CHAPTER V

"So, do you give me permission to... explore you?" The hand on her thigh scratched the skin delicately, reminding her of its presence there.

The Queen nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yes," she consented. "If I go to hell for this, at least I'll know I won't go alone."

"In that you're right," he said with a victorious smile, kissing her. "I promise you won't regret it."

But a couple minutes into it and Elsa wasn't very convinced of it. He started by separating her a little, to have space to work, and then she felt his fingers thread the hair on her mount of Venus, playfully, as if he wasn't in a rush. They went lower after a while and disappeared between her folds, sliding on her most sensitive skin carefully, reverently even, reconnoitering the terrain.

"God, you're so damp already," he whispered mesmerized.

Elsa automatically tensed and diverted her gaze, shying away from what she felt was an awkward moment. No one, not even herself, had ever touched her there, and she felt bared, opened, exposed, like a beautiful and colorful flower in the middle of a desert, on display, even sacrileged by his explorations. But there he was, the first one to step on untouched and promised land.

"Look at me," he demanded in a deep voice, vigilant for any nuance of her expression. And she tried, she tried to keep her eyes on his, to please him because it seemed to be what he wanted of her. However, she just couldn't. His gaze felt too intrusive, too raw, as if he were seeing inside her soul, inside her very being. She tried to refuge her face against his neck, to avoid that intense and ravaging look, but he didn't let her.

"Don't hide," he said moving his shoulder backwards without disentangling his hand from her.

Elsa moaned when his fingers started to circle and rub her little bud, and the shame she felt was so big, her face igniting pure magenta, that she resorted to what she knew she could control and feel secure with: her powers. The colder she felt inside, the easier it was to not feel, to not show herself in an inappropriate manner.

It didn't take long for Hans to notice something was off.

"Elsa, why are you cooling yourself?" He could feel her body temperature going down fast, a block of ice between his arms instead of a warm human being.

And then it all came crashing down.

"I can't, Hans, I can't. This is not working," she said anxiously, covering her face with her hands and resting herself against his shoulder.

Hans sighed deeply, closing his eyes. It was proving to be more difficult than he thought to melt her away.

"What do you mean you can't? What happened? You were doing so well." Hans retrieved the sticky hand and with the other he caressed the hair on her head, trying to ignore the cold that was permeating from her body to his. He waited for an answer that didn't come. "Elsa, talk to me, don't leave me in the dark. Have I done something wrong, something you don't like?"

The worry of his voice only made Elsa feel worse.

She tried to get a grip on herself, gradually bringing her body temperature back to normal. Breathing deeply, she lifted her face and looked shyly at him.

"No. It's just that I... I feel so ridiculous right now, Hans. This is very embarrassing. I'm very conscious that you are there looking at me, hearing me make all these weird noises while you touch me, and it unnerves me," she explained. "I don't know, it felt easier before when I only had to lie down and wait."

The Admiral enveloped her in his arms and brought his face pretty close to hers.

"I want to be here looking at you and listening to all the wonderful sounds you make. Don't you see? This is how it works. It brings me pleasure to know that I can give you pleasure. I give to you and you give back to me, and vice versa," he tried to make her understand.

"But it's too close, too personal," Elsa almost whined. "I mean, not even twelve hours ago we were discussing documents across the desk of your office, and now... now we're here, stripped of all layers of decorum and propriety, and I feel like I want to crawl under my skin."

"How did you think it was going to be, baby?" he asked her, as if she should have expected it. It was becoming clear to him that she didn't want him to see inside of her, that there was a wall she didn't want him to cross.

Elsa closed her eyes and shook her head a couple of times, emotions battling against each other in her head: her desire to be more open minded and to soar with him versus her fear of surrendering herself completely, spiritually and physically.

"I've never opened and showed myself so much to anyone before, Hans, and it is disconcerting and terrifying, like walking on unknown ground, on the edge of a precipice." She put a hand on his collarbone to keep the connection and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I want to let you in, share this with you, but it makes me feel bare, vulnerable and invaded. It makes me wonder what you'll think of me, if I'll disappoint you, and I don't know if I can take it. Maybe I'm not cut out for this..." she finished with a demolished note.

A tender look came onto his face.

"You know, it amazes me to see how all of this inhibits you when I've seen you fight at war, risk your life for your country and your people, face my treacherous king brother Sigurd when we were captured in the Southern Isles, and do many other incredible things. I would have never expected it, but the contrast is actually very sweet." Elsa dropped her gaze, blushing. "You should jump over the precipice and let yourself go, Elsa, because I'll be at the bottom to catch you." He bumped his nose with hers. "What are you afraid of? What do you have to loose? Me seeing you moaning and gasping, without strings, without holding anything back, enjoying this? I already dream of it every single night. That I'll see your inner beauty through your eyes? I can only hope that you'll let me, that you'll deem me worthy of it. The more vulnerable you feel, the more embarrassed and exposed, the more I'll want to hold you, to protect you, the harder you'll pull me into you, because I'll know how difficult it was for you to show me yourself that way and that you chose to do it nonetheless, because you trust me, because you love me."

Elsa's heart gave a big hunch in her chest and her eyes moistened just from the emotions those words caused in her. She felt that the only way to answer to that was with a thankful and honest kiss. I love you so much, Hans.

"And it'll be the same for me, Elsa," the Admiral whispered when their lips parted. "You'll see me unguarded, surrendering to you, because you have that power over me, because I want you to cuddle me, because it'll be very liberating."

"Can we try again?" she asked predisposed.

Hans smiled. "We can try as many times as you want, my love."

"Is it okay if I don't look at you all the time?"

"What do you think?" he arranged her rebel bangs to the side of her face. "Whatever you feel more comfortable with. I simply didn't want to miss a second of it."

"I'll do what I can," she promised.

"Try not to think so much and just feel," he suggested, "discover this side of yourself. I guarantee that if you do it'll feel very good. And I can assure you, you are cut out for this, for me."

"Okay," she agreed creating the space between them, so he could fit his hand.

"Kiss me Elsa, kiss the fox." She smiled onto his lips and did as he said, circling her arms around his shoulders once again, being careful not to brush the top burn.

Hans buried his hand again under her legs as Elsa's tongue played inside his mouth, caressing with his fingers the slippery small valleys he had so suddenly left before. He enjoyed the softness, the sponginess, the warmth that was there again after her unexpected cooling. One fingertip circled her entrance slowly and that by itself made Elsa moan timidly against his lips. She hid her face in the nook of his neck after that, pressing her breasts against his chest and hugging him tightly to counteract the shivers that rippled her body. The fingers trailed back until setting themselves on her nerve ending core, starting to stimulate bluntly.

Elsa was aware of her ragged short breaths, of her heart thundering in her chest, of her tense legs at each side of Hans, of the blood in her veins boiling her from the inside out, and specially, of how she was losing control of her own body. Her hips moved involuntarily against his hand, and the sensation was so enjoyable, the echo of it resonating in her throat, that she tried to camouflage it by biting her lower lip hard. However, Hans noticed it all, even if he couldn't see her.

"Yes, Elsa, move," he encouraged. "Search for my fingers, make them yours."

To her surprise, hearing his voice was enough for her body to comply happily. Hans increased the rhythm when he sensed her hips following him and it didn't even take a minute when he felt her whole body trembling between his arms, her gasping close to his ear. He memorized every sound, every sensation, every feeling, because he knew he would only get to keep on living if he replayed it all in his mind when she was not with him.

Elsa kept climbing, going higher, entering into a zone where she started to fade out, where nothing seemed to matter any more, except for the pleasure that corroded her from her inner thigh to every cell of her small body. And then she was there, at the peak, fast, intense, closing her eyes shut, shaking, moaning, melting by the pure magic of his touch on her.

The embrace on him went limp, as did the rest of her afterwards.

"Blessed God..." she murmured when she felt she could talk.

Hans smiled against her shoulder, kissing it softly, his wet hand resting on her thigh.

"Good?"

"Very good," she answered with a dripping voice.

"Want more?"

"Yes," she replied nipping at his earlobe, making him shrink his neck. She didn't care anymore if it was a sin or not what they were doing. She only knew that she was in his hands and that she didn't want to be any place else.

"Let me see you," he asked.

Elsa relaxed backwards, letting him hold her, her hands on his arms. Hans had to repress the desire to assault her right there, on the spot, to lie her down and take her in a wild and rude manner. She was a nymph, with hair the color of sun rays, ice blue eyes glazed with the veil of sex, cheeks dyed the color of pomegranate, lips parted seductively and skin glowing with the crave satisfied.

"Tell me what you've felt." He lowered his head and kissed her over the top of her breasts, going upwards from there.

"I don't think I have words," the Queen said still dazed.

"Try," he insisted, his hand going back under her, damping his fingers once more with her moisture. She moved when she felt him, but didn't hide this time.

"It was wonderful... revealing... fleeting... striking as lightning..." she said moving her fingers feathery on his arms, her dreamy expression remembering what she had experienced. Hans listened to her attentively. "I felt like I was being consumed by an electrifying huge wave of heat that overpowered my rational mind. I didn't know I was capable of feeling these things."

"You're capable of feeling that and much more, you'll see," the Admiral told her.

Suddenly, she saw how he put one of his fingers inside his mouth and she realized, with a scandalized face, that he was tasting her.

"Tell me I'm not seeing you do that…" Her tone was incredulous.

"This?" He licked another one of his fingers, his brilliant green eyes boring into hers as he savored.

"Yes. It's disgusting." Her repulsed expression remained, although she didn't move away to stand up or flee. She didn't think he would let her anyways. As shocked as she was, she took it in stride, like everything that night.

"That's what you think because of your pure mind." He gave a couple more licks to his fingertips and knuckles. "But believe me, in a couple of weeks you won't be thinking the same thing." He inclined his head in order to kiss her, on purpose.

"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed putting her hand on his face and turning it to the side, keeping it at arm's length.

Hans laughed and the reverberations went from his jaw to her shoulder.

"So what? You're not going to let me kiss you anymore tonight?" he said teasing, turning his head and kissing her palm juicily, his tongue darting out at the end.

She yelped, moving her hand away as if it had scorched her.

"Not until you clean your mouth with soap."

"We'll see about that," he challenged boldly holding her bottom better with one hand and introducing one long finger inside of her without warning, feeling right away how she clutched him strongly.

"Hans!" she moaned taken by surprise, her eyes opening wide.

"I like my name filling your mouth," he sang really enjoying himself. "Say it again."

Elsa did, but not because she wanted to please him, but because she felt she was losing control of the situation.

"Hans, please, you're... uummh... not being fair." She could tell the dynamic had changed, that something had shifted in their roles as lovers. His eyes had darkened and his whole aura exuded dominance and power, while she felt herself getting smaller and smaller.

"Damn right I'm not," he affirmed perversely, starting to move the finger in and out.

She couldn't deny the sensation was very gratifying, too much even, almost like a drug about to overflow from a glass, but at the same time, she couldn't deny either that she felt overwhelmed and a little lost by this more aggressive and sharp side of him, aside she wasn't used to. He had always been correct when they worked together or when they saw each other secretly, intense like he always was, but correct and polite in his manners towards her. Now the curtain had dropped and she could see another one of his layers.

The Admiral went to kiss her again and found her fingers on his lips, stopping him. They looked at each other. A flash crossed the bottom of her heavy lidded eyes, very subtlety, like the reflex of light on a salmon's scales in the river, and he saw it. It wasn't dread, but something close to it. It was enough to make him change his whole demeanor.

"C'mon Elsa, I'm only playing," he said more softly against her fingertips, his hand underneath relenting.

"I know you are... " Her hand caressed his smooth silk jaw.

"Then play with me. I'm the cat right now and you're the mouse."

"I'm scared to follow you," the Queen confessed, "you're too daring and I'm too new with all this. And... and I want to be the cat too."

"You don't know how to be one yet..." he said alluding to her inexperience.

"I know what it is to be in control." Seventeen years of reign were sufficient proof.

"Do you want to take the reins then?" He separated and supported himself with his hands on the bed, leaving her on her knees, undressed of his body. "Go ahead. You lead, I follow."

The need to be inside of her, to feel her all around him was overwhelming, his desire a prowling tiger eyeing its prey and being held off just by a thin leash. But he was not a hormonal young man anymore. He was willing to wait as much as he could for her, even if it felt like torture, because he knew that all the time he invested in her that night would lay the foundation for the future.

Elsa stared at him impotent, seated on his thighs. He was constantly pushing her further, demanding of her more than what she thought she could give. He knew perfectly well she was in no position to finish alone what they had started, not without his guidance, which meant he was probably testing her. The phrases 'no, no, you continue' or 'okay, you win, I'll play' were on the tip of her tongue. However, she was not a person that gave up easily. She would try, even with her nervousness and shyness.

She regrouped in seconds, analyzing what she had on her hands, deciding what she would and would not do. He was a good instructor, so she would follow some of his moves, although not all of them. She wouldn't touch him there, not yet at least, as she felt she needed more courage to cross that line. She hesitated on the kissing. The idea of tasting herself on him was distasteful at best, and very, very censurable at worst. But she needed the kissing to win him over, so she would have to get over it. A thought came into her mind: Maybe I can do all this with a twist. Finally, she would have to let him participate, continue where he had left off, although at her pace. I am ready. I can do this.

Hans studied her over, admiring her sinuous figure, waiting. He didn't think she would have the guts to be in charge on the bed. Not so soon, not with her modesty. But his brows rose when she got onto her knees and approached him.

Lifting her backside, Elsa dragged her knees forward to be above his hips, opening her legs a little bit wider, aware of his fully erect member. She rested her hands on his shoulders for balance, her eyes never leaving his, as if the blue sea and the green countryside were magnetized. Hans was totally expectant, holding his breath and looking up at her. And then she lowered her hips slowly right on top of him, cupping his length between her folds. Several things happened at the same time and she heard, saw, and felt all of them. He groaned, his pupils dilated and he got bigger under her. Her ego smiled inwardly for having been able to get that reaction from him. She bit her lip to contain the tremor that went through her with that intimate contact and then tried to concentrate. It was her turn and she had to make a good use of it.

The Queen got her lips close to his mouth, almost brushing him, and waited a couple seconds, building momentum, his breath hot on her skin, the question dangling in his eyes.

"Try to kiss me," she said as appealingly as she could.

He seemed surprised for a moment due to her previous reaction, but he discarded it quickly.

"Easy," he rasped leaning in. Elsa distanced herself, raising at the same time her hips from him. When he retracted she got closer again, her lower body cuddling him once more. He tried to kiss her one more time and she behaved the same, pulling away from his attempt. Hans understood the game immediately, his heart doubling its pulse. Yes, Elsa, prove to me I shouldn't have kiss you senseless long ago and be done with it, he thought, knowing he was physically reaching his limit. One look at her eyes and he could read all over them 'If I'm really the mouse, then come and get me.' That was the moment he realized he had underestimated her and was doomed to her wishes.

Elsa teased him multiple times, putting her mouth at his reach to later avoid him, pressing herself against his aroused mast to later leave him waving in the direction of her core. She deviated a couple of times, kissing his sideburns with affection, plowing her warm lips through his neck slowly, feeling his frenetic heartbeats, biting the freckles she found on his shoulders excitedly. Her hands stroked the dark hair on his pectorals, the skin on his ribs, the muscles on his backside. It was on one of those detours that she noticed how he fisted his hands on the bedspread when she moved her hips on top of him. It made her smile covertly. She enjoyed immensely her newly discovered power on him.

He tried once to hold her by the waist with his hands, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"No. I'll tell you when you can use them." She didn't want him to distract her.

Hans behaved, smiling, putting his hands again on the bed. She was already giving him orders, like the Queen that she was.

Continuing with her explorations, her mouth even dared to go farther south, to the swarthy isle of his nipple. She licked it timidly once with her tongue, like she had seen him do with her, and searched his eyes for his approval.

"Keep going. Don't be shy now," he said, his eyes submerged in a sea of lust.

Elsa carried on, imitating what she had seen before. From licking to nipping to suckling, she made the effort to be thorough with each of the tiny buds, as he had been with her. She even introduced a new variable in their lovemaking, cooling her tongue from time to time to act as an ice cube, with the difference that it didn't melt.

"Do you like it?" she asked in between cold kisses.

"I love it, babe," he answered in a very excited voice. Hans felt very proud of her. Despite what had happened earlier she was still able to be creative and to try new things, just like he had asked of her during their seated conversation near the fireplace.

The Queen saw that her caresses had its rewards. She heard him breathing irregularly and felt his large body tremble underneath her. It aroused her tenfold. Now she was starting to understand what he had said about how giving pleasure brought pleasure in return.

She kept playing with him, swaying her hips with more confidence as the seconds went by, rising and falling on top of him, getting the hold of it in a natural way, her open mouth teasing him endlessly, hovering over the parted lips he repeatedly wetted with his tongue. She even forgot about how embarrassing it had been before to show herself to him through the glass of her gaze, now looking straight into his eyes and moaning with him when she felt like it, the fact of being in control empowering her.

Hans was totally under her spell, like the sailor the mermaid is about to take down with her to the bottom of the sea in order to drown him.

Her hand caressed his right arm from the shoulder to the wrist, gripping his biceps with delight in between. She took his hand and led it to her inner thigh, giving him permission to touch her again. His green eyes sparkled. He was quick to gratify her, inserting one of his fingers inside of her, his thumb pressing against her sensitive nub. Elsa made a sound of pure satisfaction, her eyes going white for a moment, starting to rock his hand instead of his hips. Breathing unevenly, suspended in the fog of intimacy and passion, she brought her face close to his, her hands on his jaw and neck, feeling his frenzied pulse, and tried to draw him again to her lips. But the mouse never fell in her trap. And so, she tried with words.

"I think... I think you don't want... to kiss me... You're... not trying hard enough," she whispered like melted chocolate.

Whatever had been holding Hans in check seemed to snap with her sweet enticement. In a brisk movement, where he introduced a second finger roughly inside of her slippery cavity and pulled from her voluminous and platinum hair with the other hand, he had her at his mercy.

"Hans..." she moaned with pleasure, her mouth agape under his by the tension he was exerting at her nape, her cheeks flushed, her eyelashes crowning her coin opened eyes.

"Don't fool yourself, I can kiss you whenever I want to. I was only letting you play with me," he said with a ravaging look. Still, he didn't plunder her mouth.

Elsa's hand went to the back of her head and touched his gently.

"Don't... don't use your strength," she said almost without voice, letting him know he was cheating.

The bonfire in Hans' iris only signaled how he couldn't take it anymore.

"You're driving me crazy, Elsa. I'm not going to be able to hold on for much longer. I want you."

"Okay, okay," she murmured, understanding. She sensed how his hand slackened in her hair, letting her move her head again. "Do what you have to do. I'm in your hands... literally," she added with a small smile moving her hips on his hand to lighten his serious expression. But Hans didn't smile back or laugh, dazed as he was by the unrelieved sexual tension, his erection painfully awaiting to reach home. He focused on getting her where he wanted to make her his for once and for all.

He sat up straighter, bringing her with him. His two fingers worked her up for a little time, separating inside of her like a 'V' randomly, reading her for him while his thumb kept stimulating her little button. Her hips followed him without resistance, desire bubbling again in her lower abdomen. Elsa tried to kiss him, finally giving in, but found out he was the one now holding back, his experienced foxy eyes waiting to see what she would do. She emitted a very frustrated sound, feeling she had been the one being played all along. Taking his face in between her hands she forced herself on him, crushing her ice cold lips on his. Hans smiled inwardly and groaned with the change of temperatures that occurred between their tongues. What surprised Elsa was that when she violently raped his mouth he received her willingly, as if he had always been there waiting, a thirsty well clamoring for her nectar. And then the ripples from her core started again, making her vibrate with every move of her hips on his hand, increasing exponentially the faster he moved his fingers. It got to a point where she wasn't able to kiss him anymore, as she started to climax, more powerfully than the previous time, Hans drinking the sounds pouring from her open mouth.

He took advantage of her orgasm to push himself inside of her, his hand directing his shaft. Elsa, enjoying the last whippings of her second oblivion, opened her eyes when she felt him stretching her tender skin. The hunger in his gaze intimidated and melted her at the same time. Her instinctive reaction was to run away from that invasion, raising her hips. However, Hans didn't allowed it, his hands rooted in her waist, holding her in place. She whimpered, having no escaping route but him. He was halfway inside of her, waiting a little intentionally, giving her time to adjust to him.

"Relax, baby, take me in. We're almost there..." he told her.

"Ok- okay..." The Queen breathed deeply, her heart still running like a greyhound, her thighs moving a little restlessly. She sank her hand in his hair, caressing it as lovingly as she could, her forehead and nose touching his. She forced herself to speak, so she could concentrate in something else other than the burning sensation taking place in her most intimate part. "That was... fantastic," she confessed. "It felt... really really good... just like you said it would." It had been mind blowing.

"I'll make you feel like that many more times if you keep me," the Admiral whispered against her lips, his eyes promising unmentionable things.

Elsa smiled sated. "I'm keeping you, Hans. I'm going to keep you very close."

His mouth encapsulated hers, one hand going to her buttock, the other behind one of her knees, pulling. "Circle me with your legs," he asked her.

Elsa understood and moved one leg around his hip, welcoming the blood circulation after being so long in the same posture. What she didn't expect, while moving the other leg, losing her point of support, was how he got in to the hilt in one swift move.

Hans had been counting on it, letting gravity work on her body so it fell on top of his, connecting them finally as one.

"That's it, Elsa... We've done it... Sorry if I hurt you." He murmured between hot breaths, stroking her back and looking at her features.

She shook her head with her eyes closed. "I'm fine..." It didn't feel entirely comfortable, but it was bearable.

"You're so brave, my love… You're doing very well," he said trying to be tender, when all he wanted to do was to drill into her, not only with his body, but also with all his soul.

She thanked his kind words with a peck and moved her lower body to adjust herself better to him. "I feel you so... immense."

"And I feel you... very tight," he answered, attracting her bottom more towards him. "This is fucking bliss," he muttered more to himself than to her.

Involuntarily, learning with her body, Elsa clenched him strongly, her inner walls suckling him in, and he whimpered leaning his head on her neck.

"Are you in pain?" she asked worried, not understanding what had just happened.

He took some seconds to answer. "No, Elsa... I'm just… hard as a rock… because of you... Do it again," he pleaded.

"What?" she said oblivious.

His hand snaked between their stomachs until it reached her belly, just on top of her sex. His fingers bent, sinking into her skin, as if he wanted to go through the flesh and squeeze her sexual organ. "Contract, here."

She did, and he felt himself in heaven, the air escaping him. Elsa repeated seeing how much he liked it. The tremble that went through him almost made him come.

Hans grabbed her bottom better and started to move her body and his for his own pleasure, the first time getting his member almost totally out, to later bury himself full again, his eyes glued to their union. Then he just went for it all, driving into her passionately, rising his head to see the way her breasts moved, swaying freely, and to connect his blazing gaze with hers. He wanted to see her face as he made her his, as he pumped himself wholly into her voluptuous body, dying and reborning by the thrill of finally sharing that experience with the love of his life.

Elsa felt how he torn her up inside with each fast and sharp thrust, making her feel unbelievable and unknown things, completely fulfilling her. She tried to take everything in, to grasp as much as she could of that new journey. The sweat of their skins, sliding against each other; the speed of their breaths, kissing in the air; the strength of her heels, nailing into his lower back; the sound of their bodies joining together, slick and repetitive; the particular smell of their lovemaking, salty, intense and warm; the tone of his grunts and her moans, deep and high-pitched. But specially, she embraced the way Hans looked at her, intent, taut, relentless, as if he was chasing something and she was the reward. And at the same time, as if she was a Goddess that could crush him with the power of her physique and sensuality. Just as he had told her, he was unguarded and vulnerable in that special moment, the same way she was, and he didn't try to hide. He opened and gave himself completely to her, so she could see how he really was, the real him, with all the cracks and flaws. She had never felt more powerful and alive.

As much as he wanted to release inside of her, he knew he couldn't and he wouldn't slip. He continued tireless until he felt himself starting to shake, moment in which he got out of her, taking his cock in his hand and coming in it, wetting in the process part of their bodies. Elsa saw how his face contorted and how he gravely groaned, his eyes shutting acutely, his large figure pulsing strongly with the release until he deflated in her arms. His head rested against her neck while his arms went around her waist, his hand leaving a wet trail on her skin. His lungs worked extra, recovering the needed oxygen, while his heart tried not to get outside of his thoracic cage.

Elsa petted his nape and his back, waiting while she felt the warm liquid of his sperm on her skin.

"Hans?" she asked.

"Give me a moment..." he answered in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, my love." She hugged him better with her legs and arms, kissing him softly on the neck and caressing his damp hair.

After some time, in which only their breaths and the crackle of the fire could be heard, Hans finally gave signs of being still alive. He kissed her from the collarbone until the sensible skin behind the ear.

"I take back what I said. You know how to be a very sexy kitten," he murmured squeezing his embrace on her. "I don't know what it'll be of me once you learn more."

Elsa smiled brightly, moving her head back to see him. He looked very handsome with his cheeks flushed and the freckles standing out like copper stars under two heavy lidded green suns. "That you'll be the mouse more often," she joked.

"You like control, huh?" His clean hand hid in her golden mane.

"Yes. It's what I'm used to," she admitted.

"With time you'll discover that being submissive can also be very exquisite."

"Are you talking from your own experience?" She pushed the reddish hair back from his face.

"How would I know if not?"

She nodded to herself, smiling, as if it should have been obvious.

"So... this is you releasing?" she asked touching with the tip of her index finger the whitish mass.

"Yes, this is me having an orgasm," he replied watching her.

"Does this happen every time?" She checked the texture of the substance rubbing her index and thumb fingers, realizing it was sticky.

"Yes, unless I don't come, in which case it is somewhat painful."

"Come?" she repeated not understanding the meaning.

The Admiral comprehended she wasn't familiarized with the term, which was to be expected considering how she hadn't known much about sex until that night.

"Yes, it means the same as releasing or climaxing, to go all the way. It is the colloquial way of saying it," he clarified.

"I see." She cleaned her fingers on his shoulder skin with a pensive look. Hans smiled by the gesture. "I feel bad for earlier then, when it didn't work. It must have hurt you."

"Why? You didn't know and I didn't mind," Hans reassured her. "You're learning, Elsa, and that's what matters. Don't worry about it."

He looked at the semen on their stomachs and was tempted to ask her if she dare try it like he had tasted her before. It was probably a suicide suggestion based on her previous reaction so he discarded it and went at it in a different angle. "Do you think this is gross?" He signaled their bellies with his chin.

Elsa observed the greasy sexual painting on their skins during a few seconds before speaking. "Mmm... no. This is your seed, a part of you, and I don't consider you gross. But it's messy, as you said."

The Admiral couldn't believe what he had heard. She was too nice, and kind, and lovely, and adorably sweet, and he didn't know what to do with her because his heart was about to burst any minute from the love it held for her.

"That's funny, because you thought it was disgusting how I tasted you with my fingers earlier," he reminded her with impish eyes.

The Queen furrowed her blonde brows. "It's not the same. This seems to be natural, but what you did…". Her face wrinkled just at the thought of it. "I mean, it's my most intimate part, it wasn't created to be savored. It's even likely that it doesn't smell good..." she finished reddening.

Hans laughed and started to lay down on the bed. "Come here," he said taking her with him. "Watch out your feet." He helped her to get her legs from behind him. While on her knees, Elsa fixed her gaze on the sperm with doubts and then looked at him. "I'll clean us up later, don't worry," he said.

She nodded and stretched on top of him, placing her forearms on the mattress. Her platinum hair fell over her back and shoulders like a soft light curtain. "Why did you laugh?"

"Because I understand why you say those things, even if I don't share them." His hands found their way to her bottom. "But it's fine. It's logical that I'm more open minded regarding sex than you are. I've been doing this a lot longer."

"Perhaps too much," she muttered getting herself more comfortable on his body. Hans didn't know if she referred to him being too open minded or to having too much sex.

His body was larger than hers, so Elsa had to drag herself higher to have her head at his level. She could feel the warm stickiness between their abdomens as she sled, thinking it was a weird sensation, as if their skins were glued to one another.

The Admiral smiled, his eyes admiring the beautiful peach color of her cheeks. He decided to risk it. "You asked me earlier what things do I imagine doing with you while I touch myself."

"Yes, and you said you were not going to tell me, to not spoil the surprise," she reminded him. They looked at each other's eyes curiously, trying to discern the boundaries of their connection and of their relationship now that the first time had been consummated. To their surprise and joy, they were limitless.

"I might do an exception here, so you can start thinking about it. Hopefully, you won't say no when I try to carry it out."

"All right. What is it?" she asked.

"What would you say if I told you that one of the things I fantasized with is putting my mouth between your legs?"

The question took the Queen aback, for her eyes widened and searched his face, trying to decipher if he was playing with her. But she quickly realized he was not.

"I would say that you're crazy and that you're a pig, and a pervert, and a..." she started.

"I got the message," he interrupted with a small smile, not surprised at all by her reaction.

"Seriously, why would you want to do that? It's nasty," she pronounced vehemently.

Hans adored the way she got offended. "You won't understand it until I do it."

"I won't let you," she voiced with her face close to his, "and as I well know now, you'll respect my wishes." She showed him a confident smile.

"I'll respect your wishes, but that doesn't mean I won't try to convince you. Give me your hand." His clean hand appeared in their line of vision, waiting for hers.

"For what?" the Queen said distrustful.

"Give it to me and you'll see."

Elsa sighed and offered one of her hands, seeing as there wasn't any real reason to oppose him. "Lay your head here and close your eyes." He put his hand on her nape and made her lower her head until it was comfortably nested in his neck, under his chin.

"What are you going to do?" she asked impatiently, her curiosity growing by each second.

"Shhhh..." He grabbed her hand again. "Close your eyes and stay quiet until I finish. Don't interrupt me, just feel, alright?"

"Yes." Her eyelids went down.

"You promise me?" he asked to make sure she would hold on until he was done.

"I promise," she replied, expectant.

With her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear his heartbeats, a steady rhythm that calmed her and made her feel she was in the place it corresponded to her, between his arms.

The Admiral checked that she had indeed closed her eyes and then focused his attention on her small hand. He pressed a long kiss to her palm, to later start making love to her delicate yet full of magical power extremity. He kissed each one of her pianist fingers tenderly, with devotion, and followed it with brief licks of his tongue. His nose also participated, caressing her skin without hurry, trying to discover all the secrets it held.

He felt he couldn't work well with just one of his hands and so he cleaned his other one on his leg as best he could to hold her hand the way he wanted. Her joints went stiff when he licked with his tongue from her wrist to her middle fingertip.

"Relax it," he told her and the Queen obeyed, hearing her own breathing accelerating by the sensations he was making her feel.

Hans didn't leave anything to the imagination. He seduced her hand the same way he would have if his mouth were between her legs, with enthusiasm, intensity, deepness and an inexhaustible source of desire. He absorbed her skin as if he wanted to leave love bites and made his tongue dance between her fingers like it would do between her folds. His teeth gently scratched the soft flesh of her palm, following the veins that he could see through her translucent skin. More kisses were deposited on the back of her hand and on her knuckles while his nose and his hot breath nuzzled every angle of her sinuous phalanxes.

Elsa, still with her eyes closed, couldn't believe that such attentions to a hand could elicit so much inside of her. To her dismay, she was liking it, liking it a lot. Her heart was already galloping, her nipples were hard from minutes ago and inside her mouth, she was salivating. Yes, she was feeling, as he had asked her, feeling too many things. What is wrong with me? How can I be liking this? she reprimanded herself. She knew what he was doing, how he was bringing her to his own point of view. He wants to show me what he would do if I allowed him to... No, Elsa, don't! She didn't finish the thought, but it was already too late, for her imagination took over and recreated the scene: his red hair between her thighs, his large hands holding her, his tongue whipping insistently at her core, circling it with deliberate precision, like he was doing at that exact moment on her curved palm. Hans chose that instant to put two of her fingers inside of his mouth, savoring them as if they were an exquisite feast. That was her perdition, it was too much. She squirmed of pleasure on top of him, pushing her nose into his neck, her parted lips panting, her other hand holding onto his torso.

She felt his smile on her fingers for a second before he kept lavishing her with the erotic moves of his wet and warm tongue. Her rational mind shouted that she should be ashamed of enjoying such a degenerated and lascivious thing like that. But her body was already miles away, eager to fall under the spell of its lover.

The next time Hans sucked on her fingers, getting them inside and out of his playful mouth, his tongue sensually swimming in the spaces in between, Elsa couldn't hold herself back. She moved her index fingertip inside his mouth, trying to touch the tip of his tongue lightly. The Admiral's reaction was to bite her sweetly.

He pulled her fingers out. "Now you want to play to me?" he asked mockingly, the moment where he had told her he was the cat and she the mouse coming back to his mind.

Elsa opened her eyes and raised her head, dragging herself higher.

"Hey, you're breaking the rules, I haven't finished. You promised," he said losing control of her hand and seeing her glazed heavy lidded eyes, completely dazed by his hand-petting.

Her fingers regained their own life and caressed his lips very slowly. She wanted to pounce on those marvelous lips.

"I'm not stopping you," she said getting all her platinum hair to put it on one side over her shoulder. "Finish," she added returning her hand to his mouth, her gaze fixed on him.

Damn, she wants to watch, flashed through his mind with excitement. Regardless of if she let him get down on her in the near future or not, that already felt like a victory. Elsa got more comfortable on top of him, holding her head with the other hand, the elbow resting on the mattress.

The Admiral resumed where he had left off, sucking her fingers, with the difference that now his two smoldering green iris had two cerulean mirrors in which to reflect himself into.

The Queen observed him with a combination of embarrassment and awe, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that he was enjoying himself. She could see it his eyes, in their mischievous gleam, as if her visual presence motivated him more. She saw him kissing each one of her fingertips and biting her nails. His tongue went between her index and middle fingers, sliding in a very provocative and almost obscene way, and without noticing, Elsa started panting again. Hans loved her unadulterated reactions; the manner she felt it she showed it to him.

He went for the final act, closing her hand into a limp fist and bringing it to his mouth. His tongue disappeared inside one end and repeated the motion several times. Hans noticed the exact moment at which Elsa recognized what it was simulating, for she pressed her body against his.

"Does this look familiar to you?" he teased with half a smile before carrying on.

"You have no shame," the Queen said with an intense gaze, being turned on by his damp and repetitive moves. One of her legs fell on the side around one of his, as if it wanted to hug it. "I hate you," and by the tone she used it was evident she meant completely the contrary. She 'hated' that he was perverting her just like he said he would, planting the seeds of impure thoughts in her brain, thoughts that if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't otherwise have.

"Me too," he replied, the smile reaching his eyes.

"I want to kiss you," she voiced a little impatient, "but I also want you to finish."

That's a very good sign, sang his interior voice. "I'm almost done, baby."

He penetrated her fist with his tongue for some more time, until he decided to pamper the interior face of her wrist, kissing, nibbling and licking it. He finished the same way he had started, with a long kiss to her palm. He placed her hand on his cheek and locked eyes with her. "That's all I want to do down there, nothing else."

Elsa remained silent staring at him for a few seconds and then kissed him with deepness.

"Is that a yes?" the Admiral asked when she separated.

She shook her head. "No, it's a maybe."

"Then I already feel victorious," he said snickering.

"Don't cry victory too soon," she advised just to needle him. She was aware that he had already won, for it was only a matter of time, of when would she give in to his indecent proposition.

The Admiral only smiled and closed his eyes when she started to stroke his hair, his arms hugging her. She observed him attentively while he breathed calmly: the blackness of his eyelashes, the infinite freckles, the couple of small scars that graced his cheek and jaw, the now ruffled sideburns, the thin lips. And while she looked at him she thought of what they had shared.

"I've never felt so close and so connected to another person in my life like I did with you before," she voiced quietly to not disturb the peaceful moment, referring to when they were joined together as one minutes ago. "I imagine you have..."

"No, not really," he answered barely opening his eyes to see her, the green of his iris shining like golden nuggets in a river. "Not at this level or with this intensity." The back of his index finger caressed the skin of her cheek tenderly. "I've never really been in a serious relationship. The closest thing I've had to it happened when I tried to get out of piracy," he said. "I rented a small cottage in Gormund, in the outskirts of the city, where no one knew me. I had become rich enough by the conquest of a Spanish vessel, so I could afford it," he explained. "One of the neighbors owned a boarding house and a school for young boys. A couple of months after I arrived I became a teacher of fencing and languages at said school." Elsa suddenly paid more attention, opening her ears. That was information she already knew thanks to her Godfather's diary. "There was one student's mother, a noblewoman who lived near the village, who came often to visit. All the boys loved her, because she always brought treats for everyone. I got along with her very well from the beginning and, after some time of flirting, we became romantically involved, although from doors inside."

"But... wasn't she married?" the Queen asked skeptical turning to caress the hair on his chest.

"She was, but she had become a widow five years earlier when her husband died in an accident," Hans answered.

"Oh, I see..." She stayed silent for a few seconds. "So you two saw each other frequently?"

"Whenever she visited the school, which was once every two or three weeks. It lasted until I was discovered," he recalled.

"How was she?" the Queen wanted to know, interested in the type of woman that had caught his attention during such period.

"Physically?" the Admiral confirmed. He saw his Nordic goddess nod. "She was dark brunette with honey colored eyes and fair skin. I think a little bit taller than you..."

"Did you consider her beautiful?" she asked trying to keep a nonjudgmental stance about the subject.

"Maybe not beautiful, but pretty. I did consider her enigmatic and I definitely felt attracted to her. She didn't stand out, but she had something that made men look at her," Hans replied, still enjoying the caresses she kept lavishing on him.

"And personally? What was she like?" continued Elsa, intrigued by this part of his life unknown to her.

"She was... polite, educated, nice in a very refreshing way for me at that time and she had a good sense of humor. I felt comfortable around her and with time I found out that she was easy to talk to."

With the details he had given her Elsa tried to recreate her in her mind. The only thing she achieved was envisioning a dark brown haired gorgeous classy woman of white skin between in his arms. She closed her eyes with the intention or erasing such image, but it didn't work.

"What was her name?" asked the Queen, the thirst to know about his previous lover growing like foam inside of her without her wanting to.

"Emma Sherbrooke. She came from a wealthy merchant Antalonian family dedicated to the textile industry. She became the Marchioness of Avalon after marrying." Hans noticed she had stopped stroking him and that she was looking at him intently. "What's wrong?"

"Did you love her?" And suddenly, the seriousness in Elsa's voice became evident.

"You already know the answer to that," he answered coolly, sensing the conversation was putting her off.

"But you must have felt something to want to be with her," she insisted, knowing it was irrational of her to feel jealous of a woman he had met many years ago.

"I felt very lonely, Elsa, and so did she. We were miserable for our own specific reasons and we found solace in each other's company." Hans clarified. The Queen diverted her gaze, but with one hand he made her look at him again. "Don't believe for a moment that it was like what you and I are sharing tonight. It was manageable and heartwarming, but superficial and temporary. I couldn't tell her who I really was or that I had been a pirate a couple of months earlier, something that, ironically, went against me later on. As peaceful as that time was for me, it was like living a lie." Elsa stared at him, touching his hand. She expected to hear further, but understood if he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "With you, however," he continued, "is completely different. Of all the people I've known you're probably the one who can understand me better. You know where I come from, what I've gone through, and specially, what I've done. You've seen me at my worst, and still..."

"So have you, Hans," she interrupted him moved by his words. "You've also seen me at my worst."

He huffed. "Our situations were not the same, the motives behind our actions were very different back then and both of us know it," the Admiral reminded her, seeing how she frowned her brows and opened her mouth to speak. Hans was faster than her and he smiled because of that. "But what I want to get at is that I don't have to pretend with you, darling, I can simply be myself around you, you accept me for who I am... and that doesn't have a price." He embraced her with fondness. "I have no secrets for you, Elsa. Anything you want to know just ask."

She smiled affectionately and then kiss him once on the lips. "Did you keep in touch with her?"

"Actually I did, and to this day we still write letters to each other. Although not at the beginning." He rejoiced when the Queen buried her slim fingers in his chest hair again. "When everything exploded and the village people jumped on me and everything fell apart, including my relationship with her, she told me that she knew we didn't have a claim on each other but that it did hurt her immensely that I hadn't told her truth. I tried to make her understand that I couldn't risk it, that I had been harassed and humiliated for most of my life for being who I was and for the things I had done." Hans sighed. "She didn't want to hear about it. She said she didn't want a lier in her life and that she never wanted to see me again." The Admiral made a grimace by the memory. "It was very hard because during all those years that I wandered from one place to another, by foot or by ship, it wasn't easy for me to make friends and, regardless of the sex I shared with her, I had come to consider her one."

Elsa almost voiced that honesty and trust were the foundations on any relationship, and that if that didn't exist, it was very difficult for it to work. But he already knew that and she didn't want to make him feel bad for it.

"But then, if she didn't want to know anything about you, how is it that you're still in contact with her?" she questioned.

"Before leaving the town for good, I left a small note for her where I wrote where she could reach me if she ever needed my help or wanted to find me. I mean, I may have not been in love with her, but I had grown to feel affection for her and she mattered to me."

"Where was that? Where could she find you?"

"Robert's office address. I knew he wouldn't mind," Hans answered referring to his doctor friend. "When in Gormund, I always visited him and his family whenever I could, even if years had gone by. I didn't know it at the time, but Emma wrote me several letters during the year after I left. I went back into piracy, which was the worst decision I could have made, for it led me into the slaver. Still, even that hellish experience had its positive side: it brought me to Arendelle, which in turn brought me to you." They both shared an intense look. "Once I settled here I wrote to Robert, telling him where I was and what had happened since the last time we had seen each other. When he answered me he attached Emma's letters. In them she told me she regretted the way we had ended and that she felt she hadn't been fair with me." The Admiral showed a pensive expression. "I remember I had a lot of doubts on whether to write her back or not. More than three years had passed and I wasn't sure if she would want to know about me… At the end I decided to write her and it paid off, for the reconnection was quite warming. We wrote to each other for a couple of years until we finally were able to meet again when I made a trip to Gormund off duty."

Elsa remained quiet for a moment with her eyes averted, until the curiosity won her over. "And you two... reconnected at an intimate level again?" She was afraid to hear the answer, but she needed to know.

Hans laughed, she said it so formally. "No, we didn't. Emma remarried and when I saw her she was pregnant of her third child."

"Oh..." Elsa breathed relieved.

"Yes. Besides, she almost didn't recognize me when we met. During my stay in the village I always wore a bear and a ponytail, so when I appeared shaved and with short hair, she wasn't sure it was me. She said I looked a lot younger without them."

"And you do," mentioned Elsa.

"Oh, so you noticed when I grew a beard and my hair here in Arendelle?" he asked flattered that she had paid attention to him during those years.

"Of course I did," she confessed with a Mona Lisa smile.

"Anyways, we weren't interested in each other that way anymore. There hasn't been anything romantic between us since I left the village in Gormund, if that's what you're worried about. We're simply good friends, nothing else," he clarified.

"Well, no, I didn't mean..." Elsa tried to retract, uncomfortable.

"Honey, I understand, but you shouldn't feel threatened by Emma or by any woman." He raised his head to kiss her, lingering at the end. "I've been pinning for you for a very long time and, independently of what happens in the future, I won't risk what we have. I'm yours, Elsa, and no one else's."

A/N (updated July 2016): There's one chapter left and I already have half of it written down, but I don't know when I'll finish it since I've suffered a huge mental block with this story.