A/N: After almost a year, I'm back! And I swear that I couldn't write a drabble if my life depended on it!

Anyway! This one falls into the "Bookworm" universe (if you want it to). It's settled a few years before that one-shot, I guess. It's rated M!

Enjoy!

Infinity Plus One:

Awakening

Elsa could feel it. Right above her abdomen, below her neck, zeroing into that still developing region. She had been feeling it for weeks now. Even before Anna had turned fourteen, but now that she had, she felt it even more pressingly.

She chewed slowly, deliberately, keeping her own eyes on the plate of scrambled eggs and sausage and trying with all her might to focus only on her breakfast instead of that piercing stare.

It was not really working.

She chanced a glance up to the other side of the table where her sister was feeding herself a spoonful of cereal. Quite inattentively, mind you. The spoon kept going in and out of the bowl in a continuous and monotonous fashion. Sometimes barely bringing with it any cheerios at all. And still Anna was unmindful of the fact that she was having sugared milk for a healthy breakfast that morning, her attention occupied in other matters. Or should we say other…places.

Elsa rasped her throat with the hopes of rescuing Anna's gaze from the spot between her breasts. She felt her cheeks flush at the conscious acknowledgement that yes, Anna was indeed staring at her breast. And in such an obvious and unmistakable way too! For better or worse she could no longer go on ignoring such a fact. Hence why she rasped her throat again, louder.

The sound finally took shook Anna from her intense staring contest with Elsa's chest. She glanced up at the throat and subsequent mouth that had produced the sound as if she had been in a trance. A trance from which she awoke in a trice the moment her blue eyes locked on the curious ones of her older sister.

She blushed redder than her hair, brighter than the Christmas lights they had yet to hang on the terrace and more feverishly than the change in weather had sickened her with two months prior. Elsa's tilted head reared back, amused yet very surprised at the abrupt change her sister's demeanor had undergone. She opened her mouth to inquire about her wellbeing (the question about her odd behavior forgotten for the moment), when the crimson pigtails jumped and flew out of the room along with the body they were attached to. Cheerios abandoned, chair upturned, milk on the table.

Elsa was left staring after her, feeling the most bewildered she had felt in weeks.

0o0

Elsa was not very fond of the beach. More specifically, she was not very fond of the sun. Her pale complexion did not allow for much time to enjoy it before she burst in painful water bubbles that would peel away at her skin as if she were a shedding snake. Even in a more amiable circumstance (when she would force herself to accompany her family to the beach on winter at her father's capricious desire because that was what a good daughter would do), she still broke out in red blotches all over her body; even in that less severe case, it was still so very annoying, and not at all pretty.

Nonetheless, she always tried to make the best of it. She would bring her big, navy blue umbrella, and plant it near to the water but not close enough to get a surprise bath were the tide to rise. And a book. A book would eventually find its way to her hands for at least half an hour before her sister deemed it too boring an activity for her to participate in for so long. Not that she minded. She much preferred to play on the water with Anna and make nose-less Sandmans. Aside from that she'd brought a hat that would shield her from the sun at all times. And of course, the sunscreen. The sunscreen was always a must, although not usually was it a must for Anna to put it on her so…diligently.

Elsa peeked into the water from under the rim of her hat; the hat that was keeping the sun out and her flush in. Her parents were splashing each other like five year old in a moment and wrestling like teenage boys in the next. She smiled at the young love her parents still harbored for one another.

It also made her sigh in relief.

Mostly because she was not sure her wide-brimmed hat would be able to hide all the crimson suffusing her body was undergoing, just as uncertain as she was that she could blame the sun for the extreme condition of her skin.

Anna for her part was as unaware as her parents of her older sister's physical state, too concentrated on the task at hand. I mean, on hands. Both. Which were currently kneading the flesh of Elsa's ribs. Firm and strong, yet so gently, femininely. Elsa managed to hold in a groan as her little sister's thin and soft hands massaged the sunscreen onto her waist and lower back, reaching back up again towards her ribs. That time she had to bite her lip to keep herself in check when the pads of fingers brushed against the side of her boobs.

She was about to tell Anna that it was enough, that she had enough sunscreen on; although that was completely untrue considering Anna had not even touched her upper back. But the redheaded girl leaned forward to ask Elsa what she had said because she was sure she had said something and she had just been too preoccupied to understand, and in the process she ended up pressing herself against Elsa's butt-cheeks and oh my god! What the hell was that? The sensation flowed straight from the blond's butt to her front settling on her suddenly very sensitive nether regions; there had to be some kind of space-manipulating portal inside her body because how else could she feel it there when Anna was just sitting on her butt?

No matter. She had to get her off, now. Her conscience was eating at her. Anna was only fourteen and this couldn't be happening. She couldn't be feeling these things that she, a seventeen year old, could barely understand herself. Not yet. Not until Anna was fifteen and they could finally get together. That's what they had agreed on. Or more like, that's what Elsa had agreed on, finding it an appropriate age for her sister to date (even if it was with her). Anna for her part had only resigned herself to the slow torture of waiting a whole year to call Elsa her girlfriend, even though they already pecked each other on the lips every morning; the redhead found Elsa's properness so very ridiculous sometimes. But then, she would probably admit with little goading that it was also a quite endearing trait.

Elsa pushed with her arms and raised herself from the ground, practically shoving Anna off of her with no warning whatsoever.

"Elsa! What gives?" Anna whined, the bottle of sunscreen squished in one hand while the other barely kept her from tumbling to the floor.

Elsa shook her head. "Nothing! Just got tired of having all your weight on me. You wouldn't want me to get back pain, now would you?"

Anna huffed. "You could have let me know, you know?"

Nope, no way.

"Whatever, just get over here so I can finish." Anna said, dropping the now mostly empty bottle of sunscreen and rubbing the white mess it had left between her hands. She wasted no time on pressing them against Elsa's shoulder blades. Elsa melted.

So wrong, so very wrong.

Elsa felt like the worst sister ever, at least for the first two minutes. Then she relaxed into Anna's very capable hands. Sunscreen application had never taken so long, it had also never felt so good.

"Your skin is really soft." Anna commented simply. Elsa hummed in acknowledgment.

Anna continued her task and Elsa had even closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, when suddenly she began to feel little creepers running over her shoulders, which was fine because that kind of was part of the her back. But then they crawled over her clavicles, and went lower still slithering over the skin on her chest. And Elsa panicked, the alarm clear in her now widen eyes.

She took a deep breath and stood like the cousin of Flash her childhood self had wanted to be, managing to escape the fingers that had just covered the top of her breasts.

"Good job! Let's go play with mom and dad now!" Elsa said quickly, stiffly, and not waiting for a response she took Anna's hand and rushed them all the way down towards the ocean.

Hopefully, the almost freezing water would lower their temperature as well.

0o0

Elsa shifted on the bed she was laying down on. It was hard to read with a burning sensation right above the top of her breasts. Her eyes abandoned the geometry book she was trying to learn from and swiftly settled over the features of her sister, who was now (after many weeks of getting caught) much more aware of her sister's actions.

Anna averted her eyes quickly, although she knew she had been found, once again, staring at her sister's chest. More like boring a hole, if you asked Elsa. A hole filled with so much curiosity and, dare she say it, desire.

Elsa sighed. She had a pretty accurate idea of what was going on with Anna. And as ridiculous as it may seem for some for her to want to feel another girls breasts (after all, her sister had a set of boobs of her own), it was understandable. She had been fourteen once herself too; well, fifteen, her own awakening had happened a bit later. But Anna had always been quite precocious for a lot of things, and it had probably been silly, (and mostly a sisterly overprotective reaction) to think that it would be any different with this aspect of her life. Especially when she considered that the object of her sister's affections lived right under her own roof. She had to admit that such a factor affected her as well. She was just more, controlled.

Hence, Elsa understood what Anna, a fourteen year old girl who had recently discovered and accepted her attraction towards her sister, an attraction that was very much reciprocated, was going through. And really, if they were eventually going to be both sisters and lovers (how exactly they would pull that off, Elsa had no idea), then Elsa had to step up and act like both…at the same time.

In this case she guessed that meant sating Anna's curiosity, and…taking a further step within a relationship that though existent had yet to be made official.

Elsa sat on the bed, the movement garnering Anna's attention. She beckoned for her sister to get up from the floor and sit beside her. Anna did without question, and Elsa could tell her eyes were filled with expectancy, inquiry, and a little bit of apprehension. The blond said nothing. Instead, she took a deep breath through her nose, gave Anna a small hesitant half smile and in a second that left no time to ponder anything, took her sister's hand and placed it wide open right onto her left breast.

She held her breath and observed as Anna's mouth reached for the floor.

Anna did not move for what felt like forever. It was beginning to get awkward, more so if that were possible. So Elsa decided to help Anna along with her first time touching a boob. She held onto the freckled hand and squeezed, clamping on her own throat to keep the sounds at bay; let's not forget that this was the first time her breasts were being touched as well, and Elsa could barely contain the reactions her body was going through at Anna's guided administrations.

Anna seemed to understand that she was being given blatant permission to explore to her hearts content, and wasted no time in recovering her mouth from the floor and lifting her other hand to palm neglected breast.

It was like watching a child at a toy store. Anna gazed in wonder at the soft mounds of flesh, like she had never seen or touched anything better. She kneaded and pulled with a grin on her lips.

Elsa could control many things. Her expressions and sounds, maybe even the tremble of her body, but she could not control the thumping in her chest or how laborious her breath was becoming. She held onto the light blue sheets around her while her sister continued to play. She wondered for how long she should allow this. Not that she was in any kind of anguish, unless you considered pleasure a type of anguish. However, she had to make sure this did not escalate further. Because again, Anna was only fourteen. It has to stay simple, innocent even, for now.

The blond stared at Anna's delighted face, thinking that she could allow a few more minutes of this…experiment. A bit more time for Anna to enjoy herself, to be sure that this was something she wanted (although the redhead's expression could not lie). But then Anna flicked over two sensible points at the peak of her breasts that Elsa had not even noticed had come into attention. Elsa gasped while Anna flicked them once, and twice, finding them oh so very entertaining. On the third intent of a flick, Elsa grabbed onto Anna's hands and hurriedly pulled them off her chest.

She stared at her sister while she recovered her breath. Meanwhile, Anna stared at her own hands. She hovered them before her face and stared at them as if they were filled with something precious.

And then, she giggled.

Elsa watched, somewhat startled at the redhead's behavior. Anna just continued to giggle cheerily like the most amazing thing had just occurred to her. She then stood from the bed, took a moment to look away from her still floating hands to glance at Elsa and kiss her sweetly on the cheek, and proceeded to walk out of the room giggling like a maniac all the way down the hall towards who-knew-where.

All the while Elsa sat staring at thin air until she could only faintly hear her sister's tittering. Slowly, a smile took over her face as well. She had just gotten her breasts fondled for the first time ever! By her sister! Her lovely (and currently very amusing) sister!

Well! If reaching first base was not a very nice early Christmas present, she did not know what was!

She continued to smile from ear to ear up until the moment she tried to move from the bed. The grin fell off her face, replaced by a very troublesome frown.

She felt…moist. In a very particular place. Moving made it worst, the sensation reverberating up into her abdomen. She looked over at her bedroom door hopelessly.

Crap. What was she supposed to do now?

The End

A/N: What the hell did I just write? Not sure if this ended up being funny, or just plainly ridiculous. I laughed as I wrote it though! Placing the story in winter and near Christmas was necessary because, well, it's Christmas! And if you are wondering how they went to the beach on winter, then remember this is an AU and I guess they live in Florida or Miami, or someplace where water doesn't freeze.

Anyway, if you wish, leave a review!