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La Guerre de l'Art - Un Portrait de Deux Lesbiennes Amoureuses

[The War of Art - A Portrait of Two Lesbians in Love]

CHAPTER 8

The Art of Restraint

About a month had passed since Hans' departure for Civitella. During that time, Elsa and Anna spent each day together, with Anna making use of her room in the Maurer estate at night a few times each week.

Many an afternoon was spent drinking tea or wine while one of them would paint. Early in the third week, Elsa purchased a second easel, along with more supplies, so they could both paint together once more.

Late January brought colder than normal weather, so the women stayed indoors with a fire burning in the hearth to keep the room warm. On this day, Elsa was content to watch Anna work as the redhead had asked her to pose today. Dressed in the blue gown she'd worn on Christmas Day, Elsa rested upon the chaise—left arm draped across the backrest, right upon the arm of the chaise, head cocked slightly to her right, and legs up with them crossed at the ankle.

The chaise itself was covered in a dark admiral grey fabric, with small floral designs consisting of sky blue centers and light admiral grey petals.

"Stop that," Anna finally commented.

"Stop what?"

"You know very well." When Elsa did not inquire again, nor acknowledge Anna's comment, she rolled her eyes. "You know… licking your lips that way. It's very distracting."

A light chuckle came from the other side of the parlour as Elsa tried not to shift her position otherwise. "Why, Anna… normally it is you who teases me, and yet you cannot take your own punishment? How… interesting." The redhead couldn't help but laugh at that, despite herself. "But I will stop until you have finished, at least."

"Thank you. And… done." Contrary to her words, she did dab at the canvas twice more after that, but they were superficial strokes. Then she stood back and admired her work. "Well… it's not quite as vibrant as the painting you did of me last week, but you know… it isn't half bad."

Elsa stood and stretched her limbs before walking over to look at the painting for herself.

"Oh, Anna…" she chuckled lightly. "Perhaps the colours do not have the same intrinsic flair as those in my painting—but that is only due to the clothing and surrounding environs. However, that does not mean your painting is of any less value, or done with any less skill. This is…"

For the piece in front of her was absolument magnifique. The way Anna had blended the shades to capture the dress against the backdrop of the chaise, with only the fire's light to illuminate the scene given the dreary conditions outside.

"This is…"

Elsa was lost for words.

So she did the only thing she could think of to convey her emotions, pulling Anna firmly against herself and crashing their lips together with abandon. The flurry of emotion inside provided a heady rush when paired with the feel of those delicate lips dancing against her own. And this time, Elsa was first to part her lips, stroking her tongue against Anna's lower lip to beg for entrance. Entrance which was granted most willingly, as their tongues gently caressed each other—not fighting for dominance, merely seeking to revel in the stimulating touch of the other's warmth.

When at last their contact parted, some minutes later, Anna swayed on her feet and whispered, "That… must be quite a painting."

"It is. You are—quite a painter, I mean. Not a painting… though you could be, the way you draw the attention of every eye in the room."

"There are no other eyes here but ours, you... homme de lubrique!" Elsa only laughed at her accusation, which got Anna laughing as well. "You're ridiculous, my love."

"And you are delectable. I could eat every bit of you."

The smile slowly dwindled down until it was a purely lustful gaze. "Then what's stopping you? Certainly not your panache… that seems to be at full strength."

"Mm… well, it's most certainly not you who's trying to stop me."

Elsa's gaze turned soft, running fingers through auburn hair brighter than the sun that day. The girl's lips perked up warmly, purring and suddenly very much in love with the feeling of her delicate fingers. It made Anna wonder what else she could do—what else that could make her feel as if she was a God and she was finally in heaven. And she was beginning to sink deep into pleasure with a relishing kiss and a fine massage from Elsa.

The blonde tilted her head. "You know we can't…" she whispered. Their forehead pressed together, and the warmth of them together made their hearts beat fast.

"He's not here, my sweet…" Her hands ran to the top of her chest, bringing her fingers up to her collar and they finally met with a little button. Though, she couldn't even begin to undress her before Elsa's hand enclosed around hers tightly.

"While I do… desire to undress you… and I do wish to make you mine, we have to draw the line somewhere, ma chérie."

"Ma bien-aimée, Elsa… why must we limit ourselves in such a fashion? We both pledged ourselves to each other that day—even if the gathered masses believed it to be otherwise. Have we not struggled through this long enough?" Anna's eyes grew moist, tears threatening to eagerly rain down freckle-laden cheeks. "Why must we torture ourselves so? He is gone, perhaps never to return… and regardless of that, I've already sworn to you that I shall not lay with him…" The waiting tears began to stream down her face, raging like a waterfall, as she desperately pleaded, "so please allow me to lay with you!"

Elsa wrapped pale arms around the sobbing, shuddering form of her beloved as she pressed feather-light kisses across her brow.

She pondered deeply on the subject at hand. What shall I do? She is not wrong—this is tortuous, and not solely for her. Nor was her assessment of the wedding incorrect either; my vows were to her and hers to me—even if offered under pretense of being to him. So why do I force us both to endure this pain? My honour? She scoffed at herself mentally. My honour was already forgotten in this manner the moment our relationship passed that of mere friendship. Her honour?

It seemed her reasons to withhold her physical affections were becoming moot, obsolete in the face of how close they had grown… how enraptured with each other. That wasn't to say she was exactly comfortable with what they were about to try… but the time had come.

"Are you alright with… an initial step?" When Anna's head only tilted, Elsa raised a thumb to dry her eyes and continued, "We retire to my chambers. Slip beneath the covers, so that… sight unseen…"

"Oui?!" Anna goaded her, impatient to at least hear the rest of this proposition.

"My hands will pleasure myself, and… and my hands will pleasure you, as well."

That took the younger woman unawares. Despite her insistences, her urging for there to be more to their relationship, she had not been quite expecting for this one time to make any significant difference. Yet there they were, actually discussing moving past heated glances, past grinding on each other in linen closets. This was as if her true Christmas present had come a month later than anticipated.

Now, Anna was beginning to think it was too good to be true. Her voice was caught in her throat, and she was unable to think about anything else other than that Elsa was beginning to be more open. Well, more willing, Anna should say. Of course, Elsa had always been the one to stop them from going too far, and Anna was quite surprised that she would suggest something like this.

Elsa stared at her warily. "Anna?"

She blinked, feeling a cold hand cradling her cheek and it kept her away from these troubling thoughts. "Y-Yes?"

"I've… gone too far, I'm afraid?"

Her eyes widened. "Mon Dieu, non!" She chuckled and put her hand over Elsa's in comfort. And soon, the blonde relaxed from her tensed muscles and blue eyes that looked quite heavy out of fear.

"Good," she sighed, accepting Anna's assistance in petting her own cheek. "Well, if you think I'll be more rough on you than you are on yourself, you're mistaken; I intend to take the utmost of care with your body, my dearest, darling little rose."

"And I would expect nothing less, my sweet." Then her hand turned Elsa's palm outward so that she could press her lips against it, graze them up toward the soft expanse just below where fingers met hand. "Though I must wonder… why now, after so many times we could have?"

"Because we discussed it. Because things change, because…" A low growl sounded in her throat. "Because I am tired of waiting to ravage you."

Anna visibly shivered at the words, uttered in that husky tone. Heat flared down her spine to pool in her loins, and she leaned forward until her lips brushed the shell of Elsa's ear, the blonde's hand still cupping her cheek.

"Then ravage me."

Her words sent a chill crawling down her back and a burning ache down to her loins. It set fire through her body, rapidly and pleasantly. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out other than a shuddering sigh. Her eyes were filled with darkness, overtaking the icy blue from her eyes and her face flushed red with desire. Teal eyes stared back at her, lusting for her… craving for her lover's touch.

A couple of minutes later, they found themselves on the bed and Elsa was seated on her lap, Anna laid down upon dozens of pillows beneath her. She had no idea how they'd gotten there so quickly, with Anna's arms around her neck and her own around her thin waist. It was hot, and the two staring not so meekly at each other was making each of them feel as if a ball of fire had coiled up inside the bottom pit of their stomach.

"Well?" Anna whispered, and prompted Elsa to blink from her fantasies.

"Well, what…?"

Finding this quite adorable, she laughed. "Well, kiss me…"

And suddenly, ravishing, she did. Her lips quickly crashed into hers with such heated passion. Her hands held tightly to her waist, searching for a tight embrace. Her heart thumped rapidly, calling for an escape from her confining chest. Anna's moans filled the room, and it was delicious to Elsa's ears.

But as much as Elsa wanted to rip her clothes to pieces, press her up against the wall, claiming her to be her own… she wanted this to be a gentle, welcoming night. Slowly, her impatient hands stopped grabbing her and cradled her cheeks with care.

Elsa was the first to pull away, hooded eyes staring down at the woman. Her fingers tucked back her hair behind her ear.

Anna opened her eyes, and she looked almost hypnotized into her stares. "Elsa…"

The blonde grinned with ease, her thumb touching the corner of her plump, wet, beautiful lips. "I want you…"

The younger woman sighed, grabbing her wrist and she was tempted to lick her finger. But this wasn't just about her anymore—not her own unfulfilled lust for Elsa, and her own selfishness. This was now about Elsa. Whatever she wanted, she'd give, gladly and obediently.

And Elsa wanted her.

Oh, how Elsa wanted her. But she'd savor this moment, every second of it—like sketches upon a canvas later filled with vibrant paints, she would slowly build Anna up to a masterpiece worthy of this next step in their love. The girl had waited long enough. Elsa had waited long enough.

And as the safekeeper of Anna's heart, of holding the honor of being her other half...Elsa would accept nothing less than perfection.

Their lips met once more in a slow, sensual dance. Giving and taking, as their relationship had been for nearly every step of the way. Freckled hands came up to tangle themselves in Elsa's hair when she nipped at Anna's bottom lip, soothing it over with her tongue afterwards and probing, asking, for entrance. Her lover readily granted this request, mouth parting to receive an eager tongue, and Elsa could taste the chocolatl they had earlier that day. They had both grown fond of the foreign treat—almost as fond as they had grown of each other.

Anna moaned as their bodies began to undulate against the other, and Elsa's hands wandered down the girl's sides, tracing over her curves, her valleys, reaching up to those peaks to palm her left breast. They parted for air, gasping in the small space between them, and Elsa gently kneaded at the softness beneath her hand. Anna's gasps grew breathier as she arched her back, offering more of her chest.

The blonde grinned, feeling fingers running back golden fringes that covered her eyes. And against her palm, she could feel Anna's heart bursting and her skin set ablaze with want. Anna's palm trailed down to hers, prompting her to squeeze her beautifully rounded mound. Dieu, it was soft and it ignited an enchanting moan slipping out of Anna's lips, her back arched and her eyes shut with pleasure.

She wanted more of that look of ecstasy. Immediately, she pecked her lips once more and pursued her way down to her neck, nose brushing fiery red hair and her lips brushing against heated skin, covering every little speck of freckles exposed.

"Oh Elsa," she sighed, letting her fingers fist into her hair. Elsa looked up, blue eyes watching the woman's mouth opening and closing, and a trickle of drool peeking from its corner.

Encore… she thought, and pressed her tongue onto her neck.

Anna gasped, feeling teeth grinding into her neck. "E-Elsa… Ahh…" The aching burn between Anna's thighs was quite ironic when she was feeling so very soaked.

"Now," Elsa breathed in a ragged whisper, "I… want to take you, but don't want to ruin your clothing in the process. Should—

The air filled with the sound of rending fabric. It was wasteful, wanton… and set Elsa ablaze to watch the halves of the dress falling away, to see only the chemise beneath because Anna had not been the one posing, and had opted to be more comfortable rather than formal.

Combined, the efforts of four hands removed the remnants of dress and tugged the chemise up and over Anna's head, laying her bare again. Elsa drank in the sight for only a moment before she whirled, presenting her back to Anna to undo her own dress.

"This is far too beautiful to give the same treatment," Anna told her, loving hands plying at the bonds that prevented them from being together. Soon but not soon enough, they had it off, and the corset underneath was being undone. "Oh, Elsa… you can't know how much I want this. How often I've—

"Oh, I think I can."

"Well… perhaps," she admitted with a giggle, finally peeling it off. Elsa took care of her own chemise, and then turned back to stalk toward her lover, hips swaying from side to side as her feet stepped free of the pool of fabric, of her fine shoes that had completed the ensemble. A hungry expression filled Anna's face as she crawled backward along the bed, not taking her eyes from the other one set so intent upon her.

Upon reaching the bed, Elsa climbed up and made her way towards her beloved, until she was straddling her hips. For several moments, the two women simply stared in awe, taking in the wondrous beauty of the woman they were with. Then, Elsa started to rub her hands up and down Anna's bare sides, and leaned in for a slow, tender kiss.

Anna responded in kind, keeping the kiss warm and loving, as she too ran her hands up and down Elsa's bare sides. Both revelled in the ability to touch the other directly, skin to skin without a barrier for the first time, without worries of crossing a line or causing the other distress.

As they kissed, Elsa's hand drifted out to one side, clawing at the bed until she finally made purchase upon the fine silk sheet and dragged it over the top of them.

"Elsa," Anna sighed into her neck as they embraced, Elsa's lips working their way along the shell of her ear. "Ah! Y-you meant what you said, about… about keeping ourselves hidden…"

"Oui, my morsel. Secrecy is everything with our relationship, it is… the butter on our baguette. And I want to preserve it, cherish the sensuous quality it holds." Then she drew back and stared down into Anna's eyes. "For only under the cover of darkness can I feel free to unmake you."

"But we have done more, and out in the open," Anna reminded her, the smile not cruel, not taunting. "And… I know that upset you, but it seems funny now to take this step backward."

That made the blonde cant her head to one side, reaching up to unpin her hair and allow it to fall loosely around her shoulders—which made Anna's breath catch again. She always adored seeing Elsa in this fashion, so rare a sight it was.

"One step backward… to take another step forward. This is the dance, chérie."

"And who of us shall take the lead?" Despite her question, Anna threaded her hands through the loosened strands of Elsa's hair, combing through the silken curls and gripping them at the nape of Elsa's neck. A gentle tug had Elsa baring her neck to her lover as though presenting herself for sacrifice upon an altar, and perhaps the bed they shared was as such.

For it was with worshipful fervor that Anna took to Elsa's flesh, exploring the tilt of Elsa's chin and the tense line of her jaw with an eager mouth. Elsa might have responded to her query if she could do anything but whimper desperately and claw at Anna's hips with trembling hands. "Anna." The name was as much a plea as the words that followed, "Dieu, your lips…"

"What about them?" Anna purred, the vibrations of her speech thrumming against Elsa's throat with a teasing cant. Both women were distracted by Anna's sudden urge to latch onto a sensitive patch of Elsa's skin and suckle, tongue and teeth working in tandem to work at her flesh until it grew dark and throbbed with the fluttering beat of Elsa's heart.

Nothing other than gasps and soft moans like music that her lips were drawing out echoed into Anna's ears. Nails drew down her skin, leaving long red marks that left both of them reaching for pleasure.

The redhead continued her ministration, and her tongue slowly caressed the dark mark—though Anna was quite proud of the mark… it was a sign of claiming. A sign to show others that Elsa was hers… Quite funny how she wouldn't be able to show the love bites to others.

Tender fingers slid down Elsa's slender and trembling back, feeling golden strands of hair, brushing against her very fingertips. She continued to kiss her jaw, earning strings of groans and moans back. She repeated, "What about them…?"

Elsa quivered and her eyes watered, feeling her warm, sweet breath brushing against that very spot. She bit her lip and felt completely restless. And the fingers that roved down her back were not helping.

"I… I want…"

"Certainly, you don't just mean my lips, right?" She wiggled her fingers on her back to emphasize.

The blush on her cheeks grew darker but it wasn't long until a smile quirked up and left Anna in a confused state of mind. "I… Most certainly do, but… shouldn't it be you who is answering that question?"

The redhead blinked. "W-what?"

Chuckling, she leaned into her ear, loving how Anna shuddered and tightened her grip. "Let me remind you… I'll be the one… taking care of us tonight. So you," Elsa dabbed a finger to her chest, "should just sit back… relax… and enjoy the show."

That made Anna smile coyly, though she did lay back as she was bade. "Well… I thought we might play with those rules you stated a bit, but I forget what a… taskmaster you are, commandant."

"Oh, shush," Elsa laughed in a subdued voice. Her desire was already raging, and she could scarcely keep herself from taking everything she wanted all at once. However… the time had passed to keep being coy.

A little "Oh!" issued from Anna when she felt the hand on her inner thigh. Stretching her arms up above her head, one flush with the headboard, she spread invitingly, welcomed the newcomer into her chambers. Elsa could feel wetness before she even came into contact with its source; yes, Anna was more than prepared to experience her method. As prepared as Elsa was to practice it on her.

"You're sure?" Elsa asked, keeping the question brief. It was a mere formality by this point. When Anna nodded, she pressed her fingers home.

"AHHNH!" The redhead's voice was overjoyed to finally feel the artistic instruments of the great Elsa Maurer dipping into her palette, creating a landscape of ecstasy. "Ohhhh, m'amant, nous sommes vraiment ensemble, enfin!"

"We are. You are mine." Her voice was deep, as consoling as it was provocative, resonant and rich and full of her own needs. The fingertips began to slide up and down faster, still only filling in the backdrop before they moved along to the central subject. "And you are exquisite."

Elsa's fingers dipped slightly between those waiting folds—merely a hint of what was to come, and Anna's hips jerked readily. Dieu, were they both ready…

Elsa pressed a kiss to the girl's bare shoulder...and her fingers slid further inside until they hilted.

"Nnnaah!" A cry escaped from Anna's lips at finally, finally feeling Elsa inside of her, painting masterful strokes within the canvas of her body. Legs wrapped around the blonde's waist as she bucked in time to the fingers steadily thrusting in and out of her, drawing her to greater heights. It was one thing to bring pleasure from her own touch...it was another thing entirely to feel someone else's fingers curling against her walls, flitting over that one patch that turned her moans into needy keens.

"Th-There!" Anna gasped, and ever the dutiful lover, Elsa obliged.

This had been what Elsa was waiting for, hoping to hear; Anna's encouragement. The tacit agreement that what they were doing did not disgust her, was in fact something she yearned for just as much in the moment as she did before it came. And so she spurred ever onward, not at the furious pace she would put her own form through but neither did she treat Anna as if she would break. That would be equally unkind.

No… Anna needed a firm but gentle approach. One she had been rehearsing on herself in preparation for this day, if she were to be honest—but there was no need to reveal quite so much.

"Elsa!" Anna cried out as she climbed toward the heights, already within their reach, so eagerly had she been aching for this day to arrive. "Oh mon DIEU, you're so good! How do you… how can you know me so well without ever having touched me before?!"

The little dark laugh came unbidden as her speed increased, her fingers curling in over and over. "Because, as you said… I am your God."

And Anna was her most devout follower, crying her name in rapture.

"I-I'm so...so close nnAAH!"

Elsa's thumb brushed against the hardened pearl above, and she felt Anna's legs tighten around her, heels digging into her back as her toes curled. She wouldn't be long now, especially with how Elsa's thumb began swirling that rosy bud in time to her fingers still working furiously.

"Look at me, meine schöne," she whispered into Anna's ear. "Schau mich an."

Her body jerked and she could already feel her high coming her way, nails grazing down Elsa's back as she tried her very best to stay down in bed, holding onto Elsa for dear life. "Oh Elsaaaa!" she whined, head tilted back, and she felt as if she was brought up to the sky, pleasure raining down her fevered frame.

"Ma belle…" Elsa breathed and just two words had almost done it for her, for she was gasping for air, fingers grasping for anything.

"Hgn… E-Elsa… Je vais venir…" Her eyes opened, and Elsa was almost surprised to see the lust coating her teal eyes and the darkness had invaded the gleam. A single tear fell freely down her cheek, and her breathing hurried. "P-Please… ahh… I-I—"

Smiling and making sure Anna knew she being well cared for, she kissed her neck, worshiping every freckle on her sunkissed skin. "It's okay, I'm here… you're safe… viens pour moi."

Elsa continued thrusting her fingers with gentle care, her thumb making slow motions of circles on her sensitive jewel. Fingers found themselves in her hair, tugging and possibly ripping a few strands from the intensity, but Elsa didn't mind at all. She was quite proud of what she could do… her woman panting… moaning… and her body flailing in her hand.

She made sure her blue eyes met Anna's. The moans grew louder and Elsa wasn't even surprised that she was making the same atrocious… no, blissful sound. They were both on cloud nine.

With a few more lasting thrusts of her fingers, the redhead threw her head back and her screams became silent as her high peaked.

Elsa's fingers continued their strokes, prolonging Anna's long-awaited bliss at her hand—a hand that was quickly coated in her lover's essence. Anna continued to writhe and twitch beneath her, hips jerking with every spurt of the fluid. Soon, her body ceased in its shudders, though that freckled chest continued to heave with her breathless gasps. With that, Elsa withdrew her hand from the girl's drenched core—her essence covering her fingers like fresh paint on a brush.

And through it all, Elsa never once broke her gaze.

With their eyes still locked, the blonde lifted her coated fingers to her lips.

Regardless of how hard Anna's heart was pounding, and hot rushes of blood coursing through her body, everything seemed to have stopped the moment Elsa slipped her own essence into her mouth. The redhead stared, wide-eyed, and her fingers twitched.

Oh, how she very badly wanted to pin her down in bed and ravish the blonde just like how she did to her.

"D-Don't, it's dir- ooh..."

She couldn't finish her sentence and a sated groan interrupted her, and she was captured in the dark, hazy gaze of Elsa's blue eyes. And they glowed… Gods, they glowed so beautifully… so hungrily. Elsa's tongue rolled around her two fingers, eyes watching the vulnerable woman below her. Anna's lips had gone dry and all she could do as she was chained to her charm was to stare.

"You…" Elsa started, pulling out her now saliva coated fingers and laid her very fingertips on her bare stomach. She arched, breathing hitched, but still no words could even describe how she was feeling now. "You taste so very...sweet, amoureuse."

"Then… h-have as much as you want," she bade her love, still slack-jawed and disbelieving. "If it's sweet enough for my sweet."

So Elsa helped herself to another light caress, eliciting a more muted gasp from Anna now that her urges had been spent. This time, however, she paused to contemplate her hand, turning it this way and that. Catching the gleaming substance in the light from the window.

"You know… something has bothered me." When Anna did not respond, she glanced back to her curious. "Something that you have enjoyed once before, but I have not. Hardly seems fair."

"Ç'est quoi?" However, she didn't have to wait long to find out, watching as Elsa's hand disappeared beneath the silk… but did not find its way to Anna again. "Oh, y-you… oh."

The blonde's eyes closed in sheer bliss as she felt the slickness she had thieved from her lover's loins coming into contact with her own inflamed petals. Within seconds, her breath was already hitching, back undulating as she saw to her own raw hunger. Anna's surprised expression slowly melted to one of serene adoration, and she wrapped both arms around her mentor's back, holding their bodies close as she began to push inside, burying Anna's essence deep within herself.

It was not unlike claiming her, to a degree, as their essences mixed with every thrust of Elsa's fingers through her weeping folds. The thought of Anna inside of her stoked the fire burning in her loins, and she threw her head back, moans falling wantonly from her lips. She felt kisses along her neck as she pleasured herself, and a tongue trailed down to lave at her pulse point.

"Elsa, I… wondered if taking yourself would be enough, if I shouldn't be the one to— A deafening shriek of pleasure filled the bedchamber, and her head ducked slightly. "Non, I was mistaken! You can handle yourself!"

"Anna! Ohhhh, I can't- I can't- ANNA Mein GOTT, füllen mich! AAAHHHH!"

The teal eyes shot wide, never having heard Elsa be quite this free with herself before, even on the other occasions in which she partook. What had gotten into her?

Of course, the answer to that was simple: Anna.

"Yes," Anna breathed against her skin, letting her hands trail up and down the back, raking downward with her nails to add fuel to the fires that burned so brightly. "Please, my sweet—do whatever you will, no holding back! Just let yourself feel! Feel me!"

Not long afterward, perhaps a few more outcries, and Elsa's legs straightened like two arrows, shaking as she became gripped in the most powerful orgasm she'd yet known. The warm, sculpted creature beside her was all to blame and they both knew it, even if she had done so little. Then, panting and robbed of her ability to move, she flopped down against the mattress.

"Mon dieu…" was all she could say after regaining her breath, too exhausted to even extricate her hand from between her legs.

"Yes? What is it?" Anna couldn't help but tease, smiling at the tired blonde beside her. She giggled at the half-hearted frown thrown her way, and smoothed the crumple of Elsa's brow with a gentle hand, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Welcome back, my sweet."

"Mm," Elsa hummed lazily in response, allowing her eyes to close for a moment, reveling in the warm, familiar touch of Anna's lips on her skin. With a content sigh she peeked out one eye and said, "You… are truly amazing, my love. The greatest treasure in the entire world."

Anna chuckled, planting another kiss on the very tip of Elsa's nose before burrowing her face in the crook of Elsa's neck. "How can that be so when I'm admiring the greatest treasure in existence?" She snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around the blonde and entwining their legs, fitting their bodies together perfectly. "Elsa, you've given me… so much. Possibly more than I could ever ask for." Caressing her lover's sweaty back with tender strokes of her fingers, she kissed Elsa's neck and murmured, "Thank you for everything."

"Bitte," she yawned, then caught herself and giggled self-consciously. "Oh… sorry, I… forgot myself."

"Don't think I mind," Anna breathed with a glowing smile. "You can 'sprechen die Deutsch' anytime."

Inexplicably, something about hearing German from Anna's inexperienced tongue was almost enough to give Elsa a second wind. Any other day, it probably would have. However, she contented herself with peppering the freckled cheeks of her lover with kisses for the time being.

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