Chapter 24: I'm making today a perfect day (and night).

It's only been a week since the trial and, let me tell you, I feel a lot better now. Like the weight of the world… no, the universe has been lifted off my shoulders. It took me a while to take it all in, of course. To accept that I'm now free from that wicked man I used to call my father. Eventually I managed, somehow, partially thanks to the fact that Anna, her parents and I (and sometimes kai and Gerda too) have been sightseeing and visiting new places. Relaxing and having fun, and that appeased me a little. What helped the most though, was the idea Anna had to help me get rid of my father (and no, we didn't throw him off a cliff, as much as she wanted to), even if at first I had my doubts about it.

Her idea was for me to sell my part of the company to my father's most important competitor, which, together with the damage the outcome of the trial caused on his public image, forced the board to remove him and chose another CEO. So now he has no influence or power anymore… and I'm richer than him, which I'm still trying to process. I mean, I was basically poor a week ago, and now I'm a millionaire! It's just… weird. But I'm planning to use all that newly acquired money and freedom wisely. For example, I've already paid Anna's parents the money they spent on me, even if they didn't let me pay for everything, and when I return to the USA, I'm going to reward Kai and Gerda for their generosity… but my biggest plan right now is to take Anna on a date.

I've been planning this all week; everything has been taken care of, down to the smallest detail. Not surprisingly the most difficult part wasn't to rent a limousine and a jeep, or to reserve a table at a luxurious restaurant. No, the most difficult part was to ask permission from her parents, because let's be honest, they're way too over protective of her. Mostly her father. I still feel chills when I remember the glare he sent me when I told him I wouldn't be returning with Anna until the next day… yeah, I'm planning to spend the night with her. And it was pretty obvious. Still, her mother is less strict and with her help I was able to obtain his permission too. And now we're going on a date. I just hope it all goes well.

"Are you ready, Anna?" I ask, entering her room, only to see her fighting with that unruly mane of hers.

"Just… one second." She answers, wincing when a strand of hair gets caught on the brush. I giggle; watching Anna brush her hair is always a spectacle. "Ugh… you know how difficult my hair is in the mornings."

"That's true." I reply smiling as I approach her. "May I?" I gesture to her brush. I really want to run my hands through her soft hair.

"Huh? You wanna brush my hair?" She asks surprised; after all, I've never done that. Still, she hands me the brush.

"Of course! I love your hair!" I answer as I start untangling her hair as gently as possible. I have to admit though, it really looks like a bird's nest right now.

"You say that now. Wait until you're finished with it." She smirks.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." I protest even if, as I brush a knot that doesn't want to untangle, I'm starting to think otherwise. "You just need a bit of conditioner."

"I hate that thing." She says grumpily, which in turn makes me laugh. That's so Anna.

Then we fall in a comfortable silence, only interrupted by her occasional grunts and protests whenever her hair rebels against me. I'm enjoying this quite a lot though, partially because Anna's hair, once it's been smoothed, feels like fine silk on my fingers. But also because the sense of closeness I feel while doing this. It's like it connects me to Anna in a whole new level, making my heart flutter and my skin tingle. It's so intimate and romantic… I almost sigh in disappointment when I finish braiding it.

"There, it's done." I announce, finally releasing her.

"Thanks Elsa." She smiles at me. "Now I think it's your turn."

"But Anna, I've already combed my hair." I retort, pointing at my bun.

"Yeah, like you were going to some office meeting, or other serious shit like that." She answers. "I mean, I like your bun, you know? But it makes me feel like you're going to take me to see the kings of Norway or something." I mentally chuckle at her words. I mean, my bun is not so regal… is it?

"Okay… what do you suggest?" I relent, against my better judgement.

"Braid!" She answers enthusiastically.

"But…"

"Aw, come on, it's been ages since I last saw you wearing your usual braid!" She insists, giving me those puppy dog eyes that always melt any resistance I may have.

"Fine." I sigh, handing her the hairbrush. "Just… promise me you won't take long; the driver is already waiting for us."

"Wait… driver?" She asks as she gets up and lets me sit in front of the mirror.

"Yeah." I shrug casually, but deep down I'm boiling in excitement. I bet this will impress Anna.

"I already am in love with you, you know? You don't need to woo me." She teases as she starts freeing my hair.

"I know." I chuckle, and then add, knowing she'll be even more mind-blown: "I'm just not confident enough to drive a limo on my own."

"You rented a fucking limo?!" She shrieks, clearly impressed, which makes me smile. "H-how… Whe-… Why?!"

"Because I wanted to woo you, despite the fact that I know you're already in love with me." I shrug, looking at her lovingly through the mirror.

"Does that mean you want to get into my pants?" She asks and, despite the fact she says it like a joke, my face turns scarlet red and I try to stammer some excuse for my actions, but I'm not able to form words, because yeah… that's the plan.

"Relax, I was just kidding." Anna assures me, but I still can see that she's blushing too. Maybe she's thinking about having sex too? Probably, I mean, she's been asking for it for months, so… It wouldn't surprise me. But it scares me a little. If she's really that eager… what if I disappoint her? What it it's not as she imagined and she ends up not wanting to have sex anymore? And what if then she breaks up with me? What if…?

I take a deep breath. I need to relax. It's just… this whole sex thing makes me so anxious. I try to concentrate on Anna's fingers softly caressing my scalp in order to calm down, and thankfully it works, even if it kind of… turns me on. Such a small action. I truly am an unexperienced virgin… but then again, so is she, so maybe this won't be so difficult. I hope.

Soon enough, most of my hair is on a single thick braid, but, as I look at the mirror I notice that my bangs are way larger than I remember.

"I need a haircut." I say, trying to brush them out of my vision field.

"Maybe…" Anna answers as she searches for something on her drawers before pulling out a can of spray gel. "Close your eyes." She instructs me before pulling back my bangs and using the spray to fix them in that position. I soon open my eyes and look at my reflection, and I don't know what to think of it. I mean, it doesn't look bad, and I even like it a little, but… I'm not used to have such a free look. Even when I braided it before, it looked so different, more… constricted.

"Wow." Anna breathes in awe, which makes me feel better about my hairstyle.

"You like it?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair, marveling at how it doesn't lose its shape, despite moving when I touch it.

"I love it!" She beams. "What about you?"

"I think I do too." I finally admit smiling. It doesn't look childish like my old braid, nor does it look as regal as my bun. No, it's more… sexy, if I dare say it. For the first time, I think I look sexy, and all because of this simple braid. Maybe it was a good thing after all.

Suddenly, I realize we've already lost too much time, and get up to hurry out of the hotel.

"Come on, we're going late." I say, taking Anna's hand and dragging her with me.

Thank god the limo has a panel that allows the driver not to see or hear anything that's happening on the back sit, because Anna starts devouring me the moment I close the door. I'm on top of her though, which feels weird since Anna usually prefers to be on top. But she doesn't complain and so neither do I; it's been a while since we were able to make out like this, after all.

The drive to our destination only takes twenty minutes though, but I don't mind since I know this will be great and Anna will love it, even if she doesn't want to get out at first. Which forces me to drag her until we're standing at the docks. Our first destination is the fjord, a calm lake that merges with the ocean with lots and lots of boats, yachts, sailboats and people taking pictures. It's been a while since I've been here, but it's just as beautiful as I remember. I just hope Anna likes it too.

"You like it?" I ask turning to see her smiling face.

"Of course!" She exclaims with such excitement I don't doubt her one second.

"I'm glad, because I thought you'd like an opportunity to see it up close." I reply, taking her hand and walking to where the kayaks are. Yes, kayaks. Originally I wanted a sailboat, but I figured a kayak was a lot easier to manage. Plus, when I was little I always wanted to try one of these, even if father didn't approve.

"Wait… we're going to get into a boat?" Anna asks nervously.

"Not exactly." I reply, stopping in front of our transports.

"Kayaks?" She exclaims, surprised. Now I'm feeling a bit insecure. Maybe she expected something fancier?

"Well… If you want. I could always rent a boat instead…" I say nervously, but she soon rushes to take my hand.

"I love kayaks." She assures me, extinguishing my fears. "I've never been in one though. I'll probably end up drowning." She adds playfully.

"Well then, we'll drown together." I reply with a smile before going to speak with the guy organizing the kayak trips and paying him for one hour (I thought that maybe half an hour would be better to start, but Anna normally has much more energy than I do, so…). Then I gesture to Anna to go put on a lifejacket before the guy instructs us how to get into those things, hold the paddles and row. Let me tell you, I didn't really get a hang of these things, but I still don't protest when he tells us to paddle (each in our own kayak) towards the crystal blue waters.

Not even five minutes later and my arms already feel like they're on fire (I really need to do more exercise), and the paddles feel like they weigh a ton. Combined with my lack of comfort due to this reduced space and my soaking wet jacket, this was already going horribly. Which is probably why I end up going in circles. And Anna does to, which makes me feel better about myself… and worse about the date. It was supposed to be perfect!

I keep trying though. I try with all my might to move forward and not let my exhaustion show, thinking that maybe this will motivate Anna and the date won't be ruined, but instead I soon hear her giggle.

"What?" I ask, looking at her curiously, but glad that she isn't mad or anything.

"Nothing." She shrugs. "You just look so cute when you're trying to row."

"You too." I say, but my concentration never leaves the paddles.

"At least I can move in a straight line." She answers playfully, splashing a little bit of water towards me and starting rowing at a great speed, obviously trying to show off… only to end up soaked from head to toes because of the splashing, and spitting out water.

"Riiiight." I roll my eyes at her antics as I somehow manage to approach her kayak. "I doubt you can do that without falling in." I tease, to which Anna answers blowing a raspberry at me and trying to row again… with the exact same result. I can't help chuckling and following her. At least she seems to be having fun and, as long as she's happy, so am I.

When Anna finally admits, half an hour later, that she can't possibly lift her arms anymore (I had given up on rowing long before that), we finally head back to the dock. Then, we go to a coffee shop to rest and relax, otherwise we wouldn't be able to move by the time we arrive at our next destination: an ice rink.

Even if we're both sore and Anna doesn't know how to skate, I insist on it because I really love ice-skating and I haven't done it in ages… nine years actually. Since my brother's death.

No, I'm not going there. This is supposed to be a happy day.

We go inside, I pay for the both of us (it's nice to be the one paying for a change), we each take a pair of skates and step into the rink… only for Anna to immediately slip and almost fall, if not for her firm crutch on the railing. She still looks like she'll fall at any moment though. Her terrified expression is kinda comical actually, but maybe that's because skating is just natural to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, amused.

"I-I'm fine." She lies and I raise a skeptical eyebrow. "Really." She insists, taking one wobbling step to prove her point. "See?" She says proudly before her legs slip in opposite directions, making her tighten her grip on the railing until her knuckles turn white. "Okay, maybe not so fine." She admits smiling as I approach her and help her regain a standing position.

"Don't worry, its normal." I assure her. "It took me a while to learn how to skate too."

"Did you take classes?"

"No… my brother did. He… he taught me." I answer, the mention of Jack making a twinge of pain flash through my heart. I try to shut it down, but it's still quite difficult.

"Oh." She says, clearly noticing how her question affected me. "Well… I hope he taught you well, because you're now dealing with the clumsiest student ever." She giggles, obviously trying to cheer me up. Honestly her smile is so infectious, that it makes the pain in my heart disappear as if it had never been there.

"Aw, come on. You're not that clumsy." I counter.

"Try me." She answers defiantly.

"Very well." I agree to the challenge, taking her hand and trying to explain her how to glide on the ice without falling. I'm actually kind of glad she doesn't know how to skate, because it gives me an excuse to be near her.

Anna's first steps are… well, I've seen better. I think she really is as clumsy as she said; she almost endes up falling like ten times in less than five minutes. If I hadn't been holding her hand and determined not to let go of her, she'd be all wet and cold right now. After a while, however, she was able to let go of the railing and just clutch onto my arm as I dragged her across the rink, but as much as I liked the contact… it still hurt a lot, especially after almost an hour of kayaking.

"Anna, relax. You're going to break my arm." I joke, trying not to make her feel bad about it.

"Sorry." She says sheepishly as she relaxes her grip a little, making me internally sigh in relief. "I really don't want to fall. What if someone skates over my hand and cuts off my fingers?" She asks, making me laugh in amusement.

"You know these blades are not sharp enough to do that, right?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"R-really?" She blushes, clearly ashamed.

"Don't worry, it's usual for people to think that because they indeed were that sharp before."

"Oh." She nods in understanding before looking up at me and getting lost in my eyes as I get lost in hers. We're so close I could kiss her right now, and I really want to, except that I know this would distract her and make her slip… which is exactly what happens a second later when Anna keeps staring at my lips.

Not noticing the guy that was skating in front of her, Anna collides with him, letting go of my arm in the process, freaking out and stumbling desperately trying to regain her equilibrium. I quickly rush to help her, but the momentum she has is enough to send us both crashing to the ground, Anna on top of me. I feel all the air leaving my lungs, but at least nothing more painful than that. I didn't break anything.

Suddenly though, I notice exactly where Anna's head landed, and she seems to notice it too.

"Oh my god! Elsa, I'm sorry." She hastily apologizes, blushing madly as she distances herself from me. I would have believed her apology if her eyes hadn't been glued to the spot where she was before: my breasts. No, she's not sorry. I'm ashamed to admit how little this upsets me.

"I-It's fine." I say blushing too at the intensity of her stare, remembering how good her head felt there. "It happens." I try to brush it off for both of our sakes as I stand up and help Anna do so too.

"Oh, gosh, I hope your jacket won't get wet." Anna says once we're both on our feet, eying my ice-covered back.

"Don't worry; it's waterproof." I assure her, to which she nods, but starts cleaning my jacket nonetheless. Everything is fine until I feel her hand touching a little lower than it should and I let out an involuntary squeak. Hearing this, Anna jerks back her hand as if it had been burned.

"Sorry… again." She apologizes noticeably flustered. "I-it's just… you jacket is too low, and so I didn't notice… not like your… ehem… butt isn't noticeable; it is. I mean, I see it all the time. Well, not all the time, that'd be creepy, but…"

"Anna." I interrupt her before this situation gets more awkward. "It's fine, I think I got the point." I smile nervously, hoping she doesn't notice how much I actually liked it.

"Right." She nods quickly, before clearing her throat clearly ashamed of what she'd just said. "Ugh… I think I'll just go sit down for a while." She points to the benches that are just outside the rink.

"O-of course." I agree, glad to get some distance from her so I can calm down my racing heart. "I'll just skate around a few times." Just as I say this, I realize Anna won't be able to get anywhere on her own. "Do you want to me to help you get there?" Anna nods as an answer and I gladly lead her out of the rink.

So, for half an hour I just kept skating across the ice while Anna watched. Of course I felt guilty about it and insisted her to join me, but she just said she was tired and preferred to see me gliding so gracefully. I blushed at her words and decided to keep skating, this time taking note of how her eyes never left my body. It made my cheeks warm a lot, but it also made me feel a little more confident about myself… and about my plans for tonight.

Finally, after a while, I convinced Anna to return to the rink, and this time she did a lot better. Then we went to the cinema and watched a movie (in Norwegian, of course) that I tried to translate for Anna, but she kept interrupting me via kissing, making it impossible to say a word. After a while I gave up on watching the movie altogether and instead started kissing Anna back. It was a good thing I bought tickets for the back row.

Then I took her to dinner at a very fancy restaurant near the fjord. I was worried at first that the food might have been too exotic for Anna, since everything was Norwegian, but she seemed to like it, so I just smiled and didn't bring it up. We chatted a little about many subjects while listening to the soft music as the sunset light filtered through the windows. Yes, it was very romantic; I chose this restaurant because of that.

Now we're exciting the restaurant, and just in time, since the sun is already settling under the horizon, but as I search the jeep I rented with my eyes, Anna asks:

"Uh, where's the…?"

"The limo?" I say and she nods. "As nice as it is, it won't be able to take us to our next destination."

"Our next destination? I thought we were going back to the hotel now." She says clearly surprised. It worries me that she doesn't want to spend more time with me, but I manage to hide it. "You know my father will kill us if we don't return on time."

Oh, so that's the problem.

"He would." I agree, remembering his glare. "If I hadn't asked for permission." I add with a little grin.

"How long do we have?" She asks, still concerned.

"Don't worry about it now." I shrug it off, not wanting her to know yet that I'm planning to sleep together. "Come." I guide her to the blue jeep I rented and she eyes it in disbelief.

"Uh… you'll drive?" She asks uneasy. It kinda hurts she doesn't think I can drive it.

"Yeah, I've been practicing for months now, so don't worry; it'll be fine." I assure her with a little happy smile. "Plus, I wanted us to be truly alone for this."

"Why? Where are we going?" I blush, not wanting to tell her yet, but my smile still grows at the thought of what we could be doing tonight. I just hope she likes it.

"It's a surprise." I answer, giggling when I notice her frustrated expression. "Which reminds me…" I open the jeep and pull out a green handkerchief I had prepared for this occasion and hand it to her. "I need you to cover your eyes."

"You're not kidnapping me, are you?" She raises an eyebrow, but I can tell she's not serious.

"Let's face it, even if I was, you wouldn't be opposed." I retort, more confidently than I really feel. I can already feel the excitement growing inside me, but then again, so is the anxiety.

"Fair enough." She admits as she tries to tie the handkerchief around her eyes, before I notice she can't and quickly help her. Once that's taken care of, we both get into the jeep and I start driving towards the mountains.

After having driven for what feels like an eternity with my hands sweating, my stomach full of butterflies, my heart trying to burst out of my chest and, at the same time, a certain warmth and eagerness at the thought of what we're going to do later, we finally get to our destination: a little deviation from the main road to a clearing, where I park the jeep before helping Anna out of it and leading her along a path that goes a bit deeper into the forest. It's already night though; dark and cold, with the ever present sounds of animals all around, so I walk as fast as possible. The entire time I'm praying no bears or wolves or any other dangerous creatures will attack us, letting out a sigh of relief when we get to the lake safe and sound.

"We're here." I say as we come to a stop.

"Great! Can I remove the blindfold now?" She asks eagerly, already placing her hands on it. She's been asking the same question every five minutes

"Yes, you can." I chuckle amused as she takes it off before staring ahead with the most awe-struck expression I've ever seen on her face… and once I turn to look at the lake, I understand why.

The lake itself is beautiful; a great extension of calm water that reflects all the stars in the sky like a mirror would, surrounded at all sides by tall mountains entirely covered by trees. What takes my breath away, however, is the fact that the northern lights just appeared above our heads.

It's not like I've never seen the northern lights; living most of my life in Norway means I saw them at least once a year, but never like this. There's no other light source near this place, which makes the colors more noticeable, and the waves of light reflect on the lake in front of us, making an even bigger spectacle and painting it all in greens, yellows and pinks. Everything looks so beautiful, and given the way Anna's eyes widened, I'm assuming she thinks so too.

"You like it?" I ask, even if I know the answer.

"Are you kidding me?! I love it!" She exclaims happily before jumping over me and kissing me hard. I have to take a step back in order to steady us before enveloping her shoulders and returning the kiss. "How did you know about the northern lights?" She asks, separating only enough for her to talk.

"I didn't." I answer honestly, but she still seems doubtful. "Really, I picked this place only because it's great even without the northern lights. It was just good luck." I shrug, smiling.

"Then we must be the luckiest couple ever." She says with the happiest little grin I've seen all day, her gaze so full of love it makes me tremble. Fortunately though, she soon goes back to stare at the lights, letting my heart rate go back to normal… or at least as normal as it can be when I'm with Anna.

We stay like that for a while, not saying anything and just marveling at the sight before us. I can't help thinking we've come a long path since the day we met. And I'm not just talking about our relationship, even if it sure is a pretty big improvement going from bully and victim to girlfriends so in love with each other we couldn't hide it if we tried. No, I'm also talking about the way Anna went from being a naïve girl that was very easily manipulated by a bunch of jerks to the woman who saved my life twice; one from myself and the other from my father (I mean, yeah, he wasn't going to kill me, but he was very capable of destroying my life).

And of course… I'm also talking about myself. I'm not proud of the Elsa I was before, but at least now I've grown enough and I've gone through so many things that I know better than to hate her. She's still a part of me after all, even if she is a little scared lamb that wouldn't defend herself and was hopelessly in love with her bully. She was partially the reason I'm here now after all, and so I'm learning to accept her, as I'm also learning to accept my destructive side so we won't be so at odds anymore. I'm proud to say it's working; I don't have breakdowns and I almost never want to hurt anyone. But I'm fully aware none of this could have been possible without Anna. That girl is my life in more ways than one. She was the light in my darkness, and even now she's still the sun in my life. I love her so much, and I hope we could stay together forever.

Deep inside, I know we will.

A/N: Okay, this is the official end of this chapter, the rest is pure smut, so if you want to read it, go ahead, if not… well, you're not missing much. Whatever you decide, thank you so much for reading this story, I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it, and if you haven't checked Anna's POV yet, maybe you could now? Please?

Anyways, sorry for the delay, and see you soon. There's still an epilogue left :D

Also, if you want to see a drawing I made of this chapter, please check my Deviant art, Tania Hylian :)

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13 :)

"Anna." I call her out once the northern lights are gone and I know I need to get the next, and last, part of my plan started, even if the mere thought makes me anxious.

"Hmh?" She asks, turning to look at me.

"There's… something more." I admit blushing

"Another surprise?" She exclaims.

"Uh… kind of, but this one... you don't have to go through it right now if you don't want to." I assure her, not wanting her to feel forced into this.

"What is it, Elsa?" She asks.

"Uhm… come." I say, deducing it's better to just show her rather than to tell her, before dragging her to the small wooden cabin near the lake, opening the door and getting in. Once inside, I avoid eye contact with Anna and instead go and try to light a fire at the chimney. Partially to calm my thoughts and partially to light up this place a bit better.

"Elsa… what is this place?" Anna asks, looking around.

"A cabin." I answer, even if I know that's not what she asked. "I-I… I kinda bought it." I admit against my better judgement. Now she'll just think I'm crazy.

"What? Why would you do that?" She practically yells, making me flinch slightly, but I cover it quickly.

"Because I'm hoping it'll have a sentimental meaning after tonight." I mumble, lowering my gaze. The moment of truth is nearing close, and my heart feels like it's about to get out of my chest. I think I may just faint.

"Why? Why did you bring me here?" I get up after finally having lit the fire (somehow) and face her, but I don't dare looking her at the eyes while answering.

"Uhm... I-I... You've been..." I stammer, so nervous my brain doesn't seem to work.

"Elsa, calm down. Take a deep breath." She instructs, and I do so while she comes closer and takes my hands reassuringly. This is what makes me relax enough to stop hearing my heartbeat in my ears. "Good, now tell me why are we here? I promise whatever your answer is, I won't reject you or laugh or anything, so please don't worry about it."

"Okay." I nod, knowing what she's saying is the truth and trying to convince myself that there's nothing to be nervous about, even if a part of me doesn't agree at all. "Well, you've been insisting for a while to..." I blush even more and I hale deeply before continuing practically forcing the words out of my mouth. "T-to have... To have... Relations." I gulp, cringing at how weird and forward that sounded, but I still continue, trying to assure Anna I was okay with that, and explain her why I never indulged on this before. "A-and I know you said you'd wait until I was ready, but... With my father's trial and all, I postponed this a little too long." I sigh.

"No, it's fine, really. I said I'd wait and I will, if you're not ready yet." She assures me, and seeing the sincerity of her words, makes me relax a little more, knowing she'd be happy to just cuddle with me if I said so, that she cares more about me than about having an orgasm. I mean, I already knew that, but it's good to hear it.

"I'm glad to hear that." I voice my thoughts, and Anna gives me a little smile, obviously trying to conceal her disappointment. In that moment, I know she really wants to have sex as much as I do. I don't have anything to be afraid of now, and maybe that's why I say what I say next. "But, I am ready now, and I want to have... T-to have sex. With you. Now." I blush at my own words and look at Anna expectantly for an answer, but instead of saying something, she stares dumbly at me for a few seconds before crashing our lips together in a passionate kiss.

I'm stunned for a moment, but as soon as I realize what's happening, I quickly return the kiss, even if it feels a little strange, more desperate, comparing it with the other times we've kissed before. But maybe I'm just imagining it because it's the kiss that signals the start of our passionate night (that sounds so weird, even in my head, but I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing).

Suddenly , I feel Anna's hand on the bare skin of my back, and I let out a little squeal, realizing she must have shoved one of her hands under my shirt, but she quickly separates and, after looking at me for a brief moment, starts unzipping my jacket before getting it off of me and throwing it away. I won't lie, this is going a little too fast for me and, while a part of me is burning with passion and aching with need, screaming at me to just get undressed already… the other part is still scared and anxious, and feeling far too exposed. The former is the one that takes control though.

"You too." I say tugging at Anna's jacket, to which she responds by quickly getting it off and tossing it to the ground. She's immediately all over me again, kissing me passionately while she unbuttons my shirt. This reminds me of the time we were at her house and she did the same, which in turn makes this feels familiar, slowly melting my worries away as I let out a moan when I feel Anna's lips on my collarbone.

Letting my lust take over me for a moment, I push Anna backwards until she's falling on the bed, quickly straddling her… and then realizing that was not a very good idea because now she's running her eyes over my body and this makes me feel self-conscious.

"Wow, you're so beautiful." She breathes out as she starts caressing my waist. In other circumstances her touch would tickle me, but right now… I only feel lust and nervousness.

"Thanks." I blush, feeling exposed because of Anna's clothed state. "Uhm… I'd like it if you…" I gesture to her shirt, trying to communicate what I want, and Anna seems to understand, because her shirt is soon flying to the other side of the room. I delight in the sight of her now naked torso (except for her bra, of course). Smooth, pale skin covered in cute freckles. She's the definition of perfection. I want to run my hands along every curve and kiss every one of the small dots that adorn her body. A burst of heat surges trough me at the thought, making me lean in and whisper on Anna's ear.

"You're not so bad yourself." I say, smiling when I feel Anna shudder in pleasure, marveling at the fact I'm able to make her feel like this. I want to make her feel more. I want to make her feel good… but how?

I start kissing her jaw hesitantly, hoping I'm doing it right, and then traveling down until I reach her collarbone, smiling when she moans at my ministrations. I want to descend even more though, to kiss her chest as my hands massage those lovely breasts of hers… but what if she gets upset? What if she feels raped or something? Maybe I should ask permission first, but… I can't just blatantly ask that, I need to think of a more subtle way.

Suddenly, as I try to think of how exactly I can ask Anna to let me touch her tender mounds of soft flesh, I feel her grabbing my hair. Slowly she starts guiding me towards the objects of my desire, like she'd read my thoughts. I'm still thinking I should first ask, but her pull is so insistent and deliberate, that I soon understand that she wants me to touch her there as much as I want to obey, so… why should I deny her that? And so, I reach to her left breast and start massaging it, marveling at its softness and at how good it fits on my hand.

"Off." She soon groans, signaling me to take off her brassiere, to which I hesitate only for a second before deciding I really want to comply with her request and doing just that. Then, not being able to resist the temptation, I quickly go back to touching her breast, this time enjoying the sensation even more since there's not a bothersome barrier like before. Meanwhile, I also look at her other breast, smiling when I notice it has freckles too. Soon, I decide to also start pinching the nipple until it becomes hard, but… I'm still unsure, because I don't know if this is what she wanted, so I decide to ask.

"Is this… good?"

"More than good." She pants as she pulls me into a searing kiss, making our naked torsos touch in the most amazing way. I can feel her warmth, her softness, the way her heart beats hard against my own chest… all of it. I've never felt closer to anyone else , and it's amazing.

However, my enjoyment is short-lived when I feel Anna unclasp my brassiere and I let out a squeal of surprise. "Sorry, is this okay?" She mumbles into my mouth. I take a few breaths before being able to respond.

"Y-yes. Just… caught me by surprise, is all." I say as I quickly separate from Anna, take off my brassiere before I can think better onf it, and resume our kissing, this time feeling even better because our naked breasts are touching, which in turn makes my nipples harden. The pleasure I feel is almost overwhelming.

Soon enough, Anna starts caressing my lower back, which I'm okay with, but then her hands stray a little lower than they should, and she squeezes my butt cheeks, catching me by surprise. The sensation is so intense though that I can't help it when I thrust my hips forward and moan her name, apparently encouraging her further because now she's massaging my butt more firmly than before.

Wanting her to experience something just as pleasurable, if not more, I gather all the confidence I have and start kissing her collarbone slightly, before descending to her breast… which makes her practically jump in surprise.

"Are you okay?" I ask concerned that I was being a little too forward.

"I'm fine, please don't stop." She begs so needy that I don't think it twice before doing what I been aching to do ever since I saw her pink nipples; take one of them into my mouth. "Elsa!" She screams, pressing our bodies closer together… if that's even possible. I must admit, I have no idea of what I'm doing, but I'm glad to see Anna's liking it nonetheless. She does seem to be aching for more though, given how she keeps trying to thrust her hips up and hold me even tighter. I think it's time to speed things up a little.

So, with shaky fingers I reach down to the hem of her jeans, not before looking at her and silently asking permission. Receiving a nod, I don't waste time before peeling the last layers of clothing off of Anna's body… and what a body! I mean, her torso is, by itself, pretty gorgeous, but this… just wow. Her legs are shapely and long, even considering she's shorter than me, and of course they're covered with freckles. Her hips are wide enough to accentuate the curves of her waist and… I try not to look at it, but she has an adorable bush of red hair down there. She's just like I imagined in my wildest fantasies… not that I usually fantasize about it of course.

"Wow. So gorgeous." I breathe out, to which Anna answers with a small giggle.

"I bet you're gorgeous as well, though I can't be sure until I see you naked." I blush at her words, knowing what she's asking me with them, but still, I'm nervous. However, after somehow calming down my racing heart and trying not to let the fear dominate me, I unbutton my jeans and kick them off my legs, leaving my panties on because I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of those too.

Anna stares at me for like three seconds before ripping them off herself, which makes me want desperately to cover myself; I feel so exposed. I don't do it through; I know there's nothing to be ashamed of. Anna may be more beautiful than me, but… I know she likes me the way I am. I think. Plus, I kinda took a lot of care getting rid of my leg hair (even if it was very scarce), applying cream to make the skin even softer and even trimming my pubic hair a bit so it looks better than usual. So no, I don't have to feel self-conscious, I try to convince myself.

Suddenly, Anna reaches one hand towards my pelvis, distracting me from my thoughts, but I stop her in time. She pouts at this, and I just chuckle, trying to hide my anxiousness at what she was trying to do.

"Don't be so eager." I tease before leaning in and whispering to her ear in the sexiest way I can, so she doesn't have any option but to comply: "I want to make love to you first." Fortunately she doesn't object further after that, and so I start kissing her neck and playing with her nipples again, loving the way she keeps moaning and thrusting her hips up, hoping to gain some friction on her lower parts. I decide to let her have some relief by entwining our legs so my knee presses against her wet center. I wasn't prepared to the heat that's emanating from there though. It feels so good, and to think it was me who made her this wet…

"Fuck! Elsa!" She moans when my knee finds her clit.

"You like it?" I ask, smiling when she nods, my confidence increasing tenfold.

"More… please." She is barely able to say trough the pleasure.

I know what she wants; she wants me to finally start touching her. Like really touching her… and this delights me to no end. Just now, I realize how much I've been waiting for this. Soon, my hand starts making its way down to her hip, stopping when my fingers touch soft curls. I look up at Anna for confirmation and, when she nods, I swallow my hesitance and press down on her clit.

"Oh, Elsa!" She cries out in pleasure, the sight so hot that I just have to kiss her while I keep rubbing her sensitive spot. "Fingers. Inside… Please." She pleads, making me blush at her bluntness. I still obey though; given how much she's panting, she's probably already nearing her orgasm.

She feels warm and wet inside, just as I thought she'd feel, and her walls are squeezing me slightly, urging me to go deeper and faster. I had only put in one finger at first, not wanting to hurt her or something, but she's so wet that I decide to add a second one, earning yet another moan from my girlfriend. When I start thrusting them in and out though, she suddenly tenses and bites my shoulder. Hard. I bite my lip to keep myself from letting out a pained whimper, because I know that'd only make Anna feel bad, and I'm sure she didn't want to hurt me. Plus… I like it, even if I'm a bit ashamed to admit it. Her nails running on my back don't hurt much, so I don't protest against it either.

"Elsa…" She says once she's released my shoulder and licked it gently, helping to soothe the pain. "Please… bite me." She begs, eyes half lidded and cheeks red. I can practically see the desire painted on her face.

"W-what?" I ask surprised at her for requesting such thing. I've never bitten her before after all.

"Please…" She repeats one more time as she titles her head to the side exposing her neck. A part of me doesn't want to do it because I know I'll hurt her but… I mean she bites me often enough for me to know it's not that bad, plus she's asking me, so… I carefully reach down, position myself and give her skin a tender kiss, as if apologizing for what I'm about to do, before capturing her flesh with my teeth and squishing, trying not to hurt her much. "Harder!" She complains, and sighing internally, I obey, biting down on her neck so hard I'm sure it'll leave a mark. She doesn't complain though, instead, she's soon screaming my name as she comes undone in my hand. I feel her squeezing me, her fluids soaking my fingers, and I help her ride out her orgasm until she's limp and quiet (I swear she almost broke my eardrums while orgasming) below me.

Then, I release her abused skin and lick it as a sort of apology, before extracting my fingers from inside Anna and looking at them. I'm thinking I should just wipe them on the sheets but… I really want to know what she tastes like, so I carefully bring them into my mouth, and savor the fluids. It's as delicious as I thought it'd be, and I can't help moaning at the taste.

"I knew you'd taste delicious." I say once I've finished cleaning my fingers.

"I-I…" Anna stammers, blushing and looking at me with wide eyes. At least she isn't disgusted by what I just did.

"I also knew you'd be loud." I add playfully.

"I-is that why you brought me to a cabin in the middle of the woods?" She asks, obviously still trying to recover from the intensity of her orgasm. An orgasm I just gave to her. I still can't believe what just happened.

"No." I laugh at her question. "But it sure came in handy."

"Hey, I'm not that loud!" She protests pouting.

"Of course you are." I tease, leaning in and kissing her tenderly on the lips, trying to express just how much I enjoyed what we just did, and trying to make sure she knows I made love to her, not just fucked her. She, however, soon deepens the kiss, not caring one bit about the taste of her fluids still in my mouth, and reawakening my lust and need for my own release.

We only separate when we both need some air, and as we do so, she eyes me with a Cheshire-like smile.

"Your turn." She says.

"W-what?" I stammer nervously, my anxiety and fear taking the hold of me again. "I-I mean… you don't have to…"

"But you want me to." She says with a sexy and confident smile. "Do you not?"

"I-I…" I bite my lip, trying to calm down and think clearly. Do I want this? The answer is easy. "Y-yes."

But… am I ready for it?

"But?" Anna asks, obviously sensing my hesitation.

"But… I'm nervous." I admit, angry with myself. "This whole physical-contact thing… is still new to me, and, as much as I like it… it makes me anxious." I grimace at how pathetic I just sounded, I mean, we're here already naked and I just made love to her! Why do I keep acting as some scared puppy? "I'm sorry, I know I'm being silly."

"No, I understand." She assures me. "And you're not silly; we all have our own fears." She caresses my back, and I close my eyes to enjoy the soothing feeling, already feeling my tension diminishing. "I want to make love to you… but I want you to feel comfortable about it, so I won't force you if you're not ready yet." She smiles at me and I do so too, feeling myself coming to a resolution, after all, if I don't try this now, I know I never will.

"T-thanks… It's good to know." I pause, shutting down my stupid fears; it's time to be free of them and do what I want to for a change. "But I do want to… t-to feel your touch in me." I blush at the admission. "Just… take it slow, okay?"

"Okay." She agrees, pushing me gently until I'm lying on my back and she's straddling me. I look up into her loving eyes and, for the first time, I feel like I can truly give all of myself to someone. I mean, Anna already has my heart, but now… I'm ready to give her my body too.

She kisses me first, in such a tender way I forget how to breathe for a second. She knows of my fears, my insecurities, and my nervousness, and wants to make me feel comfortable by expressing all the love she feels for me in this one kiss. It sure works because soon all the hesitance I felt, leaves me and I'm gasping, wanting more than just kissing.

Noticing this, Anna descends to my neck and kisses it before proceeding to do the same with the back of my ear, a part of me that, we both discovered a while ago, is very sensitive. I moan at the pleasure I'm feeling, but she leaves that spot and finds my collarbone, where she starts sucking and biting, leaving a hickey. I really love when she marks me like that, even if it does hurt a little, and so I cry out her name, drowning in pleasure.

Anna doesn't waste time though, and soon is moving towards my breasts, cupping them with her hands and squeezing, slowly and gently kneading them like dough. I'd be ashamed to admit how much I'm liking this, but I don't care anymore. It's so good! And my body is responding by increasing its temperature until I'm hotter than I've ever been. I think I'm having a fever here. A lust-induced fever.

Anna soon takes one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking it and nibbling it, making stars appear on my vision. I moan her name, begging her for more, wanting her to touch me where no one has before. I ache for it. I need it. Instead, she gives me a hickey on my breast, which only serves to increase my need for release.

When Anna just keeps caressing my body and kissing me here and there, I know I'll have to directly ask her to touch me.

"Anna, please… I need you… please touch me." I pant, smiling when she finally starts making her way down there… but then I feel her breathe on my lower regions and blush when I realize she's staring directly at my intimate parts, inhaling deeply and eying me hungrily.

"A-Anna." I say nervously, not knowing what she's up to. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She answers, pressing her nose against my pubic hairs, making my heart beat accelerate considerably. "I'm about to eat you up."

"A-Are you sure you want that? Doesn't it disgust you?" I ask apprehensibly, my insecurities getting the best of me.

"Did it disgust you when you tasted my... Juices?" She counters, running her hands through my thighs, making me shudder in pleasure.

"Well... No, no it didn't." I answer, realizing how silly my question was. I look down at Anna and, when she just keeps staring at me like asking for permission, I gather my courage and give her a nod… to which she answers instantly kissing my lower lips. I don't even have time to prepare myself for the explosion of pleasure that surges trough me.

It gets even better when she starts running her tongue through all my womanhood, even inserting her tongue into my vagina and caressing my insides with it, but… it's still not enough for me, and so I take her hair with one hand and gently lead her up a little, to where my most sensitive spot is.

"Anna... Please." I beg her, internally sighing in relief when she starts sucking my clit, but externally moaning in pleasure… and then she starts stroking it with her tongue making me cry for more. I can't contain myself, and now I kinda understand why Anna was so loud before.

Unexpectedly though, she pushes one finger in… and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming because of the amazing sensation, which only increases when Anna inserts a second finger and starts thrusting them in an out as she pleasures my clit with her mouth. Truth to be told, I never thought about using more than one finger in myself, but I'm glad Anna did; it feels so good!

It isn't long before my orgasm finally hits me, and it doesn't surprise me that it's so intense I can't keep my eyes opened… or my mouth shut. Even bright spots appear on my vision, something that has never happened, but I guess it's because Anna's fingers are still inside of me and her tongue is still lapping my lower regions.

Unfortunately, orgasms doesn't last forever, and so I soon go limp. Anna extracts herself from down there and comes to cuddle with me. I hug her tightly, waiting for my heart to calm down and my breathing to come back to normal, enjoying how warm her naked body feels against mine.

"Well... That was intense." I pant, when I regain my ability to talk, though I'm thinking my ability to do anything else will need more time to come back; I'm exhausted.

"You liked it?" She asks, smiling up at me.

"More than I'd like to admit." I confess, unable to meet her gaze just a few seconds after our heated love-making session.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, who wouldn't like a night of intense love-making with a sexy girl like me?" She says playfully.

"A bit narcissistic, aren't you?" I raise an eyebrow, amused at her antics, but not surprised one bit. This is Anna alright, making jokes about everything just to make me smile.

"Admit it, you loved it." She counters, and she looks so adorable I can't help leaning in and kissing her softly on her lips, trying to communicate all the love I feel for her.

"I love you." I say, separating only enough to look her at her eyes, which are now looking at me with the most loving gaze I've ever seen.

"I love you too." She answers, and the way she says it… I just know it's true. I feel it. Of course, I already knew it, but, it never felt so real until now. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I just experienced the most pleasure I've felt in my life, and it was all thanks to Anna, but something tells me that, if we didn't love each other (like truly, deeply love each other), this wouldn't have felt quite as good. Which is a comforting thought, because I know I chose well. I know no one ever will be able to make me feel like Anna does. And I'm okay with that, because I'm certain I'm not going to let her go anytime soon.