Polar Opposites

Chapter 8

The situation continued to deteriorate, albeit very slowly. Anna Zielinski never did sleep with anyone else. Knowing Elsa had given her explicit permission to pursue that option somehow had the opposite effect. That didn't erase her urges, of course; they only seemed to grow more and more powerful, harder to resist. But she kept them in check and was able to avoid the unpleasantness of Elsa noticing as she had during their Smash Bros-athon.

That is, until one Tuesday morning in early February. They had been studying until very late that night and fallen asleep in Anna's bed, snuggling and talking about trivial things. When the morning came, Anna's first thought was a somewhat unpleasant one.

'Oh shit... I need to get off, but I can't get Elsa off. Of me.'

The form of her girlfriend, or whatever they were calling their status with each other now, was sprawled casually over her own body. Warm and soft, and inviting. And she smelled fantastic. Not like a burst of flowers or anything so trite as that - just like another human did after a night of sleep. Lightly salty, with hints of the shampoo from the day previous. Real. And all of this combined with what she looked like and who she was to her turned her on.

'This... isn't a big deal,' she mentally chided herself, biting her lip. 'Just think about something else. Or wake her up, you could wake her up!' But that wasn't really something she wanted, not when Elsa looked so at peace. That felt like a crime. So she suffered in silence.

The operative word being "suffer". It was pure torture; normally she could suppress her desires for quite some time, relegate them to the back of her mind. Forget about them. Not this time. She had done that the night before while they were lying there together with little difficulty. Now, however, she had already been doing it so long that maintaining the barrier between her desires and her friendship-plus-kissing with Elsa was growing increasingly unbearable.

'She's not here just for you to think about banging her,' she commanded herself as her hips began to shift back and forth restlessly again. 'You are friends. That doesn't mean sex, it just means friends. Stop making it into a thing!' Biting her lip, she forced herself to stare at Elsa's face instead of down along her ample curves. That didn't help; she was still fiercely attracted to her regardless of what part of her she was looking at. Her unparallelled beauty only seemed to throw fuel on the bonfire of her need.

Before she knew it, tears were pricking the corners of her eyes. Normally, she didn't have trouble with these concepts; with anyone else, she simply enjoyed thinking about them sexually because it didn't matter one way or the other. With Elsa, however, she had done her best to police her thoughts when she was in the room, knowing that whenever she lapsed, it made her best friend uncomfortable. Other times were open for anything - as the Polaroids had proven.

'Stop,' she told herself more firmly as her body tensed up. 'Stop perving on her, it's not okay when she's here. You wouldn't do it if she was awake, so don't do it now!' Nothing helped. She was going to have to wake Elsa up and slip away to the bathroom.

But then warm lips were pressing against her cheek. Too late: Elsa already was awake. A husky voice whispered, "Hey."

"Morning," Anna whispered back. "You sleep okay? I meant to wake you up last night so you could go back to your room, but it was already-"

A light chuckle interrupted her words. "I'm fine. You okay, though? You seem tense."

"Well... I kinda have to go to the can. Sorry."

"Mm." But Elsa didn't move off of her, didn't roll away. Instead, she moved her lips to Anna's, kneaded up against them. Anna kissed her back with too much relish; privately, she was storing this feeling away for once she was alone. To reflect upon while she was slaking her thirst. They were as soft and delicious as ever, as was Elsa's body.