[WARNING: VERY NSFW. Also, I promise I'm working on chapter 10... it'll get to you eventually!]

~ Chapter Nine ~

Hungrily, Anna took Elsa's mouth with great force, her other hand moving up and ensnaring the hair behind her, holding their lips in their union. Elsa gratefully returned the advances, weighing heavily down on Anna's body. After another few seconds, she reached back again and pushed the wrist further down.

Even until that moment, Anna hadn't been planning to seize Elsa's offer. It just seemed odd to do that with someone else in the room if they weren't participating! But there was no use in pretending she wasn't chomping at the bit to take care of it. Therefore, with that last encouragement, she slid her fingers underneath her waistband.

The first moan into Elsa's mouth made her freeze in place for an instant, but when Anna tried to pull her hand out Elsa latched onto her forearm to prevent that from happening. No backing down, it seemed. So she continued, coaxing more sounds and upward thrusts of her hips. Elsa never made a move to insinuate that she was feeling arousal or wanted to do anything to or for herself, but she also didn't roll off and run away, made no frightened sounds or movements.

Finally, Anna's passion was too great for her lungs, and she was forced to break the kiss, panting heatedly as her fingers did their level best to make short work of her climax. The sooner it was over, the better for both of them. For a second or two, Elsa merely grazed her mouth along her girlfriend's jaw. Then she raised up to her ear and whispered, "Hey."

"Nnhhh!" was the only response.

"This might be a silly question, and I'm sorry if it is. But… do you want me to get those Polaroids?"

That prompted a breathy, strained laugh from Anna as her pelvis rolled to the left slightly. "N-not… right now, I… I don't need them w-with… with you here!"

Elsa blushed and smiled, covering her mouth with the hand that wasn't underneath the both of them. Then she stroked one of Anna's freckled shoulders and asked, "Do you want me to, um, undress? Give you something live and in person to look at?"

"WHAT?!" But Anna had yelped that too loud, too sharply. "Sorry! I'm j- what?! No! I mean, yes, but… why would you want to? Wouldn't it make it feel more like you're… you know!"

"It's within tolerable levels," Elsa said. Her hand fell to unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Anna's aquamarine eyes went wide, drinking in the sight as her hand first came to a stop, then began to move faster than before. The shirt was gone, and the gorgeous mounds that she had only seen in small three-inch squares appeared before her. Her head began to lean up, but then she flopped it back down hard against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut.

"What, what's wrong?"

"I… wanted to…" Even attempting to say what she wanted to do made her burn with shame, and she felt her fingers squeezing her own fragile flesh with near brutality; a brief self-punishment. "NNHhh! Elsa, I'm sorry!"

Elsa smiled knowingly, stroking Anna's face. "It's okay that you wanted to. But thank you for… resisting." She leaned in again to kiss her, which Anna did heatedly for a few seconds before she pulled back, needing to breathe again. "More?"

"No more, I… can't handle… more!"

"But I thought you liked 'the booty'." Elsa rolled over and pointed said booty at Anna, and began to slide her pants down gradually - but Anna shot out her other hand and stopped them. "What?"

"Seriously, we're good!" Anna told her with more conviction. "I'm already so turned on, I don't need it, but it's… more than- NNHHHH, shit! Elsa!"

Something like a mixture of pity and love entered Elsa's eyes as she turned around to look at her girlfriend, as she watched her sweating and writhing in ecstasy. When she leaned in for another kiss, Anna took as large of a risk as she was willing to take: she placed her hand in the center of Elsa's nude back. She felt the shiver, but it was brief and not borne of fear. Encouraged, she then lost herself in both Elsa's lips and her own hand's ministrations until she felt the end building.

"Elsa!" she groaned heavily. "It's- I'm g-gonna- you have to g-go now if y-you don't want to hear-"

"I'm fine," Elsa urged her serenely, but her voice was lower, huskier. "And I want to hear you call my name like that. Keep going."

So she did. Unable to even consider holding back, the dam burst and she finished, back bowing upward and toes curling amongst the sheets. Elsa went nowhere, didn't blink, didn't flinch. She just kissed her and kept herself nearby until she had ridden out the strongest aftershocks. Then, smiling sweetly and gazing upon her with nothing but affection, she took her bottom lip between hers for a moment.

"God," Anna sighed as she went entirely limp, sprawled like a starfish. "You… that… I…"

"Breathe, sweetheart," Elsa tittered.

"I don't know if you'll feel proud or happy or annoyed or what, but that was THE BEST orgasm of my whole life! Even the ones where I had a guy in me, all of them, that… I've never come that hard before!"

"Interesting."

"Interesting?!" Then Anna laughed at herself. "Right, asexual; you wouldn't get off on me getting off anyway. Sorry about that."

Still bemused, Elsa kissed her cheek lightly. "Don't think I'm not pleased that I could help you. It's just not a sexual pleasure. The best way I can describe it is… like knowing you got somebody exactly what they wanted for their birthday. Makes me so happy I could."

"Then I'm glad." Patting Elsa's bare back, she added, "And hey, if you think about it tomorrow and decide… this was too much, let me know, okay? I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved doing it, but only because you were on board and it was your idea, not mine."

"Don't worry, I will." Then she cocked an eyebrow. "Though I'm a little surprised you declined to see my - if I do say so myself - well-proportioned posterior."

For some reason, bringing that up made Anna blush. "Well… that's for a couple of reasons. First of all, I didn't really think you were ready to show me that, even if you said you were. It just seemed too much, too soon."

"Maybe not. I'll just say 'thank you' for that consideration instead of trying to convince you I was ready to go the extra mile." Again, their lips met each other, tasting and enjoying. "What's the second reason?"

"You… are gonna laugh."

"I won't laugh! What is it?"

"Well…" Taking a deep breath, she averted her eyes. "One of the, um… I guess you'd call it a 'mental trick' or something. But to help me remember that you don't want sex even though you love me and like kissing me, I have this picture in my head of, um… you…"

"Me what?"

Anna's voice dropped by several decibels. "You having no vagina."

A long pause followed, in which they could only hear the sound of the rare bird that braved this weather chirping outside Anna's window. Then the tiniest little sound issued from Elsa - a snort.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!"

"I'm not!" Elsa managed go grind out, obviously holding back a riot of giggles. "Th-that's a v-very prudent course of action! Wh-what do you picture down there instead?"

"You know, Barbie underwear! That under your underwear you just have more underwear that's permanently part of you!" Elsa's control was slipping, and she snapped, "Hey, come on!"

"But that's so-" Again she bit her lip, but when Anna merely glared, she finally sighed mirthfully and admitted, "Okay, I laughed and I apologise. But can you blame me? I've never, ever heard of that before!"

"That's what I was afraid of! And now you're probably gonna think about that all the time and laugh at me, and that's just great!"

"Yes," Elsa chuckled, pressing her lips against Anna's temple. "But it's not because I think you're silly, just… creative, perhaps."

"Yeah, right."

Sighing again, Elsa curled her body around Anna's tightly. The absence of her shirt made the redhead shift slightly, as if trying to maintain her poor mood in spite of the intriguing new feeling of Elsa's partial nudity against her arm. "I am sorry, but I'm also proud of you. Even if it's a very unusual mnemonic device-"

"That's what I meant, mnemonic!"

"Yes. But it being unusual doesn't mean it's bad, or that I think less of you. In fact, I respect you so much more for even bothering to put one together to help you." Then she kissed her neck gently. "And clearly it's working, since not once have I ever felt pressured by you, or uncomfortable. Well, not since I told you I'm on the ace spectrum, I mean; before that, you didn't know."

"Yeah… about that. I'm sorry, I should have been able to tell the difference. It's just hard because-"

"I know, because for you, sex is part of love."

Nodding, Anna wrapped her arms more tightly around Elsa. "It is. But this is, too. I may not get a lot of that other junk, but I understand holding somebody, being next to them and sharing that moment."

"Yeah. You do." Nestling in, Elsa sighed happily. "And that's the middleground. We meet in the cuddle zone."

"Best zone."

"Are you sure? Even with the, uh… slightly-assisted-masturbation zone you just discovered?"

Grinning like a fool, Anna nodded slightly. "That one's awesome, but this one wins. No contest."

Both of them were late to their classes that day. Only Elsa cared, and only a tiny bit. It seemed a worthwhile tradeoff.

~To Be Continued~