CHAPTER WARNINGS: incest, masturbating with an audience, pheromone/armpit fetish, nipple play, dirty talk, crotch-sniffing.

NOTE: See? Told you I'd try to make the wait brief! Thanks for all of your ongoing reviews. This fic is over halfway finished at this point, so don't worry about the possibility of me dragging it out for too long.

Lord Darth Yoda: Maybe it feels like Anna is being "too perfect" compared to before, but I think what you're experiencing is Elsa being less contrary to Anna's pushing. Her horniness and curiosity is overriding her shyness and grumpiness, so everything she would normally find annoying and/or entitled is easier to ignore. Go back and reread what Anna's been doing lately, and I think you'll see she's just as pushy and opinionated; the only thing that's changed on her end is she's trying to give Elsa more room to voice her own opinions (which is because Elsa's being more open and honest about being annoyed in the first place). But she's still firing her own philosophies at Elsa with every spare moment, haha.

~ CHAPTER ELEVEN ~

A confused, worried Elsa Nieves brought the tiny vibrator up to her eye level. So small, so smooth. She turned it on briefly, just to hear it buzz, and turned it off again out of a silly fear. No one in the apartment cared. No one outside of it could hear.

Still, she leaned over and took a good swig of the sugary wine cooler to help bolster her nerve. No time like the present. A quick drizzle of lube from the little bottle on her nightstand was probably overkill, but it couldn't hurt anything, either. Turning it on again, she fumbled to push it between her own legs.

"Ohhh… oh, yes." Already, it was working; she'd be climaxing hard in no time. Her legs began to drift wider and wider apart as she rolled her hips up into the vibrating device, appreciating its efforts more than she could say.

Anna had touched her there. It was fleeting, a feather-light touch that happened so fast she could barely acknowledge it really had. But it happened. Her own sister had caressed her, and the feeling had not been terrible. Even lost in pleasure, she wasn't sure she wanted that to ever happen again… but she couldn't deny it was adding to her current level of enjoyment. Maybe that made her a terrible person, but at that moment, she was a terrible person who welcomed any and all enhancement to her current gratification.

Minutes passed. Her own moans grew in pitch, and intensity. Down below her shining knees, she caught sight of her oiled-up toes curling with the sheer pleasure, and she threw her head back and let out a breathy laugh full of joy and arousal. She had needed this. All of it, the massage, Anna's building her confidence, and this release of inner tension.

"YES!" she was crying sooner than expected. "Mmhhh, oh yes, oh ANNA!"

Her eyes flew open — that was not a name she meant to scream! What did it mean that it sprang to her lips so easily? But she couldn't stop now; in the moment, she acknowledged it was odd and could deal with it later. "MMAHH! YES, more, yes! MmhhhhAHHHH!"

Finished. Over almost as soon as it began; she had been so wound up by so many things that she didn't even need the originally-projected ten minutes. Her body slowly wound down toward normal, away from the heady arousal that had clouded everything a moment before.

Then, of course, there was what had been called out. That should be addressed, and the sooner, the better. She didn't want to leave it unsaid and have both of them worried about it in the back of their minds.

"H-hey, Anna? Can you hear me?"

"Yes?" The voice was strained but clear, and only as far away as the living room.

"Are… you okay? Did you hear that?"

A long pause. "Yes, I heard! Do you need anything in there?"

"Just checking on you! I… I'm fine, but I want to know if you're fine!"

"Why wouldn't I be fine?"

"I don't know! Just… oh, come here, already!"

There were a few thumps, and then Anna stepped into the room. Her cheeks were a little ruddier than Elsa had seen them in a while, but she was smiling pleasantly, as always.

"What's up?"

"I… didn't mean for that…" Shrugging one shoulder, Elsa looked away guiltily. "Like you said, s-sometimes stuff comes out while you're having a massage. Or doing other things, I guess."

"Yeah, it's true. And like I said before, I'm cool."

Elsa let out a weak laugh, trying to curl her nude form in upon itself. "You're cool with your sister calling out your name while she masturbates? That seems… not 'cool' at all, really."

"Kind of the opposite, yeah," Anna laughed. Elsa was nodding, still chagrined but understanding, when Anna elaborated: "Pretty hot."

"Right." Then she blinked up at her. "Wait… that wasn't what I thought you meant by 'the opposite'. Was it hot? Seriously?"

After a few seconds, Anna walked over and sat down next to Elsa's shoulder again, faded khaki shorts crinkling where they pushed into the towel on the bed. "I… feel like I need to ask, before I answer you. Are you sure you want to hear anything sexual from me? So far, we discussed you a couple times, helped you get off, but we don't talk about me as much. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, to compromise your flow."

"Please," Elsa urged. "Just tell me. I'm… after you hearing me do what I just did, it's the least I can do."

"Exactly," Anna whispered, staring determinedly away from her. A second or two passed as she gathered her courage. "That was hot. I meant it. You in the bathtub was also hot. Every kiss? Hot. Even you smelling me was a little hot, in a way I didn't expect."

"You can't be serious." No recanting. "You are serious."

"As a heart attack."

"Why didn't you say anything?! I… all this time, I thought I was being completely disgusting to you, and you were just taking it out of family loyalty, putting up with it. But… you've been wanting to… try things together?"

"Well, I think 'want' isn't quite right," Anna said, pursing her lips as she pondered. "But… maybe more like, I'd have been open to it if you were. Ever since I came back to town, I knew we had this new sexual energy hanging between us. And yeah, I've been… interested in seeing where it goes."

"O-oh," she breathed, but even as she did Anna held up both hands hastily.

"Don't get me wrong, I was totally ready to ignore it if you were! I understand that relatives as close as we are don't typically do anything like this. But that's just a facet of our modern society, not anything that's based in concrete fact."

Elsa had been listening intently. When Anna wrapped up, she breathed, "So the condensed version is… you're okay with us being more than sisters?"

"Absolutely. The royal families used to encourage inbreeding, remember? People who share genetic material but have been separated for a long period are more likely to be attracted to each other than total strangers. Taboos are made up; products of humanity trying to impose order on chaos. Besides, it's not like I'm capable of impregnating you, so… there can be no genetic damage to any sister-babies."

That last part made Elsa giggle nervously. "Y-you can't, it's true. I just can't believe… well, that… you've been feeling the same way."

"Yeah. It surprised me how much I felt it, but… it would betray my path to ignore these sparks."

"And you don't think we're depraved? That I'm corrupting you?" When Anna burst out laughing, Elsa smirked and flushed deep crimson. "Y-you don't have to be that amused…"

"I'm sorry," she tittered, leaning into press a kiss into her cheek. "Better?"

"Yes…. yes, it is. Can I ask another question?"

"Go for it. Seek truth."

"Okay, the truth. Were you… doing anything in the living room before I got you in here?"

A slow, cheshire cat smile. "Maybe. Why, any interest in assisting me?" When Elsa's eyes slid away from her, she followed up with, "It was a joke. I know you're not entirely chill with any of this, so I'm not pushing."

"I've… I don't know if…"

"You don't have to push yourself, either. Honestly, it's no big-"

"I don't know if I… can please… a woman."

Anna blinked down at her for a few seconds. Elsa felt her face heating up, intimidated by the sliver of Anna she could see in her peripheral vision. Of course Anna was surprised; she couldn't believe what she was saying herself! Neither of them should be entertaining such a notion! This really was going too far. But after a few seconds, Anna laid a hand on Elsa's shoulder.

"You're so sweet. But I can't do that to you. Not, um… not when you're really having a problem with this, and it's all so new and weird. I'll just go back to the living room and take care of it."

"Don't go!" Squirming, she tugged weakly at Anna's arm. "That's stupid. Might as well do it here, the bed has to be more comfortable. But I hope you don't feel too bad if I look really, um, uncomfortable sometimes."

"No, no, of course not. I get it." After a moment's more indecision, she rounded the bed to lay on Elsa's other side, so she wouldn't have to budge up. Even then, being considerate; she could nearly cry. Settling in, she whispered, "Hey."

"Hi. So…"

Anna nodded shyly. "So this is gonna be new. Not for me, but for you to witness. And for me letting you. Can… I start? Do you want to be in any certain position?"

"Just get started, I suppose. You really think I have more experience with this than you?!" They both laughed, and Anna reached down to grip Elsa's hand. What else could she do but return the grip? It felt nice to be tethered to her sister, even when they were about to do something unspeakable. "Your hands are warm."

"They were rubbing warm oil all over you not that long ago," she laughed. Then her other hand moved to her waistband, and she hesitated. "I'm going."

"So go." Though she flinched when Anna did move again. "S-sorry, reflex."

All she got was a shrug. Then Anna was moving her hand down the front of her shorts. Elsa watched in detached fascination, knowing that it didn't look like anything terribly weird yet, but also that it was. Then she heard her breath hitch, and felt her own pulse begin to escalate again.

"Mmhh," Anna moaned, eyes sliding closed for a moment as she weathered the fresh wave of pleasure. Then, hand still moving very slowly behind the veil of khaki, she looked over at Elsa with a grin. "See? Nobody died, we're fine."

"Yeah," she admitted. Anna began to tease herself more thoroughly, gripping Elsa's hand for stability. That quickly, she knew she wanted to get off again; Anna made her want it twice in one evening. And she hadn't even done that before she bought the toys! At all!

Maybe she did have a point about a "sexual energy" that flowed between them. Without Anna, she'd had little interest in sex, in exploring her own body, seeking out new thrills. Now that she had blown into her life with hurricane force, she felt horny all the time. It was becoming a constant instead of a variable. Was it just her personality? Body chemistry interacting? She had no idea.

As Anna began to allow soft moans to spill out while she worked on her flesh, Elsa sidled closer, hearing more of Anna's breathing and feeling their arms up against each other now. Her free hand strayed to her pubes, but she kept it resting there; she didn't truly feel like getting off again. Not just yet.

"Elsa?" No answer, other than squeezing Anna's hand. "Do you… do you like this?"

"Yes," she admitted, even before she had realised what answer would emerge. "I… you look so… yeah. Free, I think is what you said. About me."

Nodding, Anna rolled her head a little more in Elsa's direction, and Elsa leaned over to nuzzle their foreheads together as she watched Anna perform, despite being unable to see much. Flailing legs, curling toes, a conspicuous lump in the center of her shorts. She did notice erect peaks making themselves known through the fabric of her tank, and she found a strange temptation arising in herself. To tease them, as she had been teased.

"S-something wrong?" Anna asked when Elsa had been quiet for a while.

"No! No, I… just distracted little thoughts and ideas. Ignore me."

"Never. What's… up?" Elsa's hand drifted over from her own body, but she chickened out and merely petted over Anna's stomach. "O-oh, you're- ooh, that's so nice…"

Every outward indicator told Elsa that the hand was speeding up, and that Anna would not take long. Just like she hadn't. So she rolled a little closer, resting her face on Anna's shoulder as she began to pet her stomach continuously, letting Anna handle the main event.

After a minute or two, the signs were clear: Anna was close. Desires to go further welled in her, but she couldn't; they were already going too far, despite what Anna said about societies and genetics. But she did find herself watching her freckled legs writhe back and forth, the tiny glimpses of stomach. She'd never found a woman's body alluring before, and now there she was, thinking such things about her flesh and blood. And feeling strangely at peace with it, under the surface anxiety.

"Elsa," Anna breathed out, and Elsa blinked, ducking her head lower instinctually. Anna caught it, and looked over. "Sorry. Just c-came naturally."

"Then don't worry about it. Sometimes, these things slip out." They both shared a smile as Anna's pace increased, and Elsa kissed the shoulder beneath her. "Go on. Say whatever you want to say."

With a nod, Anna writhed back and forth harder than ever as she panted, "Elsa, you're s-so hot! I… mmhh, yes, I want you! I want to feel your flesh, feel our bodies and minds and hearts coming together in a singular, tantric entity! You have no idea how transcendent you are, how desirable, a-and… and I resonate with you in a way you can't… mhhHH!"

Anna wasn't kidding; she really did think of her that way. Those were not the hastily-assembled thoughts of someone trying to make the other person feel better. Anna really wanted her; not just for a weird fling, but wanted her. Face most definitely ablaze now, Elsa ducked her head lower and lower as she listened, watching in morbid fascination as Anna got herself closer to an end.

This had an added side effect; her face was very close to Anna's pit. The scent rising from it was very faint, but adjusting her head an inch or two, she was able to nuzzle in and breathe deep the heady aroma that she had come to find beyond comforting.

"Elsa, ooh," Anna commented when she noticed. "Y-you… still like that? Mmhh, it's so hot! YES!"

The hand picked up on Anna's stomach, and Elsa could feel her thumb occasionally bump into the underside of a breast. Anna paid that no mind; she only clutched their joined hands tighter, causing Elsa a delicious pain between each knuckle. Finally, when she could tell Anna was going full-tilt, about to burst entirely… she caressed one of the nipples.

"AH! Elsa, yes! MMMHH! Fuck me, fuck- NNNHHHAHHH!"

Long seconds of sweating and panting came and went, and eventually Anna collapsed in a heap, limbs askew and eyes glassed over.

"Whoa," Elsa breathed, beside herself. "You were… I've never heard anything like that before."

"Kiss me." She obeyed. Even though a part of her brain wanted to snap at Anna for making assumptions, most of her was entirely given over to the action, and even that uncertain part vanished when she felt the sweet earnestness in her sister's lips. This was worth it. Everything they were doing and had been doing was so pure, so unimpeachable… she only wanted more now.

When they parted, Anna grinned over and whispered, "Thank you."

"For what? You were the one who gave me such a great massage, and… and let me have a minute alone with my bullet afterward."

Shrugging her shoulder in a way Elsa could only find seductive, Anna kissed her briefly again. "You made that one of… my best. And I'm not… just saying that. Damn, Elsa!"

Feeling her cheeks warm up, she smiled. "Well, I couldn't have you putting up with a mediocre climax, could I?"

"No, no, of course not." Though her tone was teasing, her eyes were sober, full of affection. After a few more seconds, she delicately slid her hand out of her shorts. "I made a mess."

"I don't mind. We are on top of towels, after all." As Anna wiped her and off, however, she caught the scent of arousal that was different from her own. "Mmm…"

"Mmm?"

"O-oh, sorry! I didn't mean to- that sound wasn't- nevermind."

"No, you said an 'mmm' and I think there was a reason for the 'mmm'," Anna pressed with a smile. When Elsa didn't answer, she brought her hand up to by their faces. "This?"

That. Elsa inhaled, shivering as she turned away. "M-maybe." Anna only laughed and went back to wiping her hand on the towel. After a second, she whispered, "Hey… do you remember what you were telling me about… what was it? Pheromones having certain areas?"

"Yeah, apocrine sweat glands. What about them?"

"Can I try the others? J-just to… see how they are compared to this one." Her face gently nuzzled Anna's shoulder, and Anna made a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat. "But you can decline. I don't even know if I'm ready for that myself!"

Anna thought for a moment. Then she began to tug the neckline of her tank down and to one side, exposing her pink peak. At first, Elsa merely flushed and looked away — what was she doing?!

"This… might not seem like an obvious one, and won't be that strong, but yeah, there are some glands in the areola." Her cheeks were obviously warm, but it could as likely have been from her recent climax. "You could, um, test this first?"

So she tried it. Strange as she felt leaning down close to anyone's nipple and sniffing it, she did. There was nothing, other than the scent of warm skin. She still found it comforting, and nuzzled against it briefly before looking up to the gently smiling Anna.

"No, sorry. Not very strong." She nuzzled again, and Anna allowed her eyes to close. A kiss prompted a quiet sigh, and then Elsa drew back, too intimidated to continue.

"Well… the rest are a lot more intimate than this." Elsa's eyes lowered. "I'm not going to force you, and I'm not even going to give you the option if you're feeling this awkward. Just explaining."

"I'm going to make a couple of guesses, then. Um… you tell me if I get close." Her face drifted down to Anna's navel. "Close?"

"Cold," Anna laughed. Elsa sniffed, and made a face. "What, it's bad?"

"It's not good." They both giggled, and Elsa sat back, then leaned down to rest her face on Anna's ankle, nose against the ball of her foot. "Down here?"

"Actually, no, but I get why you'd think that. Different sweat glands that don't produce pheromones. That smell comes from something else." A little more cheekily, Elsa sniffed, but this time she shrugged her indifference. "What? Do they stink, too?"

"Just smells like mop water." As they both laughed, she crawled up and laid her head on Anna's lap.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Yeah," Elsa giggled. "I thought… well, the other places were more an excuse not to do this one yet." She inhaled deeply, just from where she was atop the shorts. "I… don't think… well, I catch a hint of something, but it's barely noticeable."

Anna didn't answer right away. She bit her lip and waited to see if Elsa would move or continue, but all she did was lie there. Then she smiled and said, "Good enough? Or… I could put my hand down there again. You don't have to go further than you're ready."

One of Elsa's fingers began to trace back and forth of the waistband. It dipped below it, and Anna caught her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then she lifted… and just barely tucked her nose underneath, inhaling deeply.

"Mmhhmmm," she groaned as her eyes closed in bliss.

"Shit," Anna breathed in complete disbelief. "You really do… wow, Elsa." Swallowing, she tried to play it off with a laugh. "Didn't think you liked fish."

"Hold your tongue," she snapped, unexpectedly firm. "You don't smell anything like that. It's… oh, I don't know, I wasn't expecting…" Still not lifting high enough to be able to see down there, Elsa took another sampling and closed her eyes, trying to focus. "So heady, and so… oh, I love it. I actually do. It smells like something I should hate, but the actual experience is incredible in the best of ways."

Her sister was grinning, but it wasn't a grin of smug triumph; Elsa had still been half-expecting that, despite how good Anna had been about everything lately; to see the typical teasing from her little sister. But no, this smile was bashful. She was praising her more than she expected, even if it was over something as bizarre as how the inside of her shorts smelled.

"You… c-could have more," Anna finally forced herself to whisper.

"I can't. It sounds strange, I know, but… well, actually- no, I'm not ready. Sorry." She said all of this so unconvincingly she was embarrassed for herself, but she did it anyway. Stuck to her guns.

"What about… up through the pantleg?" Her ginger-haired sister had a point. Elsa was considering that, so she took the moment to pet along her thigh, which was now closer to her own head. "Less chance of, um, seeing too much."

Maybe that would be preferable. Less dangerous. Probably not, but her curiosity was too insatiable to leave things where they were. Scooting down, she felt her knee bump against Anna's shoulder as she got her head into position. "O-oh, sorry…"

"It's okay," Anna laughed. Then she felt the fabric being rolled up, the skin to one side of her most sensitive spot exposed to the air, and she sucked in a breath.

"You're so… hairy." At the grunt, she grinned up at her. "I know, I know. Shaving is a sin against nature, and so on. Just… it seems so… wild."

Nodding her understanding, Anna lay her head on Elsa's knee and watched as Elsa breathed her in again, burying her face deeper and deeper. Then she whispered, "You like it. Me."

"Yes," she answered baldly, fingers digging into Anna's thigh to hold her there. "Mmh… I know, it's weird, that I'm out of my mind… but this is so good to me! As good as the oils you used, but in a different… in a special way I can't…"

"Better or worse than my pits?" Anna teased lightly as she watched Elsa rooting around in her nether regions. Her breath was coming faster, too. Elsa wondered about that, but decided against asking.

"Better. But not by much."

"I see." Licking her lips, she began to squirm very slightly. "Elsa… I think you should either wrap up your 'experiment' with my smells or, um… move on to phase two."

"What's phase two?"

"Tastes."

That shook her from her daze. She leaned back and stared straight at Anna, who was still crimson-cheeked but managed to maintain her look of affection despite. "Tastes? As in… tasting you?"

"Whatever."

For the first time in quite a while, given what they had been up to, Elsa was also blushing at where she was and what she was doing. But she found herself whispering, "Maybe. But… not right now, I… don't think that's wise for now."

"Your loss," Anna attempted. But when Elsa kissed her inner thigh, she spasmed and jerked, letting out a shaky, "O-oh my GOD…"

"Anna… maybe we really should stop. We've gone too far as it is."

Nodding, Anna swallowed, then let out a long, slow breath. "Okay. Just… can I try one thing… before we stop?"

"One thing like that? As long as it doesn't involve my tongue going anywhere new. Fair?"

"Fair. Just… one thing."

Before Elsa could react, she felt Anna's head sliding between her thighs. A squeal of pure fear erupted from her, but she fell silent when she felt the head stop, and the light caress of air on places that had not felt any breath in some time.

"A-Anna?!"

"Nhhh, oh yeah," Anna breathed gently, a clear note of happiness in her tone. "You smell just as good as I smell to you, Elsa."

A moan fell from Elsa's mouth unbidden before she could stop it. Anna liked her smell? It was too incredible to be believed! Bad enough that Anna's head was between her thighs to begin with, inches from her still-glistening sex — she was also breathing her in! The temptation to get off a second time rose with every gust of breath that teased her.

Then she was demanding, "Wh-what are you going to do to me down there? I… I don't know…"

"Nothing, I promise. But I couldn't help but get curious about your pheromones, after all this." Another deep breath, and then Anna switched gears. "And while we're at it… you look so beautiful. Like a painting."

"Ohhh, this isn't- Anna, I don't know how to feel!" A hand was caressing her hip, and she almost raised her leg to chase it away, but that would only open her up even more to Anna's eyes. "I'm sorry, c-can you come out of there? Having t-trouble focusing while… while you're so close to…"

"To perfection." Another deep breath, another soft sigh from Anna, and another high-pitched whine of ill-suppressed need from Elsa. "I'll get out of here, yeah… I'm tempted to do other things. I should get out."

"So why aren't you?" That prompted her, and she removed her head from between Elsa's thighs, instead leaning it against her hip. "Okay. That's… okay, we are… pretty bad, aren't we?"

"We are." Elsa's face was still close to the shorts leg, and she grinned down at her. "But you really like it? Not just, y'know… morbidly curious, or trying to 'punk' me?"

Pursing her lips, she said in as close to a deadpan as she could muster, "Yes. You stink so good."

"My musk." Widening her own legs, Anna continued to chide her, "You like my pussy-stank and my pit-stank. Makes me want to stink it up even more for you."

The fresh waft of it made Elsa sigh with pleasure. "Not that I'm going there," she warned her before continuing, "but… what about back here?" Her hand prodded one of Anna's hindcheeks.

"Y-yes," Anna giggled self-consciously, clenching the muscles under Elsa's grip. Elsa let out a lewd little chuckle of her own that she couldn't believe was coming from her own mouth. "But I mean, the pheromones are overpowered by other scents that go with the territory. They are there, though."

"Okay. Really, that's all the questions I have about these special 'glands'. So…" With an almost regretful wince, Elsa nipped the pantleg closed. She already missed the scent. What was wrong with her?! "So where on earth do we go from here?"

The slow shrug of Anna's freckled shoulder somehow made Elsa's heart race even more, and she found herself looking into her heavily-lidded eyes. In that moment, it struck her with the force of a truck: her sister was attractive. To her now, yes, but also in general. Whoever she did end up with would be a lucky person, indeed.

"We both got off," she finally said in a quiet, sultry voice. "But I could go again. And so could you." When Elsa gulped, she continued, "Merely pointing that out; we don't have to do anything about it. You are in charge of your own destiny, and if you don't want that to include… you and me in this way, then it won't. But if you're feeling a little adventurous…"

And now they had a very terrifying, very important question to answer.

"I don't think…" That was honest, but Elsa revised it to sound more firm. "We should not do this. We shouldn't go any further than we have tonight, I… I don't think it's smart."

Not missing a beat, Anna nodded and patted Elsa's ribs. "Okay. Then come up here and give me snuggles."

She did. Arms looped loosely around each other, they easily fitted themselves into each other's forms, shifting and gasping and writhing from the lingering heat. Their mouths pressed so close, open to allow for panting, but did not connect.

Why did her sister have to be so inviting? All she wanted to do was grab hold of both auburn braids and hang on for dear life, find out where this would take the both of them. Why shouldn't she? Everything else in her life was disappointing, boring, desolate. Anna was on fire for her, and she wanted to find out what that would be like. With a woman, but also with Anna.

And as she half-expected, the instant she dared think that, her mind was cruel enough to conjure up images of thirteen-year-old Anna, stealing her textbook and laughing. Six-year-old Anna with a skinned knee, sobbing for her father as he raced across the lawn to the sidewalk and the overturned bicycle. Ten-year-old Anna, asking if they could stay up and watch a movie together, giving Elsa the smile that she only gave Elsa. Seventeen-year-old Anna, all dressed in black and clinging to her while the bitterly cold winds bit into their bones as they stood-

Her mind slammed shut. No more of that. Anything but that corner of Memory Lane. The whole of it was making her sick and ashamed enough without adding pure pain.

"I still… think… we shouldn't," Elsa informed Anna.

"Who are you trying to convince, Els?"

"Me."

"Wow… didn't expect you to admit it." Anna petted along her back, sighing right against Elsa's neck in a way that made it impossible for her not to shiver. "Are you sure you aren't denying yourself something you need?"

"Anna… don't make this harder for me, okay? I'm going out of my mind! Lately, it's like I don't even know myself anymore! Maybe give me a little time to catch up?"

Sufficiently chagrined, she merely snuggled up to her and whispered, "Sorry. I'm really sorry, it seems like I'm being so pushy lately, and I don't mean to be. I just want us to be… to be honest."

"Yeah. I know." Elsa forced herself to take a deep breath as the heat slowly began to lessen. It refused to fade, not entirely, but now it was manageable. A gentle ambiance of lust that settled around them instead of taking center stage. Between her previous climax, the scents of Anna and the oils, and the tiny drop of alcohol in her stomach, she was beginning to level out. "Mmm… Anna?"

"Hmm?"

"You're… my favourite person. Even if what we've been doing lately worries me, I can't deny there isn't anyone else I love more than I love you."

She didn't expect that to have any real impact. But it did. Anna pulled back to look down into her eyes, stunned. Then she breathed, "Do you mean that?"

"Y-yeah," Elsa said, confused. "Why would I say it if I didn't?"

"Because… well, I feel the same. I just didn't think you liked me that much. Loved me, sure, because I'm your sister, but… sorry, it always seemed like you were just tolerating me most of the time. Ever since high school."

Frowning, Elsa reached up to caress Anna's cheek. "I know. And… I do find you frustrating here and there, and I know I was very short with you when you first arrived. 'Bitchy', even. But we both know the reason for that was… that I missed you. So much, and I didn't want to admit that, so it was easier to just… take it out on you, be angry with you for being gone and being pushy, instead of talking to you about it. Just please, please know that I care about you. Don't ever forget or lose sight of that."

Perhaps the only reason Anna kissed her in that moment was to distract her from the tear rolling down her cheek. Or perhaps she simply couldn't stop herself. Either way, it stretched on for a long while, and Elsa didn't have any desire to fight her off.

In fact, her other desires only grew. The longer they stayed tangled up together, her nude and Anna feeling nearly so up against her, the more she wanted, and the more she felt Anna wanting. They were completely on the same page now in all ways, except for Anna being less hesitant. A hand found its way down to her waist and rested there, as if wishing it could climb further down but not sure Elsa would approve.

When they broke apart, Anna whispered, "I know you do. Or I do now, where… before, it was more like I hoped you did."

"Well, I do. I love you so much!" As Anna kissed her neck, she whispered, "But we have to… stop this for now, okay? Let me catch my breath and think."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Taking a deep breath, she merely lay there a moment, gazing up at Elsa with an unprecedented level of affection in her teal eyes. "Um… it's kinda early still. Wanna dig into that ice cream?"

Elsa grinned into Anna's hair as she whispered, "You read my mind."

~ To Be Continued ~