Stay the night

The water hit Anna's body, cool and crisp. She winced slightly, adjusting the unfamiliar dial until the shower's temperature reached a bearable level. She took a deep breath as the warm water washed over her, her half-awake mind savoring the feeling of the cascading water.

Slowly, as she returned to consciousness, memories of the previous night rushed back to her. Not all of them, of course, but enough to form a good enough picture.

The bar had been busy, but not quite crowded…

She was sitting there in the corner, sipping on a clear drink…

She was dressed far more formally than everyone else in the bar…

Her name was Elsa, and she smelled like lilac…

She invited Anna to her table, and Anna had been unable to say no…

She had piercing blue eyes and silvery hair…

She didn't talk too much, but when she did, her voice was soft and melodic…

She asked Anna if she had ever tried gin and tonic…

Then, a few hours later, she had invited her home…

Anna put her hand on her head. How much had she drunk last night? She remembered three glasses of beer and three glasses of gin & tonic. At least.

She was right. I did like that gin & tonic. A lot.

She could already feel the beginning of tomorrow's hangover forming in her head. Anna inhaled the hot steam as it soothed her burgeoning headache.

The rest of her memories were self-explanatory. A cab ride out of town, a mansion on a lonely hill, a soft bed, a warm embrace…

Man, what a night.

Stepping out of the shower, Anna saw no towels, but instead a plush white bathrobe hanging against the wall. Very plush, in fact – it was one of the most comfortable things she had ever worn. She felt regal just wearing it.

She considered the belt for a moment before deciding against it. In such an isolated place in the dead of night, who would see?

She opened the bathroom door, casting a shaft of white light into the bedroom.

Elsa lay on the bed, motionless, tucked into the king-sized bed. Her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her black bra, but she was mostly still dressed as she had been. She hadn't given Anna much of a chance to undress her.

Her picturesque body looked perfectly at home in the elegant bedroom, decorated in black and white. Even in the dark, the artful contrast was striking.

Her clothes, crumpled in a pile next to the bed, seemed very out of place. She elected to stick with the robe for the time being.

She looked at the clock and found, to her astonishment, that it was only three in the morning. Elsa, it seemed, had wasted no time getting her home.

Quietly, she walked to the door, making sure not to wake Elsa. No harm in exploring the house while she was asleep.

The rest of the house was just as opulent as the bedroom, with the monochrome theme continuing into the living room. Black & white paintings lined the walls, a thick black carpet covered the floor, and a grand piano sat in the corner of the room.

Anna approached the piano, gently strumming a few keys. A soft melody played, quickly swallowed by the silence of the night. She had always liked the sound of the piano, and even that simple melody brought a smile to her face.

For a few moments, she stood there, staring off into space.

Soon, she heard the bedroom door open behind her.

"Oh, sorry," she said, turning her head. "Did I wake you?"

"No," said Elsa, clothed as monochromatically as her house. "I've been lying awake for a while."

"Oh," Anna said, turning back to the piano.

"What was that song you just played?" Elsa asked.

"That? Oh, just a few random notes," Anna said.

The thick carpet masked the sound of Elsa's footsteps, so Anna didn't notice her approaching until she was standing right behind her.

"I like it," she said, almost whispering into Anna's ear.

"Tha…thanks," Anna said, startled by her proximity.

Elsa put her right hand on Anna's, which was hovering over the keys she had just played.

"Would…would you like me to play it again?" Anna asked.

Elsa put her other hand on Anna's shoulder. "I think I remember it," she said.

With her right hand, Elsa played out the same few notes that Anna had. Her left hand slid down Anna's shoulder, pulling the robe with it. Then, once the sequence was finished, she leaned forward and kissed Anna on the back of her neck.

Anna stood there, unmoving, as if Elsa had cast some sort of petrifying spell on her. She felt the heat of Elsa's body pressed so close to hers. She trembled, mostly out of anticipation for whatever might happen next.

Elsa played the sequence again, and her hand slid across Anna's bare midriff. She played it a third time, and she shrugged the robe off Anna's other shoulder.

"It's a lovely tune," she said softly as the bathrobe fell to the floor.

Anna shivered, naked in Elsa's arms. A few drops of water ran down her chest.

She was no longer in control of her body. She couldn't have moved from that spot if she tried.

Elsa took her right hand off the piano. She pushed two of her fingers into Anna's clit.

Anna gasped in surprise. Lightning shot through her body, filling her with pleasure from head to toe.

Elsa thrust deeper, and a new wave of euphoria rippled through her body. Her breath caught in her throat, and she fought to maintain what little composure she had left.

"You used the shower?" Elsa asked in a perfectly level voice.

She thrust her fingers forward again. Anna started to bend over, grasping at the side of the piano for support.

"Y-yes," she managed to say, panting.

"I thought so," Elsa said, pausing for a moment.

She leaned in. "You're dripping wet," she whispered into Anna's ear.

She pushed her fingers forward again, this time thrusting back and forth rhythmically.

Anna let out a guttural moan, tipping over even farther. She reached her arm out to stop her fall, and her hand hit the piano, playing a discordant blast of notes.

Elsa acted quickly, wrapping her left arm around Anna's waist for support even as her right hand moved faster.

Anna could barely move, barely speak, barely even see. Just about all she could do was moan in sheer pleasure as Elsa's fingers worked their magic.

Through all of this, Elsa was still perfectly calm.

"This house," she said, her voice tranquil as a still lake, "Do you like it?"

Anna, deprived of her speech, could only nod her head.

"Yes, it's rather nice, isn't it?" Elsa continued.

Anna's knees were weak. Without Elsa's arm holding her, she would have collapsed completely.

"It's spacious, and certainly pleasing to the eye," she continued, oblivious.

Anna's breathing accelerated as her pleasure continued to build.

Elsa leaned forward again, her body pressed against Anna's.

"But you know," she said, thrusting as fast as she could, "Every now and then, it gets a little lonely."

Anna felt the climax coming.

"Sometimes," Elsa whispered, "you just want somebody to hold."

Anna climaxed, screaming as the final wave of pleasure rocked through her body. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed.

Elsa withdrew her fingers, then wrapped her arm around Anna, holding her waist tightly with her now soaked right hand.

Anna lay there in her arms, panting for air. Slowly, her senses returned to her, and her heartbeat slowed.

Elsa leaned back, gently pulling Anna into an upright position. She held Anna firmly, drawing her body right up against hers. Anna put her hand on Elsa's chest, savoring the warmth of her skin.

"Were you going to leave?" Elsa asked in the softest, gentlest voice Anna had ever heard.

Anna looked up at her guiltily. "I was."

Elsa looked into her eyes. "Stay the night," she said, with the faintest hint of a plea revealing itself. "I'll drive you home…later."

"Okay," Anna said.

She didn't ask when 'later' might be. At that moment, she just wanted to stay in Elsa's arms forever.

They walked, in unison, back to the bedroom, Elsa still holding Anna in her arms. She only let go when they reached the bed, where she made sure to wrap the covers around Anna before climbing in herself.

The bed was warm and inviting, the immaculate sheets clinging to Anna's still moist body. Exhausted, Anna's eyes began to close almost the moment her head hit the pillow.

The last thing she saw before sleep claimed her was Elsa, climbing into the bed next to her, and turning towards her, staring in pure adoration.

She smiled.

That's the kind of face you want to wake up next to every day. For the rest of your life.

xxxxxxx

Inspired by a comic by Os-da, found on tumblr: post/114488774805