I don't own Frozen. Stolen Ice and its characters were created by Aesla.

A cracked an eye open to watch Jane do her post-yoga stretches, pretending to be asleep but in reality she'd been watching her girl work out for the past fifteen minutes.

My girl. Anna thought with a smile, unhappy to stop the bubble of happiness that rose up in her chest like a sickeningly sweet treat. She wasn't a schoolgirl- unless the job called for it- yet simple thoughts and actions kept making her feel like she was about to swoon and fan herself. Jane was her girl. She couldn't stop herself from releasing a tiny giggle, turning beet red in embarassment when she realized she'd just started giggling because she was thinking of Jane.

"You're awake, A?" Jane called out quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed with her tablet in hand. "Or are you adding giggling to your night-talking repetoire?"

A rolled over to look at Jane and gave her a smile that was so genuine, earnest, and just so A that Jane couldn't help but break out in a smile right back at her.

They were both acting like total dorks and they both knew it. Jane ran a hand through her hair and laid down so that the back of her head nudged up against A's chest. A's arm pulled itself out from under her and slid across Jane's collarbone, grasping her shoulder and squeezing. Jane lifted the hand attached to that shoulder and grasped A's hand, giving a squeeze in return.

"Have fun watching me?" Jane asked.

"A lot." A affirmed. "Especially when you do that whole jedi thing."

"Jedi thing?" Jane inquired.

"You know, when you're holding yourself up on one hand and- oh my god, you haven't seen Star Wars yet, have you?" A gave a quiet laugh. "We're gonna fix that tomorrow. All six movies."

"Mm, I'd like to get a little work done, A..." Jane protested. "Compromise and do three?"

"Mm. Deal." A agreed.

"C'mere and seal the deal, then." Jane murmured, grasping one of A's braids and giving her a light tug. A rolled over, letting Jane's head drop to the mattress, and gave Jane's lips a firm, upside down smooch, letting open mouths sink into each other until lips were locked together, both of them sucking gently on the other's lower lip. Their hands squeezed firmly and Jane snaked her fingers up into A's hair, admiring the dark color of copper in the dead morning light.

Jane had only meant for a single kiss, but as soon as they caught their breath A was pressing back in again, lacking her normal energy but no less hungry. It reminded Jane of the way A ate chocolates before bed time- the way she savored each bite, chewed slowly, smiled contentedly, licking her lips. Licking Jane's lips, swirling her tongue across soft, relaxed muscles, ducking her head in and tasting Jane, and Jane could only shudder underneath A and let A's hunger wash over her.

It was different from their daytime kisses, with A's inhibitions vanished and movements quick. Here, she was slow with sleep, but deliberate, and lacked her usual clumsiness for it.

Jane's eyes were closed when she came up for air, and A bumped their foreheads together. "That was different."

"Good different?" A murmured. "Or b-"

"Just different." Jane said, leaning her head back to nuzzle her nose against A's. "I liked it. I like this side of you. I like all sides of you."

A gave an embarassed laugh, then buried her hands around Jane and squeezed her tight. "I think you're awful, too." She murmured. "I'll try to remember to kiss you more often at 3 am in the morning."

"Mm, not that." Jane said. "Just.. slower. It was good. I like slower."

"You want to take this slower?" A kept the hurt out of her voice but not the surprise. It didn't matter; Jane heard what A was thinking anyways and buried her head into A's neck.

"Yes," She parted her lips and dug her teeth gently into A's skin, giving a little shake of her head. A's eyes shut tight and she moaned softly. Jane made a note of this. "and no." She let go of A's neck, noting the faint outline of a love bite left behind. That made a surge of something inside of her rise to the surface, that same feeling she got when she looked at A's moon-shaped scar, or thought about how A was her girl. "I don't want anything less than what you're giving now. I want... all of it. Eventually. And you're going to give it to me, nice, hot..." She breathed over A's neck, kissing her jawline. "...and slow."

A swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am." She whispered. When Jane rest her head in the crook of A's neck A knew that Jane was done with the kissing for the night, and felt a little twinge of dissapointment. It was unfair how Jane could flirt so hot and make it look so easy and A knew that Jane wasn't even trying, just being Jane. A lowered herself so Jane stayed tucked against her, and gently encouraged her to shift into a more comfortable position. Normally A was tucked against Jane's shoulder, but the reverse didn't feel so bad at all.

Jane's fingers found A's hands and slid the gloved digits through A's, interlocking their fingers and squeezing, resting their hands below her chest.

"I love you." A whispered.

"I know." Jane murmured back. A couldn't stop a happy giggle again, and Jane couldn't stop smiling in response to hearing it. They settled in, letting the fog of sleep roll in.

"Jane?" A whispered.

"Yea, A?"

"Sing me to sleep?"

Jane didn't even hesitate.