Have some fluff, short but sweet.









What with the horrid day she had, Elsa hadn’t wanted to go out. Today she just wanted some peace and quiet with her girlfriend. She was too tired to deal with stares or social anxiety and certainly not decisions more complicated then who was going to be the little spoon. Anna could take care of the rest because she was all that was good and awesome in the world today.

Especially when she accepted the change in plans with little complaint. So instead of a night out they ended up on Anna’s couch with Elsa sprawled out on top of Anna and a blanket. In between Anna’s warmth and the soft heartbeat under her ear it was little wonder that she fell asleep. She wouldn’t have even noticed if she hadn’t had somehow tucked herself in the small space between Anna and the back of the couch, her legs and arms keeping Anna tucked closely against herself.

It had been seamless, feeling like a blink with the only wake up call being the feeling of someone gently playing with her fingers. She didn’t bother to open her eyes, knowing the who but not the why. Teasingly she wiggled her fingers and curled them around the hand that held them.

“Anna? What are you doing?” Her voice was still soft and sleepy as the hands stilled.

“Your fingers. I don’t often get to touch them.” Elsa hummed at the answer, relaxing her hand. There was little harm with as calm as she felt and she trusted Anna. More so she was more trusting of herself around Anna. Permission granted Anna continued to move her hands this and that way. Probably getting the best look she had ever had, since Elsa normally hid them.

Her mother liked to call them ‘Pianist Fingers’ since they were long and narrow. Sure they were well kept, Elsa had always carefully maintained her hands and eventually became vain about her nails. Anything to keep them in good working order so there wasn’t the slightest chance that any damage might affect her ability to control herself. Or you know, supply a need to visit the doctor and all of the anxiety that tended to include.

She had just started to fall back into that halfway place between sleep and consciousness when she felt lips on the tip of her pointer finger.

The sensation made her gasp as her eyes snapped open. But Anna just carefully maneuvered the next finger in line, lovingly pecking it with an exaggerated smacking sound. Each finger was given the same affectionate treatment, even the thumb before Anna turned her attention to her palm. Instead of giving it a kiss she placed it on her collar bone, just above her heart.

“You are awesome.” Elsa stared at Anna as she spoke, who had started to look sheepish the longer she stared. “I don’t think you ever hear that often enough.”