Oops (Final Effect)
“...”
“...”
Her Royal Majesty Elsa I stared at Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII. A gulf of centuries separated them, yet their similarities could not be denied. However, neither of them were focused on that at this particular moment. Instead...
Averia took a deep breath and turned her head. She was still standing between Elsa’s legs. “So... my Aunt Vanille’s descendants are even more troublesome than she is. Can you all leave the room? My wife and I have something to finish. Or rather, my wife has yet to finish.”
The Dia-Farron fled the room, and Averia VII was not far behind them.
Maybe those rumours about the unquenchable thirst of her ancestor were true...
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Selection (Final Rose)
“What do you think of this one?” Elsa asked.
Anna rolled her eyes. “Elsa, I think you’re spending entirely too much time worrying about which swimsuit to wear when we all know you’ll barely be wearing it at all.”
The queen huffed. “Anna...”
“Hey, it’s true.” Anna glanced back at Claire. “Back me up here.”
“I seem to recall a certain somebody planning which swimsuit to wear quite extensively,” Claire drawled as she cast a brief glance at Elsa before returning her attention to her weapon. A sword-bow was a great weapon, but it required careful maintenance. If it jammed halfway, she’d be left with something that was neither a sword nor a bow. Instead, it would be a wonky sort of club. “Or did you think I hadn’t noticed?”
Anna blushed. “This and that are completely different.”
“In what way?” Claire asked.
“Because you’re not going to do that thing.”
Claire raised an eyebrow. “What thing?”
“You know, that thing Averia does where she kind of just looks at Elsa likes she wants to drag her off and do all sorts of utterly depraved things to her.”
“Ah.” Claire nodded sagely and then looked at Anna. “You mean this thing?”
“...” Anna’s face went red, and whatever she was going to say seemed to have fled her mind.
“Oh my.” Elsa found herself blushing as well. “I... uh... I think I’ll leave you two alone right now.”
“For the record,” Claire said as Elsa hurried for the door. “It’s more of a Farron thing that an Averia thing.”
Outside, Elsa studiously ignored the sound of Anna practically tackling Claire. However, she’d barely gotten half a step before she felt familiar arms wrap around her.
“The third one,” Averia whispered into Elsa’s ear. “I think the third one you tried will look absolutely gorgeous on you and on the floor when we’re alone.”
“...” Elsa swallowed thickly and managed to turn her head.
Averia was giving her the look.
“You were watching?” Elsa shuddered. “Were you using Saviour to watch us through the walls?”
“I thought you liked it when I watch you,” Averia replied. “Am I wrong?”
Elsa’s skin flushed again. “No...”
“Good.” Averia let go of her. “I have a meeting to go to.”
Elsa blinked. “What...?”
“I have a meeting to go to.” Averia gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you this evening.” She lowered her voice. “Although the third one looks the best, I wouldn’t mind a private showing of the others too.”
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