returning to her hair. Elsa placed a knee on either side of his hips, feeling the erection through his pants touch her core. She gasped and Marco held her hipbones, grinding against her in a moment of pleasure. Elsa set her hands at the sides of his face- smirking playfully. She felt so happy- she didn't understand it at all, and for once she didn't even care. Marco's hands left her hips and traced circles on her back.
"Do you love me Marco?" Elsa looked down at his green orbs- titling her head so that her hair fell gracefully off her left shoulder. Marco's green met hers and he smiled playfully.
"Well now let me think..." Marco's eyes gleamed with sarcasm and Elsa rolled her eyes. " Elsa I love you." This time Marco pushed Elsa over, his knee in between her legs, and his arms at her sides. He leaned down to kiss her jaw, and whisper gently. "I love you Elsa, I can't say it enough."
Elsa's lungs clenched tightly, and she bite her lip with the growing wetness of her panties. Marco's hands fondled with Elsa' breasts, causing Elsa to let a long- exasperated moan escape her.
"Oh?" Elsa closed her eyes tight and smiled. "Prove it then." She giggled a little at the tickle of his hands brushing her rib-cage.
Marco paused, his pants and boxers had both found their way to the floor. He went to hook his hands into her pants- but Elsa stopped him before he brought back any memories- she didn't need them now. She slid her own pants off - taking her panties with them and adjusting herself underneath Marco. Her hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, and Marco positioned himself above her entrance- Elsa's breath quickening out of her control. Marco waited for Elsa to open her eyes- he gave her a last look of questioning, and Elsa paused.
Is this a mistake? Elsa looked back at Marco- his glorious features, his caring eyes and answered her own question as she ground her hips into his- letting his tip touch her entrance. Elsa inhaled sharply at the stream of pleasure hitting her spine electrically. She'd never experienced this before, and her leg muscles twitched at the new feeling. Marco leaned down to kiss her- his tongue barely touching the tops of her teeth. Elsa's body sparked and ignited with desire. Marco entered her slowly- and Elsa pulled away from Marco to let out a high pitched cry. Marco stopped, and then he pressed into her as deep as her could- her core tightening around him. Elsa's legs tried to clamp together at the pleasure, and Marco's knees pushed them back open, holding them far apart and causing Marco's erection to deepen inside of her. Elsa whispered Marco's name, and he removed on of Elsa's hands from his shoulder- linking it to his. Elsa stared at the link- her ribs pounding with ecstasy suddenly turned into passion. A strange feeling rising from her heart. Marco brought the link up to him, kissing her knuckles devilishly- and proceeding to pull out of her, creating a steady rhythm as he brought his lips to hers.
Elsa's toes began to curl as her insides warmed. A stream of moans escaped her throat, and Marco began to moan. Hid lips buried into the crook of her neck. Marco's speed quickened so suddenly that Elsa didn't have the time to cry out- her grip on Marco's hand turned her knuckles a new shade of white and her hand ran up Marco's neck- grabbing a clump of hair. Elsa's climax ran rampid through her blood stream, Marco's breath on her neck only fuel this. Elsa's legs trembled and she whimpered, Marco's dick throbbing inside of her.
"Marco.. Marcco I'm- I- " Elsa's words couldn't leave her throat through the stress of her climax- her core gripping Marco's erection tightly. Elsa's back arched suddenly as she orgasmed wildly. Just as she came, Marco pulled out of her- cumming on her thighs and her torso. Elsa's hands and arms went limp- the energy left her body as she tried desperately to catch her escaping breath. Marco rolled off of her, laying shoulder-to-shoulder with her.
Elsa's breath finally returned to her- and she looked back at the clock. They still had an hour to spare. Elsa smiled and grabbed Marco's hand- eagerly pulling him out of the bed and dragging him to the shower.
.:*:.
Marco and Elsa whispered quietly in the shower- the warm water washing away there morning escapade. Marco stood behind Elsa he took the soap in his hands and ran it down Elsa's back, rubbing her shoulders gently. Elsa pulled her platinum-pale hair over the left side of her shoulder, running even paler white fingers through it. Marco's hands soothing her skin therapeutically.
"How long?" Elsa whispered to him, Marco chuckled softly and she blushed at the sexuality of the question. "How long have you like me?" She corrected herself.
Marco sighed behind her. "hmmm... remember the summer before 9th grade-" You mean when everything was perfect and simple? Elsa did, she remembered it being so normal at the time- but she craved the sweetness of it again. "-and we went to the pool, we were swimming and my braces got caught on the neck tie of your bathing suit?" Elsa couldn't help but giggle at the sweet memory. " Right around then. You?" Elsa flushed, her breath becoming swollen with the agony of this strange feeling.
"I guess... when we first met in eight grade... and you tried to be a show off- and ended up breaking your nose skateboarding." She didn't have to look to know that Marco was blushing. She felt him looming over her shoulder, and she turned to look at him. She traced his jawbone with a single, gently finger and kissed his neck- she stayed there sucking the skin with her passion. She pulled away and pecked the purple mark she left, smiling at her work. Marco looked down at her- his eyes gleaming playfully and he returned her favor- leaving a mark on her shoulder. Elsa turned off the faucet, feeling Marco wrap her in the warmth of a towel.
they stumbled out of the shower- drying themselves quickly. Elsa slink-ed out into the room and Marco searched it for his clothes- only to find Elsa looming in the bathroom doorway with them. She smirked at him and held them out to him, tucking the towel into itself while she slid his shirt over him and zipped his pants. She straightened the few wrinkles out of his sleeves- the idea of un-dressing Marco was so sexy, but there was something about dressing him again that made the pounding in her chest much stronger. Elsa let the towel fall and Marco took his turn at clasping Elsa's bra for her, sliding the fabric of a long sleeved white shirt over her torso. Elsa slipped into her jeans, her eyes gleaming. She turned back to Marco, who was leaning again the counter, smirking contently. Marco's gaze shifted to Elsa's sleeve. Her eyes followed the veiw of his green orbs, landing on her right arm, were her sleeve was rolled into itself and her red scars stood out brightly, Elsa went to pull the sleeve down, her heart falling.
He still saw them...
Elsa shivered at the thought that crawled back into her mind, but before she could pull the sleeve down Marco's hand stopped her. He grasped her wrist gently, bringing it up to his face. Elsa watched him with shock, not expecting what was to come. Marco's eyes never left her face until her arm was up to him. He looked at the scars, leaning down to them, and bringing his lips gently to each one, Elsa's chest pounded, her eyes started to water. She felt the pain of every scar disintegrate at his touch. Marco released Elsa gently his eyes returning to hers. Elsa stared back uncontrollably, the features of his face so gentle and toneless.
There was another screech from Elsa's alarm, and she broke the stare to go and click the buzzer, 30 minutes until the first day of her junior year, Anna's freshmen.
Anna. Shit.
Elsa ran out of her room, looking into the kitchen to see if her sister was there, she flew to Anna's door, knocking but hearing no reply.
"Anna? Anna are you in there?" She pressed her ear to the door- she could hear the heavy snoring and she reached for the knob, turning it slowly and peeking inside. Her sister had set up fairly quickly, the bedpost had been there previously from when Elsa was a sophomore and had given a roommate a place to stay, and they had left it there. Anna's sheets were an assortment of yellows and greens, boxes still piled in the room but the dresser was obviously full and the closet had been fully stocked with Anna's preppy clothes. Elsa slid across the floor, again calling out to the redhead.
"Anna? Anna get up." Her sister stirred- but snored on. Elsa nervously walked up to her- the girl's hair was a huge mess of a rat's nest and a line of drool pooled out of her lip. Elsa held back a giggle and touched Anna's shoulder. "Anna. Anna get up your going to be late." Anna rolled over- facing away from Elsa.
"Go away mom... school doesn't start for another hour." Elsa's eyes watered, she drew her hand away and clasped it over her mouth- trying not to sob at the surprising reference to her mother. She shook herself lightly and tugged at Anna again, speaking a little louder and urgently.
"Anna get up, Come on Anna." When she pulled at Anna, she felt the girl start to sit up, Anna looked over at her tiredly and stretched her arms.
"Oh, Elsa hey uhm.. I uh..." Anna began to fall asleep again, a tiny snore erupting from her lungs. Elsa held her up, shaking her very softly again.
"Anna come on- its your first day of high school remember?" At this Anna looked over at the clock, seeing it was almost 6:30, and they had to leave Elsa's apartment at 6:50 to get to Fallen High School on time. Anna jumped out of bed, and raced across to room to gather the clothes she had picked out on her dresser.
"Thank you Elsa, Oh my god- I can't believe I did that!" Anna raced out of the room and Elsa smiled, she was so happy. She had her beautiful sister, and yeah they had to work on some things but she had her sister again. She had the love of her life, sitting in her room waiting for her, and in this one night of spilling her secret to him- her memories had started to calm down, what had been haunting her for so long was replaced by this overwhelming power that clouded her mind and made her smile again, gave her this feeling that felt so foreign.
She felt invincible, she felt as if the wind and sky were suddenly her own.
She felt happy again.
.:*:.
Elsa pulled into the student parking lot, Anna was bouncing in the backseat nervously. Marco leaned over to kiss Elsa on the cheek, and smile at her. The three clambered out of the car, and Elsa turned her nose ring- a nervous habit she had developed. The parking spot they were given was the farthest one away from the building, giving them a good 5 minute walk. As they walked Elsa noticed Anna gripping her own shoulder with discomfort. Elsa searched quickly for something to say, gripping her sleeves again. Don't let her see.
"You look beautiful," The words escaped her - and she looked at her little sister sympathetically. Anna wore a tight fitting tee shirt, one that wasn't too provocative and was just the right amount of conservative. She had light blue jeans - and a pair of vans. She looked alot like Elsa did when she was a freshman, Elsa shivered at the thought, Hans had left and gone back to Norway not long after-. Elsa stopped herself, Anna would be fine, not ever boy in the world was a rapist, Marco's presence at her side reminded her of that.
"Oh.. Thank you." Anna looked back at Elsa with a small smile. "You look beautifuller! i mean not beautifuller- not fuller- I mean more beautiful..." Anna stuttered with nerves and Elsa stared at the pretty ginger, was Anna... afraid of her?
"Thank you." Elsa smiled back at her. Okay she understood the whole nose ring- dark eyeliner thing but was Elsa really scary? The thought left a dent in Elsa's stomach. As they approached the high school building Anna spotted some of her middle school friends and waved, throwing a glance and a smile back at Elsa before hurrying off to the group of prep kids. Elsa's glance drifted over to another small group of kids sitting by the doors, a boy with hair- bleached whiter then snow was leaning against the wall. beside him was a very short, curvy girl with bright eyes- and a pair of boys who were both tall and mean looking, the group was laughing hysterically and the boy with frosted hair looked up at Elsa, meeting her eyes for a split second. Elsa was about to ask Marco if he knew them, but suddenly someone bumped in her shoulder, Elsa stumbled a little and Marco stopped her from falling.
"I'm so sorry- I" She heard a deep voice linger, a voice that had haunted her for so long. A voice that she would never forget. Her heart fell, her head thundered with the migraine, her lungs constricted.
Run. She felt a scream form in the back of her throat, the grip on Marco's hand tightened, and her breath quickened. Her knees began to tremble as she tried to stand up, still not facing the figure.
"Elsa, are you okay?" Marco whispered to her gently. She was defiantly not okay, but she nodded slowly, despite the boiling of her blood, the tears clouding in her eyes.
"Oh, Elsa, don't you remember me?" She felt the hand on her shoulder and curled at the disgust in her stomach. the fear was all to real, she turned around to look into the eyes that reminded her of hell, the eyes that inspired every cut she left on her body. The memories coming back all to quickly as she looked up at Hans.