Kissing.

And loooooots of it.

That was what made up most of our morning. It was even better than those waffles Elsa made when we first met. They were amazing too, but a different kind of amazing that included chocolate. Hopefully kisses with Elsa would eventually include chocolate too…

I hugged myself in Elsa's shower, biting my lip and fighting the urge to go into a fit of giggles. I felt like I kissed someone for the first time, only this time it wasn't sloppy and gross. And I wasn't a kid anymore. Her kisses actually gave me those butterfly tickles, and took my breath away, and made me melt and fly, and all that cliche stuff, and she just- I couldn't stop thinking about it! I couldn't stop thinking about her! It really was a silly and amazing feeling.

I squeaked happily, jumping in place under the shower head, which I regretted upon slipping and landing on the floor. The shake of my fall caused most of Elsa's body soap bottles to avalanche on top of me.

Elsa knocked on the door. "Anna?" She cracked open the door when she thought it was safe. "Are you- Anna! Did you fall?" She noticed me on the floor. Her door was see-throughy, but still blurred out the naughty bits.

"I'm okay." I groaned, pushing all the bottles away from me as I tried to stand up. I was about to be finished anyway, so I turned the water off and picked myself up. I would definitely be feeling those bruises later, and I wish that those were bruises left by Elsa biting me (I wish she'd bite me… maybe I can ask her to…)

I slid the shower door open, then reclosed it quickly, nearly shattering the glass when I realized Elsa hadn't left yet. But she was turned around, not that she couldn't see me in the mirror if she wanted to. Part of me really wanted her to look.

I reached for a towel and then I realized, "Oh, fricken-flippin'-shoot!" I decided on a curse word faster than I realised that I didn't get my spare clothes from Kristoff before I decided to stay the night. "Elsa, could you do me a favor? I leave some clean underwear over at Kristoff's…"

"Would you like me to get it for you?"

"Yes! Pretty please?" I clutched my hands together, half-praying she'd do it.

She nodded and fumbled with the door handle and left for next door. She was so precious. But maybe it's too early for her to see me naked yet. I could totally understand that. I mean, we just kissed. I should probably put nakedness on the back burner.

I wiped myself dry with the towel and then thought it'd be cute for Elsa to see me in her robe. It was either that or the towel, and the towel was more likely to fall to the floor, and that would be kind of sort of bad. I layed on the couch in her robe, waiting for her to come in.

Where was she? I was starting to realize that I just looked ridiculous. Maybe I should wait behind-

Elsa opened the door just then, her face was red with the intensity of a thousand beets. And then it got redder somehow when she saw me. She looked flustered already, and now she was… surprised? She looked surprised. I saw her throat bobbing. I was flattered that she was flustered.

"Heyyy, ha." It got a chuckle out of me. Oh well! I'm already here. Like I planned. "Surprise!"

She was silent for a minute before she said probably the second-sexiest thing in the entire world. "Are you my breakfast?"

"Oh! Um!" Unexpectedly sexy, but I'm not entirely sure she meant to be. Which somehow made it even sexier. "W-Well, I, you know, I can be. I-If you want."

It was my turn to gulp when Elsa started walking towards me. I for some reason started backing up on the couch. Persistence was futile. All of these sexy scenes were flashing in my head. Like, first she would kneel over me, and slip both of her hands into my robe. And she'd massage me with those delicate, soft fingers... And then suddenly she wouldn't be wearing a shirt anymore. And our boobs would touch…

Elsa kissed me in real life, not in my imagination. Her hands didn't go in my robe, but she still made me feel nice and squishy on the inside. I hummed into her mouth and wrapped my arms around her. I may or may not have purposely dragged her down onto the couch with me.

And my, er Elsa's robe may or may not have fallen open while we were making out. Between the cool air from the AC and her cradling my neck, it gave me several layers of goose bumps. Her shirt slid up from us clumsily rolling over each other, and I could feel her fantastic, smooth, cool stomach rubbing against mine. And that was just her tummy. I wanted to touch more of her. With my hands and my mouth. Sooooooo bad...

Maybe... Just her shirt...

I hooked my fingers under her shirt, wanting to pull it off, but when she leaned up to adjust herself, she saw that my, her robe, was revealing a lot of me.

I stuttered, and kind of moaned. "Ah... I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I closed the robe around me. She was trying so hard not to see me earlier. But I ruined it, and let my horniness get the better of me. One step forward, ten steps back. Typical Anna...

"No, it's okay." she cleared her throat and smoothed her shirt down. "You don't have to apologize."

I stayed silent, but not for long. The truth needed to get out again. "I just really really like you, Elsa. So, I really really want to... You know. Eventually soonish. But I don't want to seem pushy."

"I understand, Anna." She grabbed my hand with both of hers. "I feel the same."

I looked into her eyes, and she had the most endearing look in her face. She's been lonely too. She probably didn't want to wait any longer than I did. This would have to be remedied...

I gave her a hug and retrieved my spare clothes Elsa had brought from Kristoff's apartment. I thanked her for getting them for me and then I went into her room to change. Before I did, Elsa halted me with her next words.

"By the way, Anna?" She was still sitting on the couch, looking at me with those same eyes, but with a hint of bashfulness. "You look beautiful."

I look beautiful? Me? Right now? She looked much prettier than me. She was wearing clothes and I was in... Oh... She had gotten a clear view of me nude. Oh gosh. Say something!

"Thank you!" And I backed into the wall, before finally making it to her room where I proceeded to trip about as if I couldn't figure out how to get dressed. After that compliment from Elsa, why would I even want to?

A meek little voice came through the door, "Anna?"

"What's up?" I asked through the door as I pulled my bra up. It was a super cute purple and blue one, and one I wanted to show Elsa one of these days. I know she already saw me in a bra before, but since there's no good reason to not flaunt cute underwear in front of your bangin' girlfriend...

"I was wondering if it'd be alright if I joined you and Kristoff next time you go to the bar."

"Oh! Yeah! Are you sure you won't be too nervous? We can go on a less-crowded day. Ooh! And I'll buy you some of my favorite shots! There's a chocolate cake one that's amaaaazing..."

The three of us didn't go out until next Thursday, but Elsa and I had definitely preoccupied ourselves until then. The stuff I learned about her from those few days alone was the most invested I'd been in something in ages!

Sure, normal people would be bored to tears hearing someone else gushing about how adorably silent Elsa is when she's enjoying her iced coffee, or how her hands were just soft all the time forever, or that she'd always sneeze two times in a row. But to me, nothing and no one could hold my attention like she could.

She would accidentally hold my attention most of the time. She'd catch me staring at her, and I'd pretend I was doing something else, like it wasn't already excruciatingly obvious I love her. She never did anything silly like stare at me, or at least if she did she was a ninja about it.

No ninja-ing tonight tho! Tonight, instead of Elsa taking care of me, I was going to take care of her. She wasn't a big drinker, so I was betting on her being a lightweight. I'd make sure she wouldn't be hung over in the morning!

Elsa, Kristoff, and I were just outside of the bar, getting ready to go in.

"And since tonight is Disney karaoke night, I'm gonna dedicate every song to you!" I bumped my butt into Elsa's as I held her hand.

"Easy, Anna," Kristoff chuckled, holding the door open for us. "You're gonna give her good reasons to break up with you."

"Excuse you." I puffed up angrily. At least that got a giggle out of Elsa and she squeezed my hand. Probably as a reminder that I was fantastic, and she wouldn't ever break up with me.

We entered the pub and to Elsa's surprise, it was pleasantly not crowded at all. It was mostly just a few small gatherings of friends, and a regular or two at the bar table. I gave Kristoff my card, since he wasn't going to be having anything, and he got our drinks for us. Shots! Short, sweet, and to the point.

Elsa teared up on the first one, but she held it awesomely I rewarded her with a kiss, and Kristoff rewarded her with a much-too-heavy pat on the back that nearly winded her.

After Every song, I'd jump/trip off the stage and run over to Elsa, give her a quick but messy kiss, and ask her if she was having fun. Kristoff kept her company whenever I was living my American Idol dreams on stage, serenading her with my angelic voice.

"Okay, my turn to sing." said Kristoff. "Any requests?"

"Friend Like Me?" chimed in Elsa. I was so proud of her. She was speaking up! It may have been the drink tho.

"Got it!" he winked and ran on stage to do his number in front of the dozens of people watching him.

I was going to watch him, but Elsa was too darn distracting. I turned to her and squished her cheeks, and brushed some of her hair out of her face, I couldn't stop touching her when I was around her, let's put it that way.

"Hehe, your eyes are glossed over." I giggled.

"Oh, really?" she laughed and brought her hand up to her mouth. I took her hand in my hands, not wanting her to be shy, but also just to hold it. Gosh, her hand was so soft… Both of them were equally soft. But I only had the one to myself.

I gently pressed my thumbs into her palm, especially the bulgy parts. Then I held her by the wrist, still gentle cuz I didn't want to scare her off, so I could get a better look at her hand lines. I wish I could read palms, then I could see how long we'd date for or something. I don't actually know what palm reading does.

My fingers traced hers, which were longer than mine (noteworthy), and her fingernails were clean, shiny, and trimmed all pretty-like. Then I looked her right in the eye and put one of her fingers in my mouth and licked it. She tensed up, blushing harder than I've ever seen her, and her eyes were so big they looked like they were about to fall out of her head.

I laughed around her digit and sucked it dry.

"So cute," I said, nuzzling her palm.

Kristoff came back with an exhausted huff. He must've really gotten into his song, which I was sad I missed. "Whelp! I'm good for now. You guys ready to call it an early night?"

"Yes!" cried Elsa. We both looked at her like she was covered in ants. Okay, not the best metaphor, but the volume of her voice certainly scared the bejeebus out of the both of us.

"I mean, uh yes, yes please." Elsa stretched, but it looked more like she wanted me to motorboat her, the way her cleavage was right in my line of vision. "I'm pretty tired."

Kristoff nodded and escorted us home. I don't even remember being escorted, but Elsa and I made it back. Before we both closed our doors for the night, Kristoff said, "Thanks for joining us, Elsa, I'm glad you had fun."

"Thank you for the… the thing." she replied, trying to recall the name of the drink she had. "I'll thank you properly tomorrow when I can put words together and they come out good. Good bye." and she closed the door, leaning against it.

I found a nice little home on Elsa's couch and was oblivious to the world. I was so happy and warm, and Elsa had a good time with me and Kristoff. It was as perfect as chocolate drizzle on chocolate whipped cream on a hot chocolate. And now I was hungry.

"Elsa, do we have any-"

Her mouth on mine kept me from saying anything else. Well, anything coherent, I was still half-talking as she kissed me. And boy was she kissing me… She was holding my head and tugging a little on my hair, licking my tongue. It was hawwwwwt…

We paused to breathe. "Whoa, Elsa…" I panted, staring into her eyes. She looked hungrier than a Hungry Hungry Hippo. "Not whoa as in "WHOAA" but whoa as in "Whoa…", y'know?"

She nodded. "Sorry, you were just… turning me on earlier." Still holding me. Kind of on top of me. I was leaning over the arm of the couch.

"Wait, what? What'd I do?"

"You were um…" She held up her hand in front of me. "M-My hand. I liked it."

Her hand… Oh yeah, I was sucking on her finger and rubbing her palm. She liked that? That was… actually pretty darn kinky.

I stood up, holding her hand. I raised it up to my mouth, and she rose with it, staring at me with crazy anticipation. I softly kissed the back of her knuckles, and I noticed her biting her lip, her eyes had the most adorably distressed look in them. I stepped backward, still kissing her hand, and she followed.

The journey to her bedroom was a mystery, and Elsa somehow lost her pants and shirt, but we made it to her bed. I had Elsa sit with her back against the wall, and I crawled over her, straddling her thighs, once again meeting her hand with my lips. I placed little kisses on her fingertips and all the way down to the heel of her palm. She tensed up, and I checked to make sure she was all good.

Oh she was definitely all good. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes were squeezed shut, she was panting. It was almost like she had an orgasm already just from that!

"A-Anna…" she moaned, slowly opening her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated, and she was blushing like mad. I wanted her to say my name like that again, but louder.

"You're twitching already," I chuckled, taking her hand and making her caress my cheek. I loved worshipping her hand with my mouth. Hopefully she'll let me do the same thing to the rest of her.

"I'm drunk and sensitive, okay,"

"Hmm," laughing through my nose, I dragged her limp fingers back up, and I started licking the tender skin between her fingers. Elsa squeezed a little, and her legs twitched underneath me. It would be rude of me to not take care of her.

I wiped her wet hand off on my shirt (I made her grab my boob, it was awesome), laid her down, and I next to her. I ran my hand down her body, making sure she was watching me, giving her every opportunity to stop me. But she didn't, and I proceeded to rub my open palm over her panties, which were deemed next to useless now. They were wet and see-through and god I really wanted her in and around my mouth, like you don't even know.

Wait… why was I still wearing my pants? Preposterous! I stopped a moment, leaving Elsa to catch her breath (and watch me), and I just lost it all. All but my own panties (had to make it fair). I jumped back in bed, but now Elsa was sitting up waiting for me and was magically in nothing. The rest of her looked just as soft and silky as her hands felt.

"Remember when you said I looked beautiful last week?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, you look beautifuller." I kneeled next to her, my hand sneaking between her thighs.

"That's not a real w-Ahhh-na!"

I continued rubbing Elsa, who was moaning loudly, and was shamelessly grinding into my palm, her gorgeous hands roaming everywhere on my body, but THE ONE spot I wanted them to be. I had to take her hand and put it there myself. She tried so hard to do me too, but I already had her too hypnotized to do anything super effective.

But it was alright with me. Because this was about her right now, and I was more than happy to make this night the chocolate drizzle on chocolate whipped cream on her hot chocolate. And I was hungry again. So I shimmied down Elsa's body and went to town on her naughty bits.