Chapter 24: A perfect ending for a perfect day.

It's been a week, and let me tell you, this was without a doubt the best week of my life! We spent our time sightseeing and relaxing. Sometimes the excursions involved all of us, including Kai and Gerda. Other times it was just me, my parents and my wonderful girlfriend, who by the way is a lot better now. I mean, yeah, the first few days she was still a little tense, mostly because her father told her that he'd take revenge (such a sore loser). But thanks to my wonderful idea, she's got him out of her life for good.

Which idea, you say? My idea was for her to sell her part of the company to her father's most important competitor; this, coupled with his image being ridiculed by the press due to the abuse he inflicted into his own daughter (that bastard) forced the board to remove his title as CEO. So now he has no job, influence or power, and the best part is Elsa now has a far vaster fortune then he does (Can you imagine? I'm dating a millionaire!... Which kind of freaks me out a little, but hey, it's the same Elsa. Just… with money). It took a while to convince her (I swear sometimes she's too good for her own good), but at the end she agreed with me and, since her father hasn't done anything except staying at his house and hiding from the press, I think my plan was a total success.

But anyways, enough of that. Today Elsa is going to take me on a personal date that should last the whole day. Though I have no idea how she convinced my father to allow her to do that, since he's overprotective of me and he's the jealous kind of father, so… But she did! And I couldn't be happier, even if she's not telling me where are we going, just to bring my jacket along (which, honestly, I'd do anyways, because it's too cold here to be summer) and be prepared to have some fun. I just hope she's not taking me to another museum (seriously, I swear she and my parents are only doing that to torture me now).

"Are you ready, Anna?" She asks, as she peeks into my room.

"Just… one second." I say, wincing as a strand of my wild-looking hair gets caught in the brush. I hear her giggle and I pout. "Ugh… you know how difficult my hair is in the mornings."

"That's true." She smiles, approaching me. "May I?" She gestures to my brush.

"Huh? You wanna brush my hair?" I ask, surprised, but still hand the brush to her.

"Of course! I love your hair!" She answers happily as she starts delicately running the torture device… uh, I mean, the brush, through my mane.

"You say that now. Wait until you're finished with it." I smirk.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." She protests. "You just need a bit of conditioner."

"I hate that thing." I mumble grumpily, making her laugh, which honestly was my intention.

Then we fall in a comfortable silence, only interrupted by my occasional grunts whenever Elsa pulls too hard on a knot. However, I must admit that her hands in my hair feel really good. She's gentle and careful, and I love the way she smiles as she runs her fingers through my fiery locks of hair. All this has an intimate feeling about it. Not in a sexual way, more like... romantic, and maybe that's what makes me offer Elsa to also comb her hair once she's braided mine.

"But Anna, I've already combed my hair." She protests, pointing to her regal-looking bun, but I'm not having any of it.

"Yeah, like you were going to some office meeting, or other serious shit like that." I answer. "I mean, I like your bun, you know? But it makes me feel like you're going to take me to see the kings of Norway or something."

"Okay… what do you suggest?" She asks raising a sexy eyebrow.

"Braid!" I answer without missing a beat.

"But…"

"Aw, come on, it's been ages since I last saw you wearing your usual braid!" I insist, before she can blatantly refuse.

"Fine." She sighs, handing the hairbrush over to me. "Just… promise me you won't take long; the driver is already waiting for us."

"Wait… driver?" I ask dumbly as I get up and let Elsa sit down in front of the mirror instead.

"Yeah." She tries to shrug casually, like she's had a driver all her life. But I can see the barely contained little grin on her face, and I know she only hired a driver because she's trying to impress me.

"I already am in love with you, you know?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I start freeing her hair. "You don't need to woo me." I tease her.

"I know." She chuckles. "I'm just not confident enough to drive a limo on my own."

"You rented a fucking limo?!" I almost shriek, to which Elsa only smiles in the sexiest way possible. "H-how… Whe-… Why?!"

"Because I wanted to woo you, despite the fact that I know you're already in love with me." She shrugs.

"Does that means you want to get into my pants?" I joke, to which my adorably innocent girlfriend's face turns scarlet red as she starts stammering and trying to excuse her actions. It only serves to make me laugh like crazy. "Relax, I was just kidding."

Though I do want to get into your pants… wait, what?!

I blush and redirect my gaze towards her luscious hair, through which I'm running my fingers now, enjoying its softness and marveling at its light color. Then, I start brushing it, quickly realizing there's no need for that; it's already perfect (damn! I wish I had that hair) before starting to braid it. Because Elsa has like twice as much hair as I do, it doesn't seem to be able to sit in one single braid despite my best efforts. Still, I somehow manage to braid it without hurting Elsa or making a mess out of her hair. But… her bangs are to large now to be left like that; they cover her beautiful eyes! And that's a serious offense against me.

"I need a haircut." Elsa says, running her fingers through her bangs in an attempt to brush them back and out of her vision field.

"Maybe…" I answer as I search for something to comb back the offensive locks is hair, finally spotting a can of spray gel and taking it. "Close your eyes." I warn her before pulling back her bangs and using the spray to fix them in that position… and the result takes my breath away. I mean, of course Elsa looks beautiful with any hairstyle, but like this? She's sexy as hell! She looks like a model or something, which is kinda unfair because she's not even trying.

"Wow." I breathe in awe.

"You like it?" She asks, running her fingers trough her hair.

"I love it!" I beam. "What about you?" I ask, because it's her hair after all, and she should be able to wear it however she likes it.

"I think I do too." She smiles and keeps staring at her reflection for a few more seconds before realizing that it's getting late and quickly getting up, taking my hand and start pulling me out of here. "Come on, we're going late."

The limo is great, I must admit, very comfortable and spacious, with leather seats… but maybe it's a little too much for a simple date. Unless of course she's going to ask me to marry her, which is highly unlikely... I think. Anyways, on the way to wherever we're going, we talk a little, kiss a lot and even make out on the back seat, Elsa on top of me this time, and I must admit… I'm liking this position very much. The way her breasts squeeze between our bodies is just… Damn! I don't want this to stop ever. Unfortunately the drive lasts a mere twenty minutes, which is hardly enough to satisfy me, but Elsa's clearly excited about whatever we're doing, and so I don't complain and follow her out of the luxurious car.

I never even noticed that we'd arrived to the great lagoon that opens to the sea (fjord, Elsa corrects me), but here it is, and it's simply magnificent! In the light of day it looks blue, but like a very beautiful kind of blue (not as beautiful as Elsa's eyes, but still) with a lot of different shades, and the many white boats docked there just make it look like it's taken out of a postal. I smile at the sight, enjoying the cool and salty breeze caressing my face and filling me with happiness.

"You like it?" Elsa asks with a smile.

"Of course!" I exclaim.

"I'm glad, because I thought you'd like an opportunity to see it up close." She says as she takes my hand and starts dragging me towards the docks.

"Wait… we're going to get into a boat?" I ask, a little nervous, because I'm pretty unbalanced on earth, and so I don't think in a moving boat I'd be much better.

"Not exactly." She smirks sexily as she stops in front of a row of…

"Kayaks?" I exclaim. I've always wanted to try a kayak someday, but of course where I live there are not many opportunities.

"Well… If you want. I could always rent a boat instead…" She starts fidgeting nervously, but I quickly take her hand and smile at her reassuringly.

"I love kayaks." At this, she smiles widely and I add playfully. "I've never been in one though. I'll probably end up drowning."

"Well then, we'll drown together." She replies before going to speak with the guy organizing the kayak trips and paying him for one hour. Then she gestures me to go put on a lifejacket before the guy instructs us how to get into those things, hold the paddles and how to row properly. Once he's sure we won't fall into the water anytime soon, he lets us go and we part (each on in our own kayak) towards the blue waters.

At first it's quite difficult, and the paddles feel way too heavy in my arms, not to mention the position is kind of awkward, but at least we're moving… somewhere. Not exactly to the front. I think we're going in circles. Yes, we. Elsa seems to be having even more problems than I, and her jacket is already wet because of the splashing the rowing does when she tries to correct herself. She looks cute so concentrated and exhausted though.

"What?" She asks when she sees me giggling.

"Nothing." I shrug. "You just look so cute when you're trying to row."

"You too." She teases, but since she was concentrating on rowing, she doesn't even look at me.

"At least I can move in a straight line." I answer, splashing a little bit of water towards her as I start rowing, trying to show off, only to end up completely soaked because of the splashing, and spitting out cold and salty water.

"Riiiight." She rolls her eyes as she approaches me with difficulty. "I doubt you can do that without falling in." At this, I blow a raspberry at her and keep trying… with the exact same result. Still, I don't give up and Elsa follows me, amused grin on her face.

Half an hour later, my arms feel like lead and I cannot move them without wincing, so Elsa decides it's time to return to the dock. Then, she takes me to relax and have some coffee (something my tired body really appreciates) before going to… an ice rink. As if I wasn't sore enough.

I don't protest though, Elsa seems to be very happy about this and I don't want to be a killjoy. Though I still tell her I don't know how to skate, and she tells me that she'll teach me.

We go inside and it's as cold as outside, but that was to be expected. Elsa pays for both of us, despite my protests, we each take a pair of skates and step into the rink.

The first thing I think is "Holy shit! I'm going to slip!" But fortunately, I manage to hold onto the railing and somewhat remain upright, even though I still feel like a newborn Bambi learning to walk.

"Are you okay?" Elsa asks with an amused expression, standing on her skates like she was born with them. And now that I think about it, she probably was, I mean, she is Norwegian after all.

"I-I'm fine." I lie and give her a little smile that I hope doesn't seem too nervous, but apparently it does, as she raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Really." I stubbornly insist, taking one little step to prove my point. "See?" I say proudly before feeling one of my legs slipping to the front and the other one to the back, forcing me to clutch to the railing as if my life depended on it in a very awkward position. "Okay, maybe not so fine." I admit with a little smile as Elsa approaches me and helps me regain my standing position.

"Don't worry, its normal." She assures me. "It took me a while to learn how to skate too."

"Did you take classes?" I ask curious, since it's pretty obvious her father wasn't the one who taught her.

"No… my brother did. He… he taught me." She answers with a sad expression. It's clear that Jack is still a touchy subject for her, probably because she never got to properly mourn his death back then. I just hope she learns to let go in the future.

"Oh." I say, not knowing how to answer. "Well… I hope he taught you well, because you're now dealing with the clumsiest student ever." I say playfully, hoping to distract her from her gloomy memories, and apparently succeeding, because she's now smiling fondly at me.

"Aw, come on. You're not that clumsy." She counters.

"Try me." I answer defiantly.

"Very well." She agrees, taking my hand and starting to instruct me how to skate.

My first few steps are, as I expected, difficult as hell and I almost fell like ten times in less than five minutes. Fortunately, Elsa was there holding me and preventing me from falling into the cold ice. After a while though (and lots of almost-giving-up moments), I was able to let go of the railing and just clutch into Elsa's arm with all my strength as she practically dragged me across the rink.

"Anna, relax. You're going to break my arm." She jokes with a clearly not-angry tone, but I still feel bad for hurting her, and so I relax my grip a little.

"Sorry." I say sheepishly. "I really don't want to fall. What if someone skates over my hand and cuts off my fingers?" At this, she giggles, covering her mouth in an adorable way.

"You know these blades are not sharp enough to do that, right?"

"R-really?" I ask, blushing and feeling like a total fool.

"Don't worry, it's usual for people to think that because they indeed were that sharp before."

"Oh." I nod in understanding, but as I do so, I look up into her eyes and… gosh, they're so beautiful! And we're so close, I want to kiss her! And she's looking at me with that tender little smile that just melts my heart, and…

Since I was lost in Elsa's eyes, I didn't notice there was someone in front of me, and so I ran into them, but instead of just stumbling a little and apologizing like a normal person would, I freaked out thinking I was going to fall and, by doing so, I let go of Elsa's hand, which of course made me freak out even more, and ended up stumbling in the slippery ice, desperately trying to remain in a standing position. But just when I'm about to fall, Elsa manages to hold my hands, however, the momentum I had and that was driving me to the front, beats Elsa's attempt to save me, and we both end up falling.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is that my face is on something soft, warm and blue that's heaving up and down, while the rest of my body, except my knees, are also over something not cold and hard as the ice, so I assume I landed on Elsa. However, as I raise my head, I realize exactly on which part of Elsa my face landed.

"Oh my god! Elsa, I'm sorry." I apologize, blushing madly as I distance myself from her, my eyes unconsciously being drawn towards the spot I was before; Elsa's deliciously full breasts.

"I-It's fine." She says, blushing too and deviating her gaze. "It happens." She brushes it off as she stands and helps me getting up. Once we're both standing though, I notice she has some ice on her back, and so I start cleaning it off with my hands.

"Oh, gosh, I hope your jacket won't get wet."

"Don't worry; it's waterproof." She assures me, and I nod, but still keep cleaning her nonetheless… until I hear and squeak and feel a softer-than-her-back region, noticing my hand is a little bit too low to be appropriate and quickly pull it back as if I had been burned.

"Sorry… again." I say, now probably as red as a tomato. "I-it's just… you jacket is too low, and so I didn't notice… not like your… ehem… butt isn't noticeable; it is. I mean, I see it all the time. Well, not all the time, that'd be creepy, but…"

"Anna." Elsa saves me from embarrassing myself further. "It's fine, I think I got the point." She smiles, nervousness clear on her face. I just hope it's a good kind of nervousness and that she doesn't think I'm a perv or something.

"Right." I nod quickly, before clearing my throat awkwardly, ashamed to admit even to myself how much that little moment with Elsa turned me on. "Ugh… I think I'll just go sit down for a while." I point to the benches that are just outside the rink.

"O-of course." She agrees. "I'll just skate around a few times." Then she seems to realize something. "Do you want to me to help you get there?" I think about saying no, because in my head keep appearing less-than-appropriate thoughts about her, but I realize I won't manage to get there in one peace. So I nod and try to keep my gaze on the ice and have innocent thoughts as she guides me across the rink.

I spent half an hour just watching Elsa graciously glide across the ice. She's just so… graceful, she seems like she's dancing. Plus, she's pretty beautiful, and sexy, and her legs are so enticing, and her hips, and… yeah, you get the idea. Yes, I was ogling her, as guilty as that makes me feel. But hey, we're girlfriends, I'm allowed to do that, aren't I?

So, after that, we returned to the rink, and fortunately this time I didn't fall on her. I didn't magically learn to skate either, but… it's a start. Then we went to the cinema and watched a movie in Norwegian of which I didn't understand a word. Granted, at first Elsa tried to translate it for me, but soon desisted when she noticed I was more interested in making out with her and promptly complied. I mean, it's been a while since we've kissed as passionately as this, thanks to my parent's constant watch.

But anyways, then we went to have dinner at some fancy restaurant and ate exotic Norwegian food that, if a little strange for me (I'm more used to pizzas and hot dogs), tasted good enough. Plus, the atmosphere was very romantic, with the soft violin music and whatnot. We talked about many things, including how Elsa was feeling now that she's free of her father, and though I can see she's still a bit sensitive about it, she was able to answer my questions without crying, which is a huge improvement. I'm happy for her.

Now, however, we're exiting the restaurant… and the limo is not there, which is strange since Elsa told me she'd rented it for the whole day.

"Uh, where's the…?"

"The limo?" Elsa says before I can and I nod. "As nice as it is, it won't be able to take us to our next destination."

"Our next destination? I thought we were goingback to the hotel now." I say surprised because it's already sunset. "You know my father will kill us if we don't return on time."

"He would." She agrees. "If I hadn't asked for permission." Elsa adds with a playful smile.

"How long do we have?" I ask curious as to how much father was really willing to relent.

"Don't worry about it now." She shrugs. "Come." She guides me to a very nice looking blue jeep… without driver.

"Uh… you'll drive?" I ask, uncertainty clear on my voice.

"Yeah, I've been practicing for months now, so don't worry; it'll be fine." She assures me, and she looks so happy I can't bring myself to keep protesting. "Plus, I wanted us to be truly alone for this."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." She answers, much to my frustration. "Which reminds me…" She opens the jeep and pulls out a nice-looking green handkerchief and hands it to me. "I need you to cover your eyes."

"You're not kidnapping me, are you?" I ask playfully.

"Let's face it, even if I was, you wouldn't be opposed." She retorts.

"Fair enough." I admit as I unsuccessfully try to tie the handkerchief around my eyes before Elsa comes to my help. Once that's taken care of, she helps me into the car and gets inside herself, starting it and driving off to god knows where.

After having driven for what feels like an eternity with my eyes blindfolded, first through what apparently was a highway, and then down a graveled road, Elsa finally parks the jeep. She gets out of the car and comes help me out. I must admit, I am very intrigued about where she took me, but she won't let me get off the blindfold, at least not yet.

And so she guides me through a rocky path (so rocky in fact that I almost fall a few times) that smells like pines, which makes me believe we are in some kind of forest. I can't be sure though; it's too dark now that the sun has settled. Before, I could at least see the light thought the cloth.

"We're here." Elsa says as we come to a stop.

"Great! Can I remove the blindfold now?" I ask, almost too eagerly.

"Yes, you can." She chuckles amused as I take it off… and what I see literally takes my breath away.

We're in front of a magnificent lake, so calm and pure that you can clearly see the stars reflected on it's surface, and it's surrounded by mountains with thousands of tall pines, but what's really, really impressive is what's in the sky. The freaking northern lights! A curtain of dancing colors that covers the majority of the view and reflects into the lake, painting it all around us of greens and yellows and reds. I never thought I'd ever see a spectacle like this in person, and let me tell you, it's way better than on TV or YouTube. Heck, it's even better than in a 3D movie theater!

"You like it?" Elsa asks, making me turn to see her lovely smiling face.

"Are you kidding me?! I love it!" I exclaim as I practically jump over her and kiss her like there's no tomorrow, making her giggle. "How did you know about the northern lights?" I ask, separating only enough to let her talk.

"I didn't." She answers, and I give her a dubious look. "Really, I picked this place only because it's great even without the northern lights. It was just good luck." She shrugs, and I would have doubted her words if not for how she looks as impressed and surprised by the natural phenomenon as I do.

"Then we must be the luckiest couple ever." I say as I return to watch the lights, not letting go off my girlfriend's waist just as she doesn't let go of my shoulders.

We stay like that for a while, not saying anything and just marveling at the sight before us, but as we do so, I start reflecting about what's happened the last few months, how I went from being Elsa's worst bully to her girlfriend and support, and wonder why I didn't start with this? Why did I stay with Hans' gang even after the first day of classes when they showed me they weren't good people at all. But then I realize, some things are necessary to experience before you can move on with the good stuff. Even if I still wished I hadn't hurt Elsa like I did.

But... I needed to be with those nasty people in order to realize high school is not like in the movies, and the popular people are not always the good ones. I had to become Hans' friend with benefits and experience all those bad things he did to me so I could realize the handsome guy is not always the one for you. I had to see Elsa at her lowest so I could see how awful of a person I'd become and really try to change. But most importantly, I had to fall in love with Elsa without knowing it so I could realize… The One, that person you wish to find that will love you forever and you will love back, isn't always who you first think it is; they may not even be the gender you think they are, but if you follow your heart, it will eventually lead you to them. And all will be alright, perfect, as it should be.

A/N: Okay, this is the official end of this chapter, the rest is pure smut, so if you want to read it, go ahead, if not… well, you're not missing much. Whatever you decide, thank you so much for reading this story, I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it, and if you haven't checked Elsa's POV yet, maybe you could now? Please?

Anyways, sorry for the delay, and see you soon. There's still an epilogue left :D

Also, if you want to see a drawing I made of this chapter, please check my Deviant art, Tania Hylian :)

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13 :)

"Anna." Elsa's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and when I look up at the sky again, I notice the northern lights are gone.

"Hmh?" I ask, turning to look at my girlfriend, who suddenly looks very nervous.

"There's… something more."

"Another surprise?" I exclaim, not expecting this.

"Uh… kind of, but this one... you don't have to go through it right now if you don't want to." She quickly assures me, avoiding eye contact and rubbing her neck nervously.

"What is it, Elsa?" I ask, curious to know what's making her so anxious.

"Uhm… come." She says, instead of answering right away, and starts dragging me towards a nearby little cabin that I hadn't noticed until now. Once we're there, she pulls out some keys and opens the door before going to the chimney and trying to up start a fire. Meanwhile, I look around, noticing there are two doors, leading to a small kitchen and a bathroom respectively, while we are in the only room equipped solely with a king-sized bed and a bedside table.

"Elsa… what is this place?" I ask.

"A cabin." She answers, like it wasn't obvious. "I-I… I kinda bought it." She admits hesitantly.

"What? Why would you do that?" I almost shout, because let's face it, as beautiful as it is, it's not like you could actually live here. Sure, it's good for a weekend escapade, but that's about it, and well... Elsa won't be able to come here very often once we get back to the USA.

"Because I'm hoping it'll have a sentimental meaning after tonight." She says, so quietly that, if she wasn't the only one speaking in kilometers, I would've missed it. But her answer only leaves me more confused, even if I am starting to have an idea of why she brought me here. I just don't want to get my hopes up yet, and so I decide to keep asking instead.

"Why? Why did you bring me here?" At my question she finally gets up, having successfully lit the fire, and turns to me, still avoiding eye contact.

"Uhm... I-I... You've been..." She stammers, unable to say a whole sentence, her face bright red now.

"Elsa, calm down. Take a deep breath." I instruct as I walk towards her and take her hands reassuringly, watching as she does as I said and, once she isn't so tense anymore, I ask again. "Good, now tell me why are we here? I promise whatever your answer is, I won't reject you or laugh or anything, so please don't worry about it."

"Okay." She nods, still a bit nervous, but not as much as before. "Well, you've been insisting for a while to..." She blushes and I hales deeply before continuing with great difficulty. "T-to have... To have... Relations." She gulps audibly, and I blush at her words. She made me sound like I'm desperate for sex or something... Which maybe I was, but whatever. "A-and I know you said you'd wait until I was ready, but... With my father's trial and all, I postponed this a little too long." She sighs.

"No, it's fine, really." I assure her. "I said I'd wait and I will, if you're not ready yet." I say, because it's quite obvious she's too nervous right now. She sighs in relief and finally looks up at me, giving me a happy smile that makes my cheeks blush. She looks so precious right now.

"I'm glad to hear that." She says, and I can't help feeling a little disappointed. I did want to have sex with her. "But, I am ready now, and I want to have... T-to have sex. With you. Now." She blushes even more, if possible and looks at me expectantly.

For a moment, I can't believe what she just said, but when it finally sinks in... I practically jump over her, connecting our lips in a messy and desperate kiss, unconsciously pushing her until I've trapped her against the wall. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to mind as she kisses me back just as fervently, even if she does let out a little squeal when my right hand finds it's way under her shirt, but finding her jacket is keeping me from moving it any higher, I quickly separate from her and, silently asking for permission, quickly unzip the offensive cloth before she hurriedly takes it off and throws it away.

"You too." She says breathlessly, tugging my jacket, asking me to remove it, to which I comply immediately, then returning with kissing her as I start to unbutton her shirt, earning a needy moan from her when I kiss the skin that's being exposed.

Suddenly, when I've already opened her shirt and I'm separating to watch her exposed belly, I find myself being pushed backwards until my knees connect with the mattress, and because of it I end up falling on my back, Elsa coming to straddle me soon after, giving me a clear view of her exposed torso. And let me tell you, what a beautiful body she has! There's much white skin that for a moment I think I'll faint, until I remind myself that I have to breathe in order to keep conscious.

"Wow, you're so beautiful." I breathe out as I bring up my hands to caress her little waist, so soft, so warm.

"Thanks." She says, blushing, not as confident as before. "Uhm… I'd like it if you…" She gestures to my shirt and I understand what she's asking me to do, and before I can think twice about it, I'm tossing my shirt to the other end of the room. However, when I notice Elsa's intense gaze traveling through my mostly naked torso, my confidence evaporates and I deviate my gaze, nervously biting my lip.

"You're not so bad yourself." She whispers into my ear, making me shudder in pleasure, though still catching me out of guard. When did she get so close?

Suddenly, she starts kissing my jaw softly, almost hesitantly, going further down until her wonderful lips are pressed against my collarbone. I moan, unable to contain myself; I can already feel my lower parts aching with need. But… I still need more, and Elsa is going a little too slowly for my liking, not descending more, not trying to touch my breasts, even if I can see in her eyes that she wants to; she's just too shy to ask permission and too considerate to do it without asking, so I decide to give her a little push.

I reach to take her hair, and gently guide her kisses to my chest, encouraging her to explore further. At first she's hesitant, like she doesn't know what she's supposed to do, but then she seems to understand and brings up her hand to cup my left breast. Which is clothed, unfortunately. Still, I feel an explosion of pleasure when she starts massaging it, even if it's not enough for me.

"Off." I groan, signaling her to help me take off my brassiere, to which her face becomes even redder. Thankfully she still complies, taking it off and throwing it to god-knows where, her hand immediately returning to its previous spot, only this time it feels better. No one has ever touched me like this, and I've often doubted it felt so good, but yes; it's the most pleasure I've ever experienced, and it's even better when she starts softly pinching my nipple, which instantly turns hard at the contact.

"Is this… good?" She asks, unsure.

"More than good." I pant before reaching up and pulling her down for a heated kiss, enjoying now more than ever this position, because I can feel her naked skin all over mine… well kind off. That stupid brassiere of hers is still in the way. And so, my hands find their way to her back and quickly unclasp the stupid undergarment, earning a surprised squeal from Elsa. "Sorry, is this okay?" I mumble into her mouth.

"Y-yes. Just… caught me by surprise, is all." She assures me, separating slightly from me for a moment, just enough to get rid of the brassiere, before continuing with the kiss. I can feel her hard nipples against my chest, and I ache to touch them, but right now I can't, so I have to settle with making my way down her lower back, hesitating a moment before touching her clothed butt. "A-Anna." She moans as she thrusts her hips, increasing my confidence and making a small smile appear on my face.

I start squeezing her rear, enjoying very much the sensation of it in my hands, but I'm distracted from my task when I feel Elsa traveling down my collarbone with her kisses until she's kissing my right breast. I almost jump at the contact, so unexpected but also so pleasant that I can't contain myself.

"Are you okay?" She asks concerned, but her breathe against my breasts just makes me shudder in pleasure.

"I'm fine, please don't stop." I practically beg, to which she complies suddenly taking my nipple into her mouth, sucking. "Elsa!" I almost scream, pressing her harder against myself. She keeps sucking my nipple as with her hand she massages my other breast. She may not be the most experienced in these kinds of things, as it's obvious because her actions aren't confident, but I don't care; right now I'm in heaven, just because it's her. Because she's the one doing this to me.

Finally, however, she separates from me and reaches down for the hem of my jeans, looking at me to ask permission. I nod eagerly and soon my last layers of clothing are being thrown and I'm laying totally naked under my girlfriend, which is really exciting, but… I can't help feeling a little self-conscious. I didn't shave my legs, and though I don't have many hairs there yet, some of them are noticeable. Plus, I've never done anything with my hair down there, so it's just a red bush and I don't know if she'll like it or if it'll be a huge turn off. So I wait anxiously as her eyes travel through my legs, fighting the urge to close them or covering myself, until she finally speaks.

"Wow. So gorgeous." She says, almost to herself, making me blush and giggle, all my insecurities flying out of the window.

"I bet you're gorgeous as well, though I can't be sure until I see you naked." I say with a confident tone, to which she blushes and stammers something unintelligible before finally unbuttoning her jeans and kicking them off her legs. She still has her panties on though, and they are a cute soft blue color and have a white little ribbon. I would've liked them if they weren't covering Elsa's (no doubt) beautiful womanhood. I can't help it when I reach forward and practically rip them off her body. I can see Elsa fighting the urge to cover herself, but I don't care as I gawk at something more magnificent than the northern lights: her naked body. She's so flawless I'm almost jealous, except that I know this magnificent sculpture-like body of hers is mine to touch, to explore, to taste… oh, I really can't wait to feel it all.

I reach out one hand towards her pelvis, but she stops me. I look up at her and pout, but she just chuckles in response.

"Don't be so eager." She says in a teasing tone before leaning in and whispering to my ear in the huskiest, sexiest tone ever. "I want to make love to you first." I only manage to utter a shuddering moan before she starts kissing my neck again, as her hands play with my nipples. Now we're both truly naked, and the skin-to-skin contact only adds to the pleasure. She's so soft and warm… I can't have enough of her. I thrust up my hips involuntarily, and she answers entwining out legs together, making me blush when her knee presses against my soaking groin.

"Fuck! Elsa!" I moan, as she rubs my sensitive clit. This is way better than masturbation.

"You like it?" She asks, in a tone that lets me know she already knows the answer. I nod nonetheless.

"More… please." I pant.

Fortunately, I don't have to tell her twice, because Elsa's left hand soon releases my swollen nipple and makes its way down (a little too slowly for my taste) until it reaches my hip. There Elsa stops, looking at me for confirmation. I give her a firm nod, trying to swallow the nervousness that's building on the pit of my stomach, and soon enough, I feel her long fingers gently touching my most sensitive area.

"Oh, Elsa!" I cry in pleasure as she presses down on my clit, before being silenced by a loving kiss. I kiss her back fervently as she keeps slowly rubbing my bundle of nerves, enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to make me orgasm. "Fingers. Inside… Please." I beg, not caring how lewd or needy that sounded, I just need to reach the sweet release.

She does as I say, and instantly I let out a loud moan, feeling how her long fingers slowly come in and out, in and out, while her thumb keeps working on my clit. Soon, she finds my sweet spot, and I have to bite down on her shoulder to keep myself from screaming like crazy. I also run my nails across her back, and in the back of my mind I know I'm being a little rough on her, but I can't help it and she doesn't protest, so I assume it's okay.

My climax is approaching, I can feel the pressure building, but… I still need a little push, something that makes me taste heaven. And I know just what it is.

"Elsa…" I pant after releasing her shoulder and giving it some soothing licks. "Please… bite me." I beg with a husky voice.

"W-what?" She asks, searching in my eyes as if she can't believe what I just requested.

"Please…" I beg again, as I expose my neck, making her understand what I mean. Thankfully, she doesn't argue and carefully approaches her lips to my throat, placing a soft kiss in there before opening her mouth and capturing my tender skin with her teeth, however, she doesn't bite hard enough, in my opinion. "Harder!" I instruct, to which she hesitates an instant before complying with my unusual request, biting hard enough to leave marks, but I don't care, because this gives me the pleasure enough to come, screaming Elsa's name over and over again, feeling the walls of my vagina squeezing tightly Elsa's fingers as she keeps on with her ministrations until I go limp under her.

Elsa finally lets go of me and gently licks the spot where she bit me, before extracting her fingers from my wet hole and eying them curiously for a moment. I look at them too and realize they're covered in my fluids, which makes me blush… not as much as when Elsa takes her fingers into her mouth and moans loudly though.

"I knew you'd taste delicious." She says, after having licked her fingers clean.

"I-I…" I search for something to say, but apparently my brain stopped working for a moment.

"I also knew you'd be loud." She chuckles.

"I-is that why you brought me to a cabin in the middle of the woods?" It's the first thing I think on saying.

"No." She laughs. "But it sure came in handy."

"Hey, I'm not that loud!" I protest.

"Of course you are." She teases, leaning in and giving me a peck on the lips, that I soon deepen until out tongues are dancing together and I'm tasting myself on her mouth, and let me tell you, that's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.

Finally, we separate only when we both need some air.

"Your turn." I say with a Cheshire-like smile.

"W-what?" She stammers nervously, her cheeks reddening quite a lot. "I-I mean… you don't have to…"

"But you want me to." I say confidently. "Do you not?"

"I-I…" She bites her lip before admitting softly what I already knew she'd say. "Y-yes." However, I notice a slight hesitation in her words.

"But?" I ask, after all, I want this to be perfect.

"But… I'm nervous." She admits, sighing. "This whole physical-contact thing… is still new to me, and, as much as I like it… it makes me anxious." She grimaces. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being silly."

"No, I understand." I assure her. "And you're not silly; we all have our own fears." I pause, caressing her back softly. "I want to make love to you… but I want to feel comfortable about it, so I won't force you if you're not ready yet." I say giving her a little smile, to which she answers with a shy one of her own.

"T-thanks… It's good to know." She pauses, thinking for a moment before finally returning her gaze at me. "But I do want to… t-to feel your touch in me." She blushes. "Just… take it slow, okay?"

"Okay." I say, glad that she's going to let me pleasure her, before gently pushing her on her back and straddling her, switching our positions.

I start by kissing her, slowly and tenderly, making sure she knows she's safe with me, that I love her and care for her and would never hurt her. Soon enough, I feel the tension in her shoulders disappear and her breath coming out in shuddering gasps, like she's out of breath thanks to the arousal. At this I smirk and decide to move on with my caresses.

I descend and carefully kiss her neck and the back of her ear, earning a few moans that only serve to encourage me, before trailing down to her collarbone, where I can't help myself when I start sucking and biting until Elsa is mewling in pleasure. I release her abused skin with a loud pop and soon run my tongue along the marks, trying to calm the pain she's undoubtedly feeling. Though based on the way she's crying my name, the pleasure is obviously greater than the pain.

Once I've given her the first hickey of the night, I move towards her chest, cupping her full brests with my hands and massaging them gently, marveling at how soft they feel, how big they are and how the nipples respond to my ministrations by becoming hard. I look up to see Elsa and I love the look she gives me; it's so full of lust and love, so... Sexy. Those half-lidded eyes are capable of make my legs weaken.

I take one nipple in my mouth and suck hard, enjoying how smooth her skin is here, and how warm her breast feels against my face. But mostly I'm enjoying how she moans my name, begging me for more. I, of course, am more than happy to comply, and I soon give her another hickey, this time on her breast. I'd be lying if I said I don't like how the red spot looks on her creamy skin.

After that I continue caressing her, running my hands up and down her body until she's begging me to touch her where nobody else has. At this, I decide to take mercy on her and slowly descend until I'm looking directly at her pink and wet lower lips. I get closer and inhale deeply her delicious scent, already wanting to taste her, eat her up.

"A-Anna." Elsa says nervously, but also out of breath. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask as I carefully press my nose against her almost white pubic hairs. "I'm about to eat you up."

"A-Are you sure you want that? Doesn't it disgust you?" She says apprehensibly.

"Did it disgust you when you tasted my... Juices?" I ask, running my fingers through her thighs, still very close to her center.

"Well... No, no it didn't." She answers, apparently realizing at last that her worries are absurd. I nod at this before looking up at her. I want to see her face when I start pleasuring her.

When she gives me an encouraging nod, I instantly lean in to kiss her womanhood... And let me tell you, her taste is better than chocolate. It's sweet and a little bit acidic at the same time, and it leaves a pleasant sensation in my mouth. I love it. I could stay here drinking from her forever.

I run my tongue all over her slit, not yet touching her clit in order to build up more pleasure in her, but I do insert my tongue into her vagina, stroking her insides hungrily but carefully.

Suddenly I feel Elsa's fingers tangling themselves on my hair, as she guides my head a little upwards.

"Anna... Please." She pleads, making it clear she wants to get her release already, and though I wish I could keep lapping her folds a little longer, I know I can't, and that I'll have more opportunities to taste her in the future. So I start working, sucking her clit and then stroking it with my tongue until she's crying for more. I start pushing one of my fingers inside her, marveling at how hot it feels, before realizing I can still put another one inside and doing just that. I start thrusting them in and out as I continue pleasuring her clit with my mouth, and it doesn't take long before Elsa is moaning loudly and breathlessly my name as she tugs of my hair almost painfully so I press my face in the right spot. At the same time, I feel her walls clench around my fingers, squeezing them like they want to suck my whole hand in.

Soon enough though, Elsa goes limp under me and I know its my clue to extract myself from down there, lick my fingers clean and return to my beautiful girlfriend's awaiting arms. I hug her tightly, sighing in content as I cuddle with her, exhausted and satisfied at the same time.

"Well... That was intense." She says, still panting a little.

"You liked it?" I ask, smiling up at her.

"More than I'd like to admit." She confesses, shyly deviating her gaze.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of." I assure her. "After all, who wouldn't like a night of intense love-making with a sexy girl as me?" I add playfully.

"A bit narcissistic, aren't you?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

"Admit it, you loved it." I counter, to which she smiles and leans in, kissing me softly on my lips.

"I love you." She says with a look so full of love that all I want is to kiss her and hug her passionately for the rest of the night.

"I love you too." I answer honestly, the words flying out of my mouth so easily that it's like I've been saying them to her all my life. And I know that's how it should be, because if our first time proved anything, it was that we're made for each other. Trough this act we connected in soul and body, but most importantly, in heart. There's no doubt to me now: Elsa is the one for me.