Elsanna Fillathon

Call me stereotypical if you want, but waking up to your lover - a delinquent, if you will - snuggling in your arms with your own literature textbook in one hand and her phone in the other is truly a sight to behold.

Let me paint you a picture, after a night spent together, she couldn’t even be bothered to put on clothes she left on the floor while she got up to pick up my book from the desk across my room. Lying on my forearm, she put my hand in her gold-white tresses, her head was lodged comfortably under mine facing me, so all I could see were the tattoos covering her skin. Her toned muscles flexing and relaxing with every unfamiliar word she encountered and muttering profanities as she looked them up on her phone.

“Since when did you take an interest in literature?” I asked groggily.

I could feel her eyelashes fluttering against my neck as her eyes widened and her breath hitched. And the heat emitting from her face as she snuggled closer. “They said poetry is romantic.” She whispered with an adorable pout she probably wasn’t conscious she was doing. “This is difficult.”

How was she single before I got to her?

Sorry I digressed. But recently becoming the lover of the leader of the biggest gang in town, when I was asked if I was ready for the things to come, I expected lots of danger and fearing for my life. I did not expect the leader of the gang, a female could easily beat down three men at a go, tattoos dusting her skin like freckles (oh right, she has them too - note to self to check for more), feared and respected by her men, to be a small spoon and a closet romantic.

“Who has what?” Her hair tickled my chin as she looked up at me from her curled up position.

“Freckles,” I replied easily as I ran my hand down her silky smooth hair. “You’ve got lots of them. Why do you cover them with all those ink? They’re so pretty. Not that your tattoos aren’t pretty, but these white little dots all over your shoulder!.” She fidgeted uncomfortably but remained in my hold and grumbled at the word ‘ink’ as I walked up her right arm with fingers of my free hand and lightly poked whatever surviving freckles I could find under the bright sunshine. “Also, they don’t look like gang tattoos, I’ve never seen Hans with any except the skull on his ankle- you don’t even have some sorta theme, now that I think about it.”

“Because they - stop that, it tickles - make me happy.” Oh, her laugh was like music to the ears. Not just mine, of course.

I lifted my head slightly to watch the one they call ‘Boss’ squirm in my arms. “Tickles, eh?” I couldn’t resist the smug smile drawing itself across my face. I pulled my hand out from under her neck and placed it on the other side of her head. It then occurred to me, being on top of her, that that was the probably the best view one could have of her. I lifted my knee across hers and the book and phone forgotten, she looked up at me. The white dots showering just above her surprisingly pale cheeks - right under her eyes - became visible and seemed to suddenly shine under the sun rays.

“They say areas that tickle are also one’s erogenous zones… Did they hurt? How did they make you happy?” I rained questions on her as I tucked her bangs behind her ear.

She pulled herself back a little and sat up to kiss me on the cheek. The blanket fell a little revealing her soft breasts and abs. I bit my lips to suppress my libido. Unsure if she was listening so I repeated, “When you got them. The tattoos. Did they hurt? What do they help you remember? You mean their meanings? Can you… can you talk about it?”

Elsa crossed her legs and listened patiently as I rambled on about it being alright for her to remain in her comfort zone and remained silent for a short while. When she tilted her head slightly and the bright lights from outside revealed the light-coloured freckles on her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed lazily and the smile on her face looked so content.

Then her eyes fell to a tattoo on her the back of her thigh. There were two roses of different colours. One was a pale peach, kind of like very light beige, and the other was dark crimson.

“I don’t know whether they’re erogenous but I know different parts of my body hurt to varying degrees while I was getting inked.”

The look in her eyes suddenly seemed to distant and it felt like once again I was dealing with an entirely different person. I wasn’t talking to Elsa Arendelle anymore, but I was talking to the leader of the Winter Guardians. The seemingly tired and forced smile on her face irritated me to no end. She was shutting me out again.

Granted we only knew each other for no more than three months, I knew everything I needed to know about the Winter Guardian’s leader, Elsa. I knew every single member of her gang, I knew how she ran it, I knew the hierarchy, I knew who was likely to betray Elsa, I knew who was her best friend, I knew her tactics and morals, and how to lead the teams. But I hardly knew anything about Elsa Arendelle. Why did she think this way, how did Elsa Arendelle come to be, who was Elsa Arendelle, who were the Arendelles, where was she or they from? What does she like, what does she dislike? What ground her gears, what makes her laugh, what makes her cry?

In these three months, all I learned about this girl was her tendency to shut down emotionally and to be able to tell when. Like right now.

Patience was key, I learned in these three months. And patience was starting to become testing.

“Yeah,” she finally said. “Yeah, sure. It’s nothing too personal anyway.” I pouted at her when she still seemed reluctant to open up but she responded by chuckling and giving me a peck on the cheek. “One step at a time, Anna?”

And suddenly, an idea engineered this lightbulb to blink brightly in my head, causing my lips to twitch. I lowered myself to give her another gentle kiss and it lit the flame in me. Oh gods, it felt so cliche to say that, but the warmth was so real. She probably brushed her teeth because her lips tasted like Darlie - oh which meant she crawled back into my arms after brushing her teeth - adorkable. I grinned to myself and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her again so I did, repeatedly, coming from all angles. Her lips parted for more, but she wasn’t fast enough as I pulled back.

While she was trying to get more kisses out of me, I ignored the rustling of the blankets and pulled her down so I was above her without ever stopping my showering of love all over her face so she would be too busy to notice. She let out a meep, not expecting the tug on her left ankle.

“Sure, sure.” I willingly agreed between each peck. “One step at a time…”

When her hands were wrapped around the back of my neck, she growled at the realisation that I was above her and by then and that I was sitting just on her hips and a faint pink shade coloured her cheeks and she turned away.

I gave her another peck - her shyness was priceless - and said with a lazy smirk, “but the longer you take, the harder it might get, alright, sweetheart?” And pressed my lips  against her heated, cheeks. When I pulled back, it was like her blushing intensified and I had to resist the urge to kiss her again until she agreed or she was going to implode.

Understanding, she covered her eyes with the back of her hand and whispered, “O…okay.”

I couldn’t help but smile and lean down to give her another kiss. I started from the hand covering her head - cold - down the bridge of her nose, around her lips, and down her neck. “Come on, let’s start with that huge one on your back.”

Nibbling on her ears, she finally started, stuttering, “I always wanted tattoos because they were pretty and whenever I raised the topic with Hans, he would reject the idea claiming why I wanted one was too depressing, so he made me told me to get them to remember happy things. Crazy as it sounds, the one on my back was extremely impulsive.”

I hummed questioningly in reply to show I was listening.

“The one on my hi-”

I stopped and she let out a whine before covering her mouth. Our eyes met and I gave her a glare. “Don’t stop there, tell me how or why.”

The hand over her mouth pushed me down below her neck, bringing her next tattoo in sight. “I… I just saw it on google one day and liked it, but I thought having a pair of wings was too much. Hans followed me and he said it suited me, joked abou-” She choked her own breath when I sucked on a pulse point and after a loud gasp, she brought her other hand to her mouth. When her teeth finally let go of her knuckles, I was kissing down her shoulder. “He laughed when I decided to just get one and my lover could get the other.” She said between her pants.

She’s such a romantic, I chuckled inwardly when she hid her eyes again.

“W-w-but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I understand you’ve got a whole career ahead of you.” Such a sweetheart.

Nodding, gently, I took the left hand off my head with my right and kissed her arm, tracing my lips down, kissing every tiny beige spot on her pale white skin. With my other hand, I reached for her breast and softly drew circles around the already hard nub, barely even touching it, feeling all her hair stand thanks to the cold air.

“What about this card on your palm?” I asked as I reached her knuckles I gave each a small peck and flipped it around to nip on the edges of the tattoo. With each corner I licked and sucked, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. And when I looked up to watch her squirm beneath me, I could feel myself getting more and more wet and had to hold back the urge to rub my thighs together.

When I arrived at the third corner, she let out a loud gasp and arched her back abruptly, I smiled confidently thinking, finally. “I knew they were erogenous…”

She didn’t reply but watching her fidgeting shyly yearning for more, whispering my name - if not parts of it - she was so darn precious my heart skipped a beat. In my left hand, was the breast of the town’s feared leader of the Winter Guardians, gasping my name, pleading for more I might add.

“That- please don’t laugh.” She spluttered and I could only laugh as I moved on - how polite of her.“The ace of spades, it- it reminds me of how people always say gambling is all about- all about luck.”

Wait, what?

“It’s not?” I paused my trailing of her freckles back up to her shoulder. Her right hand went from strangling the blankets to pulling my neck down - which I easily resisted - and softly whimpered.

“It’s just math. I’ve never lost a- a game before. Anna…” she whined. Her now free hand tangled in my hair, grasping like her life depended on it, her palm nudging me downwards. “I always did well in math.” She let out another high pitched sound and I couldn’t help but smile against her neck.

My head sat perfectly in between the crook of her neck, I watched as beads of perspiration formed and glistened on her chest, the soft scent unique to her and only her, calmed my heart. “Oh god, you’re such a nerd…” I said letting out a comfortable sigh. I could fall asleep in that position, it was perfect, but I had a duty to fulfill.

She giggled and retorted, “you’re the nerd,” prompting a light smack on her shoulder which only made her laugh louder.

I asked her to continue, nibbling onto her neck. Her legs twitched beneath me, underneath the blanket, which I pulled away revealing the rest of her glory.

“The- the one on the collar…” she sighed when I kissed down the refined clavicle, sucking softly onto the thin blue-white lines. It was a snowflake with with small diamonds on the longer tips sitting between two spikes which alternated with short, smaller ones. When I reached its core, I gnawed at it until it left a bruising red mark and blew at it, ignoring the hiss. Her hands tangled even further in my hair, tugging harder on a bundle of it.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

“It hurt a little, but okay.” Was the reply, her breathing got heavier and I revelled in watching her chest rise and fall. “I like winter, you see. Snowflakes… snowmen… Did you know all snowflakes are different?”

“I didn’t,” I said. But with my mark on it, the one on her collarbone was definitely much more unique than any other. I gently peck the throbbing red mark to the center of her collarbones and kissed my way down her cleavage.

“I got this particular one because it was the prettiest amongst the few I managed to catch and zoom in on before they melted.” At this point, I was already at her stomach, kissing it all, licking the sweat droplets over her without touching her belly button. Her skin was surprisingly smooth and scarless for someone who was perpetually in a fight. Her abs rippled as she wriggled that deliciously toned body of hers from left to right. I licked my lips at the sight. I bit my lips, she needed to stop being so hot.

No, I shook my head and opted for “You’re so adorable.” Watching her cheeks heat up was much better than a compliment she was used to receiving from her subordinates. “I can totally imagine you running around in snow catching tiny snowflakes.”

While she covered her face to hide her embarrassment, the heat that spread further to the rest of her body did not help at all, she muttered something like, “I used to do that when I was a kid.”

I let out an 'awwwwww’ which she quickly put a halt to by covering my mouth. “Don’t!” She almost yelled, her face reddest I had seen since I woke up.

Her warm hand over my lips, I smirked against it and stuck out my tongue. Before she could withdraw it, I was holding onto it and licking onto her right hand this time. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t resist the thought. I wish I could see how you looked when you were younger… you were probably the cutest little girl in town.”

She turned away when she rested against the pillow again and pouted, “stop calling me cute.”

“But you are.” I cupped her cheeks and pulled her up slightly. “You’re the cutest human being to ever exist and I love you very much.” I said, pressing kisses against her flushed face. “I know you love being called cute, so don’t deny it.”

Suddenly, the tables were turned and I was underneath with my hands held tightly by her. Elsa leaned in and rested her entire weight over me. Her platinum blonde hair pushed neatly to her left, her face was so red it was like her freckles were glowing. Her blue eyes looked so bright under the shadows.

It was only then I realised how hot hot her entire body was - she was probably dying from embarrassment. So cute, really. “I am the leader of the Winter Guardians, I can’t be cute.” She whispered against the crook of my neck.

I burst out laughing. “But you can be my cute Elsa Arendelle.”

Her hands dug its way under my back, pulling herself into an embrace. She groaned against my neck, rubbing her burning nose against it. But I could feel her smile, so I knew she wasn’t objecting. “Fine,” was the final answer.

“I’m going to continue, Elsa. Do you want to move?”

“Okay, but I’m comfortable like this.” She whispered. Her breath hot against my neck, I could feel my skin tingling and anticipation ran down my spine. I pulled her knees forward but allowed her to remain resting against me. “I got the queen chess piece on my hip because I liked playing chess and papa always teased me for being overly dependent that piece. I liked the queen.” She retorted as she sat up with a scowl on her face.

She plays chess. “We have to play together some day then.” I said.

With a grunt, I overthrew her and was above her again. “Her Majesty has fallen!” I yelled, throwing my fists in the air.

She slapped my thigh and darted her eyes away, her lips pursed and cheeks puffing up again.

“Well you cheated one tattoo, I wasn’t going down on you while you were sharing.”

“We- but! You- Never mind.” Was the attempted reply before she gave up and pulled me down for the first time our lips met in forever. Hands ran down my back and before it got too low, I stopped her, wagging my finger before her.

“I love you,” she said lazily.

I squealed internally. “I love you too. Now let’s start with the dragon on your right calf. No, your pout is not going to work on me this time.”

She pulled her legs to her chest when I grabbed hold of her feet and squirmed almost violently when I showered kisses up the bones. “Eh-hey, stop! No!” She said between her fits of giggles but I didn’t listen, heart soaring to the sound of her laughs to care. Her hands held tightly onto my shoulder, unsure to push or pull me, did nothing.

When my lips reached her inner calf, she slowly caught her breath but only to start panting again, “My calf… the dragon. I just thought it was cool. You know how you’ve seen a lot on the tellie, where lots of bosses have a dragon tattoo or huge scar. I thought I needed that and so I got it. Hans laughed when he saw- it!”

“I think it’s nice.” I said easily, nipping onto the tail of the dragon, slowly moving around to its green scaled body. It had two sharp horns and wings that weren’t spread out and breathed fire.

“He said-” She inhaled a sharp breath and let out a sigh when I moved up to the back of her knee, “He said it didn’t suit me.”

“Well I think it’s badass.” I said, gently pecking her knee, purposely showering kisses on the recovering scar there. She shivered and twitched multiple times but showed great effort in resisting any kicks. “Badass leader of Winter Guardian, my hot yet adorbz girlfriend.”

She didn’t reply as I made my way to her last tattoo. The two roses on her thigh with green thorns behind and surrounding it. And all of a sudden, she started giggling.

“What?”

“Th-The last one,” she somehow managed between her pants and laughs. “It was my second tatt- mm, funny story.”

“Do share.” I said, lapping at each petal.

“N-nah, lat-er!” She panted.

I rolled my eyes, and silently agreed.

“Anna, Anna… f-fing-”

“No, I’m going to lick every inch of you by the end of today.”

“Was that your-ngh, go-al? Anna!”

I nodded as I continued kissing up to her core. I teased her wet entrance, clenching tightly, sliding over to the stiff nub. Her back arched and she whimpered my name over and over. I groaned inwardly at how I could never keep pictures of this. “You’re close anyway, aren’t you?”

Unable to speak at this point, she nodded helplessly, not rejecting me at all.

“Shy?”

She hid her face behind both her hands and nodded again meekly. So precious. Her eyes shut tightly, and her hold on my shoulder tightened further. It was understandable, having someone’s mouth on your lower lips was extremely intimate. It was only our second time together and obviously a romantic, Elsa probably had little or none of such experience.

I rubbed soothing circles on her taut abs as I pressed my tongue against her core once, running it across the slit.

“Anna…”

Stroke after stroke, her whimpers quickly became short gasps, unable to even say a word anymore until I slipped inside her and she couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a muffled scream against one of her hand.

I lapped up everything, eyes watching closely as she came undone before my eyes, marveling her body. The tiny droplets of perspiration over her skin shook as she twitched every time we made even the slightest contact anywhere between her legs, the almost faded scars that I never noticed earlier were suddenly visible all over her arched body. She was like a fallen angel - scarred, yet so beautiful.

She was my angel.

When she finally caught her breath, I rested on my side of the bed and watched her blushes slowly fade and asked, “so..?”

She pulled me into a tight embrace. Although no longer flushed anymore, her warmth remained. I wrapped my hands around her sweaty back, stroking the area where I knew the wing was, her heart hammering against my chest.

“So after the first tattoo, I don’t know if you’ve heard of this before- it- it sort of becomes addictive. You sort of crave? Want? Urge to get more?” She said. She raised a hand to hide her laughing face which I pulled away. “So after another victory, high on adrenaline, I stormed into a parlor and asked for one of a rose simply because that particular park had it.”

“Wow…”

“Impulsive? I know.”

“Do you not dare say you enjoyed it?”

“Anna!”

“What! I was exploring the theory after all!”

The blonde grumbled and threw the blankets, hiding herself by returning to my textbook.

I laid myself on her shoulder and pinched her blushing cheeks, “You’re so adorable!”

“You just really love teasing me.” She turned to pout at me, her face beet red - more like pink, really, considering her pale white skin - from all the blushing.

~~~

Meg stepped into the office, rolling her eyes when she caught the now familiar sight of Elsa plunking despondently on the keyboard of her laptop.

"For fuck’s sake." She shut the door hard, rattling the glass walls slightly. "You’re pathetic."

The blonde glared dolefully, but didn’t refute her.

"It’s been a month—"

"Four weeks and six days," Elsa muttered under her breath.

Violet eyes glared. “—and this moping thing is getting boring.”

Elsa sat back in a huff, annoyance temporarily overriding her funk. “I’m sorry my life is no longer entertaining for you.” Arms crossed petulantly over her chest. Dimly she recognized how childishly she was acting, but she couldn’t dredge up enough of her dignity to care. After all, it was Meg who pressured her into that appointment, practically shoving her at Anna. The blonde scowled hard in her friend’s direction.

So really, if you thought about it, it was all Megara’s fault.

The woman in question wagged an admonishing finger at her, easily reading her expression along with the unspoken accusation. “Oh no you don’t. This isn’t on me. Nobody told you to go and catch feelings for a prostitute.”

Elsa deflated slightly. “Escort.”

Meg’s eyes rolled again. “Same difference.” The brunette heaved a sigh, flinging her hair back in a show of exasperation as Elsa’s shoulders began to droop again. “C’mon, we’re going out to eat. There’s this great Southern place Herc told me about.”

"I’m not really feeling up to it."

"Too bad, queenie. You can keep sulking, but you’ll do it while stuffing your face."

~~~

"Tiana’s Palace." That…sounded familiar to Elsa, somehow.

Contrary to the opulent name, the restaurant was actually quite small, a cozy setting that only seemed to seat about twenty or so intimate tables, not including the rich mahogany bar. Deep golds kept the high ceilings warm and well lit, and Elsa nodded her approval as the flapper-styled hostess led them to their table, tucked away in the far corner.

She made a note to thank Meg for reserving an out of the way table, more secluded from the busier hustle in the middle of the dining area and bar.

The pair was seated with a polite smile, menus deposited neatly in front of them. Elsa flipped hers open, scanning through the dishes. “So what’s good here? The Jam—hey!” she protested as the menu was unceremoniously ripped from her grasp.

Meg tossed the menus to the waiter she had flagged to their table, ignoring the apologetic glance the blonde gave him after the chastising look she sent her way. “Just bring us the Chef’s recommendations.”

"Meg!"

"And whatever alcohol pairs well."

Elsa groaned softly, shading her eyes with her palm in embarrassment.

To his credit, the waiter only raised one eyebrow, tidily tucking the menus under his arm. “Of course, Miss.” And with a sharp turn on his heel he marched away.

"Must you always be your charming self." Elsa dropped her hand to glare.

Meg shrugged. “It works.”

~~~

Elsa drained the last sip of wine from her glass, relishing the flavors still lingering on her tongue. Dinner was excellent, and Meg was surprisingly good company. Not that she was a chore to hang out with, but Elsa had been expecting her to launch any number of uncomfortable or nosy conversation topics. Instead the night wore on as they chatted amiably about work and Aurora and Mulan subtly flirting with each other and Meg and Hercules’ apartment hunting shenanigans. She was pleasantly full and relaxed, and she had to give it Meg - it seemed she would go to sleep tonight in a better mood.

Her blue eyes skirted around the room. “Meg, shouldn’t we get going? We’ve been here a while.” Waiters swept past their table, trays held aloft. Oddly, despite their lengthy stay, there wasn’t a hint of impatience to clear their table. In fact, they seemed content to ignore the women completely, only dropping by to refill their various glasses.

Still, decorum dictates they not linger too long, and already the dining room was almost empty, the remaining tables in the process of ending their night with a few lazy scrawls on their bills.

Meg paid no attention to all that, waving a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about it. It’s taken care of.”

Elsa straightened, alarm bells beginning to ring in her head. Taken care of? That implied there was something to take care of. “What do you mean?” She narrowed her gaze at the statuesque brunette, not at all buying the nonchalant pose and blasé demeanor.

The other woman stayed silent, opting to lazily examine her cuticles instead of replying. Elsa growled. “Meg. What did you do?” Her fingers clenched in the fabric of her dress, digging into her thighs.

"I ordered dessert."

She loved Meg, but sometimes Elsa just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and just shake that smug grin off her face.

"Meg…"

"Speaking of, here it comes!"

Elsa rolled her eyes at yet another sidestep from her friend, but turned to the approaching waiter, polite smile already arranged to greet their temporary visitor. “Seriously, I don’t want any—”

The smile slipped off her face when her gaze landed on the slim form standing stock still a few paces from the table.

"Anna."

The name slipped out on a breathless whisper.

Anna was dressed in a white chef’s jacket, dark striped apron wrapped snuggly about her waist. Bright auburn hair pulled back into a simple bun, freckled skin devoid of all make-up. A white plate was clutched in her hands, a dark wedge of chocolate surrounded by vibrant cuts of fruit. Teal eyes stared wide-eyed at her, frozen in shock.

Meg’s wry voice cut through the air. “Well, what a fortuitous and not at all coincidental happenstance. Insert flimsy excuse for me abruptly taking my leave.”

Two pairs of eyes swung to stare at the brunette in disbelief. Meg shrugged, standing and slinging the strap of her purse onto her shoulder. “Whether you guys want to take advantage of this little meeting, or run away again, is up to you. But at the very least, eat that dessert. Ta-ta.” And with a bounce and a wink Meg was off, sashaying across the room and out the doors.

Silence returned to the dining area, and distantly Elsa noted that the room had emptied while she and Anna had been ogling each other.

Anna fidgeted under the blonde’s the laser stare. She had never felt more discomfited than now, the well of guilt and shame for so suddenly dropping Elsa as she did clashing with the unmitigated joy at seeing the other woman after such a long time.

It may have been necessary for her, to let herself at least try this next stage of her life on her own, without the expectation of…anything, anyone…to influence her. But it didn’t change the fact that it was shitty thing to do. And there was a decidedly icy edge to those beautiful blue eyes, a hardness that she was very unaccustomed to seeing from the other woman.

The weeks following her resignation (Madame Deilig had taken her departure with an arched brow and a sly, knowing smile) had been difficult. She had laid listlessly about her apartment, alternating between berating herself for quitting, for throwing away something that had kept her grounded and content, and then berating herself for cutting her ties to Elsa so suddenly, with no explanation or warning.

But the niggling uncertainty that rattled in her brain at the thought of seeking out her former client kept her from making contact. No matter what she may have felt during those appointments, no matter what she thought Elsa may have felt, it all still happened under that bubble of work. Of service. What was Anna to her outside of those sessions? The persona of “A” loomed dark and heavy over her shoulders.

So she stayed away.

By the time her apartment had started to look like an earthquake had hit and Tiana had stopped by to drop off some soup and a few doses of sympathy, Anna had resolved to find some way to move on with her life alone.

She took up Tiana’s offer of a job at her restaurant, gratefully losing herself in the daily routine of kneading and baking. Working in the kitchen bore zero reminders of her work as an escort, zero reminders of her. Elsa could be pushed to the back of her mind, that velvet voice drowned in the whir of the whisk, the warmth of her touch eclipsed by the heat of the ovens, the taste of her overlapped by the cloying sweet of sugar.

And although that yearning ache in her chest never quite subsided, at least Anna could feel that small measure of peace begin to creep back into her life.

Until this moment. The sight of the woman who had so thoroughly spun her world askew sent her equilibrium spinning once more, the subdued embers of emotion flaring hot and sudden. The tiny bit of tranquility she thought she had achieved faded to a dull hum, and Anna knew she hadn’t put Elsa behind her at all, merely muted her to her everyday senses.

The blonde sat rigid in her chair, jaw set and eyes flashing. It was only due to Anna’s…familiarity with the other woman that she could mark the faint signs of softness. The twitch in her fingers that yearned to reach out, the slight dilating of pupils, the rosy flush that pinked across pale cheeks. The barest tremble on a soft lower lip. It was that hint that prompted Anna to move forward, steps faltering as Elsa stiffened in response. The parting words of that other woman echoed in Anna’s ears, and she took them in stride, settling the plate in front of the blonde. “I’ll just leave this here,” she murmured. Her skin tingled at their closeness, eyes drinking in the presence of her ex-client.

An oasis after wandering in the desert. Every fiber of her being urged her to spring forward, to drink up as much of Elsa until that gnawing thirst was finally sated. But even if Elsa miraculously didn’t hate her, Anna knew she couldn’t. It wasn’t her place. Wasn’t her right. Apologies welled to the tip of her tongue, and Anna bit them back, unsure if they would even be welcome.

She was just turning to walk away when a hard grip fastened about her wrist, halting her in her tracks. A shudder curled up her spine at the feel of silky skin, burning and soothing where they held fast to her arm.

"Wait. Stay."

Elsa’s voice, soft and trembling struck an invisible chord, and Anna almost let out a sarcastic laugh at the hot pinpricks that lit behind her eyes.

Weeks of life changes and disassociations, and now she feel like crying. She blinked back the threat of tears, turning back to the table. Elsa maintained her grasp, only letting go when the redhead nodded, sliding into the vacated seat.

Anna tugged at the sleeves of her jacket to hide the shiver that quivered through her when slim fingers trailed across her hand, lingering before dropping away.

Awkwardness filled the air, the two women studiously avoiding steady eye contact, instead taking turns peeking at one another.

Elsa took a deep breath, desperately trying to center the roil of emotions that seeing the redhead had set off. Her anger had surprised her most. It was a feeling she was not used to associating with Anna, but the weeks of aching longing at the sudden ceasing of all contact seemed to transform all at once into a sweeping tide of resentment. There was so much she wanted to do, so many urges pulling at her in all directions. She wanted to shout; scream and yell and pour her anger out until nothing remained. She wanted to collapse and cry, plead and beg for a reason Anna saw fit to just drop her. She wanted to slap her, shake her, tell her she was wrong.

She wanted to kiss her. Grab her by that carelessly unbuttoned jacket lapel and drag her across the table into her arms. Her hand buzzed with heat, like it remembered the feel of Anna’s skin, and suddenly every sense was alive again.

Elsa swallowed hard against the urge, forcing a few deep breaths through her lungs. She took in the woman seated before her, and was immediately struck with the difference.

There seemed to be nothing of A in the woman before her. It was in the shy cast of her eyes, the uneasy set in her shoulders. The stoic confidence that A carried around during their appointments was glaringly absent, and Elsa felt an unexpected pang of regret.

"Where did you go?" Her voice came out hoarser than she expected. And harsher. Elsa could see slim shoulders flinch under thick white cotton before stiffening. She soldiered on, summoning her ire to weight her words. "All I got was a call from some woman telling me our contract had been terminated, and if I would be amenable to signing on to someone else." Frustration got the better of her, voice elevating almost to a shout.

Anna’s hand clenched at her side, hackles rising despite herself. A font of unreasonable jealousy erupted in the pit of her stomach at the mention of Elsa with another woman. She closed her lips on the retort that brewed acid on her tongue. And did you find that amenable? Teal eyes hardened, and she set her jaw to meet the other woman’s accusing gaze. “It’s none of your business.”

Elsa recoiled at that, brashness abruptly fleeing. Anna was right. It was none of her business. Reality reasserted itself like an ice bath. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, eyes falling to stare mournfully at the tabletop.

The redhead bit her lip. Crap. She hadn’t meant to snap like that. Tension tugged at her brow, and she took a deep, fortifying breath, consciously pushing aside her pride.

"I quit."

Elsa’s head snapped up, eyes wide. Anna looked back at her, face smooth and calm.

"After…after that time." Discomfort colored her voice, but Anna continued. "In your apartment. After that."

The blonde stayed silent, wide-eyed and still, absorbing every word.

"This thing…" fingers worried at the edge of the tablecloth. "…with us. I couldn’t…" a groan slipped out. "I had rules for a reason."

At that Elsa felt a twinge of guilt. She was well aware of the ways she had overstepped her bounds. Anna must have read it in her eyes, because she straightened, shaking her head slightly.

"It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should have stopped it."

Elsa winced, a stone dropping heavy in her stomach.

"Stopped it earlier, anyways." Her eyes slid shut for a brief respite. When they opened a few seconds later Elsa was pensive and sad in front of her, lower lip caught nervously between her teeth.

Anna sighed, head tilting to the side as she broke eye contact. “The woman you talked to…Madame Deilig, she wouldn’t tell you any of this.” Anna’s hand lifted to wave vaguely in the air. “Against policy. Privacy, you know.”

A trembling hand rose to comb through white-blond hair, tussling errant bangs up into soft ruffled spikes. Anna yearned to reach out and smooth them down. Wanted to muss them even more, feel strands of silk card through her fingers. She was ripped from that short fantasy when Elsa’s voice echoed dully through the air.

"Policy."

Her voice was a mixture of things, anger, disbelief, despair, resignation.

"I thought…" The blonde trailed off.

"…Thought what?"

Slim shoulders lifted in a half-hearted shrug. “Nothing. Apparently I thought nothing.”

"Nothing." Anna repeated flatly. "You thought…this…was nothing." She crossed her arms defensively, leaning back in her chair. "You’re right."

Elsa’s gut twisted, but her ears perked. Anna’s tone was soft and distant, at odds with her words. She looked at the other woman carefully, noting the reclined posture, stern arms folded over her chest. It was A broadcast loud and clear in body language, but it was Anna in the softness of her eyes, in the gentler timbre of her voice.

"But you’re wrong."

Elsa blinked, unsure if she heard correctly. “I’m…wrong?”

"Nothing is a reason to stay."

Confusion slowly gave way to glimmers of hope, rays of warmth breaking free in her chest. Anna continued haltingly, the barest hint of rouge blooming high on her cheeks.

"I wouldn’t have quit for nothing."

They sat in silence. Anna kept her gaze resolutely aimed at that nebulous space somewhere between the floor and knee height. Elsa stared dumbstruck, heartbeat thrumming hard and fast under her ribcage. Like a skittish bird, it felt Anna would take flight at the slightest provocation, so Elsa forced herself to calm down, biting back every response that fired through her brain. There were still so many questions, so many things to clear up…but this give, this small, barely there admission, it was a step towards something. Something that could be real.

That was enough. It soothed the sting of her burns, cooling and healing. For tonight, it was enough.

"…So. You…cook." Not quite a question, but not an accusation, either. Anna breathed a silent sigh of relief as the tension ebbed, grateful when Elsa didn’t press for more.

"Yeah…desserts mostly." She motioned slightly towards the neglected dish with a jut of her chin.

Elsa eyed the plate warily. It did look good. The slice was a dark, rich brown, almost black in the dim lighting of the restaurant. It struck a stark contrast to the clean white of the plate and the bright red of fruit coulee. And that aroma, strong and sweet…chocolate. She picked up her fork, delicately cutting a small corner to bring to her mouth. Teal eyes watched intently as the bite hovered hesitantly in the air before slipping demurely past dark pink lips.

Flavor exploded across her taste buds, sweet and tart, with just the edge of bitterness, and Elsa almost didn’t contain the gasp that threatened to rumble out. It tasted wonderful.

Anna stared, rapt. Elsa’s eyes were wide with surprise and delight, free hand placed daintily over her mouth as she chewed. Pride and affection blossomed in her chest at the other woman’s positive reaction, a light blush rising to her cheeks as Elsa hummed in appreciation.

"This is delicious!" Elsa’s hand dropped to allow another bite of the decadent cake into her mouth. She lifted her gaze to meet the redhead’s. "You made this?"

A sheepish cough answered her. “I really just follow the recipe. That’s all Tiana.”

The fork clinked against the plate, separating another wedge of cake. Anna’s eyes dropped to follow it as it swiped through the sauce and then through the air to disappear between soft lips. Heat settled low in her abdomen as a pink tongue flickered out briefly, catching stray crumbs.

"Still, it’s very good. And impressive." Elsa’s soft voice roused Anna from her temporary stupor. "I can’t cook at all, really."

Anna leaned forward, her confidence bolstered. Enough to let the hint of a tease shade her tone. “Oh? You’re not good with written directions? Somehow I’m not surprised.”

Elsa blushed, sheepishly tapping the tines of the fork against the cake, both relieved and embarrassed. At least Anna no longer seemed angry about Elsa’s rule breaking. ”Well, I can do a bit of breakfast, but that’s about all.”

"Breakfast huh? Sounds like something I wouldn’t want to miss."

The flirtatious banter slipped out quite by accident, and both women paused, eyes wide. Awkwardness descended on the pair once again, neither woman willing to make eye contact. 

It was so easy with Elsa. Anna had somehow forgotten that. The rapport they had before the threat of feelings began to nip at her heels. And now, maybe, she could experience that again. Elsa was toying with her fork, and Anna let her attention fall to the dessert. Chocolate cake. She smiled. Elsa loved chocolate.

"…I’m glad you like it."

Elsa glanced up from where she was nervously twisting her fork, desperately trying not to imagine what scenario would result in having Anna over at her place for breakfast. The redhead was smiling crookedly at her, tapping a finger to the edge of the plate.

"The cake."

"Oh! Yes! I love it." With a hasty jerk Elsa cut off another bite and shoved it into her mouth. Anna propped her elbows on the table and leaned forward to watch, mirth twinkling in her eyes. Anna and A. A and Anna. Different and the same. Elsa almost choked on her bite of chocolate when the other woman rested her chin atop her palms, the barest hint of a smile curving her lips.

Heat flushed through her from head to toe, burning bright in her cheeks. This woman who was A and not A, Anna and not Anna, Elsa suddenly and fervently wished to know better. She swallowed hard. She was allowed to, now, right? To ask for something more.

She was. And she would. Elsa straightened, summoning her courage. She met Anna’s gaze, even and steady, mouth opening—

Anna cocked her head, curious. A lock of red hair fell loose, curling down to rest against the elegant curve of her jaw. The small candle on the table flickered, briefly highlighting the scatter of freckles across the bridge of that cute nose and giving teal eyes an almost unearthly glow…

Elsa chickened out. “Do—did you want some?” She lamely pushed the dessert an inch across the table. Elsa’s inner voice (sounding suspiciously like Meg), groaned. You’re such a sorry mess.

An auburn eyebrow shot up. For a second, Anna was sure Elsa was going to say something else. Her eyes darted from the half-eaten slice of cake up to the blonde. Who actually looked a little miserable. The hand cupping her chin slid over her mouth to mask the smile that broke out. So cute. Still so unbelievably cute. Wrestling the grin from her face she lowered her hand, tapping her fingernails against the white porcelain to gain Elsa’s attention.

"I wouldn’t mind a bite."

Elsa perked up, reaching forward to push the plate forward again.

"But I don’t have a fork."

Elsa froze. Blues eyes shot up to meet Anna’s teasing expression, then followed her pointed gaze back down to the lone piece of cutlery clenched in her hand. Oh. She brought it forward hesitantly, confidence gaining as Anna made no move to take it from her. A generous chunk settled on the tines, and still Anna didn’t react. A burst of boldness expanded in her chest, and swiftly she lifted the morsel to rest against Anna’s lips, looking intently into her eyes. Her gaze only dropped when she felt a tug at her fingers, and she could feel her ears burn as soft lips closed over the fork.

For a long second they stayed connected before mutually withdrawing. Elsa barely remembered to breathe as the fork slipped free, and by the time they settled back into their seats they were both blushing hard.

"This is a bit backwards, isn’t it?"

Anna’s wry voice caught Elsa’s attention from where she was distractedly leering. “…What?”

"Sharing dessert first…" Anna cleared her throat, still a little embarrassed from the abrupt…heat…of the moment. "I think—we should…" she risked a glance at the other woman, fighting down the coil of apprehension in her gut. "A meal. First."

Blue eyes widened, and the pure happiness that radiated was enough to push Anna past all her misgivings.

"So…would you agree to that? A meal." If it weren’t for the acute case of nerves she was beset with, Anna would have slapped herself. Could that be any more vague and awkward? Across from her Elsa closed her eyes, took a deep breath. When they opened, they locked onto her, steady and warm.

"I agree."

Fin.

"Come in."

The heavy oak door swung open, the slim figure of a young woman silhouetted in the empty frame. She stepped forward, the office light revealing tan, freckled skin, burnished copper tresses, and an unflinching teal gaze. She was beautiful, like the way flame was beautiful - alive and flickering with a dangerous heat, the promise of warmth and the threat of pain all wrapped up in one tempting little package.

There was a reason Anna was one of the most sought out escorts in the city, her physical charisma played no small part in that.

"You wanted to see me, Madame Deilig?"

Deilig nodded, gesturing to the empty chair in front of her desk, hiding an amused smile behind one hand as the redhead plopped rather ungracefully into the plush seat.

Such a study in contrasts, this one.

The Madame cleared her throat, signing one last paper with a negligent flick of her wrist. Anna idly swung her legs, fingers drumming on the padded arm of the chair. Deilig held back another proud grin. She never was one to be intimidated by pomp and circumstance.

"Yes. How have you been, Anna?" An arm gestured to the side. "Drink?"

Anna raised a brow and shook her head. “I’m fine,” she responded cautiously. “…And you?”

"Oh, the usual. Except…" The flash of a shark’s smile was Anna’s first warning. "An interesting little fact crossed my desk the other day."

Anna frowned lightly, straightening in her seat.

"A little birdie informed me that you’ve not booked your suite for tomorrow…"

A twist formed in her gut when Anna realized what this meeting was going to be about.

"…which is peculiar, since another little birdie confirmed that no appointments have been cancelled."

The redhead scoffed. “Little birdies my ass. Gerda and Kai are just nosy busy-bodies.”

Deilig hummed, amusement coloring her tone. “They like it when I call them that.”

Teal eyes rolled. “They would.” Anna let out a sigh, leaning back heavily into her chair. Her gaze flit around the room, but Deilig’s stare didn’t waver, and she knew she was caught. “Fine, I-we…moved the location. Easier for us both.”

"This we…that would be Ms. Arendelle, no?"

Anna narrowed her eyes. “You know it is.”

"Well then, by all means, let’s stop playing coy."

Their gazes clashed, two strong wills probing for an opening, for weakness.

It was Anna who struck first.

"It’s my decision to make, where I go to conduct business is at my own discretion."

The bold declaration was met with a solid, unwavering stare. “Indeed,” Deilig murmured, noting the proud tilt of the other woman’s jaw, the rigid squaring of slim shoulders. “…and you have, without fail, chosen the Guldstrom as your rendezvous point.” Here she flipped one of the papers sitting atop her desk, masking a smile as Anna’s attention was drawn uneasily to the fluttering pages.

"In fact, despite several client requests to meet elsewhere, you have consistently refused, as is your right." Fingers tapped idly, and Anna realized it was a copy of her client contract under Deilig’s hand.

"So what could have possibly occurred to make you change your mind?" Dark eyes drilled into Anna, challenging. "These are your conditions, not mine, Anna. I’m curious…why have you chosen to break your own rules?”

If Anna’s frame stiffened any more, she was likely to shatter under her own internal tension. She clearly hit a sensitive spot.

She remembered their first meeting. Years ago, at some pretentious art gallery opening, the redhead had caught her attention. Standing apart from the rest of the revelers, sipping at a glass of champagne with disinterest.

It was her eyes that drew her in.

Such a beautiful, aqua hue, but darkened with some hard emotion. It was an expression Deilig seldom saw in one so young, and (as Gerda had once put it) her propensity to take in strays kicked in full force, and she had sashayed her way to the young woman’s side.

And what a delight she turned out to be.

Sharp and quick, she had smartly riposted every prying question, guard tight and nigh on impenetrable. If Deilig hadn’t been looking, she would have missed any crack in the younger woman’s facade. It was only thanks to her own sly experience that she had wrangled any real answers at all.

It was the most scintillating conversation she had had in months, so she slipped Anna her card, bending to brush an invitation into her ear. Anna stared back silent, face a stoic mask, and Deilig had taken her leave, wondering if the redhead would even deign to contact her. She was pleasantly surprised when, not a week later, Anna was in her office.

She offered her a job on the spot.

"Be my assistant," she had requested, delighted to see the woman again. And got the shock of her life when Anna turned her down with a shake of her head.

Deilig had urged and pressed and bribed, but Anna would not be swayed. Finally she had thrown her hands up in exasperation, asking what the hell Anna was even there for. To which Anna astounded her once again by asking for a place in her business - as an escort.

It was not an easy feat to render Madame Deilig speechless, and yet this tiny, young slip of a woman was already making a habit of it, two meetings in. When she recovered, she had asked why, but Anna refused to answer, instead only saying “it suited her.”

And it did.

When Deilig had finally consented to hire Anna as an escort, making sure the woman knew exactly what she was getting into, she discovered that not only was Anna good at her job - she thrived. ”A” quickly gained fame and popularity in their select circles, so much so that barely a year had passed that Anna had become one of the most highly requested escorts in the city, even with her strict list of rules.

Now Madame Deilig was in the business of pleasure, and that meant for her girls as well as her clients - which meant she actually had a fairly high turnover rate when it came to new workers. She was not into “owning” her girls; when they either grew dissatisfied with the job or wanted to quit to pursue their own love lives or separate careers, Deilig let them go with a smile and well-wishes and her heartfelt thanks.

But Anna…Anna stayed.

She held her course, fast and steady, nary a variation in her routine, content with the status quo. Content with her rules.

Until now. Until Elsa Arendelle.

Deilig knew her, of course. She personally vetted each client they took on. Arendelle was an unusual case - submitted by a close friend of a former employee (whom she had also vetted, just in case) and if pressed, Deilig would admit she approved the striking woman because she wanted to throw Anna for a bit of a loop. But she had never expected much. In fact, she was a little surprised when Anna didn’t immediately turn down her new client in the first place.

And now this.

Anna, barely concealing the roiling emotions running through her, edgier and antsier than she had ever seen her.

To be honest, Deilig was thrilled. A real connection.

Now, what to do with this? Anna was too clever for subtle manipulations, so Deilig leaned forward, chin propped on her hand. The direct approach.

"If it’s so much trouble, we can always switch Ms. Arendelle to another girl."

Anna’s hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. “I can handle it.” She ground out from behind grit teeth.

There it was, veiled under forceful stubbornness, that little quiver of emotion. It was jealousy and possession at the idea of another woman with Arendelle; it was anger and hurt at the thought of being separated.

It was something that didn’t fit in Anna’s self-imposed collection of rules, and against all odds Anna was letting these trespasses slide.

And it was wearing on her. She decided to cut to the point.

Deilig’s dark gaze bore down, solemn and wise. “Anna, I consented to taking you on as an escort because it worked for you. In some way, it fulfilled you, brought you some measure of content or happiness.” She paused, letting her words weigh heavy in the air.

"It doesn’t seem to do that anymore."

All the fight seemed to just drain out of the young woman, her form deflating as her shoulders hunched. Elbows propped heavily on her knees, head bent to rest wearily atop upraised palms.

She looked so defeated, and a swell of sympathy unfurled in Dielig’s chest. It wasn’t a look she liked on any woman, but seeing it on Anna was especially disheartening and she breathed a sigh of regret at having to push the matter so hard.

"Anna, when something does more harm than good, it is time to let it go."

The redhead chewed her lip, pressing her brow harder into her hands. But would it hurt more to stop? Anna wasn’t sure anymore. The idea of not seeing Elsa again squeezed a vice grip around her heart, stuttering the air in her lungs and sending painful pangs radiating through her body.

"…Anna."

She screwed her eyes shut tighter, biting down hard on her jaw. Madame Deilig was only looking out for her.

"Anna."

She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. Madame Deilig was always, frustratingly, right.

"Anna."

Anna finally raised her head, accepting the soft concern in her boss’ eyes. ”I’ll have it under control. I can do it. It’ll be just like it was before.”

Before she had those hungry yearnings, when her mind wasn’t constantly drawn to one singular woman, when the touch of her other clients didn’t feel like some sort of betrayal. Before Elsa.

"I’ll handle it," she repeated softly. Teal eyes sharpened, honing in on the Madame, and Deilig knew it was A before her now.

But Deilig was still the boss, and this was no longer a matter she could let lie. “And if you can’t?”

Shadows of uncertainty flickered in A’s glare, but her delicate chin lifted resolutely, and Deilig once again saw that headstrong girl who barged into her office so many years ago.

"Then I’ll quit."

Madame Deilig searched Anna’s eyes, giving a short nod of assent. That was a bet she was making against herself, and Deilig didn’t think even Anna knew which outcome she was hoping for. 

~~~

The key gleamed in her hand like an omen, the door in front of her like a silent sentinel.

A person’s abode was an intimate look into their inner self, a place only opened to those close and dear. Entering without permission was a breach of privacy, a violation, and here Anna was, key in hand. The little wobble in her chest spun faster.

Elsa wanted her here.

It was an extension of trust, and all Anna could think was how terrible it was that she had spent the entirety of the night before gearing herself to be cold, to be distant, to be everything that didn’t belong in a home.

She fit the key in the lock, turning slowly, and her heart jumped at the click of the tumblers. The heavy door swung open, and Anna took her first steps into new territory. She was immediately greeted with the breathtaking view of the city skyline, the wall opposite her was made entirely of large glass panels, an amazing scenic backdrop to the clean, open lines of the living room.

Her heels clicked as she made her way across the penthouse, one hand absent-mindedly trailing beside her to run over the varnished oak dining table to the backs of the soft leather sofa. Her faint reflection in the window studiously watched her approach, and Anna raised her hand to the glass as they met, briefly tracing the shadow of a cheek before pressing her palm flat.

Bright eyes glared, and Anna could feel her own judgement reflecting back at her. What was Elsa’s interest? Why would she continue to try and press Anna into her life? Anna was an escort. An accompaniment, a pleasurable moment in someone else’s life.

And that was fine.

Was.

Why couldn’t it still be fine? 

The cool of the window flowed from her fingertips to her wrist to her arm, and Anna gathered that sensation into her, lining her spine with the chill. It was cold and biting, and it helped.

A little.

She tore her gaze from her reflection, head drifting as her eyes tracked to her right, stopping at an open door. She angled across the living room to peer inside, a well of nervous anticipation blooming as she beheld the master bedroom. Honey-warm wood furniture lined the room, but what arrested her attention was the large bed in the center - pristine white leather, plush and draped in decadent indigo silks. And the scent…stronger here than anywhere else in the penthouse - honeysuckle and pine and Elsa.

Comforting and arousing and alarming.

Inquisitive eyes darted to the low bureau, noting the various items scattered atop. Her perusal paused at one side of the dresser, the tip of a familiar leather strap peeking out from one of the top drawers. Curious fingers edged into the thin opening, a light tug sliding the drawer open.

A copper eyebrow raised at the curved silicone nestled among it’s paired straps.

It was the strap-on from one of their appointments. She could tell right away - she purchased new toys for each client, and she had perhaps put a bit more thought than usual in choosing this particular piece for this particular client.

She fingered one of the smooth leather straps, mind cast back to that night.

In her haste to untangle herself from Elsa after that lapse of good sense she had haphazardly stripped the toy off and left it on the bed. Elsa must have grabbed it up when she left, bringing it home with her.

A lone finger tentatively ran down the smooth length.

Elsa panted under her, hips pushing back to meet her hard thrusts. Heavenly moans in her ear, straining muscles beneath her hands, silky skin under her lips…

Anna shut the drawer with a slam.

No. It wouldn’t end like that.

She glared petulantly at the drawer, as if her stare could burn through the wood and obliterate the object inside.

She could handle it.

The scrape of the lock drew attention, and her heart drummed faster in apprehension. Unbidden her feet brought her back to the edge of the foyer, and she took a fortifying breath as the knob began to turn. Every ounce of restless energy she channeled into the square of her shoulders, in the imperious tilt of her head. Steel in her eyes, steel in her spine.

The door opened.

Elsa entered, tossing her briefcase to the floor and mussing her hair to a riotous fall of pale gold waves.

She was beautiful, and Anna shook her head sharply to dispel any lingering softness. Handle it. She poured ice into her voice.

"You’re late."

Fuck.

“Fuck’s right,” Elsa cussed. Anna’s eyes widened in shock, surprised that despite her sister’s intense focus on the game, she had heard her. And agreed. Elsa never swore - at least not out loud. Neither did she. Elsa’s thumbs danced around the controller, shaking it as if the game would somehow work to her advantage that way, when really, swinging it would’ve done it a better job. “Anna are you sure this controller is working properly?”

She wasn’t sure how the word slipped her lips, but that wasn’t why she was swearing. “Yup,” Anna replied with a nod.

Anna watched as her sister sway from left to right and back to the left again. She had never seen her sister so darn animated before. Not just swaying, she was freaking swinging her arms - still holding the controller - up, down, left, right, and any other directions possible.

She thought watching Elsa play the Wii once would be hilarious, which it was, but she didn’t expect it to be arousing. Her tank top raised, revealing more of that pale white skin.

When Elsa swayed to the side again, she noticed she had her tongue stuck out, her stare fixated on the screen and nothing else, she smirked inwardly. Her sister was such an adorable dork. Sitting just four feet behind her sister on their shared bed, she could see her sister’s buttcrack leading down to that bit of light blue panties just sticking out of her track pants.

She might as well have not worn them because they were a fucking tease.

It was like having a present sit in front of you, double-wrapped, with holes here and there and you know what was in there and all you wanted was it but you couldn’t fucking touch it.

Anna blamed her period for that. It must’ve been the bloody hormones. Why did they not get washed away along with all the blood last week?

She had never seen her sister that way, but bloody hell, since when had Elsa been so damn hot? In track pants.

Being so fucking sexy in home clothes had got to be illegal. She thought to herself biting her lips.

“Anna?” The question broke her out of her thoughts. “Anna, I need your help. How do I drift again?” With a sigh, Anna pulled her blanket aside and sat behind her sister.

“Alright, watch my hands first. This map has got multiple drift opportunities so I’ll do them a few times and then you watch the screen, kay?” Elsa nodded, the look in her eyes were so serious Anna wondered for a moment whether she was going to regret introducing Need for Speed to her sister.

Her hands held onto her sister’s to push the buttons her sister had been forgetting to in order to drift. Without knowing, she shifted closer to rest on Elsa’s back, inhaling the sharp fresh minty scent from her sister’s nape, arousal shooting down to her core. The moment she realised what she had been doing, she found she needed this conscious effort to stop her hips from gyrating her sister’s back.

“Um, Anna?” Shit. “Can I try?” Oh.

“Okay, sure.” She scooted back and leaned against the headboard of the bed. “Remember, Elsa, timing is key. Ti-ming.” She reminded before tucking herself back in.

“Alright.”

Since when could one word sound so damn sexy. Elsa had to stop. Note to self, never be around Elsa right after her periods.

She sunk deeper beneath the blanket and could feel the warmth radiating from her center. Curiously, a hand slipped down to her pants. She sighed contently when she felt her heated skin against her cold hands. No more panties at home, no more pads, no more thick, gooey, and disgusting blood, except for “God damned hormones.” She muttered to herself when a finger reached her sticky, wet, leaking pussy.

Her head jerked up, eyes back on her sister, who was still focusing on the game and probably hadn’t heard her.

“Elsa?”

“Yes?”

“Tilt yourself to the left a bit, I can’t see the screen.”

“Okay.” Ah, there, that lightly freckle-dusted skin. It was unintentional, she swore to god, with herself so deep under the blankets, Elsa was blocking the view, she justified to herself.

The urge to touch herself overrode any resistance in her. She was burning, her vagina was aching, it was itching, she needed relief. The fact that Elsa was sitting just four feet in front of her, oblivious to the fact her pants were already stripped down and legs sprawled against the bed, sent shivers down her spine. Her pussy clenched when the rush hit her stomach, causing it to flip.

She could get caught anytime.

She had to be fast.

Or maybe she could take it slow and drag it all out.

The orgasm would be mindblowing.

Or maybe she could just relief herself for now.

She frowned at the thought, nah. Elsa was as deaf as a beetle especially when her eyes were crunched together like that. They were just like when she rushed her assignments just a few weeks back.

She could go all out.

She could take this slow and steady. It would be so sweet.

She pulled the blanket up to her neck and bent her knees so just in case Elsa turned back when she was about to climax, whatever she was doing was going to look ambiguous. There was no turning back now.

Her eyes never leaving her sister’s five years old tank top, Anna licked her lips, as the lifted slightly every time her sister moved even an inch, picturing them raised even higher and higher.

A hand snaked up her stomach. She shivered, feeling a cold rush of air coming from the bottom where a small cave was formed by her blanket.

Elsa could see her.

Her sister could see her wetness… if she just turned back.

The coldness brushed against her nipples before she even touched them and she felt them stiffen. Tracing the pebbled areola, an urging heat welling in her chest tighten and she grasped onto a breast.

“Hhi-!”

“Anna?” Elsa asked without looking back. She was no longer swaying from left to right, perhaps finally getting the hang of the game. But she still turned her controllers. Typical. “Alright there?”

“Y-yeah, just a little cold.” She kicked her blanket a little, feeling the wetness spread against her thighs. The rustling sound seemed to convince her sister when her head bobbed up and down and ranted something about the bloody racer knocking into her car.

The poor lamborghini was getting smashed but Elsa didn’t seem keen on giving in. “Fuck!”

Fuck’s right, she chuckled to herself. She really needed a good fucking right there and then.

Having learned her lesson, the hand on her breast slipped out from under her shirt and up to cover her mouth. The other hand teased her slit, stroking down to her entrance. She swallowed a hum escaping her throat as she spread the cool sensation up to her clit. Her hips jerked at the touch, and she choked on a yip she wasn’t expecting.

“Anna, are you okay? You’re shaking the bed.” Elsa almost turned her head but her eyes quickly returned to the screen to make sure her car didn’t crash into another dumpster.

The sudden speech caused her to jump, nudging the stiffening bud. She held back a yip, letting out a high pitched voice, “N-noo, I’m fine, just trying to watch your game, you move too much.”

“Oh, okay.” Her sister sat up visibly straight, so straight Anna could see her practically shivering to stay still.

Her gaping hole clenched again reminding her need to relieve herself. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to cum. Spreading her lips, Anna teased herself with a finger, tracing the hole.

Maybe she should wait till Elsa turned back. She could probably cum from just her sister’s look at her.

Or maybe Elsa could stop playing Need for Speed and speed up whatever that was going on behind her.

Yeah, that would be great.

Elsa’s fingers in her sounded extremely wonderful. “El-” Wait, no. But it would be wrong. So wrong.

“Hm?”

“Nothing, just relax. You can’t play your game like that.” Her sister’s shoulders sank and she heard a sigh.

If she had just turned around maybe Anna could have her sighing all night all right. A picture of her sister sprawled under her flashed in her mind.

A finger slid in, “Mmm, yeah, mmm.. that it.” She felt her warm inner muscles tighten around her finger. So wet, so warm. She pictured her sister writhing under her. Elsa moaning, screaming her name.

“Am I doing it right?” Elsa asked.

“Yeah.. Mm! Yes! Yes, Elsa, yes!” Another finger plunged in, spreading her velvety wetness. “Go go, so close!”

Elsa leaned forward, just less three feet away from the television. The tension between the inanimate object and her sister almost palpable but she didn’t care. More of that freckled skin revealed under the undersized tank top as Elsa jammed her fingers on the Wii, swinging them vigorously. Anna watched as that buttcrack tease her to no end. She could picture what her sister was like beneath her, her hands on those globes, spreading her legs apart.

Her hips bucked against her hands. It was like she was no longer in control of her body and her fingers wouldn’t stop moving. With every cry, her fingers sped up bringing her closer, closer. Screw taking it slow and easy, fuck the mindblowing orgasm.

She was going to cum and Elsa was right in front of her. It was no longer going to matter how great it was, she was getting her fucking release and that was all that mattered.

She was going to cum and Elsa was there.

Elsa was sitting right in front of her.

She was going to, she was gonna cum, she was cumming, she was-!

As the lamborghini crossed the finishing line, beaten up and battered, “Yes!” They both cried at the same time.

“Anna, Anna!” Shit, shit, shit, shit. She quickly pulled up her pants, gyrating her hips so she could hurry the piece of clothe up her ass. Elsa turned around with her hands raised. The background cheered for their new winner but her sister’s hands fell as soon as their eyes met. She cocked an eyebrow and stared at Anna for a good minute, probably scrutinising her now flushed face and exhausted eyes. She could really use some sleep.

“Are… you okay?” Elsa crept closer to Anna and stretched out the hand that was no longer holding onto the controller.

Anna quickly withdrew her legs, feeling perspiration forming, dripping down her legs, gathering on her inner thighs as they slide down there. “Y-yeah, it was just… an intense match.”

Today was finally going to be the day. The day that Anna, Sheriff of Nottingham, was going to finally capture the infamous Robin Hood. Or rather this generations’ Robin Hood, successor to Robin of Locksley; and Anna was dying to find out his identity.

She’d been sheriff of Nottingham for the past ten years, they had been peaceful years too, until He showed up. Everything went to chaos after that, back to the rich getting robbed and the poor starting uprisings. A black spot on her otherwise perfect record, all thanks to Robin Hood. But today it would stop. Luring out this Robin would be as luring out the original.

With an archery contest. Which they prided as their ultimate skill, and could not turn down a challenge to.

The stage was set, the pieces in place, and the competition already starting. The only thing left to do was wait, wait until Robin Hood won, and then he would be hit with a poison dart that would knock him unconscious for a few hours to then be taken to the dungeons. Anna had her men everywhere, most disguised as peasants and others as the other contestants, including Anna herself; there was no way she was letting him get away.

The king stood and greeted the crowd, stating the rules of the competition and giving the contestants his well wishes, before sitting down and letting the event commence.

Each archer drew their bow and aimed at their prospective target, the painted hay circle a good hundred meters away. Anna took a deep breath as she starred down her target, imagining it as her impending victory as she waited for the loose fire horn to blow. And when it did the surrounding crowd went silent, only the whirl of arrows flying through the air being heard.

When the arrows had landed only three had hit their mark with flawless precision. One being her own, the other from her deputy’s bow, and the last from a hooded figure. Their face was out of view, as was the rest of their features, but from what Anna could see they had a very lithe frame. Anna brushed off the thought, how he looked didn’t matter, the man had caused enough trouble for the crown as it were, and she did not intend to underestimate him.

As the other hay piles were removed from the event, minus their three, Anna caught the gaze of her deputy before giving a curt nod to let him know that their plan would soon be put into action. When the targets were set the three of them drew their bows for a last time and took aim. A silence coming over the crowd once again.

The horn blew and two arrows were let loose, Anna’s and Robin’s. Both arrows hitting true to their mark.

Her deputy however had dropped his bow, pulled out a dart pipe, and blew a dart into the figures neck. All in flawless succession.

The figure collapsed on the spot and the contest came to an end.

The sound of Anna’s footsteps echoed through the halls as she descended the cobblestone steps that led down to the dungeons where he newly captured rival would soon be waking. She straightened her posture and plastered on an intimidating expression as she neared the cell.

“Leave us, and do not allow anyone in here until I tell you otherwise,” she commanded to the standing guard who was in charge of the prisoner, “is that understood? And leave the keys.”

The guard gave a curt nod before quickly exiting the dungeon. Leaving the sheriff and her prisoner alone in the dimly lit cell.  

Anna laid the keys on the nearby table stool before examining her captive.

“Looks like it’s just me and you, Robin.” she mused aloud as she neared the hooded figure highlighted by the slight bit of moonlight leaking into the cell. “Today I finally learn your identity.”

She pulled off her leather gloves tossing them to nowhere in particular, then grasped the hood covering the figures face and yanked it off. The redhead took a few steps back to let the person’s features sink in.

White-blonde hair tied up expertly in an intricate bun. Pale skin, almost flawless minus a few scars that had etched into her skin. Soft, almost angelic features.

The sheriff’s breath hitched at the sudden sight, she couldn’t believe that this angelically beautiful woman was the same criminal she’d been running after for years. But this was unmistakably the Robin Anna knew. Upon closer inspection Anna could recall all the scars she herself had inflicted on that silk like skin.

The redhead brought her hand up to the pale woman’s face, tracing the pads of her digits across a pale scar on the woman’s cheek, slightly marring the fine dusting of freckles across her nose.

The woman stirred at the touch. Coming back into consciousness slowly. Her eyes snapped open when she sensed the predicament she was in; chained the dungeon walls by her wrists and ankles. And Anna startled at the intense blue of the woman’s irises; like glacial ice locked forever in the blonde’s eyes.

The sheriff was snapped from the hold of those amazing blues, when she noticed a smirk come to the woman’s face after she had made a remark that Anna did not catch.

“Wait, what?”

“I asked if you’d captured me with the sole intension of indecently gazing at me, or am I here for a reason. If you just wanted to look at me I could have had Little John draw you a portrait and send it to you, he’s quite the artist.”

Anna scoffed aloud and steeled her features to address the criminal, disguising her slight blush at the comment as her temper rising.

“You can’t distract me with your words, it’s the only thing you ‘Robins’ are good at, talking your way out of situations and then fleeing from them. It’s no wonder you have acquired the title of ‘silver-tongue’.”

“That’s not the only reason they call me silver tongue.” The blonde peered up at her captor giving a coy wiggle of her eyebrows and a suggestive wink.

Anna growled in response, anger beginning to rise as the situation gradually became more out of hand. This Robin. This woman, was her captive. She should be begging for mercy and asking Anna for forgiveness for her crimes. Not whatever this was.

“Enough of this banter,” Anna ordered, “you are here for thievery, trespassing in the king’s forest, and all other manners of crime…and I’m here to deal out your punishment.”

The redhead paused and tilted her head in thought.

“Well it’s more like round one of punishment. Death is the ultimate payment of your crimes. But I’m going to have some fun with you first.”

A wicked smile came to Anna’s face as she witnessed fear finally registering to the other woman. Oh how she was going to enjoy this.

Anna unsheathed a dagger from her belt and approached her captive, bringing the tip of the blade to her throat.

“Before I start I’d like to know your true name, calling you Robin won’t do. It doesn’t seem to fit now that I’ve seen you.”

“E-Elsa, my name is Elsa.”

Anna licked her lips as she repeated the name, savoring its taste on her tongue. Yes this name fit the woman much better.

“Well, Elsa, let’s get started.” And with that Anna took her dagger and dragged it through the woman’s clothes, ripping them off her body when the material became weak enough. When she finished she stood back to look at her handiwork.

Elsa was knelt on the cold hard floor. Her delicious pale skin tinted a light pink in her embarrassment of being exposed to her captor’s wandering eyes, though she gave a defiant glare up towards the sheriff. Her undergarments were still intact, her chest bound tightly so as not to give away her gender when she was out thieving.

Anna nodded in silent appreciation. If Elsa was this embarrassed already she was excited to see how flushed and pink she could get her captive’s pale skin. She sheathed her dagger as she approached the woman and hooked her thumbs in her underwear before slowly pulling them down her long slender legs. Her breath catching when she noticed the light pink tint that donned the older woman’s folds. And a spike of arousal shot straight to the sheriff’s core when she heard Elsa hiss in pleasure at the feeling of her bare pussy coming into contact with the cold, damp dungeon floor.

Adrenaline began to course through Anna’s veins and she quickly drew her dagger to free Elsa’s breasts from their confinement. The need to see more of that slightly marred pale skin the only thing on her mind. She brought the dagger through the constrictive material freeing Elsa’s breasts; the two mounds of flesh revealing their true size as they sagged slightly from their size. Her breasts topped with light pink nipples that were beginning to harden.

As Anna retracted her blade from Elsa she noticed that she had accidentally nicked her skin and a trail of blood began running through the valley between her perfect breasts.

Without thinking Anna leaned in and flattened her tongue slowly licking the trail back to its source, lightly sucking on the wound. A soft moan left Elsa’s lips at the action, her body instinctively leaning into Anna’s mouth. The iron taste of the criminal’s blood coated Anna’s taste buds; she exhaled a shaky breath when her actions finally caught up with her brain. The redhead’s heart began to race and she licked the wound again when she saw more blood, reveling in the sounds that escaped Elsa.  

Anna’s mind swam with muddling thoughts. What she was doing was wrong, at least she thought it was wrong. It felt wrong, and sinful. But it felt so right. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she’d never felt desire like this in her life.

She pressed on, cutting a line from the base of Elsa’s neck to her clavicle, ignoring the instinctive jerking of her captive’s body at the pain. It was a torture session after all.

When the blood started flowing freely down her neck and nuzzled the area, greedily sucking the liquid and the skin it came from. When she pulled back there was a large dark hickey surrounding the area.

Growing bolder Anna trailed kisses from the base of Elsa’s neck to her jaw line, biting at the porcelain skin every so often until she eventually forced her captive into a bruising kiss. Anna invading Elsa’s mouth with her tongue and deepening the kiss, exploring the new territory. Their teeth clacked together as they continued with fervor, the sound of their heavy panting echoing off the walls.

They parted when Anna needed to breathe, but Elsa retaliated by dragging Anna’s lips into her mouth and biting down until she drew blood before licking it away with a quick swipe of her tongue.

Anna covered her mouth, gingerly prodding the tender flesh and glaring down at Elsa. To think the frail looking woman was still this rebellious, she’d have to be taught a lesson.

Anna grabbed Elsa’s jaw with her hand, jerking the blonde to make sure she had her full attention.

“Be good until I return.”

Elsa sent a confused look after the redheaded sheriff as she strutted the cell and went back up the spiral stairs, out of sight.

When Anna returned she found Elsa slightly shivering, head bowed. She felt kind of bad for having to leave Elsa for as long as she did. But it took her longer to find what she was looking for than she expected.

Elsa raised her head when she heard footsteps entering her cell again. Eye widening when she noticed Anna wasn’t alone.

“What’s he doing here?” Elsa chattered, reflectively trying to cover her intimates, though the chains kept her from doing so.

“Well, interesting story, I was going around looking for an instrument to enact your punishment with when I came across the nobleman wandering through the halls. He was curious as to your identity so I described you and gave your name. Turns out he knew exactly who you were and wished to come see you, despite me telling him that you weren’t really in the position to be receiving visitors. Even if they are family.”

Elsa hung her head in shame and avoided her father’s gaze. Ten years and he still seemed as cold and judging as he always had. It was why she left the world of nobility and joined Robin’s merry men. That damn stare, and here it was again down to the very end. The sheriff definitely won this battle, and maybe the war.

“Well, now that you’ve seen her I suggest you part before I start her punishment.”

“On the contrary, I’ll be staying, and instead of using that riding crop, use my belt. From my experience it’ll help the message sink in faster.”

Anna took the belt from him after he unfastened it from himself. To tell the truth this situation was getting a bit uncomfortable. But she couldn’t refuse a noble’s request, she’d just have to hope he left soon of his own accord. She smoothed out the leather belt in her hands, it was thick and intimidatingly worn.

“Stand up and turn around” Anna ordered, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

Elsa did as told, looking neither of her torturers in the eye. Her posture slumped and defeated as she rested her head against the cold wall in acceptance.

A painful throb resounded through Anna’s heart as she pulled back to strike and then took the first swing.

A whimper escaped Elsa’s throat as the sound of her smacked skin reverberated through the walls. That definitely left a mark. She tightened her grip on the chains and steeled herself for the next lash. She wasn’t going to give her father the satisfaction of her screams.

Another two followed in quick succession, the second much lighter than the first, but still painful. The sheriff was going easy on her. Confused she turned to look at Anna, right as another spank landed on her now bright pink bottom, followed by a breathless gasp. Elsa blushed when she realized what she’d done and turned back towards the wall. Though she couldn’t really blame herself, with how light Anna was hitting the pain wasn’t unbearable and it left a crack for pleasure to take its place.

Another three followed with no pause in between and at this point Elsa could feel her thighs beginning to get wet. She wondered if her father and Anna could see, not that she cared, she was focusing only on the pleasure she was getting, blocking out the situation around her.

Anna couldn’t deny that at this point she was becoming extremely turned on from Elsa’s, now, unabashed moaning at being spanked. Every sound sending liquid fire right to her lower stomach. And she was glad Elsa’s father had left a few minutes ago, cursing all the while that his daughter had become a shameful harlot and was disgracing his name. Elsa didn’t seem to notice his absence, too caught up in her pleasure.

At the sound of another of Elsa’s moans, caused by her spanking, Anna’s breath became ragged as she tried to fight off her own twisted and aroused thoughts. She put a bit more power into the next swing, hoping it was painful enough to snap the blonde from her own mind.

“A-anna, again. Just like that.” Elsa moaned, her voice breathless and ragged.

Fuck. No controlling it now. Anna dropped the belt and knelt behind Elsa, gingerly feeling the red skin. She peppered light kisses on her captive’s pink cheeks when she noticed just how wet Elsa had gotten from this.

“Look how wet you are.” Anna cooed feeling through Elsa’s folds and bringing out a glistening finger. “to think you’d get aroused so much from this, you truly are a whore aren’t you…but I can appreciate that.”

Anna sucked on her lubricated finger, reveling in its slightly tangy taste, a pleased groan escaping her lips. Anna brought her attention back to the blonde’s rear, seeing the lined indents of the belt. Well if she was going to do something as taboo as this she might as well go all the way.

The sheriff spread Elsa’s ass and swiped a tongue over the pink puckered entrance. The pleased hiss following the action encouraging her further. She dipped her tongue into the tight space as far as it would let her before retracting and then delving in again. Anna held firmly onto Elsa’s ass when she felt Elsa begin to grind into her, her captive reduced to moans and unintelligible words.

Anna teased a finger into Elsa’s cunt, burying the finger in as far as she could. She quickly added another finger and picked up her speed. In and out, as fast as she could go until she sure Elsa was ready to unravel at any second. And when Anna felt Elsa about to go over the edge she retracted her fingers and mouth from Elsa’s body. Leaving the blonde panting and unsatisfied, turning to the redhead with a tortured look on her face.

But that’s exactly was this was supposed to be. Torture.

“If you want me to finish you off you better put that silver-tongue you pride yourself on to good work first.” As she said that Anna undid her own pants and walked up to Elsa, looking up challenging into Elsa’s eyes. After a few seconds the taller woman conceded and got down on her knees in front of the sheriff, giving a long swipe of her tongue through Anna’s fiery cunt.

A satisfied moan ripped itself from Anna’s throat as Elsa delved deeper into her, enthusiastically lapping at her while nudging her clit with her nose. She brought a shaky hand down into Elsa’s hair to steady herself, ruining the blonde’s bun. But she didn’t care. That silver tongue was bring her close to the edge with expert precision.

Anna began grinding her pussy into Elsa’s mouth, needing to get as much friction as she could to push herself over the edge.

“Harder…harder, please Elsa, I’m so close.”

At the sound of Anna’s begging, and the tightening fist in her hair, Elsa gave a longue swipe of her tongue from Anna’s entrance to her clit, scraping her teeth lightly against the bundle of nerves. Anna came undone with a high pitched scream above her, coating Elsa’s face with her juices.

Anna came down from her high quickly after that only to notice that Elsa had begun trying to clean the come from her face. The sheriff quickly grabbed the blonde jaw to get her attention.

“No, you keep that on there as part as your punishment. Though we can get started on your reward.”

Anna pulled up her pants quickly before leaning Elsa back against the wall and spreading her legs. She gave the blonde a playful bite on her inner thigh before bringing her lips to Elsa to suck on her clit. As she did that she brought a finger to Elsa’s puckered entrance, slowly invading the hole and widening it.

Elsa bucked at the intrusion, the coil in her stomach tightening up fast. Moaning as Anna pumped the finger in and out a steady rhythm in time with her sucking. Elsa was sure she was going to explode at any minute. And she almost lost it when she felt Anna ease two fingers from her other hand into her pussy, pumping them with the same easy rhythm as the finger currently loosening up her sphincter.

After a few more pumps of steady build up Anna increased her speed. Giving quick shallow pumps in and out, and occasionally brushing on the sensitive spot of Elsa’s inner walls.

Elsa came with an unnatural force, and a silent scream, covering Anna’s chin and chest in her liquids.

“Guess I did a good job if you came that hard.” Anna chuckled as she rested in between Elsa’s legs waiting for her to regain her breath.

Elsa gave a meek smile at the comment and rested her head on the wall looking up at her chained wrists; she sighed and closed her eyes. Well at least she went out with a bang.

Anna noticed the melancholy expression and tenderly kissed at Elsa’s hips to gain her attention.

“You know, I’m kind of tired after everything today, it’d be a shame if you used the key that has—” Anna took the key from her pocket and place it on Elsa’s bellybutton, “coincidentally fallen from my pocket, and escaped while I’m unconscious.”

They both shared a mischievous smile before Anna retracted herself and went to lay down in the corner of the cell.

Elsa wasn’t here.

Anna frowned, arms crossing. That’s twice now. The other woman was punctual to a fault, yet now she would be tardy for the second time in a row. And although she hadn’t asked, she knew Elsa had been staying late at her job again, and she was willing to bet the blonde would burst through the door, apologies falling from her lips, still clad in office attire.

Just like last time.

She couldn’t deny she was relieved that work was the reason, and not that unspeakable run-in at the gym. Still can’t believe that actually happened. And interrogating Hercules the next day proved what she already knew - it was a complete coincidence.

At least none of her friends were there to witness that. Tiana may have eased off on the teasing, but Charlotte seemed more than happy to pick up the slack, referring to her client as the “Frog Princess.”

"If you kiss her, maybe she’ll turn into your sugar-mama!"

Both Tia and Anna had rolled their eyes at that one.

The beep of the door broke Anna from her musings, eyes darting to the wall clock. Twelve minutes…not that bad. She made sure to square her shoulders and harden her expression.

Can’t have Elsa thinking she’s gone too soft.

~~~

Elsa reclined on the bed sheepishly, making sure to plaster on her most contrite expression. Anna gave her a most unimpressed look in return, and the blonde cringed slightly.

She had stammered out a repeat apology when she entered the hotel suite, and had dutifully sat under the redhead’s brief chastising reprimand. But as sorry as Elsa had felt, she still felt that tiny spark of happiness.

During her lecture Anna looked frazzled.

Like she was actually worried rather than angry.

That emotion had unfortunately disappeared under the escort’s stoic facade, and Elsa was summarily commanded to the bedroom and stripped. She was reaching for the satin sash of Anna’s robe when the redhead whipped it off herself, revealing nothing but silky, freckled skin.

Stunned at the sudden…nakedness, she was easily pushed onto the bed, Anna swiftly crawling between her sprawled legs. It wasn’t until an impatient “ahem” caught her attention that she realized she was just laying there ogling Anna’s breasts, and she snapped her gaze up.

Which brought them back to Elsa apologetically looking at the escort.

Anna shook her head, shifting to settle more comfortably over the blonde’s hips. She dipped her head to mouth to Elsa’s sternum, nipping lightly at the soft gasp that filtered out.

"Well, if you just want to look…" she murmured against suddenly flush skin, dragging her lips to catch a hardening nipple. "…I’ll just get started then."

She bit, and Elsa whimpered.

She seized pale hips, tugging them tight against her body, and Elsa moaned.

She ground hard into wet heat, arousal smearing hot against her abdomen, and Elsa keened.

Hips gyrated, fingers twisted desperately in the sheets, and Anna descended until Elsa pulsed against her tongue - sharp and sweet and delicious.

She set a punishing pace, ignoring the mewls and groans as Elsa strove to keep up. Anna was intent on not lingering, on not letting them dwell in that nebulous, awkward atmosphere where something threatened to tip their precarious relationship into something else.

And as Elsa dissolved into bliss under her mouth, cry echoing through the room Anna shut her eyes to that soft, burgeoning feeling blooming in her chest.

Don’t, Anna thought, not sure if that was aimed at Elsa or herself.

Hands tugged at her shoulders, and Anna let herself be pulled up, levering her torso to hover above her client. Elsa panted lightly, eyes dark and hooded, still hazy with the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm. Anna’s tongue flickered out, drawing across the heavy wetness coating her lips and those pupils dilated further, a renewed flush spreading across alabaster skin.

Wordlessly the blonde urged her up, and Anna acquiesced, rising to her knees. Warm hands skimmed down her sides leaving goosebumps in their wake, and Anna conscientiously held back a shiver as they wrapped around her thighs, fingers massaging at the soft sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

Their eyes caught and held, and Anna could feel the weight of her gaze.

It was discomfiting and intense and searching, and Anna squared her jaw, steeling herself to meet that stare. Don’t.

Would their interactions always have this touch of drained tension now? Like trying to keep a storm-tossed boat afloat, each tentative that every movement would capsize them - yet knowing the motions of sea were far beyond their control now, and pitched them to and fro despite their best efforts.

Anna sorely missed the light banter of their early appointments. It was so easy, and there was no way to return to that.

Well, there was one way, but Anna wasn’t going to let herself head down that road.

That would be rocking the boat.

Don’t.

As Anna shuffled up light touches trailed down the hollow of her knee, following the slender rise of her calf to press fingertips to the delicate tendons at her ankle. Blue eyes watched closely as Anna settled above Elsa’s shoulders and pleasure quivered up the line of her spine when those gentle hands reversed direction, sliding back up to cradle her ass.

Anna gripped sweaty palms to the top bar of the headboard as she lowered her hips, a soft sigh leaving her as Elsa tipped her chin to meet her.

Elsa swiped her tongue through soaked folds, humming in approval. She loved this - bearing the weight of the other woman, feeling every pulse and twitch against her lips. She meandered her gaze up a toned abdomen, across the heaving chest to a piercing aqua gaze, flickering like the sun dappled shallows of white sand beaches.

Beautiful, and Elsa felt she could stay like this forever, the taste of the redhead on her tongue, soft breaths hitching above her, and nothing in her gaze but Anna. 

She nudged the stiff nub of Anna’s clit with her nose, delighting in the little moan that fell from light pink lips. Anna ground her hips lightly, pressing down in an unspoken demand and Elsa smiled in triumph, settling Anna firmly on her mouth and beginning to work in earnest.

Anna’s eyes slammed shut, one hand dropping heavily to brace at the crown of Elsa’s head. Her fingers twined in light spun gold, pushing and tugging as her hips jerked with every lash of that clever tongue. The curl of pleasure flared high and hot and everywhere, her breath short in her lungs as Elsa followed every rise and fall of her hips, trying to wring every drop of pleasure she could.

Concentrate on the pleasure, Anna commanded herself, giving a hard grind of her hips. Elsa gave a muffled moan in response, the echo vibrating up her spine. She panted as teeth scraped lightly against her clit - “Ah!” - followed swiftly by a hard bolt of suction. Steady hands wrapped securely over her thighs, fingers fanning to stroke at the sensitive lines of muscle, and Anna’s inner pleas to narrow everything to the familiar and safe sensation of carnal gratification wobbled and expanded beyond her tight control.

Even shutting out the sight of the other woman did nothing. Every caress of a careful hand, every nibble of playful lips, every raspy lick of that questing tongue - even the soft silk of hair in her grasp all screamed “Elsa” at her senses.

How was she supposed to keep this woman at arm’s length when her own mind betrayed her like this? It was overwhelming and all-encompassing, and Anna seemed to always be bending to the gravity of this moment.

It was with this revelation in her head and a whimper on her tongue that Anna tumbled hard into a long, shuddering orgasm, grateful when the fire that swept across her senses obliterated all thought.

~~~

Anna watched with keen eyes as Elsa struggled into her blouse, head trapped beneath the hem and one arm missing the sleeve entirely. With an affectionate roll of her eyes she crossed the room, slapping down flailing hands to properly tug the garment on.

Tousled blond locks popped out, and Elsa smiled sheepishly. “Thanks,” she murmured, the red of embarrassment tingeing her cheeks.

The escort nodded distractedly, lips pursing as the other woman cast around for the rest of her outfit. She was tired, Anna realized, taking in the slight slump of slim shoulders, the almost-stumble in her gait.

Granted, exhaustion was generally a (well-deserved) result of a “session” - especially when it involved Anna - but usually Elsa stayed the night after Anna had left. So why was she leaving, when she clearly needs the rest?

"You have somewhere to be?" The question escaped from her without permission, and Anna almost slapped herself.

Elsa blinked in surprise at the question, the weary drag of of her body slowing her senses. Had Anna asked her something, or was her addled mind now supplying her with it’s own running “Anna commentary?”

The blonde was so long in responding Anna stepped back in to fill the silence. “The room is paid for through the night—”

Elsa knew that, of course.

"…and you know that." Of course. ”What I meant,” Anna corrected, “was that you usually stay.

"…Afterwards."

They stared at each other until the air edged into slight unease. Elsa finally cleared her throat, forcefully kicking her mind into gear. “Yes, I—um, there’s this new client and I have to work weekends for a while, so it’s just easier to head home now instead of worrying about being late tomorrow morning.”

Anna cocked her head, brow furrowed, and Elsa squirmed a little at how cute the redhead was.

"I live at the North End of town, my office is down in the Financial District. I’d end up crossing the city twice over from here, so…"

Well, that explained the run-ins at the market and the gym - surprisingly they lived only a few miles from each other.

"…If we met at my place instead it would cut my travel time in half.”

Elsa hadn’t meant to suggest that. It had just slipped out. But it was already out there, and it really would help.

The secret desire to see the other woman in her home notwithstanding.

"Fine."

Two sets of eyes snapped to each other, surprise coloring both visages. Elsa’s jaw dropped and Anna’s jaw clenched, and Anna could feel the tentative balance yaw sharply.

Don’t rock the boat.

Blue eyes warmed, happiness dawning and head wagging.

Don’t rock the boat.

"O-okay! If, if you’re sure." Elsa’s voice, chipper and light and delighted.

Don’t rock th—aw, shit. Anna sighed in resignation. “Yeah, yeah, can’t have you falling asleep at the wheel anyways.” Dammit. She reached for a pad and pen sitting on the bedside table, tossing it to her client even as her mind still protested.

It wasn’t too late, she could still retract her offer…

Elsa’s head popped back up, one hand shyly offering the seemingly innocuous rectangle of paper. Anna stared at the scrawled text, a brief flare of amusement stealing over her at the utterly terrible handwriting. She chanced a peek at the other woman, heart plummeting to her stomach once more at the shining hope that practically radiated from the blonde.

*******

She looked like Elsa. Terribly like Elsa; frighteningly like Elsa… But was she her?

Anna narrowed her eyebrows, connecting them with wrinkles. “Yes?” the person she had been staring at the back of for the past ten minutes asked, feeling the redhead’s eyes on her. The blonde tugged her collar and unlocked the hotel room door for both of them to enter. “Here’s where I’ll be sleeping tonight. Everyone, find a partner to share rooms with. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow to hear another one of us missing or gone.”

Her voice was so soft yet confident. Combined with the strength in her cold blue eyes, it had this commanding power over her. Anna was like a puppy wagging its tail at her master around her. She turned around to the rest of her guildmates who nodded at her guild leader and headed out, apparently they had the same effect on her friends too.

“Alv,” she yipped upon hearing her nickname. She recalled when she was prompted an in-game name she requested ‘Alvlva’ because it looked like her name, which (duh) was taken and now she deeply regretted it. She paused in her act to run and creaked around to face their leader.

Thick long fringe tucked behind her ears and over her head, her blonde hair tied in a neat braid with a few snowflake clips - her favoured elemental power - ran along the blue strip on the shoulder of her robe. After a gruesome day of grinding in the woods, she still looked like when she just got out of the bathroom that morning. Her cheeks looked soft like marshmallows Anna had to hold back the urge to pinch them. She reached out a hand towards the assassin, “I need to talk to you for a while so if you don’t mind, you’ll be sharing with me tonight.”

Anna nodded meekly and hoped to god her attempted frown did not look anything like a pout as she followed her leader in. It was probably going to be a long night. The mage merely smiled - a grin Anna swore it was one looked too much like her sister to not be her - and walked in.

She sat by the bed and patted beside her, inviting the redhead to sit beside her. Closer, Anna realised the mage had two piercings on her left ear but couldn’t see any of her right. She cursed at her poor memory skills. For someone who had spent every minute in her older sister’s presence ogling her, she sure was a disappointment for her inability to recall something as simple as whether Elsa had ever pierced her ears or not.

But then again, earrings in Maple did provide stats improvements, so for all she know, this person might’ve pierced them in-game. Or always had them. Whatever.

“Tea?” Elsa was allergic drink caffeine, so she couldn’t be Elsa. She nodded firmly this time, regaining her faltered confidence. The blonde giggled and whatever she had literally just built up withered away in an instant - the resemblance was seriously uncanny. She inhaled the scent of the chinese tea and placed the cup back on the table. “This is exactly what I wanted to talk about. I may be the guild master but that doesn’t mean you have to always be so tense around me, Alv. And I noticed ever since we first met, you’ve been avoiding me. Have I offended you?”

Okay, she totally couldn’t be Elsa. First and foremost, her older sister did not play games. Second of all, her older sister never had her hair like that. Ever. How much gel did she need for that? The blonde was too practical a person to do that; she had never seen Elsa in anything else other than a bun or bed hair - which was basically a mess. There was only neatfreak Elsa or messy-as-fuck Elsa, there was no in between or this… this… gorgeous-I-want-to-fuck-so-hard Elsa. Which if this person was Elsa, that was it. Thirdly, Elsa was allergic to caffeine so she couldn’t be pouring tea, drinking it and even offering her a cup. Besides, neither did Anna, so if she was Elsa, she wouldn’t have offered her because if she was Elsa, she would’ve noticed Anna right away because why the hell wouldn’t she call her younger sister by her name? Lastly, if she was Elsa, she would’ve started calling her Anna by now.

And thank god, she hadn’t. Or she might’ve quit the guild on the spot.

Erusa placed a gloved hand on hers, “If I have, you need to let me know. We’re a team and I’d like to get out of this hell hole as soon as we can. You’re our guild’s most valued assassin, the game’s top level assassin, top few contributors to our guild’s success Alv, I need you to be at your best at all times.”

Totally not Elsa. Her hands didn’t give her the feels her sister’s touch usually gave her. It didn’t force that annoyingly unwarranted twitching grin across her face. Wait a minute - “Do you think dreams here are the same as dreams in real life?” she blurted out.

“What?” The blonde raised an eyebrow, taken aback by Anna’s question that came out of nowhere.

“No no no,” she shook her head, “I mean… you know how you don’t feel things in your dreams like you do in real life right? What about dreams here?” She slapped herself, the resounding smack across her face shocking the blonde causing her to jump back a little. “…Ow. Okay, totally not a dream.” She added after two seconds of silence, rubbing her cheeks.

Erusa hid her laugh behind her hand - there she went acting all like Elsa again. The redhead rolled her eyes. “You’re funny.” The compliment coloured the rest of the assassin’s cheeks, the stinging pain washed away with a warm heat that spread to her ears. Erusa ungloved a hand and gently cupped her face, “Here, let me help you,” and before she could heal the redhead’s cheeks, Anna flinched and pushed her away.

“I-I’m sorry! I, it’s just that… you look like someone I know before we got stuck here and…”

Erusa watched the redhead fiddle her thumbs for a while before nodding understandingly. “A crush?” she tried with a comforting smile.

Anna didn’t know whether her guild master was expressing an interest or curiosity in her or why, but she was willing to open up if it satisfied the blonde and meant never having to be alone with each other again. “You… you could say that.” More like in love. Or lust thanks to her raging hormones, she couldn’t fucking tell. She almost snorted at her pun.

“Funny, you remind me of someone I knew before we got stuck here too.” Erusa said resting against her arms, leaning back as she swung her legs. “I miss her a lot.”

“Are you…”

Erusa interrupted her with a giggle, “Gay? Yeah. Attached? God, no. I wish I was. I love her so much.” It was like the ice in the blonde’s eyes melted into this ocean of endless blue and Anna couldn’t help finding herself curious. She wanted to know who was it that managed to capture this angel’s eyes, why she wound up here playing this game instead of chasing that person because she knew, that whoever that person was, Erusa was more than able to capture their heart. “It’s… complicated,” the blonde said simply with a relieved sigh. And with that, the assassin slumped in her seat, withdrawing from the blonde again.

“Well it could never get as messed up as mine- shit!” she quickly covered her mouth.

The mage sat up and tried to pry the hand away from Anna, “How bad?”

She separated her fingers and whispered, “Not telling,” but curiosity got the better of the blonde and their little talk grew into a wrestling session on the bed, tumbling over each other, tangling their legs to trip the other into falling. It amazed the assassin what quick reflexes the mage had considering, well, she was a mage. While Anna had honed her dexterity and speed for her job, she had often spotted the mage in libraries reading, learning and memorising spells - never working out. Now that she thought about it, she had never really seen her guild master in combat before except when healing or temporarily freezing their opponents.

Her thoughts were abruptly driven to a halt when she felt her back slammed against the floor as the fell off the bed, knocking the air out of her lungs. Erusa whispered some incantation and cold hard ice formed on her limbs. A mischievous smile formed on her face, “So… you feel like talking now?” It struck Anna as odd, seeing her sister - no, she corrected herself her guild master - act like a five year old, she had always held this assertive presence over everyone so without even looking around, everyone knew she was there. But that entire feeling was gone and Anna felt like she was sharing a room with a teenager like her.

She glanced away and muttered, “Forbidden love kind of bad.”

“Well I’m not one to judge what’s forbidden and what’s not, but… say,” Anna looked up at her guild master. There it was again. Whenever she used that soft yet commanding voice of hers, it was like an instinct now for the assassin to pay full attention to every single detail for any double meaning or any sign for her party, particularly. But this time, the tone in her voice felt sly, and whatever it was the mage was about to suggest something uncharacteristic of her. Anna knew it couldn’t be good, but she listened anyway. “Since we’re both single - you are, right? - and are stuck in tricky situations… how about we… hook up?”

“What, you’re horny now?” Anna glared at her guild master, she broke the thin ice cuffs, shoved the blonde off her and climbed onto the bed, huddling against the wall, “Fuck off.” She felt cheap, disappointed, and tired. Granted they knew nothing of each other, she shouldn’t have held any expectations of the mage. But the fact she looked so much like Elsa, she couldn’t help but expect as much from her. To think she thought her guild master was as great as her sister, she snorted, perhaps they couldn’t be compared.

Elsa had never returned home the morning after a night out before. She wouldn’t have one night stands… She would get to know someone, fall in love, get together, before having sex… wouldn’t she?

“You realise we have to share the bed, right?” She didn’t.

“…Yes?”

The blonde scratched the back of her neck and contemplated for a moment before speaking up again, “Just take me as a… side you’ve never seen of the person you’re in love with.”

It then hit the assassin. Neither of them had anything to lose, really, not even her virginity since this was virtual reality. And hooking up wasn’t an actual relationship. It wasn’t cheap if it wasn’t a one night stand, it was more like… friends with benefits. And she was perfectly fine with that. Besides, they could die tonight. Tomorrow. Or next week. No one knows. If Elsa, mom, or dad unplugged, she’d be a goner and no one knew when that could happen. And in retrospect, the blonde did try to get to know her, so…

She turned around and faced the blonde who was still standing by the bed with her hands by her hips, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Anna could hear herself so differently from her usually self she wasn’t even surprised the mage’s eyes widened as she spoke. More importantly, she was astonished by how easy it felt for her change just. It was like a switch in her had been flipped and she no longer saw Erusa her guild master but Elsa her older sister.

Erusa’s nod of confidence no longer looked like one of respect but one of invitation. Elsa was inviting her to have sex. Her sister was telling her they had to share the bed that night - when was the last time they did that? Her sister was telling her they could have sex, something she had always dreamed of. Fantasised, more like.

It was like her mind was on autopilot - as if fighting with your mind in a virtual reality wasn’t that - more accurately, like she had let her subconscious go, her imaginations ran wild. She pulled the mage down without a second thought, and could feel the saliva collecting in her mouth, “You’ll regret this.”

But Erusa didn’t seem one to back down. Instead, her eyes hardened again like she was bracing for another boss battle. Like the guild master was up against a beast Anna wouldn’t deny she was going to act like. They shined a bright blue and then she smirked, “Try me.”

They pressed their lips hard against each other, nipping and biting, tasting the essence of each other. Her breath was cool and it made her realise how hot she was, like the ice spells she chanted. She could taste a bit of tea on her lips. Sometimes it still surprised the redhead they could taste in this game. Her teeth pulled onto her lower lips, not caring if she bruised them. She grunted when the blonde retaliated with just as much vigour, pulling back and pressing their lips together again, teeth clacking as they both fought for dominance. Anna broke the kiss to find the mage smirking at her as if she had expected everything. Not one to back down from a fight, the assassin tugged the blonde up with her robe and threw her against the headboard, causing her to lose her flinch in pain. She pressed herself against Erusa, feeling the warmth in their chest against each other growing, her hands both on the blonde’s collar making sure she couldn’t move from her position and pushed her tongue in.

Elsa. Elsa. Elsa. Elsa.

She reminded herself. It was no longer Erusa she was kissing, it was Elsa.

Elsa wasn’t much of a fighter, Elsa was a submissive person in general, always the one giving in (to her at least), always keeping herself quiet to listen to her younger sister talk. Elsa had never been forceful with her, had never been rough, loud, callous or anything other than gentle with her, always treated her like glass. Elsa had never ever protested against Anna so she knew. No matter how messed up, how fucked up, how sick her younger sister was, the blonde would always submit to her, let her be, do whatever she wanted despite it being against her will. So now was her chance to do anything and everything she wanted with her without a byte of guilt.

And just as she always had in mind, despite the exterior, the blonde submitted easily to her. Her hands pulled down her hood and ran her fingers through them brushing her scalp. Anna ran her tongue over the blonde’s, and while they remained lip locked she slipped a hand under the robe The clothes vanished in a second and she pulled away again. “Kind reminder that they’re equipments,” she felt Erusa murmur against her lips.

“Shut your sass,” Anna snarled. The collar in her hands disappeared and she now had her hands on the mage’s shoulders. A quick survey of the body and Anna was left biting her lips, “Fuck,” she was just as she had always pictured. Perfect. She turned the blonde around to face the wall and held her hands up. “Stay there,” she whispered into her neck.

She learned the pads of Erusa’s fingers were softer than imagined. Elsa’s fingers. Soft, slim, slender and long.

She felt her core clench at the thought of them entering her. Grinding her thighs together, she felt thick liquid between them causing her legs to slide. With a grunt, she nudged a knee between the mage’s legs, earning a gasp from the blonde. The blonde bent her knees, resting her wet center against her knees, gyrating her hips soaking the assassin’s thigh with her juices.

Anna grinned against Erusa’s shoulders, inhaling the mixtures of dirt, mud, and perspiration with a hint of wintergreen. She used her tongue to lap the beads of droplets rolled down the leader’s back. Her skin was warm yet the droplets were cool. And Anna couldn’t help but want more, her sister tasted so damn good. And the shivers she felt under her only served to drive her further.

“Al, Alv…” the mage whispered weakly between her haggard breaths, her hands trembling as they resisted all urge to touch the redhead. Anna thought nothing of it but as indication of wanting more. If her leader was going to boss her around in sex, she wasn’t going to have it.

Her hands traced the blonde’s slim body up, toned from all the training they had, but never actually touching them. She could feel the goosebump trails she left behind until she reached those soft peaks. She pulled onto the hardened nippled and the blonde almost scream.

“Shut up. Don’t call me that.” She growled before sinking her teeth into the creamy skin. She couldn’t bear to hear someone who was so like her sister call her something else other than Anna. But she couldn’t reveal her real name. ‘Alv’ disgusted her to no end. She would’ve used another name that sounded like her own if she had known this was coming.

“Good girl.” She could feel the blonde holding back a scream this time by tilting her neck back and biting her lips. She could feel the heat in her rising, the growing wetness between them seeping into her armour. Her teeth scraped against her skin, occasionally digging into the skin, suckling onto the warmth, tasting the tangy metal within her flesh. She marveled as red marks on the blonde’s back above her as she made her way down. Anna’s hands wrapped around the blonde’s globes, squeezing them tightly. They were soft like marshmallows and she wanted so badly to bite them, suck them, and mark the blonde. But they could wait, something further south was waiting for her. Something she had been wanting so badly for months now.

She raised an arm to cover the blonde’s mouth, sticking two fingers in. “Suck them,” while her other hand roamed down her taut stomach to her drenched core. As the blonde willingly opened her mouth and lapped onto her fingers, other other hand circled her gaping vagina with a finger. “So wet,” she whispered against the blonde’s back, “and yet you’re still resisting. Such a good, good, girl… a dirty little girl.” she slapped her sopping pussy.

Erusa’s eyes widened, almost jumping out of her skin, the heat throbbing in her cunt. “Morgh,” she tried to say with the fingers in her mouth. Her tongue tickled the assassin’s fingers and Anna couldn’t stop grinning to herself.

“What did you say, slut?” Her hand smacked against the wet core again. “More?” And another spank. She dug her fingers deeper into the blonde’s mouth and felt her nod her head and slapped her pussy again, rubbing her hands in between her thighs. “Such a good little slut.”

She spread the blonde’s pussy with the drenched hand and asked, “Can you feel it? My whole hand is wet with your juice,” without expecting a reply. she removed her fingers from Erusa’s mouth and without a warning, thrust her fingers in. “So is my knee.”

“Ah-ahhn!” The assassin’s heart fluttered upon hearing her scream. It was so close to her name she felt she needed to hear more. In and out, in and out,she pumped her fingers into the blonde, earning her sweet moans and soft screams. “Mmn, m-mmmn, mm!” Erusa moaned into the wall, humping her fingers like her life depended on it. One finger became two and with her thumb, she kneaded her clit and felt the mage arch her back. No longer able to rest her head against her spine, Anna thrust her fingers in as deep as she could and the blonde screamed.

“M-mn-ahh!” A gush of liquid washed over her fingers, dribbling down her palm. She grinned as she felt Erusa’s inner muscles clench tightly onto her fingers as if she didn’t want to let them go. Her fingering continued, feeling the increased friction, the tight sensation around her fingers, as she scissored through. She pulled her fingers out until the pads teased the blonde’s hypersensitive entrance before pumping back in knuckle deep.

“I’m far from done with you. I’m going to make you cum so hard you see stars.” Anna smirked. Eventually two fingers were replaced with three and Anna could feel the tightness of the blonde’s pussy stretching. Her thighs trembling against her other hand, too weak to close her legs, she pinched her inner thighs, earning a yelp from the mage.

“Ahhhn, ahnn, nmm, Ah-Ah-Alv, stop!”

And Anna did, which surprised both of them. The blonde continued to ride on her fingers, thrusting her hips back against her palm slowly. Her moans slipping through her lips, not entirely expecting the assassin to halt in her movements. Said assassin paused quite literally. How could she not? If her sister asked her to kneel down and beg, she would without a single word of retort. If Elsa asked her to fuck her senseless, she’d do it without hesitation. If the blonde had asked her to stop, just like a puppy waiting to be loved and rewarded, she definitely would.

Erusa, with her shaking hands, pulled the redhead’s fingers out of her and Anna pouted. Cold still air greeted her and the assassin instantly missing the warm, tight and wet sensation her pussy gave her. She turned around, her legs quivering, still weak from the orgasm, and leaned against the wall. Juice almost flowed freely down her leg, drying up Anna’s throat. Fuck, she needed to taste her.

The blonde tilted the the redhead’s chin up and gave her a peck on the cheek, “We’re not stopping, I just-hh- I just want to see your face.” She somehow managed to say between her pants. She guided the stunned assassin’s hand to her butt, slapping it onto her behind and moaned, shivering at the warm sensation of Anna’s cum-coated hand. “Come on, Alv.” She said, nipping the redhead’s lips.

Her eyes seemed to shake Anna out of whatever reverie she was in. Anna nuzzled the blonde’s nose and rested in the crook of her neck, “Don’t tell me what to do.” She whispered before biting into the neck. The blonde gasped and quickly muttered a ‘sorry’.

With her left hand, she pulled the blonde’s legs to wrap around her waist and they both collapsed onto the bed under the weight. The redhead grumbled against her, something about not having trained in strength. But it didn’t stop the assassin from pushing the blonde down to lie against the pillow. She then pulled the other leg above her head and it seemed Erusa knew where things were going. Fingers combed through the redhead’s hair and gripped tightly when she felt Anna’s warm breath against the throbbing between her thighs. “Mmn,” her hips rose to meet the source, enjoying the sensation spreading from within.

When the blonde felt a warm wet tongue graze her nub unexpectedly, she bucked against the brief touch. Anna withdrew her tongue smirked up at her before returning her attention to her core. “Want more?” She could practically feel heat from the mage’s throbbing vagina inches away from it and couldn’t wait to taste it. But she wouldn’t give it until the blonde explicitly said so, or begged for it. The thought of Elsa begging sent shivers down her spine. Her sister acting like a whore needing to be satisfied, and the idea of her actually being the one to do so thrilled her to no end.

The blonde looked down, her eyes almost like slits, and nodded like a sick little puppy fulfilling her fantasy. Even from a distance away Anna could see her guild master shivering. She nudged her nose against the clit and held her hips down with her hands so the mage couldn’t buck anymore against her face. A whimper could be heard as she sniffed the musky scent of the blonde’s core. “Smells so good,” she said, prodding and teasing the entrance with a finger. “I can’t wait to taste it.” After stroking her wet lips, Anna put a finger in her mouth and sucked onto it, making sure the blonde was watching her lick her finger clean too.

“Ahn, ha, ha, ha… Please, don’t tease me.” Erusa pleaded as she tried to thrust her core into the redhead’s. The build in her rising just at the sight of the redhead tasting her from her fingers. “Your tongue, ha, I n- I need- ahhn, in- use your tongue, Ah!”

An eager tongue entered her without needing to be told a coherent second time. Anna moaned as she felt the blonde’s thighs clench around her head and her inner muscles tighten around her tongue. She lapped onto the blonde’s entrance, feeling her entire body shiver with every stroke and drinking in every cry she let out. “Ah-ahhnn! N-Nn!”

She laughed against the blonde’s core, stroking her taut stomach, “Such a good little girl. Beg some more. I like it when you beg.”

And beg the blonde did as she was called. “Ahnn, please, n-nhh, let me- let me come with your tongue, mnn!” she whimpered, pleasure shooting through her as she felt the assassin’s breath tickle her nub, her words sending waves of heat flipping the insides of her body. “Mmn, please! I-I’m coming!”

Her back arched like a bow and to throw the blonde over the edge, Anna let go of a leg and shoved two fingers in, curling when her knuckles felt the wetness of her dripping cunt. “Hgnn- Ahlv!”

Upon hearing the nickname, the redhead stopped like a stunned player accidentally stepping into a boss zone prompting the blonde to glance down. Her upper body trembled as she fought to stay up, “A-Alv?” When their eyes met, her trepidations rushed down her spine leaving her weak. Teal eyes that used to glow in the dark - enthusiastic about each and every battle faced brightly as they climbed freely above other players on rooftops and trees - now revealed dark emerald orbs. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of the assassin.

“I specifically told you not to call me Alv.” Without a word of warning, Anna climbed over the blonde writhing under her as she pulled her fingers out and grabbed onto her chin. “Call me your beloved if you have to, don’t call me by my in-game name.” Erusa nodded timidly and swallowed whatever emotion that was rising in her throat.

Anna smirked at the fear her guild master displayed, confidence growing in her. Elsa was afraid of her. Elsa was giving in to her. Just like she always imagined.

The assassin held her by the nape of her neck, pulling the blonde up for a hard kiss. Gnawing and sucking onto the already bruising lips, she could feel - no, hear - the heat throbbing in them, the redness that almost threatened to seep from them if she bit any further. Moans elicited from Erusa’s throat, encouraging the growls from hers. She could feel the blonde’s breath brush against her cheeks, harder and harder. She broke the kiss and nipped her way down Erusa’s neck, licking the growing red patch in between that and her shoulders.

The blonde bit her lips to hold back whatever words that might slip through them. Whatever it was she was going to say, whoever she was going to call out, Anna didn’t care. As she moved down the blonde’s body, she nipped and sucked until she reached Erusa’s nipple. Teasing around the rock hard pebble with her tongue before licking just the very tip of it. The hand from the mage’s neck slipped down to her back, pulling her up as the blonde couldn’t find the life in her to arch her back anymore.

One hand squeezed onto her breasts, flicking the stiff pink flesh with a thumb and with the other she cupped the blonde’s warm gaping cunt. And when the blonde bucked her hips involuntarily to rub her pussy against her palm for more, Anna nipped right under her chest. The grip on her head tightened and Anna bit even harder, leaving another red mark right under the rib. “Ah-ahhnn, Ah-ahn, down, below- nn!”

The assassin, swift as her job required her to be, shoved her fingers in the velvet flesh. Warmth wetness wrapping around her fingers, clenching them tightly. “Such a naughty little girl,” she pulled out and pushed in again, “You love it, don’t you? Being filled so deep. So wide. I wonder what you’re like in real life. Would you let me fuck you like this too? Moaning shamelessly.” With every punctuation, the assassin shoved her two fingers even harder, her pace increasing with every syllable, and the blonde clenched even tighter onto them.

“Ahh, ahh, ahhn, ha- no!”

“No? But look at you, your pussy’s squeezing so tight.” She paused in her placement, slowly scissoring, twisting and turning fingers, and watched as the blonde writhe in her arms, begging for more. She loved it. She loved the deal she just made. Totally fair game, unlike the world they were in.

She kept a mental note to discuss their relationship further with her guild master later. As much as she wanted to be pleasured as well, the blonde would probably be too tired to return the favour. “You want it, you want more, admit it.”

A heated flush washed over Erusa’s face at her words, more sticky fluid flowing out of her cunt as they twitched against Anna’s fingers. She clenched her eyes shut and pursed her lips as she nodded. It was all she could do to not speak and have the assassin to continue. The fingering resumed, and so did Anna’s words until she reached her climax.

“Anna!”

Shit. The assassin stopped and the room was silent save for the blonde’s panting. She could hear her heart thumping against her ribs, begging to implode, her thoughts ringing in her head so clearly, repeating just one word at a hundred words per second.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

The name struck her like a bolt of lightning. All arousal she felt, all the warm and moist sensation in her core were instantly washed away, leaving her cold and dry. The assassin quickly withdrew to the other side of the bed and stared at the blonde wide-eyed.

“W-who are you?” The answer screamed in her mind but she refused to believe it.

It took a minute for the blonde to collect herself, coming down from her high and another minute to process the question. She brought her knees to her chest, hugging them as tightly as she could. The situation had taken an unexpected turn for the both of them and the silence scared the assassin.

“Who are you?!” Anna asked again louder.

“…Anna?” Was all she got in response. Soft and gentle blue eyes, fatigue washing over them, glanced over to the redhead and Anna immediately recognised them. “Anna? Is that you?” The blonde smiled tiredly.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, it couldn’t be. She had checked. She had thoroughly checked every minute detail about the blonde. She had refuted the possibility. She had evidences - three! It turned out maybe her guild master wasn’t going to be the only person tonight.

The cool water rushed around her form, a soothing whisper and caress. There was no world outside, just Elsa and the gentle undulating blue waves that surged against her skin. Isolated and peaceful.

So her heart almost burst out of her chest when she surfaced and found she wasn’t alone.

"Nani!" She sputtered, legs churning as she tread water, fighting to keep her head up and spit out some of the chlorinated liquid she had unfortunately swallowed.

The lifeguard grinned unapologetically at the blonde, flicking a tan toe into the pool. “Hey, are you gonna be long? Because if so, I might have a favor to ask.”

Elsa blinked some water out of her eyes before slipping back under, a few short, powerful strokes taking her to the lip of the pool. She came back up, one hand grasping at the edge, the other raising to slick her bangs from her face. Clearing her throat with a hum, she turned expectant eyes to the other woman.

Nani flashed another smile at her, though now a little sheepish. “So I just got a call from the sitter…”

Elsa could immediately see where this was going, having met Nani’s precocious kid sister once. Not to mention all the stories she’s heard. She stole a glance at the clock, frowning when she noted the time. Nine o’clock…really wanted at least a half hour more…

Dark eyes followed her gaze. Nani grimaced. “Yeah, you kinda just got here, so I figured. So about that favor…”

"I can close up, if you don’t mind," Elsa offered, smiling slightly. After all, this wasn’t the first time this particular issue had cropped up. Lilo was very precocious.

A relieved expression broke out on Nani’s face. “You’re a life-saver. If only all our clients were as sweet and dependable as you.” She gave her leg one last swish through the water before rising, a thankful smile still on her lips. “I’ve got everything already locked up from the outside, so all you have to do is make sure the doors are shut.”

The blonde nodded. “Okay. Good luck.”

Nani pulled a face and laughed as she turned to leave. “Yeah, I’ll need it, huh?”

~~~

"Hey Anna!"

The redhead turned at the cheerful voice, wiping the sweat from her face before settling the towel around her neck. “Hey Herc. I know, it’s closing time. Just let me take a quick rinse and I’ll be gone.” She got a thumbs up in response, even that simple action somehow managing to flex all the muscles in the brawny trainer’s arm.

"You know what? You can take your time, it looks like you could use a long steam." Hercules jut his ridiculously chiseled chin in her direction. "Your shoulders look super tense. In fact, why don’t I just let you lock the doors? Everything is already shut down, you don’t need me hovering around rushing you, and Nani already cleared outta here."

Anna raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Uh huh. Missing a hot date?”

She rolled her eyes as the other redhead began to stutter, nervously rubbing at the back of his head and rocking his muscular body back and forth. It was a pretty comical sight.

"All right, all right. Go sweep your damsel off her feet. I’ll turn the lights off around here for you."

Large hands clapped down on her shoulders, squeezing hard and tilting her to and fro. “Aw, you’re the best, Anna!” With one last squeeze Anna was released, Hercules practically bouncing away with good cheer.

God, how am I always surrounded by a bunch of over-eager puppies, she mused. Hercules was a man very much in love, and was acting the appropriate fool. It was pathetic, and needy, and not at all cute. And didn’t remind her of anyone else she knew at all.

Anna groaned and buried her face in the ends of her towel. Stop thinking about her! And this towel stinks. She wrinkled her nose, dropping the cloth back down.

Hercules was right about one thing though. She sure could use a long soak. Kneading at the stiff muscles in the back of her neck with one hand, Anna wearily made her way through gym.

Yep, a nice long shower was just what she needed, but…she blinked as she approached the changing rooms. The muted drumroll of water pattering against tile leaked out from behind the closed doors and Anna frowned, puzzled. Who could that be? Was Nani still here? She gave a tentative push on the door, light flooding out and highlighting the few wisps of steam that curled past her. The sound expanded as she walked forward, echoing around the open chamber, the air heavy and humid, clinging to her exposed skin.

Absentmindedly she toed off her shoes and socks before entering the shower area, eyes honing in towards the back.

The last corner stall was occupied, gray shadows shifting where they emerged from under the closed door, fluttering over the wet tiles. And perking her ears, Anna could make out the faint humming tone rising just above the splashing water.

"Nani?" She queried, taking a step forward. The humming abruptly stopped, the shadows stilling as well. Anna could feel the fine hairs at the nape of neck stand on end, an eerie sense of foreboding beginning to curl in her gut.

The shadows deepened, solidifying into long black limbs, a sure sign that whoever was in that stall had come closer to the door, directly under the path of the overhead light.  And then a voice, so whisper soft she had to strain to hear set her heart racing in surprise and disbelief.

"Is there someone there?"

What mischievous god frolicked about in the heavens, taking such joy in tormenting Anna so? That voice…it was Elsa.

"Nani? Did you forget something?" The door clicked, and Anna stuffed down the terror that gnawed at her and screamed for her to just turn around and flee.

She had made a choice. She would not run.

The door opened a fraction, and almost immediately Anna could smell the sweet clean aroma of rain-scented soap. A curious blue eye peeked out, widening in recognition when they fell upon her. There was a startled squeak from the blonde and then abruptly the eye disappeared as she backpedaled. Unfortunately, the motion caught the door and it swung open fully, leaving Elsa no other barrier but her towel, wrapped loosely around her chest.

Anna didn’t think she knew how disarming she looked, her eyes wide with that deer-in-the-headlights look, hands clenched to the top of her makeshift robe, hair slicked back and skin glistening with droplets of water. As she watched, those beads of condensation slipped down the slim column of a pale throat, trailing down across delicate clavicles to soak into the top of the towel.

God, it was all so sexy.

Elsa gulped, sure she was imagining things. What would Anna be doing here? Her heart felt like it was trying it’s best imitation of a hummingbird, and it only increased as she dragged her gaze over the redhead.

Anna was clearly dressed for a workout, clad in a vivid green sports bra and tight, clinging shorts. Cleanly defined muscles shifted in toned thighs and calves, and a towel briefly cut off her view as it fluttered to the floor. Elsa snapped her eyes up and froze at the inscrutable expression on the other woman’s face, legs weakening when she realized she was coming closer.

And then Elsa wasn’t alone in her little shower cubicle anymore, Anna silently crowding her back against the wall. Immediately spandex began to darken as the water continued to stream down on them, but Anna ignored it all, instead reaching a hand to tug at the knot holding Elsa’s towel and modesty in place.

It whispered to the floor, and Elsa trembled against the tile at the hungry gaze that swept up her form. Heat completely unrelated to the water seeped over her skin, and when Anna stepped even closer she caught the scent of sweat and musk on freckled skin and her knees almost buckled at the intense burst of arousal that eclipsed her senses.

Luckily Anna was there to steady her, insinuating her body flush against hers, hands gripping hard to her waist. Knees nudged her legs apart, and Elsa let out the simpering moan that had been building at the back of throat when a firm thigh pressed hard against her center.

"Un! Ah…An—" She sucked in her breath, cutting herself off abruptly. A harsh teal gaze rose to glare at her, and she stared back with wide eyes, shaking her head minutely as if to deny she was going to say what they both knew she was about to say.

Anna slid closer, the warning in her eyes enough to keep Elsa still. She was so close, the press of fabric rough against her sensitized skin. Fingers dragged down the back of her thigh, spreading her wider, and Elsa felt her breath hiccup in her throat as the other woman leaned in to skim the line of her jaw with nipping kisses.

Every questioning thought dropped from her mind, immediately caught up in the heated energy that swirled around them. Her hands itched with the desire to touch, to feel as much skin as possible, arms raising to wrap around the redhead.

Deftly Anna caught one slim wrist, pinning it against the wall.

Elsa whimpered in protest, and got a chastising bite on her collarbone in return. “A…” She husked out, arching her back and pressing their breasts flush. She could feel the redhead’s groan rumble through her chest, the fingers digging into her thigh releasing to drag across her hip and palm low against her abdomen, massaging the tense muscle and ripping another moan from her throat.

Anna…

Her free hand darted down, wrapping around that playful hand and urging it south. A dark chuckle vibrated against her skin but Anna relented, dropping her hand to her center. Fingers teased across her opening, swirling through the heavy slickness, and Elsa shut her eyes against the light spray of the water, hips straining for more contact.

She let out a sob as Anna slid in deep, twisting and probing for that sensitive spot that sent lightning bolts of pleasure flashing through her. Teeth scored over her shoulder, latching onto the soft skin at the base of her neck.

"A…" She panted, hips jerking as Anna pressed in closer. The grip on her wrist tightened, a steadying anchor weight as her senses spun out with every thrust.

The cold tile at her back, the searing heat of lips and tongue and fingers at her front, the thick steam sucking the air from her lungs - it was dizzying and euphoric, and then Anna curled inside her roughly, grinding her palm hard onto her clit, and she broke apart with a cry. Anna pulled back to watch, the burn between her own thighs blazing as Elsa clenched around her digits, hot and wet and clinging.

The blonde was almost ethereal, pale skin aglow with the flush of pleasure, shining as water sluiced around the contours of her form. Eyes shut tight, head thrown back baring the slim, elegant length of her throat - Anna’s gaze lingered on the bright red hickeys that dotted her otherwise flawless figure, once again pleased to see her mark bloom possessively on the other woman.

She slipped her fingers from Elsa as the shudders died down, releasing the captive wrist to hold supportively at the blonde’s waist. She was distractingly contemplating the irony of this streak of providence when a slight tug caught her attention, and she dropped her gaze to watch her client pluck at the waistband of her shorts, the most adorably intense look of concentration wrinkling her brow.

A russet eyebrow rose, and Anna smothered the urge to turn and retreat, instead choosing to step back, quickly stripping out of her sodden top. She could see Elsa inhale sharply as she tossed the garment carelessly aside, and then suddenly the tables were turned and Anna found herself with her back to the tile, an eager mouth pressing into her neck as hands hastily yanked down her shorts.

Anna hissed as long fingers thrust into her pussy, immediately setting a fast pace. Pleasure scorched like a wildfire across her skin, arousal rocketing as Elsa aggressively pressed into her.

God…

Her hands scrambled briefly against the slick tile before draping over pale shoulders. She hitched one leg over Elsa’s hip, a low, gratifying moan escaping as the blonde looped an arm under her thigh, spreading her wider for plundering fingers.

Yes! Her hips rolled as she desperately sucked in air, fighting to keep up with the fervent movements. Teeth nibbled at a cluster of freckles at the edge of her collarbone, and Anna snaked a hand up to clutch in drenched platinum tresses.

Fingers pressed up, a jaw pressed down, and Anna moaned and yanked hard, lifting Elsa’s lips from her skin.

"No biting," she growled.

Blue eyes glared petulantly back, and Anna narrowed her eyes in return, fist tightening warningly in the other woman’s hair.

Elsa nodded silently and dropped her head, blindly seeking out a stiff nipple as water cascaded over her. Wrapping her lips around the tightly furled bud earned her a rumbling groan, and with an answering moan of her own she doubled her efforts, twisting and scissoring her fingers in tight heat.

She held back the desire to bite down too hard, Anna’s warnings ringing in her ear, but desperately pressed her mouth to freckled skin, knowing it was the only way to muffle the adoring chant of the redhead’s name on her lips.

Anna…Anna…Anna…

She flicked her thumb out, swiping roughly across the swollen bundle of nerves above Anna’s sex, and almost came again as Anna arched beneath her, sweet voice keening as she spasmed around her fingers, orgasm sweeping through her entire body.

She was so beautiful, and it left an aching hole in Elsa’s chest whenever she remembered that every moment of bliss with this woman only preceded her absence from Elsa’s life until the next appointment.

So this chance meeting, this unbelievable stroke of luck - Elsa shivered and buried her face into the redhead’s neck, loathe to break their connection.

Both a boon and curse.

~~~

They cast surreptitious glances at each other as they dressed, eyes lingering as smooth skin was covered up.

It was a bit awkward, Anna thought as she watched Elsa fumble her way into a pair of dark grey sweats (how utterly, enchantingly normal of her). After all, how does one go about apologizing for accosting one’s client in the shower?

Outside of an appointment?

In a gym?

Anna almost groaned aloud. After she had recovered from her admittedly mind-blowing climax, the heady rush had faded to a nervous silence as the pair parted and rinsed off in the cooling water.

She was a bit surprised there was any hot water left at all, frankly.

And since both of their towels had been sacrificed to the wet floor, they had to make their way back to the locker room naked and still dripping wet to rustle up some dry ones.

No matter how many times they had seen each other nude, there were just some things that were downright embarrassing.

Bulldoze through, she reminded herself, slipping gratefully into her hoodie. Elsa was a blushing mess beside her, so she was going to have make the first overture.

"So, you go to this gym too?"

Elsa nearly jumped at Anna’s voice, tearing her attention from where she had been studiously packing away her duffel. Anna stood uneasily next to an open locker, hands stuffed into the kangaroo pocket of her sweatshirt.

She looked so young, and not for the first time Elsa wondered exactly how old Anna actually was.

"I just come here to swim," she responded softly. "Usually I just go for a run."

Anna hummed, nodding her head slightly. Elsa watched pensively. The redhead was being unusually…open, considering the circumstances, and Elsa was torn between taking advantage or giving up while she was ahead, unsure if pushing for more would garner a complete shut down from the petite redhead.

In the end, curiosity won out.

"Do you, um…workout here?"

Teal eyes glinted sharply at her. “Sometimes.”

Elsa felt her shoulders droop. Shut out it was, then. She tugged nervously at the tips of her fingers. “Oh, okay then.”

Anna grimaced at the despondent whisper. Seriously, surrounded by puppies. She sighed, and slammed her locker shut with a clang, barely resisting rolling her eyes as the blonde gave a little bunny hop at the loud noise.

"Did Hercules bat his big stupid eyes at you and beg you to lock up too?"

Elsa’s stupid big blue eyes bat up at her in confusion, and Anna was overcome with the sudden desire to tear her hair out in frustration at how not cute that was.

The blonde shifted anxiously beneath her stare. “Actually, Nani asked me close up the pool area. She had to leave early.”

Anna’s eyes rolled. Of freaking course. If she didn’t know any better, she would think this was all a set-up by a bunch of gym knuckleheads. She let out another sigh. “Well then, we should go.”

Elsa hurriedly scooped up her bag as the redhead turned on her heel, marching swiftly through the exit. She almost ran right into the other woman’s back as she stopped just a few feet from the from doors, eyes rounding in surprise as Anna abruptly pivoted to face her.

That stoic mask was back in place, and Elsa reflexively stepped back as the escort stepped forward, a small squeak escaping her lips as Anna loomed towards her.

What…?

Her pulse pounded as Anna reached out her arm…

Why…?

…And angled past her, tugging on the door handles to make sure the locks had clicked into place.

Oh.

Elsa wanted to bury her head in her hands in utter mortification, especially when she caught a glimpse of a smug smirk on Anna’s lips.

She blushed as they walked all the way to the garage, and long after she had waved a timid goodbye as the redhead drove off in a bright blue mini cooper.