Title: Let Me Fade [Part 1, 2/3, 3]

Characters: Anna, Elsa, Kristoff,

Pairings: Anna/Elsa

Genre: Romance/Comedy/Angst

Synopsis: Elsa and Anna are sisters, living together for convenience sake. Unfortunately, there’s a slight inconvenience.

Warnings: Incest, Cunnilingus, Teasing

A/N: Back from our nap with a bit tame tidbit of a sequel to Let Me Fade. Part 3 to be posted asap (and is much less tame, lemme tell you).

It would have been better if the ride home had been a blur.

Home.

It was still an aching relief to Anna that she could still call it that.

Climbing back into Kristoff’s truck only a few hours after she had called him, begging him to pick her up, sobbing and swearing and confessing pretty much everything… It was a bit embarrassing. He had luckily given her her privacy when she had called Elsa, so he hadn’t heard their… conversation. Anna wasn’t the best at recovering herself after that sort of thing, or putting on a stoic face, and she couldn’t look him in the eye when she asked him to drive her back to the apartment.

It was hard to think of anything else but what waited for her at home, even with Kristoff beside her. Elsa’s voice had been…

Well. The rumble of Kristoff’s truck thrummed deep in her body as he turned the key in the ignition. Her hands were curled in her lap, and she thought of texting Elsa again, unwilling to leave her sister alone with her thoughts for too long. And, she admitted, unable to keep herself from Elsa a moment longer than she had to, after… this.

Anna winced. It had been a bit more than ripping a bandaid off of an unhealed wound. They would have to talk; the things that had been said were too painful to brush under the bed. But she knew they would, this time. Despite everything, Anna still had faith that her sister was a woman who kept her word.

On my way. It was all she could allow herself to send. There was too much to say, Anna decided, and not all of it could be spoken – or typed, as it were. She caught Kristoff glancing at her occasionally as he drove, but he didn’t try to drum up idle conversation. Her lips twitched into a brief smile; he was a great guy, honestly, and knew when to keep quiet, a skill Anna bet she’d never pick up.

When they pulled up to the high-rise, Anna didn’t move from the passenger seat of Kristoff’s truck. Kristoff stayed put, too, still silent, his hands laid casually over the steering wheel. Even when Anna figeted, wringing her hands, Kristoff said nothing.

“Um,” she began, and for the first time since he had ushered her into his house and onto his couch, Kristoff looked at her directly. Anna wasn’t too good at reading people, and Kristoff’s face was nearly always inscrutable - right now, Anna doubted that even Elsa could read him. “Thank you.”

Kristoff nodded.

Anna hesitated, her hand having moved to the door to let herself out. Kristoff seemed to be watching her, and it made this already awkward situation more tense. “A-and, um. I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows raised at that, and a half smile played across his lips. “No problem,” he said, his voice gruff and terse but his eyes warm as they turned ahead to look at the street. Anna’s chest squeezed in a not altogether unpleasant way, and on a (probably crazy) impulse she threw herself at him in a bear hug. After a moment of surprise he returned it, patting her back in a stilted way that let her know he was about as used to human contact as Elsa was.

Elsa.

Kristoff seemed to sense that her thoughts had shot to a few yards above where they sat, and he nudged her gently. Anna scrambled to get out of the truck, struggling as the seat belt she had forgotten she was wearing held her back momentarily, straining against her chest. She unbuckled it, mumbled something stupid about “Right, safety first”, and coloured when Kristoff laughed at her.

She flipped him off, gave him a wave and a grateful smile, and turned. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the corner of the seventh floor, where the curtained windows muted the glow of lamplight. This was an ivory tower that needed climbing.

After startling the receptionist in the lobby with a loud whoop, she took the stairs two at a time.

Outside the door of 716, Anna couldn’t catch her breath. Even her daily conditioning for the Arendelle Reindeer’s couldn’t keep her from bending over, hands on her knees as she panted, trying to suck in a lungful. Still, seven flights of stairs in what, fifty-some seconds? Even Coach Kai would be impressed by that. She wrinkled her nose and straightened, brushing a cautious hand over her hair. She didn’t want to think about that stuffy old coot right now. Not when Elsa was waiting on the other side of that door.

Anna suddenly felt breathless again. Elsa was waiting on the other side of the door.

For her.

Shivering, Anna stepped forward and raised her hand. She’d barged inside about a million times before, but this time she felt an overwhelming urge to knock. To wait to be invited inside. There was probably some kind of symbolism in that, but she was too distracted by the sweatiness of her palms to parse it out. Each twist in her gut felt like a taunt. Just knock, Anna. Her brows furrowed. Why aren’t you knocking, Anna? Her eyes searched the blank white door for whorls in the wood. Don’t you know how to knock, Anna?

She sucked in a breath, “Alright!”, but the door was already opening and Elsa was looking behind her into the dimly lit apartment as she shouldered it open, one hand shoved into her jacket pocket, the other holding her phone as she flicked through it with an intense stare. “Oh!”

Elsa’s head whipped up, her - unusually messy - braid tumbling over her shoulder. “Oh.” Despite her subdued voice, Elsa seemed even more surprised than Anna.

They stared at each other wordlessly, Elsa stilled in the doorway, Anna shifting her feet side to side, scuffing the soles of her shoes on the fractal patterned carpet. When Elsa moved, the damn burst on Anna’s mouth.

“Um, hi,” she rasped, clearing her throat and eagerly if apprehensively taking in every inch of the sight of her older sister. “It’s me. I mean, of course, you know it’s me; it’s just, I was going to knock, I was planning on knocking, you know, um, to be, to be polite–” Elsa’s elegant eyebrows lifted then furrowed, and Anna spoke all the faster, “not that you, like, interrupted my plans or anything, I mean, you kind of did, but you just opened the door and that was the ends if not the means of what I intended and I’m just really glad I didn’t have to stand out here even longer, even though I am kinda still standing here and you’re staring at me like I’m weird or insane or both which I kind of am? I mean it’s not like I can make a good first impression at this point but at the same time I kind of wanted to because this is kind of a first, for us, you know, and, and, wow, you–”

Elsa’s hand clasped around Anna’s wrist, and she shut up. Less than a second of silence reigned before Elsa yanked Anna inside their apartment and shut the door with a quiet click, incongruous with the loud thump Anna felt in her chest.

They were hugging. Elsa was hugging her. Elsa was – crying?

It was just a tiny little sniffle, a barely noticeable tremble in her shoulders. Anna slipped her arms around Elsa’s waist and pulled her closer, lifting her head to look at Elsa’s face. Her usually sharp, bright eyes were murky with unshed tears, lips trembling, cheeks pink, nose scrunched.

“Wow,” Anna murmured, “you look terrible.”

The shocked, affronted look that jumped onto Elsa’s face made her wince.

“No! I meant, not like that! I meant you look like you’ve had a terrible day! I mean, I’m sure I look like shit, too –” Anna scrambled to recover from her lingual stumbling, grasping Elsa’s forearms, “I’m so sorry!”

Elsa gave a wry chuckle. “I’m just glad you’re home,” she said, pressing her lips softly against Anna’s forehead. Something in Anna’s chest tightened and her body warmed considerably. “I was so worried about you when you left…”

Clearing her throat, Anna looked to the side at the neat line of shoes against the wall of the foyer. “Yeah…” Anna looked at her sister from beneath her lashes, smiling when Elsa shifted under her hooded gaze. “Were you about to start walking to Kristoff’s place in those heels? You seemed to be headed somewhere when I was standing in the hallway.”

“Oh, yes.” Elsa’s cheeks went pink and she leaned down to pull off her shoes, setting them aside. As she bent over, her hair swayed over her shoulder, revealing her long, pale neck. “I didn’t really have a plan, I just…” Anna traced the sharp line of her clavicle with her eyes, grinning when Elsa looked up and caught her staring. “I- just… When we talked on the phone, I kinda fingered – figured, I kind of figured, you should, uh, come. Home.”

“Oh?” Anna cocked her head and leaned against the wall of the entrance way, which seemed narrower than usual with their two bodies this close together when Elsa stood. Elsa slipped out of her jacket and let it tumble to the floor when Anna licked her lips. “Yeah, you seemed pretty… eager.”

“I didn’t think I was the only one?” Elsa murmured, biting her lip when Anna’s eyes flickered up and down her body.

“Well,” Anna growled, taking a step closer, “You aren’t wrong.”

Their hands brushed against each other first, when Anna reached for Elsa’s waist again to pull her even closer. It felt hard to breathe in this tight space, especially when each breath had their chests pressing together with more and more force as they gravitated towards one another.

Elsa sucked in a shallow breath and let it out shakily.

“Anna…”

Anna smirked and slipped her hand to the small of Elsa’s back. She tilted her chin up, smug as she whispered, “Yes, sister?”

A frustrated groan erupted from Elsa’s throat and she grabbed the collar of Anna’s shirt, smashing their faces together in a rough kiss. The sound elicited a deep moan from Anna, setting her skin on fire and making her eager to push Elsa backwards into the apartment, towards a comfortable flat surface. They made it as far as one of the living room walls before Anna shoved Elsa hard against it, her hands scrambling for purchase against Elsa’s thighs, wiggling between them with her hips. Anna grabbed and lifted, her arms hardly straining with Elsa’s weight as they kissed, lips caressing, teeth nipping, breath intermingling.

Anna thrust her hips against Elsa’s center, and felt moisture pool in between her legs at Elsa’s helpless mewl. A wicked grin made its way onto Anna’s face and she pressed her lips under Elsa’s ear. “I was wondering,” she purred, giving another roll of her hips and enjoying the quiet gasps Elsa exhaled against her shoulder. “Are you as wet for me as you said you were on the phone?”

Elsa whimpered. Anna’s grin grew wider, her hot breath bathing the skin of Elsa’s neck.

“Well?” Anna prompted, one of her hands moving from the meat of Elsa’s outer thigh to the inner crux of her legs. “Am I just going to have to find out on my own?” Her fingers played against the crotch of Elsa’s thin pyjamas, the heat radiating from her center matched only by the moisture soaking into the fabric. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

“Ah, ah, Anna,” Elsa panted, rocking against her sister’s palm as Anna cupped her sex and squeezed. Anna wanted nothing more than to tear off Elsa’s pants and sink her fingers inside of her dripping slit. “F-fuck.”

“Is that what you want, Elsa?” Anna purred, her lips brushing over Elsa’s skin, which had started to slick with sweat. “You want me to fuck you?” She pressed her fingers harder against Elsa’s cleft, forcing her panties slightly inside of her.

“Oh gods, Anna!”

“I know that I want to fuck you,” Anna confessed easily, pulling back to watch Elsa’s pupils dilate, her chest heave as she squirmed in Anna’s arms. “I wanted to touch you so badly, before, when I was at Kristoff’s place…” She allowed Elsa to sink back onto shaky knees so Anna could kiss her again, could feel her body tremble. “And now I can.”

“Yes,” Elsa hissed, pulling Anna back into another kiss. The younger sister’s hands fell to Elsa’s generous ass and squeezed, moaning into Elsa’s mouth when she hooked a leg around Anna’s waist. “Anna, please.”

A shiver ran down Anna’s spine at the extent of the desperation in Elsa’s whimper. It felt deliciously, sinfully good; it made her feel powerful – energy shot through her veins as she hoisted Elsa up again and carried her to the couch, dumping her on it and watching her bounce. She stood above Elsa, watching as Elsa caught her breath, as she realized how wide her legs were spread, how loud her panting was, how wanton her moans. An embarrassed flush spread over the back of Elsa’s neck, and Anna looked on with amusement and pleasure.

Elsa curled in on herself and looked up at her, her expression vulnerable and open, and Anna faltered, swallowing hard. That slick pleasure turned in her stomach when Elsa gave a soft whine, her cheeks flaring and her thighs squeezing together.

What the hell was Anna doing?

A foot brushed against her ankle and Anna nearly jumped, realizing she’d been staring blankly at Elsa’s prone body. Elsa’s legs had widened again, and she had slid to the edge of the couch, her hands gripping the seat and her teeth worrying at her bottom lip. “Anna,” she rasped, stirring up heat in Anna’s core again, “Please. I need you.”

Anna took a step forward and was pulled into Elsa’s lap as soon as she was in reach, straddling her older sister’s thighs, arms on either side of the blonde, the tips of Anna’s hair brushing against Elsa’s forehead and cheeks. This time she was the one trembling as she leaned down to kiss Elsa, their lips brushing in a soft peck before pressing together more urgently. She felt Elsa’s hands slip up under the back of her shirt and groaned at the feeling of Elsa’s nails lightly scoring into her skin. “Fuck,” Anna gasped, rocking her hips against Elsa’s.

There were too many things she wanted to do right then, and she only had two hands and one mouth to do them with. Elsa squirmed below her when Anna sucked on her neck, growling. “Mmn, Anna,” she groaned impatiently, rubbing her thighs together and rolling her hips. “Touch me…”

Anna grinned despite herself, nipping her way down to Elsa’s shoulder, nosing aside the collar of Elsa’s loose shirt. “I am touching you, Elsa.”

Elsa huffed and pouted, tugging at Anna’s shirt and giving a pleased murmur when Anna allowed her to slip it off, leaving her bra exposed. Anna’s mouth went back to Elsa’s chest, her tongue trailing along Elsa’s clavicle and up her sternum, leaving a shiny trail of saliva. She tasted sweet despite the light sheen of sweat that coated her skin. Anna coaxed Elsa out of her shirt as well, eyes lighting up when she saw Elsa’s bare breasts sway and sag from the removal.

She felt Elsa’s arms move to cover herself and pinned them down. “Don’t.” Anna smiled when Elsa relaxed against the couch instead, and began slowly kissing her way to Elsa’s straining nipple. Her lips parted above the peak and she flicked it with her tongue.

“Ah,” Elsa breathed, thrusting her chest up to Anna’s mouth. By the time Anna thought about teasing her more, she was already suckling on Elsa’s breast with enthusiasm, enjoying the sound of Elsa’s throaty moans as she did so. She kissed back and forth between the two swells, flicking her tongue over the valley between them with each pass.

Pushing herself off of the couch and onto her knees in front of her sister, Anna watched as Elsa inhaled sharply. Even kneeling with her back straight, Anna could smell the keen tang of Elsa’s scent, and her mouth watered in anticipation. Her hands slid over Elsa’s thighs and she looked her in the eye as she pulled down Elsa’s pants, another wave of the scent washing over her as she peeled the fabric away.

Anna’s eyes trailed down Elsa’s heaving chest and belly to her panty clad core, seeing that her spread thighs were wet with her essence.

“Sweet lord,” Anna rasped, brushing her thumb over Elsa’s visible slit. Her panties were nearly translucent with slick.

“Anna.” Elsa’s strange tone made Anna look up, albeit reluctantly. Elsa’s eyes were burning, hooded as she blinked slowly. “Touch me.”

Again, Anna faltered for a moment. Elsa’s hand brushed against the crown of her head before her fingers threaded through Anna’s hair. Anna looked down between Elsa’s legs and scraped her fingers over the flesh of Elsa’s thighs, feeling her shudder under Anna’s touch as she pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her spill glistened on her skin, pooling between her thighs and no doubt wetting the couch. Anna mouth went dry. She licked her lips. “Can I… eat you out?”

The hand preening Anna’s hair froze. They had never gone this far before. Most of what they had done had been fumbling in the dark, under blankets. They’d stroked each other, kissed, ground against each other’s thighs, but neither had tasted one another aside from sucking secondhand residue from their fingers.

Anna wanted it. She wanted to taste her sister so fucking badly, but if Elsa said no, she would swallow her wants and be satisfied with only touch.

Her eyes closed slowly when Elsa’s hand fisted in her hair, a lump forming in her throat.

“Gods, please.” Anna’s eyes flew open, the sight of Elsa’s dripping gash greeting her again. “T-taste me, Anna.” Her nostrils flared and she leaned in closer, inhaling the heady scent deeply. She heard Elsa moan and her eyes fluttered closed again as she nuzzled Elsa’s inner thigh.

“You smell amazing,” Anna groaned. From above her, a shuddery breath. She looked and saw Elsa had laid back against the couch, one hand palming her breast while the other stroked Anna’s head. The sight enflamed Anna, who allowed Elsa to guide her ever closer to the juncture between her thighs.

Elsa hissed when Anna’s nose brushed against the tip of her slit, Anna’s lips fluttering over Elsa’s flowering labia. Each touch brought another waft of Elsa’s earthy scent, another gush of wetness from the source of her arousal. All at once Anna seemed to remember that she had hands, and brought them up Elsa’s legs to push her knees apart, stretching her legs obscenely until Elsa was spread open wide for her.

Anna flattened her tongue and gave a broad lap of Elsa’s cunt, moaning at the soft brush of hair tickling her chin.

“Anna!”

If nothing else happened tonight, it was worth having heard Elsa cry out her name like that, with the taste of her on her tongue, her wetness stringing from her lips to Anna’s mouth. The tightened grip on Anna’s hair told her that there was definitely going to be more going on tonight. Returning her tongue to Elsa’s slit, Anna spread it with her tongue, curling it inside of Elsa’s soft, wet, warm lips. Enough of Elsa’s essence dripped into Anna’s mouth that she could drink it, but it hardly slaked the younger woman’s thirst.

Each and every moan that was ripped out of Elsa left Anna’s mouth drier and panties wetter than she could have ever imagined. Occasionally Anna would have to hold Elsa’s legs open, keep her from squeezing her thighs around Anna’s head as she worked. Elsa’s clit was huge and throbbing, glistening and pink, but Anna largely avoided it, wanting to prolong her sister’s pleasure.

Only when Elsa whimpered and begged did Anna begin to relent.

“Gods, Anna, please,” Her hips bucked, twisted, shuddered. “Suck my clit,” Her voice raised two octaves as she pleaded. “You’re so good,” she praised, yanking painfully and deliciously on Anna’s roots. “So good, fuck!”

Anna grazed her teeth on Elsa’s nub, and Elsa shrieked. Anna jerked her head up and watched her sister tense and writhe against the couch, her bent knee digging against the cushions, a fist pressed against her lips to muffle her noises. “Elsa, are you-”

“Hnnng, ah, Anna,” Elsa moaned, her voice devolving into an overwhelmed whimper that sent Anna’s chest quivering and her legs shaking. The brief touch had sent her sister over the edge. Eyes drifting back down to Elsa’s core, Anna stared, fascinated, as Elsa’s cunt winked and dripped with her orgasm. She wanted more. Much more. She wanted to see, to taste, to feel more, more, more.

Still, she knew how sensitive Elsa was after her peak. After watching her sister’s cunt twitch and drip a dark patch on the upholstery of their couch, Anna kissed the sensitive mound one last time before forcing herself to crawl up next to her and take Elsa into her arms. She nuzzled the side of Elsa’s face as she came down from her high, smiling when her older sister curled against her, trying to regulate her breathing. Ignoring the fire burning in her belly as their skin rubbed together was near torture for Anna, but Elsa’s quiet murmuring against her shoulder soothed her slightly.

The hush that fell over them felt warm, comfortable, safe. In the glance Anna cast around, she could see that their apartment was cleaner than it had been since she moved in. Elsa had undoubtedly spent the time they’d been apart cleaning obsessively. Those long, agonizing hours… Anna bit her lip.

“…Um.” Anna felt Elsa shift against her, and matched her quizzical look with a hesitant one. “Elsa… About… About last night.” Elsa’s eyes widened and Anna could feel her pull away slightly.

Like an angry poltergeist, the pain from the night before lashed out and wrapped around Anna’s heart, squeezing tight, trying desperately to drag her back into the misery of their fight, away from the quiet calm of this moment. Anna’s breath hitched and her eyes burned as her arms slipped from around Elsa and lay limp at her sides.

Elsa sat up, and Anna wanted to sob.

A dainty hand rested in the middle of Anna’s chest, light and gentle, but without hesitation. Elsa’s fingers splayed between Anna’s breasts, each tip pressed slightly into Anna’s skin. Anna shuddered. Her eyes traveled up Elsa’s naked body - her sister’s naked body. Her pale skin was a trace of the soft moonlight that had shone over the giggling young children they had been, years ago. Slick heat bubbled up inside of Anna to entwine with her aching heart, entranced as she was by Elsa’s curves, her faint, soft hairs, her shadowed valleys. The memory faded.

And when Anna looked up into Elsa’s teary eyes, so did her pain.

Again, there was quiet, this time full of promise. Anna reached for Elsa and the older woman slipped back into her younger sister’s arms, her body trembling as their flesh kissed again. They lay together silently for a while, Anna’s hold tightening as Elsa shifted closer and began rubbing her back. Anna cleared her throat and squirmed when Elsa’s hand slid over Anna’s side, brushing the side of her breast with the heel of her palm once, twice, three times.

“Ahn, Elsa – your…” Anna blushed when Elsa’s movements became more deliberate, her hand cupping the swell of Anna’s chest. “Oh.”

Elsa hummed and rolled over so that she lay atop Anna’s body, their legs entwining. She smiled down at her sister lovingly, and Anna returned the expression. “Did you think I forgot?” Elsa purred. Heat slicked over Anna’s skin, and she was amazed at how easily Elsa could stoke her arousal to full flame again. “Don’t worry, Anna. I’ll take care of you.”

That was a promise Elsa would look forward to keeping.