CHAPTER WARNINGS: Very light Domming/pain infliction, drunk flirting, incest references.

NOTES: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This fic really surprised me by going on as long as it did. Writing is always an adventure.

First and foremost, I'd like to thank you for the encouraging reviews you all left, and for reading even if you didn't review. It means a lot to me that I can still be writing this ship over two years later and get as many faves and follows as I do; gives me a strong sense of community. No fandom is perfect, but this fandom is family.

That said, this MAY be my last fanfic until at least December. As I said, November is always for NaNo to me, and I'll be hitting Scrivener hard and fast at midnight (despite running on 4 hours of sleep, rip). But that doesn't mean I'll forget about you guys! Either way, I hope you enjoy the finale and it gives you a sense of closure on the story of these very different sisters.

Until we meet again,

Jessex

~ EPILOGUE ~

"What a night!" Elsa laughed breathlessly as she burst in through her apartment door, flopping onto the couch the moment she was close enough. The door eventually slammed shut behind her, but she was already panting, "I didn't expect anyone from Castle Dynamics to let loose that much!"

"You should have," Belle giggled as she pulled Cindy down next to her. The strawberry blonde cackled, flailing her limbs in utter surprise. All that movement ruffled her elegant blue ball gown, light catching her shining glass slippers, which might have been a bit too ostentatious for a simple office party. However, she certainly was a smash, which was hard to argue with. "You know how much fun I am. Full well."

Pursing her lips, Elsa began to kick off her heels in the general direction of the door, throwing her clutch after where they lay to form a small pile. "Shhh, don't wake the neighbours! It's almost three in the morning!"

"They won't mind, will they?" Cindy asked with another giggle, pushing Belle away because the brunette had begun to tickle her. Again. Exactly as she had the entire Uber ride back to the apartment. "It's the holidays!"

Swatting at Belle's arm, Elsa stood on shaky legs, groaning at the ache in her feet. Privately, she wished her sister was around to give her another of those massages. "Ohhh, it's so good to get those off! Why do I always forget not to dance in heels?"

"Because this is maybe the second time you've ever been dancing in your life, Nieves," Belle snorted.

"True. Very true." Then she swayed slightly and asked, "Anybody want a drink?"

"You've had enough," Cindy remarked.

"Not that kind! I meant a seltzer or a water." Then she smirked. "Actually, I have the ingredients for smoothies, if you're interested."

At the mention of smoothies, her bubbly coworker's bemused grin turned even more excited. "Point me at 'em! You take a seat, Elsa, I can be a good guest and pitch in!"

"My little domesticated scullery maid," Belle teased, and Cindy rolled her eyes and flicked her ear as she stood, flouncing toward the kitchen too quickly for the swipe at her behind to find its target.

Elsa peered over in her general direction, making sure she wasn't about to return. Even in her inebriated state — which was far less inebriated than the other two believed, as she had only had a flute or two of champagne, nursed incredibly slowly — she was able to exercise discretion.

"You should stop that."

"Stop what?" Belle asked, now removing her own golden gladiator heels. It was a long labour.

"Flirting with innocent little Miss Arbeit. She's straight."

"Just because that's your opinion, and hers, doesn't mean it's true."

"You did the same thing to Tiana all night," she continued to accuse while pointing at her. "And she came as my guest! Luckily for you, she's used to guys at the diner coming on too strong, and very practiced at spurning those advances."

"Then no harm, no foul, right?" Her lips twitched when Elsa sighed. "Fine, but she never even got mad or anything; I'm not totally insensitive. Besides, you can see that I'm not making little Cindy Lou Who uncomfortable. Just let me have my fun. What's the harm, really?"

Throwing up both hands, she grunted, "Suit yourself. But you know what I'll do to you if you take advantage of her when she's tipsy."

At that, Belle frowned. It wasn't even the threat, as it turned out. "I would never and you know it. I might be a sadist, but I'm not a creep; I'm all about keeping things safe, sane, and consensual. Even without the BDSM credo, I have a lot of respect for Cindy."

"Good to hear that. But you know I only said it not because I needed to know, but because-"

"Because you thought I needed to be reminded," she finished in a flat tone, dropping her sandals onto the floor beneath the coffee table and propping up her feet on top of it, next to Guanyin's permanent perch. "Yeah, yeah. I disagree with that, but I hear you loud and clear." Then she rested a hand on Elsa's thigh through her violet-and-teal dress — the one she had needled her into wearing, even roping other friends into encouraging her to go all out for the party. Despite her reticence, and how much leg and cleavage it showed off, she had to admit it really did accentuate her figure. Even old Westleton had let slip an "Oh my!" at seeing her walk in, dressed to kill.

"So does that mean I'm ending up in your bed tonight? Since you are obviously stone cold sober, and Cindy is definitely not."

"Not quite stone cold," Elsa replied through gritted teeth. She had stopped pushing Belle's hand away during these situations after a few months. "But I'm more aware of what's happening than either of you are."

"I'm very aware. As aware as I am of what I would want out of our last night, if you're as sober as I think you are."

Sighing, Elsa glanced again at the kitchen, then back at Belle. "Just because I consented to a few scenes with you, and they were entertaining, doesn't mean this was supposed to bleed into the rest of my life. Cindy already suspects after what you said when she helped us fix the copier!"

"That was an honest slip," Belle cooed, stroking up and down. Elsa's shiver was more real than she wanted to admit. "And I covered."

"You claimed 'Mistress' was supposed to be 'Miss Priss'. It worked, but she still sized us up for the rest of the day. I think she saw through it!"

Shrugging, Belle leaned over to kiss Elsa, a quick one, a stolen one — and was blocked by a hand. She kissed that instead, then drew back to whisper, "You still won't?"

"Not that. Sorry."

"But Anna gave you her blessing. Both of us; you even had me ask her directly, which was not my idea of fun. I just… I don't understand why you're so uptight, even all this time later."

It wasn't that Elsa didn't see the disappointment in Belle's eyes. The annoyance that mixed with true regret. But she stood firm. "I know. She's a lot freer with these things than I am. But I don't want to kiss a single set of lips other than Anna's for the rest of my life, and you know that. End of discussion." Under her breath, she added, "Again."

Frowning down at her hands for a second, Belle shrugged, then leaned up and kissed her cheek instead. It was not a romantic gesture, but one of consolation, and Elsa nodded in gratitude. Those were permissible. "I'm sorry. I try to respect your boundaries, Mistress. I just… I have desires, that's all."

"A lot of them, yes." Her head tipped in the direction of the kitchen, but Belle was distracted.

"The Beast is irritated with you," she whispered, eyes coquettish as she ran her fingertip along the neckline of her own pale yellow dress.

"Oh? And why should he be?"

"You won't-" The sound of the blender firing up gave them both a start. Belle rolled her eyes and continued. "You commanded me not to… do a certain something. And he's irritated. He's getting tired of blowjobs and handjobs, you know." Her legs squirmed as she tried to keep her seat.

"What do I care? That's between you and him."

"But… he says it chafes. When he goes down on me."

Elsa's eyes flashed, but it was a practiced, theatrical gesture. "Are you defying me?"

"No, Mistress," Belle replied hurriedly, ducking her head.

"Then will you continue to abstain?"

"Yes, Mistress. Until you are satisfied." Her cheeks were even slightly pink, which was somewhat out of character for the confident woman, as she added, "And… I have done all you asked."

Nodding her understanding, Elsa crossed her legs in the other direction, trying to abate the feeling that the stroking of her leg had sparked. Seemed they were both feeling the mild thrill of their discussion, and all it referenced. "Good kitten." When Belle let out a low moan that threatened to sound like a purr, she made a helpless gesture. "This still isn't feeling any more normal to me, you know. If Anna were here, I wouldn't even entertain the idea of any of this stuff with you."

"And if Anna were here, I'd ask if she wanted to try a 'group activity'," Belle breathed against Elsa's neck, prompting more shivers and a lip curl. "But… I know you wouldn't want that."

"You do, do you? And why not?" she asked for the sake of argument.

"Because you would punch me in the face if I so much as laid a fingertip on your precious little sister. I know you at least that well."

The statement was absolutely true. However, all she said was, "And you'd like it."

"Maybe I would. But I wouldn't like you being upset by something I did again; not truly upset, outside of play. I do that on accident often enough that I don't want to do it on purpose."

That was true. And Belle looked so earnest in her desire not to damage their odd friendship any more than she already had that Elsa felt compelled to throw her a bone. So she reached over and gripped her breast hard, twisting just until she heard a quiet gasp over the sound of the blender.

"See that you don't, slave."

"Y-yes, Mistress!" Still gasping from the twisting, she let out a sigh when Elsa released her. "Ohhh… ooh, ow."

"And… thank you for getting it. Me and Anna, and… why things have to be the way they are."

Belle shrugged as she sat back up, cheeks flushed and breath coming faster but quickly trying to compose herself. "A-anytime. I know I'm a stupid slut, but you are a good friend first, and a Mistress second. And the not-so-oblivious target of my affections third."

"You're not even the tiniest bit subtle," Elsa snorted. "How on earth could I be oblivious to that?"

Belle was about to open her mouth to say something when Cindy waddled back into the room, precariously balancing three glasses in her hands. "Here we go! I found some mango and papaya, and threw in a few strawberries! Smells incredible, but I haven't tasted it yet!"

"Ooh, looks good," Belle gushed in a voice Elsa privately knew was as fake as Cindy's bottle tan, but she merely accepted her smoothie and didn't remark on it.

"Thanks! I do my best!" Then she lifted her glass. "Well, what should we toast?"

"To Christmas!" Belle attempted, and they all snorted. None of them were that fussed about the holiday itself. "Alright, alright… uh, to friendship?"

"Pretty clichéd," Elsa laughed.

"Fine. To Anna."

As Elsa was shooting her a glare, which Belle returned with a smirk, Cindy pointed at the two of them in recognition. "Right, right, your friend from before. You guys are pretty close, huh?"

"Pretty close, yes." Still glaring at Belle, she said, "I'm going to see her during my vacation. Ring in the New Year together."

"Really? She's down in Brazil? I've always wanted to see South America." Her wistful eyes were on the windows, so she didn't notice Belle leaning closer, laying her hand over Cindy's free one. Elsa did, but she held her tongue for the moment. "Wanna see a lot of the world. But here we are, stuck in Arendelle Cove. Well, not you, Elsa. You're off to see Rio!"

"I'm off," she giggled in agreement as she sipped at her smoothie. It really was quite delicious.

"Lucky," Belle said, still leaning closer to Cindy even as she spoke to Elsa. "But then again, I've gone to visit relatives in France a time or two, so I guess I'm not as landlocked as you guys. Before now, anyway."

"Not starting tomorrow," Elsa said easily enough as she watched Cindy cuddle back out of instinct. "I've been looking forward to this trip for… oh, a long time."

Belle's smirk said so much that she didn't even bother to give voice to her thoughts on that. Which Elsa appreciated. Instead, she merely pushed her lips into Cindy's neck and said, "Come with me to France while Elsa goes to be with Anna in Rio! Let's elope, ma cherie!"

"STOP!" Cindy cackled, legs windmilling again as she slapped Belle's arm. "You're so bad! God, you're taking me back to my college days!"

The instant that phrase was out of her mouth, Elsa and Belle both exchanged a look. Cindy was too busy wiping her eyes and giggling to notice Belle's wolfish grin, but all Elsa had to do was point a finger at her and she rolled her eyes, backing off.

By the time they reached bottom of the smoothie glasses, they had talked a little more about Anna, skirting her identity as Elsa's sister. She, Belle, and Anna, via various long distance communications, had all agreed it was fortunate that Cindy never overheard that she was her blood-related sibling, as they could omit that from all discussions. Sure, the fact that they both had the same last name could present future problems, nevermind more in-depth discussions about their childhood and familial backgrounds, but for the time being they were able to simply avoid mentioning that. Eventually, when Anna moved back to Arendelle Cove, it would be a lot easier for people to accept them as a couple if they never knew they were related in the first place. It might be deceptive, but it was better than dealing with a lot of religious proselytizing and incest-shaming. The homophobia would probably be bad enough by itself.

Also during that conversation, Belle kept up her flirting with Cindy. She was just subtle enough about it that it could all be laughed off, but eventually, she started flirting back, exaggeratedly so it could not be seen as anything other than joking. Elsa was privately impressed, but still headed off a few lewd or unfortunate things that Cindy would regret doing once the alcohol left her system.

Which the leftover Chinese food helped with. After that, Cindy was beginning to seem less inebriated and more like her old self, and she responded to Belle's semi-flirty attentions with more thoughtfulness, more curiosity. Finally, the moment came when it couldn't be ignored any longer.

"A lot more than I care to admit," Elsa was laughing. "I know Belle put that song on for me personally."

"Of course I did! You and Janet, a match made in heaven." Then she threw her arms around the strawberry blonde and cried out, "Just like me and Cindy Lou Who!"

Though Cindy did laugh, possibly at the Grinch reference rather than the rest of it, she said, "You sure do lay it on pretty thick, even though we're both women! I'd almost ask what you're packing under that dress!"

"Oh? You really wanna know?"

"NO!" she guffawed, and Elsa had to laugh, as well; maybe Belle had hit a wall. "But you have bigger balls than most of the men I've dated!"

"Big, hairy, brass ones," she confirmed with a nod, and Cindy laughed, even while Elsa pursed her lips. "Seriously, though, I'm having a lot of fun teasing you. But if it's pissing you off, I'll stop."

"Nah," Cindy admitted with a bashful smile. "I don't mind being teased by you, a little. Just don't make a habit out of it Monday morning!"

Elsa's mouth was dropping open, but she slapped it closed when Cindy turned in her direction. Maybe the situation wasn't as hopeless as she had previously surmised.

Within another half hour, they were beginning to droop. Elsa fetched out three nightgowns, apologising for them being too big for her more petite friends at the same time as Belle was assuring her they were just fine. Teasing Belle about "peeping on her", Cindy remained to change in the living room while the other two changed in the bathroom.

"You are incredible," Elsa observed as they peeled themselves out of uncomfortable dresses. "Seriously, in-fucking-credible."

"Who's got you swearing like that?" Belle laughed, hanging hers over the shower curtain rod. She raised her hands to take Elsa's, then put it in the same place alongside. "But yeah… I'd love to score with her. Make the office even more interesting."

"Is that all she is to you? A score?"

"No one is 'just' a score," Belle admonished. "You, or Beast, or Cindy… you're all very important to me. And I know, it still doesn't make sense to you, I know. But it's the truth: I like you guys a lot, as good friends." Then she shrugged and added as she began to take off her jewellery, "I just also wanna fuck you."

Elsa began to do the same, and soon enough they had laid it all out on the back of the sink and were taking down their hair. Then she whispered, "I must be terribly disappointing in that aspect."

"Not terribly. But… of course I wish you were up for more than you are." Frowning, she paused to lay a hand on her forearm. "I'm sorry if I come across as ruthless. Maybe I am. But it's because I'm very eager to play with you. It's alright that you don't want me getting you off directly, or kissing you, or anything more romantic than a desperation cuddle now and then. I get it."

After considering that, Elsa patted the hand. "I know, kitten. But I'm still sorry I can't provide more." Sighing, she began to wipe her makeup off with a moist towelette. "Maybe Cindy can fill that need for you, hmm?"

"Yeah, right," Belle snorted, unclasping her bra. "This has been fun, but I think I've reached the end of the line. She's pretty set on staying 'gal pals'. Which is fine. Friends are good, with or without benefits."

"Sure, sure." When Belle bumped her hip into hers, she chuckled. "Who knows? She seemed to be getting more receptive out there just now to me. Anyway, at the very least, maybe we can hang out with her more often. She's… nice, for a vanilla."

Again, she snorted and bumped their hips together as she said, "Look at you, picking up the lingo! But… yeah, maybe there's some tiny speck of hope. I'm glad I stopped giving her so much grief. Treat people how they want to be treated. Isn't that the old saying?"

"Exactly." Down to their underwear and about to slide on their gowns, Elsa turned to her and put her hands on her hips. "Alright. Let's try it."

"Okay," Belle said in a mock-glum tone, like a small child being told to clean their room. But she obediently pushed down her panties, waiting for what came next.

And as she had done the last several times, Elsa crouched in front of her, pressing her face in close to the union of her thighs. Belle's entire pubic area was covered in hair; she waxed to the bikini line, and above the usual waistline, but had stopped shaving the rest at her Mistress's command. Closing her eyes, she began to breathe in the scent there, letting it wash over her, fill her lungs.

"W-well?" Belle asked with ill-concealed curiosity after nearly a minute had gone by. At last, Elsa sat back with a shrug. "Aw, come on!"

"Sorry. Not quite as good. But I do enjoy the scent, just so you know."

"But I did everything you said! Used the same soap she uses, and I didn't use any today on that area; just rinsed! Like, here I am, trying to resist my usual hygiene and cultivate a full bush of vagina-smell for you and your osmophilia, and just… it's 'okay'?!"

The smile on Elsa's face was quite contented. "Better than 'okay', Belle. I promise. But it's not Anna."

"Never could be, I guess." With a heavy sigh, she widened her thighs. "Maybe if you breathed deeper, longer?"

"I'd pass out if I breathe deep for long," Elsa laughed, and Belle couldn't help but join in. Still, she didn't want to seem ungrateful, so she leaned in, drawing in more of the pungent aroma, and allowed herself to enjoy it to the fullest. Her coworker was quite fragrant, and she had to resist the temptation to taste what she was scenting. But that could be left for another time; in the end, she did sit back again, patting her hip. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mistress," she said formally, pulling up her underwear. As they both reached for their gowns, she asked, "Will you let me try y-"

"Not right now. And I don't like growing out my hair, so it will hardly be worth it."

"Then have you thought over me growing out my armpi-"

"NO. I'm only interested in that from Anna. It's… special to me. And I know this is weird, believe me."

"You're the boss, Boss." Shrugging, Belle jingled Elsa's necklace as she helped unhook and remove her bra, being kind enough not to watch as she slid the gown on over her half-nude form. "We're both pretty weird. I respect that your 'weird' is as significant as mine, and it doesn't make you a bad person."

"That's all I can hope for, I guess. And I told you to stop calling me 'Boss', I'm not Michael Scott."

"Thank God for that! I may be pansexual, but Steve Carell is not on my list." Then she reached up to pat the side of one of Elsa's breasts. "Hope you're ready to explain why you're so pokey to Cindy out there."

Flushing very slightly once her attention was drawn to it, she grunted sarcastically, "Oh, yes. I'm ready to tell her I like smelling sweaty vagina-fur. Should go over pretty great."

"I'm really rubbing off on you." Belle opened her mouth to crack a joke about her own line, then waved a hand. "Too easy, nevermind."

"You're a one-woman show, you know that?" But just to show Belle she wasn't truly upset with her, she gave her a hard pinch on the side of her breast, prompting a sound halfway between a moan and a gasp of pain. Regardless of which was more prominent, the masochist was smiling all the while.

As it turned out, however, there was no need to explain anything to Cindy. She was already fast asleep on the couch, having half-pulled a throw blanket over her body after donning the gown — backwards.

"So you were right," Belle whispered as they adjourned to the bedroom. "She wasn't in any state of mind to bang me, even if she's as bisexual as I'm guessing. I lose, you win."

"We all win. Maybe now you and she can actually enjoy each other instead of her feeling rushed, or you racing to 'dom' her before she's ready." As the brunette sighed in mock disgust, they climbed into the bed, pulling the covers up over their shoulders. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mistress."

Five minutes had passed before Belle embraced her from behind, shivering. Elsa rolled over easily enough, wrapping her arms around the woman and soothing her with kind words and gentle hands.

"Sorry," Belle breathed, voice still fragile and small under the veneer of indifference. "I just… you know. My ghosts."

"It's okay," Elsa told her firmly, keep her voice soft and comforting as she pressed her mouth into Belle's hair. "I'm not her. I won't hurt you, or leave you like she did."

"But you are. Tomorrow." Before Elsa could even open her mouth again, she growled, "Stupid. Don't answer that, it's really stupid and I have no right. I know you're coming back… in my head, anyway."

"You have every right." Kissing the crown of her head, Elsa slowly smoothed up and down her back again, thinking for a minute or so. "Maybe Cindy could do this for you soon enough, if you play your cards right."

"Nobody deserves to put up with my desperation cuddles," she breathed in a broken voice.

"That isn't true. You're a good woman, Des Rosiers. If I can see it and Beast can see it, somebody else will."

But as they were lying there, Elsa still trying to think of more to say and coming up empty, she suddenly heard a text alert noise — a music box soundfont playing the first eight notes of "Escapade". It was Anna; these days, it was always Anna. She had messaged at least ten times during the office party, just to make sure Elsa was having a good time and that she wasn't going to drive while drunk. Rolling over, she retrieved her phone from where she had laid it on the nightstand.

'Felt u were sad. Don't worry sis, everythings going 2 b ok. The day I decided 2 follow the leylines telling me u needed me and came back 2 the cove was the smartest thing my dumb ass ever did. Thank u for being everything I'm not & everything I need. We only have each other, its just u & me (& Belle lol). I love u deeper & wider than any ocean, my queen w the bodacious booty. I'll see u soon, Tiny Dancer! And then after that… I'M MOVING HOME! Can't wait 2 kiss u again!'

In lieu of a signature, there was an emoji of a face blowing a kiss.

"How does she do that?" she breathed contentedly. "Almost makes me believe all that nonsense about chakras."

"Anna?" Belle asked when she saw Elsa's elated features.

"Yeah."

"How many hits is her handpan video up to now on YouTube? You made her a superstar. At least she'll probably be able to sell tickets to hippy-dippy New Age concerts when she's back here to stay." No answer. After a few seconds, she asked, "Is… everything alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. Completely fine."

"Do you wanna share?"

"Not right away. I'll savour this for a little bit. But… I do want to share this feeling with you." After tapping out a brief, affectionate response, she laid the phone back down in its rightful spot next to the framed Post-It and rolled over to embrace Belle even tighter, sighing into her hair. "I know this is awkward almost all the time, but thank you so much for… for being there, keeping me grounded when I panicked about the distance and the time. Standing in as a glorified body pillow. You're fantastic in my book."

"Thank you, Mistress," Belle breathed, relaxing by an obvious margin. Then her fingers reached up to toy with the little hand-shaped charm that was always hanging from around Elsa's neck. "I'm… gonna miss you."

"Oh, I'll miss you, too. Even if I'm enjoying myself with Anna doesn't mean I won't think about you. We'll pick you up some kind of souvenir if we see something you would typically like."

Pouting very slightly, Belle finally released Elsa after a brief kiss on her neck and rolled away, yawning, "She better know how lucky she is. I'd be mad at coming in second place if I didn't know she's really the one for you."

"Anna knows. Our energies resonate. She's the light in my dark."

"Wow, what a hipster. You're so gay."

As Elsa clutched the charm in the center of her chest, she whispered, "For my sister? You're damn right I am."

~ THE END ~