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karis-the-fangirl · 4 years

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His Queen - a Kristanna fic

for Day 1 of KA smutweek 2020, ‘In a family way’

A follow-up to ‘Royal Commands’

dedicated to @punkpoemprose, for Reasons

Canon, post-Frozen 2

Notes: includes pregnancy

Rating: M for sexual content

Her Majesty Anna, Queen of Arendelle, pressed a cushion over her face and screamed into it. The movement of her husband's fingers paused, and she pulled the pillow away from her mouth to throw it at him.

"Don't you dare stop."

Kristoff chuckled, and when back to rubbing deep circles over the muscles of her calves and her puffy, swollen ankles, which were draped over his lap. She groaned as he found a tender spot.

It was well after lunchtime, and the ambassadors were finally gone. They'd been even more stubborn and ridiculous than usual, which had been especially annoying because Anna would have sacrificed almost anything--except, of course, the well-being of her subjects--to send the ambassadors back home hours ago.

"I should have pretended to go into labor," she mumbled, rubbing her temples. It knocked her crown askew, and her twist of braids was coming unpinned. Anna couldn't bring herself to care. She yanked the tiara off and dropped it on the side table, then began pulling pins out of her hair, searching for the one that was poking her in the scalp.

Kristoff's palm stroked up and down her bare leg (her stockings were crumpled on the floor, on top of the shoes she'd kicked viciously away), his hand pushing her demure blue skirt out of the way above her knee. "They would have still stayed," he said, "waiting for you to produce the baby."

"Mm." Anna found the offending hair pin and threw it away, then sank back against the sofa's padded arm. She draped an arm across her heavy stomach and looked over it at her husband. He'd followed through on his promise from that morning--during the interminable meetings he'd been at her elbow, his eyes on her. Twice cups of tea had been steaming in front of her just as she'd realized she was longing for them, along with chocolate biscuits when she'd suddenly realized that if she didn't eat something then she'd bite the next old man who wheezed "If I may play devil's advocate, Your Majesty…"

Kristoff had even worn his formal suit, including the snug trousers that he still had on, although his coat was folded behind her head and he'd rolled up the fine linen sleeves of his shirt. The silk cravat was somewhere on the floor with their shoes and her discarded stockings. The state of dishabille made it look for all the world as if they'd been doing something far more decadent than a foot massage--not that her husband's thumb firmly caressing her instep wasn't decadent, but….

Anna sighed wistfully, her cheeks heating at the memory of that morning's decadence. She'd begun the morning still flushed from Kristoff's attentions, before the frustration at driven all thoughts of marital bliss from her mind, but the stroke of his calloused fingers up her ankle reminded her of the way he'd touched her, his hands on her legs, his lips on her--

Her breath shuddered, a tremor running up her spine, and Kristoff's hand paused on her calf.

'Anything my queen commands…'

"Kristoff--" She pushed herself up on her elbows. "I--" Her leg shifted restlessly, the ball of her foot rubbing over his thigh, and Anna could feel the heavy muscles flexing through the thin material. He inhaled sharply.

"Tell me what you need," he said, his voice husky. "I'll give it to you."

Anna pushed herself up, swinging her feet out of his lap. "Get up," she ordered, her heart racing. He stood, towering over her even in his socks, and it made her mouth go dry. "Stand...there, right there." He followed her pointing finger, standing a few feet away, the afternoon light from the open window flooding over him and picking out bright gold highlights in his hair, gilding the faint stubble along his jaw. Anna licked her lips. He watched her from under heavy lids.

"What other commands does my queen have for me?" he asked softly.

Oh, she liked the sound of that. "Strip," Anna said. "I want--I want to look at you."

A grin played around his lips as he undid the buttons of his waistcoat and let it fall to the floor, then yanked out the tails of his shirt. Instead of pulling it over his head, his fingers slid down the placket, unfastening each small horn button in turn, until the white linen bared his chest, the downy layer of hair that narrowed into a trail over his stomach, vanishing behind the waistband of his trousers. He shrugged out of the sleeves and let the shirt drop. The light falling over his shoulders made Anna squirm restlessly against the cushions, her bare toes digging into the silk carpet.

When he unbuttoned his trousers, however, she straightened. "Stop," Anna commanded, her voice sounding strange and smoky in her own ears. He stopped, hands on his waistband, watching her. "Leave them on, but...I want to see you. Show yourself to me." Kristoff raised an eyebrow, making her blush darken, but he didn't hesitate to obey, letting the trousers slide down his hips just enough to free his erection. The stiff flesh was thick and flushed against the dark material, rosy with arousal.

Anna felt...wanton. A little depraved. She was a queen, a married woman, soon to be a mother, formally and fully clothed--except for her stockings--and also her thighs were sticky with desire as she looked at her husband. The sight of him, proud and framed by the placket of his trousers, was somehow more erotic than the sight of him fully undressed. He stood still, his cock moving in little bobs that she knew matched his heartbeat, his breathing as shallow as her own, waiting for orders.

Something was missing.

A glint caught the corner of her eye, and Anna leaned over to pick up her discarded tiara. Her braids had unraveled, coiling around her shoulders, but she set the crown on her loose hair anyway. Did she imagine Kristoff's short, hard intake of breath?

"Touch yourself for me," she said.

There was a rumble in his voice, almost a growl. "As you command, my queen." One broad, calloused hand dropped down to curl around the red shaft of his cock, his breath hitching as he fisted himself, sliding up, his thumb swiping across the slick tip. And all the while his eyes didn't leave her face. Anna wondered how debauched she looked, her cheeks flushed and her teeth worrying her lower lip, her thighs rubbing together as she shifted her hips restlessly.

"Anna," he rasped out, "I'm close."

"Stop."

This time he growled in earnest, but he pulled his hand away, curling it into a fist against his thigh. His chest was heaving, his jaw tight, the smirk gone and his lips pressed into a hard line. She met his gaze, dark with lust. Lust that was hers to command.

Anna licked her lips. He was all golden skin, sun-halo hair and sinful eyes, and strength, so much power coiled up and focused on her, taut muscles held in check.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough.

What I want--you, all of you, forever. But she couldn't seem to make her mouth shape the words, they were caught somewhere in her throat, crowded out by the throb of her pulse. She couldn't ask for anything, because she wanted it all, and all at once.

Kristoff took a step toward her. "Tell me what you need."

"Your mouth," she blurted. "I need your mouth."

He groaned, sinking to his knees. "Yes," he murmured, his hands sliding up her legs, pushing her skirts out of the way, and he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. She felt the hum of his voice against her. "My queen."

Kristoff gripped her hips, sliding her forward on the sofa cushion as warm, nipping kisses made her gasp, licking the evidence of her arousal off her skin and inching ever nearer to--

Anna hissed as her back pinched, the ache that had been ever-present since she started to show blossoming into pain.

"Anna?" Kristoff caught her shoulders, looking anxiously into her face. "Where does it hurt?"

She smiled weakly. "Just my back, again." She tried to find a comfortable position, but Kristoff was already piling pillows behind her, helping her ease back onto them. His warm palm cradled her cheek.

"Better?"

"Yes." Anna relaxed, her eyes closing as the twinge faded, and she felt a gentle kiss brush the corner of her mouth. She signed against his lips. "I'm sorry."

"For what? You don't have anything to be sorry about." He kissed her collarbone, then dropped down to nuzzle against the heavy curve of her stomach. "It's this little trouble maker, though…"

She giggled, combing her fingers into his hair, tracing the edges of his ears and sliding her hands together at the back of his neck. "I love you."

He turned his head to kiss the inside of her wrist. "And I love you, my queen. My Anna."

Her breath caught at the words, her knees coming up on either side of his ribs. "Show me," she ordered.

Kristoff chuckled, but then his hands were under her skirt once again, pushing the loose fabric up and over her belly so that he had unfettered access to the rest of her, her thighs spread by his broad shoulders. He kissed his way down while she squirmed, until his mouth was finally where she'd been wanting it. The first stroke of his tongue made her head go back, her fingers curling in his hair. He hummed approvingly and pressed closer. It didn't take long for Kristoff to find a rhythm that had her whimpering, moans forced out of her by every lick, every tug of his lips. When a work-roughened finger slid into her, curved to stroke that secret place inside, Anna jerked. When he added a second finger she wailed, her climax spilling over her in a rush. He kept his mouth on her, coaxing her until she was wrung out and trembling from head to foot. Only when she gasped out a helpless "too much" did he pull away, kissing her knee as he rocked back on his heels.

Anna stared blindly up at the ceiling, her breath shuddering in her lungs, before a thought occurred to her and she yanked her eyes down to her husband. He was watching her, brown eyes warm and liquid, and the smirk back, curling the corner of his mouth. But--she looked down, to where he was hard and throbbing. "Come here," she demanded, tugging at his shoulders until he stood over her. She grasped him, wrapping her fingers around the hot, silky skin of him, and delighting in the way he groaned, his hips rocking in time with her strokes. Up and down, over the tip and giving extra attention to the ridge under his foreskin that made him rasp out her name in broken syllables. "Anna--Anna, I--"

"Do it," she said. "I want to see you."

His head rolled back on his shoulders as his release spurted over her hand, striping her thighs and her high, rounded stomach. As soon as she let go Kristoff was dropping back to his knees, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her while his seed was still hot on her skin.

It was Kristoff who found his cravat on the floor and used it to wipe away the evidence of their encounter, before tugging her dress back into place. He didn't bother with his shirt, or their shoes, just scooped her up to carry her to the privacy of their room. Anna laid her head on his shoulder, admiring his profile all the way up the stairs.

"Kristoff," she began, "was it--did you--" Anna fumbled over the words, and he paused on the landing to look at her.

"What?"

"Was that...okay? I mean--" Anna blushed. "I was a little...bossy."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "It was more than okay, Anna." Kristoff started up the next flight of stairs, each step rocking her in his arms, lulling her. "I like giving you what you need," he said softly. "When you're telling me exactly what you want, it means I can give it to you. I liked that."

He nudged the door of their room open, setting her down on their bed, and she caught his wrist.

"No more ambassadors," she mumbled, and yawned. "Not until after the baby."

He chuckled, lifting the crown from her tangled hair and setting it aside. "As you command, my queen."

Anna tugged on his arm. As soon as his warmth curled around her, his weight on the mattress making her roll into the curve of his body, she was asleep.

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kristannafever · 4 years

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Making up for Lost Time

Kristanna modern au ~Kristanna Smut Week 2020 / Day 4: Worship at the Altar

Rated: M (smut week)

WC: 7573

~High school best friends that don’t realize they are in love with each other until time passes scenario. It’s long fic again, I know, lol. Also i didn’t really follow today’s prompt but I tried to throw in a little ‘he’s gentle at first but he really can f*ck’ ;)

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Kristoff hadn’t seen her in five years but he would recognize her anywhere. Her beauty had been seared into his mind and heart a very long time ago. He almost didn’t believe his eyes at first, thinking he was daydreaming again like he had been almost every day since the day she left.

There was no mistaking it was Anna.

The love of his life.

The woman who had called him her best friend.

Everything changed when she left their small town to pursue a career in the city. He had been happy for her, even though his heart was breaking that she was leaving. She promised that they would stay in touch, and at first, they talked almost daily. Then the frequent texts dissipated to once-a-month emails and that slowly tapered off over the first year she was away.

He hadn’t had any contact with her directly for four years.

He heard things, of course. You don’t grow up in a small town without the gossip eventually getting around. She got a herself an amazing job, she got engaged, she got cheated on and had her split with her very public figure of an ex-fiancé blasted through the tabloids…

Kristoff hated hearing about it because even after all this time he was still in love with her.

It was stupid, really. He needed to move on and give himself an actual chance at love, not sitting there pining after someone who had forgotten him a long time ago. So that’s what he did. It only took four and a half years, but he finally opened up and went on a date the week before with someone who was pleasant and pretty. It was hard to see if there was any promise after only one date, but Kristoff had his hopes up and intended to call her that evening to ask her out again.

Then Anna was suddenly there, back in town, the only place he had ever known his entire life, making him feel all those unreciprocated feelings he had for her for so many damn years.

Part of him was angry for all that past hurt coming back so suddenly, but most of all he was simply elated – and incredible anxious – to see her. He had dreamt about it after all… having her come back and admit that she loved him too and they would get married, stay in their small town, have kids and basically live happily ever after…

Stupid. People grew up and moved on, why would she be any different.

Then again, why hadn’t he been able to do the same.

He turned around, suddenly irrationally angry again, ready to drop his grocery basket at the end of the aisle and get the hell out of there when he heard his name.

He stopped, torn between pretending he hadn’t heard and needing to talk to her again. In the end his heart won out over his head and he turned around to see her approaching him with a wide smile that had somehow become more beautiful over the years.

“Kristoff! I knew that was you! You haven’t changed a bit!”

She came right up and hugged him before he could get a word out. The sudden proximity to her shocked him and he didn’t put his arms back around her. She pulled away quickly, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she muttered, eyes looking down.

Kristoff shook his head, desperate to find words. “Don’t be,” he started, trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating. “It’s… it’s good to see you, Anna. It’s been a long time.”

Her gaze met his again and he was surprised he had forgotten how beautiful her eyes really were. That amazed him actually, because they had been haunting him for almost five years.

She said, “It has, hasn’t it?”

Kristoff nodded, no idea what to say to that. He was sure the time felt like nothing to her when to him it had felt like an eternity.

“So, what brings you back to town?” he asked, swiping his hand through his hair wishing they weren’t having this conversation in the middle of the produce section.

She shrugged. “Oh, just needed a break from the big city.”

She was lying. Her eyes shifted to the left and Kristoff didn’t need to look down to know that her thumbs were now pushed between her first two fingers. He looked anyway, unsurprised to be right. She always did that when she fibbed about something.

Kristoff said, “That’s nice. How long you planning on visiting?” How long until I can try to get over you again and move on with my fucking life?

“Not sure.” She gave him a wan smile. “I was thinking just a week, but I might stay long enough for the Spring festival. That was always my favourite.”

“I remember,” Kristoff muttered, caught in the depths of those damn eyes.

Her smile became much more genuine, the smile he used to know so well. “What about you, Kristoff? How have things been? What have you been up to?”

Nothing with no one. Just missing you and lamenting the fact that I should have told you how I felt all those years ago.

“Nothin’ much,” he said.

“Oh, I refuse to believe that!”

You shouldn’t. He shrugged.

“Can we catch up? Please?” Anna smiled at him. “I would love to take you for dinner and talk… unless… you have a girlfriend that wouldn’t like that?”

Kristoff shook his head.

Her eyes lit up. “Okay then! How about tonight?”

“Can’t. Have dinner at my folks place.”

“Oh okay,” she said, and gave a little pause.

Kristoff knew she was waiting for an invitation but it wasn’t going to be extended to her even if she used to have dinner at his parents place all time when they were younger. He would never hear the end of it, just like five years ago when he let her go without telling her his feelings. His Mother wouldn’t shut up about it for months. No way in hell he was inviting that back into his life.

“Tomorrow night then?” she asked.

Five years and those puppy-dog eyes of hers could still get to him. He found himself nodding before he could even think to get out a ‘no’.

“Wonderful! Want to meet at the library then we can walk down main street and find a place to eat?”

“Sure.” He repressed a deep sigh.

“How about seven?”

Kristoff was usually in bed by eight but he nodded.

“Great. It was so nice seeing you again, Kristoff.”

“Same here, Anna,” he said, lying through his teeth.

*****

“What’s this I hear about Anna being back in town?”

Fucking small town…. Fucking people not able to mind their own fucking business. Kristoff shrugged, jaw clenched, not looking up from his food.

“You going to see her while she’s here?” his mother pressed.

He sighed and nodded, still not looking up.

“Good,” his mother stated, then left it at that. Kristoff was grateful not to have to talk about Anna for the remainder of the evening.

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“Your business sounds wonderful, Kristoff.”

He shrugged. It was great sure, but it kept him planted firmly in town for the past five years. He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a vacation. When you worked for yourself in a small centre it was impossible to do much else besides work.

Anna had picked the little Italian place at the end of main street; the one he took her to the night before she left, the night that he was going to tell her how much he loved her until he changed his mind to hear Anna talk about how excited she was to move to the city and he couldn’t bare the thought of holding her back. Somehow, he knew she was going to end up picking the place that he felt his life had completely stalled.

“Can you show it to me?”

“My hardware store?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s… just a boring hardware store.”

“Still, I would love to see it.”

“Alright,” he said slowly with a shrug, then looked back down at his spaghetti and meatballs.

She was silent on the other side of the table, compelling him to look back up after he finished swallowing the bite he had taken. Her eyes were sad, almost looking like they were on the verge of tears.

That hurt him.

“I’m sorry we lost touch, Kristoff,” she said quietly. “You deserved a lot better than that.”

“It wasn’t just you, Anna. I could have reached out too.”

“You did. When things were getting quieter between us, it was always me returning your emails. Then… well, then I think it was me who left the last one unanswered.”

It was, and it broke my heart all over again. “I understand, you had your own things going on.”

“That’s the thing…” She sighed, looking down at her plate and pushing her pasta around with her fork. “I thought I did. I thought I had everything on lock… great job, new boyfriend, a bunch of friends to hang out with… I wasted three years of my life on someone who ended up cheating on me. A lot of the friends were his, so when he went, so did they. I realized I hadn’t done anything since I moved away. I got a job, that’s it. I was passed over for a promotion twice, so even in those five years I didn’t accomplish anything. I just… I just wished I would have stayed here.”

Me too. Instead he said, “You were following your heart, Anna.”

“Was I?”

Her eyes came up and looked at him so pointedly as she said that, he had to wonder what the underlying meaning was. He had never been very good at reading people, women especially, and she of all people damn well knew that.

Then suddenly Anna was grinning again as if nothing serious had passed between them and resumed talking about everything except their lives for the past five years.

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“Really, it’s not much.”

“Kristoff, it’s amazing!”

He couldn’t tell if she genuinely thought that, or if she was blowing smoke up his ass. At the end of their date he agreed to show her his store after it closed the next evening, and here he was, giving her a tour of the thing that had kept him pinned in town.

He loved it and he hated it at the same time. It was his dream since he was a young boy, it was his living and he was very content doing it, but he often thought of Anna, living her life in a city with promises, taking time off with her boyfriend and…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that.

The thought of taking a chance and leaving the town wasn’t on his radar five years ago, and all that time without Anna in his life, especially the last four years he didn’t have any communication with her, he wondered if it really was worth it. Was a childhood dream really worth missing out on something that could have been the best thing of his life? Was wanting to stay in his comfortable bubble worth saying goodbye to the person he loved more than anything, even if she didn’t love him back in the same way?

He certainly didn’t feel that right now.

“Thank you, Anna.” It was all he could think to say.

“It’s so you,” she marvelled, looking around as they slowly walked past the aisles. “I can see your touch everywhere.”

The genuinely surprised him. His mother had said the very same thing, although it was no surprise she could see it. His Ma was in the store almost every day. How could Anna see it though? He hadn’t heard from her in four years, he had changed a lot since then.

Well, maybe not. Anna said it herself; he hadn’t changed a bit. And she meant his looks, didn’t she? He was probably broader in the neck and shoulders now with all the work he did, but his hair was unchanged, clothes still the same, he even wore the same style of boots he did back when he was an eighteen-year-old kid.

“I saw your sign on the door. That’s so sweet that you put your number on there in case anyone needs a part or something in an emergency if the store is closed.”

Kristoff shrugged again. He used to be so comfortable around her and now it just felt weird. Five years ago, they talked freely with each other about anything and everything. Now he was watching his words and guarding his emotions, even when she was genuinely being nice to him. Maybe he was a little more hurt by what happened than he cared to admit.

“Well,” she said, tucking hair behind her ear, suddenly looking nervous. “It’s early, care to grab a bite to eat?”

“Anna, I don’t think-”

“Please?”

God fucking dammit. “Okay.”

*****

Five years, two months, twenty-six days, and he was still head over heels in love with her.

Throughout their dinner she had managed to erase all the pain he had felt in that time. It felt like the good old days, laughing over their meal, sharing a desert, staying so long afterwards wrapped up in conversation that Anna managed to talk him into sharing another desert.

God, he missed this. He missed her.

Maybe this was his second chance. He couldn’t let her leave again without telling her this time how he felt, and if it was unreciprocated, well that at least he would know. Perhaps he could actually move on then, and maybe somehow, they could still be friends because the thought of losing her again pained him in a way that genuinely scared him.

“Anyway, I’m just glad Elsa is finally happy, even if she lives in another country right now.”

Kristoff nodded. As much as he tried to avoid gossip, he had heard it through the grapevine about a year ago that she fell in love with a woman she met while travelling and moved to her country to live with her.

Their house was still there, of course, and Kristoff always avoided going by it if he could. Too many memories that reminded him of the last time he had been happy. His apartment was above the hardware store so it was pretty easy to avoid that street, but there were times when he simply had to drive that way. It was impossible not to look at it when he went by.

“What will you do with the house then if Elsa decided to stay there for good?”

Anna shrugged, suddenly looking pensive as she ran a delicate finger along the rim of her wine glass. “Not too sure. I’ll have to talk with Elsa about it, of course. I… I don’t know.”

“Well, at least you have time to think about it.” Kristoff smiled. It was no secret that their house was paid for. When Anna and Elsa’s parents passed away the girls were left with a rather handsome sum of money that was used in the smartest of ways. Pay off the house and put them through school, even though it was only Elsa who went to college. Anna had used her school money to move into the city.

“Very true.” Anna smiled back at him. “I’m thankful I have a place to stay while I figure out what to do.”

What does that mean? He almost asked it out loud. Instead, he cleared his throat and took a sip of his water to cover for the fact that his mouth had opened.

Did that mean she was going to stay? That she was thinking about moving back? He had wished that for so long… were his dreams about to come true?

“Anyway, thank you for taking me out, Kristoff,” Anna said, grabbing her purse. Kristoff had already paid their bill, insisting it was his treat since she had paid for dinner the night before. “I hope I didn’t keep you out too late. I know you open your store early.”

“Not at all,” he muttered, getting up quickly and pulling Anna’s chair back before she had a chance to try and stand. He helped her into her coat and then slid on his own and followed her out of the restaurant, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her subtle perfume.

“I’m surprised how many people we went to school with have moved on,” she said more to herself than him, as they pulled their coats tighter against their necks in the cold evening air. “I was hoping to re-connect with some of my old girlfriends but they all live in different cities now.”

“Curse of a small town.” Kristoff sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Anna had left too.

They stood on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, neither of them knowing what to say to end the night; his store and apartment was almost directly across the street and Anna’s house was only two blocks to the South. It was Anna who thought of something first.

As always.

“Thank you again for keeping me company, Kristoff. With Elsa being gone… I don’t know anyone our age in town anymore.”

“It’s been nice catching up.” He meant it, even though he was scared his heart was going to get broken again.

“Well, have a good sleep. Mind if I pop by the store tomorrow?” Her eyes lit up. “Hey! I could bring you lunch!”

He wanted to tell her that he ate his lunch near his till every day since he couldn’t seem to find anyone to help him work the cash register on any regular basis, but he bit it back. The thought of her bringing him lunch at work was exactly something he had fantasied about for years.

“That… would be nice. Thank you, Anna.”

She beamed at him before she hugged him. This time he did not hesitate to wrap her up in a tight embrace.

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Anna had brought him some delicious sandwiches and home-made potato salad for lunch and they ate behind the till while they chatted in between Kristoff helping customers.

He asked her if she was still bored and if wanted to go for dinner that night. She agreed.

They went for dinner and it was much like the night before. They spent three hours talking; about the past, about the time they had been apart, even their opinions on politics. Nothing was off the table and nothing was held back. It was as if those five years apart didn’t exist except for the fact that they were older.

She hugged him longer that night and he was glad she accepted his offer to walk her home. She hugged him again before she retreated into her house.

The next day she was back at his work with lunch even though she never said she was going to bring it. Kristoff happily ate the soup from the thermos and the fresh loaf of French bread from the bakery with butter. It was miles better than the PB&J he had packed for himself.

He was helpless to ask her out for dinner again and unsurprised that she suggested him coming over to her old place instead for a home-cooked meal. He agreed then called his Ma after Anna left and tell her he wasn’t going to make it. She didn’t even ask the reason, she just said ‘Good’. There was no way his Mom didn’t know that he had been out with Anna every night since he’d last had dinner at his folk’s place. Small town, after all.

Kristoff told Anna he would bring desert and ran to the little bakery in the afternoon before it closed when his Dad popped in and Kristoff asked him to watch the till. Looking for anything chocolate, he was happy to see that there were exactly two of their decadent chocolate cupcakes left. One and a half for Anna, and half for him, like it usually was. He purchased them and ran them to his fridge upstairs for the remainder of the workday.

On his walk over he felt an odd sense of déjà vu. It took a minute to place it but he realized it was because he had day dreamed this scenario before. Not cupcakes, but he definitely had something… chocolates and flowers. In his dreams they were always going on a date so he always brought her flowers.

That thought suddenly dampened his mood, then Anna opened the door with her gorgeous smile and his spirits were once again lifted.

They had an amazing evening. Apparently, Anna had learned how to cook quite well in the time she was away and the lasagna she made was the best one Kristoff ever had in his life… even compared to his Ma’s, but he would never tell her that.

After dinner they sat on the couch while watching a movie on television. They half payed attention, talking during the commercials and making comments during the film, just like they used to do when they were younger.

There was a pang in his heart about all the time they had lost. He should have reached out again and continued to email her no matter how much it pained him. Yet, that was in the past, and he was honestly having a great time in the present.

With the night wrapping up Kristoff tried to think of a way to spend tomorrow with her too. The only thing he seemed to be able to come up with was to return the favour and invite her over to his little apartment above his shop for his version of a home-cooked meal.

Anna accepted and Kristoff walked home with a smile on his face.

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Kristoff’s cooking style was rather rustic, but he wanted to challenge himself and make something more difficult. Anna loved seafood, and while they were hundreds of miles from any ocean, he found what he was looking for in the frozen section of the grocery store.

It was just a recipe he picked out of one of his mother’s old cookbooks. He’d never heard of it, and he had no idea how it would taste, but Coquille St. Jacques was French so it must be fancy.

His Ma agreed to run the till for him while he retired early to get the food and then make it. Kristoff was thankful she never said anything on the matter but she definitely gave him a look that said he better not waste this opportunity. Having spent so much time with Anna the past few days, he had no intention of doing so. In fact, he was going to tell her how he felt tonight.

After the food was prepped and his apartment cleaned, he jumped in the shower then dressed in his nicest pair of jeans and a light sweater. He set the table, candles included, before starting the dish he had chosen. It looked harder than it actually was and he put it together in no time.

Anna knocked on his door just as he finished.

She greeted him with a warm hug and they chatted while Kristoff poured them each a glass of wine and finished making dinner. Anna helped, washing and ripping up the lettuce for a salad.

Another glass of wine was consumed over the dinner that Anna raved about. To Kristoff it wasn’t all that special, but Anna seemed to love it so that was all that mattered. He had forgotten to light the damn candles of course, and it went unmentioned by Anna and unnoticed by him until they were almost finished their meal. Probably for the best anyway. He was getting more and more nervous about trying to explain how he felt about her.

After dinner, another bottle of wine was opened and they took it to the couch, giggling over stories of their youth and the shenanigans they used to get up to together. Quite a pair they were. He knew from the rosy hue to her cheeks that she was a little tipsy from the wine. He was too. It didn’t stop them from having another glass though, as they talked and reminisced.

Eventually there was a lull in the conversation and Kristoff cleared his throat, focusing his thoughts and opening his mouth, ready to confess his feelings, when Anna suddenly burst into tears, startling the hell out of him.

“I’m sorry, Kris. I can’t do this,” she sobbed, setting the empty wine glass on the coffee table.

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? Anna?” He could barely think through this sudden shift in her mood. “Did… did I do something?”

“No, not at all. I just…” Anna sniffed. “I thought I would be able to be friends with you again, but I can’t.”

“What? Why? Anna, what…”

“It was one of the reasons I moved away. I couldn’t stand the thought of being that girl you put in the friend-zone.”

Kristoff’s eyes went wide. “Woah, woah, back up a second! You think that I put you in the friend zone?!”

Anna nodded, looking down into her lap. “I told you one night how I really felt about you.”

“Anna, hold on. I’m completely lost here. What are you talking about?”

“That night we threw a party at the house when Elsa was out of town.”

“The summer after we graduated?”

Anna nodded again, eyes still down. “I told you that night. I told you… that I was in love with you.”

Kristoff’s heart started to hammer in his chest. “Anna, you were so drunk. You told everyone that night that you loved them.”

“Yeah, I know I did, but then when everyone was gone and it was just us laying on my bed and you were holding me and I… I told you how I felt.”

Kristoff’s mind went back in time. He was fairly drunk that night too but he remembered it clearly because he had desperately wished her slurred confessions were true. How could he have known that it wasn’t just drunken rambling? She literally hugged the guy that delivered a dozen pizza’s and told him she loved him.

‘I love you Kristoff. I always have. Ever since the day we met in middle school.’

‘Anna, you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Just go to sleep okay? I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere.’

‘No, Kristoff. Did you hear what I said? I love you….’

She had passed out with a snore right after that. Kristoff honestly didn’t think too much about it and fell asleep shortly after himself. Nothing was said in the morning. Everything was back to normal in the morning. Anna never breathed a word about what she had said to him. Then six months later she told him she was moving to the city.

She said, “I just… I tried so many times to tell again, but I was too afraid of actually hearing the rejection.”

Kristoff snapped back to reality. “Anna… listen, I had no idea that-”

“All the time I spent with you after that was hard for me. I loved you so much but I knew you just saw me as a friend. I just needed to get away and breathe and figure out what I was going to do.”

“Loved?” he whispered His eyes were unable to focus on Anna anymore. She had loved me?

“I even tried to tell you on the night I was leaving. I was having fun because I always have fun when I’m with you, but inside my heart was breaking. I just thought maybe if I said it one more time, that somehow you might actually tell me that you loved me back. I don’t know. I should have, maybe.”

He couldn’t speak. His heart ached for all the time lost, for not telling her his feelings when he had the chance.

“But I chickened out and I left and I was miserable no matter how many times I told myself I was happy,” she continued. “Then I come back here and I realized how much I missed you in my life even if you never thought of me the way I thought about you. I thought I could do this. I thought we could really be friends. Now I understand that I cannot continue on like this, loving you with everything that I have and knowing that it’ll never go anywhere. It hurts too much.”

Kristoff’s vision was blurry and he realized there were tears in his eyes. Anna looked up to him at his silence, clearly surprised by his reaction.

His body fell back against the couch. “All this time…”

“Kris… I’m… I’m sorry.”

He looked back into Anna’s eyes and gave her a gentle smile. “I am the one who needs to apologize. It’s all my fault, Anna. None of this would have happened, if I had just told you first.”

“What do you mean?”

“I should have told you how I felt long before that party, Anna. Years before. I could give you a million excuses for being too afraid to tell you how I felt, but honestly none of that really seems to matter right now. Anna… I was in love with you too.”

“You… you were?” Fresh tears escaped her eyes.

Kristoff nodded. “Still am.”

“You are?”

“I never stopped loving you, Anna.”

“I never stopped loving you either.”

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“Hi Ma. Can you and Dad look after the shop today?”

His mom was silent on the other end of the line for a beat. “Is everything okay, Kristoff?”

“Yeah. It’s great, actually. I had Anna over last night and we ended up just talking about everything until sunrise. She just fell asleep and I’m dead on my feet. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not! We’ll be there in an hour to open up. You don’t worry about a thing. We’ll take care of it and you catch up on your rest.”

“Thanks.” He sighed. Man, I am tired.

“I’m happy for you, son.”

“Thanks Mom. I’ll come down when I wake up, okay?”

Kristoff said goodbye and hung up, then wasted no time in sliding back under his covers beside Anna. She was on his side of the bed but he did not care one little bit. She gave him a soft hum and rolled over, pressing her fully clothed body against his. He thought she was already asleep again when she mumbled.

“I love you so much, Kristoff. Thank you for staying up all night talking with me.”

Getting all their feelings out in the open, good and bad, had been cathartic for both of them. Definitely something they both needed. By the time they were talked out, they were lying in bed together and holding one another. Anna fell asleep a moment later and Kristoff pressed a kiss to her forehead before he called his Mother.

“I’m glad we did, Anna.” Kristoff smiled at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “And I love you, too. More than anything.”

*****

Kristoff had a quick shower and ran downstairs to talk to his parents shortly after two in the afternoon, leaving Anna dozing in his bed.

He had never slept so peacefully.

“Thanks again for helping me out,” Kristoff said again, after they chatted about the goings-on in the store that he had missed.

“No problem, son.” Cliff smiled. “And don’t worry about the weekend. We know what we’re doing.”

Kristoff looked between his parents, completely confused.

“It’s just that you need a break,” Bulda continued. “And there is no better way for you to do that than take that wonderful woman away for the weekend.”

Bulda pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Kristoff. He unfolded it quickly and read what was on the page. It was a booking confirmation for a small but luxurious cabin up in the mountains only a two-hour drive away.

“Mom, Dad, this… I can’t, this is too much.”

“Pah,” his Dad scoffed. “It’s nothing we can’t handle. Plus, it’s only two nights and I got a deal because it was going to be empty this weekend until I booked it last minute this morning.”

“We suggest you run upstairs, pack a bag, and go enjoy yourself for a few days,” His Ma added. “You need this, son.”

Kristoff nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He did need it. He gave each of his parents a fierce hug and ran back upstairs to tell Anna.

*****

Kristoff could not stop staring at her. The look on her face when he woke her up and told her where they were going, her excitement in his truck with her non-stop talk on the drive up, the gasp and look of awe she just gave them as they walked into the amazing cabin… he just loved her so much.

One of the things they had made sure to agree on when they talked was not to lament the missing time, only to make up for it going forward, and while Kristoff found that a little difficult, he did agree with it wholeheartedly.

That was why as soon as he set down all the bags and shut the door, he took three large strides to where Anna was standing with her back to him, turned her around, and kissed her.

The kiss was soft at first, testing the waters and making sure Anna was ready for it, then she started kissing him back and he had his answer.

Their mouths parted in unison, tongues hungrily tasting each other. Anna’s arms came up and wrapped around Kristoff’s neck, pulling him closer to her. He returned in kind, hands sliding down to her hips and yanking her flush against him.

Anna pulled back and gasped, throwing her head back. “Oh, God, Kristoff, I have wanted this for so long!”

“Me too,” he said through a sigh, and dipped his head down to her exposed neck, kissing the soft, taunt flesh.

Her hands wound into his hair and she pulled his head up to meet her lips again, kisses becoming even more intense as their hands gripped and pulled at one another to bring them closer.

“This,” she started, breathless, talking between their kisses. “This is what I was thinking about the whole ride up here. I couldn’t wait… and now that…. Oh my God, I can’t… I can’t wait anymore Kris.”

“Neither can I,” Kristoff moaned, grinding himself against her, desperate for more contact against his erection.

Anna pulled back from his lips. “I need you now.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

Kristoff grabbed her waist and lifted her off the ground as she wound her legs around him, kissing and blindly making his way over to… well something. The first thing their tangled bodies found, was a sofa table set against the back of the couch. Luckily there was nothing on top and Kristoff set Anna down on it and pulled back from her lips to see what he was doing.

He started by shrugging out of his coat as Anna did. Then her hands beat his to her leggings, pulling them down and sliding them off. Kristoff undid the button and fly on his jeans and slipped them down with his underwear as he watched Anna kick the leggings away.

He stood there with his pants at his ankles, taking her in. He didn’t think he had ever actually longed for something so much in his entire life.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” he growled, reaching forward and stroking her entrance, marvelling at hot and wet she was.

“For this very reason,” Anna panted. “Please, Kris. I need you right now.”

He quickly aligned himself, needing it as much as she did. Anna cried out when he pushed himself into her, a sound so passionate that it sent shivers down his spine. It was almost like an out of body experience, doing something he had thought about for so long. He thought it would be best to take his time and savour this first experience together, only Anna had other ideas.

“Kristoff, I know you are thinking you need to be gentle, but I need a whole hell of a lot more than that right now.”

He knew exactly what she was asking and he was on board with all of it. “You want me to fuck you, Anna?”

Anna had heard him swear her whole life, he had heard her do it too, but they had never talked to each other like this with love and intimacy happening between them. Her eyes went wide and her teeth clenched.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Kris.”

He grinned back at her and thrust himself hard and deep, ramping up to a feverish pace. Anna half screamed half moaned something incomprehensible with her head snapped back and her eyes jammed shut, her hands had his forearms in a death grip. The only sound in the room was their bodies slapping together, heavy breathing and grunts of effort and pleasure.

It wasn’t all that long before she spoke through clenched teeth. “Oh God… yes! I’m… holy shit… I’m…”

Kristoff didn’t let his pace falter until he felt her orgasm start. She made a guttural sound, pulling up her head and looking into his eyes, letting out a long and strangled ‘fuck’. He slowed to let her down easy then realized he was too close. That pace came back to him in a second and he drove towards his own end as Anna let out a long wail. But it wasn’t just any scream, it was his name, and hearing that did him in just as much as the feeling of finally having sex with her.

*****

Kristoff could only describe their next time coming together as love making. It was new for him and it was special. He thought Anna maybe didn’t feel the same until she told him through slow and passionate kisses, that she had always dreamt about what it meant to be made love to and how happy she was to experience it for the first time with him.

It was slow, lips trailing lazily across each others skin. Anna was below him, soft gasps as he made steady and relaxed thrusts, savouring the feeling of her.

He was still so keyed up from finally putting his mouth on her and getting to taste her that he thought he would be more desperate. His cock was throbbing so hard by the time she came against his mouth with a strained cry that figured he might have to disappoint her. And yet they had been at this for a long time, and while it felt more amazing than anything he could ever imagine, he was now confident he could bring her to climax again. Perhaps how they came together so furiously earlier afforded him this extra stamina.

“This is everything,” Anna sighed, hands caressing his back, holding him tightly against her.

“Yes,” Kristoff whispered against her skin. “It really is.”

They were in the spacious master bedroom, the room dark except for the small fire in the corner fireplace. It made the space warm enough that they lay on top of the covers, enjoying being unhindered by them.

They left the cabin shortly after they came together for the first time to get groceries for the weekend from the nearby town. No sooner was all the food put away and Kristoff was kissing her again, unable to help himself. They had gone upstairs, he had lit a fire, and then he aimed to be with Anna the way that he always dreamed of.

His heart was so full, his mind so content, he didn’t think he had ever known a moment of peace like this before. He pulled back from her grasp to look down at her, hair played wildly across her pillow, eyes hooded and smiling up at him in a way he’d never seen before. His heart ached.

“Do you want to go back to the city, Anna? I’ll go with you.”

She shook her head. “My mind is made up. I’m moving back.”

“Yeah?”

Anna smiled at him. “Everything I’ve ever wanted is at home.”

“Home…” Kristoff smiled.

“I want to be with you forever, Kristoff.”

“You’ll marry me then?”

“Of course, I will.” She sighed with passion, and pulled him down for a kiss.

That did him in. Kristoff picked up his pace, leaning back as Anna slid a hand between them to massage her clit. He waited for her to get there before he pulled his last restraint, crying out along with her as pleasure rocked through them.

He stayed with her for a moment before he muttered, “I want to be with you forever, too.” Then he moved her to lay beside her.

“How many kids do you think we’ll have?”

Kristoff chuckled. They both knew from growing up together that they both desired to have a family someday. It came up again when they got their feelings out in the open; Nothing had changed in those five years. They both wanted a family. A big one.

“Four, maybe? Or is that too much?”

“Not at all.” Anna smiled at him, rolling over to place her head in the crook of his shoulder and arm caressing his chest.

“I was thinking we would have a baby or two and adopt as well.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Anna sighed happily, running her fingers through the smatter of hair on his chest.

“Well, whatever happens, whatever the future has in store for us, I am just over the moon that we get to face it together.”

Anna shifted up on her elbow and looked down at him. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” She grinned then kissed him.

A MONTH LATER

Anna set their lunch on the till and came around the counter to give Kristoff a kiss.

“Thanks, baby.” He smiled, setting down the stack of invoices he was organizing.

“Any luck with the ad yet?”

Kristoff nodded. “A guy called this morning. He’ll be here any minute to look at the apartment.”

“Oh good. Hope we can rent it to him.”

Kristoff had moved into Anna’s childhood home within a few days after returning from that amazing weekend up in that cabin. They would stay there for now until Elsa decided if she was going to come home or not. The longer it went on the more it seemed as though she would stay with her girlfriend. If that was the case, Anna and Kristoff aimed to just buy Elsa out of her share of the house.

Some renovations to the store had to be made; the door leading upstairs to the apartment was sealed off and a new one created on the outside wall with a freshly poured concrete walkway leading from the sidewalk for the entry. The work was almost effortless with tools and material at an arms reach. Since no one would be living in the apartment they might as well rent it and get the income.

That and Kristoff needed a little extra cash for the engagement ring he had picked out for Anna.

The front door chime went off and a young man with light brown hair and amused eyes walked in, his gaze scanning the store quickly before spotting Kristoff and Anna at the register.

“Hi there!” He grinned as he walked over. “Are you Kristoff?”

“I am,” he responded, offering his hand.

“Sven,” he said, shaking Kristoff’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“So, you’re new in town?” Kristoff didn’t know what it was, but he immediately had a good feeling about this guy.

“Yup, just the day before. I used to work a bit North of here until they shut down the mill. Not much other work so I came down here looking for a fresh start. Speaking of which, I happened to notice you have a help wanted sign on your door?”

Kristoff nodded. It had been there for so long that he honestly forgot about it. He hadn’t had anyone come in asking for a job except for two years ago when he hired a teenager off the street who never did show up for his first shift.

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Cool.” Sven grinned. “Full-time or part-time?”

“Uh, well, I actually hadn’t thought about-”

“Doesn’t matter, anyway.” He cocked his thumb at his chest. “I’m your man. I’m a quick learner and a really hard worker. You won’t be disappointed in hiring me. Or letting me rent the apartment.”

Kristoff could not help but smile. “You haven’t even seen the place yet.”

“Can’t be any worse than the shithole trailer I was living in before.”

Kristoff looked over his shoulder at Anna. She smiled wide at him, giving him a subtle nod.

“Alright,” Kristoff said, offering his hand once again. He really did seem to immediately like this guy. “The place, and the job, are yours.”

“Noice.” Sven shook Kristoff’s hand again. “You and I are going to become best friends, I can tell.”

#making up for lost time #cee wrote this mess #kristanna smut week 2020 #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au #i told you all i suck at titles #i was stumped honestly on what to call this 'thing'#again its a wordy disaster #you will reach a part where you wonder why the smut didn't start right there #and i honestly don't have an answer lol

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Conception

Kristanna smut week 2020 day 1: In a family way

Word count: 2500

Rating: M (duh)

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Anna and Kristoff want to start a family.

Anna was nervous. She knew she had no reason to be. It’s not like they hadn’t discussed the possibility of this before, it’s just that, they had only spoken in hypotheticals. What if…? No, she wouldn’t let herself be consumed by doubt. She needed to just go for it. Anna took a breath and turned the handle of her chamber door.

“Kristoff?” she called, hoping her husband was already in their shared room. If she wasn’t able to tell him right now, she feared she would lose her nerve and just drop the question entirely. She didn’t want that.

“In here!” he replied from the bathroom. He stepped into the bedroom and smiled when he saw her, her nerves melting away as he approached her with open arms. “I missed you,” he murmured, bringing her into his chest and inhaling deeply. She relaxed into his hold, always able to find comfort in her strong mountain man.

Despite her royal obligations these past few years, they were never closer, Anna always making time for her king, and Kristoff making sure that his ice harvesting trips never kept him away for too terribly long. He had even begun to enjoy some of their royal duties as king and queen, namely the charity events they held. Anna would always stand back and watch with proud eyes as Kristoff doted over the children there, making sure everyone got their share of food and blankets during the cold winter months. He loathed some of the formalities: the meeting of other royal couples and the large banquets, but Kristoff had found his place as king. He was a trailblazer for education, leading the conversations as they met with school teachers about what they could do to help the children of Arendelle thrive. He opened the castle to a family whose house was destroyed in a fire, and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Anna when he led the family’s three adorable children out to meet the reindeer and participated in their games of hide and seek in the castle gardens.

It was moments like these that made Anna so certain that she wanted to start a family with him. Obviously they needed an heir to the throne, but it was so much more than that. It was how their love for each other grew every day. Sometimes she felt almost selfish for keeping all of this love to herself. She knew that, given the chance, Kristoff would be an amazing father who could share that love with a beautiful family.

It was there in Kristoff’s arms that Anna gave into herself. Nerves aside, she knew what her husband’s response would be to her statement. “Kristoff, I want to start a family.”

Kristoff drew back. At first glance, his eyes showed fear, but Anna quickly realized that they sparkled not with fear, but with hope. “I know we’ve talked about this, but you mean, now? You’re ready?” he asked. A smile began to pull at his lips.

Anna nodded, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes. Why was she ever nervous?

Kristoff grabbed her and twirled her around, something he often did with ease. Hearing the sparkling laugh it got out of his wife always made his heart soar, but this time, it was him who was laughing. He seemed so giddy. He placed her back on the ground and pulled her into a strong, loving kiss, one that sent a shiver down her spine. “I love you so much,” he murmured into her mouth.

Just as she was starting to melt into the kiss, he pulled back again. “And, you’re sure, right? Because I mean we don’t have to try for anything right away we can still—“

Anna cut him off with a chaste kiss and laughed. Always looking out for her. Always making sure she was okay. She had never been more sure of anything in her entire life. “I want to start trying tonight, Kristoff. I’m positive. I love you.”

“We’re going to have a baby,” Kristoff whispered in her ear. Anna smiled at his words. She nodded and grabbed his face, gently tilting his chin so that they were gazing at each other.

Kristoff smiled and kissed her lips, but he didn’t stay there for long. His lips moved to her cheek, her ear, and then down her neck, taking root at a place that made Anna’s breath hitch in her throat. His hands ran the length of her back, her dainty fingers trailing feather-like touches up and down his strong arms. She shuddered as she felt his fingers sneak to the ties of her dress. He had become somewhat of an expert at the complicated knots of her dresses, never once removing his mouth from her neck as he fiddled with the strings. Soon the dress came undone, and it pooled onto the floor around Anna’s ankles.

Kristoff stepped back and sighed. Anna noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled, pride swelling in her chest.

“All we’ve done is kiss,” she giggled, pointing to his pants.

Kristoff jokingly glared at her and pulled off his top in one smooth motion. “Have you seen who I’m kissing?” he retorted.

Now it was Anna’s turn to blush and stare. The definition of muscles in his arms and chest, the soft roundness of his stomach—it all sent a spike of desire straight to her core.

A lot of times their sex was rough and feverish. Both spent frequent nights tied up with their respective duties, meaning that they were eager and ready for bed by the end of the day. They were both impatient, stripping away each other’s clothes and fucking passionately under the moonlight, slipping quickly into slumber immediately afterwards.

Tonight, however, as Kristoff guided Anna over to the bed, she noticed that he was being slower, more deliberate. She noticed herself doing the same, the overwhelming love they both felt spilling over into long, gentle kisses and overjoyed giggles. Anna felt like she was glowing, the thought of creating a life with this man pulsing through her like waves of warm light.

Delicate fingers guided Anna’s bustier off of her. She was bare before him, the only thing protecting her from the chill of the night air being her lacy panties.

His eyes were hungry, scanning over her body. He laid her down, gently, placing a kiss on her cheek. He kissed down her neck once more.

Anna squirmed beneath him, a breathy moan escaping her when his lips lightly trailed over the peak of her breast. Kristoff was so loving with his touches, soft lips and gentle tongue lapping at her nipple. Anna’s hands flew up to take hold in his hair as he worked. Her hips bucked up against him as his teeth tugged at one of her peaks and his fingers pinched and rolled the other. His tongue flicked against her nipple while his hand took her breast into loving squeezes, kneading it in his calloused palm and using his fingers to play with the erect bud.

“I love you so much.” The words tumbled out of her as she pulled Kristoff back up to capture him in her mouth. They kissed, lips dancing together as hands roamed and explored. Anna’s slender fingers traced patterns into the definition of his back. She loved the expanse of skin on his back, all worn and strong from years of labor, yet still soft and warm to the touch.

Kristoff groaned as she bit and tugged at his bottom lip. Her hands slipped up into his hair and she ruffled and gave it a slight tug, relishing the hitch in his breathing. His hair was always a bit long and shaggy, but she adored how it looked when it fell into his face, and she loved how it always gave her a place to grab onto when they made love. Her lips traveled to his ear and she exhaled hot breath there, murmuring all of the things she was going to do to him and how much she loved him. Kristoff fell against her in a heap and she rolled him over triumphantly. If she ever wanted control, all she had to do was whisper into Kristoff’s ear and he was gone, turned into a pool of panting and thrusting hips aching for pressure. She loved watching as he squirmed, loved watching the way his cock strained against his pants for her. She loved him, and she wanted to make him feel that love.

Anna worked her way down his chest. She stopped to suck at that spot near the waistline of his pants that made him twitch before finally taking his pants and undergarments in her hand and sliding them down his legs.

Kristoff clamored out of his clothes, the patience he exhibited before dissipating into need. He laid obediently down on the bed. A high pitched moan escaped his mouth as Anna looked him in the eyes and licked a tongue up his shaft. At first, Kristoff had been shy about the softer, higher-pitched moans that left him, but as the two explored each other, Kristoff was able to relax and shed the masculine image he felt the need to portray as king and ice harvester. With her, he was just Kristoff, and he could let his voice come out in a kaleidoscope of tones and pitches.

She loved the way his eyes fluttered closed and his head threw back the second she brought a tongue to his member. The way his cock grew and pulsed in her mouth was intoxicating, and the taste of the precum that leaked out of the head had grown to be something that she lapped up eagerly each time she sucked his cock. She moved her mouth up and down, his fingers tangling themselves in her fiery red hair.

“Yes, God, fuck,” the words tugged themselves out of Kristoff’s lips, strained and airy as he panted and moaned to the rhythm of his sweet Anna’s mouth. Suddenly he pulled at her hair, coaxing her up off of his cock.

Anna was left with her mouth open, a thin line of saliva still clinging to the tip of her tongue. Kristoff guided her back up to him and took her face in his hands. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was tousled and messy, but Anna didn’t think she had ever thought he was sexier.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered again, the excitement he felt something too magical to be kept inside.

Anna giggled and nodded, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Kristoff took her in his arms, wrapping her up and breathing her in. He took in his beautiful Anna, feeling the cold tip of her nose pressed against his chest, the sensation of warm air from her breath tickling his chest.

She felt safe and warm and bright. She felt like she was home. And soon, this home would be joined by another soul, another life. A child that shared the best in her and the best in him. A strong, gentle, spunky little lifeform that they would share and love. Together.

No words needed to be spoken between the two. Kristoff laid Anna down on the bed, pressing her gently beneath him. She was enveloped in warmth and strength, the smell of ice, pine, and winter skies circling her body. She felt so tiny beneath him, so powerless, and yet, this is where she felt the safest. Kristoff’s soft lips grazed her neck and she giggled. She felt him smile against her skin and he playfully nipped at her. There was so much joy between them.

Silence befell the two once more for a moment as Kristoff straightened himself and positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel her warmth and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from diving into her. Their eyes met and she smiled, a sight that melted his heart.

“Are you ready?” It was a simple question, one that had been asked in this context before, and yet, it had never carried this weight. Anna nodded in response, and then, he was inside of her.

It was slow and deliberate. Kristoff lowered himself so that he could press his lips to her cheek and caress her body beneath him as he thrusted into her.

Her hands grasped at his strong back as he hit a spot inside of her that made her hips buck up in pleasure. Moans slipped from her lips with increasing frequency, something that would have once made her worry that they would be heard, but now that they were married, she didn’t care if the whole castle knew how good he made her feel.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He pulled up to gaze into her eyes. “I love you so much.”

She couldn’t stop smiling, even as he hit that place inside of her with each thrust of his hips that made her cry out in pleasure. He was speeding up, his thighs hitting hers with a delicious slapping sound and his hand bracing himself against the mattress so he could angle himself in the way he knew she liked. Anna silently thanked whoever had made this bed so damn sturdy.

“Are- are you sure about this? I’m getting close. I-”

Anna silenced him, pulling him down so that his lips were pressed against her own. “I love you so much, Kristoff. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life. Please, come inside of me.”

Kristoff placed a quick kiss on her forehead. He thrusted into her at a speed that never failed to impress Anna, and soon, he was gone, for the first time not having to worry about pulling out or finishing into his hand. He emptied himself inside of her, hot fluids filling her in the most delightful way. She would certainly need a shower after this, but for now, she reveled in the feeling of him filling her in the most intimate way.

Kristoff grunted and collapsed on top of her as he came, thighs twitching and cock pulsing as the steady stream of cum came to an end.

“That was-”

“Amazing,” Anna said, finishing his thought.

He held her tightly and nuzzled into her neck.

After a quick shower, Anna and Kristoff were all cuddled in bed. Usually, they would have fallen asleep by now, but the two were talking and laughing, coming up with baby names and talking about where to put the nursery.

“You know,” Anna began, Kristoff’s hands holding her dainty ones and stroking them with his thumbs. “Just because you came inside of me once doesn’t mean I’m going to get pregnant.”

“I know. That’s why I was thinking, if you didn’t mind, we could try again tomorrow morning, and tomorrow evening, and well, any time, really.”

Anna giggled at Kristoff’s sheepish smirk and placed a kiss on his nose. “I would love that.”

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anywhozits · 4 years

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Quiet, Princess

thank you so much @thehonestgoods for hosting this I had a blast and am no longer paralyzed with fear of posting my fanfics online anymore BIG WEEK woooo

Rating: M

Words: 2780

Pairing: Kristanna

Prompt: Wild Card (I went for “public” hehe)

Verse: Canonverse pre-Frozen 2

***please note this has more fluff / “plot” than the last few but like still essentially PWOP***

Sometimes Anna can’t hold herself back when she locks eyes with her sexy mountain man… even at important, stuffy, uppity parties filled with dignitaries and ambassadors and villagers…

Late March marked time for the annual Gåsunger Ball, this year held with high esteem in Arendelle. Elsa was up to her neck in preparations and seemingly oozed stress at the very thought of having to plan and then throw this epic Norwegian gala. Arendelle hadn’t hosted for at least a decade and the pressure threatened to crush Elsa’s chest.

Anna had offered her services and actually ended up planning the majority of the details of the ball. The first gåsunger flowers had just started blooming, signifying to the entirety of the northern kingdoms that spring was inching toward them finally, after an especially brutal winter. Working closely with the cooks and bartenders, Anna had solidified the perfect menu, the perfect decorations, the perfect everything. Elsa was grateful, of course, that her paralyzing fear had not gotten in the way of a successful ball, but she felt especially guilty that the only reason this was the case rested on her sister’s shoulders. But Anna didn’t mind. In fact—Anna loved it. She hadn’t been feeling well for the past few weeks and welcomed the party planning distraction with enthusiasm, especially now that the sickness had finally started to go away.

Wearing a full ball gown dotted with both red and blue flowers, hair braided intricately into a bun, Anna strutted through the ballroom, eventually taking off in a full-fledged run once she saw the elaborate flower and ice patterns that adorned the bar. akevitt, Glogg, and fruit ale were featured most prominently, serving as some kind of a bridge between winter and spring. Anna’s eyes became wide with excitement as she grabbed a tulip-shaped glass of akevitt. And then she shrugged slightly, giggling to herself, grabbing a second glass and pouring it into the first. This ball was her doing, after all. She wanted to celebrate.

Akevitt was meant to be sipped, but Anna liked to do things her own way. Five big gulps later and she could swear she felt it already. A tap on her shoulder startled her suddenly and Anna spun around to see her dashing boyfriend, Kristoff, standing there with a goofy grin. She noticed immediately that he had dressed up for her, wearing some black and blue tailored suit that someone from the castle must have put together for him. He looked ravishing in a way that made Anna take in a breath.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said. Purred, more like. Kristoff had a sultry air to his voice that Anna couldn’t deny, and it only made her breath that much more ragged. He leaned in closer to her and gave her a kiss. A brief, quick, somewhat chaste kiss that did nothing but leave Anna wanting more. It was like a flash—a tease. For a split second, Anna felt something shooting between her legs. But then it was gone. As quickly as his lips left hers.

“You’re—it’s you who’s beautiful, Kristoff.” Anna bit her lip. Smiling at him through her eyes, trying to tell him what she wanted without coming right out and saying it. She took another few gulps of her drink. “This is—delicious. You want some? You should have some. I made sure they brought the very best from Lyshom.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said casually, walking over to get himself a glass. Anna felt the exact opposite of casual. She was antsy. She had something zipping through her body at the very thought of locking eyes with her boyfriend again let alone touching him or kissing him… she took a few more gulps of the akevitt, finishing it with a shudder. Satisfied, she took another deep breath, eventually focusing back on Kristoff. The second her eyes focused on his she felt the familiar sensation again. There was a fire in her belly. A desire that needed to be quelled, with only one certain way to quell it.

Dropping her empty glass on a nearby table, Anna made her move. She swayed her hips slightly, strutting with purpose up to him, wetting her hungry lips. As her body closed the gap between them, she brought her hand up to caress his cheek gently. Her lips brushed his, innocent enough at first. But then something intense ignited in her core and she could do nothing but deepen the kiss, swirling her tongue around his with a fiery fervor. As she pulled away from him, her teeth bit down on his bottom lip, tugging it with her as she looked at him with all the passion in the world. She smiled at him then, moving closer until her pelvis met his pelvis. She grinded into him, subtly, somehow, and put her right hand between them, stroking him ever so slightly, enough that she felt him growing hard from her touch, enough that she saw him close his eyes and inhale sharply, clearly enjoying himself… that same desire bubbling within his body.

This didn’t feel fully appropriate. The ballroom was filled with dignitaries and ambassadors as well as Arendellian citizens. While it was possible they paid no mind to the princess and her suitor, Anna also knew that the whispers and gossip around town meant that everybody there was more than just curious about what exactly they did behind closed doors. If, even, they were allowed to be behind closed doors together. The answer, of course, was no. Not technically. They were meant to never truly be alone. But over the years Anna and Kristoff had found a way around the rules.

On her tiptoes, Anna whispered in Kristoff’s ear, so close that it tickled him, “What do you say? Alcove by the library?” Her hand stroked him again. Top to bottom. Kristoff closed his eyes again. Focus. Don’t get too excited too quickly.

He couldn’t even find the words. He just nodded ever so slightly, eyes wide. Anna had a characteristic rosy hue to her cheeks that Kristoff recognized as nothing short of tipsiness. She looked brilliant.

“I’ll meet you there,” she said. They couldn’t leave together or it would raise suspicions. Elsa would probably send Kai or Gerda or … really anybody after them. Or maybe one of the many gala guests would get too curious. But who was Anna kidding? This is what made it fun. This is what made her feel restless, eager.

She bit her lip, then, satisfied. Ready for some real, palpable risk.

Anna pivoted in her heels to walk away from him, leaving Kristoff with his half-finished glass of akevitt, with a slightly stunned look on his face. As much mischief as they would get into during these events, he still never quite believed it. Out of all the eligible bachelors in the castle on a night like this, somehow Kristoff was the one the princess of Arendelle wanted to fuck in a dark corner. He smiled mischievously to himself and gulped down the akevitt quickly, hoping all of the guests had moved on from ogling his stolen moments with the princess so he could slip away with ease. Thankfully, they had. But hopefully in the meantime they hadn’t noticed how tight his pants looked.

Slowly he walked until he finally made it out of the ballroom, sprinting the second the wooden door slammed behind him. He effortlessly located the alcove, one of their favorite mid-party spots, fairly out of sight from the party goers without being completely private.

Kristoff hardly had time to gather his thoughts before his girlfriend jumped him. She pushed him against the dark wood paneled wall, sucking on his neck, grating her teeth onto his sensitive skin. A primal instinct overcame him, and he yelped. Instantly covering his mouth the second he did. People were a few paces away, walking through the nearby corridor. He could feel the buzz, as could she, and that only made them more excited. That only made this all the more urgent and exhilarating. They couldn’t waste their time. More time meant higher risk. And if anybody saw them… the risk was… extraordinary, to say the least. Kristoff’s knees almost buckled at the thought.

“Shh…” Anna said, motioning with a finger to her mouth. It was usually Kristoff who had to remind Anna of this. In the safety of the woods or the stables, Anna could fully embrace the fact that she was loud, but during times like these, she had some tricks that helped her reign it in. Kristoff, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as naturally loud, but also lacked almost all control. “We’ve gotta make this quick. I have a feeling Elsa’s looking for me. Call it … sister’s intuition.”

“I can do quick,” Kristoff said, pressing against her now, showing her how ready he was just from the sight of her.

Anna sighed quietly into him, reaching down to stroke him again over his breeches.

He let out a small moan but then zipped his lips tight together. Quiet. Right.

But he was ready and any more of this would take away from the fun he knew they would have a bit later. He pushed her away from him first and then slammed her into the wall. Quickly, he dropped to his knees, clutching the skirt of Anna’s dress and lifting it over his head, scooting under the fabric and letting go, the skirt ultimately falling around his waist.

He looked up at her, prepared to pull down her drawers ferociously, but his eyes widened in awe as he noticed that she hadn’t worn them at all. She was on display for him, her womanhood there, open, prepared for him and only him. More excitement shot to his member and he felt it pulsating slightly, aching for her. But not now. Not before he gave her a little bit of pleasure first. Perching himself further up on his knees, he took one large hand and pressed it to her clit, rubbing quick circles as his mouth kissed her thighs. His kisses grew closer and closer to his hand and then when they just about met, he moved his hand away, sticking first one and then two thick fingers into her, feeling her growing wetter around him.

Anna had started rolling into him, her hips moving in a natural rhythm. Her knees felt weak and wobbly, unsure how much longer she could take this. How much longer she could even stand up as he made her feel closer and closer to bursting wide open. Her hand gripped onto the wall to stabilize herself and she inadvertently let out another sigh. Too loud. Her other hand shot up to her mouth and she bit the back of it, knowing this was the only way she had a chance of holding in the sounds she so desperately wanted to let out completely.

Kristoff’s other hand had found its way to her thigh, and he grabbed on tightly, squeezing, and then moving it backwards, cupping her ass, squeezing again, still working his tongue over her clit, now three fingers inside of her. Anna bucked against him more, feeling waves crashing around her. So close.

He licked her again, slower now, pulling back slightly and then harder, pushing his fingers deep inside of her, curving them so they hit at just the right angle.

Anna thought she might scream. She bit down hard on her hand. Not another sound. Quiet. Her legs trembled and she almost whimpered but held it together.

His tongue flicked her clit again and all she wanted to do was scream. Kristoff. Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff! But her hand muffled her moans. Almost breaking free when Kristoff sucked gently on her nub, lapping harder, making her dissolve into his touch.

Her knees once again threatened to buckle, her muscles bubbled and twitched and quaked from her toes to her nose. She was left breathless. Complete, whole. Full. Her head fell back to hit the wall behind her.

Kristoff moaned as he felt her body tense around his fingers.

“Kristoff! Shh!” Giggling, Anna kicked him on the thigh.

But he paid no no mind.

Trousers newly balled up at his ankles, Kristoff emerged from under her dress, his erect cock hard, pulsating, ready to burst. Anna licked her lips. She needed him inside of her. She needed him to fill her up with his warmth. Kristoff’s hands seized her waist in sheer resolve and he lifted her up as she hiked her dress up around her waist and he rammed her harder into the wall behind her. His arms were hooked around both of her thighs, holding them up so he could find the perfect angle. He teased her, then. Rubbing his cock along her entrance, around in circles, and then pulling away.

Anna shook her head. She both loved this and hated this. She needed him in that moment more than she needed anything else in life. Her body was crying out for him to complete her. “Kristoff…” She couldn’t stop herself from letting him know exactly how much she desired him. She threw back her head in a moan as the sensation of pulsating between her thighs returned full force. “I need you to—"

“Quiet, princess,” he purred. Happy that this time he wasn’t the one making the commotion. “You need to be quiet.” Kristoff couldn’t help but smile. He loved that she lacked some control tonight. It made him giddy.

But Anna couldn’t control herself. She didn’t just want him--she needed him. Today more than any other day. Tonight more than any other night. She needed him so badly. With all the urgency in the world.

So she said just two more words. “Inside me.”

He obeyed his princess. He entered her slowly to start, and Anna bit her hand again, feeling a sense of completeness as he filled her. As Kristoff felt her heat surround him, he bit his lip, trying to contain his own moans.

He picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her quickly, slamming her further into the wall, tensing his buttocks as he did so. Harder. Faster. Faster!

Kristoff gripped harder on Anna’s thighs, feeling the urge again to cry out, suppressing it only by feeling her smooth skin in his hands. His pelvis had continually hit against her clit, and she felt it again as it crashed through her, lower this time, making her feel exactly like she was dead weight. Like she could sink into the floor and collapse for hours after such a high. When Kristoff felt her waves of pulsating pleasure around his cock, he just about lost himself. The thought of making Anna come again was enough to send him over the edge. He thrusted into her once more, hard, deep… as deep as he could go.

And then he slowed down, he rolled his body into hers, close now. His body started shaking, overcome by feelings, overcome by joy, overcome by … euphoria, deep inside of her as he filled her with his warmth.

They stayed there, Anna against the wall, thighs still held up by Kristoff’s ice harvester arms, panting together for what felt like a few minutes. He finally pulled out of her and as his juices started dripping down her thighs, Anna softly cursed to herself.

“I should’ve worn my drawers…”

Kristoff laughed, probably a little too loudly. Now that he wasn’t as distracted, he again heard the commotion of the ball and the clattering of busy feet walking in the corridor that was only a few feet away. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you a cloth.”

Zipping her legs together to try to not leave any evidence all over the floor, Anna smiled at him. Noting how rosy his cheeks were now. How flustered and full and … beautiful he looked.

“I love you, Kristoff,” she said, kissing him as deeply as she could in her current position.

“I love you, too, Anna.”

He left her, then, to find her a handkerchief and hopefully not raise too many suspicions.

But then she was all alone, briefly reflecting on the night. To reflect on him, Kristoff Bjorgman, the man she loved. She hadn’t thought she would be ready to get engaged again for a while. She had told him as much—the time with Hans had been scarring to put it lightly. But now… now she felt ready. She wanted to marry this man. She wanted to marry Kristoff Bjorgman and it both terrified her and made her feel calm and protected all at the same time.

Even if the rest of the guests didn’t think so, the Arendellian Gåsunger Ball for Anna at the very least was now officially a resounding success. Because it gave her the confidence to have and imagine a future. Somehow, while pushed against a wall in the alcove next to the library, Anna had found her trust again.

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reindeersweaters · 4 years

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Not Enough

SMUTWEEK : DAY ONE!

Prompt : In a Family Way

Words: 1565

Rating : M (obvs)

Canon compliant AU

Summary: Queen Anna overhears a conversation between several other women that causes her great concern over the state of her marriage.

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“So, I heard something interesting this evening.” Anna said as she and Kristoff entered their chambers.

They had finished putting the children to sleep in their respective rooms, which had been a task after the exciting evening events of a dinner party, but now it was just the two of them.

“Oh?” Kristoff asked holding out his hand for her to use as a balance so she could pull off her shoes. “And what was that?”

“Lady Johannsen is going to have a baby in the spring.”

“Well how nice for them.” Kristoff nodded with a faint smile on his face. “I bet Lord Johannsen is very happy.”

“Mhmm.” Anna said reaching around to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace.

“And I’m sure Lady Johannsen was excited.”

“Mhmm.” She struggled to get the hook undone.

“Was there something else bothering you?” Kristoff asked her, his hands moving to help with the delicate chain.

“Well… Not particularly…”

“What is it, Anna?” He asked dropping a quick kiss to the base of her neck, admiring the goosebumps that broke out on his wife’s pale skin.

Secretly this was one of his favorite dresses because it left so much of her shoulders exposed. He loved seeing all her freckles in their immaculate glory.

“It’s just…” She continued. “When the pregnancy was announced there were several other ladies around me and they kept saying things that… well things that, frankly, I didn’t understand.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well…” A faint blush came to her cheeks. “Do… do you think there’s something wrong with the way we do things?”

“What do you mean?” Kristoff felt his brow furrow in confusion.

“I mean things… in here… in the bedroom.” Her cheeks were even pinker than before.

“Are you lodging a formal complaint?”

“No! Not at all! I mean, I enjoy what we do! I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied. I think you’re wonderful, as you well know! I mean… we have three children and I’m usually pretty vocal.”

“That you are.” Kristoff chuckled.

“I just… I guess it’s not very common… what we do.”

“Anna, what on earth are you talking about?”

“Well,” she went to sit on the edge of the bed and began removing her stockings, “some of the older ladies began talking about how… now that Lady Johannsen’s in a family way the… ‘spark’ will be gone.”

“Oh?” Kristoff said.

�� He came to kneel before her and help her take her stockings off slowly.

“Yes.” She breathed out a small sigh whenever his thumb brushed against her calf. “I guess once you have children… a lot of the desire goes away? Or at least, that seems to be the case for most people.”

“Not us?”

“Not us…” Anna sighed a little heavier as he moved to help her with the other leg. “I mean… I don’t feel that way… Do you?”

“No,” he leaned forward to place the smallest of kisses on the inside of her ankle, “if anything I want you more.”

“That’s what I said!” She exclaimed and Kristoff raised an eyebrow. “I mean not in those words, but I assured Lady Johannsen that a child only causes the love between a couple to grow! And then all the other women laughed at me. They actually laughed!”

“Well that’s rude.” He kissed up her leg a little more. “It’s remarkably disrespectful to laugh at a queen, I would think.”

“I just… I just got to wondering if maybe we were doing something wrong. To have a family and still desire one another the way we do. To still… burn so brightly for each other.”

Her eyes were dark as she looked at him, and familiar heat was coiling low in his belly.

“Well do you feel like I’m doing something wrong?” His lips had reached her knees at this point.

“No.” She whispered, still regarding him closely.

“How about now?” His lips trailed up her inner thighs.

“No!” The words came out more like a moan.

“Then what’s got you so worried?” He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, rucking up her skirts as he went.

“I don’t remember.” She squirmed beneath him.

“If you ever want me to stop…” he gently teased her with his fingers over the top of her bloomers rubbing in wide, lazy circles. “You need only say so.”

“No!” She growled this time.

“Are you telling me ‘no’ you don’t want me to stop? Or are you telling me ‘no’ because you do want me to stop? I’m a little confused.” He pretended to be perplexed.

“Kristoff,” she growled, grasping the collar of the nice shirt he was wearing and jerking him up so she could smash her lips to his.

“That wasn’t a clear answer.” He smiled against her fervent mouth.

His fingers kept petting her over the fabric of her bloomers, become a bit more intentional in his teasing.

“Did you want me to stop, Anna?” He huffed against her mouth.

She mewled in reply.

“Well,” he nipped her bottom lip, “do you?”

Then she stood suddenly, surprising him. She turned him and pushed him back on the bed, and stepped out of her bloomers in a flash.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, feigning seriousness.

“What does it look like?” She began to undo his pants and jerk them down.

Kristoff threw back his head against their soft goose down blankets and groaned as she wrapped her mouth around his already hardening length.

“Looks like you’re too impatient to let me help you get undressed.” He said and then let out a hiss as she flicked her tongue over him and then released him with a pop.

“We’ll have time for that later.”

Then without any more warning she straddled his hips, her skirts flaring out around her and lowered herself onto him.

“Oh!” She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

His hands automatically fisted in the fabric at her hips.

“My god, Anna.” He groaned bucking his hips up a bit at the feel of her. “Please move.”

“Now who’s impatient?” She smirked at him, but then she began to rock against him.

He silently cursed her for not letting him take her clothes off, because he wasn’t getting the pleasure of touching her bare waist, or her magnificent breasts. There were so many layers in the way. He tried to sit up so he could kiss her exposed shoulders, leave a mark on her neck, but she pushed him back down.

“Anna.” He groaned, fingers going up to trail along her sensitive collarbones. “I want to feel you.”

“Later.” She shivered beneath his touch.

Then she began to rock against him faster, rolling her hips in a way that made him briefly forget his own name.

“Anna!” He sighed, reaching under her skirts to the only bit of skin he could reach and grasped her thighs tightly.

“I’m already so close, Kris.” She panted.

“Really?” He cocked his head when he looked at her.

“Mhmm.” She whined. “I guess I spent so much time thinking about you this evening it got me all riled up.”

“Well you know I love it when you’re all riled up.” He squeezed her thighs tightly and she giggled in response.

He took a moment to admire her in all her glory. Her regal gown. Her hair still carefully fashioned. The fancy earing’s she’d switched out at least six times swaying with her movements. Her crown still perched (albeit a bit crooked) atop her head. Her eyes bright as she looked down at him.

Ugh, and that bare neck.

He sat up quickly despite her earlier efforts to keep him laid flat and fastened his lips to her throat.

“Oh, Kristoff!” She gasped and pulled tight against him.

He knew she was just about to keen over the edge, and frankly, so was he. Usually he had more stamina, but the fact that she couldn’t even wait to take her dress off was doing things to him. The fact that she’d spent the evening thinking of him was enough to make his head swim. The fact that she could move her hips the way she did…

His hand slipped over to her center and his calloused fingers rubbed in precisely the right motion (he’d had years of practice, after all) to make her cry out and clutch him tightly. The feeling of her coming apart around him was enough to send him over the edge.

Briefly, he thought to whether or not it was strange that they still made each other burn so brightly. Was there something abnormal about them? No, he reasoned, this was just years of love, years of practice, and years of putting one another first.

Anna leaned her head against his shoulder as she caught her breath and he leaned over to kiss her fringe.

“Whew.” She sighed and sat upright to look into his eyes. “Well I’d say the spark’s still there, don’t you think?”

“I’d say so.” He murmured giving her a kiss.

“Here, help me out of this dress and we can go again.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He chuckled. “I’m not as young as I once was.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

“Apparently.”

“Who knows, maybe we’ll make another baby?”

“Mmm, three’s not enough?”

“Nope.” She giggled.

“Didn’t think it would be.”

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lukin08 · 4 years

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Beautiful

For Kristanna Smut week 2020 Day 4

Prompt: Worship at the alter

One shot, Modern AU

Rating: M

Words: 2840

A loud tap-tap echoed off the door. Kristoff leapt towards it, pausing before reaching for the doorknob. He didn’t want her to think he had been staring at the door waiting for her to come for the last thirty minutes, even if that was exactly what he had been doing. Something was off in her voice when she called to see if he was home and ask if she could come over early.

He took a calming breath and opened the door. Anna blew in and stomped right past him, peeling off her gloves, her cheeks rosy from the cold.

“Kristoff! You have no idea what-”

His hand caught her arm and pulled her to him. Anna’s little startled “oh” was cut off in a puff of breath against Kristoff’s lips right before he kissed her softly. Snowflakes melted when he brushed his hand over her hair and moved to cup her jaw. He could feel the tension in her start to ease as she leaned her body into him.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Kristoff whispered.

Anna pushed away from his chest, turning her face away from him. “Stop,” she said feigning embarrassment. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

She looked up at him with startled blue eyes. That’s when he noticed they were bloodshot. Kristoff ran a finger along Anna’s cheek. “What happened?” his voice full of concern.

He took her hand and went to lead her to the couch, but she stayed in place, refusing to move. When he looked back, Anna had a determined look set on her face. She took a hurried step to Kristoff, pulling him down to her, her mouth meeting him with no warning. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. This one was feral and sharp in its intensity.

Anna broke suddenly from the kiss. “I need you,” she practically whined. Her hands slipped under Kristoff’s t-shirt, moving up to skate over his chest.

His head was spinning, caught in the confusion of not knowing what was happening, but not wanting it to end. “...what? Anna wait. Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

“Later.”

“Anna…”

“If you want to know what you can do. If you want to help me. This is what I need. Right now.”

There was no hesitation as he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

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Kristoff laid facing Anna. The collar of his t-shirt was loose on her, exposing her collarbone to him. He wanted to duck his head down and taste it, run his tongue along the length of her neck until he found the spot behind her ear. She always let out the most decadent little moans when he kissed her there that aroused him to no end.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes flicked up at Anna. He knew she had caught him staring, lost in a thought he couldn’t stop his mind from going to. His hand moved down to the back of Anna’s neck and he rubbed.

“Don’t be.”

Anna had torn off his shirt as soon as they had made it to his bedroom, pulling him back for a fiery kiss as he unbuckled the belt to his jeans and kicked them off. His hands tugged at the hem of her skirt, urging it up along her thighs. Anna was happy to rid herself of the uncomfortable work clothes she had on. But when he helped her remove her shirt, something had changed.

The bold Anna who had pressed her body to his, the one who gave him a wicked grin when he groaned with frustration as she cupped and squeezed the all too restricted erection in his jeans had disappeared. Her lip trembled, her confidence gone as the reminder of whatever had happened earlier that evening took over.

They didn’t go any further after that. They ended up in bed, Anna curled up in Kristoff’s shirt. “It smells like you,” she said, offering a small smile when she laid down next to him and he pulled the covers over them.

Then he waited.

“But…aren’t you…you know…?” Anna gestured under the blanket, her eyes casting downward.

Kristoff let out a low chuckle. He couldn’t deny that the timing of this was less than ideal. His entire body ached for her, but it could wait. “I’m okay. But can you tell me what’s going on?”

“This is all so stupid. I know it is. I know better than to let these things bother me.”

Kristoff could usually listen to her talk all night. There was something in her voice, the way she spoke to him that drove him crazy. With other people, Anna’s voice was all bounce. ‘How ARE you?’ ‘It’s so good to SEE you!’ But with Kristoff, it was low and warm, with a sexy hesitation. But that wasn’t what he heard now. Anna’s voice was timid and unsure. It killed him to hear her like this.

“Being upset isn’t stupid, Anna. What’s going on?”

She blew out a breath up to her bangs then rolled into Kristoff. He rubbed her back as she grumbled something into his chest.

“Babe, talk to me.”

“I should be used to this. I mean, I guess I AM used to it. I see it all the time...”

He’d heard some of this before. About the sleazy sales rep in her field. How some would come to her office, hitting on the other woman. Not her, Anna would always emphasize, stating she wasn’t pretty enough. Kristoff knew that wasn’t why. She shared her last name with that of the company. There was a reason they steered clear of her. He was thankful for that, but it made his blood boil nonetheless.

Anna told him how she and her boss met one of their sales reps and a client downtown for an early dinner. “You know that one bar down on Rush where the celebrities and athletes go trying to be seen…“

They were sitting at the bar waiting for a table when the client spotted a well known basketball player sitting in a reserved area across from them. The client and rep started making comments about the several women seated around the player. She tolerated it for a long time until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“... and you know what that asshole said after I told him I didn’t feel the conversation was appropriate?” Anna paused, a bright red blush spreading across her cheeks. It was the first time Kristoff ever heard her swear and damn did she save it for the right time.

“He told me if I found some more flattering clothes, did my hair, prettied up my face a little more and hid all my freckles that I could sit over there too! Can you believe the nerve!”

She was a ball of nerves, her hands fidgeting under the blanket. Kristoff slipped his hand over hers and she grasped it tightly. He wound his other hand through her hair, hoping it would calm her down some. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and keep the surge of needing to protect her at bay. He was well aware that Anna could take care of herself in situations like this, but it didn’t stop the need to keep her safe from bubbling up deep inside him.

“Please tell me he didn’t get away with that.”

Anna shook her head. “My boss heard it all. Cut the rep off on the spot and canceled dinner. He made sure I got back to my car and I came straight here. He said he’s going to handle it on Monday. I think they're going to fire the rep.”

“Good,” Kristoff answered tersely.

“It’s going to be my fault.”

Kristoff’s hand moved down to the back of Anna’s neck and he rubbed. “Let go of the fucking guilt. Whatever happens, he deserves it.”

“Not like he didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. They never do.”

Kristoff’s breath became more rapid, his fingers rougher against her neck. With all of Anna’s outwardly confidence, there was still the underlying self doubt that would rear up. Living in the shadow of her sister, always second best took its toll over the years. As much as he hated it, Kristoff understood why it was there from the stories she told him.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss into her hair. “You’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”

“I told you before you don’t need to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Compliment me like that.”

“I only speak the truth.”

Anna lifted her head, pushing herself up on her elbow. Hair waved over her shoulder, wild. Her eyes were bottomless, her lips winter-chapped and swollen from their earlier kisses. Kristoff had meant what he said: she was beautiful to him.

She walked her fingers across the sheets and then up his arm. “If you’re trying to get me back in the mood, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m feeling better now. It all worked out. Just had to get it off my chest.”

“Are you sure?”

Her mouth meeting his was her answer, teeth biting at his lower lip. They stayed like this for a long time, hands softly exploring each other. A finger trailed down Kristoff’s arm and over his chest. Anna rested her palm over his heart.

“You’re heart’s beating faster,” she whispered.

“You do that to me.”

“Uh-uh.” Anna’s voice was light as she teased him, but under it, she sounded unsure. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

She rolled away and onto her back. Kristoff followed, moving to hover just above her. He dipped his head down to kiss her again. “Oh, you are.”

“Come on.” Anna let out a small, anxious laugh.

“Why does it make you nervous to get a compliment?” Kristoff lips trailed over her until he found her collarbone, kissing the delicate skin.

“Because...” Anna gasped, the sound sweet against Kristoff’s ears. “That’s not who I am. Nobody sees me like that.”

Kristoff wretched his head up and stared at her. She was breathing hard, her hair fanned out behind her on the pillow. He wanted her like this all the time.

“You have no idea how much power you have, do you?”

Anna’s breath whooshed out. “Me?” Her voice was small.

“You drive me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” Anna shuddered under his gaze. “Are you still sure you want to do this?”

Anna nodded.

“Then I would like to do it my way tonight, if that is okay with you.”

She nodded again. “Yes.”

“And you’ll tell me if you want to stop?”

“Yes, but only if you tell me more.”

He bent lower, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “When I’m near you, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Like earlier?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you hurting now?” Anna whispered.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Anna’s hand darted to Kristoff’s crotch, cupping his erection. He swore under his breath when her hand dipped in between the waistband of his underwear, pushing them off and gripping his length. Kristoff’s breathing was labored, rough and intent. He was already so close, but this was not how he wanted the night to go. Swiftly, he grabbed her and pinned Anna’s wrist to the pillow.

“Baby, I said my way.”

Kristoff waited for Anna to nod again before his fingers left her wrist. He caressed her under her shirt, running up along her side. He cupped the swell of her breast and pinched her nipple to hear her gasp. She cried out when he sucked hard on her neck. He wanted to bury himself in her and show her exactly what she did to him.

Getting her out of her shirt took seconds. Spread out below Kristoff on the bed, she was soft, hot, solid. Her hair was the color of fire, scattered over the freckled lines of her shoulder. His eyes scanned down the expanse of her soft curves, settling at the juncture between her legs where he wanted to sink into and never leave.

“Perfect.”

He leaned down to kiss her again. Anna arched toward Kristoff as his lips moved down her skin.

“Amazing.”

His mouth captured her breast.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

Anna’s head jerked up and their eyes caught. Her cheeks were red. “Don’t.”

“What do you mean, don’t?”

“Don’t say that when it’s not true. I’m not beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I...” her eyes darted away and back. “I trust you to tell me the truth. “I know you love me. I do. And I love you. It's okay for you not to say that. I just want you to be honest with me. Any compliments I’ve gotten before… I know there was always a motive behind them. I knew not to believe them.”

Kristoff stared up at her. “I’m not those people.”

“I know that.”

“Do you? If I say you’re beautiful, it’s because you are.”

Anna sucked in a breath, searching Kristoff’s face. There was so much wanting in her arched brows, her parted lips. He pinched the peak of her nipple, aiming for her sweet spot between pleasure and pain. “Understood?” Squeezing her eyes shut, she dipped her head. “Say it. Say, ‘Yes, Kristoff, I believe you. I’m beautiful.’”

“Jesus,” she groaned. “No.”

He slapped the inside of her thigh, just enough for her to feel the sting. She jumped. Her eyes went unfocused, and her lips twitched in the little smile that always gave her away.

“I’m waiting.”

“I can’t say that.”

“Why?”

I just can’t. You don’t understand.”

Kristoff moved to Anna’s side, his fingers running up her thigh until he squeezed the crease between her hips and leg. “Legs apart, baby. Remember it's my way.”

A shiver ran over her. She bit her lip and slowly opened her thighs.

“More,” he ordered.

Keeping her eyes on Kristoff’s, Anna took a deep breath. “Kris…” his name slipped from her mouth, halfway between a snarl and a plea. Very lightly, he ran one finger over her folds.

“So beautiful.” He stroked her, continuing to tease her. “So fucking wet and waiting.”

She whimpered then let out a thready breath. “Oh—” Anna thrust upward, her inhibitions fading as Kristoff pushed her arousal higher. He worked a second finger into her tightness, wanting to overwhelm her. He lowered head to her, aching to fuck her out of her mind. But he would wait.

“Gorgeous,” Kristoff whispered into her ear before kissing down her jaw to capture her mouth.

Anna’s whimpers filled the air. Her thighs were spread wantonly, her most private places exposed to him. “Kristoff, please.”

“I know this is hard for you.” Kristoff’s breath tickled her skin as he spoke between his kisses.

“You don’t get it. I’m not supposed to think about myself. I was always-”

Her words were cut off with his mouth. Kristoff shifted again to move above her. “I don’t give a fuck”, he hissed, “about what you were told or what was expected or what you were supposed to think.”

He pushed back on his knees and gripped her hips, pulling her abruptly towards him. Anna gasped, her body bucking to meet his. His hand found her again. She was quivering against him, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Please, I need you,” she moaned.

Kristoff pushed his face next to hers and her hands clasped the back of his head. Heat rose from her skin.

“Now, are you ready to tell me the truth?”

She panted, her breath coming rapidly. “Yes.”

“Then tell me.”

“Yes, Kris.” Her eyes were two dark wells, beckoning him to drown. “I believe you. I’m beautiful.”

“Say it again.” He spread her open.

“I’m beautiful.”

Anna clutched the sheets as Kristoff knelt over her, eagerness written all over her face. He dove in one long thrust. She let out a cry, her arms and legs winding around him. Kristoff took her slowly, savoring her. Her eyes closed as he whispered more compliments into her neck, pulling up her hips to go deeper. She was so responsive. So hungry for his love that he would give her freely until his last breath.

“Don’t stop.” Anna's eyes were glassy with lust — she was glowing. “It’s so much, it feels so— Oh God.” Her back bowed sharply, her mouth opening in a soundless gasp as she was sent over the edge.

“Beautiful,” Kristoff panted. “The most beautiful girl.”

His orgasm crested right after. He squeezed her hips as he came, her breathy little moans driving him over the edge.

They stayed twined together for a long time. When Anna scooted close, Kristoff pulled her head down to his shoulder to let her snuggle into him. She stroked his chest, her touch gentle and intimate.

“Get some rest,” Kristoff murmured into Anna’s hair right before sleep enveloped them both.

The next morning the sun’s first rays woke Kristoff. He stretched out in the bed, turning and pulling Anna into the circle of his arms. His fingers traced up and down her arm, enjoying the stillness of the new day.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

Anna lifted her head. This time when she looked at him, there was no hesitation or protest. Her smile was as bright as the sun itself.

“Morning.”

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feistypaants-archived · 4 years

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One in the Five-Hole

Rating: M Words: 2545 Pairing: Kristanna

Notes: Kristanna Smut Week 2020! Day 3: Turnabout is Fair Play // Mutual Masturbation. Hockey AU! sometimes roadies keep people apart for many days.

Enjoy!

Anna was pacing as she held the phone to her ear, ringing, ringing, ringing, until it went to voicemail again. The robotic voice still made her laugh because who honestly didn’t change their voicemail message in this day and age, and then his voice popping in just to say Kristoff? in his very confused little way hit her again, making her actually laugh out loud.

God she missed him.

“Hi honey, was hoping to catch you before the game but you’re probably napping…” Anna twirled her hair between her fingers and took in a deep breath, tension rising in her shoulders. “Just wanted to wish you good luck. I love you. I’ll be watching.”

She hung up with a sigh and looked around the big empty house. She loved her life so much, but her husband’s job kept him away more than she’d like. If she had it her way, they’d literally never have to be apart. Not even for one minute.

But she couldn’t go on every roadie with him. That wasn’t practical. That, and his coach had said no. Which she was kind of aggravated about. Because her family owned the team. But ultimately it wasn’t her call, and she didn’t want to cause any problems for Kristoff.

With a roll of her eyes, Anna dragged herself across the living room to plop down onto the big couch, sighing with relief and it cradled her. She had chosen this couch specifically because it had felt like a warm hug, and she needed this when Kristoff was gone for weeks at a time. Paired with his well worn high school hockey shirt, pulled up over her nose so she could smell him, it was almost like he was here.

Barely.

The fact that this was a long trip, keeping them on the road and away from her for ten excruciating days, wasn’t exactly helping. Add in that he was on the other side of the country and they couldn’t seem to get their phone calls lined up, so they hadn’t spoken in three days? Anna was about ready to explode.

She knew one way to relieve that tension… And she thought, maybe, someone else would enjoy it, too.

Tapping her phone against her chin, Anna took a brief moment to decide if it was worth being that risqué and possibly making Kristoff scold her about how she was too trusting in technology, before she decided to fuck it, and moved to shimmy her way out of her leggings, dropping them and her panties on the floor.

Anna sat up, her legs folded under her butt, slid her hands between her thighs, and angled her phone camera down to catch the way his shirt barely covered her, pushed up to the crease between her legs and her hips, with her fingers just disappearing…

Missing you was the only caption she sent it off with.

Two hours later, right before he had to be at the arena, and well after she had decided to actually take care of herself, she finally got a response.

Fuck.

——

Kristoff hadn’t exactly played his best game that night. To be fair, he was distracted and his mind kept drifting off to his shirt, bunched around her thighs, his shirt, flowing gently over hard nipples, his shirt, too close, fingers tangled in it as they worked —

He cursed as a puck flew right by his hand, the goal buzzer going off behind him.

Fuck.

Coach had berated him in the locker room, telling him off, threatening to pull him if he couldn’t get it together. He didn’t blame him one bit. He had let three easy goals get past him in just the first period.

Damn it.

He had done his best to work off some of his tension during the break - Paced around, punched some things, broke a stick in half out of frustration - but he knew only one thing would really help, and he didn’t have time to deal with that.

Second period went better than the first. He had only let one goal in, and it was definitely a harder shot to block, but he was still annoyed. Coach laid off him at least. That, and the offensive guys were stepping it up, getting in more shots on goal, catching them right back up to the opposition.

Then finally, with thirty-nine seconds to spare, Sven scored one through the five-hole and won them the game.

Thank God.

Kristoff left as quickly as possible. He knew reporters were waiting to ask him about his rough first period and the comeback from his best friend, but all he could think about was getting to the hotel and calling his wife and fucking her as best he could over the phone.

Which may not be very well, but he’d sure as hell try.

So the second he could lock his door behind him he moved to rip off his game day suit, dialing his wife as he threw his tie that was barely on in the first place over the back of a chair, followed by his blazer and his belt, and when she finally picked up, his hands were already working on the button of his trousers.

“Why,” he started, groaning into the phone. “Would you send me that right before a game?”

Anna’s laugh was breathy, and he could hear the post-game coverage playing in the background. She must’ve fallen asleep watching. He hated being on the opposite coast.

“Did I wake you?”

He could almost see the soft, sleep drunk smile that would cross her lips when he came home late from games and woke her up just to kiss her before going back to the living room to watch over tapes.

“S’okay,” she mumbled, and he could see her stretching her arms over her head. “You won?” She always asked when she dozed off, whether he was home or away. She liked it when he told her, because she liked how excited he got when he was the one to tell her.

“Yeah,” he laughed, a smirk pulling at his mouth. “No thanks to you.”

“Sorry, honey.”

“Sure you are.”

Her voice was warming up now, more awake with every word. “Did you like it?” But the uncertainty started leaking in. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… right before —“

“Did I—“ he stammered, ready to reassure her with everything he had. “Shit, babe, of course.” He sighed and pulled at his collar. “I just… couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Kristoff let out a soft laugh. “It was… distracting, to say the least.”

She was quiet, and he knew she was busy second guessing herself.

“I just,” he spoke, lowering his voice to a warmer tone, hoping that just hearing him would be enough. “I miss you so much, and you’re so god damn sexy…”

Her little giggle that he knew accompanied a blush was enough to keep going.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you in that shirt,” he took a shuddering breath, doing his best to just be confident. “Bent over the counter as I fucked you until you couldn’t walk.”

“Oh.”

His smile grew as he listened to her take in a loud gasp of air before FaceTime started ringing. He answered immediately.

“Do you wanna?”

An overwhelming fondness shook through his heart as he took her in, cheeks bright red and hair mussed from her tossing and turning, his shirt still hanging off her shoulders as she wiped smudged eyeliner from her lower lashes.

“Oh,” he laughed, moving to his suitcase to grab his iPad and switch the video chat to somewhere a little more hands free. “So you only want to see me for sex, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, Bjorgman, cry about how your wife wants to fuck you so badly she’ll settle for watching you jack off.”

They hadn’t done this since their early days of dating, but it all came flooding back so easily.

With a wink, he set the tablet down on the nightstand before moving across the room to get undressed. Bending over to pull off his socks, he couldn’t help but laugh as Anna cheered from the screen, whooping and shouting “Yeah, baby, show me that ass!”

“Only if you show me yours,” he replied, turning to see her settling her own tablet down on the desk across from the bed, already in the process of turning her back to him and pulling the shirt up and over the swell of her bottom. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he felt his whole mouth go dry.

She laughed at his expression, clearly taken aback but so, so excited, as he unfastened the buttons of his shirt, leaning closer to the screen.

“Like what you see?”

“I’d like it better if I could touch you.”

Her hands ran down her back, fingers squeezing into her cheeks as he let out an audible groan. “Just a few more days…” She pressed them together, sighing as the moving skin stimulated her just enough to get her going. “Until then…”

She leaned forward just so, her thighs rubbing together just right, her hands lifting her bottom just a little, and when he finally could see the slight swell of her he could imagine so clearly how she tasted, could feel years of her on his tongue, and his cock sprung immediately to attention.

“Shit.”

He watched with anticipation as she turned to face him, clenching his jaw as she intentionally adjusted the shirt to cover her front, and eagerly pulled his own button down out from the tuck in his slacks. When his chest was bared and his pants slipped lower on his hips, anna sighed with contentment, muttering out a simple “thank God.”

With a laugh, Kristoff pulled at the zipper, loosening the fabric around his swollen cock, and repeated her words right back at her. “Like what you see?

Anna sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes darting all over the screen like she couldn’t decide what part of him to devour first. “I thank the universe every single day for giving me a hockey playing husband. Damn it, you’re so fucking hot.”

He pulled his pants down over his ass and thighs, only his tight boxer briefs keeping his decency. Even if they left nothing to the imagination.

“It doesn’t hurt that you’ve got that massive dick, either.”

He laughed.

“God all I want to do right now is ride you until you can’t form coherent words.”

That did it. Just her words had a touch of precum dripping from his achingly hard cock. “God damn it, Anna.”

“Let me see!” Her voice sang out the last word, a smile so wide on her lips he couldn’t help but bend to her will.

Pulling the waistband of his underwear down, he almost sighed with relief as his cock was free, and he immediately ran his palm up the shaft, groaning as he realized just how pent up he was.

“Your turn,” he grumbled, his thumb pressing down on the slit of his dick, his eyes blown out and hungry.

“Well, fair’s fair.” She pulled the t-shirt up and over her head in one swift motion, revealing hard and perky nipples, and a soft patch of hair that disappeared between her thighs. One hand went to her breast, squeezing and fondling, and she watched his eyes widen as she worked, her nipple slipping just between her fingers.

The other… well, she couldn’t wait. She traced the curve of her hip before spreading her thighs and dipping her fingers into her already wet sex. “I miss you so much,” she whispered, circling nimble digits over her sensitive bud.

“Me, too, fuck,” he was already short of breath, his hand moving up and down his cock with wild abandon. “Wanna see.”

Anna lifted one foot to the bed, opening herself up to him, as her fingers spread the natural slickness of her all over her skin. She slid one finger in, thrusting gently, and as amazing as it was to see, Kristoff couldn’t help it when his gaze moved up to her face, flushed red, excited, open, so, so beautiful….

“Love you,” he sighed, his eyes being drawn back downwards as she slid another finger in, pumping in and out as her thumb rolled frantic circles higher. He knew how to please her, but there was something fresh and exciting about watching her do this to herself.

Her eyes were struggling to stay open, her lip already swollen and red as she clamped it down between her teeth, desperate to keep her eyes on him. “L-love… you.” Words became difficult for her, he knew, and he let out one small laugh at her squeaked confession.

Soon the only noises between them were breathy sighs, soft moans, grunts, and the delicious sound of wet fingers and wet skin, as they kept their focus on one another and oh, oh how good it felt. But when he saw her shoulders tensing, saw the familiar pulse of her lower abdomen, he scooted down the bed just slightly.

“You close, baby?”

“S-so… ah…”

His hand sped up on himself, desperate and eager. “Come on, baby, I want to see you…”

Anna threw her head back, hair spilling behind her shoulders as she thrusted fingers inside herself, as her toes curled and whole body clenched, as a loud, broken moan tore from her throat.

“Yes, baby, come on.”

Her hand slowed as she came, and he could see her lips throbbing around her shaking digits. It was barely a second before he followed suit, leaning back to cum on his own belly, a bitten back groan rumbling low in his throat. “Fuck.”

After a moment of still, she fell back on the bed, a loud breath escaping her as her hand gently stroked over her pelvis. “So much better with you than alone.” She smiled as he chuckled, sitting back up to grab the iPad and place it on the nightstand before she cuddled back under the comforter.

Kristoff took the time she was distracted to clean himself up before following her lead and curling up under the blankets with the iPad on the nightstand. “Agreed.”

“Better?” Her eyes were dancing over his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and sweaty hair, adoration warming her from the inside out.

“Much.”

“God, I love you.”

Kristoff smiled, patting his hand twice over his heart. “I love you more.”

“You’re home on Wednesday, right?”

“Late, but yeah.”

Anna tucked her hands under her cheek, eyes soft and dreamy as she started to doze off. “I cannot wait.”

“Me neither, babe.”

“Stay on ‘til I sleep?”

Pulling one of the spare pillows to his chest, hoping to somehow emulate the feel of holding her in his arms, Kristoff buried his nose into the cushion. “I’ll stay on until you wake up if you want.”

Anna grinned and reached beside her, reappearing with the raggedy brown bear he had gotten her as a gift before his first long roadie. “I think I’d love that.”

He yawned, and nodded. “Then we’ll do that.”

Kristoff had almost forgotten how much he loved watching her fall asleep.

Until she started snoring.

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punkpoemprose · 4 years

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Creative Solutions- A Kristanna Smut Week Fic

For Day 1 of Kristanna Smut Week 2020- “In a Family Way”

Universe: Canon (Post F2)

Rating: M (Mature, 18+, for smut, obviously)

Word Count: 2250

A/N: Well friends we’re here once again. Smut week! I’m so excited about this year’s prompts and I hope y’all will enjoy reading what I wrote for this week, because I had so much fun writing these fics!

TW for pregnancy.

It had started so innocently. Her feet had ached. Her feet always ached at the end of the day, and it only made sense for the extra weight she was carrying. She swore that she was about to pop any day now, and while Kristoff was always more than happy to spend his time massaging her soles, she frankly couldn’t wait for the necessity of it to be done with.

“I want to meet her,” Anna groaned, her hands on the swell of her stomach while Kristoff applied pressure and friction to all the right places on her aching feet and legs. He was so talented with his hands, and it took no time at all for him to have her entirely relaxed on their bed.

“Her?” he teased, “You seem very sure of that. Maybe he’ll come sooner than expected?”

She shook her head, “No, we’re already past her date. She’s holding on for dear life in there and she just needs to hurry up so I can hold her.”

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her stomach.

“I know, but you’ve been drinking the tea the doctor gave you and you’ve practically worn a hole through the floor pacing, so it looks like he’ll come when he’s good and ready. He’s a bit like his Mama in that way.”

She grumbled and swatted him playfully as he nuzzled her stomach. It was hardly the first time he’d teased her about being late or sleeping in or doing things in her own time, but she really wished that their baby, boy or girl, would have inherited Kristoff’s promptness. She’d spent her days reading every book she could get her hands on about pregnancy and childbirth and while many offered thoughts on how to expediate the beginning of labor, none so far had yielded results.

As happy as she was to carry her baby, as much as she loved feeling their little kicks and rolling, she also couldn’t help but to want to be able to see her own feet again, and to be able to kiss little fingers and toes. Kristoff, as much as he seemed to be enjoying his role as chief masseur to the Queen of Arendelle, was also looking forward to being able to hold his child and for his wife to be able to leave their home for more than brief outings.

Anna sighed and tangled her fingers into his hair as they laid together on the bed. He’d taken most of the ache from her feet and she couldn’t deny the fact that it felt good to have him laying against her. She did have one more idea, one she hadn’t read in a book, but one that she’d heard a maid whispering to her friend. It had been interesting enough of a solution that Anna had taken the time to rather nervously consult her doctor about it. She’d been assured that the… unorthodox methodology the maids had whispered, was in fact safe and while the doctor couldn’t confirm nor deny it’s potential to help Anna along towards labor, she’d walked away with the knowledge that it wasn’t exactly a “bad idea”.

“Well we haven’t exhausted every option,” she said shyly, twisting his hair around her fingers, thinking about how nicely his own fingers had treated her. She couldn’t deny that she’d frequently thought about putting them to other purposes in the last few weeks.

“No?” he asked, picking his head up slightly, his hands moving up to her hips before he propped himself up. His hands bunched the fabric of her nightdress slightly, and Anna felt more sensitive to the touch and movement than she had in quite some time. She flushed at her own thoughts.

“Well… I’d heard of another… method? I checked with the doctor and it’s okay if we want to try it… and I really, really want to try it.”

She felt warm all over, but she wasn’t really embarrassed about it. She loved Kristoff, and he was the most perfect husband she could have ever imagined having. He wouldn’t deny her anything, and even if he wasn’t interested in what she was offering, he would never make her feel bad about it. He was kind and gentle and cared for her deeply.

He smiled at her and slid from his place on her stomach to lay closer to her side. His hand went to her hair as her fingers untangled from his, and she sighed softly against his lips when he kissed her. She understood that he already had a sense of what she was going to ask for, and that alone was enough to cause her to relax even more into the mattress. He always knew how to make her melt.

“I take it I get to be part of this method?” he asked, placing gentle but searing kisses along Anna’s jaw, whispering his question against her ear.

Anna couldn’t help but giggle, his breath tickling her neck. He seemed so excited at the possibility of helping that she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been waiting for her to ask.

“I was hoping you would be,” she admitted, earning herself a kiss on the neck, “Afterall I can’t very well do it alone… and after the baby it’ll be a while before we can. So I was hoping…”

He chuckled and continued down her neck, bringing his mouth to the tops of her swollen breasts before offering, “A last hurrah?”

She bucked her hips slightly, though the swell of her stomach prevented her from meeting his. He seemed to get the picture well enough, his hands moving to touch her sides, pulling her gently closer to him.

“Yes, please!” she whined when he took it upon himself to untie and unbutton the top of her nightdress and press kisses lower down her breasts, his lips capturing a nipple making her squirm against him.

“We might have to get creative,” he said after a moment of plying attention upon her nipple with his tongue.

“I like creative,” she replied as he switched sides, pressing kisses as he went. “I really, really like creative.”

He smiled and she could feel him laugh against her skin. She knew that she sounded needy, but she was and there was no shame in showing it to her husband. They hadn’t been intimate in quite some time, and he was clearly just as enthused as she was about the possibility, judging from the energy he put into the task of kissing her and from the suddenly stiff length she could feel pressing into the outside edge of her thigh.

She felt his arms tuck under her lower back as he helped her lean up from the mattress. His mouth followed her up, pressing his face into her chest, causing her to laugh. She’d never had a large chest necessarily, but he was clearly taking advantage of the increase in size as he pillowed his face in them.

His hands shifted to her sides as he felt his way across her curves, fuller than they’d ever been before. She took joy in the way he touched her. He’d never stopped seeing her as sexy, even as she’d gained pregnancy weight and everything had rounded out to accommodate their growing child. While they hadn’t truly done anything about it in quite some time, he’d never been shy about the affects her body had on his.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, his hands moving to the bottom edge of her night dress to slip beneath and touch her skin to skin.

She felt every bit like the Queen she was. He tipped his head up to look at her, looking at her like she’d hung the stars, and drew her up and onto his lap. Despite her belly getting in the way, she still managed to kneel against him, his thigh slotting between hers before he pulled them both across the bed until his back was against their headboard.

She was sensitive, and since she’d long since given up on wearing underthings in bed, she nearly leapt from the sensation of her womanhood rubbing against the fabric of his trousers.

She let a soft moan escape her lips and immediately felt his length jump in response. She wanted him badly, and he knew it.

His grin was wide and appreciative, his hands shifting down her back to her rear. He shifted his thigh under her experimentally and Anna couldn’t help but to shift with it. Her clit was already swollen just from his touch and from the thoughts of what they were planning to do. The movement sent waves of pleasure up her spine.

“Creative?” he asked, lifting his thigh to rub into her again, his hands giving her bottom an appreciative squeeze.

“Creative.” she agreed, the sound coming out with an edge of a moan.

“Do you think you could…” he cleared his throat, dark eyes staring directly into hers, “Do you think you could… just from this? I’d love to watch you…”

He licked his lips and Anna thought that maybe she could come to her climax just from watching him do that. She leaned in and kissed him, giving him an answer in the form of her hips bucking, rocking herself against him as his hands moved up her back, over her sides.

He held her tight as she moaned into his mouth. She felt shameless and utterly debauched as she chased her pleasure, using him to find it. She was like a spring coiled too tight, every movement driving her closer and closer to her climax.

His lips moved to her neck and she cried out when he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of her throat. He knew what she liked, what she needed from him in order to come.

“Beautiful,” he repeated again, “so beautiful when you’re enjoying yourself.”

She’d take one compliment from him when they were like this, over the fawning of an entire kingdom. She might be Queen of Arendelle, but she was Kristoff Bjorgman’s wife, and he was whispering sweet nothings to her while she sought her release on his thigh.

“Kris,” she whined, unable to think of anything else to say, feeling close and absolutely laser focused on his touch, his words.

“Are you close baby?” he asked, pulling back from her neck to look at her.

She needed him to see her, to watch her fall apart. There was nothing she loved so much as to feel his eyes on her as she came for him. She nodded and he watched rapt as her lids fluttered closed. She rocked against him desperately, chasing her pleasure and finding it, falling to pieces against him.

He kissed her through it and left her panting, trying to catch her breath.

She’d made a mess of his pants, she didn’t have to look to know, but he seemed unphased by it, his eyes only on her as she caught her breath.

“That was…”

He smiled at her and nodded, one hand moving from under her dress to tuck stray strands of hair back behind her ear. When he cupped her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers Anna melted, pitching forward into his chest, or as close as her pregnant stomach would allow.

His arms slipped around her back, holding her close. She could still feel the hard length of his manhood against her skin and reached down to rub him through the soaked fabric between them, but he caught her hand in his instead and brought it to his lips.

“I want to make this last if that’s alright by you,” he said, lips brushing her knuckles gently as he spoke. Anna could see his flush, and she understood that he was already close. It felt like an accomplishment and an honor, for him to be so attracted to her even with the changes to her body. He’d never given her a moment to doubt his attraction to her.

She nodded and pressed her palm forward, receiving his kisses upon it and on the sensitive skin of her wrist. She wanted to give him the same pleasure that he’d given her, but that he wasn’t done with her yet had her feeling hot and excited again.

“Would you let me taste you?”

He was bold, and it sent shivers down her spine, his mouth already making its way down her arm as he kissed along it.

“I just…”

He nodded and looked up to her with a sheepish smile on his lips.

“This might be the last chance I have for some time… I want to make sure we get our fill… Besides, it couldn’t hurt, right?”

She swallowed and nodded in return, letting him help her lay down on the bed with a tenderness that felt both perfectly natural between them, and out of place given the sort of act her was preparing her for. She smiled when he slipped a pillow under her rear, propping her up for both of their comfort.

“And exactly how many times…” she cleared her throat when she heard the pitch to her voice, the anticipation evident in it. “How many times will it take to get our fill?”

He didn’t answer with words, but with a wink that thrilled Anna to her core and confirmed the fact that she would not be sleeping anytime soon.

She couldn’t find it in herself to complain.

#kristanna smut week 2020 #I've wanted to write this specific fic for a very long time #this is a pretty lime flavored lemon all said #other things this week will get more full on lemony #I love that the new filters have given me justification to use the citrus scale again it's been YEARS

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upthenorthmountain · 4 years

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A Perfect Day: 1

Hi everyone! For smut week I’ve written one story in five parts; I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks to @karis-the-fangirl as always. Rated MA because, smut week

A Perfect Day, Part 1

On the morning of her twenty-third birthday, Queen Anna of Arendelle woke up before her husband, which was unusual but not unprecedented.

Still sleepy, she lay perfectly still, luxuriating in the perfect temperature of the bed, and the softness of the sheets, and the cosiness of her husband snuggled up behind her, with his arm thrown over her waist. She could see from the pattern of light on the floor that the sun was up, and that it was late enough that she should probably not go back to sleep, but neither was she in any rush to rise. Not that it mattered if she slept in, because it was, after all, her birthday, and you could get away with almost anything on your birthday. She gave a happy little wriggle. Behind her, Kristoff stirred, and his arm tightened around her.

Mmm. She could, almost, fall asleep again. But - she had to have her special birthday breakfast in bed, then in the morning she had promised to go to the school, then this afternoon she had to get ready for the party this evening.

“Good morning,” her husband said in her ear. “Happy birthday.”

“G’morning.” Anna turned her head just enough so she could kiss him. “Can you see the clock?”

“No.” He reached up to push her hair out of the way and kissed behind her ear, her neck. He put his hand back to his waist, then ran it up to her breast. “It can wait. I have a plan for today.”

“What’s that?” Now he was gently stroking her nipple through the fabric of her nightdress and she shivered, pressing her bum up against him. Yes, he was definitely awake.

“I want to see -” he moved his hand and used it to push up her hem, running his hand up her thigh - “How happy I can make you today. How many times I can make you happy.”

“...oh.” His hand was at her hip now, her nightdress bunched up around her waist, and Anna shifted her legs so that he could reach between them.

“It’s going to be a pretty busy day,” she managed, as his fingers found her centre.

“Sure is,” he said, and kissed behind her ear again. “And you have all that birthday stuff to do as well.”

Anna smiled, and let her eyes drift closed as his fingers gently stroked. Reaching behind her, she found the waistband of his pyjama trousers and pushed them down - a little bit of wriggling and rearrangement and he was inside her. She leant her head back against his shoulder, rocking her hips, still so comfortable and warm and safe, and everything was perfect; his fingers were moving a little faster now, and she gasped and clung to his arm.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, shifting her slightly so that he could push deeper into her.

“I can tell - I love you, too -” and she wanted to kiss him, but there was no way she could twist herself round to do that without him having to move his hand and the last thing she wanted in the whole world was for him to move his hand - and then there was the edge and she was over it, crying out his name and clinging to what of him she could reach.

They lay still for a moment, then she released his arm and he withdrew and rolled over onto his back to finish himself with his hand.

“You don’t have to -” she started, but he just said “It’s okay,” and so she kissed him rather than distract him by explaining what she meant. She’d say it later.

He was very soon done, and Anna stretched as her husband cleaned himself up with a handkerchief from his bedside drawer. “I’m ready for my birthday breakfast now,” she said, “but please can you wash your hands first.”

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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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mann og kone // a plane au drabble for kristanna smut week 2020 / 654 words and rated t

set after something borrowed

Anna was still in her wedding dress, but if the way Kristoff's eyes had darkened as he looked down at her were any indication, she didn't know how much longer that was going to last.

He had swept her off her feet the moment they had gotten out of the car, and she had let out a surprised laugh and put her arms around his neck just in time. For a moment she had nearly teased him about how it was probably a little too late to worry about the "carrying her over the threshold" thing considering they'd lived together for going on two years and she was nearly four months pregnant, but then she'd shivered when his arms flexed around her and decided that maybe she had better things to think about.

She half-expected him to sit down in their armchair and settle her on his lap, but instead he carried her straight upstairs with no indication of exertion, as if she weighed nothing at all. It was easy to forget how strong he was sometimes when he was always so gentle with her, but suddenly it was impossible to think of anything else when she ran one hand over the broad expanse of his chest, her mouth going dry at the thought of how powerful the arms that cradled her really were.

He set her down on the bed, and immediately she moved to sit on the edge of it, catching the end of his tie and tugging him downwards until his lips met hers. Her mouth was greedy on his, her tongue brushing over his as if she could still taste the sweetness of the vows he had sworn only a few hours ago.

He broke away panting after a few moments, his eyes fierce and full of love as they met hers. "My Anna," he whispered. "My wife."

"Min mann," she said softly back, grateful that for once the Norwegian was easy, and he drew in a shuddering breath, his eyes full of wonder.

She tugged at his tie again, and he came willingly, a mountain of a man that would be moved for nothing except her whim. As her fingers loosened the tie and began to work his buttons free, he set his hands on either side of her so he could lean close enough to kiss the side of her throat, his teeth just barely scraping over the delicate skin there. Anna gasped and blindly clutched at the fabric of his shirt. "If you're going to do that," she managed to get out, "at least help me with my buttons."

"Gladly," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her already reddened skin.

He made surprisingly quick work of the dress and slid it from her shoulders, letting it puddle around her hips. To her surprise, he didn't pull it down further; instead he knelt in front of her, still in his half-open shirt, and leaned forward to kiss the barely-there swell of her stomach.

Anna smiled softly, combing her fingers through his hair, and he looked up at her, determination and tenderness intermingled in his eyes.

"I know you worried over this, skatten min," he said, raising one hand to stroke gentle circles over the goosefleshed skin of her stomach. "That we did things out of order. But I am glad that I got to say my vows to you both.”

All of a sudden there was a lump in her throat. “You can’t just say such sweet things to me out of nowhere.”

He chuckled at that and rose to his feet, cupping her face in his hands as he looked down at her. “Why not?”

“Because you’re supposed to be ravishing me right now, not making me cry!”

“There is time enough for both,” he reassured her, and though there were still tears in her eyes, when he leaned down to kiss her she couldn’t help but smile.

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karis-the-fangirl · 4 years

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The Long Night - a Kristanna werewolf fic

for Kristanna smut week 2020, the ‘mystic’ prompt

Rated M for werewolf sex

a follow up to this fic

this one’s for the monster fuckers

The truck rumbled and sputtered to a halt, wheels crunching on gravel.

"Home again!" Anna pushed open her door, then paused, realizing that her husband hadn't moved. His hands were clenched tight on the steering wheel, white knuckled and shaking. "Kristoff?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine," he muttered. Anna felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep sound of his voice, the low roughness that edge his words. Kristoff took a breath, flexing his fingers. "You could take the truck," he said. "Go back into town, come pick me up in the morning--"

"Absolutely not. I'm not going anywhere." She ran a fingertip around the raised scar on her shoulder, a ring of teeth marks, silvery against her freckled skin. "I belong with my mate." Anna poked his tense shoulder gently. "And that's you."

"I don't want you to get hurt."

She scooted across the cracked leather of the bench seat, running her fingers into his hair. His eyes slid closed as she stroked the nape of his neck. "You won't hurt me."

"But you--and the babies--"

Anna put a hand over her stomach, still small but definitely rounded under her loose tunic dress. That was the result of their last trip up the mountain, when Kristoff had first transformed, and Anna had followed him. She'd been warned that if she went through with it she was almost guaranteed to come down marked and pregnant. It had been worth it, to show Kristoff that she wasn't afraid. That she wasn't going anywhere. That she still wanted him, wanted to have a family with him, no matter what he turned into during the full moon.

It had been exhausting, and she'd been sore for days. But it had been worth it.

Kristoff had spent the two full moons since that first one on his own--he hadn't tried to chain himself up again, but he'd insisted on coming to the cabin alone to ride out the change. After twice waking up to find a naked, muddy Kristoff curled on the bed next to her and their backdoor wrenched out of its frame, Anna put her foot down. He needed her--the fact that he spent the entire night of his transformation running on foot to get to her proved that. The fact that she'd spent those nights lying awake, restless and aching, proved she needed him, too.

"The last thing you could ever do is hurt me, or them," she said. "No matter what shape you are. It's built in to who you are--and Mrs. Yaga said that's only amplified when you change. You'll always know who I am--or at least what I am." She leaned into him, pressing a kiss behind his ear and nipping him gently. "Both sides of you know that I'm yours," she murmured. "And that these cubs are yours. There's nowhere safer for us than with you."

He twisted, digging his fingers into her hair and pulling her tight to his tense body. Anna leaned into his hold, warm breath brushing across her shoulder as he hid his face against her, his heart thudding under her ear. "It will be rough," he mumbled hoarsely.

"I don't mind rough." She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "I like rough."

"But are you su--"

Anna yanked back, putting her hand over his mouth. "Kristoff," she said. "I want rough."

His eyes darkened, glinting. She felt the vibration of a growl against her palm. He grasped her arm, moving it so that he could suck the pale skin on the inside of her wrist, biting gently.

"Okay."

By the time Anna had scooted back across the seat, Kristoff had the passenger door open and was waiting to lift her down. The new, dark light was still in his eyes, but when her feet were steady on the gravel drive he pulled her in for a warm, all-encompassing hug, his lips pressing against the crown of her head. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him back. "It's getting late," she murmured.

He grunted, kissed her temple again, and let go--but only far enough to lace her fingers with his as they walked up the porch steps.

Kristoff had put in some long hours working on the cabin. Not making it the sweet cottage Anna had originally imagined, but he'd insulated the walls and fixed the roof, gotten the chimney cleared. There were still claw marks on the porch rails. He squeezed her hand as they passed.

"Mrs. Yaga is absolutely sure it’s safe for you to be here? With the babies?”

Anna rolled her eyes, pushing open the door and pulling him in after her. "Of course it is! You won’t hurt them. And you won’t hurt me. Although this time I’m not going to ask you to chase me.” She winked. “Just to fuck me.”

She shrieked as he scooped her up off of her feet, giggling as he nuzzled her neck with his scratchy chin. Kristoff dropped to his knees, making Anna gasp, but then he laid her ever-so-gently on the mats and blankets that cushioned the floor--they'd agreed that furniture would just be in the way, except for one battered sofa pushed into a corner. She wriggled, snuggling into the layers of rugs, cushions, and old quilts, and tugged Kristoff down to her.

His lips were hungry on hers, tugging and nipping, his tongue stroking into her mouth. A growl vibrated his chest as he tasted her. Anna arched up, pressing her body into him. She could feel his hard cock against the curve of her stomach. "I want you," she whispered hoarsely as he kissed a line down her throat. He growled in response, continuing down her chest, and Anna tugged at his hair. "Now," she said. "Like this."

Kristoff lifted his head, one eyebrow quirked, and Anna nodded, licking her lips. The red glow of sunset slanted through the windows and made a nimbus of his golden hair. He pressed his face into her shoulder, kissing the bit mark there, and then strong hands were pulling her up, turning her onto her knees, her loose dress pushed up to bunch at her waist. She gripped fistfuls of blanket as those strong hands gripped her hips, tilting her to accept him. Anna moaned as he slid deep.

"Kris!" She squirmed against him but he held her still, moving in slow, shallow pulses that made her body hum but only stoked her hunger without satisfying it. One calloused palm slid around her waist to stroke her belly, cradling its fullness, then stroked lower, caressing the place where her body opened like a flower to let him in.

"I have you." His body folded over hers, pressing her chest down to the cushion beneath her, and his voice was rough in her ear. "I have you."

Anna could only whimper as his fingers found that tight, aching place between her legs and pressed, rubbing in time to the thrusts of him inside her. His movements were getting faster, deeper, his mouth finding her shoulder and biting.

"It's coming," he rasped. "Now, Anna--"

She screamed into the blankets, a shudder wracking her body as the coil of pleasure unwound--but then the white intensity of her climax turned blinding. Anna felt Kristoff's body stiffen above her, a roar tearing from his chest. His hands left her skin, claws suddenly leaving jagged rents in the blanket beneath them as he grasped for something to anchor him, and Anna was scrabbling for something to hold onto too, as she felt him change inside her--thickening, lengthening, hot and throbbing. Anna screamed again. Her body went taut with pleasure at the sensations, rough thrusts pounding into her, hard, again, then again, the hard knot pressing agonizingly against her delicate petals...and then it was in her, locking their bodies together and leaving her aching with fullness.

Anna collapsed to the floor, shaking. Kristoff--the wolf that was Kristoff--settled down over her, golden-furred body covering hers with just enough weight to keep her warm and secure under him.

Soon he would use his rough tongue to clean her, licking up the sticky evidence of their encounter from her thighs. He would nuzzle against her stomach, rumbling softly with approval before curling his huge body around her.

Later he would take her again, and again--never as roughly as that very first time had been, but relentlessly, until she was limp and exhausted and radiant with climax.

And ever later, Anna would wake up wrapped in Kristoff's arms, the wolf sated.

For now.

Anna closed her eyes, giving in to the need to sleep. It was going to be a long night.

#kristanna smut week 2020 #kristannasmutweek #karis wrote a thing #werewolf sexytimes #I'm serious

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mochithatdarncat · 4 years

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A little something I started but never finished for fear of ruining it by colouring it (I often ruin my pictures when I colour them haha).

Thought I would post it for smut week even though it’s unfinished.

Hope you all like it :)

#kristanna #kristanna smut week #kristanna smut week 2020

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kristannafever · 4 years

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Trapped

Kristanna modern au ~Smut week 2020 / Day 3: Turnabout is Fair Play

Rated: MA (some seriously horny mutual pining, other things...)

WC: 11,047

~Listen, I know this is hella long but I got wrapped up in the story and I refuse to start another multi-chap right now.

Summary: Anna becomes trapped in a small mountain town when avalanches in the area block the only way in or out. She is fearful she will have to sleep in her car when she is thankfully taken in by one of the townsfolk who goes by the name of Kristoff. (A/N at end of story)

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It had been years since the snowfall had been so perfect for dangerous conditions. The roads were usually closed for Avalanche control after the warm ups, when the temperatures dropped and the surface of the snowpack turned to ice. Once the new dump of snow fell on that… that was when it became the most dangerous. Roads were closed during those times and travelers were forced to make massive detours to get to the coast or the interior, or simply wait it out.

This year however, it was like the perfect storm for avalanches. A low-pressure system stalled over the region, brining massive amounts of snowfall upon an already high snowpack. No one in their right mind should have been on the road. Only human life is often not that simple. It’s easy for newscasters to warn about not travelling the TransCanada highway, but it is completely another for travellers who have plans to get across the province to simply change them.

Not to mention all the truck transports of goods, people needing to get across for family or friend emergencies, honestly any reason under the sun that someone would take on the treacherous roads with all the warnings in place.

Which is why it was no surprise at all to Kristoff when news came to their incredibly small town of Field - between Lake Louise and Golden - that dozens of trucks and cars were now trapped there in between the only ways in and out due to avalanches.

It would have been no issue for a bigger place, but this was Field; there was no grocery store - only a well stocked gas station - and the Inn only had eight rooms. He knew this because his parents ran it and he had spent his whole life in this tiny mountain town.

Kristoff sat by his kitchen table with a cup of coffee, watching the snow come down in big heavy flakes. Well, sucks to be them, he thought of the people now probably congregated in the travel centre, wondering what was going on, when the roads would open and what to do exactly should they still be closed at nightfall.

There was a knock at the door which did not surprise him one bit, but did put a small sense of dread into the pit of his belly. If it was who he thought it was, then he was not going to like this very much. He lumbered to his feet and opened the door.

“Come with me.”

No greeting, as per usual.

“I’m busy, Ma.”

“Ha! You are not busy. You are going to come down to the travel centre with me and find some people to help.”

“I don’t have any room.” Even he detested the whine he heard in his own voice. It was childish, he knew. Also, this was not the first time his mother had implored him to help in such a way. It was satisfying sure, and he did like helping out in the end, but why did it have to be so damn intrusive on his privacy.

“You have a couch you can sleep on and a bed you can spare.”

With that his mother turned away, not looking back to see if he would follow. She didn’t have to.

*****

The travel centre was all kinds of chaos. Kristoff hated being tucked in a small place with so many bodies, so many voices, so many different kinds of smells and kids screaming and trying to follow his Ma around listening to people saying the same damn things over and over…

Wonder when the roads will open….

Isn’t this just the craziest thing…

How long will we be trapped here…

What are we going to do…

He felt for them, he really did. No one deserved to be in such a situation. Still, he had to wonder what they were thinking even attempting to drive the highway with all the warnings in place. Surely, they could fly if they absolutely needed to get somewhere. There had to be other options than this highway through hell that connected central Alberta and the rest of Canada to the coast.

“There, over there.”

His mother was grabbing at the elbow of is coat and he looked down at her. For such a short woman she sure did have a commanding presence.

“The small woman gnawing on her fingernails,” she said. “Go see if she needs help.”

“No.”

His mother turned her head slowly up at him and gave him a look. He managed to hold his ground for almost a minute, then he finally heaved a sigh. “Fine.”

He took a few small steps forward then one giant awkward stumble when his mom pushed him from behind. Much to his chagrin, it did not go unnoticed by the petite redhead.

He sauntered up to her and she was suddenly looking at him with shimmering hopeful eyes that gave him pause. Despite his reluctance, he was actually genuinely humbled to offer someone some aide. He always felt this way when he helped people, even if it made him uncomfortable. It was the gratitude he saw in their faces, he guessed. He hadn’t even done anything for this woman yet and she was already looking at him like a knight in shining armour.

“Hi.” It came out sounding forced and awkward. Not unusual for him.

“Hi!” She beamed. “Are you trapped here too, or are you one of the townspeople?”

“I’m the latter.” He smiled. “Are you travelling with anyone?” Kristoff looked around, half expecting some man to emerge from the crowd, place a protective arm around the beautiful woman, and ask what was going on. No such man materialized.

“No, no, I’m on my own, as stupid as that sounds.”

“Not stupid,” he mumbled, even though not long ago he was thinking just that.

“I just wanted to see my sister so badly! Her and her girlfriend just moved into their first house. They are so proud of themselves, I just wanted to go to Victoria and surprised them and-” The woman suddenly sighed abruptly, interrupting herself. “Stupid. I knew the roads were going to be bad. I didn’t mind if I got delayed, but now I’m trapped here and I have no idea where I am going to sleep. The Inn is all booked and they are taking as many extra’s as the can but only families with kids, which of course I totally understand!”

Kristoff stared at her a moment, wondering about a million things before he gently cleared his throat. “Well, if you need, you can stay at my place.”

The woman’s worried face fell and Kristoff had no idea what emotion had replaced it.

“You would take me in?”

She ended it in a question so Kristoff only nodded. She stared back with her huge unblinking eyes, so he assumed he had to elaborate.

“This has happened before. We only have the one Inn… my Mom and Dad run it, actually. And yeah, they do make sure they take in the families with children first, even into their own home too. We all do this.” He paused looking around the room and finally recognizing someone. “See, that’s Lloyd, oh and his wife Heather too… they will take in a few folks.”

Kristoff scanned the room farther.

“That’s Mrs. K… she’ll take as many as she can. Last time she ended up with nearly a whole busload of high-school aged kids on route from a dance competition. Laid out ‘bout a dozen sleeping bags on her living room floor.” He chuckled. “She had the time of her life actually. Ever since her husband passed, she is the resident babysitter, dog-walker, cat-sitter, plant-waterer, you name it. If something needs looking after in this town, she’s the one we call.”

Looking the other way, he found someone else he knew.

“That’s Jeremy. The dude has the smallest cabin here but he will still offer the floor and some bedrolls to any trucker who doesn’t want to weather this out in his cab. I guarantee he’ll have some callers before this is through.” Kristoff could not help but chuckle again as he looked back to the woman.

He was caught immediately off guard. Her eyes were somehow larger now, shiny and completely confusing him. She looked on the verge of tears, but also happy? How was that possible? Her smile was incredulous and he had no idea what to think until she spoke again.

“This whole town… you’ve all done this before?”

He shrugged. “Well, yes. It’s been a long time, but yeah, of course. There’s nothing here but a gas station, a travel centre and a small Inn. We can’t just leave people stranded in their cars for days.”

That changed everything. Somehow her eyes got wider and became panicked.

“Days?!”

“Yeah, days. It’s supposed to reach record-breaking snowfall over the next forty-eight hours. That was why they warned people not to travel the highwa-”

She burst into tears and Kristoff panicked himself. God, if his Ma saw, she would probably slap him silly. He was supposed to help and now he was making a stranded traveller cry. What the hell was wrong with him?

*****

“You are sure this is no trouble?”

It was at least the hundredth time she had asked that. Even after he had smoothed things over, properly introduced himself, and assured her that he had plenty of space, the question came up yet again as they stepped into his little home.

“No trouble at all.” He smiled, making his voice light and upbeat. He was actually tired as hell and did not want to entertain anyone, let alone a sacred, stranded traveller. Especially this one. He had a feeling she was going to talk the entire night through and he absolutely did not want to do that regardless of how gorgeous she was.

“Well, I can’t thank you enough.” Her voice waivered at the end.

He was scared she was going to cry again and looked over to reassure her when he realized that she wasn’t upset. She was smiling… trying not to laugh actually.

“Oh my God, is that a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Han Solo?”

Kristoff looked over his shoulder. It had been there for so long he didn’t even notice it in the room anymore, which he realized now how stupid that was. While he still liked Star Wars, that cut-out had been something as part of his collection when he was a much younger man. A teenager in fact. Although he had outgrown collecting memorabilia, he had a strange sentimental attachment to the thing.

It was his and Sven’s first job as soon as they could drive; working at the small movie theatre in Golden. They were just ticket rippers but on a slow snowy day were asked to clean out the storage room and throw everything away, or take it, management didn’t care. It was a treasure trove of amazing things, most of which did end up in Kristoff and Sven’s beat up old trucks, one of which was that carboard cut out.

“Uh, yeah. I guess it is.” He didn’t know what to say. To be honest, he was a little embarrassed that maybe she thought it was childish and stupid.

“That’s adorable. I love Star Wars too. Han Solo is definitely one of my favourites.”

He had no idea what it was, whether it was the amused shine in her eyes, the new light-hearted mood… her beautiful smile maybe, but he suddenly felt like he might be able to stay up a bit longer if she did indeed want to chat for a bit.

~ ~ ~

Anna couldn’t sleep.

Was it because she was in a strange man’s bed? Or was it because that strange man happened to be one of the most gorgeous men that she had ever laid her eyes on.

She found her eyes tracing the shape of his jaw as they talked, the way his big fingers came up and scratched at his scruff every so often. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and it suited him.

She was also taken with his eyes. They were so beautiful, a little mysterious maybe, and Anna wasn’t sure, but she also saw a level of playfulness in them that he had not outwardly shown her in his mannerism yet, except for being in the possession of that life-sized cardboard Han Solo of course.

He definitely seemed shy. Or perhaps just used to being alone. Anna had no idea what he would do in such a small town, but she aimed to find out. Who knew how long she was going to be stuck here. The forecast was calling for record breaking snowfall which did not look good for her making it to the coast for the weekend, leaving her stranded; a thought that seemed like a nightmare mere hours ago. Not now, however, having a warm comfortable place to sleep in a kind man’s home…

Anna sighed, flipping herself over and caught a whiff of the man who normally slept in the bed. He changed the sheets, made a little show of it actually so that she knew she had something clean to sleep on, but since they were both single sleepers in a double bed, he had neglected to change the case on the spare pillow.

Curious, Anna rolled forward and leaned into the pillow, smelling it tentatively at first before diving in and burying her face into it as soon as she realized it was his smell. It was intoxicating. It smelled of the woods, of the outdoors, fresh air and pine mixed with what she could only assume was his natural musk.

She inhaled deeply again, stifling a groan.

It had been a long time since she had smelled a man in any bed, let alone her own. She had tried a few relationships after her engagement fell through, and none of them had felt right. How odd that there was something comforting about her current situation, a thing that had been completely devoid with any man she had seen since that terrible day. She was not seeing this man of course, so how was the comfort already here? Probably the kindness, the fact that she did not have to sleep in her car and worry about freezing to death.

That was probably all it was, wasn’t it?

----------

Kristoff woke early as usual. He started the coffee, trying to remember to be quiet because there was a woman sleeping in his bed.

An absolutely gorgeous woman.

He recognized it as soon as his mother pointed her out in the visitor centre. His heart skipped a beat, causing his chest to kick out a ‘no’ to his Ma, because there was no way she could be there alone. And yet here he was, with a single, beautiful, amazing woman sleeping in his bed.

They didn’t get much beyond the most basic small talk before Kristoff offered her dinner. It didn’t surprise him to hear her say she wasn’t hungry. The last time he took in a couple, both young men did the same, insisting that they were fine and didn’t need any dinner. Kristoff assumed it was because they both already felt they were putting him out, which in his mind made absolutely no sense. It was just what the town did when people were trapped. It wasn’t the first time and would not be the last. He made the three of them dinner anyway and had to laugh to himself how hungry the two wayward travellers actually were.

Anna was about the same. Kristoff said he was hungry and started dinner despite her telling him she was fine. When he served up the spaghetti and home-made bolognaise, he coaxed her in the kitchen by telling her he made enough for a family so she should dig in while it was hot. She did, and he had no idea he would get so much pleasure from watching someone else eat his food.

Was it her soft groans, or the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she told him how delicious it was? He suddenly pictured her making similar but more intense facial expressions in his bed. He shook his head. Damn it had been a long time since he had felt the love of a woman.

Not wanting to drag out the night, Kristoff offered to make to make up his bed for her after he had dinner put away. He could have talked to her a lot longer, reinvigorated by her presence and her eyes… among other more desperate thoughts that came from the very pit of his abdomen. Yet he knew she was probably stressed and tired and perhaps entertaining him since it was his house. People had done that before, so the bed was made, she was bid a goodnight, and he curled himself up on the couch.

It was a long time before sleep took him, thinking about the events of the day, of sparkling eyes and lips that looked so soft he longed to kiss them…

He sighed deeply, pushing her from his mind in need of sleep.

It was fitful, and not because he was on the couch. That was why he decided to get up so early despite the fact that he had a guest. He was confident he could be quiet enough to let her sleep as long as she wanted.

~ ~ ~

The smell of bacon roused Anna from her deep sleep.

Unsurprisingly, she found herself clutching the spare pillow that smelled like the man who slept with it, to her chest. She sighed deeply, putting it back where it belonged and groaning as she got out of bed. It took so long to fall asleep, she felt groggy. Well, she always felt groggy when she woke up no matter how much sleep she got, but this was different.

She grabbed her toiletries bag from her suitcase and opened the door to the bedroom slowly. Kristoff was in the kitchen with his back to her, clearly making breakfast.

Anna cleared her throat, then gave a cheerful, “Good morning!”

She almost laughed when his back straightened with surprise before he turned around.

“Oh, Morning,” he mumbled. “I’ll have breakfast ready in about ten.”

“Is that okay if I use the bathroom?”

He blinked at her, clearly baffled be the question.

“I’m just going to do my morning things? If you don’t need the bathroom?” she asked.

His eyes widened with understanding. “No, no, be my guest. Take as long as you need.”

Anna nodded her thanks and tucked herself into the small washroom. It was clear that it had been renovated. The tile, the cabinet, sink and mirror, all looked brand new. She suddenly wondered if Kristoff had done the renovations himself and conjured up a mental image of him with jeans and a tool belt, swinging a hammer, or some kind of tool. Maybe he did it in the summer when it was hot. Probably. Maybe he didn’t have a shirt on as he worked in the stifling little house, broad shoulders and back glistening with sweat while he manually laboured with the home improvements…

Anna scrubbed her hands down her face and let out a shaky breath. She had been horny as hell lately and this was not helping. Already she could feel an ache between her legs, that burning tingle that cried with out with want… no, need.

Anna turned the tap on full cold and doused her face. The mental image of her and Kristoff tangled in the sheets together was a hard one to get rid of, but she managed by replacing it by wondering how long she might be trapped in this small town.

Not that the accommodations were bad. They weren’t. At all. In fact, they were wonderful, being in the small home of a gorgeous man, on the inside and out. They hadn’t talked all that much but Anna recognized him as a kind and caring soul. A kind and caring soul wrapped up in a ruggedly handsome beefcake of a man… God, those shoulders of his really are broad, aren’t they?

Anna cursed the pulse that began again between her legs and splashed her face several more times. She was absolutely in no sort of place that she could ease that ache without being found out. Honestly, it wasn’t like she could just take a moment to pleasure herself… well, if she was quiet maybe. She could be quick enough. Maybe…

What the fuck, Anna?

She stared at herself in the mirror, blindsided by how hot and bothered she suddenly was. Quickly she brushed her teeth and combed her hair and left the washroom so that she would not be tempted further to do something which would be mortifyingly embarrassing should she be caught.

~ ~ ~

Breakfast certainly seemed a little more awkward than dinner the previous evening. Anna could barely look at him and Kristoff had half a mind to wonder if he had somehow offended her. Maybe she snooped through his medicine cabinet? Not that there was anything in there that any other man didn’t have, including the box of condoms.

That was something he was sure he was going to have to replace, unopened, before they expired. There certainly wasn’t a lot of opportunity to meet single women in his impossibly small town. It had sadly been a long time since had shared his bed with anyone. He imagined it would be quite some more time after Anna was long gone as well.

He sighed. At least he would have the memory of her to keep him warm on the nights it was cold and lonely. It sure would beat trying to conjure up images of sexual appealing women. He had never been so deeply attracted to someone as he found himself with Anna. Truly, she would be unforgettable.

After breakfast she insisted on helping with the dishes. He let her, since he didn’t have a dishwasher and it was nice to have someone dry after he washed everything, even if she did have to ask him where everything lived, which he found adorable.

His phone rang just as he was emptying the dirty water form the sink. He dried his hands and answered it without needing to look to see who was calling him. There was only one person who ever did.

“Hi Ma.”

He felt Anna’s eyes on him even though she had retreated to the couch in the living room. He contemplated ducking into his bedroom for privacy, but she had all her things in there so he decided against it.

~ ~ ~

Anna watched him as he slowly paced his kitchen, talking on the phone.

“No, I’m good, but what about you? Anything you’re running low on?” he said.

He listened a moment, running the index finger of his free hand along the kitchen counter as he slowly walked by it.

“Eggs? Sure, I have lots. And some frozen bacon if you… okay I’ll bring that too. Anything else?”

He paused and turned to pace slowly back into the kitchen, catching Anna staring at him. She thought he might just look away but he didn’t. He held her gaze for a moment, corner of his mouth curling up into a little lop-sided smile before he shifted his eyes forward and began pacing again.

Anna’s heart started to hammer in her chest. What a look! Good lord that was hot.

“I have so much fish in my freezer from the summer, I’ll bring a bunch of that over too. Okay, Ma. Yes, see you in a few. Yes, okay I will. I said I will, Ma! Alright. Bye now!”

He ended the call with a little shake of his head and a smile before looking over to Anna. “Care to go for a little walk?”

~ ~ ~

With Kristoff’s backpack stuffed with frozen provisions for his parents to help feed the abundance of people they had taken in, him and Anna bundled up and headed out the door. It wasn’t a long walk to the Inn, but it had snowed a staggering amount overnight, and trudging though the heavy wet snow was not easy going.

Anna had insisted to help carry something, so she had a canvas bag with the eggs and a loaf of bread in it. They had barely set out when Kristoff took it from her, worried she was going to trip in the snow and end up breaking all the precious eggs. As long as the roads were closed, no fresh food was going to be coming in or out of the little town, and everyone had to share what they had.

Her legs were a lot shorter than his and he ended up holding her hand the rest of the way over, helping her step through the ever-deepening snow on the uneven terrain below. Twice he had prevented her from falling face first into the ground.

After visiting his Dad at the Inn, they ended up staying at his parents attached house for lunch, Anna jumping right in to help his Ma make sandwiches for everyone. Kristoff got a kick out of how well Anna just blended into the melee. There were at least four families sharing any space available in the little three-bedroom house and Anna wasted no time acting as a help host, getting juice for children and topping up coffees or waters for the adults, not bothered at all by the fact that there was barely any room to move around in the overcrowded kitchen.

Kristoff stood off in a corner, unable to stop watching her. There was something incredibly special about Anna and he suddenly hoped that he would have enough time to figure out exactly what it was. Less than twenty-four hours ago he was hoping beyond anything that this storm would let up as soon as possible so that he could go back to his normal life. Now he found himself glad that it was going to be at least a few days. Actually, it wouldn’t even bother him if it ended up being a week.

~ ~ ~

Despite the fact that Anna struggled in the deep snow, she had asked Kristoff to show her around town a little bit. The fresh air was invigorating and gave her something else to think about besides getting intimate with the big burly man.

“Well, I can certainly see why you love your job. You were great with all those kids back there,” Kristoff smiled.

They were making their way slowly over to the big flat riverbed on the North side of the town while Anna told him all about being a pre-school teacher and how much she adored it.

“Thank you, Kristoff.” She blushed. “What about you? What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an engineer,” he said, grabbing her hand to help her over a downed tree.

“Oh really? That’s cool. Do you build things? Or design them?” Anna hoped down and let go of his hand even though she didn’t want to, then looked up into his confused face.

He was about to open his mouth when something apparently occurred to him. “Oh,” he chuckled, his face relaxing into an easy smile. “No, not that kind of engineer. I’m a locomotive engineer. I drive trains.”

“Oh. Oh!” Anna was suddenly filled with an odd giddy excitement she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She had never met a conductor before. “That is so cool! What is it like?”

He shrugged as they continued on their labouring walk. “To be honest, it’s kind of boring. But it is quiet… I have a lot of time with my thoughts. And it’s peaceful. I do get to see some absolutely stunning countryside.”

“I can imagine. Do you have any pictures by chance?”

Kristoff looked sideways over at her like he was a little taken aback by the request. Perhaps it was the first time anyone had asked to see them?

“Uh, I do, actually. I can show them to you, when we get back?”

“I would love that, Kristoff,” Anna said, taking a chance and slipping her arm through his bent elbow. His eyes slid over to hers again and Anna offered him a smile, hoping it wasn’t too bold or awkward. Much to her delight, he smiled quickly in return.

~ ~ ~

Kristoff found it about ten times harder to fall asleep than the night before and it was due to the fact that he had exactly one thing on his lusty mind…

Making love to a very naked Anna.

It was somewhere about halfway through dinner that he realized just how easy it would be to fall in love with her, and that he might already be most of the way there. She could do things that no one else had yet been able to, the most surprising of which, was to keep him engaged in conversation for more than an hour.

They had not stopped talking since their afternoon walk, in fact. They conversed all throughout Anna helping with dinner, eating the dinner itself which took about three times longer than it normally took Kristoff to eat – not that he minded one little bit – and the entire rest of the evening while they did dishes. Even after they put on the tv for a bit and sat on the couch, until Anna finally yawned and the conversation finally ebbed.

It was her fault, really, that he could not stop thinking about her. Her face went all soft when she thanked him for a wonderful day and again for taking her in. She had gotten so close to him, close enough that Kristoff thought perhaps she wanted him to kiss her.

Then before he could even decide to be bold and take that chance, she was wishing him a goodnight with a smile and a yawn.

Now he couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if he did kiss her.

He rolled to his side on the couch and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, opening the weather app. It looked like they were calling for two more days of heavy snow.

Good, he thought, because he realized that he loved having Anna around and he did not want to see her leave.

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This morning it was the unmistakable smell of pancakes. Anna’s belly rumbled greedily as she stretched and got out of Kristoff’s bed, tossing his spare pillow back where it belonged.

She felt rested and relaxed. It was because she had decided to take a but of a risky chance after her and Kristoff had bid each other goodnight. She waited a good while to make sure she heard no sound on the other side of the door before her fingers traced gently down her body and into the waist of her pyjama pants, thinking about every inch of Kristoff and imagining what he looked like naked and how if would feel if he was laying with her.

It was something she could no longer deny. That deep ache had been with her since they had gotten back from the walk and started to warm up in his little cabin, and she was tired of ignoring it. Her body needed the release otherwise she wasn’t going to be able to sleep a wink.

She pulled in a slow and silent breath as she started to rub slow circles over her clit. Above all else she had to be quiet, so she clamped her mouth shut and breathed deeply through her nose as she rubbed faster. She was so keyed up it took hardly any time to find that edge. She clasped Kristoff’s spare pillow to her face, letting out breathy exhales as her centre rolled with pleasure.

Afterwards she fell slack, savouring each little aftershock as her body melted into the mattress with relaxation.

She fell asleep not long after and didn’t think she had barely moved an inch until the smell of breakfast work her.

This time when she emerged from the bedroom, Kristoff was leaning his back side against the edge of the counter, facing the rest of his little place and the door she was opening. His eyes shifted her way as soon as he heard the noise and he gave her a very natural smile.

“Good morning,” Anna chirped, her travel bag in hand.

“Morning.” He grinned. “How did you sleep?”

“Oh, wonderfully, thank you. Your bed is very comfortable.”

Anna took great delight in seeing his cheeks deepen in colour.

He said, “Glad you slept well.”

“I hope you slept well, too. I feel kind of bad forcing you to your couch.”

Anna knew there was certainly a way to remedy her guilt over taking his bed all to herself, but she wanted to see how the day was going to go before considering making a move. He had been so close last night to seeing her intentions, but the opportunity was missed, no matter how narrowly. The last thing Anna wanted to do was make things awkward during the remainder of her stay if she was misreading the subtle looks between them, so she moved on quickly before it got that way.

“I slept just fine,” he mumbled, then cleared his throat and spoke more clearly. “Breakfast will be ready in about ten, but take all the time you need.” He gestured with his head towards the bathroom.

“Thank you. Smells amazing by the way.”

He shrugged. “Sorry I didn’t have blueberries or something else. Hope you like chocolate chip pancakes.”

Anna paused at the bathroom door and looked back at him, giving him her flirtiest wink. “My favourite.”

~ ~ ~

Anna was in the shower and it was driving him insane.

He could barely take his eyes off of her over breakfast. He was staring so much he worried that he was going to start creeping her out. Then again, she couldn’t stop staring back at him either. The only thing that prevented them from launching across the table and attacking each other, was the near constant stream of conversation between them. As much as Kristoff wanted to do things to her, he absolutely loved hearing her talk about her life. And he loved her delighted expression when he talked about his.

Then after the dishes were done and put away, Anna had asked to use his shower. Of course, he wasn’t going to say no, but now he was having a very, very hard time reigning in his arousal at the thought of her naked soapy body. When she was finished, he had a half a mind to jump in the shower himself.

He paced the living room slowly, trying not to think about what was just on the other side of that bathroom door, wondering what they could do to occupy the day while they waited to hear word about the roads, when she emerged from the washroom.

He had given her two thick white towels, one of which was wrapped over her hair and the other which was wrapped around her body.

“Ugh, that felt so good! Thank you, Kristoff.”

She walked to his room like it was no big deal, then shut the door.

“I think,” he squeaked, shaking his head and clearing his throat, decision about whether or not to shower suddenly made for him. “I think I’ll jump in the shower now, if you’re all done with the bathroom?”

“Yup, all done!” Her voice was so cheerful behind his bedroom door that he just now noticed wasn’t shut all the way against the door jam.

Blushing crimson he averted his eyes because he respected her too much to take a peek, and he rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped in no time and jumped in the still hot water, wasting no time in running his palm over himself. He became fully erect almost instantly with the image of her shapely freckled legs and bare shoulders still seared into his mind.

He inhaled deeply, not daring to let out a sound at the pleasure that rocked through him as he came with his legs taught under him and his free hand bracing himself against the wall of the shower. It took a few more calming breathes to get his bearings back and quickly finish his shower so that Anna would not suspect that he had been up to anything indecent, even if it was his own home.

He soaped his body and shampooed his hair in record time, and was wrapping the towel around his waist when he realized that, like a dumbass, he didn’t bring any clean clothes into the bathroom with him.

The jeans and t-shirt on the bathroom floor were a far cry from filthy, but he had slept in them and hated putting worn clothes on his clean body.

He cracked the bathroom door and looked out into his little cabin. “Anna?”

“Oh, right here,” she called, emerging from his room, now dressed, and giving him a curious look as he peeked out of the bathroom door.

“Are you finished, in my room? I forgot to grab clean clothes…”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Yes, by all means. Even if I wasn’t done you could kick me out.” She laughed, sounding a little nervous. “It’s your house.”

“Thanks.” He smiled back, straightening up and opening the bathroom door all the way.

If Anna was trying to keep her reaction measured, she was failing miserably. Her mouth opened, jaw becoming slack and her eyes, already open and wide, travelled the length of him.

Kristoff could not help but grin to himself as he walked to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He was sure Anna was still agape and he had to laugh, liking to get a little tit for tat with how she had tempted him earlier.

Now that the intense physical attraction they seemed to have for each other was apparently out in the open, he wondered exactly how this day was going to go, and more importantly, how it was going to end.

~ ~ ~

Anna was winning when the television blinked out and the house became silent and dark.

Kristoff grumbled as he lumbered to his feet from the low sofa.

“Power,” he said through a sigh. “Had a feeling that was going to happen sooner or later.”

“Power? As in electricity?” Anna asked, tossing the now useless controller onto the floor in front of the television stand.

“Uh huh.” Kristoff nodded as he walked to the back door just off his kitchen and slipped on some boots.

“So… power, as in out? No heat or light?”

“’Fraid so.” He stepped out onto the stoop and out of Anna’s field of vision except for one booted foot holding the door open. He came back inside with an armful of wood and she understood what was going on. Anna saw the little wood stove the first night he had brought her over, but she knew he must also have electric heat because it hadn’t been lit since she had been there and the house was nice and warm.

“Can I help?”

Kristoff looked over at her with that sexy little lop-sided smile.

“Nah, I got this. Just going to bring in some wood and I’ll light the fire when we need it.” He straightened to his full height and paused a moment. “Actually, why don’t you look through my desk drawers for some playing cards? That’ll be a good way to pass the time.”

Anna nodded, trying not to think about what would be an even better way to pass the time, and got up to do as he requested while he went out for more wood. There were three decks in the first drawer she looked in. Grabbing one, she was just about to shut the drawer when she noticed a very young version of Kristoff looking up at her.

It was a photograph. Anna gently fished it out from under the other decks of cards and notebooks to look at it.

He looked so different, arm hanging over the shoulders of an equally young-looking man with chestnut hair and a wide smile. Anna imagined them both to be around high-school aged, maybe a little younger. They looked so happy and carefree. The photo was taken in front of the Inn, and Anna could imagine Bulda being the one behind the camera to capture the moment. There was something about the young men’s smiles that was so nostalgic even though this memory meant absolutely nothing to her. She wondered what it meant to Kristoff.

Anna suddenly felt his presence behind her.

“That’s my best buddy, Sven.”

His voice was so soothing and rich, his breath warm and inviting against her neck, so very close to her ear. Her spine shivered involuntarily by his closeness.

Anna turned and looked up, heart speeding up from to their proximity. “High school?”

He nodded, his eyes hooded. “Just before we graduated, actually.”

“Where did you go to school? I didn’t see one in town…”

He chuckled. “Isn’t one. We went to Golden. Sven is there right now actually, visiting his girlfriend when he got trapped out of town. He lives a few houses over.”

“Is that who you were texting a bit earlier today? I half wondered if it was your Ma or someone else.”

Kristoff chuckled. “Nah, my Ma only calls me. It was Sven, yes. I told him I had some very wonderful company and couldn’t talk.”

Anna’s face burst into flame. Kristoff inched his face closer to hers, letting out a little sigh that felt wonderful on Anna’s hot cheeks. He looked like he was going to go for it and kiss her and holy shit did she want him to kiss her.

Then a phone was ringing and he suddenly blinked as if he was coming out of a trance.

Kristoff sighed. “That can only be one person,” he muttered, and walked over to where his phone was sitting on the coffee table.

“Hi Ma,” he sighed into the phone.

Anna couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had come so close… so close to finally feeling what it would be like to be kissed by him. Her heart was galloping away in her chest.

“Of course, I have enough wood, what do you take me for… oh he is, is he? Alright, I’ll be right over.”

Kristoff shoved the phone in his jeans pocket after he hung up and Anna watched every single one of his movements intently – the way the action pulled down on the waist of the pants and the sifting of the fabric around what was concealed between his legs.

Oooooh mama…

Kristoff offered her an apologetic shrug.

“Someone needs some help?” Anna offered with a gentle smile, shaking off yet another mental image of naked Kristoff.

He nodded, smiling in kind. “My Dad is making sure everyone has enough wood for the night and there are a couple of homes that need a bit. He has a splitter so everyone brings over the bigger deadfall they haven’t dealt with yet.” Another sigh, heavier this time. “I’ll get a fire started and you can just hang out here. No need to try and occupy yourself while-”

“I would actually love to come.”

Kristoff just looked at her for a moment before he gave her a tender smile. “Alright.” His voice was soft. “That would be nice.”

Anna did not miss the way his eyes lingered on hers, or the way they passed ever so briefly to her lips before he turned away to grab his winter gear.

~ ~ ~

“That back bedroom does get a little cold when the heat it out.”

He didn’t know what else to say. He was absolutely smitten with her and he honestly didn’t know how to approach it anymore.

It was something about watching her help with the wood. Her willingness to chip in and run the log splitter after a quick lesson from his Dad, so that Kristoff could concentrate on using the chopping block and his Dad could then distribute the firewood.

He could barely take his eyes off her when he wasn’t making sure he wasn’t going to chop his foot off. Forget the intense physical attraction, the fact the conditions were perfect for two young, good-looking and single people to make the best of the situation, or the way that the air was thick between them with what he could only call desperation, he had some very real and deep feelings for her and he was going to try to make her understand that this wasn’t something that would be a one-time thing for him.

Not anymore.

The problem was that his dick was doing the majority of the thinking at the moment, making that point almost moot.

“How cold, exactly?” she asked.

Kristoff swallowed. Her eyes, in only the light from the fire in the small stove, were mesmerising.

He said, “Pretty cold. It’s my own fault. I know the insulation in all the outside walls need replacing. Not to mention these old windows. That’s where most of the heat escapes. I’ve been picking away at needs to be done but there’s always something that seems to need attention before I get to the things that’ll help with the heating and cooling…”

His voice dropped away, realizing that he was rambling and the look that Anna was giving him. There was a curiosity in her gaze, but also that thing that made him want to kiss her more than anything.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay. Unless you have another suggestion,” she breathed.

There was no way in hell he was missing the signs she was giving him. But damn his heart for getting in the way. All the time they had spent together, all the talking they had done in the last few days, all the time she was in his very presence, he had never once felt like she was a burden. He enjoyed having her around, he enjoyed having her stay at his place, he enjoyed….

Well, hell, he was in love with her. But he was a sad and lonely guy who lived in a town of almost one hundred and drove trains for a living. It was no mystery why he felt so strongly about her and certainly the same for why someone like her from a big city wouldn’t think twice about developing anything besides physical feelings for a person such as him.

The math just didn’t work.

Hence the dilemma with the way she was looking at him. It was hilarious, really, how badly he had wanted her and now that she was giving him all the signs, he couldn’t go through with it because he couldn’t deal with the aftermath of her leaving and never seeing her again.

“I’ll be just fine, Kristoff.”

Her smile was suddenly hard to read. There was disappointment but a lot of other things in it that he couldn’t place. He wished he had been able to think of something to say amidst his spinning mind. Now she was a little sullen and he hated it.

Acting impulsively, he stood up and went to his bedroom.

“You won’t be cold, Anna,” was all he could think to say.

He pulled the comforter and the sheet off the bed then reached down and hefted the mattress on its side. He dragged it into the living room and leaned it against the wall while he cleared the coffee table out of the way. With the floor clear he plopped the mattress down right in the middle of the living room floor, taking up almost all of the free walking space, and went back into the bedroom to retrieve the bedding and the pillows.

Kristoff made the bed as well as he could being on the floor, feeling her eyes on him the entire time, then finally dared to look at her.

There was complete reverence in her gaze. It startled him and it stirred something so deep inside of him, that even if he couldn’t deal with the fact that when this was over and he would probably never see her again, whatever was so primal between them was about to happen. There was no stopping it.

She stood from the couch slowly, her eyes never leaving his.

“Kristoff,” she breathed, chest heaving with anticipation.

“Anna,” was all he could manage in response before he took two big steps over the mattress, pulled her against him, and kissed her like his life depended on it.

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Anna was so glad Kristoff kissed her, that he was still kissing her, and Oh God did it ever feel good when he kissed her there! He was an incredible kisser, but it was not enough.

“I need more,” Anna growled.

Kristoff pulled his mouth from her collarbone and looked at her with a mixture of passion and curiosity. Anna started pulling off her sweater and he understood, helping her get it off her head, pausing to remove his own shirt as Anna slid off her bra. The break in contact was too much for both of them and they dove for each other again.

Kristoff’s mouth was back on hers, his hands sliding up and down her bare back, caressing her sides, pulling her closer as his kisses deepened and became more desperate… it was doing things to her she could not fathom. Anna wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time she needed more.

She pulled form his lips but did not need to tell him. He was already reaching between them and undoing the button and zipper on her jeans. His big hands went to her waist and slid down, taking her pants and underwear with them as he leaned in to kiss her again, seemingly unable to keep his mouth from hers.

Anna kicked the garments away when they landed at her feet, giving a loud moan as his hands trailed upward against the back of her thighs and onto her ass. He squeezed, giving her a moan of his own, and pulled her against him.

She could feel his erection between under pants and once again, felt the desperate need for more. Not breaking their kiss, she stepped back just enough to slide her hands between them and return the favour of liberating him of his jeans and underwear.

His clothing landed at his feet and before he had a chance to kick them away, Anna had her palm on his hard cock, pressing it against his body and slowly caressing up and down. His lips stopped moving against hers and when Anna pulled back to look at him his eyes were wide and dark with passion.

“Can we lay down?”

He nodded and finally kicked his clothing away as he moved to slide into the bed with Anna. As soon as they were side by side Kristoff paused, looking down at her with such admiration that it made her heart ache. He looked like he might be about to say something, then Anna could see the moment he decided not to and he dipped his head down to kiss her again.

It started with caressing each other’s naked skin as they kissed. Anna knew she had a petite frame but Kristoff’s size against her and his large hands that seemed to swallow up entire parts of her, made her feel even smaller. It was wonderful.

Currently, one of those big hands was covering her breast and squeezing gently as his kisses shifted down her neck, sending delightful shivers down her spine. She adored his touch and wanted it in more intimate places.

All she had to do was whine ‘please’ and he understood.

His hand went to the inside of her thigh, his palm hot and firm as he pulled it upward to where she wanted it. She pulled in a small gasp when he stroked her opening, almost in a teasing way, before a pair of strong fingertips rested on her clit.

The movement, the pressure… all of it was perfect. Anna let out a cry of relief, arching her back as pleasure spiked through her. It was incredible and it would bring her to climax… but once again, she needed something else.

“Kristoff…” she whined. “I need-”

Her words cut off as soon as she felt one of his fingers push slowly into where she absolutely needed to be touched right now.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh God, yes.”

Kristoff obliged by working in a second finger, stroking that part inside of her that no man had ever been able to find before. Anna reached out blindly and fumbled her hand between their bodies, needing to touch him back.

He shifted so that she could and when she found his erection, she wasted no time in gripping him firmly and moving her hand up and down.

He groaned, his touch on her faltering almost to a stop. Anna grinned up at him when he looked down at her. He must have taken that as a challenge because he resumed his previous movements, only quicker this time.

It was time for Anna’s hand to falter.

They touched each other desperately, until it became too much for Anna.

“Kristoff, stop.”

His fingers slid from her immediately and he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re so close, Anna,” he said between kisses.

Didn’t she know it. Her center was hot and twitching with anticipation. “I just want it to be with you inside of me,” she said, breathless as she moved, pushing him on his back and crawling over him.

His eyes looked almost black in the fading light. They would have to light another fire when they were done with the one between them.

Anna straddled his waist and grabbed the base of his cock. It throbbed in her palm and Anna was glad that he was close too. The sudden thought of climaxing with him gave her a deep sense of gratification, and she positioned herself with him and slowly slid down.

He moaned as she did and his hands came up and caressed her breasts before sliding down her sides then to her hips as she started to move against him. God, she was close. Closer than he was. When she felt herself approaching the tipping point, she stopped and reached behind her to massage his balls.

“Anna,” he breathed. “That feels so good.”

Anna caressed him for a few moments before she started moving again slowly, then a little faster, letting the sensation build up again. She could feel him tighten under her but still not there yet. She stopped again, willing her pleasure to calm for a moment. Kristoff knew what was going on and remained still under her. If he moved in any way there would be no way to stop it.

When it subsided, she caressed him once more, this time running her palms all over his broad chest and defined abs. The man was a specimen.

Kristoff moved then, gripping her hips a little firmer to move her. She went with him, finding the rhythm he wanted. Her back straightened and arched, her head falling back as she rode him.

Then all of the sudden that hot feeling of release was starting to unravel within her when his hands pulled her down tightly flush to him and she felt his cock start to pulse against her quivering center. She cried out, body rolling and pulsing with his, relishing in every single second of their combined orgasms.

When it was over, she flopped down on his chest, resting for a moment before sliding off of him and down his side to lay on her back.

They lay side by side on the mattress on the floor, staring at the ceiling, catching their breath and relishing in the euphoric experience. Neither of them said anything for a while as they listened to each calm down into easy fully satisfied breathing.

“Oh my God, that was so good.” Anna sighed, breaking the long silent moment. “That was amazing, Kristoff.”

“Yeah?” He moved to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at her with that smirk of his.

“Ohhh yeah.” Anna grinned.

“Are you ready for round two?”

Anna’s eyes widened. “Round two?”

Kristoff raised an eyebrow at her. “You don’t think I’m just a one trick pony, do you?”

Anna pinched her bottom lip in her teeth and shook her head.

“You ready then?”

She nodded with a grin, giddy and tingly all over.

“Good, because I can go all night.”

Before Anna could squeal with delight, Kristoff kissed her.

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Anna felt the mattress move as Kristoff got out of the bed. Immediately she wanted his warmth back but she was just so tired she couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes. She fell back asleep within minutes.

She heard him moving quietly about his place while she dozed off and on. She wanted to get up to see what he was doing but every time she rolled over, she found herself to be too comfortable and slipped back into sleep.

Anna had no idea how long it had gone on for, when Kristoff finally slipped back into the bed, pulling her close against his body. He had put on some sweatpants and Anna immediately made him take them off then hooked her naked leg over his.

She was lulled to sleep once more by his steady breathing.

When she finally woke for good, she cursed herself for being so tired. Well, technically it was Kristoff’s fault. She had never been with a man before who was able to get aroused more than once in one night, let alone three times. He had simply worn her out.

Kristoff hadn’t moved a muscle since slipping back into bed.

“What time is it?” Anna muttered, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Almost noon,” he said softly.

Anna could hear a frown in his voice. She looked up at him only to be taken aback by the melancholy in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Kristoff… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, and leaned over to kiss her nose. “The power is back on, I have a breakfast sandwich made for you, and… they have the road open.”

Anna suddenly understood the reason for the sadness he was trying to hide. It made her sad too.

Kristoff cleared his throat gently. “They only managed to open one lane to get people out of the valley and there is already a pretty big line-up. Once they can get everyone who’s trapped here out, they are closing it again for more avalanche control.”

Anna suddenly realized that she hadn’t felt trapped at all. Maybe at first when she was at the visitor centre wondering what on earth she was going to do, but not since being with Kristoff. Not once did she even think about the fact that she was stuck in his town with no way in or out.

A sense of deep relief washed through her at finally understanding the feelings that had been blossoming inside of her ever since she had met Kristoff. She was in love with him, and there was no way she was getting in that line of vehicles.

She said, “Well, I’ll have to eat breakfast before I leave. That won’t leave me enough time.”

“It’s already made and I’m keeping it warm in the oven, you’ll have time.”

Kristoff’s smile was still sad, not understanding what she was getting at.

“But I also promised your Ma I would see her before I left. They will probably have the road re-closed by then.”

He shook his head. “They’ll make sure they can get everyone through, Anna. They won’t just reclose it without notice because they can only get the road back to Alberta open. The people who have to head West will have to take that insanely long detour down South, so they are going to do a sweep to make sure everyone who needs to get through, can.”

Anna feigned a yawn. “Still, I am pretty tired. It would probably be pretty dangerous of me to get behind the wheel, being so sleepy and all.”

Kristoff simply stared at her, swallowing thickly at finally realizing what she was saying. The hope she now saw in his eyes almost killed her. Clearly, this had meant a lot to him too and that made Anna’s heart soar.

“Well, that would be dangerous,” he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Um hmmmm.” Anna nodded. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Right.”

Anna stretched her arms above her head, leaving her eyes glued to his. “I guess I had better stay then and I’ll just have to wait until they re-open the roads for good.”

“Could be a few more days.” Kristoff’s eyes fell to her lips as he whispered.

“As long as you’re okay having me here for longer…” Anna inched her face closer to his.

Kristoff’s answer was to close the distance to her lips and kiss her.

>>>>>>

When Kristoff pulled back from that kiss, he told Anna that he loved her. She grinned and told him she loved him too, then put her lips back on his. They spent the remainder of that day making love, cuddling and talking. The RCMP came by to see if anyone in the house needed to get through and Kristoff and Anna both blushed deeply and said that no, no one in the house had any intent to go anywhere.

Kristoff’s Ma called later in the evening to see if Anna had left and was wholly unsurprised to learn that she was going to stay until they re-opened the roads again. Bulda admitted to Kristoff that she could tell in the way they looked at each other that there was something deep and meaningful going on.

The next day they went to the now empty Inn and had dinner with Cliff and Bulda. The old couple could not stop beaming at their son and his lovely new girlfriend.

That night, after making passionate love, Kristoff and Anna decided they would both move. It wouldn’t be fair to ask Kristoff to move to a big city and it would be equally unfair to ask Anna to give up the job she loved so much to move to a small town with no school. They agreed that between either Banff, Golden, possibly even Revelstoke, wherever Anna could get a job teaching pre-school would be where they would live and make their home together.

It happened for them five months later. It was hard to be apart as they both wrapped up parts of their lives to move. Anna was accepted to teach in Banff - secretly the place she was hoping for – and they found themselves a little starter house. It needed a little work but they could both afford it and it was perfect. Kristoff was even able to keep his place in Field, thinking it could be their getaway cabin. It would have been hard to sell anyway.

The first night in their house, mattress on the floor of the living room like it was the first time they made love, Kristoff admitted that he was happy she got a job in Banff because of all the places it was his favourtie. Anna just smiled and told him how perfect he was. He blushed, then kissed her.

Kristoff continued to drive trains for a year, then grew too tired of the time he was away from Anna. All he seemed to be able to think about when he was on the tracks was getting back to her. It was a serious pay-cut, but he found a job in town pumping gas. He didn’t care because he got to have lunches with Anna almost every day and got to go home early to her at the end of his shift.

They were in heaven.

Over the next year Kristoff built up a home-business making furniture while he worked at the gas station. Thanks to Anna’s very clever social media marketing, he started to get orders from all over North America. That winter he quit his job to work in their little garage workshop fulltime.

Kristoff proposed to Anna the following Spring and they got married that Summer in the Banff Springs hotel. It was a joyous affair with all their family and friends. Kristoff and Anna agreed it was the best day of their lives.

Then they had their first child the year after; the new best day of their lives.

When Anna became pregnant as their daughter turned one, they moved into a bigger house with a bigger garage for Kristoff’s ever-growing business that was now getting orders from overseas.

Their son came into the world, and it was again, one of those absolutely best days they could ever imagine.

Over the next few years Kristoff managed to open up a shop downtown and hired a team of people to make his designs that were still in demand all over the globe. Anna still adored working with her preschool kids. Whenever she saw a former pupil on the street, weather it was a year past or five, she always remembered their name. Kristoff found that very special about his beautiful wife.

Anna and Kristoff often reminisced about the happiness they found with each other, and never more so than in the winter when big heavy flakes of snow started falling, reminding them both of the reason that brought them together. Those were the nights they savoured most, always making love and falling asleep naked under the covers, ready for whatever the next day was going to bring them.

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A/N: This fic was inspired by true events. Can’t remember when; it was YEARS ago. Perhaps a decade even. But avalanches trapped some cars and trucks in Field and the town came together to share eggs and fresh food and make sure people had places to sleep and whatnot.

#trapped #cee wrote this mess #kristanna smut week 2020 #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au #i suck at titles omg #wordy disaster of a smut fic lol

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