Warnings:

Well, we're hitting the M-rating this time, so: *counts on fingers* Suggestive/sexual content of the (mostly) over-the-clothes-variety, mild D/s with Elsa topping, voice kink, language kink, little bit of praise kink, biting/marking, possessiveness and restraining (but not restraints).

As more of a note: Elsa is technically speaking Italian here, but actually having it translated – only to then add an English translation for any non-speakers – seemed a little goofy. So anytime you see a full, spoken sentence or more in all italics, that is her speaking in Italian.

Enjoy.

Sabato; Serata

"This is ridiculous," came a low groan, and Elsa swiftly hid a smile when she glanced over to see Anna scowling at her food, with her chopsticks still free of anything but sauce. "We're eating out of cardboard containers anyway, and I have it on good authority that one of those drawers right over there-" A single finger pointed towards the kitchen. "-is stocked with perfectly serviceable forks. Tell me again why I have to use these?"

"Authenticity," Elsa quipped, and somehow managed to keep a straight face when she nimbly deposited a piece of chicken into her own mouth and was given an annoyed glower for her trouble. "Aside from that, the chopsticks were invented long before the fork."

"I see your historical fact," Anna countered, and narrowed her eyes. "And raise you the argument that Chinese people are almost invariably skinny."

"A fact that I'm certain has everything to do with their eating utensils, rather than overall lifestyle." She settled her own serving on the low table and stood, and if her chuckle at her companion's predicament grew a little lower when she slid into place behind Anna on the couch and felt her breathing hitch in response... well, who could blame her? "Here; give me your hand." Pause. "The one you're holding the chopsticks with, Anna."

"Right." The one, freckled cheek that she could see colored abruptly; easily visible even in the flickering light from the television. "Sorry."

Since her face was outside Anna's field of vision given their current positioning, Elsa didn't bother trying to hide her smile this time. Instead, she found herself admiring the contrast in their respective skin tones as she carefully adjusted the hold that Anna had on her chopsticks, and idly enjoyed the sensation of the redhead's back moving subtly against her own front as Anna breathed.

"Like this," she explained, and covered the tanner fingers with her own. "You hold the lower one still, right there. And then to move the top one, you simply-" Gently, she let her own index finger press against Anna's, and watched the resulting, almost tweezer-like motion happen. "See?"

"Uh huh."

"Good." Elsa retracted her hand enough to settle it on the redhead's waist, and only then realized that Anna was not only still looking noticeably flushed, but that her voice also sounded quite strained. "Hey." She rested her chin on the cotton-clad shoulder, and tried to catch the pale eyes. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Anna squeaked, and then cleared her throat. "Really. But, um... if you want me to focus on dinner, I need you to stop breathing or speaking so close to my ear."

"Oh." Now Elsa was the one blushing, because she honestly should have thought of that. "Of course. I'll just-" She had one heel barely brushing the edge of the couch by the time Anna's free hand wrapped around her ankle and halted any further motion.

"Stay," came the soft insistence, along with a short chuckle. "It's fine, Elsa; I like this. It's just extremely distracting to have your voice aimed right there, y'know?"

"Hm." Thus reassured, Elsa settled back into the cushions and interlaced her fingers over Anna's belly when the other woman leaned back against her in turn. "I suppose it's a good thing that I wasn't giving the instructions in Italian," she then mused, though this time she did take care to speak into the soft, fiery hair.

"Oh yeah." The skin-warmed cotton under her hands moved in a silent laugh. "The couch would've been decked out in snow peas if you had, but at least leather cleans up."

Remarkable, really, that she could have such a strong effect on Anna without even trying to, Elsa privately decided with a little shake of her head. On the other hand, she was also reminded of the fact that it was very much mutual when the redhead shifted slightly and there was the faint brush of a denim-clad backside against the vee of her own thighs. She breathed through it and pushed it aside, however, because they were supposed to be watching a movie.

And speaking of which... "What are we watching, again?" she queried, and frowned as she studied the screen. "And why is she hopelessly devoted to a reflection in a kiddie pool?"

There was a soft groan, and Anna's head dropped back against her shoulder. "I can't believe you've never seen Grease before," the redhead complained, with a smack to her thigh for good measure. "That has got to be in violation of at least one fundamental law of the universe. Maybe two."

Elsa chuckled into the copper hair and tightened her hold. She liked this, she decided idly as she half-watched the goings-on on the television and felt the steady rise and fall of Anna's breathing under her own hands. In fact, she really liked this, and that honestly surprised her a little, because while she personally had no compunctions about a lazy evening spent at home, it wasn't something that she could ever remember doing with anyone outside of her immediate family.

Still, there was something about this; the warm, comfortable weight of Anna leaning against her, the faint motion and sound of even breathing and the domestic noise of the movie playing that combined into a very peaceful atmosphere. Even when Anna dropped one of the aforementioned snow peas into her own lap and proceeded to curse under her breath before swearing solemnly that they were 'having sandwiches next time, dammit'.

"Sandwiches?" Elsa parroted, amused, and watched as Anna managed to dig out the now slightly smooshed pea and deposit it inside a napkin. "And here I thought those constituted snacks, rather than meals."

"Sacrilege!" Anna declared, and reached back to tweak the side of her waist. "Sandwiches are awesome, thank you very much; they're customizable and nutritious." Pause, and a tilt of the fiery head until Elsa could see her grin and feel the faint tickle of a few loose strands of hair against the side of her own throat. "Or just a pile of empty calories, if that's what you're in the mood for at the time."

Exactly what one could put into a sandwich to make it nutritionally void, Elsa didn't know. So she asked.

"Fluff," was the simple answer, over the sound of a car engine revving in the movie.

"... 'fluff'?"

"Fluff," Anna repeated, and fell silent just long enough to secure and chew a piece of rice-covered beef. "It's basically spreadable marshmallow," she then explained. "Put that between two slices of white bread, with some peanut butter and maybe a bit of chocolate syrup. Or some sliced fruit, if you want at least a little bit of actual nutrition. Kinda defeats the purpose, though."

Elsa was doing her darnedest to even picture that particular combination, let alone put together what it would taste like, but admittedly, her imagination was currently failing her. "I..." She opened her mouth, closed it again, and this time spent several seconds in thought before trying one more time. "I can't quite decide if that sounds more intriguing or revolting."

"Don't knock the fluffernutter." Anna scooted down in her seat a little further; until the back of her head was – apparently comfortably – pillowed on Elsa's chest, and her butt just barely on the safe side of the seat's edge while her socked feet settled on the table in front of them. "It's pretty much the ultimate comfort food, and good for whatever ails you." Here, she paused, and sucked the end of her chopsticks pensively. "Well... maybe except for a stomach ache."

"Maybe?"

"Works wonders on mine."

"Ah." She filed that information away for future reference, and retracted her hold when Anna sat up to put her food away. "Are stomach aches a common affliction of yours?"

"Nah." A soft chuckle accompanied Anna's shifting, and Elsa drew in a breath when she was nudged into a reclining position along the length of the couch, with her host settling comfortably and unconcernedly half on top of her. "It probably should be with how I eat sometimes, but my GI-system hasn't thrown up its hands in disgust yet, so I think I'm good."

"Hm." Really, she was listening, but the speech center in her brain seemed to have been disabled; probably due to the distinct sensation of soft warmth now molding against her body as Anna relaxed. It was, she reflected distractedly, both intoxicating and calming all at once, and slipping her arms around Anna's back in a loose embrace felt as frighteningly natural as the pleasant weight of the head that settled into place against the front of her shoulder.

"Is this okay?" Anna's voice wondered a few moments later; soft beneath the sound of another musical number that Elsa was only halfway paying attention to. "I mean, I'm basically yanking you around like a human body pillow and you do know that you can totally speak up if I'm squishing you, right?"

"I'm aware," she promised around a smile, and felt more than heard the soft hum as she stroked the tips of her fingers over Anna's spine. "It's alright; you aren't heavy in the slightest."

The scoff against her collarbone told her that Anna didn't entirely believe her, but she could also feel the faint twitch of a smile. "Flatterer," came the warmly amused accusation, with Anna's lips just barely brushing the base of Elsa's throat as she spoke. "How are hell are you even single?"

"Intention, chiefly." Elsa took care to keep her voice gentle rather than risk making Anna feel slighted, and closed her eyes when a thumb started rubbing lazy circles against her side. "I haven't really gone looking for an actual relationship in quite some time. I certainly wasn't looking for one when I approached you."

"Mm." The thumb against her side became a palm; Anna's hand slipping under the edge of the t-shirt and settling warmly on her skin. "That makes two of us," came the wry agreement, and there was the slow movement of a long breath that ended in a chuckle. "Jesus, I wanted you so bad, though. I just-" Another breath – sharper this time – and Elsa felt something inside her clench in reaction when a subtle shift had Anna pressing almost imperceptibly closer. "Like a moth to a flame, to quote a hoary old saying."

"Out of the two of us, I think you're the more 'fiery' looking one," she commented, and realized that there was a narrow of strip of warm skin just over the waistband of Anna's jeans.

"Yeah, probably." She felt the motion of the grin before the press of Anna's elbow made the cushion beneath her own shoulder dip, and then those pale eyes were peering at her from very, very close by while Anna rested her head in her hand. "But the flames don't follow the moths near as I know, and I can't think of any expressions about chasing ice."

Elsa chuckled. "Ice, hm?"

"Yup." A smile, and the careful brush of a single fingertip just below one of her eyes. "If I'm fire, you're definitely ice."

"Does that mean that you intend to make me melt?" She could feel the pebbling of gooseflesh when her fingers found the skin that covered Anna's spine, and rose up enough for their lips to brush; a wordless invitation that Anna was apparently only happy to accept, given how she lowered herself to follow.

"I thought I already had." The response was breathed against Elsa's mouth, and strangely – given the recent dinner they'd shared and what it had consisted of – it still managed to taste faintly of chocolate. Even when the kiss started and then deepened, she was immersed only in the taste and scent of sweetness that seemed to cling to Anna like a second skin; with warm fingers slipping from her cheek and over her jaw to cup the back of her head, and with the brush of denim against the softer cotton that covered her own legs.

"Is this okay?" came the question when they parted just enough to breathe; just enough for their noses to still brush, and just enough for Elsa to be able to make out the tiny flecks of pure green that blended with the pale blue in Anna's eyes.

"It is after sunset," she noted, and smiled at the soft huff of laughter.

"Attainable goal attained," Anna murmured against her jaw, and Elsa could feel the twitch of those lips into a half-grin, as well as the short inhalation that was almost a gasp when she tightened her own hold until they were as close as they could possibly get. The kiss wasn't anything even approaching frantic when their mouths met again, but it was noticeably more intense; harder and firmer as Anna's hand found her waist and their legs twined with the faint creak of of the couch's leather.

There was skin-warmed fabric under Elsa's hands, and then - when Anna shifted – simply skin. Smooth, warm skin that she was already hopelessly addicted to touching and stroking and kneading, much like the lips and tongue and teeth that moved against her own mouth; slow and deep and almost searching, warmed and cooled in turn by two sets of audible breathing, and tingling irrepressibly when her hands dipped a fraction lower and Anna made a low, encouraging sound in the back of her throat that she could barely hear over the sound of the cheerfully playing movie.

When a firm, denim-covered thigh slipped between her own and pushed up, it was enough for Elsa to break the kiss with a gasp and a push of the back of her own head into the low arm of the couch. Anna's lips instead started a journey from the point of her chin to the curve of her jaw, and continued from there down the side of her throat in the wake of hot, moist exhales and the gentle tickle of fiery hair against Elsa's cheek.

There were faintly calloused fingers slipping over the side of her ribs and then inwards to the center of her belly, and the touch was tracing small circles over her diaphragm, moving in time with the slow rocking of Anna's hips against hers; a steady, repeated press of not enough that matched the faint graze of teeth against her skin until her arms were trembling from the want to hold tighter and her nails were digging into the small of Anna's back.

Easy, babe; I can barely move.

Elsa's breathing hitched, and her eyelashes fluttered once, twice, before she released Anna completely and curled her fingers into the couch's leather instead; one hand clenching at the armrest above her head and the other grasping at the top of the backrest as she closed her eyes again and pushed herself back into the moment. Back to focusing on the warmth of the body that pressed so deliciously against her; back to the way Anna's fingers slipped high enough to trace her ribs just below her breast; back to the moan that was building in her throat when those warm fingers cupped that breast; a low, needy sound that only halfway escaped her before her mind strayed again and locked it away.

Shh; careful. I kinda need my hearing.

Dammit, she needed to focus on this, she told her traitorous brain firmly, and clenched her jaw in frustration. She needed to focus on Anna or this was never going to work, so if her hyper-driven mind could just shut the hell up and let her stay in the moment that would b-

"Hey." The weight on top of her shifted, and then Anna was holding herself up on both elbows and peering concernedly at her. "You okay?"

"Yes." Elsa's reply was automatic and slipped past her lips without conscious thought; enough that she only truly realized it when it earned her a – quite frankly – doubtful look from those pale eyes. "Mostly," she then corrected. "I just-" A slow sigh, and she closed her eyes when she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "I tend to have trouble... climaxing." Pause. "With others, at least. I- my mind just seems to go elsewhere and I- get distracted."

Anna's head cocked, and her gaze shifted to some point over Elsa's shoulder as she seemed to digest the information. Then she nodded. "Okay," she said. "Though, sidenote, if the last time I saw you wasn't the real deal, I'm going to nominate you for an academy award." One russet eyebrow quirked. "Just FYI."

That made Elsa give a startled bark of laughter, and the tension in her shoulders eased significantly when she peered up at Anna's half-grin. "Ah, no... no," she admitted, and failed to squelch her own grin even as she scrubbed a hand over her face and felt herself blush even harder. "That definitely wasn't, um- no."

"Didn't think so," Anna chuckled, and kissed the tip of her nose. "So with the tension now broken, do you wanna talk about why you get distracted?" The question was soft; curious, but not expectant. "Do you remember something you need to take care of, or...?"

"No." Elsa moved when the body on top of her did; both of them shifting until they were both laying on their sides facing each other, and settled her hand on Anna's waist. "I'm very much aware of... of what you're doing to me. I think it's mostly that I want to be aware of it so much that I-" She paused, and frowned at the top of Anna's t-shirt as she tried to think of how best to phrase it, since it wasn't something she had ever needed to explain before. "I had a lover once," she then said; deciding to start at the beginning. "My first, actually. And she- it wasn't anything malicious on her part at all, but there were certain things about my reactions during sex that... bothered her, I suppose? So I learned to focus on keeping those under control, and whenever I'm, ah-"

"On the receiving end?" Anna hazarded.

"Yes," Elsa chuckled. "That. When that happens, I want to not think about that but I still do, and then my focus goes to not thinking about it, if that makes any sense."

"It does." Anna was smiling, and a few tanned fingers came up to brush Elsa's bangs back. "It actually explains a few things."

"Oh?"

"Like why you clearly prefer to be on top, for one," Anna offered. "And, if that was something she brought up, why you grabbed for something that wasn't me this time, too." Elsa's embarrassed flush had to be visible, because the next thing she knew, Anna's lips were touching lightly against her own. "Hey; it's cool. Whatever makes you comfortable, y'know? Though just for the record, I don't break easily, and I have absolutely zero issues with scratch marks."

Elsa cleared her throat. Several times, because knowing herself, scratch marks weren't exactly out of the question. "Duly noted," she muttered, and kept her eyes closed until the slow stroking of Anna's thumb over her cheekbone had calmed her enough that she felt comfortable opening them again. It did, however, take a while to get to that point.

Physical nudity was one thing; sex for the sake of sex didn't mean a damn thing to her one way or the other beyond the release it gave, but there was a completely different nakedness involved in meeting Anna's eyes right now. The difference wasn't one that she could claim to be comfortable with, but the simple acceptance of something that she'd privately viewed as a defect for longer than she cared to think about... that made it worth the slight rolling in her guts.

"You honestly don't mind?" she wondered; more than a little puzzled.

Both of Anna's eyebrows jumped. "Why would I mind?" she returned; clearly curious. "I mean... okay, yes, you're absolutely gorgeous and I'd definitely love to get to know you better in the biblical sense, too. But... I'm more interested in getting to know you here-" Two fingers tapped against Elsa's forehead, and then dropped to instead press against the skin over the center of her chest. "-and here. That's enough. That's more than enough."

Elsa studied the steady look in those eyes without seeing a single waver, and inexplicably felt her own misting. "You can't tell me that you don't care about sex at all," she joked; trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh no; I do," Anna agreed easily, and gave another one of those half-grins. "I just care more about being trusted."

She had to close her eyes again at that. That was alright, though, because Anna's nails were drawing slow circles against the base of her skull; her voice was idly humming along to the music playing in the movie they'd both long forgotten, and God, this was soothing raw spots inside of Elsa that she hadn't even known were there.

That's more than enough. Or, as a part of her had heard with a clarity that still made her head swim: You're more than enough.

Damn if that wasn't what she'd been waiting her entire adult life to hear.

Elsa didn't open her eyes when she curled her fingers around the back of Anna's neck. Instead, she let her other senses lead; felt the smoothness of warm skin beneath her hand, the faint brush of a nose against her own and the almost-sigh that warmed her face when their lips met. She felt the way Anna's fingers curled in her hair; the softness of skin-warmed cotton and the definite press of that beautiful body against her own when she deepened the kiss in exchange for a low, approving sound.

"How are you so perfect?" she wondered, and traced her touch down over Anna's shoulder, across the dip of her waist and down to the small of her back.

"Practice and deception," was the glib reply; accompanied by the twitch of that warm mouth into a grin when Elsa snorted a brief laugh herself.

"And goofiness, I'm assuming."

"That too," Anna agreed peacefully; smiling right into Elsa's eyes when they twisted again until Elsa found herself straddling the younger woman's hips. "It's a package deal."

"I do love a good bargain," Elsa murmured as she bent down, and swallowed the soft laugh with a smile of her own. Anna's arms were winding around her shoulders to pull her closer, and much as Elsa enjoyed the feeling of fingers pressing against the top of her spine, she still broke the kiss with a light nip to the tip of Anna's nose, caught those hands by their wrists, and slowly moved them up to pin them against the armrest above Anna's head.

"Is this alright?" Her lips were tracing a lazy path along Anna's hairline from her forehead to her temple, and she tightened her hold briefly to indicate what she meant.

"Like I said; whatever makes you comfortable." A low, somewhat breathless chuckle brushed against her face. "If that happens to include you ravaging me, I have no complaints. I may not be the- the sharpest bulb in the box, but I'm not stupid."

"Hm." Elsa rolled that sentence around her head a few times, and nibbled curiously at a nearby earlobe. "Wouldn't the sharpest bulb in the box be the broken one?"

"Elsa." Anna's voice was somewhere between a groan and a whimper. "Your voice is right next to my ear and you know what that does to me. You can't expect me to make sense."

"No?" She breathed the word right against the sensitive skin below one ear, and smiled when she felt the wrists below her hands twitch in response. "You enjoy the sound of my voice that much?"

"Yesss..." The low hiss was accompanied by a slow arching of Anna's body into hers when she dragged her teeth over that same spot of skin. "Fuck, Elsa, I could- could probably come from this alone."

That, Elsa decided, was an interesting idea indeed. "Really, now?" she murmured, and felt the tremble beneath her lips when she consciously deepened her accent. "Would you care to test that theory?"

"Oh, God." The shuddering exhale tickled her cheek, and the hips she was straddling jerked when she closed her teeth around a patch of skin below Anna's jaw and tugged gently. "Um, could you el- elaborate on that?"

"Mmhm." The scent of the warm skin was curiously addictive, so she drew in a deep breath that made the woman below her shiver, and then adjusted her hold until both tanned wrists were pinned by her right hand only. The fingers of her left, instead, tangled in the fine hairs at the base of Anna's skull and pulled carefully until the redhead was craning her head back as far as she could; her throat fully bared in one of the most primal signs of submission, her breathing noticeably erratic, her features attractively flushed in the flickering light from the television, her eyes lidded and her pupils blown wide in a way that had little to do with the dim lighting.

She was absolutely beautiful, a corner of Elsa's mind whispered, and her eyes... her eyes were dark and a little hazy, and yet filled with the most peaceful look of complete trust she thought that she'd ever seen. A trust that Elsa desperately wanted to live up to.

"I want to see," she breathed against Anna's cheek. "If I really can push you all the way to orgasm simply by talking to you." Slowly, she sucked the nearby earlobe into her mouth, and laved the back of it with languid strokes of the tip of her tongue that drew a strangled sort of whimper from the other woman. "I want to know just how far I can take you by using only my voice. In English..." Her fingers released the fiery hair, and instead drew lingering lines over the side and front of Anna's throat, which bobbed harshly. "And in Italian." The abrupt shiver that seemed to run the entire length of Anna's body at the use of her native tongue made her smirk. "And I want you to hold absolutely still in the mean time. Understand?"

Anna's breathing was noticeably shallow, and there was a fine tremor of tension visible in her shoulders and arms. "You're going to kill me," she panted, and her voice was only halfway joking.

"Not fatally," Elsa promised with a smile, and lifted her head enough to kiss the tip of the freckled nose. "Are you comfortable with this?" she then questioned when their eyes met, and gave the wrists in her hold another light squeeze. "With everything?"

"I'm good." Anna rose up just enough for their lips to brush. "Though if you're seriously not going to touch me at all, we're gonna end up wrestling at some point."

Elsa chuckled, and nosed her. "If voice alone becomes too much, just tell me." She trailed a slow path down the center-line of Anna's cotton-covered torso with her free hand. "It's hardly as if I don't want to touch you, after all."

"I'd kinda gotten that idea, yeah." The response wavered sharply when Elsa's fingers grazed over a straining nipple, and it was clear that Anna was already struggling to focus. "And, um, if-fffuck." That, in a strangled sort of high pitch, when Elsa dipped her head to that sensitive spot behind Anna's ear that she remembered so well and gave it a curious suckle. "If I- oh God, I really don't mind the pinning thi-ing but if I do end up mm-minding?"

"Say the word." Elsa blew a slow breath over the now glistening spot, and watched goosebumps form in response. "Or pull free; that's alright, too. But I do not want you to move aside from that." A single tap of her index finger against the base of Anna's palm warned her to keep her hands where they were before she released them and straightened, and a minor adjustment had her own feet hooking around the inside of Anna's knees; the motion pulling her thighs apart just enough that squeezing them together was no longer an option. "Including that. Don't think I can't feel it."

Anna flushed hotly. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize." Carefully, she brushed Anna's slightly ruffled bangs out of her face, and hid a smile at how those soft lips immediately relaxed when she trailed her fingers over them. "Just tell me what we agreed on."

"I, uhm..." Anna wet her lips, and seemed to be making a concentrated effort to steady her breathing. It wasn't doing much good, from what Elsa could see. "I'm allowed to talk?"

"You can make as much noise as you want," Elsa confirmed, and caught the sight of those pale eyes widening just before her view was obstructed. It was brief, but she swore that Anna's pupils had still managed to dilate even further when she let the t-shirt she'd previously been wearing drop to the floor and shook out her hair. With a smirk. "We did discover that sight is effective too, yes?"

"Elsa, you're already holding all the cards," was the choked reply – aimed squarely at her bra-clad chest. "Really; you don't need to stack the deck."

"Hmm." Her hands found purchase on the leather on either side of Anna's head, and she felt the stuttering contact of soft cotton against bare skin when their noses brushed and Anna's breathing hitched. "But I do play to win." Anna's lower lip was soft against her own mouth, and she gave it a few, curious nips before gently sucking on it in exchange for a brief huff. "Now..." Another light kiss, and she lifted herself until her face was hovering directly above Anna's. "What did we agree on?"

"I'm not allowed to move." Anna's respiration only increased further when Elsa curled one hand around the back of her neck. "Unless- unless I have to."

"Mmhm." This time, she gave in to the smile. "Which is when?"

"Any-" There was a sharp inhalation when Elsa's fingers slipped under the lower hem of Anna's t-shirt and her nails scored carefully over her lower belly. "- um, anytime I get uncomfortable?"

"Or if I tell you outright that you may," Elsa amended; tracing a single fingertip along the waistband of Anna's jeans. "But until then-" Somewhat regretful, she shifted her touch away from Anna's quivering stomach, and clasped her wrists loosely again while she placed her mouth right by one visibly flushed ear. "- all I want you to do is listen." Her left hand traced a feather-light path across Anna's cheek; until her thumb was resting at the center of those soft lips and she could feel the repeated warmth of shallow exhales. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Anna breathed.

"Good girl," Elsa murmured, and filed the soft whimper that phrasing earned her away for future reference. "Now... I am going to use as much Italian as I can." She blew a slow breath against the shell of Anna's ear, and just barely caught the motion of her shoulders bunching in response as she stopped herself from arching. "Because I know you enjoy it, and because I will enjoy watching you react to it just as much."

"Not fair," came the low hiss, and she could feel the faint tickle of lashes against her temple as the pale eyes squeezed shut; could feel the tightening of Anna's jaw under her hand, and feel that tightening extend all the way down to the tips of her toes in a futile attempt to stop the full-body shiver. "Really, really not fair."

"Oh, I never claimed to be fair," Elsa purred against the warm skin and – when she felt Anna's lips part for a sharp breath – used her thumb to tug the full, lower one down and dip ever so slightly into the moisture beneath. "But I do have every intention of making you shatter completely with just my voice." Her thumb slipped free of Anna's mouth, and she trailed it – and it's accompanying sheen – slowly down over the point of her chin, the front of her throat, and onto the top of her cotton-covered chest. "Well..." A single fingernail scraped over the cloth that covered Anna's sternum, and she chuckled at the low, wanting sound. "Maybe a little more than just my voice."

"Oh, God..."

"Oh, no." Her teeth closed carefully around the nearby earlobe, and the light tug earned her a soft, needy mewl that was almost cut off before it began. "Not God."

"Coulda fooled me." Anna's breathing stuttered harshly when she nipped at the curve of her jaw. "I think this is the closest I've ever been to a religious experience."

Somehow, Elsa managed to limit her reaction to a half-grin. "If you're going to insist on making me laugh, I'm revoking the part of the rules that allow you to make sounds." This time, the bite was harder, but also placed lower; at the crook of Anna's shoulder and throat where the skin was less – though still quite – sensitive, and the guttural moan that accompanied her hard sucking and her pressing of Anna's wrists into the smooth leather sent tingles all the way down her spine. "Ones that make sense, at least."

"I'll be good," was the half-pleading answer, though Elsa still had to give a light, reminding press of her palm to Anna's belly when she pulled the same patch of soft skin into her mouth.

"I know you will," she murmured, and kissed the mark when she'd completed it. "You were being very good last time, too." Her nails dragged over the skin on the insides of Anna's lower arms. "I still can't go to sleep without remembering how your skin felt under my hands." The chances of Anna actually understanding her had to be slim to none – a large part of the reason that Elsa felt comfortable telling her these things to begin with – but her breathing still hitched and then shook when it fluttered against Elsa's cheek. "How your voice broke when I took you." Her fingers traced the lower outline of Anna's ribcage, and when she cupped one breast through two layers of clothing, she nipped at a full, lower lip and tasted the rushing, breathless moan on her own tongue.

"You do more to me by simply letting me touch you than others have by focusing their entire attention on me." The admission was little more than a whisper against the shell of Anna's ear, and she lingered there as she considered the truth behind it. "I wonder if you even know?"

Anna's entire body was trembling; hard enough that Elsa decided – with a small smile – that she didn't know. That was alright, though; this was more than she was truly ready to reveal to her right now, at any rate. In this way, the language barrier worked in her favor; allowed her to be honest without truly being honest. The fact that Anna enjoyed it as much as she did certainly didn't hurt, either.

There was a part of her that knew the risk involved; not in their sexual encounters, but in the sheer level of raw emotion that Anna so effortlessly inspired in her. Knew that this was too deep, too powerful; that it needed to be handled with extreme care to prevent either of them from getting hurt, and that any sensible person would presumably be running screaming in the other direction when faced with this level of intensity so early in any kind of relationship.

Logically, Elsa should have run, too. But it felt too good, too right to simply be in Anna's presence; to see her smile and hear her voice; to inhale the warm scent of her skin and taste it on her own tongue. Too intoxicating to feel the brush of soft cotton against her own, sensitized skin when she bit down again and Anna's entire body jerked; too dizzying to feel the wrists under her hold tense and tremble, and to hear the soft, panting mewls and whimpers that escaped Anna's parted lips and warmed the skin at the edge of her face.

"I think you were right," she chuckled against the spot where Anna's cheekbone met her hairline. "I could quite possibly make you come simply from this." The thighs she was straddling were shaking, after all, and she didn't need to hear the shallow, rapid exhales to know how fast Anna was breathing; that was obvious enough from how often the smooth cotton touched against her own chest. "The one downside, of course, is that I don't get to touch you nearly as much as I want to. But believe me-" She consciously let her voice grow as low and husky as she could; lengthened her sentences beyond what was needed and took care to breathe a little more audibly, because sound was what this was all about. "- I have every intention of making up for that when I get the chance."

And she did. The feeling of Anna's body under her hands was one she had sorely missed, and the hoarse, helpless little sounds spilling from the younger woman's lips were more than enough to make her dearly want to reacquaint herself with every single freckle. Later for that, however, because as much as watching and hearing Anna react made her lightheaded with arousal, what she wanted the most was to give.

"Such a good girl," she murmured – in English this time – and smiled when her words earned her a full-body shiver, with Anna actually forgetting herself enough to arch against her as she sucked in a hissing breath. "I hope you realize that I'm taking meticulous, mental notes of every last thing that gives you pleasure," she murmured against one flushed cheek, and felt something in her chest clench when she slipped her hand onto the smooth skin of Anna's waist and the immediate reaction was an intake of breath so sharp that it was almost a sob. "I absolutely adore how responsive you are. How you never leave me guessing if you enjoy something, and how easy you make it for me to find out what you enjoy the most."

Her voice, clearly, was very close to the top of that list, and while Anna obviously also got a lot from the sensation of her breathing against her ear or the skin around it, it was the light, lingering touches Elsa was drawing across her lower abdomen that were making her head push back into the couch's leather and her back warp to press into the blonde's hand.

Not that Elsa had any intention of blaming her for breaking the 'no moving' rule. That had, after all, mainly been put in place so she could better know when Anna was lost enough to forget it, and the fact that she had reached that point so easily felt like quite an accomplishment. She wanted to bring Anna this; to drive her so high that conscious thought became secondary to simple, primal pleasure, all with sufficient care that Anna would trust her enough to just let go.

The fact that it was actually happening was honestly making her head spin, but she pushed it aside and re-centered her focus for two reasons. One was the thundering heartbeat that she could feel under her fingertips where they now rested at the center of Anna's chest. The other? That was the chilly touch of wetness against her cheek where it met Anna's, and that was enough for her head to jerk back and her heart to stutter in her chest.

"Hey." Her hand was free from beneath Anna's clothes before she'd even consciously thought about it, and she brushed gently at the traces of tears on flushed cheeks. "Should we stop?"

"No!" Anna gasped; voice low and rough as her eyelids fluttered rapidly and sent fresh beads of moisture slipping between her freckles. "Don't stop," she pleaded hoarsely, and curled her hands enough that she could press the tips of her fingers against Elsa's other hand where it still rested against her wrists. "Feels good," she promised, and the smile in her misty eyes remained genuine even under Elsa's thorough scrutiny. "Just- just intense."

Elsa continued to study her for long moments. She watched for the faintest out-of-place twitch in Anna's facial muscles – something she should be able to pick up on even in this light given that they were breathing the same air – but much to her relief, she couldn't find a single thing in those lovely eyes but trust, affection and want.

Still, caution. Care. Anna reacting to the intensity was understandable, but Elsa remained concerned; very aware of the fact that as the dominant partner – at least in this particular instance – the responsibility for ensuring Anna's comfort rested squarely on her shoulders.

"Are you certain?" She released the wrists fully now, and wordlessly dispelled the 'no touching' rule by placing one of Anna's hands on her own cheek. "You have every right to change your mind about anything we start, at any point."

"I know." Warm, slightly shaky fingers traced over the side of her face and into her hair, and Anna's breath was sweet against her mouth when those same fingers curled to pull her closer. "But I want this." Closer still; until their foreheads and noses were touching; until Elsa had to lower herself onto her elbows to keep her shoulders from shaking, and could count every single glint of color – of emotion – in Anna's eyes. "I want you."

It really was insane how the lightest brush of Anna's lips against hers could make her very blood sing. Insane, but true, and now she was the one shivering as the kiss deepened and Anna sighed into her mouth. She shivered again when a second, warm hand slid along the bare skin of her arm and onto the equally bare skin of her back, then pressed there to bring them closer along the length of their bodies.

Closer was, in one word, uncomfortable, and in another, impossible as long as Elsa was on her knees astride Anna's thighs, but that was fixable. Anna shifted below her; tightening her hold as Elsa slid a hand down her side, over her hip and onto her knee. Their lips only parted for the occasional breath, and if the movie was still going, Elsa wasn't aware of it. Instead, her hearing was completely attuned to the slow, soft sound that made her entire body tingle when her hips nestled safely between Anna's legs, and then to the hissed breath that tickled her face when she rocked forward.

"Uncomfortable?" she questioned, since she was pretty much blanketing her host with her own body at this point; save what little weight she could support on one elbow.

"No." The thighs bracketing her tightened as if to keep her from moving away, and when Elsa rolled her hips again, there was another sharp gasp followed by the definite press of fingers against her spine as Anna arched.

The skin behind the curve of Anna's jaw was smooth and deliciously sensitive, and scraping her teeth over it caused a shuddering exhale. Biting down turned the exhale into a low keen, and tugging gently on the small patch she'd caught in her teeth earned her a curse, as well as the sudden tightening of Anna's fingers in her hair that pulled a groan from her own throat.

"You..." She paused long enough to give the skin a hard suckle that had Anna's voice breaking halfway through a moan. "... are criminally exquisite." Her return to Italian sent a tremor through the slender body beneath her own, and when she nudged enough for Anna to turn her head and focused her attention on the ear that she had woefully neglected so far, she could follow the sudden trail of gooseflesh with her eyes. "And I seem to remember-" A sharp nip to the nearby earlobe, and a switch of languages again. "- having you in this position before, hm?"

Anna's answering laugh was low and breathy and did unbelievable things to her heartrate. "A lot- lot less clothes in the way then."

"Mmhm." Elsa half-chuckled, half-purred at the memory and – as she pressed forward and down again – lifted her head enough that she could see the whitening of Anna's lower lip as it was snared between her teeth; enough that she could coax it free with her own mouth, and curl the fingers of one hand around a denim-clad hip when Anna jerked against her and there was the the faint scrape of nails along the small of her back. "That's it," she murmured; biting gently at Anna's jawline and feeling another, jolting lift beneath her. "Set a rhythm for me."

"Y- ah!" The spot behind Anna's ear was equally delicate on this side, apparently. "You're not wear-" Another scrape of her teeth turned the words into a trembling whine, and this time, the tug on her hair as Anna's hand clenched made her growl. "You're not w- wearing th-"

"Do I need to be?" She traced the shell of that ear with her lips and clasped the hip in her hold a little tighter; guiding the uneven jerking into a slow, steady motion that she met and matched while Anna's face pressed into her neck and hot, hitching breathing washed over her skin. "Your body remembers, doesn't it?" Her hand curled around the back of Anna's knee and pushed; spreading her wider and pressing that much closer in exchange for a harsh puff of air. "The way it felt to have me inside you like that?"

"Oh, fuck..." Both of Anna's hands were pressing into her back, now; firm, but trembling, and when Elsa slid her touch up the inside of the jean-clad thigh and adjusted the way they moved together – slower, but firmer – the fiery head snapped back against the soft leather with a groan.

"Focus on that," she murmured against the corner of parted, kiss-swollen lips while Anna's fingers curled in the waistband of her pants. "Concentrate, dolcezza. You can feel it, can't you?" Moving against Anna in a certain way hit a sweet spot that sent a ragged gasp rushing past her ear, and Elsa smiled against a smatter of freckles as she repeated the motion. "Every thrust." Her lips nipped at smooth skin, and Anna dug her fingers into her shoulder and mewled. "Every stroke." Anna was pressing impossibly closer; breathless and wanting, and her back was curving enough that Elsa could slip an arm underneath her and pull her closer still. "Every..." Kiss. "Single..." Nip. "Motion." Bite, and a choked cry that made her entire body flare.

The fingers that weren't splayed over the small of Anna's back also found warm skin, now; curling around the side of her ribcage and slipping higher, and Anna, Elsa privately decided, was a vision. Flushed and panting; eyes tightly shut and lips unthinkingly parted in a perfect, little 'o'; hair mussed and clothing rumpled, and a scattering of love bites littering both sides of her throat.

Because of her.

It really should have been obvious that Elsa was the one causing this reaction, but the realization still sent a staggering jolt through her that started at the top of her skull and traveled all the way down to the tips of her toes. Everything about this – from the press of Anna's nails against the space between her shoulders, to the stuttering rush of her name, to the sight of her marks on Anna's skin - called to the most base, possessive part of her, and God, what this woman could do to her without even knowing it.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she growled against an unblemished patch of skin, and noted – somewhere far off – how the rough want in her voice sent a clenching shudder all the way through Anna's body; how her hands pulled and her breathing stuttered with a hiccuping, half-sob. "I watch you, hear you, taste you like this, and all I can think of is that the mere idea of you being this way with anyone else makes me want to tear them to shreds." Her hand found a breast, and Anna's legs tightened around her while the broken mewl that rushed past her ear was the only thing Elsa could hear and only made her rock forward harder. "I want to be the only one who can do this to you; who can see you this way. I want you to be mine."

"Els- ah!" Anna's voice was trembling almost as much as her body; a fine, constant tremor that went from the fingers that pressed into Elsa's back, along her arms, from her shoulders through her torso and down along the length of her legs. "Please, I-" Her eyes remained tightly shut and the flush in her cheeks glistened below the occasional trail of wetness, but a shaky hand still managed to curl around the wrist of the hand Elsa had slipped beneath her shirt. "More."

"More," Elsa parroted in a murmur, and let their lips brush. That was a broad request indeed, but she slid her touch lower and figured that she'd interpreted correctly when she dipped her fingertips below the waistband of Anna's jeans and heard her take four breaths in less than two seconds. "Here?"

"Yes." The answer was little more than a hiss of air through clenched teeth and still enough to make her head swim, but she managed to retain enough clarity to slip her hand between their bodies. Over Anna's clothes, though, which earned her a soft, frustrated sound.

"Patience," she breathed against those soft lips, and tasted the hitching keen on her own tongue when she curled her fingers against the fabric. "Keep moving for me." Anna's hips jerked, and the added, much more focused pressure pulled a choked moan from low in her throat. "That's it," she coaxed; her voice rough with arousal as nails scored against the center of her back, and shifted her other hand from the small of Anna's back up to support the back of her head. "God, what you do to me like this." Her tongue found that one spot behind Anna's ear again, and her fingers tightened in the copper hair at the resulting gasp. "So fucking beautiful. Such a good girl."

"Fuck!" This time, Anna's entire body jerked at the praise, and there was definitely going to be marks on Elsa's back by morning. "Don't stop," came the wavering pleading; hot against the side of her throat as Anna bit at the skin there and her thighs trembled. "Please don't stop."

"Not until you come for me," Elsa husked – right against the center of the nearby ear – and that was all it took. Anna's breathing hitched once, twice, and she stilled completely for a timeless instant. Finally, she shook – everywhere – and Elsa cupped the back of her head and kept murmuring softly in her ear; through the sting of teeth sinking into her shoulder and nails raking down her back; through the gasps and mewls muffled against her skin as Anna trembled against her, and through the hiccuping cries that eventually became soft sobs as she slowed her stroking and rubbed gentle circles against the back of Anna's head.

"You alright?" she questioned gently against Anna's hairline, and felt a shaky nod against the crook of her neck. "Okay. Can you talk?" A soft whine was the answer to that, and she pressed a kiss to the sweaty temple while panting breaths chilled the tear-dampened skin on her own shoulder and Anna's hands shook against her back; trying to find something to hold on to. "Ssh; you're safe, I promise. Do you want me to get off you?" The arms around her tightened weakly in what Elsa took for a 'no', and she nuzzled her nose into the fiery hair. "Alright. I'm going to move my hand now, okay?"

"'Kay." Anna's voice was weak and definitely still tearful, but it was there, and Elsa kissed her forehead as she slipped her hand from from between their bodies. She did her best to keep the drag of contact light, but Anna still jolted – hyper-sensitive – and whimpered.

"Shh-sh-sh. I'm sorry; no more right now," she promised, and secured a pillow that had been knocked to the floor at some point; slipping it under Anna's head before gently guiding her back onto it. "You did so, so well, dolcezza." Gently, she brushed the errant strands of hair out of Anna's face when the younger woman dropped her head back far enough that she could see her, and pressed another kiss to her temple. "Is it alright if I touch your face?"

"Yeah." The voice was still low and hoarse, but Anna's breathing was settling even if her eyes were still closed, and the fingers that rested against Elsa's skin were slowly calming, as well. "Yeah, that's- that's fine."

Elsa couldn't remember ever being so careful with another person, but just as Anna called to the parts of her that wanted to take and claim, she also inspired the parts that wanted nothing more than to comfort and protect. She had never been as gentle as she was with this woman; never traced her fingers as tenderly as when she used them to clear tear-tracks from soft cheeks, and never felt her heart ache as sweetly as it did when she brushed her lips over each of the closed eyelids and felt warm fingers curl around the back of her neck.

"May I kiss you?" she asked when their foreheads touched. "On the mouth?"

"Please," Anna breathed, and tightened her hold the little that it took to pull her in.

It was so sweet. Soft and tender, with Anna's increasingly steady breathing warming her skin as their lips slid together and the gentle fingers of two warm hands tangled themselves in Elsa's hair. Slow, too; like the careful way in which her own fingers stroked that beautiful face. Even when the contact deepened, it never turned heavy or hasty; staying instead light and languid, and bringing home to Elsa just what it meant to have something feel so good – so right - that it ached.

So when a hand started tracing lingering lines over her neck, along her shoulder and down the top of her chest, she caught it with her own, and smiled when she pulled back enough that she could press a kiss to Anna's knuckles instead. "I'm fine," she promised, and turned the hand over to kiss its palm, too. "Don't worry about me."

The chuckle warmed her from the inside out. "What?" Anna teased. "Not in the mood? After that?"

Elsa kissed her again because she could. "More like 'perfectly content with satisfying you'," she murmured, and watched the long lashes flutter when she brushed her lips against the point of Anna's chin. "I genuinely don't need more than that. Not right now, at least."

"'Kay." Anna nuzzled into her shoulder with a slow sigh, and Elsa closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the soft hair while gentle fingers trailed lazily over her spine. "I'm not stupid enough to bitch about cuddles."

"If being unable to breathe doesn't concern you, I fear for your sanity." The low snort of laughter made her smile, though she did lift herself up a fraction when Anna shifted beneath her and took a somewhat uneven breath. "Mental acuity setting in, I take it?"

Anna gave her side a tweak. "You are officially the biggest smartass in the history of ever," she decided. "No; I just-" Pause, and blush that Elsa could actually feel. "Um, if we're not going to do anything else, I- kinda need a shower." Her eyes didn't crack open until Elsa had shifted fully onto her knees; sitting back on her own feet with her hands resting on Anna's waist. When did they open, however, the tint to her cheeks only deepened.

"What?"

"Uh..." Pause. "Could you put your shirt back on?" Elsa wasn't entirely sure what her expression looked like, but it was enough for the flush in Anna's cheeks to take over her whole face. "It's not nice to tease," came the weak defense.

Ah. Elsa glanced down at her half-clad self, and swallowed a smile. "Of course." She twisted to a proper seat when Anna pulled her legs up, and by the time the discarded t-shirt was collected from the floor and settled back into place over her shoulders, they were both standing.

And Anna, she realized with a tiny twist of her gut, was having a hard time meeting her eyes.

"Tell me," she requested as she curled her fingers under Anna's chin to bring her eyes up, and tried not to think about a different time when she'd thought that maybe, and been badly burned by someone who was sweet and kind, but ultimately only interested in fun. "Please? Did I-"

"No." A single word; soft, but carrying enough conviction that the rocks slipped from her shoulders. "God, no, Elsa; nothing like th-" Anna stopped herself there and sighed. "I really shouldn't be making such a mess of this," she muttered as if to herself, and then pressed a kiss to Elsa's cheek. "I'm fine; I swear. That was just... really intense, y'know? And I need to... process, I guess? Decompress, maybe."

The thought of Anna being upset for any reason – let alone one caused by her in any way – was enough to make it feel as if her insides were being squeezed, but she took heart in the open honesty in those lovely eyes, and brushed the backs of her fingers over Anna's cheek as she ducked her head for another light kiss. "Alright. Alone?"

"Yeah." A soft chuckle, and a second press of that warm mouth against her own. "And I really do need a shower. At this rate, I should make you do my laundry." Two fingers caught a fold of her shirt and gave it playful, little yank. "Because you definitely got me back for the coffee."

"Aha." What, Elsa wondered, was more obvious right now? The heat in her cheeks, or the absolutely stupid smile on her face? "Well, don't let me stop you." Obligingly, she dropped back into the couch and settled her hands in her lap. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Better not," Anna told her as she slipped between Elsa's knees and the coffee table. "I'll hunt you down if I have to."

Once the bathroom door closed, the DVD menu had restarted itself several times before Elsa slipped free of her own thoughts and leaned back into the cushions with a slow exhale. She fretted because it was in her nature, and because she cared enough about Anna that in spite of the assurances, she was still concerned. Making a mess of this was something she dearly wanted to avoid, so she let her mind do what it did best; turned the situation around and examined it from every angle, worried at every word and smile and look like a dog with a bone until she was certain that every last detail was accounted for.

That, due to practice and and a brilliance that was more innate than learned, thankfully never took long. But it still bothered her to have caused Anna any kind of discomfort; no matter the reason. She'd seemed so unsettled, and what Elsa couldn't figure out was how to make that better.

You were unsettled, too. Her practical side snuck up and tapped her on the shoulder. But let's not forget exactly how you got past that, hm?

Of course. Elsa closed her eyes and resisted the urge to slap herself. When she had been in Anna's proverbial shoes, she'd had the benefit of a distraction: Anna herself. Focusing on her – on the warmth of her skin, the taste of her mouth, how much she enjoyed touching her and how much her touch was enjoyed – had let her nudge aside the fact that it felt as if her soul was shaking. She had found all the space she needed to let the feeling lessen until it was manageable, simply by immersing herself in Anna and the pleasure she could bring her.

And because of what Elsa had told her, Anna had elected to find a different way to give herself the breathing room that she now needed. The least Elsa could do, then, she decided with a glance towards the bathroom door when she heard the shower start, was to respect that, and ideally find a way to provide some form of comfort, as well, when Anna was ready for it.

The DVD menu started playing its song from the top, and Elsa ignored it completely as she rose to her feet and allowed her brain to ramble ingredients at her as she padded across the room; turning on lights as she went.

Hopefully, Anna wouldn't mind having her kitchen invaded by a foreign power.