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“I want to submit to you, your highness.”
The whisper blew cold air onto a partially covered neck. The queen’s cold fingers dance along the princess’s- her sister’s- waist. Elsa knew this would be a scandal if word got out about her, rather incestuous, feelings towards Anna.
These ideas echoed in the back of her mind, they couldn’t compete with the burning desire in the forefront of her brain.
She laces her fingers at the small of the princess’s back, cool, teal eyes swimming in curiosity and a hint of mischief.
Elsa has seen the way Anna looks at her, the way her hands linger after an embrace, the way she is so desperate to spend every moment with her, knocking on her bedroom door long after the sun has set, to join her in bed and hold her there.
“If you’ll have me.” The queen continues, voice wavering as she feels Anna take a breath before resting her hands on pale shoulders, before wandering up to brush her neck, then her cheeks.
The look in her eyes was heavy, Elsa almost couldn’t read the message they held. Their previous separation taking a toll in Elsa’s ability to communicate, she could tell it hurt Anna too.
“I want you-Elsa…” She whispers, it was nearly inaudible against the library’s crackling fire. Despite the warmth it gave, the temperature in the room dropped. Anna leaned into the figure before her, it was Elsa’s turn to be stunned.
A moment goes by in silence before the queen found the words to say,
“Show me.”
Her sister’s lips bent into a smirk before catching between porcelain teeth. Those teal eyes squinted, and Elsa recognized the look. She had caught it on few occasions, during meetings, in the dining hall, when they were alone. It was proof. Anna did reciprocate the affection, and possibly felt the same burning desire that Elsa felt for her.
A sigh washed over Elsas face, before she felt Anna’s warm lips meet her own. Electricity shot through her, her chest tightening, breath catching as she feels those lips move passionately, skipping the chaste kiss they usually shared, and delving to a territory of new-found hunger.
Elsa felt her self drowning, falling against the cushions of the couch they sat on, weight shifting to allow Anna to swiftly straddle her waist, thighs on either side of her own. Anna leaned in to press, chest to chest, against Elsa, breathing growing heavy as the two struggled to take in enough air as the kiss deepened.
Anna’s hands travel from her sisters face, gently trailing down her neck, resting just above her chest, her fingers brushing pale collar bones as she breaks from the kiss to place them along the cool skin of Elsa’s neck. Giving the elder of the two a moment to catch her breath and scramble to put a thought together.
“Are- are you sure…” she pants, flinching in shock at the way her sisters teeth graze her skin and her breath warms her cool figure.
Anna breaks away, flushed and panting and so beautiful Elsa felt her heart stop for what felt like minutes when they met eyes in a way they never have before.
“Yes, are you?” Is the breathless reply and Elsa can only nod and pull her sister against her with renowned excitement flowing through every inch of her.
Her powers buzzed beneath her finger tips and Anna felt it and shivered, gripping the sheer, icy material of her sister’s dress.
“Take this off.” Is the hoarse demand and Elsa was sure if Anna kept up this dominance she’d be undone in no time. The way warm fingers dance along her collar bones but too shy to delve further, Elsa leans forward to whisper against her sister’s lips, “touch me.”
The only barrier between Anna’s gentle touch and her sister’s skin now vanished in thin air, their lips meet again and Anna drags her tongue across those sinfully soft lips before granted access.
Anna finds an unfamiliar confidence and finally grows too eager to find out how soft the rest of her sister’s skin is. She follows the queens order, cupping a supple breast and massaging it with a hum, earning a nip to the lower lip and a pull at her hair.
Dragging her nails lightly over the sensitive area draws a gasp out of her sister who’s hips jolt upwards in search of friction.
Anna didn’t need to think before shifting again, placing one leg between her sister’s and pressing a knee against her clit.
Elsa doesn’t need to think about spreading her legs before she does, tossing her head back and breaking the kiss. Holding back the expletive at the tip of her tongue as she feels the gentle hand on her chest grope firmly.
“So excited…” Anna notes almost to herself her hands dipping to reach Elsa’s waist, dragging perfectly manicured nails across bare skin. “Lay down.” She orders, seemingly enjoying the power she suddenly held over the queen of their kingdom.
Elsa shivers at the sudden loss of contact between her legs, lucky that the furniture was big enough for the switch in positions to be effortless. The queen shuts her eyes and lets the sensations overtake her.
Anna kneels over her sister, bringing the queens legs to either side of her, dragging her hands up smooth thighs, searching her sister’s reactions to gauge how far she should go next. She decides to ask.
“How far do you want this to go?” Anna asks, leaning forward and brushing her nose against Elsa’s.
“All the way.” She replied.