therewillbesparkles-deactivated asked: Can I ask for an mAU prompt with Anna purposely making Elsa jealous? I just need jealous!Elsa rn lol.

Here you go ;D (many thanks to @gryfon-spanish-werewolf for their help)

Here’s the song

Elsa upended her glass and filled it with a bitter laugh. She hadn’t planned on getting any more than tipsy tonight, but that was before her eyes followed Anna - in that short, tight dress, black as shadow and nearly as sheer - prowling around the dance floor.

A snarl curled up her lip when Anna found herself a man to pant after her, drew him in with a crooked finger and a wink. Was it the alcohol that made Elsa’s eyes swim? That churned in her stomach when Anna let that slimy prick’s hands grab her hips?

Her scowl deepened when a slow thumping rhythm beat out from the speakers, accompanied by lilting vocals. The lights changed, dimming, with strobes popping in and out of existence to the pulse of the song. The intermittent flashes of light and darkness disguised some of their movements, but not enough of them, and somehow that made it worse.

Baby grind on me

“I don’t dance,” she had said. No; she didn’t dance. She only sat and squirmed and watched, something ugly and slick and burning crawling over her skin.

Relax your mind, take your time on me

The worst thing was, despite it all, Anna still looked fucking gorgeous. Her hair cascaded over her bare shoulders like liquid fire, and her eyes glittered in the dark, and her long, dark lashes fluttered over her cheeks. The man behind her might as well have been as faceless as he was nameless. Elsa could only stare at Anna as she swayed and swerved to the music, tossing her hair over her shoulder to bare her neck and dragging her fingers over the back of the hands that now cupped her stomach.

Let me get deeper shorty, ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak

The clacking of her heels echoed in Elsa’s ears, the music and quick spitting of the lyrics tapping in time with her steps. By the time the chorus crooned out from the speakers again she was standing inches from Anna, one hand on the hip the man hadn’t claimed and one leg between Anna’s thighs. A gasp tickled her ears and Elsa responded with a grim smirk, ignoring the deep “Well hey there” from the idiot behind Anna. Neither of them were here for him. Two gazes locked, one narrowed and one wide, and Elsa licked her lips, bringing herself even closer as they danced.

Starin’ in yo eyes ‘Bout to lick them thighs Got you hypnotized Do you feel the vibe?

Their bodies shifted against one another in a slow grind, and Elsa could feel Anna’s desperate breath panting against her neck. Another shift and their faces were a hand’s breadth apart, cycling air between their lips. A slight push from behind had them meeting in a torrid, harsh chafe of skin and saliva, their mouths open, their tongues flicking and writhing against each other in a tawdry reflection of their bodies.

“Fuck.” The curse was more musical than the song that still throbbed throughout the club and into their bodies. Elsa felt it in her mouth, desperate and mewling. She stumbled back and Anna followed, leaving behind their clueless dance mate in favor of retreating from the dance floor. Eager hands tugged Elsa’s jacket open then slid underneath it, tickling Elsa’s sides over her thin dress. She wanted to feel them against her bare skin, but grabbed Anna’s wrists to halt her sloppy groping.

“No one but me should touch you like that.” A warning, growled out like an animal. Elsa wanted to blame the alcohol for the burning in her chest, but Anna’s sly smirk stoked the fire, and she knew it was her own damn feelings.

“Then want me more than just when it suits you,” Anna hissed, her eyes flickering. Yanking her close, Elsa brushed her hand down Anna’s back and leaned to press her lips against Anna’s throat.

“I never stop wanting you.”

Anna couldn’t keep herself from trembling as the rasp of Elsa’s whisper washed over her skin. The touch of Elsa’s fingertips dug into the curve of her backside with a rough promise. In the quiet of the moment, Anna noticed the instrumental section of the song fading into the next selection - fast and thudding like her heart beat. She swallowed hard and bit her lip, casting her gaze to the side to avoid Elsa’s burning blue eyes. “Song’s over,” she said, voice hollow and weak. “You missed your chance.”

“With you, the song’s never over.” Laughing when Anna’s nose scrunched in distaste, Elsa tapped her finger against Anna’s chin. When Anna turned her head to look at Elsa again, Elsa shot her a wicked smile. “Why don’t we listen to it again? In the car…” the suggestion came as a low purr, “The living room,” Elsa nipped Anna’s lip, “The bedroom?”

Anna sucked in a sharp breath and shivered in Elsa’s hold, her exhale puffing out of her mouth as a helpless whimper. Elsa hummed low in her throat.

“Sounds like we’ll need more than one song.“