CHAPTER WARNINGS: nudity, self-shaming, sensual massage, exploring hands, incest.

NOTE: In advance, I apologise for the cliffhanger ending. But as you know I've been keeping up a fairly quick posting schedule, and I'll make SURE you don't have to wait too long for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy them both!

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~ CHAPTER TEN ~

It took Elsa another few minutes to leave the restaurant, but by then, she had at least dried her eyes. She felt awful, but stemming the flow of tears was some kind of accomplishment, at least.

On the way home, she stopped in a supermarket and bought a four-pack of wine coolers. Though maybe Olaf's suggestion of a pair of shoes would have made her feel better in the long run, that night, she just wanted to drink to forget. It was something she hadn't done in many years, but she didn't have it in herself to face the night of self-loathing without chemicals that would lull her off to sleep. End her suffering sooner.

How could he have said that to her? How could he?! Even if he thought such awful things about her body and her personality, the least he could have done was kept them to himself. But no, all he cared about was whether or not she presented a willing receptacle for his lust — which, contrary to his guarantees online, was all he seemed to need from her. From the very beginning, he hadn't cared about whether or not a second date ever occurred, and that was so much the worse.

By that point, she didn't even care who saw her weeping in the supermarket, stopped at red lights, in the parking garage of her apartment building. None of it made any difference. She was not attractive to any of them.

She was not attractive to anyone. As Hans had so astutely pointed out, she might have a lovely face, but until she could do something about her horribly disappointing body, no one would care. And she couldn't. No diet had worked, no exercise regime… she would lose a few pounds and gain them right back. It had been the case ever since her family fragmented all those years ago, and her hips just got wider and wider at a very gradual pace.

Obviously, the three cartons of Häagen-Dazs she had picked up at the supermarket alongside her liquor would not help with that. But she didn't care. What difference did it make now?

She tried to slip into the apartment as quietly as she could. If Anna was already asleep, she didn't want to wake her; she could take everything into the bedroom and just gorge herself until she got too tired from eating and drinking and sobbing, and pass out. She didn't even care if she made a mess for once; it could always be cleaned later. But she didn't want to face anyone. She had debated going to Tiana for some of her excellent advice, but in the end, she decided she would much rather be alone.

Alas, no such luck.

"Sis, you're home!" Anna said in a surprised squeak, standing ramrod straight from where she stood in the living room, a mop handle in one hand and water around her bare feet, sleeveless shirt already damp in the front with sweat. Some of the rugs and tables had been pushed out of the way so she could work around them.

"Yes," Elsa affirmed, suspicious. "What… are you doing?"

"Well… I mean, all I did was spill some juice, but I figured, hey, I might as well mop the whole floor if I have to mop part of it." She pushed it a few more times frantically, then stood back with a sheepish grin. "Done!"

Nodding, Elsa merely said "Good" as she walked past into the kitchen. Opening the freezer, she placed all but one ice cream carton inside as she said, "Thank you, I suppose."

"Just trying not to be a totally useless houseguest." Anna was watching with interest. "Um…. that's a lot of ice cream. And booze. What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"Then why have you been crying?"

Gritting her teeth, she opened the fridge to put the wine coolers inside and grunted, "I haven't been crying."

"Ah, I see. New question: why are you lying about crying?"

"Anna, can't you just leave it alone?!" she snapped, slamming the door. Anna barely flinched, and for some reason that only made her angrier. "Fine! My date was terrible! Like all of my dates! And it can't be all of THEM, because the only common thread with them is that I'M there! So it must be me! Okay?!"

Silence fell heavy as Elsa leaned back against the counter, face in her hands. She wanted Anna to disappear. Already, regret was setting in for how she had snapped at her, and she still hated how perceptive her sister could be. The sensible solution was for her to go away, so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.

Of course, that didn't happen. An arm slid around her shoulders. Anna leaned up on tiptoe and kissed the top of her head, then simply stood next to her for a while. Silent but supportive.

"Go on," Elsa sighed after her anxiety and tears had receded somewhat. "Say it. Whatever it is you're waiting to say, just… get it over with. I'm very tired right now."

"I'm sorry."

That brought her out of it. Wide-eyed, she gaped at Anna's melancholy expression for a few seconds as she tried to recover. "Y-you… what? Why are you sorry?"

"It's my fault. I was the one that sent the reply, right? If I didn't, you wouldn't have had a crappy date. And, I mean, it's possible that your negative chi sent out vibes he picked up on, but… I could tell you weren't ready for a date, and I pushed anyway. So this is my fault, more than yours or his."

Elsa had to catch herself, letting out a long, slow sigh. "Alright… alright, I… I don't blame you. Maybe I would have if you didn't say anything, but this nobody's responsibility but my own. I could have cancelled, I'm… I'm an adult. You were just trying to help break me out of my shell. And you have, a little. But…" A fresh sob. "But what's inside the shell is just… worthless."

"What? No, it's not! You're-"

Before she could finish, Elsa was already striding away from the kitchen. She no longer wanted to drink, or to gorge herself on ice cream. That made her feel even stupider for splurging on them in the first place. Stomach twisted in knots, she sat herself down on the edge of the couch and grabbed for the remote, hoping for any sort of distraction.

As she flipped through channels, Anna came and joined her. Again, she held her tongue for the time being; that was unusual for her sister, but she welcomed it in this instance. Anything to avoid having to go into detail about why her date had been the worst she'd ever endured.

When she finally had exhausted everything but a home shopping network, and left it on there for mere background noise, Anna asked a simple question. "Why did you stop here?"

"Because everything else sucks."

"Really?" She tilted her head, teal eyes glittering up at her sister. "You made a noise of anger every time you saw a couple on TV. Is that what sucks?"

"Thank you, Dr. Phil. Go back to daytime talk and leave me alone." Frustrated, she turned it off entirely and threw the remote onto the coffee table, where it clattered across and landed on the floor with a ton of noise.

"Okay," Anna whispered, taking one of Elsa's hands. "I have a sug-" Elsa jerked it away, but Anna stubbornly grabbed it and held on with both of hers the second time. "A suggestion. Why don't you let me try acupuncture? I know you think it's a bunch of pseudoscience and bullshit, but I swear, it will help."

Zero hesitation. "Still no. I'm not your pincushion."

"Fine, your decision. Then how about a massage? Those are absolutely proven. Come on, let me help." When Elsa only looked uncertain, she leaned over and whispered, "We'll pop open one of those mango things you bought and split it, and I'll massage you using all the best Eastern techniques I learned. If you still don't feel any better, I will personally spoon-feed you the ice cream while you call me a 'dumb hippie' as much as you want."

"Well…" Looking at Anna's pouty lip, she rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. It can't be any worse than the night has been so far. Unless you actually use those stupid needles on me."

Instead of addressing the needle paranoia, Anna stood up and grasped Elsa's hands, dragging her off the couch. "You are going to be so pampered," she promised as she led her to the bedroom. "And I mean it; I might not have pampered myself much the past few years, but I remember how it's done."

Groaning already, she snapped, "Just give me the damn massage, okay?"

"I'll make you feel like a queen. I promise." At that, Elsa couldn't help but allow a small, weak smile. Her sister was being quite sweet, doing her best. Following the worst date of her life, it was nice to have someone be that concerned about her, no matter who they were.

First, she sat her down on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes, then her cardigan and dress. When Elsa clutched her chest shyly, Anna put her hands on her hips.

"C'mon, Sis. I've seen entire tribes of nudity. You're not going to matter much. Bodies are only bodies." Elsa remained stubborn, so she sighed and pointed to the bathroom. "Go on, but come right back out, okay? Towel only."

"Thank you."

While undressing, she also removed her jewellery, and took a quick moment to wash off her makeup. She had a feeling that a lot of the massage would involve lying on her face, and she didn't want to dirty her bedclothing. Then she returned, wearing a towel as instructed.

"Very good," said Anna, who was just returning with a few jars from her luggage. They looked ominous, but none of them contained needles, so Elsa made no comment. "Now, take the towel off and lie down."

"Anna… I don't want to be naked right now. Honestly, there's very little I would hate more than that."

Frowning at her, Anna set up the jars on the table and went to open her closet door. She was already pushing Elsa toward it before she figured out what was about to happen, and she only had time to let out a yelp and try to dig her heels in before the towel was whipped away from her body.

There she was. Every solitary stretchmark, every gross dimple of cellulite. All the things she hated to think about being under her clothing. Tears instantly sprang up the instant she saw her pale flesh revealed, her round, scarcely-trimmed mons. At least gravity had not claimed her breasts, but they were working on it. Overall, she wished she was anywhere else — she would almost rather other people be able to see her than have to see herself.

"Look." It was superfluous; Elsa couldn't help it, as much as she hated the act. "No, look at yourself. Find something you like."

"There isn't. Anything."

"Bullshit," Anna half-laughed. "I know you can. There's something you do like about yourself, you just can't focus on it because… because you're worried about everything else."

Rolling her eyes, she debated for a few seconds before whispering, "I have alright calves. There, are you happy?"

"You do. You have great calves. What else?"

"Anna, please! I hate this! I absolutely hate being put through this, I don't want to look, I don't want to see how completely hideous I am! Hans was right, I- I'm just too fat to be remotely attractive, and th-that's never going to change, so just STOP!"

Seconds ticked by. Seconds of Elsa weeping as silently as she could, tears cutting tracks down her cheeks and onto the tops of her breasts where they landed. Then Anna's hands were tracing their way around her waist, passing over her stomach, up the side of her chest.

"D-don't. Don't make yourself touch my body, it's… I'm too disgusting."

"You are not. I love how you feel." The words were bald with honesty and warmth, and she did not change as she continued to stroke. Never a truly sensitive area, but near to them, everywhere that Elsa's gaze found fault with. "And how you look. This is you. I think you're really kinda perfect."

"You can't be 'kinda' perfect," she huffed, trying not to let her cheeks start glowing from something so simple.

"I think you're gorgeous." Now she had to be lying, and Elsa's heart squeezed, but Anna was still petting over everywhere, sliding up and over her collarbone, her neck, back down the center of her chest while the other hand made a circle around her hip, grazed the hairs of her mons as it moved to the other thigh. "I know how you see yourself; it saddens my heart to know that. Because I don't see imperfections. I see treasures; little things that make you Elsa, and that's the best thing something could be. Part of you."

"N-no," Elsa disagreed, arms stirring as if they would stop Anna. But she couldn't make them finish the job. What was wrong with her?

And the hands kept going, teasing over her flesh. One of them drifted very close to her nipple, and Anna whispered, "Is it okay if I pass over erogenous zones?"

"I…" Anna held entirely still. Seconds passed, and she stayed that way. Reassured by her respectfulness, Elsa found herself whispering, "Alr- alright, but… but be careful."

"Look how fantastic this body is," Anna kept going, barely touching the tips of her breasts, prompting small gasps and shivers. "How sensitive. How soft…" Her other hand did not get more adventurous, but it did continue the same motions as before, passing through the fur on her mons. "You're a goddess, you know that?"

"Anna…" The name was said with more heat than she wished it was, but she couldn't help it. Having anyone show her they desired her was so good! Even if Anna might not want to do more than that, even if it was inadvisable, it bolstered her more than she could say.

Lips grazed the side of her neck as the hands continued their work, awakening her needs again, speeding up her pulse. "So beautiful. Such a creature of light. Everyone should be lucky enough to touch you once, to be blessed by your energy so close to theirs." The lower one rounded back and gripped her behind again. "And I told you how I feel about this J-Lo butt."

That did it. Stepping out to one side, she removed herself from the glare of the mirror and from Anna's teasing hands all in one step. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she knew her face was probably a red mess.

"M-maybe we should get on with the massage. Even though I'm… not sure it's a wise idea anymore."

Anna frowned at her, hands still partially raised. "You really think I would ever hurt you? Or cross a boundary that you weren't ready for me to cross? Elsa, I know I've been away for a long time, but… you can't think I'd be so disrespectful."

"No, I don't. But I do think… there's a line we shouldn't cross together."

"What line is that?" Anna asked, evenly, unconcernedly. "Because all I wanted is to make my sister feel good. That is all. And if I did for a few seconds… then I don't care what it took to make that happen. None of it made me the slightest bit uncomfortable, anyway. I'm enjoying myself so much right now."

Against her better judgment, she gave Anna a warm smile at such comments. "I can't say I'm alright with… with everything that's been happening between us. But I can't deny how much you care about me. Not anymore."

"Good. That's bigger than our flaws and our misgivings, right?" Then she took both of Elsa's hands, leading her over to the bed. A couple of towels had already been laid out across it, presumably so that the substances in those jars wouldn't soak into the top sheet or comforter. "And I don't want to hear anymore about what that dick said about your body. Unless you need to tell me; then I'm all ears. Otherwise, I'd rather focus on how your beautiful body needs a little TLC."

"Yeah," she sighed as she at on the edge. Contrary to Anna's preference, she'd rather not think about her own body, and focusing on how Hans viewed it was somehow less worrisome. "He just… he said that I had a pretty face, but my body didn't match. Which I know, but I mean, I don't think anyone's ever told me that point-blank before. It really…" Her eyes were still cast down as Anna waited patiently. "It hurt, I guess. Being forced to face facts."

"But they aren't 'facts'. I mean, you are a larger woman, Elsa, but that's a fact that only means you're a larger woman. Not that you're 'ugly' or any of those other ridiculous labels people ascribe to body size."

As she let Anna turn her and lay her out across the towels, she asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful? Not purely to build my confidence. You know how I would feel about you lying to make me feel better."

"Of course. And yes, I do." As she helped position all of Elsa's limbs, a few inches from each other, palms and toes facing the ceiling, she added, "This might surprise you, but I've actually been with a larger person before."

It was definitely a surprise. "Really?"

"Yep. They were non-binary — that means someone who's kind of somewhere between 'man' and 'woman'," she explained when she saw Elsa's frown of confusion. "But before you ask, they were designated 'male' at birth. Dang… we had some good times together. They were larger than you, and it was a little different at first, but I got used to it pretty quickly. I liked how their body worked just as much as I liked how a thinner body worked. Different, not better or worse."

While Anna unscrewed one of the jars, Elsa pondered that. There was so much about Anna's life she didn't know. Unbidden, the question came into her mind of whether or not Anna had ever been with a woman. The answer was probably "yes", given how she behaved around her body. But there was no knowing for sure.

"Okay," she sighed, bringing over a couple of small bottles. "Now, normally I'd do this whole thing with a sugar scrub, a nice bath, but you're already kind of wary of my 'weird hippie stuff'. So I'm jumping right to the massage. Tell me if either of these appeal to you."

Elsa sniffed at both bottles. "Hmm… well, the first one's alright, but I think the second one is more appealing."

"Hmm… I've been wanting to try something." She set them both down and picked up another few, holding them out to Elsa one at a time. "Any of them you don't like?"

"The last one was a little sharp. What is all this?"

"Essential oils," Anna told her as she began to add drops to another jar. Elsa noticed that the last one she had said she didn't like only got one drop, compared to the two or three the rest got. One was practically squeezed dry into the jar. "Ylang ylang, bergamot, jasmine, vanilla… clary sage. Not much grapefruit, since you weren't into that one. Usually, I don't mix it into the carrier oil fresh like this, but it should keep every scent distinct."

"I… carrier oil?" She watched as Anna's fingers swirled in the jar for a while, apparently not leaving them to fuse together on their own. "You really do know a lot about this, don't you?"

"Uh-huh. Now… I'm just going to put a little on your arm first. We'll see how it feels, how the scent is with the jojoba. Then, we'll keep going with the rest of you if it's okay."

Anna followed through on that, sliding her dampened fingers over Elsa's forearm. It did feel quite nice, even if she had to suppress the thought of being "dirty" from having oil smeared on herself. That was how it was supposed to feel, for once. Then she raised the arm to breathe in…

And it was wonderful. Deep, and rich, and sharp, and subtle, and all manner of scents. Her throat was already making the "Mmm" sound before she had asked it to do so. "It's divine…"

"Awesome. Now, I want you to just lie back. Or should I do your back first? Really, either way is fine."

Thinking about her overly sensitive peaks, and how even that brief play with them had been a little too thrilling, Elsa rolled over onto her stomach. There was a slight chuckle from Anna, but she said nothing, merely began swishing her fingers through the mixture again.

"What's so funny?"

"Not 'funny', really. Just… fun. I'm kinda happy to be doing this for you."

"Oh." Settling in, she shivered when she felt hands in the middle of her back. "Ohhh…"

Her sister's loving touch spread all over the expanse of skin, using long, slow strokes. As she explained in a quiet voice, it was called "effleurage," and apparently was made up of many variations. Elsa just thought of it was "nice". She worked up to the shoulders and dug in there for a while, prompting many moans. Then down along each arm, and even kneaded her hands briefly, gouging her fingers into the muscle between Elsa's thumb and forefinger. It caused her brief pain, but she felt a flood of relief and pleasure when she let go that was worth momentary discomfort.

Then the hands moved downward, over her plump cheeks, and Elsa flushed again. This time, she was determined not to overreact, but she couldn't help it; having Anna knead that area even through the underwear had inflamed her desires in the first place. How was she supposed to ignore having her bare ass fondled? Within a few seconds of hand motions, her body was awakening, and she decided there was no sense in trying to stop it; she could only pretend it was not happening to the best of her ability. Ignore it, make no comment to Anna. That was okay, wasn't it?

"Beautiful Latina booty," Anna told her when she noticed the sighs. "Even though we're not all that Latina, genetically speaking. You got that gene, at least! Lucky!"

"Yeahhh," Elsa drawled out in an obscene voice, shivering. Followed by a nervous, "S-sorry."

"People react that way a lot," she consoled her as she moved down to one thigh. "With moaning. Don't censor yourself. If you want to call out that Chairman Mao spanks you nightly, go for it!"

The little giggle that Elsa couldn't squelch did make her feel better, as well as the long, slow moan from the hand sliding up between her thighs. But Anna didn't slide it too high. "Okay, I'll stop self-censoring. But… you're really, really good at this. My body feels like it's never actually been happy before now."

"Maybe it hasn't. Maybe it's been waiting for a good masseuse." As she pressed her thumbs into the back of one of Elsa's knees, prompting a little twitch all over, she whispered, "And I am one of those, if nothing else."

As she felt fingers work their way down a calf, Elsa muttered, "You're… way more… you're so… lovely…"

"Thanks," she snorted. Then her thumbs found the sole of Elsa's foot, and there was a wild jerking motion. "Hey, careful!"

"You know I'm ticklish," she chuckled. But when Anna fell to kneading harder so that it wouldn't tickle, she settled down, relieved and enthralled. "Mmm… oh, that's incredible!"

"There are a lot of pressure points here, you know. It's called 'reflexology', being able to hit all of them… I'm not that good, but I can do the basics." She massaged between each toe joint, causing Elsa to groan in mingling relief and pleasure, then passed her entire hand all over its surface before moving to the other one, making sure it was coated in the essential oils.

"You… f-feels like you're… fucking my feet…" Then she laughed at herself. "Did I really say that?"

"You did," Anna giggled. "But I told you, stuff just comes out of your mouth during a massage sometimes. Doesn't always have to make sense."

"OhhhhOHHH!" Then Anna stopped, hands drawing away from her toes, done with the back side of her. "Oh wow… I can't believe… I should have taken you up on this… years ago…"

"I wasn't here," Anna said in a soft, sad voice. Then she cleared her throat and patted her calf affectionately. "Besides, I only learned massage last year. Now, why don't you flip over, and I'll go grab that wine cooler for us? Unless you wanna lie there and relax a minute. Sometimes, that's important."

"Mmm… yeah. Go on and… get it, and I'll… roll over in a minute." She heard Anna giggling all the way down the hall.

As she lay there, she thought about a lot of things, but none of the thoughts would take hold. That Anna was wonderful, and she would miss her. That Hans had just been a stupid jerk, and she was better off without him. Even that maybe Belle, despite her unwelcome harassment, had a few debatable points about what kind of person she was, and she would have to do some deep thinking upon that. But later. She didn't want to bother while she was in Massage Land.

"Here you go," Anna said as she came back, sitting down on the mattress near Elsa's head. "Got it when you're ready for it."

Rolling onto her side for the moment, she took the bottle — open and about one-quarter drained already — and took a few sips. "Mm… not bad. Wish I'd gotten something harder, though."

"You don't need anything harder, Elsa. And 'passionfruit mango' is a classy choice; it's delicious." After another sip, she handed it back, and Anna took the bottle and set it on the table. "Right. Ready for the front?"

"I suppose." As she settled onto her back, she glanced up at Anna's face. "Can… you promise me something?"

"Sure."

"If I ask you to stop touching… somewhere, will you do it?"

"Absolutely," she assured her. "And I'd be offended if I didn't think you're just double-checking."

Grinning sheepishly, she muttered, "Yeah. I know, Anna. I know you."

Working more oil between her hands, the masseuse started on her shoulders again, working the areas she couldn't reach before. She didn't much bother with the arms again, as those had been done while on her stomach, but she slowly moved down around the sides of the breasts, over her stomach. The relaxing, mingling scents filled Elsa's lungs, somehow also invigorating her but without any of the anxiety or tension of coffee or soda, none of the fear of going on the computer-arranged date.

By the time Anna was on the tops of her thighs, she muttered, "Hmm… did you forget about something?"

"What's that?" Her finger came up to poke her nipple, and Anna grinned. "No, I did not. But you seemed pretty sensitive there. Thought you might want me to work up to it, if you want that at all."

"Sorry," Elsa sighed as Anna finished off her thighs and shins. "Ooh… I just… think that's the only place with no oil… besides my face… or…" She couldn't bring herself to name the other areas, especially because she didn't think it wise to mention them at all.

Leaning down, Anna left a little kiss on her big toe before walking around to Elsa's head again, refilling her palms with oil. "Well, if you wanted, we could put oil literally everywhere. Again, it's about what you need out of this experience."

Elsa blinked up at her for a few seconds, stunned. That was unmistakable; her sister really would be willing to touch the unmentionable areas. And the hands were fast approaching the two she had already requested, stunned as she was now that she had.

"Nnhhh," she groaned when she felt Anna's hands kneading her breasts, working down along the sides and inward with slow, circular motions. "Is… this part of your… usual massage?"

"Not even," she giggled. "But it's not the first time I've done it, either. Very therapeutic… just, um, has side effects." She stopped just long enough to flick her fingertip over one of Elsa's stiffening peaks, earning a shiver and a sharp inhalation.

"O-oh? Yes, I… can see how it would." Gazing down along her gleaming body, Elsa was actually starting to feel something she never had for it: affection. Anna was making her feel phenomenal, even if she knew it would fade by the morning.

After a minute or two on the peaks, Anna worked her hands down her sides and hips again, then around to the inner thighs. She still wasn't quite venturing into forbidden territory, and Elsa was fine with that… though she knew a particular "itch" was growing. After Anna was done, she might crack open the small aide in her briefcase, if she could find a good excuse to be alone.

Then again… maybe she didn't have to. Maybe they could be honest with each other. "Hey, Anna?"

"Hmm?"

"After this… I think I'll need to be alone for, oh, ten minutes? Might be a little longer."

Anna's smile turned toward a knowing smirk. "Really? Okay, I gotcha, no problem. Though… I could help you out with that… again."

Elsa's heart began to beat faster, throat catching on her next word. Anna did know. She had never said she knew, of course, but there could be no mistaking what she meant. Working her lips, she whispered, "I… I'm sorry, Anna, I'm s-so, so sorry…"

"For what? I mean, I thought you were leaving me a trail of breadcrumbs, with that super obvious box in the trash." When Elsa let out a grumble of self-disappointment, she grinned. "Or not; could just have been a careless moment. But, um… like I said, do you want some help?"

"N-no, I… do appreciate the offer, though. But I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet."

"Are you sure?" The fingertips began to climb higher, just barely touching the rolls of flesh enshrouding Elsa's vulnerable wetness. Too close, but… Elsa found it impossible to complain. Her thighs eased apart the tiniest amount. Fingers were within reach, they were a hair's breadth away…

Bingo.

"See?" Anna whispered when she was just grazing Elsa's folds, and Elsa let out a shivering gasp. But that was as far as she went, and she was just barely there as it was. "It's just hands. Or, I mean, it only has to be hands."

"Well…" There was no longer any use in false pretenses. "I actually have… a little something to use."

"Hell yeah, you do! Where is it? This drawer?" Her free hand was reaching for the side table, even as the other one held still against her.

"No, no, my…" She had to take a moment to recover, to suppress the temptation to grind against the hand. "Well, my briefcase. And don't ask, there's a whole stupid story."

Laughing, Anna went to Elsa's briefcase, wiping her hands on a washcloth as she went. That did relieve Elsa slightly; for some reason, thinking about her own moisture on Anna's hand summoned far too many different feelings, and it was just easier for it not to be there anymore. A few quick nips and Anna had it open, fishing out the little box with the bullet inside.

"Ooh, this will do nicely," she said in a teasing tone. "Not quite as intense as the other one looked. From the picture on the box, I mean," she added to reassure Elsa she hadn't gone snooping.

"Yes, it will work fine, and I can learn how to use it on myself. Once you leave."

Anna sighed, rolling her eyes and letting her shoulders slump as if she had been told to go clean her room. "Fiiine. But if you need me, just call." Her hands popped the box open, and the plastic inside, then laid everything but the toy itself on the nightstand once it was ready. "I'll bring your phone but turn the sound up on the TV? Does that sound fair?"

Elsa couldn't help but let out a harsh laugh as she took the bullet from her. "Hearing your big sister moan too many times in one week?"

"Not at all. I like hearing you, I just don't want you to feel like you can't really let loose."

That brought her up quick. "You… what?"

"I like hearing you," Anna said again, smile growing more shy. "You sound healthy and alive and free when you're letting out little moans. I don't mind them in the slightest."

"What about… big moans?" Her questions were dry rasps, heart thundering in her throat. Anna was really suggesting that she wanted to hear her orgasm. She couldn't be hearing that right… could she?

Shrugging, the redhead whispered, "They can only be better, right?"

"Oh. Well… okay. If that's the case… then just… leave the door open. You can hear everything."

"Okay."

With a slight nod, Anna leaned over and left a peck on Elsa's lips. It was far too fleeting, and Anna was already walking away. Maybe they were making a bigger mistake than the one they were avoiding.

~ To Be Continued ~