#trishfics

Elsa smiled when he said that, wrapping her arms around his neck, curling her fingers into his hair. “Alarik…” she whispered as they kissed lazily, slow and gentle. “I think...I think I’m ready…”

Alarik pulled away slightly, his green eyes wide. “Really?” he asked.

Elsa nodded, breathless, and pulled him in for another kiss on the lips, before kissing each of his quickly reddening cheeks. “I’ve wanted this for a while now...I just...didn’t know how to ask...didn’t know what to say…”

He placed a hand on her cheek, cupping it gently, and she leaned into his touch. “You’re certain?”

She nodded once more, kissing him deeply, groaning as she felt warmth beginning to pool in her middle. “Make love to me...please, please love me…”

“For you...anything,” Alarik said, and he guided her to lie down on the bed, her chest heaving as he braced his hands on either side of her head. 

Elsa shook her head, her hands going to the buttons of his shirt. “Off,” she told him, and she began to unbutton his nightshirt with deft fingers. When it was off, along with his pants, Elsa began to pull off her own nightgown, when Alarik laid his hands on top of hers, stopping her.

“Let me,” he said, as he slowly, almost reverently, began to undress her.  

Finally, for the first time in the entirety of their marriage, they were both bare in front of each other. Elsa’s breath caught at the sight of him, him staring at her as if one were looking at a priceless work of art. 

Looking at her. 

She wanted to feel beautiful, she wanted to be his.

Elsa wrapped her arms around his neck once more, wanting, needing him closer, and he pressed gentle kisses against her shoulder, her neck, before reaching a place behind her ear that made her arch against him, gasping.

“Oh, there?” he asked, and began to suckle gently at the spot, and Elsa began to moan, the warmth in her middle becoming almost unbearable.

Finally, Elsa gasped, “Alarik! I...I need you!” and her fingers tightened against his curls.

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered into her ear, before slowly running his hands down her thighs, then up again, stopping to rest at her hips, thumbs circling her hipbones, making her shudder and whine. He angled himself just so, and pressed himself against her opening, hesitating.

“Alarik, Alarik, please,” Elsa whimpered.

She saw him take a deep breath, before thrusting gently. Elsa groaned at the feeling, strange and new as it was, although not unpleasant. She had expected a searing pain that never came, just some discomfort that soon began to fade as Alarik began to gently move inside her.

“Does this feel okay?” Alarik asked, eyes concerned.

Elsa’s own eyes fluttered shut, trying to will her magic to recede, trying not to lose control, one of her main hesitations when it came to lovemaking, how her magic would react. Finally, as her body began to accept him, she sighed, smiling at him as she nodded.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, allowing her body time to get used to the feeling of him. Elsa arched against him, an unspoken plea for more, so much more.

“A-alarik...h-harder...please…” she whimpered.

“Of course…” Alarik grunted, moving out and then thrusting harder back in. His lips moved to her neck, kissing it, and then suckling gently.

“Oh, Alarik!” Elsa said, clutching him closer to her, his body slick against hers. There was a heat within her such as she had never dreamed she would ever feel, she felt practically feverish with it. She was gasping now, unable to speak, and she would have worried about the noises she was making, if his mouth didn’t meet hers for each one. His tongue entered her mouth, and she wanted it, oh god she wanted it.

His hand reached down, finding her bundle of nerves, and he rubbed his thumb against it, and Elsa practically screamed as she arched off the bed, high and taut against him. “A-alarik! I’m...I’m close!” Elsa moaned, feeling her release coming, tightening within her like a coil.

“It’s okay,” Alarik whispered, thrusting deep. “Let it happen,” he said, kissing the spot behind her ear once more.

At that, Elsa gave in to it, arching up, some semblance of his name spilling out of her lips in an ecstatic cry. She contracted around him, and cried out, shuddering with pleasure, with euphoria. Alarik groaned her name against her neck as he followed soon after, releasing deep inside her. Elsa trembled, her body against his, the force of his climax prolonging her own.

Finally, Elsa felt herself relax, sinking back down on the mattress. Alarik rolled them to their sides, before gently slipping out of her, and she sucked in a breath at the sudden feeling of loss, the feeling of disjunction. She smiled at him, breathless and satiated as she cuddled close to him, letting him wrap his arms around her.