I couldn’t help myself. This is a short chapter – sort of a prologue to the rest of the week (which is a story, not individual one-shots). These are only very loosely based on the prompts, but the prompts themselves are quite vague so I feel comfortable. That being said, I hope you enjoy :)

It was only their second meeting (well, technically third) and Anna was already completely enamoured with the girl sitting across from her.

Elsa, her name was. Elsa Arendelle. And she was a tattoo artist.

With her pale-blonde hair done up in an elaborate up-do, clothed by a shimmering, pale-blue dress, she looked the picture of elegance and grace.

Add in the numerous tattoos that covered her creamy skin, and Anna was basically on a date with walking, talking sex appeal.

But, it still was just their second (third!) meeting. Anna liked to think she was outgoing and forward, but certainly not to the degree of actually voicing the thoughts running through her head. Even if it were obvious by the way her eyes kept roving over Elsa’s body, categorising each black and white, geometric pattern etched onto her skin, or how they lingered at her chest for just a second too long, wondering what other gems were hidden within the skin. She’d already decided that the minimalistic solar system that resided below, and slightly behind, Elsa’s left ear was her favourite.

Not counting, of course, the coloured sakura tree that curled around Elsa’s right breast (the only tattoo Anna had seen that wasn’t in black and white). Catching a glimpse of that was pure chance when, at their second meeting, Elsa hadn’t realised just how much side-boob her loose tank had revealed (not that it mattered, it was Elsa’s house – somewhere Anna had not expected to wake up). The blonde had been drinking green tea and humming along to some random indie band that would never get radio airplay, head bopping along in time with the beat. Anna had stood, just watching her, until Elsa had noticed. She’d swung around with a smile on her face.

Without being overly romantic, it was a smile to fall in love with.

That particular adventure had begun the night before when, in a fit of drunken stupidity, Anna had decided that she wanted nipple piercings and had proceeded to google every available shop that would do them. All were shut save for Elsa’s parlour, but the blonde woman had refused to do such a think to someone who hadn’t all their faculties.

After waking up in Elsa’s bed (fully clothed!) and, a few hours later, managing to snag an actual date, Anna wasn’t complaining. If the look on Elsa’s face was anything to go by, she wasn’t too unhappy with the turn of events, either. In fact, she looked even more nervous than Anna.

Elsa couldn’t sustain eye-contact. Her face was set at a permanent rosy hue, and her bottom lip had taken up residence between her teeth, even while it was curled up in a subdued smile.

How Anna had managed to land a date with such a gorgeous woman, she had no idea.

So, she tried not to think about it at all.

That tactic, surprisingly, worked quite well. They’d chosen a cozy Greek restaurant, and both the establishment and food provided enough conversation from which to springboard. It was helped by Anna’s incessant need to talk constantly, and Elsa’s wonderful ear for simply listening. Anna barely noticed the time moving as they talked and drank and ate. It felt… comfortable. Elsa felt comfortable.

Yes, she was gorgeous (almost frighteningly so) but she barely even seemed aware of it (and not in the ‘I’m too good to notice how good I am’ ways). To Anna, Elsa genuinely seemed not to notice how she looked in the eyes of others (and she seemed not to notice the fire she lit in Anna’s eyes because damn). She was confident and self-assured (and that was pretty hot) but it was different with Elsa. Like…

Like Anna might possibly want more than a bed partner for the night.

That attraction was what gave her the courage to ask for the very date she was currently on, and it was the same attraction that, at the end of the night, as she walked Elsa to her front door, had her asking for another one.

Elsa ducked her head and bit her lip, and it was the most adorable sight to see. She’d barely nodded out a yes when Anna placed a freckled hand on a bare shoulder. Elsa was taller, so she had to swoop under a little in order to fuse their lips together in a soft peck.

And then Anna was halfway down the garden path, saying she’d give Elsa a call, before the tattooed woman even had a chance to respond.

It was only their third meeting, and Anna wasn’t sure that 'enamoured’ was a strong enough word…