Polar Opposites

Chapter 9

Hungrily, Anna took Elsa's mouth with great force, her other hand moving up and ensnaring the hair behind her, holding their lips in their union. Elsa gratefully returned the advances, weighing heavily down on Anna's body. After another few seconds, she reached back again and pushed the wrist further down.

Even until that moment, Anna hadn't been planning to seize Elsa's offer. It just seemed odd to do that with someone else in the room if they weren't participating! But there was no use in pretending she wasn't chomping at the bit to take care of it. Therefore, with that last encouragement, she slid her fingers underneath her waistband.

The first moan into Elsa's mouth made her freeze in place for an instant, but when Anna tried to pull her hand out Elsa latched onto her forearm to prevent that from happening. No backing down, it seemed. So she continued, coaxing more sounds and upward thrusts of her hips. Elsa never made a move to insinuate that she was feeling arousal or wanted to do anything to or for herself, but she also didn't roll off and run away, made no frightened sounds or movements.

Finally, Anna's passion was too great for her lungs, and she was forced to break the kiss, panting heatedly as her fingers did their level best to make short work of her climax. The sooner it was over, the better for both of them. For a second or two, Elsa merely grazed her mouth along her girlfriend's jaw. Then she raised up to her ear and whispered, "Hey."

"Nnhhh!" was the only response.

"This might be a silly question, and I'm sorry if it is. But... do you want me to get those Polaroids?"

That prompted a breathy, strained laugh from Anna as her pelvis rolled to the left slightly. "N-not... right now, I... I don't need them w-with... with you here!"

Elsa blushed and smiled, covering her mouth with the hand that wasn't underneath the both of them. Then she stroked one of Anna's freckled shoulders and asked, "Do you want me to, um, undress? Give you something live and in person to look at?"

"WHAT?!" But Anna had yelped that too loud, too sharply. "Sorry! I'm j- what?! No! I mean, yes, but... why would you want to? Wouldn't it make it feel more like you're... you know!"

"It's within tolerable levels," Elsa said. Her hand fell to unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Anna's aquamarine eyes went wide, drinking in the sight as her hand first came to a stop, then began to move faster than before. The shirt was gone, and the gorgeous mounds that she had only seen in small three-inch squares appeared before her. Her head began to lean up, but then she flopped it back down hard against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut.

"What, what's wrong?"

"I... wanted to..." Even attempting to say what she wanted to do made her burn with shame, and she felt her fingers squeezing her own fragile flesh with near brutality; a brief self-punishment. "NNHhh! Elsa, I'm sorry!"

Elsa smiled knowingly, stroking Anna's face. "It's okay that you wanted to. But thank you for... resisting." She leaned in again to kiss her, which Anna did heatedly for a few seconds before she pulled back, needing to breathe again. "More?"

"No more, I... can't handle... more!"

"But I thought you liked 'the booty'." Elsa rolled over and pointed said booty at Anna, and began to slide her pants down gradually - but Anna shot out her other hand and stopped them. "What?"

"Seriously, we're good!" Anna told her with more conviction. "I'm already so turned on, I don't need it, but it's... more than- NNHHHH, shit! Elsa!"

Something like a mixture of pity and love entered Elsa's eyes as she turned around to look at her girlfriend, as she watched her sweating and writhing in ecstasy. When she leaned in for another kiss, Anna took as large of a risk as she was willing to take: she placed her hand in the center of Elsa's nude back. She felt the shiver, but it was brief and not borne of fear. Encouraged, she then lost herself in both Elsa's lips and her own hand's ministrations until she felt the end building.