Heated Ice (Helsa)

Chapter Fifty-Two: First Time For Everything

A/N:

Okay, so, this is a sex scene chapter basically. I separated it so that people who don't want to read it can skip it, by skipping it you won't miss anything important and you'll be able to just skip to the next chapter. :)

**Please read this if you are mature enough to handle it.**

If you are deciding to reading this, I hope you enjoy my first ever written sex scene. I hope it isn't terrible.

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Hans and Elsa laid in bed together quietly cuddling under the covers. Both were dressed in their pajamas. Elsa in a long, black silk nightgown and Hans wore light brown cotton pants and a thin blue t-shirt. Elsa sighed happily against his chest and took in everything. They were engaged now, to be married in probably a month and here they were together, cuddling and just enjoying their quality time together.

"I love you." Elsa whispered.

"I love you too." He said and sat up in bed, pulling her to sit up too. "Can I kiss you?"

"You never have to ask." She whispered and he laid his hands on her cheeks and kissed her passionately, eventually slipping his tongue into her mouth. He adjusted himself so she was laying down underneath him with him holding up his body weight.

"I want you so badly, Elsa." He says from no where and then his mouth collides onto hers again and his hands lay calmly on each side of her. Elsa tries to catch a breath but she's too caught up in Hans, his lips, teeth and tongue are all too much to pay attention to. Their kissing was never like this before, so passionate and so much lust between them both. It's all she can do to cling to him and kiss him back with his body pinned against her and his mouth sealing over hers.

After a few minutes of this kissing Elsa struggles against him slightly, not trying to stop him, but because she feels like she might suffocate. He feels her struggle and he gives her a small reprieve by lifting his mouth away, only to go kiss her neck and shoulders. He nips lightly at a sensitive spot and she moans a little, arching her back and tossing her head back against the pillow softly. Hans can't see from where he is but she's blushing a deep red from this new feeling and her sounds that she never knew she would make. Hans smiles against her neck and begins to kiss her neck again, wedging a knee between her thighs.

He begins to slowly lift the bottom of her dress up her thighs and goes back to kissing her. He gets the dress above her thighs and slowly feels her soft, tender legs and strokes his fingers up and down the length of her thighs. He starts to pull the nightgown up and over her chest, revealing her breasts. Elsa panics and shoots her hand down and grabs his wrist to stop him.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked, almost scared that he was hurting her or making her scared. That's the last thing he would ever want to make her feel. Even though his eyes were full of fire and lust for her he was still so gentle and calm with her.

"No, it's just that," Elsa pants, trying to think between all of this. "It's all so much. You've never been like this with me."

"Do you like it?" He asks gently, making sure not to scare her or make her nervous. He still holds her bottom of the silk nightgown in his hands near her chest.

"I do, yes. It's just a lot to take in." She said and wraps her arms around his neck.

"I'll take everything slow, okay?" He says and gives her an encouraging smile. She nods and smiled up into her fiancé's beautiful eyes. Hans shifts his weight and his hips are cradled between her thighs with her nightgown bunched around her chest. "Tell me if you want me to stop and I will. I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything, okay?"

"Yes." She breathes and this time she initiates their kiss. Hans slowly grabs her hand, interlacing their fingers together and then guides her down to the buttons of his pants. She fumbles with them and is unsure and still a little nervous, but not scared. He helps her with the buttons and eventually they manage to get his pants and t-shirt off, both tossed somewhere on his bed that she can't see.

"May I?" He asks and reaches at her nightgown again. She nods slightly but instead of him taking off her dress she sits up a little and takes it off herself. She tosses it over onto the floor and his hands find their way down to her underwear. He pulls them down her legs and tosses them behind him and resting his forehead against hers, Hans reaches between her thighs and looks down at her.

"Do you want this? Please be honest. I don't want you to regret making love to me." He whispers and she nods and kisses him to reassure him that she wants this just as badly as he does. "This could hurt." He whispers and she nods, tensing under him. Then his hips flex and he's pushing into her. He moves his hips again and Elsa feels something inside of her tear and it all feels so alien. There was space in her body being filled that she didn't even know was there. Elsa let out a small whimper from this burning sensation deep in her belly and dug her nails into his arms. "No, no." He whispers when he looks down and sees her in pain and feels her nails dig even deeper. "No, it'll pass. Elsa, look up at me. I don't want to see you in pain." He holds himself still and she looks up into the intensity of his eyes. After a few moments, he pulls back and enters her again, awkward and unsure. She sucks in a sharp breath and feels all of her muscles tensing at the sensation. "Relax, sweetheart, the pain will pass." Hans whispers, sinking a little deeper into her. He then reaches a slow and steady pace that seems to be working perfectly for numbing the pain for Elsa.

Everything for the both of them becomes so close and intimate. He leans down and kisses her briefly then continues to move, picking up speed as he goes. As she shifts beneath him, trying to find some little bit of comfort, she feels her feet rest themselves around his hips. Hans lets out a low moan and swallows thickly, the pace of his hips increases in force and speed with this new position.

As she feels herself reaching a climax of this sensation she finally lets go and gives into it. She leans her head forward and rests her forehead against his, letting out a small moan. She was so overwhelmed by this sensation that pulsed through her body and felt that Hans found his release with hers.

Hans collapsed onto her in a sweaty mess, he was panting and slipped himself out of her. Elsa laid there trying to keep up with her heartbeat and began to calm down post-sex.

So, that's what making love is, Elsa thought and held his head to her shoulder and neck area. She thought to herself that she could stay this way forever, entangled with each other's sweaty bodies and their heart's were fluttering crazily.

"Are you still hurting?" He asked after laying on Elsa for awhile and picked himself up from her. He balanced himself above her momentarily then slipped out of bed to grab his pants.

"I'm sore but it doesn't hurt anymore." Elsa said and gave him a weak smile. She sat up in bed and covered herself with the blankets. "I'm exhausted." She said and sighed.

"Let's go to sleep then." He said and climbed back into bed. "I'm pretty tired myself." He smiled and wrapped his arm around her and they scooted down beneath the blankets.

"Should I put my nightgown on?"

"You don't have to." He said and kissed the top of her head. They both became comfortable quickly and cuddled together under the warmth of the blankets and drifted off into a deep sleep.