Repost of my reblog reply. I banged it out right before I went to sleep the other night, and all the typos were just mocking me, so I figured I’d do an edit and make it an actual post.

Smutty fic inspired by an anon ceo!Elsa/younger!Anna headcanon over at elsannaheadcanons.

“Hey Elsa!”

Elsa snapped her head up at that familiar cheerful voice, eyes widening in shock.

“Anna! What are you doing here?" Elsa quickly stood from her desk, hands planted firmly on the solid oak wood. She cast a glance at her door, relieved to see that it was closed.

Anna sauntered up to the desk with a flirtatious grin, leaning over it to plant a teasing kiss on Elsa’s tight-lipped frown. “Oh, just in the area, decided to stop by and make sure you’re actually taking lunch today.” Teal eyes surveyed the scattered papers. “Which I can see you’re not.”

Elsa rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair with a huff. She gave a dismissive wave.

"I can grab a snack any time. These reports, on the other hand…" The blond trailed off as a thought struck her. She glared suspiciously at her young lover.

"How did you get past Olaf? Anna, you know you can’t just show up here—”

Anna scoffed, rounding the table and perching on the edge at Elsa’s elbow. She took the time to enjoy the view - it wasn’t often she got to see the mighty CEO of Arendelle Industries sat beneath her.

“Please, I’m not an idiot. Olaf was called downstairs to take care of an important delivery." Anna waggled her eyebrows and leaned forward, delighted when Elsa automatically shifted backwards in her chair. She reached out, snagging a lock of platinum blond hair which had escaped from Elsa’s "power bun.”

“I don’t know why you insist on putting up your hair. You look so much better with it down.”

And before Elsa could protest nimble fingers were pulling at the pins holding her bun together and her hair unfurled to one long, thick braid. Anna grinned triumphantly, carding her hands through loose bangs, brushing them back and away from that gorgeous porcelain face.

“Much better,” she murmured. Elsa batted her hands away, eyes icy blue with irritation.

“Enough, Anna,” she hissed. Her gaze slipped back over to the door before returning to the younger woman. “I think it’s time for you to go. I’ll see you at home.”

The redhead frowned. “No.”

Elsa gaped, stupefied at the flat refusal. Anger and disbelief (and maybe just a little bit of intrigue, not that she would admit it) churned in her belly. Anna had never so bluntly denied anything Elsa had commanded.

“No?”

Anna stood abruptly, pushing Elsa back into her plush executive chair before swiftly straddling her. Bewildered by this sudden turn of events Elsa let this all happen with no protest, mind awhirl and body inexplicably turned on by Anna’s display of aggression and her sudden closeness.

Anna grinned wickedly and took full advantage, swooping in for a hard kiss, immediately deepening it as Elsa automatically responded, opening her mouth to let her tongue in. God, Elsa groaned, hands coming up to tangle in soft copper strands. Anna was so-this was so not a good idea but- teeth nipped sharply at her bottom lip, tongue rasping immediately after to sooth the tiny hurt. Elsa’s thoughts promptly derailed, lost again in the insistent heat of Anna’s mouth.

Her hands slipped to Anna’s waist, fervently tugging her shirt from her jeans so she could feel silky skin, and was unable to hold back a whimper as her fingers mapped out the soft planes of her back. Her whole back. Anna wasn’t wearing a bra. She moaned again, feeling warmth pool low and wet.

Anna broke out of the kiss with a smile, gripping at Elsa’s braid to tug her head back and expose the sharp line of her jaw, laying soft open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. Too bad I can’t leave any marks, she thought ruefully. To compensate she ground her hips, relishing the growl that vibrated out of Elsa’s throat.

The redhead’s hands were just making their way up Elsa’s skirt when a loud knock cut through their senses. Eyes wide with panic Elsa jerked to watch the knob rattle.

Blue and Teal eyes met in horror, and just as Olaf’s cheery voice called her name through the opening door Anna scrambled down under Elsa’s desk, cramming herself into the small leg space. She squeaked when Elsa’s legs shoved into her as the CEO slid her chair closer to the desk, her own hands flailing to straighten the muss of her hair and shirt.

Just in time. They both breathed a silent sigh of relief as two men walked into the office.

Elsa cleared her throat, desperately ordering her heart to stop beating so fast. She leveled what she hoped was a stern gaze at - damnit, who the hell were these two, and why the hell are they here? - her employees. She gave Anna a little shove when the woman shifted between her legs, then had to stifle the jerk her body involuntarily gave when Anna pinched her back in retaliation. She mentally made a note to punish the younger woman for this whole debacle later.

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" Oh good, her voice was even and smooth. Elsa marked that as a victory. Now if only I could remember their names.

Her employees shifted nervously, eyes doing that dance where they stared without trying to look like they were staring. Anna’s hands were warm where they cupped her knees, and Elsa felt her already thin patience begin to fray. In the absence of names she resolved to call the pair in her office idiot one and two.

The auburn-haired man (idiot #1) on her left straightened, apologizing. “Sorry ma’am, it’s just unusual to see you with your hair down.”

Elsa frowned, eyes darkening as she felt Anna’s body shake in a silent giggle. Idiot #1 gulped, mistaking her expression as one of wrath aimed at him.

"Not that it looks bad! It looks great! Very modern and commanding." He started to sweat as the CEO’s icy glare lasered in on him. He felt very much like he was going to wet himself.

Elsa’s tone was arctic. “I do not care what you think of my hairstyle. Now talk about whatever it is you came here for and stop wasting my time.”

The idiots swallowed noisily. The tall scruffy blond on her right (idiot #2) tentatively brought a tablet to bear, activating an app and placing it on Elsa’s desk before beating a hasty retreat to the relative safety of his chair. Elsa almost laughed. Sometimes she loved being the boss.

Idiot #1 took this as a cue to launch into his spiel, something about some company? Elsa propped a hand at her temple and perused the tablet in front of her, sharp eyes taking in the information more quickly that the babbling moron could explain. Thankfully idiot #2 was proving to be not so idiotic - he stayed silent and let her read on her own.

Ah, Elsa thought, here we are. These two were in charge of the taskforce assigned to ferret out information on a rival company. She tapped an impatient finger. But it was formed just a few days ago. I specifically told them to be as thorough as possible, they couldn’t possibly have garnered any real information so—

Elsa yelped, banging her knee into the side of her desk. Idiot #1 paused confusedly, and boss and employee stared wide-eyed at each other. Elsa quickly straightened, face falling back into that unperturbed mask.

"…Is there a reason you’ve stopped talking?”

As Idiot #1 shakily continued, Elsa took a quick peek under her desk, glaring at an unrepentant and cheekily smiling Anna. To her horror, the redhead continued to lean forward, hands pushing her skirt high up her thighs, lips trailing sensually after them. A daring glint shone in mischievous teal eyes. Eyes forward, Elsa, you’re in a meeting.

Elsa bit the inside of her cheek. She wouldn’t dare.

Strong hands tugged her to the edge of her seat, spreading her legs as far open as the desk allowed. Elsa’s hands clenched. Slim fingers pulled the soaked crotch of her underwear aside. Elsa bit her lip. Idiot 1&2 were gesticulating at the other tablet in Idiot #1’s hand, and Elsa barely managed a spasm as a hot mouth closed over her sex.

Oh, God. Elsa struggled to regulate her breathing, leaning over her desk to ostensibly gaze at Idiot #2’s tablet, letting her hand shade over her brow. Biting down hard on her jaw to prevent the moans she could feel building in the back of her throat, she couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut as Anna pushed her tongue through soaked folds.

Flashes went off behind closed lids. Anna had always had such a clever tongue. She bit back another groan as attention was shifted to her clit, lips suckling lightly on the small bud. Elsa was sure she was trembling, but a quick glance up assured her that her employees hadn’t taken notice.

Good, if I can just get through this blasted meeting - Elsa’s eyes flew open and her whole body jerked when Anna unceremoniously brought her hand into play, slipping two fingers deep in one smooth motion.

No, no no nonono, if you do that - Anna’s fingers twisted, searching upwards, stroking that magical spot that had Elsa’s toes curling. Elsa disguised her gasp with a cough, waving at the idiots to continue their presentation. Anna’s mouth rejoined her hand, sliding over her throbbing clit in long, languorous strokes. Elsa shook.

God, so close. Sweat beaded her brow, back hunched. I can’t-please...

Anna peered up at her lover, feeling unbelievably evil. She curled her fingers again, following along with the rhythmic contractions of hot wet flesh. She couldn’t properly fuck her like she wanted but…Just a little more…

Elsa’s eyes shot open wide as teeth scrapped daringly over her clit. Fire raced up her spine, and with a slam her hand came pounding down on her desk, startling her employees into scared silence.

Breathing harshly, Elsa quickly regained her senses, thankful that her little outburst had also gotten Anna to cease and retreat. She looked up at the two wide-eyed men in front of her, and decided it was time to end this meeting. Now.

“This is bullshit. You’ve given me nothing that fifteen minutes of searching google could have told me." Blue eyes glinted, hard and cold as diamonds. "I put this taskforce together to get some real information. Information that takes time, and effort, and the guts to go in there and cozy up to that ornery witch Weselton calls a secretary even if it means getting your ass kicked six ways from Sunday by their steroid-pumped security goons!”

Idiot #1 gulped, but bravely (yet stupidly) protested. “But ma’am, this is a fast turnaround! Isn’t it better to go as quickly as—”

His jaw loudly clicked shut as Elsa’s wintery glare cut into him. She growled menacingly, pouring all her sexual frustration into her voice. “Things done right are always preferable to things done fast wrongly. Because now you’ve just wasted your time, and most importantly my time, with this shit!”

With a sharp motion, Elsa pointed to Idiot #2, the lesser of two evils. “You! You are now in charge of this taskforce! Next time you give me an update I expect something of actual use!” Elsa stared as the two men gaped at her.

"Now get OUT!”

With a small cry of fear, the men fled. Olaf peeked through the open door confusedly. “Ma’am?”

Elsa breathed hard through her nose. “No more interruptions for the afternoon, Olaf. I don’t care if the building is on fire, got it?”

With an obedient nod, her secretary firmly shut the door. Elsa sighed in relief, sagging back in her chair, body still humming with adrenaline and unfulfilled arousal. “Anna.” She growled.

Anna grinned, crawling out from under the desk and pushing Elsa’s chair back until it hit the wall. She hiked the blond’s long legs over her shoulders. “Don’t worry,” she purred leaning back in to nuzzle at Elsa’s quivering sex. “This won’t take long at all.”

Elsa let her head fall back against the headrest, hand tangling possessively in copper hair.

Oh well. At least she had a thick door.

Fin.