What's this? A smutty ficlet/semi deleted scene from Becoming Free? Oh my.

Freya and Elsa, you get some more detail as to what their first time was like. Please rate and review and I hope this isn't too lemony. Most smut I write is more bondage kink (I just love writing about tying up and strapping down and mmm...) than actualy discriptive of doing-the-do as it were.

The first little bit is a slight perspective twist on Chapter 16 of Becoming Free. While this is not exactly vital reading for my earlier story and this fic can be read for the content over the plot (*wink*) if you have read Becoming Free you'll know who this Freya is and why she gets to get with Elsa.

Every night the Queen and the farrier would steal away to skate upon their personal rink in the stable yard. Races, games, showing off and dancing together. Stealing kisses and embraces before real life snuck back in and parted them for a while. Tonight was no different to any other as they danced.

Freya was holding Elsa so close; she could feel the chill of her skin and smell the peculiar scent of chocolate, fancy soap and the smell after rain that clung to Elsa. Not satisfied with the close proximity, wanting to become closer still, Freya started a spin and Elsa grabbed tighter around her. Daringly she rested helping hand from behind at the small of her back. "Still with me?" Freya breathed into her partner's ear.

"I can keep up." Elsa said in mock affront. "Whoop!" she shouted when Freya dropped her into a surprise dip. A cover to drop the hand at the small of Elsa's back, Freya slid it further down and rested tentatively over a buttock. Elsa quirked an eyebrow and slid her hand to brush the farrier's belt. "That was a mean trick." She said as she leant into Freya and the dance became a simple synchronized glide across the ice.

"It worked out well for me." Freya grinned, sliding them to a halt and stealing a kiss. Elsa nestled against her muscular frame and the heat within her grew. She moaned into the mouth that she had trapped and traced Elsa's spine with a caress. Her partner lost balance, breaking the kiss. She pushed her hand out to keep upright and grabbed onto the belt again. Freya looked at the slender fingers and surprised herself to be wishing them beyond that boundary of leather and fabric.

Panting, blushing, Elsa looked up into Freya's emerald eyes. She was surprised to see the desire mirrored in blue. "Bedroom. Now." Elsa whispered out, dragging herself up on Freya's shirt. The farrier was surprised that Elsa was being so forward.

Things were obviously not proceeding fast enough for Elsa. With a blast of her magic she shoved them across the ice and into the door to Freya's home.

"Are you sure?" Freya said in a low, rough voice.

"As I have ever been about anything." Elsa finished with a kiss, grasping the door handle and hurrying it open. Over the threshold was somewhere her partner had never been but Freya didn't let them linger. She shed her skates quickly loosing the straps so they would drop. She picked up Elsa and carried her through the simple apartment to the sparsely furnished bedroom, their lips rarely parting from every form of kiss they could land.

Moonlight dimly lit the bedroom; it managed to make the simply furnished space look a little more attractive. Freya was acutely aware that right now in her company, pressed against her and kissing her senseless was an honest to goodness Queen. Their progress through the room was halted when they bumped against the bed and Freya couldn't think how to continue.

Elsa had no such misgivings it seemed, her fingers danced down the farrier's waistcoat and shirt, tugging buttons undone and pulling the garments free. Before Freya could act the pale digits were working on her belt.

"This is hardly fair." Freya managed to utter, whispering into Elsa's ear and taking a nibble of the soft lobe. The response was a yearning moan and both women felt heat bonce through them.

"I can live with it." Elsa said as a caressing pair of hands traced her slight curves. Freya was about to object again but tiny beads of water began to gather on her hands as the Snow Queen let her ice dress melt. A perfectly formed eyebrow quirked in teasing response when green met blue and Freya sped up, kicking her feet free from their boots as she worked to remove the last traces of frosty clothing. Elsa had her trous down quickly and when she stood they both realised that their only garments now were of a much more private nature.

Ice blue eyes roved over the somewhat plain vest and knickerbockers Freya had elected to wear that day, the vest clinging tightly to toned abdomen and generous breasts so often concealed beneath loose shirts and waistcoats. For her part Freya was drinking in the sight of Elsa in only lacy top and briefs. The delicate fabric suited to the graceful, slight woman. 'Even virtually undressed she looks so much grander than me.' The farrier thought.

Under the inspection Elsa drew her arms over modest breasts and midriff. Not quite shrinking back but still concealing. Freya moved at last, taking the arms gently and placing Elsa's arms down to her hips. "Now what-" Elsa started to say but she was moved and suddenly they were on the bed with a kiss delving into her mouth.

Her hands were free though, they plucked at the ties of Freya's vest, brushing the ridges of her spine. Realising her intent, Freya drew back and pulled off the garment and sent the knickerbockers with their partner. Now the taller, broader woman was kneeling above Elsa completely revealed and bathed in moonlight. Elsa swept her eyes up the toned form and felt her chin drop. "Freya… You're a goddess." Elsa breathed.

Anna hadn't been the only one to appreciate art. Her elder sister had often delved into the library, deep into the illustrated tomes of Classical Greek literature. Freya, like this, was comparable to the renaissance depictions of Artemis, Iris or Athena that had given a teenaged Elsa little sparks of confusing lightning in her middle. With a timid hand she reached out to caress the lightly defined abdominal muscles. The sparks in her stomach were certainly explained away by this.

"I think we're forgetting something." Freya teased, leaning down to pluck the thin lace from between her and Elsa's milk-pale skin. It wasn't too much of a struggle for Elsa to remove them while keeping her eyes firmly on Freya. When the toursolette and briefs were dropped to the floor and green eyes were examining her Elsa blushed.

"If I'm a goddess what does that make you?" Freya leaned down closer to whisper into Elsa's ear. The ice blue eyes looked away shyly when a slightly calloused hand traced her modest bust from shoulder to shoulder. Elsa knew her partner was better endowed, different lifestyles had developed different figures after all and she felt herself a let-down in that respect.

"I'm not sure." Elsa mumbled, heated lips kissed hungrily at her neck as a thumb smoothed circles around the soft skin of her breast. Unsure of how to proceed, still only getting the hang of hugging, Elsa put out a tentative hand. Her desire was warring with concern over getting things right but the thumb on her breast pressing down on her sensitive nipple decided it and she finally touched the soft globe of flesh before her.

Slightly unsure still Elsa just enjoyed the feel, she'd certainly experienced the softness of her partners breasts before, pressed against her on the ice as they danced or leaning in to rest in Freya's comforting embrace. Not to mention where their more passionate kisses led. This was the first time unclothed however.

"You know, I'm not really sure of exactly how to go about this either." Freya said with a slight hum of merriment, picking up on her partner's lack of certainty, drawing back to look at Elsa with a spark in her eyes. "Only what some rather interesting dreams have been displaying of late."

Elsa blushed, recalling some of the imaginings that had spurred her demand on the ice. The soft breast in her grip was becoming wonderfully familiar, distracting her from feeling out of her depth at least; she focused on Freya's collar-bone next, now tantalisingly close to her. She lifted her head and kissed the defined line in the strong shoulders, tracing it with her tongue. "I have a few ideas too." She teased as Freya groaned and massaged the soft skin of her partner.

Losing her balance the farrier dropped down, it would have been awkward had Elsa not suddenly found a breast pressed into her face and decided to take a taste. "Elsaa…" Freya groaned. Her hands slid down the lithe form beneath her and squeezed at the smooth hips they reached. Cool fingertips traced along her skin and upon reaching her hips guided Freya to move downwards; they were soon face to face, still pressed skin to skin. Heat bloomed between them.

"I love you." Elsa whispered, pressing her forehead to Freya's and kissing her. The calloused fingertips on one of her thighs moved once more across her skin and dipped between her legs, smoothing her thigh, Elsa gasped at the contact and Freya paused.

"Els?" Freya questioned, for permission or checking Elsa couldn't say or care.

"Don't stop." She backed up the request by running her thumb from Freya's collar-bone to her navel, resting the digit in the dimpled spot and splaying her hand, fingertips brushing low.

Two fingers slipped along, tracing the line of heat that was fast becoming Elsa's focus besides Freya. "I was worried about a frosty reception then." Freya teased with her words and her fingers; Elsa was fast deciding it was fine as she writhed at the contact and bit her lip to stifle a moan. It wasn't like she would be able to form a coherent protest.

As in their games on the ice though, the Snow Queen wasn't to be outdone, she slid her hand from the toned stomach, down to the line of wet heat she felt pressing against her. Matching Freya move for move, where Freya she touched upon Freya, kiss for kiss, caress for caress. Freya arched up as one seeking finger hit a bump of different texture hidden where a delicate touch sought, when Freya reciprocated Elsa saw stars a moment. "Gods, Els..."

"Thinking the same of you." Elsa breathed, capturing another kiss and curling her fingers inwards. Freya slipped slightly and moved to reposition herself, her leg brushed against Elsa, the contact made her gasp and lift her own leg, the pale thigh coming into contact with Freya.

"Got an idea..." Freya mumbled, running herself up Elsa's leg until her thigh rubbed against the prone woman. Elsa saw sparks and gasped out.

"Good idea." Elsa sighed pushed her thigh upwards and got a pleasing sound from Freya. The competition had turned to dance, like the many nights they had spent upon the ice. Their gasps and moans mingled together.

Lips captured hers in another long and lingering kiss and Elsa moaned deeply, the warmth in her belly growing and coiling itself tighter and tighter. She reached a hand up and grabbed at a strong shoulder, to hold Freya closer. "Okay?" Freya whispered out, not stopping her ministrations to her partner. Elsa snaked a hand down to smooth the toned abdomen pressing against her slim middle.

"It is all so warm... I never thought I would feel warm like this." Elsa arched herself against Freya. Euphoria was pushing at the edges of her mind and she looked up to see Freya's eyes unfocused.

"Elsa..." She breathed making one final movement and verbal coherence between them was lost amongst the waves of warmth and bliss.

"Yes..." Elsa hissed out and squeezed the shoulder in her grasp; the hot coil within her had unwound and was flooding her every inch with pleasurable elation. Damp black curls tickled her chin and a blossom of pain at her neck indicated a bite had been more forceful. The sting mixed well with the pleasure.

For her part Freya felt as if flying, lying atop her lover as the climactic heat echoed from her toes to the roots of her hair. Elsa squeezed her shoulder with a hard pinch and Freya couldn't hold onto the lascivious groan at how good it felt.

They both came from their highs in little pants and gasps and plucks at the now sweaty skin of their partner. "Didn't know you could do that." Freya mumbled into Elsa's collarbone, taking a swipe with her tongue to pick up a taste of sweat instead of the usual cold sensation of her skin.

"What?" Elsa was drinking in the scent of her partner, subtly different now after this activity.

"Sweat." Freya grinned, Elsa could feel the smile against her skin.

"Queen's do not sweat, they glow." Elsa said, dropping her arms around Freya, now feeling tired despite the buzz of euphoria about them.

"Okay. Glowing. Gorgeous." Freya slumped, half onto the mattress and half straddling Elsa, her energy was fleeing. "So we did that then."

"Yes." Elsa said, awe in her voice as she realised just what had transpired, an activity she had never even entertained in her thoughts while growing up. Too much risk with her powers, her powers that had been utterly silent thus far. "Love thaws?" She giggled drowsily.

"Mmm, making love must really thaw then." Freya kissed a pale cheek that was so much closer than it had ever been before. Elsa mumbled something before her breathing turned to her rhythm of slumber. Freya pulled the blanket over them and gently hugged Elsa closer, to sleep with her in her arms. She couldn't really work up any care to propriety or being found out, that was a problem for tomorrow.

She took one last look at the pale, peaceful face of her partner before settling down to sleep.

I sometimes threaten, when work is stressful, that I will pack it all in and write erotic fiction.

Should I give up the day job or stick too it eh?