Random-Gaurdian - I could do with new prompts but reserve the right not to write them.

I'm meant to be working on other things but this was still dancing in my brain like FINISH ME FINISH ME.

So here we go.

-EA-

"So, done editing yet?"

"Why, want to see it?"

Anna smirked, taking a mouthful of her drink and letting Elsa's question hang in the air before she answered.

"Well, we could watch it together."

Truthfully, she'd been surprised Elsa called her. At least, that Elsa called her for something other than business, as Anna worried she'd come on too strong and Elsa hadn't taken it seriously. Hitting on a woman who was about to watch her have sex with a man wasn't easy, after all, especially without turning in to the same sort of creeps who got themselves jobs in the industry only to get kicked out right after for said creepy behaviour.

But, there they were. It wasn't really a 'date', she guessed, as they were sat in a mostly-empty cafe after having wandered through Anna's favourite museum. Or maybe it was. Anna didn't date much. It was a lot of hassle with her job, and nobody ever really saw past it, and those that did... well, they rarely ended well anyway.

Elsa, on the other hand, Anna hoped wouldn't be put off by her choice in profession. And was currently actually blushing a little bit at Anna saying they could watch the film they'd made together.

"Is that really your idea of a fun afternoon?"

Anna grinned, leaning in and dropping her voice.

"The fun part is making enough noise to drown it out."

Elsa choked on her drink. Anna waited to make sure she was going to start breathing again. The two people behind the counter looked over, but Anna gave them a thumbs up when Elsa began to level out. Those gorgeous big blue eyes fixed Anna in a shrewd glare, but her mouth was twitching up into a smile.

"Wow, you're subtle."

"I could try to be, if that would help. But, well, I think we already bypassed subtlety."

Actually smiling a bit as she lifted her cup to her lips, Elsa answered quietly.

"Maybe you did. I just filmed it."

Well, they seemed to be getting somewhere now Elsa was relaxing a bit, She could do with loosening up. Anna would be happy to help...

"Are you telling me you didn't have fun with the photos?"

"You were... a very agreeable model."

Damn, Anna wanted to kiss this woman so badly, just to skip the awkward bit at the start, but Elsa was visibly reticent (although Anna was pretty sure she was interested) and so Anna was doing her best not to scare the poor woman off.

"I better get going, I have work later."

"Ah, yes, my part of the jobs over a lot quicker than yours. Can I see you again?"

Elsa seemed to think about it for a minute, before smiling and nodding.

"I'd like that."

"Awesome. I'll call you. Or text if you're busy I guess."

Anna stood up, not planning on staying without Elsa. To her great surprise, Elsa kissed her. It was brief and sweet and left her beaming like a dork as Elsa murmured "bye" before she took off. Anna stood just grinning for a minute, then realised everyone else in there was looking at her weirdly. Clearing her throat, Anna grabbed her stuff, took the empties back to the counter and left, still with a smile glued to her face.

She was off that night anyway, so Anna went to the gym (not her favourite hobby, but it meant she could eat chocolate and stay in shape for work) before going home to wrap up in her pyjamas, call her mom and regret it when her mom tried to lecture her on her job again, eating ice cream while she waited for a chance to get a word in edgeways.

"Anyway, mother! I called you for a reason."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I wanted to gush to you about my date-not-date today."

"Oh. Then by all means, continue."

Anna had lamented to her mom about struggles with dating before, but Elsa was... different.

"Is it really wise to have a relationship with somebody in your... line of business?"

"Yanno, if it were some fifty year old bloke who had never had a long term relationship and only ever hired women barely out of puberty, I'd agree. But a female director my own age who is trying to do right by women in the industry? Hell freaking yes. Besides, she's hot."

Anna could practically hear her mother rolling her eyes and shoved another scoop of chocolate brownie ice cream in her face, waiting for the inevitable lecture on staying safe yada yada yada. Of course she was going to stay safe.

"When are you seeing her again?"

"I dunno yet, I've been trying to play it cool and not text her again right away. I'd call, but she's at work and I don't wanna interrupt her filming a gang bang or something cus I was in need of attention."

She giggled to herself at the sound of her mother choking on air, thinking that frankly she should be used to her daughter by now. They hung up a little later and Anna finished her ice cream, then accepted she was needy and texted Elsa anyway, with an end-note saying it was ok if she was too busy to answer while working. At least Anna couldn't be accused of appearing uninterested.

Elsa didn't answer her for a couple of hours, by which time Anna had entered deep into a Netflix binge watch. But she still smiled seeing a reply, one of Elsa lamenting a long day of admin and set dressing for film making the following day.

"I hate people being late."

"I said I was sorry!"

"Not you. Well, I'd be upset if you were late again, but I have forgiven you for before."

"Most gracious."

She could picture Elsa tsking and rolling her eyes with that half-smile on her lips, and it made her stomach flutter pleasantly. Oh wow, she definitely had a major crush brewing on Elsa.

"I am always gracious. Unless I run out of coffee or someone hasn't done their STD check in advance."

As they texted back and forth, Anna realised just how comfortable things could be with Elsa if they did go somewhere... that was the sort of joke someone made confident in not being judged for it by their conversational partner.

Shaking her head, Anna reminded herself not to leap too far ahead and sighed happily all the same as she and Elsa bantered back and forth for much of the evening, until Elsa begged off to go to bed.

Yep, she definitely had a crush. Or, as her mother would say, Anna was utterly smitten.

"Marshmallow, get down from there."

"Mew."

Elsa tutted at the oversized ball of white fur and annoyance, shooing her cat off the side where he'd been trying to investigate what she was cooking for dinner. Stirring the pot one handed so she could text Anna with the other had her distracted, and he'd gotten closer than she usually let him. He yowled at being caught and foiled, and Elsa threw him a treat before she went back to smiling at her phone.

What was she, a teenager? Giggling at texts from someone she may or may not actually be dating yet did not sound especially dignified, but then Elsa didn't care much about that in the comfort of her own kitchen while heating far too much pasta to eat until she was stuffed. However, it did sound quite far removed from somebody who wrote scripts and took videos of graphic sexual content with a straight face and a rather bored, clinical mood.

Except when she'd filmed Anna, that was.

They'd gone on two dates over the last week and a half - conflicting work schedules kept them busy after the not-quite-a-date in the cafe. If they counted that, then it was three dates. Elsa had kissed her after that, which seemed to surprise them both, since Anna was clearly the more forward of the two of them. She'd been the one to lean in for the kiss after the second date, and that had Anna feeling emboldened enough to really kiss her after the third, arms around the neck and a cheeky tongue in her mouth until someone wolf-whistling pulled them apart, and Elsa had gone home flushed, flustered and far too happy.

It was incredibly relaxing to not have to worry about the inevitable moment of "so what do you do for a living?" followed by awkward silence and muttered excuses. Though Elsa was still a little wary of dating in general after years of trouble, but Anna had a knack for putting her at ease and making her smile.

"So, doing anything interesting tonight?"

"Arguing with my cat and putting myself into a carb coma."

"A noble endeavour and I support you."

Elsa laughed at the message, putting her phone aside to drain the pasta before heating up her sauce, shooing Marshmallow away again when he went to try and steal said pasta. Settled on the sofa with her huge pile of deliciousness, Elsa found herself giggling at Anna's crass jokes about her next job, her humour infectious.

"What do your parents think of your job? My mom keeps trying to convince me I need a new career."

"Well, I don't know my father well, but that's fine. My mom thinks it's good I bring a female perspective to the industry, and since I make good money she's happy if I'm happy."

"Luuuuucky. I hear at least once a month 'you can't do this forever' like thanks mom, I'm 27 not 67 and still hot stuff thank you very much."

Well, Anna wasn't wrong there. She was beautiful, and funny and smart and witty, and Elsa was dangerously close to falling a little too hard for the freckled redhead already. Though she was doing her best to remain rational and clear-headed about it; she didn't want to scare Anna off with coming across desperate. And they hadn't even had sex yet.

Not that Elsa didn't want to. Fuck, she'd been thinking about it ever since Anna posed for those photos... but there was hesitation for two reasons. One being that despite her forwardness, Anna hadn't really tried to initiate anything other than that kiss. And the other being that Elsa was wary of giving Anna the impression she thought the girl would be 'easy' based on her job.

"I guess it depends if you plan to change niche, 30 is the average age to get out of the business or you then have to think about moving on to the milf category."

"I have the face of an angel, nobody would believe I have a child!"

Snorting at Anna's vehement response, Elsa started getting on with ploughing through her rapidly-cooling pasta. She ate it a little too fast and her stomach protested, but she was full and satisfied at last and remembered to close the kitchen door so Marshmallow couldn't go cause trouble again. He was not impressed, flicked his tail up and stalked off to curl up somewhere in retaliation.

"I have no jobs lined up at all next week, are you available at any point for me to enjoy your company m'lady?"

Letting out a short chuckle, Elsa tapped back a query.

"Why have you come over all posh?"

"I'm watching Downton Abbey."

"Ah, that explains it. I have two shoots next week, but I should be free one or two days. What are we doing?"

"If m'lady is agreeable, I would like to cordially invite you to my place so I can make you dinner."

"You cook?"

"I do! I like food a lot."

The thought of more food made Elsa's stomach twinge, but Anna was offering her food for next week, so she'd probably have digested even the huge pasta dish by then.

"I am agreeable to your cordial invitation."

"Yay! Are you allergic to anything?"

Elsa replied in the negative, and then spent the rest of the evening trying to stop Marshmallow from kneading her overly full belly with his big paws and grinning a little goofily to herself over having another date with Anna.

The week seemed to hurtle on by, and suddenly Elsa found herself fussing over what to wear, trying to fix her hair to look less boring. Anna had said she liked the very pale silver-white shade of it, but Elsa was self-conscious of it at times. People always asked if she dyed it, but it was just an unusual colour naturally. Marshmallow grumbled at not being allowed to dust her clothes in cat fur before she left, only marginally forgiving her when Elsa gave him his favourite wet food.

"Mommy has a date now, behave yourself and maybe I'll bring you a new friend."

She'd already checked Anna was not allergic to or a hater of cats, as Marshmallow was part of the package if she wanted to date Elsa. Anna had confirmed she was a fan of animals, just on the road too much to care for one. Elsa was never away overnight if she could help it.

After a few more careful scratches, Elsa escaped and brushed a few bits of fluff off her clothes before leaving, checked her route on her phone and went to get in her car. Anna didn't live too far away, and when Elsa pulled up Anna was outside, sat in her garden looking absolutely adorable in an open plaid shirt over a black t-shirt, with cutesy shorts that showed off several inches of pale thighs, the lack of freckles saying that skin didn't see the sun much.

"Hey! Wow, you look amazing."

Elsa did her best not to duck her head and come over ridiculously shy as Anna looked her over quite shamelessly.

"Thank you. You look lovely yourself."

"Really? I was going to casual, but I'll take it. Come on in, dinner will be done soon."

Hanging up her jacket and taking off her shoes, Elsa followed Anna through to a small but pleasant kitchen, the delicious smell of food in the air and a little plate covered in single chocolates on the side. Anna picked one from the plate, popped it in her mouth and (with her mouth still full) declared

"I loooooove chocolate."

At least, that was what Elsa figured she was saying. She couldn't keep from smiling; Anna was clearly at ease and not faking to impress if she could talk with her mouth full like that, practically skipping around her kitchen before swallowing and looking at Elsa.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, water would be great."

"You sure? I have wine and beer and chocolate milk... don't judge me."

Giggling, Elsa shook her head.

"I'm not, but water is fine."

"Suit yourself."

Anna kissed her when she came to deliver the water, mouth sweet and rich with chocolate as she placed the glass on the side. Which was lucky, as Elsa probably would have dropped it, distracted by the way her heart quickened with the lingering kiss.

When Anna bent to check whatever was in the oven, Elsa caught sight of her shirt riding up, exposing the bottom of her tattoo. Anna caught her looking, and playfully shook her backside a bit before straightening up, that damned playful grin on her face again.

"See something you like?"

"Well, I like you, so yes."

Her face scrunched up cutely, nose twitching as she smiled even wider.

"Aww, you're sweet."

"I try."

Soon enough they had plates of food dished up in front of them, perched either side of Anna's breakfast bar so they could eat and talk. Conversation stayed light and easy as ever, Anna making her laugh and being a little overdramatic with her anecdotes, but as cleared plates were pushed aside, Anna seemed to become suddenly serious.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure?"

Anna shifted in her seat, chewed on her lip nervously.

"Does my job put you off?"

Elsa blinked a few times, baffled.

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Yes. Because you just film it, I do it. It's different."

"Where is this coming from?"

Anna shrugged.

"I dunno. Just too used to three dates being as much as I ever get, and then it's a sudden 'oh no actually I can't do this' thing."

Rubbing the bridge of her nose as she thought, Elsa sighed.

"Hey, you make it further than me. I never get past the first date. Your job doesn't bother me, at all. I'm just new to dating within the industry and I wasn't sure how to not seem as though I think you're... easy or something."

Anna raised an eyebrow, kicked her foot against the leg of her stool.

"Is that all?"

"For me, pretty much."

All smiles again, Anna literally leapt from her seat and circled the obstacle between them, stretching up to pull Elsa down into a kiss.

"I'm happy to be easy for you."

Elsa had no complaints at first, but when she felt hands start to wander she did have to still them. Anna pulled away, suspicious and clearly thinking Elsa had just been lying.

"Maybe let dinner go down first?"

She brightened up immediately, nodding.

"Oh, right! I made dessert. Chocolate cake? Or chocolate pudding? I do have some cookie dough ice cream if you don't like chocolate. I like chocolate."

"Really? I'd never have guessed. I'm fine with whatever you want to have, but I don't want a lot."

Anna served up a (fairly modest but still rather hearty) bowl of chocolate pudding to Elsa, though her own portion was even bigger and she tucked in with relish. Feeling a tad childish at first, Elsa soon changed her mind when the rich, silky dessert all but melted in her mouth and slid down her throat so smoothly... and judging by the look on Anna's face, Elsa had made some kind of signal she was enjoying it.

"Good?"

"Very!"

Smiling toothily, Anna nodded happily before she went back to barely restrained devouring of her own bowlful. Despite knowing she'd not have been able to stomach more, Elsa was genuinely disappointed when the bowl ran empty, very aware of Anna's eyes on her when she ran her finger along the rim of the bowl before sucking it into her mouth.

"Did my trick work?"

"Trick?"

"Yeah. Now you've tasted my pudding, you'll have to come back!"

"I... am not going to point out how dodgy that sounds. I need to sit down properly, I'm stuffed."

Affecting a playful demeanour, Anna twirled a few strands of hair round her finger before leaning in..

"Netflix and chill?"

"Are you really pulling out the cheesy porn lines on me?"

"Hey, you write them! Come on, I'm sure there's something we can both enjoy."

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before tugging Elsa along, placing her on the sofa before practically bouncing off (how was she not so full she was scared to hurl doing that?) and returning with their drink glasses, Elsa's refilled with fresh water.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. So, Netflix?"

Elsa didn't particularly care what was on the TV; she was watching Anna. Her face lit up when she laughed, and she was forever fidgeting to get comfortable, energetic even at rest until she laid her head on Elsa's leg, grabbed her hand and placed it upon said head, humming happily when Elsa took the invite to stroke her hair. It was so soft Elsa almost asked what conditioner she was using, but that might have stopped Anna making those adorable little noises, so she just continued petting her instead. The only acceptable interruption was when Anna giggled at whatever was going on on the screen.

"Are you even watching this?"

"Nope."

Anna rolled over on to her back, looking up at Elsa with one eyebrow quirked, as though working her out before her usual broad smile spread over her face.

"Is your stomach a little more settled? I wanna sit on your lap."

Her shameless lack of subtlety was definitely something Elsa liked about her. Taking a deep breath and not immediately feeling like she'd explode, Elsa nodded.

"I'm not getting on a bouncy castle any time soon, but yes."

Anna wasted zero tiime in getting up and perching herself astride Elsa's lap, closing the distance quite quickly and kissing her soundly. She still tasted of that rich, heady dessert, which only served to make her mouth even more addictive to Elsa. She made sweet, sinful little noises into the kiss that Elsa felt sure she could draw out of Anna for hours and never get bored. And Elsa wholly intended to test that theory. Anna, on the other hand, seemed quite keen on returning the favour, lips leaving Elsa's to move down and pepper kisses over her neck, smirking against her skin when Elsa let out some not-very-ladylike sounds.

"Sensitive?"

"Uhhh, kinda."

She let out an evil little giggle, and then Elsa felt her lips seal on a particularly sensitive spot and suck, leaving her gasping and squirming under Anna, who refused to let up until she was satisfied she'd left a mark. At least, Elsa could only assume it had, neck throbbing. Anna nipped with her teeth just below and Elsa jumped, almost dislodging the woman on her lap.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Nuh-uh. Just... really sensitive."

Smirk growing, Anna kissed her again before pulling away, which Elsa almost protested the unfairness of.

"Would m'lady allow me to take her to bed?"

"Lead the way."

Anna hopped up, grabbing Elsa's hand and tugging her along toward the stairs. She stopped there but kept pulling, so Elsa all but fell right in to her so they could kiss again before she practically bounded up the stairs with her in tow.

Her bedroom was very her, sunflowers on the wallpaper and the bright blue walls with green themes in the furniture, all sunshine and vibrance much like the energetic woman before her. Anna slipped her shirt off, then looked Elsa up and down rather shamelessly.

"So... I have a question."

"Uh, ok?"

Elsa wasn't sure what she had suddenly needed to ask now, but waited all the same.

"Do you normally take the photos for a shoot, or was that a special effort for me?"

Averting her eyes, Elsa cleared her throat.

"Yes. I do sometimes, but I did want to..."

"Stand only a few inches away while I took all my clothes off? Hey, I wasn't complaining. You really brightened up my work day."

"I could say the same. It takes a special sort to hit on someone who is about to film you having sex with someone else."

Anna winked.

"Well, I am a special sort."

"I can't argue with that."

Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, Anna lifted it up and Elsa felt a strong pulse of want low in her belly when she saw what was beneath.

"Is that..."

"Yeah, it's the same bra. Well, not the same one, but the same style. I noticed how much you liked it."

Down to bra and those tiny shorts, Anna beckoned Elsa over and she went very happily. Anna's skin was smooth and warm under her hands, and just as Elsa had predicted before, Anna's waist was perfectly sized to fit her hands there, her fingers dancing across the curve there and Anna mewling sweetly against her mouth.

"Sensitive?"

"Mhmm. Use your nails a bit and I'll just drop, so actually don't do that until we're on the bed."

It was tough to resist, but Elsa didn't want to hurt her and so reluctantly removed her hands. Anna tugged at her jumper, eyes widening when she saw what Elsa had not yet mentioned.

"Hey, you've been holding out on me. That's gorgeous!"

"I never said I didn't have tattoos."

Anna ran her fingers over the surface of the ink on Elsa's skin, silvery white patterns of snowflakes winding from her stomach around to her back in a flurry that barely stood out against her incredibly pale skin. Anna was pale, freckled rather than gaining any sort of tan but she still wasn't quite as pale as Elsa. She rather liked the contrast of Anna's hands on her skin though, and was amused Anna had gotten her topless only to get her eyes stuck several inches south of what Elsa thought of as the more interesting area.

"Are there more?"

"You'll have to find out."

There were more, the snowflakes dusted along the side of her thigh, but with her jeans on Anna couldn't have known. The prospect of undressing Elsa further seemed a quite welcome one, and Anna effectively tackled her to the bed seconds later. She bit playfully at Elsa's neck to make her squirm, Elsa retaliating by dragging her nails down over Anna's waist and she just melted against Elsa, moaning against her ear.

"Damn, I forgot I told you about that."

Her voice was breathy, a little laboured already and a lovely flush creeping down from her cheeks to her neck.

"I promise never to use my powers for evil."

"Well, that's no fun at all."

Anna went for her jeans next, popping the button and zipper without looking, peeling the fabric down her legs and finding the rest of Elsa's snowflake tattoo there. Her fingers traced each individual shape - no two snowflakes were alike, after all - before she even finished taking off Elsa's jeans properly.

"These are gorgeous. Did they hurt?"

"The ones on my side did, the rest weren't too bad."

Elsa did her best not to giggle at how easily sidetracked Anna could be, her attention soon turning back to taking off Elsa's clothes before she wriggled out of those little shorts and crawled on top of her, all warm freckled skin under her hands, pressed against her body. Elsa slid her hand down Anna's back before rolling them so she was on top, repeating the motion of her nails down Anna's side and adoring the way she responded.

The last bits of fabric on their bodies didn't last long either, leaving the two naked and playfully fighting for who could get on top, pushing newly learned advantages until Anna cheated by clamping her lips around Elsa's nipple, finding her just as sensitive to slightly rougher contact there as mere hints of teeth and suction had her keening, wet against where Anna's thigh rested between hers.

"You make really pretty noises."

Anna's voice was seductive, silky when she spoke softly into Elsa's ear before she kissed her again, leaving Elsa a little dizzy with the breathless heat of it all. Her skin was so hot to the touch, mouth warm and inviting to Elsa's tongue and when she pushed again, Anna went willingly on to her back so Elsa could take her turn exploring her partner a little. Elsa knew she'd take more time in the future to map every one of Anna's adorable freckles, because she doubted the aroused woman beneath her was going to be that patient tonight.

Hands ran up and down her back as Elsa nuzzled Anna's neck, smiling when she squirmed and made those lovely little mewling sounds, wriggling impatiently before grabbing Elsa's hand and placing it pointedly on her breast. Elsa took the hint and toyed with her as they kissed, arousal surging every time Anna moaned against her mouth and arched up into her hand. She seemed to prefer a gentler touch than Elsa did, panting from just the feel of a thumb rubbing the tip of her nipple and jerking with a loud cry when Elsa's lips found her breast, tongue circling and flicking over the swollen peak.

When her fingers slid down past Anna's slender hips, Elsa traced them along the pale skin of her inner thigh and loved the way Anna quivered all over, spreading her legs and moaning needily. Not quite done teasing her yet, Elsa followed the path of her fingers with her lips, kissing down over Anna's hips and stomach before skipping down to kiss her inner thigh. The scent of her only made Elsa hungrier for her, barely able to stop herself just yet but making Anna so desperate was addictive.

Finally she could wait no longer, tongue slipping out to taste Anna properly and the other woman almost spasmed, reaching down to grip Elsa's hair. It sort of hurt, and Elsa loved it. A distant part of her mind noted that the sounds Anna made for the camera were nothing like the ones she made in bed with Elsa, but even that errant thought dismissed itself when Elsa turned her full focus to the task at hand.

She tested different strokes, seeking the spots that drew those increasingly obscene sounds from Anna, each one making Elsa wetter and she squeezed her own thighs together out of need. Sucking lightly at her swollen clit made Anna's thighs shake, muscles twitching and clenching when Elsa slipped one finger, then two inside her.

"Stop, stop!"

Anna forced out, Elsa pulling away to see her flushed face and wide eyes, confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothings wrong. Just... feel like changing something."

It took Elsa little time to follow Anna's train of thought, shifting until she was straddling Anna's face and going down on her upside down. Anna wasted no time getting right in to driving Elsa utterly mad, her mouth as talented now as it had been when shamelessly flirting. Elsa's only complaint was that she wasn't pulling her hair any more, but there would be time for that later.

Trying to focus on Anna while hot pleasure wound its way through her limbs, tingling at the tips of her fingers and toes while she moaned helplessly and tried not to rut too forcefully against her lovers mouth wasn't easy, but Elsa was nothing if not determined and managed to resume licking and stroking. Anna's moans vibrated against her, hands gripping her ass tight enough that Elsa shook with the little pinpricks of pain.

More turned on than she realised, Elsa struggled to focus much longer before she had to straighten up, Anna's taste still on her tongue as Anna's eager mouth brought her to a surprisingly fast, intense climax. The fire in her blood warmed her cold skin, left Elsa's usual pale chest and neck with a deep pink flush. She'd barely finished coming before she lowered herself down again, doubly determined then and trying to ignore how Anna kept teasing her sensitive nerves with ragged breaths.

Her only regret was not being able to see Anna's face as she came beneath her, something Elsa intended to rectify as soon as possible. She could feel Anna tense and relax all over, thighs tightening around her head and hands, heard those delightfully sinful sounds of ecstacy and drew it out until Anna pleaded weakly for mercy.

Stretching before she turned herself around and dropped down next to Anna, Elsa was beaming as Anna immedately sought a post-climax cuddle, sweet and tactile even with the less-than-innocent look of her face covered in Elsa's arousal.

"Are you always this snuggly?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Elsa shook her head.

"Not at all, I think it's adorable."

"Good."

Anna hugged her a little tighter, the softness of the moment soon slightly disturbed by a cheeky nip to Elsa's collarbone, hand sliding down her back to squeeze her backside.

"I need a drink... then round two?"

Elsa couldn't help but giggle at the hopeful look on Anna's face, leaning in to share a messy kiss first.

"Sounds good to me."

Anna beamed, then moved to get up, exposing her tattoo to Elsa's eyes again before she turned back.

"Are you staying the night?"

"If I'm invited."

Stretching her body across the bed, catlike and playful as she got closer, Anna leaned over Elsa with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, you're always invited."

People were probably rolling their eyes, but Anna couldn't have cared less. She needed Elsa kisses.

"Are we getting on with this or not?"

"Mmmph" Elsa managed to pry Anna off her, cheeks a little flushed and smile a little dopey "yes. Anna, go get done up."

"Ugh, fine!"

Anna stole one last kiss before she reluctantly moved, pouting about it as she headed to let someone poke her with makeup sponges. She could hear them talking still.

"How come we can't flirt with them, but you're allowed to date her?"

"My set, my rules. And like you said, I'm dating Anna. It wasn't a one night stand, and she flirted with me."

Fighting a giggle as she listened, Anna continued to shamelessly eavesdrop on her gorgeous girlfriend.

"Doesn't it bother you, knowing what you're about to see her do?"

"No, why would it? She's doing her job."

"Yeah, but her job is-"

"None of your business outside of a professional capacity. Stay out of my relationship, and go sort your lights out."

Anna couldn't keep the smile off her face then, to the despair of the makeup dude. She was so lucky to have someone like Elsa. She got up when released by the grumpy team, dressed and ready to get her photos taken. Anna was even more ecstatic to see who was waiting to take her picture, making a mental note to see how flustered she could get Elsa that time too.

"No, Anna, you'll smudge your makeup."

Seeming to notice Anna plotting to get more kisses - it wasn't her fault Elsa was so very kissable - Elsa chided her, though she was still smiling.

"Spoilsport."

Well, there were many worse job tasks than undressing for her girlfriend, so Anna headed over and got to work.

-EA-

I started out so full of energy for this thing and then it got really long and now I'm pretty sure I ruined it, but hey, I finished it so that's what counts right? *sweats nervously*