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no one is complaining don’t worry about it it was awesome

There was a sharp intake of breath, and Anna winced.

“I mean…” she tried again, chewing on her bottom lip. “When I said a ‘friendly’ thing, I meant as friends, y’know?”

Elsa nodded, mute, and Anna was surprised to see hurt playing in her eyes. Surely she’d mistaken it for something else? Embarrassment, perhaps?

Clearing her throat, Elsa broke contact first, not giving Anna a chance to search further. “I’m going to have a shower,” Elsa said. “M-make yourself at home.”

In a flash, she was gone from the room, leaving Anna alone. The redhead sunk into her chair, staring into her forgotten wine glass. Perhaps this night was some bizarre dream she’d wake from. Her boss – hardass, ice queen Elsa, who never spoke about herself – crying, then… inviting her to her home. Inviting her to sex? That wasn’t something that happened in real life (or, not Anna’s life).

She’d even- oh god, she’d even tried seducing Anna. What was that about? ‘Trying to be more attractive’? Anna hadn’t done anything of the sort.

Picking up the glass, she drained the rest of her drink. Where had Elsa gotten that idea- oh my god.

Wait. Did that mean- Anna hadn’t tried being attractive. She didn’t even realise that was what was happening. Did that mean… Elsa already thought she was attractive?

Anna wasn’t a complete idiot. Elsa was… a very attractive woman. Who was open to sex. Sex with her. An attractive woman who had invited her to her home and then tried seducing her for sex. Wow.

Okay maybe she was an idiot. Grabbing the wine bottle, she frowned at the few drops left inside. So no more liquid courage or whatever. Dammit Elsa.

Setting her expression, she made her way towards one of the closed doors. She had no idea which one Elsa had disappeared into, so it seemed fair enough to try out all of them. There was no sound of a shower running, so Anna just opened the first door she came across.

Perhaps the Gods were on her side after the fantastic fuck-ups she’d been having all day, because it just so happened to open what appeared to be Elsa’s room. There were photographs of different beaches and sceneries, but very little by the way of personal effects. An expansive bed sat in the middle of the room, and Elsa sat in the middle of it. She looked up as Anna walked in, and the redhead let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding at the fact that Elsa wasn’t, actually, crying again.

She looked at her lap as Anna sat tentatively on the edge of the bed. She’d let her hair out, and it tumbled in waves over her shoulders. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone, giving a taste of a pale bra, and even paler skin, beneath.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I shouldn’t have assumed anything. I’ve never really… done the ‘friendly’ thing before. Aside from my atrocious behaviour, it- I thought it was a good night.” Here, she paused, and fixed Anna with a look. “I hope this hasn’t made anything awkward between us at all. I value your company- friendship! Your… company as a friend, that is. I don’t… don’t want to jeopardise that…”

Nodding, Anna shot her a warm smile. “You didn’t jeopardise anything,” she said. Tell her how much her friendship means! “In fact,” she began, “I would love to sex you.” Oh fuck.

Elsa’s eyes widened the same time Anna’s did, and she let out a groan. “Fuck.”

Running a hand through her bangs, Anna huffed a breath. “I mean. You’re hot, Elsa. I mean. Attractive. Very nicely proportioned. Symmetrical face. You look, uh, good.” Elsa stared at her, and fighting back another wince (seriously, what was with tonight? It hated her!) Anna forced herself to keep talking.

“I would, um, not be opposed to sharing a bed with you. Naked. With, uh, touching and, erm, stuff. But! But, I don’t… don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re my boss, and we work together. That, and not with what you told- happened. Not with everything that’s happened today. I don’t think now is the time…”



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