So after Cautela’s done and posted, I’ll be adding a third part to the series. Just a oneshot set a little further ahead time-wise, which I’ll probably title Gratifica, which (I think) means simply ‘bonus’. Why? Because I really want to do an insane amount of fluff with these two, both including a visit from Elsa’s cousin, and something along these lines:

“Anna?”



“Kitchen,” she called back, and scratched at her forehead with the end of her pen as she studied the text with a frown. “Just let myself in,” she added; leaning one elbow on the stone counter as she picked up the distinctive clicking of Elsa’s footsteps. “That okay?”



“Of course.” There was the soft sound of shoes being set down before the footsteps resumed - much quieter now - and then the familiar scent of Elsa’s perfume was tickling her nostrils. “How was class?”

“Classy.” Anna stuck her pen in her teeth as she uncapped a highlighter and marked a few lines. “’Ow waf de ‘ibary?”



“Bookish.” Elsa’s lips were warm against her cheek, and when an arm curled around her back and Anna turned her head, she loosened her jaw automatically and let Elsa secure the pen so they could share a soft kiss.



“Hm, blue Bic.” That warm mouth gave her own another curious little nibble, and she could feel the smile on Elsa’s face. “My favorite flavor.”



“Smartass.” She was chuckling, though, when she settled her arms around Elsa’s shoulders and pulled her in again. “Missed you. Just keep in mind that you sleep like the dead and it really wouldn’t be hard to have you waking up with a tri-colored rainbow on your face.”



That earned her rise of one neatly trimmed eyebrow. “Assuming that you can stay awake long enough to accomplish such a thing,” Elsa pointed out reasonably. “I think I’m safe.”

Anna gave a haughty sniff at that and turned up her nose, and the charade lasted all of two seconds before she was choking on air and grabbing at Elsa’s wrists to get those knowing fingers away from her sides. “Watch it, Handsy. Neon green would really highlight your eyes. Pun intended.”

She detested that satisfied, little smirk, Anna decided, but God, she loved the woman attached to it.

“Do you still have the time to join me tonight?” Elsa then questioned in a much more serious tone. “I haven’t seen this many text books since the final year of my undergraduate’s.”



“I’m fine,” Anna promised for anything but the first time, and gave a fond little roll of her eyes once she relinquished her hold and Elsa continued around the island and into the bedroom. “I just need to get through this chapter, and we do still have a little over an hour.” Her eyes were starting to feel the strain of the additional work she’d been doing to get ahead, though, so she hoisted herself onto the counter and pulled her bag over; rooting through the front pocket until she’d secured the container she wanted and settled its contents on her nose.



“I appreciate the concern,” she then called; mostly aimed at the book she’d now plopped into her lap, but aware that her voice would carry. “But really, Els; stop stressing. That’s better saved for finals.”



“True.” The wry reply came over the sound of footsteps - still soft, but approaching - and when they stopped in a very abrupt manner that was entirely unlike Elsa, Anna lifted her head and gave the blonde in a doorway a curious look.



“Something wrong?”



“Ah…” Elsa had one hand curled around the door frame, and looked, Anna considered, mostly as if she’d just spent half an hour in a sauna; a heck of a thing to accomplish in the bare minute since Anna had last seen her. “What are those?”



“Hm?” Anna looked at her lap, at the - admittedly cluttered - surface she was sitting on, and then caught on. “Oh, my reading glasses.” She pulled them off nimbly and tilted them a little, and watched the afternoon sunlight catch in the glossy, black frame before slipping them back on. “I don’t usually need them, but I’ve been grinding kinda hard lately, so…” Another glance up at Elsa, whose features were so painstakingly blanked that it looked like she could have been carved from stone. “What? Half-frame not your thing?”



Elsa drew in a breath and opened her mouth to speak, then seemed to think the better of it, and instead cleared her throat as she found something desperately interesting to study that was not in Anna’s general vicinity.

Now, Anna was definitely curious, and she closed her book around the highlighter before settling one knee over the other as she studied her girlfriend. Elsa wasn’t necessarily reticent, but she was easily embarrassed, and generally not all that good at explaining herself when it came to a subject that she was sensitive about.

One of which, Anna knew, was her own sexual desires, and that was enough for her to sort of catch a clue.

“Elsa?” She managed - somehow - to keep the grin contained in a small smile as she leaned one elbow on her knee and settled her chin on a loosely-curled fist. “Do you like my glasses?”



Those blue eyes cut to her own, and then jerked away when Anna tugged the glasses down to the tip of her nose and regarded her lover from over the top of the frames.

Elsa’s ‘yes’ sounded mostly like a cough, and Anna had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.

“How much?” she asked instead, and was aware of her voice dropping a few notes.



“More than we have time to discuss at the moment,” was the rushed, mumbled response, with the color rising visibly in Elsa’s cheeks.



“Aw. I like our discussions,” Anna mused, and leaned back on one hand while the other pulled the glasses off and folded one earpiece in. The other, she tapped against her own, lower lip, and grinned around it when Elsa sent her another, halfway-nervous look and ended up emptying her lungs in an audible rush of air. “That much, huh?”



“Th— I, ah… Y–”



“Is that a new dialect you haven’t introduced me to yet?”



Elsa glowered at her for a full, five seconds. “I am going to take a shower,” she then announced with as much wounded dignity as she could possibly muster. “And unless you wish for me to have a stroke when I return, please put those things away.”

Then she was gone, and Anna was falling onto her back on the counter and pulling the book over her face to muffle her snickering.