"Do I really have to wear these?"

Anna laughed, tapping a finger against her chin before kneeling down beside the slumped over blond. She lifted his leg up, examining the shoes that were obviously far too tight on his feet. "They don't fit!" Sitting back on her heels, the redhead waved over one of the employees. Kristoff sighed with relief as he pulled the shoes off of his aching feet.

"I mostly wear the same work boots every day for a reason, Anna."

"Are you bragging about your foot size again?" she joked, before standing up smiling at the younger boy working at the store and asking for them in a few bigger sizes. With a roll of his eyes, the teenager walked to the back, muttering something about elephant feet under his breath.

Kristoff sighed as Anna plopped back down on the seat beside him. "Can't I just wear my boots? They're comfortable. They fit. I hate shoe shopping." He gestured down to his sock-covered feet, tapping them both twice against the floor. "Things don't fit me."

The redhead frowned up at her boyfriend, nudging his side. "Come on. You can't wear your worn, brown boots with that suit... I asked him to get a bigger size..." Anna rested her head against the blond's shoulder. "You'll be fine."

Blue eyes caught sight of the employee who had been helping them, and she immediately stood up to acknowledge him – until she noticed that he was empty handed. "Sorry," he mumbled, scratching at the back of his head. "We don't carry any bigger of that shoe here..." Anna heard Kristoff sigh and move to slip his boots back onto his feet. "But there's a big and tall store in this mall that..." he paused, gulping as he felt the blond's angry gaze on the side of his face. "... That generally carries bigger shoes, too."

With a small squeal of joy, Anna clasped her hands on the employees shoulders. "Thank you!" She flashed him a bright smile before saying goodbye and sitting back down next to Kristoff. "See? No problem!"

A groan rumbled from his throat as he leaned over to lace his boots back up. "I don't want to try on any more shoes, Anna. Can't we just go home?" He looked up at her with pleading eyes, insecurities flickering in his brown irises. They always joked about his foot size... but it did get frustrating sometimes. He had managed to find a pair of shoes that fit him well. He didn't need any more!

"No!" she protested, tugging on his shoulder. "Come on, the party is tomorrow night. We've put this off long enough." Anna stood, pulled on his arm to lift him off the bench. "We're going to the store."

They must have been a sight to see, he knew, as the tall burly blond was dragged by the tiny little redhead, whimpering and whining with every step "But Aaaannaaaaa, I don't waaaaant tooooo."

Finally, his complaining was enough for Anna. "Okay!" she shouted, letting go of his arm and turning on her heel, whipping around to face Kristoff behind her. "Fine. No shoes." The mans' eyebrows knit together, looking down at her with worry.

"... Anna, I was just –"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

The redhead sighed, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I know it frustrates you sometimes –"

"More like all the time," he grumbled, placing one hand on the back of her neck to hold her closer.

"– But I like your big feet." Kristoff couldn't help but laugh. The freckled girl smirked against his chest, pulling one hand forward to rest on his stomach. "They certainly don't... lie about anything..." Her dainty fingers crept lower, curling in the waistband of his pants. Her smile grew as she let her palm slide over the rough fabric of his jeans, brushing against his half hard cock.

"A-Anna," he gasped, eyes darting around the relatively empty mall. "Public..."

She bit at her lip, shifted her body to cover what she was doing, and pressed her hand harder against him. "Let's go somewhere."

Kristoff couldn't mask the lustful grunt that vibrated in his chest as he pushed her slightly off of him. He was frustrated. She was offering. What better way to relieve some stress...? He looked around, eyes landing on the small alleyway that led back to a few restrooms. He grabbed her hand, dragged her forward, and listened to her silly giggling.

Damn it, Anna.

They barely made it to the bathroom (and Kristoff hardly managed to check if it was empty) before the two young adults stumbled into a stall, the petite girl quickly working at both of their belt buckles. The blond slanted his lips over Anna's, swallowing her tiny titters. "Quiet," he murmured against her mouth, reaching down to assist her with pulling himself out of his pants.

The ginger's breath was heavy against his cheek as she turned her head, nodded, and started to shimmy her pants just far enough down her thighs. Kristoff ran his large hand once down, and back up the length of himself, before leaning forward to latch his teeth onto the soft flesh of her throat. A tiny whimper, little fingernails digging into his shoulders, and the blond didn't think he could hold himself back anymore.

Gentle kisses led his lips back to Anna's, his free hand reaching down and forward to brush gently at her heat. He could feel her whine beneath his mouth, could feel her trying to press her hips down onto his hand. With a devilish smirk, he pressed thick fingers up between her folds, flat, stroking, pulling her slick juices forward to coat all of her. "Anna..." he mumbled, his tongue rolling sweetly over her name before tapping gently at her lips.

With hesitation, he removed both of his hands, and latched them tightly onto her hips before spinning her, pressing her back to his chest, and slowly leaning her forward. Anna let out a low moan as one his large hands stroked the length of her back, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"Please..." she whispered, glancing up over her shoulder, gnawing on her lip.

Oh, he couldn't take it.

Sliding his hand over the curve of her bottom, he felt his chest flush as his fingers met again with her heat. He treasured the feeling of her velvet smooth skin beneath his calloused fingertips, and couldn't resist curling them up in between her folds. Anna's sweet sighs of contentment were almost too much for him, as he starting pumping as firmly and fervently as he could.

"Kris-"

Before she could finish, his chest was flush against her back, his other hand clasping over her mouth. "Quiet."

With a nod from the redhead, Kristoff slowly removed his fingers, wrapped them around his cock, and guided himself to press gently against her entrance. It was a tight fit, with her thighs pressing together in her tight jeans – but he was determined.

A low grunt and a small thrust, and the blond felt his head slip through the threshold of her sex. He inched in slowly, achingly slowly, and Anna keened against him, pressing her hips back into his pelvis. Kristoff could feel her trying to speak against his hand, and he smirked. He knew what she wanted.

So he would give it to her.

Pulling out and thrusting back in with a groan, he felt her sigh with relief. She was giving him every opportunity to work out his own frustrations, and he was going to take advantage of it. Keeping his voice low, Kristoff whispered into her ear. "Let me know if it's too much, Anna..." He tightened his grip on her mouth as she nodded, and slid his other hand down over her hip, holding fast to her freckled skin. "I love you," he mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of her spine.

And he started again, finding a rough but steady rhythm. The hard rolling of his hips and his whole body pressed against her forced Anna to brace herself against the wall, fingers curling against the cold tile of the stall. She listened intently to his heavy, shallow breaths, her own matching his in raggedness.

Thick digits sunk down in between her thighs, circling over her sensitive bundle of nerves. The redhead gasped and drove herself with vigor against his fingers. Kristoff pressed his lips flush against the back of her neck, and pushed harder – deeper – rocked faster, stroked with more determination and –

The feeling of his sweet Anna unraveling around him, taking deep gasps of air from behind his hand was enough to send him over the edge. Kristoff gave one more deep thrust, coming deep within her, groaning and sighing against the pale skin of her back. "A-Anna..."

They stayed quiet for a moment, his large hand sliding off of her mouth, finally allowing her for to take in desperately needed breaths. "F-feel better?" Anna managed, slowly tilting forward, easing the blond out of her.

With a groan of loss, Kristoff quickly pulled himself back, grabbed a handful of tissue to wipe up, and tucked himself back into his jeans. The red tint on his cheeks was only growing, his eyes avoiding the blue ones looking back at him. "Y-yeah..."

He averted his eyes as Anna tidied herself up, only to look again when her thin arms wound around his waist. "See?" she giggled, standing on her toes to kiss the underside of his jaw. "Big feet? Good thing."

Kristoff couldn't help but laugh.