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[rwbyremnants]

WARNING: Strap-on sex. Dirty talk turns a little dark.

Okay, back on track! Or trying. Going to rev up and get the rest of this one posted, so I can finally move along to some of my other projects. Thanks for hanging in there - not too many more chapters now!

=Chapter 54

After giving her a few minutes to herself, Blake and Weiss checked on Nebula to make sure she was alright. The girl acted a bit surly and annoyed, but mostly was very quiet. When they petted over her hair and soothed her enough, her anger and annoyance seemed to fade, even if she was no more chatty than before. She flashed them a weak, uncomfortable smile before rejoining the dance.

Which didn’t continue much longer. Homecoming was over, and the teachers began to gently encourage the students to make their way home. Weiss said goodnight to everyone before hopping onto Yang’s bike to head for home.

Except that wasn’t where they were going.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as she drove out of town. “This isn’t- are you kidnapping me again? Gosh!”

“Just be patient,” Yang laughed over her shoulder as their hair flapped on the breeze. By now, the delicate arrangement Weiss had put hers into was unravelling into a mess, but she was alright with it; the pictures had all been taken, dances done. Definitely time to let their hair down.

Her surprise was more like realization when they pulled up in front of a motel. It wasn’t a ritzy place from downtown, but it wasn’t the grody fleabag motels on the very outskirts of Vale, either; that made sense of their long drive. These were probably more affordable because they weren’t close to the city. Yang wasn’t exactly wealthy and probably had to borrow the money for this from Kali or someone.

“You really think I’m so easy,” she muttered with a small smile.

“You are. My Easy Peasy Princess.” Slipping an arm around her waist, she began to guide her toward the rooms along the side. “I already checked in earlier and set everything up; man, did I burn a lot of gas for this, but I think it’s gonna be worth it.”

The hotel room was about what Weiss expected. Because she expected magic from Yang; underestimating her was always a mistake. Rose petals were scattered across the bedsheets. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice - and Weiss had no idea how she had arranged for that to be ready, or how she could get it sent there despite their still being school-aged. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe… she didn’t want to break this beautiful spell.

Hands came up to peel the leather jacket from around her shoulders. “Is… it okay?”

“Okay? Yang, it’s wonderful!” She turned to grasp her by the lapels of her own jacket, dragging her down for a huge kiss, which was returned warmly. “Golly, how long have you been scheming to do this?”

“A week or two,” she admitted shyly, grinning from ear to ear. Weiss had to kiss her again. “Hey, hey, there’s plenty to go around, Schnee. Pace yourself.” Then she began to shrug out of her jacket as she went to lock the door. “So I checked in on Nebula for you.”

As she picked up a rose petal, twirling it in her fingers, she asked, “Yeah? She really wanted to talk to you after what we pulled?”

“Nah. Just snooped around while the whole group of ‘em were standing by the punch bowl. Pretty shaken up and wasn’t saying much, and they were all trying to crack her like a walnut; no dice. So I think you and Blake are probably right, that she’s gonna fall on our side of the fence.”

“Oh. Well that's… good. Isn't it?”

After stepping out of her heels, Yang walked over to slide her arms around her girl. Her homecoming date. “Yeah. Blake mentioned you were kind of feeling weird about it.”

“A little. Like, I know we told her so many times she could stop us, asked her if she liked what we were doing, but… I still couldn't help remembering that fear I felt when Blake and the others were doing it to me. So I guess I felt guilty.”

“Hey, that's a good thing.” When Weiss looked over her shoulder at her in surprise, Yang offered her a soft chuckle. “Feeling guilty, worrying that you might go to far… keeps your actions and your motives in check. Your conscience, right? Jiminy Cricket. The little voice that helps you remember to do the right thing. And you always do, Weiss.”

Her eyes looks down at the bed covered in rose petals. “Then why do I feel like some kind of tramp for kissing at least three girls tonight? It should just be you.”

“Maybe, in some fairytale romance. But this ain't a fairytale. And I promise you, I don't mind sharing you as long as I get the biggest slice of this calico to myself.” She kissed the side of her head.

“Mmmhh…” Yang let her go and reached for the champagne. “You're so good to me. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

Violet eyes crackled with precocious interest as she popped the cork; Weiss jumped a little, prompting her to grin wider as she poured it into a couple of flutes. “Pretty damn lucky, yeah. You got me. And tonight, I'm going to make you feel like more than a princess, Princess. You'll feel like a queen.”

“Oh, you silly brute, I already do.” They raised glasses and clinked. “To a perfect homecoming.”

“And a perfect after-homecoming. Cheers.”

After taking their sips and laughing at how the bubbles tickled their noses, they set the flutes aside and Yang produced a couple of turkey clubs she had dropped off along with the bubbly. Weiss’s face was all smiles as they nibbled and chatted, filling in little gaps in what each other had missed during the evening. She felt so strange, sitting side-saddle on a bed of rose petals with a sandwich in one hand and champagne in the other, wearing an elegant white dress, talking to one of the leaders of a biker gang.

Her life was bizarre. And she loved it that way.

“You really saw this? Not just imagined it?”

“Nope,” Yang laughed as they finished off the last sips. They were a little goofy but not too bad; it was only one bottle. Weiss had a sneaking suspicion Yang could have scored them plenty of her mother’s liquor, but the idea had been to celebrate, not get completely soused.

“Blushing? Like really blushing, red in the cheeks?”

As Yang nodded, she adjusted her position so that her legs were out to one side instead of crossed, as they had been for the last few minutes. “I think Ilia’s gonna have her wrapped around her finger by the end of the week. Not like she’s really trying to, but I could see it happening.”

“I’ve been hoping,” she gushed with a big grin. “Can’t believe it worked! After she got so snippy - well, she was right to be snippy, I made her so embarrassed by bringing it up in front of Blake - I really thought she was done with both of us. But now, everything’s coming up roses!”

“You’re so cute.”

“Huh? Oh, I am not.” When Yang set aside her glass and crawled toward Weiss, she bit her lip shyly. “Nnn…”

Stopping just so their noses were touching, she pecked her lips. “Hi.”

“G-good evening.”

“I have another surprise for you.” When Weiss only raised her eyebrows, she took her flute and set it next to the other one, then turned back, cheeks warm and her entire demeanor nervous. Yang, nervous? “It’s… okay, I had this whole big production in mind a week ago to show it off, but now I don’t think I should do it that way. Because of… things.”

“Yang, I don’t know what we’re talking about,” she laughed. “What is it?”

But Yang certainly didn’t seem mollified by her attitude. So she reached into the small suitcase standing by the sink and brought out a little cloth sack, ferrying it back to the bed.

“It can go right back away, Weiss. No big deal. But I thought… well, something special, if you wanted to try it. I guess. I dunno.”

Why was she so nervous? It was beginning to spread; Weiss found herself worried about whatever was in that bag without any real reason to be. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. You’re just pulling my leg.”

“It’s not bad. But I’m… well, it’s here if you want it.”

“Oh, for goodness sake!” she snapped, snatching up the bag and yanking out-

What was it? At first, the bewildered Princess thought she was looking at some kind of rubber banana. It was pinkish with a wide base - which kept it from sliding entirely through a metal ring. Around that ring were tied some fabric straps, connected to each other through a couple of buckles. Her head cocked to one side as she held it up by the straps, watching it swing from side to side.

“Okay… I give up,” she finally muttered. “What is this thing?”

“Well…” Clearing her throat, she reached over and guided Weiss’s hands down until the wide base of the rubber banana was resting in Weiss’s lap. And that made it very clear:

It wasn’t a banana.

“OH! Oh, it’s- wait, how would you…” Then her cheeks filled with redness. “Oh.”

Grimacing, Yang said, “I wanted this for tonight. But after what we talked about, during the game? Maybe it was a dumb idea. Never want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.”

Normally, Weiss would already have been reassuring Yang about the matter of her recent trauma. But she was a little distracted. This was a penis. Not a real one, it was made of rubber and looked a little silly, but now there was no mistaking the shape. How could she have missed that when she first took a gander? And it wasn’t exactly small; not that she was some kind of connoisseur who knew the difference, but considering where Yang intended this to go…

“S-so… you want to put this…” She picked up the straps, loosely wrapping them around her own waist. “And th-then when you’re wearing it, this would go…” One index fingertip landed on the tip of the phallus itself. “Wowie ZOWIE.”

“Like I said,” Yang hurried to assure her, looking for all the world like she was about to run from the room in a panic, “w-we don’t have to do anything. But I already bought it before… well, before. So I figured, hey, might as well show it to you, and let you… let you decide… for… yoursel-”

“Yang,” she told her firmly, reaching up to cup her cheek. The blonde swallowed so hard she saw her throat working to accomplish it. “Everything’s fine. I’m not upset. It’s… wow, I don’t know what I’m feeling! But this was a sweet gesture, and I’m not going to let you think you’re making me angry with it.”

“B-but I don’t want to remind you of him!” she hissed, finally letting a tear slip past her guard, teeth clenched. “It makes me angry to think about, a-and when I flipped your skirt… I just don’t want to ever do that again. Not even by accident. Ever.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Weiss threw herself into a hungry kiss that they both needed. Hands slid up backs, tangled into already tangled hair. It was easy to get completely lost in that moment, so they did, only coming up when breathing made it necessary.

“Phwoo!” Yang let out in a shaky voice, grinning again. “Really laid one on me!”

Grinning, Weiss kissed both of her cheeks before pulling back again. “I love you, Xiao Long. Don’t you think for a second I don’t.”

“Got it.” They both heaved deep breaths to calm themselves a bit. “And, um… y’know, we could do something else. Hang onto this for another time.”

As one, they both looked down at the implement still lying in Weiss’s lap. How innocent it looked there, on top of her white dress. But its position gave her an idea.

“You wanted to take my virginity tonight, huh?”

“Huh? Oh… w-well, yeah.” She scratched the back of her blonde head with a big grin. “You see right through me, Schnee. But I kinda figured, if you did wanna try this… a special night like tonight’s the best time.”

“Hmph. Typical brute.”

“What?”

Smirking just a little, she turned and presented her back to Yang. “Could you please unzip me?” Yang only remained confused for a moment before she obeyed, helping her take the dress off afterward and lay it carefully over the back of a chair. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Wanna get me next?”

“No.”

“Huh?” Suddenly, Weiss pushed Yang down on the bed and kissed her again, then drew back and snatched up the strange contraption. “Oh, yeah, get that out of the-”

Her voice died when she saw Weiss was looking at it quite carefully, turning it over and examining the ways the straps worked. Then she began to step through them, pulling them up to hitch around her waist and thighs. It wasn’t as if Weiss was some sort of imbecile; the device was not that complex.

“There,” she sighed once it was in place. Then she looked up to see…

A very, very surprised and flustered Yang Xiao Long. Of course, she was handling being flustered a lot better than she herself would have been, or a lot of their other friends for that matter. Still a strong woman who had very little to fear from some wispy, white haired paper shaker. But seeing the rubber cock jutting out from over her girlfriend's underwear was filling her cheeks with color, shortening her breath.

“Hey there, little girl…” Weiss bit her lip, feeling a little silly but wanting to commit to her performance now that she had begun. This was better. This was something she knew she could handle, regardless of her lingering fears. And if Yang could handle it, then they were all set. “The dance is over. Ready for the real party to begin?”

At first Yang laughed, and Weiss thought that she was going to blow off her attempt at playing this game. But then she fluttered her eyelashes and clutched at the hem of her dress.

“Golly gee, that's a big friend you have there.”

Her hips swayed a little as she approached the side of the bed again. “You got that right. Would you like to touch it?” She wasn't sure if this was how men normally were or not, having no true frame of reference - other than a recent, regrettable encounter. She was making it up as she went.

“Can I?” Meanwhile, Yang's imitation of a virgin straightie was pretty good, and also a little amusing to watch given how far removed she was from her own virginity. They both were, by this point. Even how hesitant her fingers were as they reached up for the rubbery length.

“Go ahead.”

Watching Yang stroke it changed the atmosphere. It had been light and playful before, but now there was a new seriousness somehow related to the tacit agreement that they stay silent while Yang touched, explored with her fingers. As if it were real. For that matter, Weiss could almost swear that she could feel something wherever those fingers touched.

“It's so big,” Yang purred up at her as she stroked. “Can I… give it a little kiss?”

“Why on Earth would you want to k- um, I mean, yes. Kiss it.”

And she obeyed. This was even stranger, because she couldn't imagine what either of them got out of this activity… yet it was turning her on. Watching that pair of perfect lips wrap around the tip of the false cock was a hypnotizing sight that brought heat to her cheeks. And elsewhere.

“Mmmhhhhh,” she moaned against the rubber for effect. And that, Weiss could feel - the vibrations echoed through the length, the base, her underwear. Right into her own clit, which was grateful to have some kind of stimulation - however distant - given how enticing the display before her was turning out to be.

“V-very good,” she finally said, voice hoarse. Then she pushed Yang back by her shoulder. “But that's not where this is supposed to go, is it?”

Sparks of pure desire were flashing in her girlfriend's violet eyes as she reclined on the bed, pressing her thighs together beneath the orange fabric of her dress. As if she hadn't decided whether or not to let Weiss between them.

“I don't know,” she breathed, twirling a golden ringlet around her index finger. “Show me.”

Something about this new, coquettish Yang was driving her wild, fanning the flames of her needs much faster than she could have expected. Her mind wandered back to what her mother had said about Yang; about her being brutish, muscular, and more like the men her mother had dated. If she could only see how she looked there, draped in the middle of all those rose petals and looking like the daintiest girl in the world - in spite of the muscles lying just beneath soft skin.

And it seemed to awaken a need in her. A need to take on the role her girlfriend normally assumed. She bent down and picked up one of Yang's legs by the ankle, pulling it up to press her lips against her toes through her nylon stocking.

“Huh? Weiss…?”

“Like this,” she rumbled as she began to pull the leg off to the side. She had never heard her own voice like this in her whole life, and it was strange, unnatural. Yet it seemed to suit the moment perfectly. Then she repeated the process with the second leg, earning a little “oh” at the kiss… and a louder, deeper one when she realized that her legs had been parted so easily without her even realizing it was going on.

“Damn,” she whispered, as if it weren't exactly part of their ‘play’ together. “Smooth; I should be taking lessons from you, Schnee.”

Weiss smiled as she held a finger to her lips. “Shhhh.” They both shared a grin before she cleared her throat and slid her hands up Yang’s calves, kneeling on the bed. “You are such a pretty girl, and you look so good tonight.”

“Th-thank you,” she breathed, a hand falling against her chest as if to soothe a racing heart. “You really think I'm pretty?”

“Yes. You're beautiful.” That part had not been acting. But then she was positioned right between her lover's strong thighs, ready to do something neither of them had tried quite yet. What would a boy say under these circumstances? Probably something very uncouth.

“But you're going to look even more beautiful in a minute.”

This blush was definitely not feigned, and Weiss felt her own heart skip over a beat to see Yang looking so vulnerable. “O-ooh… I… Weiss…”

It was at this point they ran into a little snag. Weiss had pushed up her dress to see her lacy underwear - which also made her heart jump into her throat, her Yang had gone to all this effort to make tonight sexy for her - and they both reached a sudden realization.

“How… do I do this exactly?” Weiss stage-whispered.

“I don’t know, either!” Yang admitted in the same quiet voice. “First one of these things I’ve ever had! I mean, a couple fingers did the job until now, so…”

“Okay! I’ll just kind of… play it by ear!” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, putting herself back into the proper mentality. “Ready for me?”

The gulp was pretty theatrical, but the eagerness and uncertainty were not. Yang really wasn’t sure if she would like this. “Y-yes. Be gentle?”

Weiss gripped the length of rubber by the base just above the ring of metal. It was pretty rigid in the middle; she wondered if it was wrapped around wood, or something else. Then she began to grind it against the wetness she could only imagine for now, lying just on the other side of her panties.

“What if I don’t want to be gentle?”

“What?”

Weiss smirked darkly as she ground the tip from side to side. “What if I want… to make you scream for me, sweetheart?”

Those words left Yang speechless - but not for long. Weiss was already pushing the fabric to one side, moving the head into place between those soft petals she knew so well. Her eyes flicked up to check Yang’s readiness, and she seemed to be ready… even if she was also very quiet. Probably still worried about how it was going to feel to take this in for the first time.

“Tell me you want this.” She ground it up and down, prodding just a little at her clit - earning a sharp breath inward. “Do you want m-my cock?”

The violet eyes swung up to lock onto Weiss’s, sharper than before. Curious. But after a moment of indecision, she did manage a nod. So Weiss began to guide her hips forward, paying close attention to make sure this new toy of theirs went exactly where they wanted it to go.

“O-oh, I- OH! SHIT! Weiss, it’s pretty big, I’ve never- ohhhhh, wow!”

More fascinated than anything else, Weiss watched as she did this with her own hips. Bizarre-looking, but also one of the most erotic sights of her short life. More - she wanted more, they both did. She shifted forward, hands falling to Yang’s hips to hang on.

“Wait, I- ow! Weiss, too much, too- WAIT!”

She held still, eyes wary as she scrutinized Yang’s sweating face. There was some very real pain there, and a little bit of uncertainty. “What? Isn’t it supposed to… hurt a little? The first time?”

“No!” she hissed. “I’m not a virgin like that, I already poked through that a long time ago!”

“Oh. Then what’s the problem? Can’t take the heat, Xiao Long?” At Yang’s dumbstruck expression, she rolled her hips - not really pushing in more, just sending a little vibration into her.

“NH! Weiss?”

“Such a big, strong girl,” she teased as she rocked her hips. “I know you can take it.”

There was something about Yang’s expression that she kept trying to figure out as she shifted forward, deeper into her lover. Yes, she slowly began to relax, but there remained this wariness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Yang’s mouth fell open to gasp in mingling pain and pleasure as she made it all the way inside, and Weiss felt her own sex throbbing, wishing it could participate. But it would have to wait its turn tonight.

“So quiet,” she finally hissed down at her when she slid her hips back. The idea was supposed to be to thrust, right? That’s what they had done with fingers - and what her mother described to her mortified young brain so long ago. “Normally you have the gift of gab. What’s wrong, little girl?”

But Yang didn’t respond. Just squeaked at the feeling of her walls being teased by the thick, rigid mass. Weiss waited a second, then gave up and started to thrust forward…

And she couldn’t. Something was wrong, even if everything seemed fine. Yang wasn’t protesting… she wasn’t saying anything. Which was the problem.

“I said, what’s wrong?” Still no answer. “Yang?”

“Can…” Yang’s voice was too low. Weiss leaned down closer, trying to get her to speak up. “Can you kiss me?”

“This ain’t that kind of square dance, sweetheart,” she chuckled - but this time, she saw Yang flinch at her words, and she blinked. “What is it? Do… you really need me to kiss you?”

Her lip trembled as she breathed “No”, which was what made Weiss take her lips gently. It took a moment to really get going, because for the first time in her entire memory, Yang felt like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss back. Even if it only lasted for a single terrifying second before she melted, kneading back hungrily, desperate for more. And Weiss gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted. She would always do that whenever possible.

“What did I do?” she whispered in a very soft, very fragile voice once they parted. Yang shrugged. “No, don’t do that. Talk to me.”

Yang’s eyes were misty and she tried for a smile. It looked awful. “I-it’s not important. Sorry. Um… we can keep going now.”

“Hey! You don’t cry over just anything!”

“Weiss, you kinda have a plastic banana up my dress where the sun don’t shine. Let’s save the talking for aft-”

“Yang!” Her breath hiccuped, and she kissed her lips. “Was it… that crack about you not being able to take the heat? Too far? J-just tell me what I did, I’m sorry, I’ll… yeah, I could just go, i-if that’s what you want!”

Rolling her misty eyes now, she grunted and said, “It’s stupid.” But one glance at Weiss’s face told her this wasn’t going away. “Okay, okay! Chee! I just…”

“Just?” she prompted.

“It wasn’t you.” Her face already looked haunted, but her tone of voice was clearly a woman trying to get something over with in a hurry. “So it started out fun, but when you said things like ‘then what’s the problem’, it really didn’t sound like my Princess. A-and it felt… bad. Wrong. I don’t know, it’s really stupid, and I feel stupid; obviously it’s you, I can see you right there. Why did I flip on you like that? It was like I couldn’t figure out how to tell you I felt bad, and that just made it worse! Talk about being a wet rag.”

Now she got it. And Weiss got even more than Yang herself did. She was being pushy, and unconcerned with Yang’s welfare. Ready to take what she wanted like a man would.

Like one specific man would.

“No,” she breathed when it hit her like a truck. “I… why would I do that? No, please, no, I- Yang, I love you, and- and i-if you wanted to stop me, all you had to do was… was punch me in the face! UGH! NO! Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

Now Yang was confused. “Do what? I didn’t do anything!”

“That’s what I mean! You did nothing! Just let me talk to you like that, a-and I thought we were… playing some kind of game or something, while you felt awful because I was so… being disgusting! Don’t you ever let me do that again if you don’t like it, okay? And there’s no reason you should! Ugh… I just… I’m going to take a shower or something, I can’t believe what a terrible thing I almo-”

Yang’s lips were capturing hers with even more desperation than before, fingernails stabbing into the back of her neck to stop her from escaping this moment. Weiss literally threw herself into it with the abandon of a woman on death row. When they parted, she saw Yang’s eyes were still wet but she was smiling.

“Keep going, Princess.”

“What?” She thrust a little, just to see if that was what Yang meant - and got a moan for her efforts. “That?”

“Yeah. Fuck me.” The shaky breath she took showed she still clearly wasn’t back to her usual self, but was getting there, and determined to do it faster for the sake of her lover. “Give me that full ‘prom night experience’.”

“It’s homecoming.”

Yang shrugged, biting her lip at a fresh wave of pleasure. “Same difference. If you can… will you keep going?”

There really wasn’t much of a choice to make. Hanging onto Yang’s shoulders, lying flat on top of her, Weiss began to roll her hips… and saw it change her lover. In the same way Yang had been thrown off by seeing her try on the role of dominant male, Weiss didn’t quite know what to make of watching her godlike paramour turn into such a delicate flower. But she liked it - both seeing her look so sweet and vulnerable, and that Yang loved her and trusted her enough to let down her shields.

She would never take advantage of that. Not even on accident, as she had almost done moments ago. Then and there, she swore to herself that whatever had been messed up in her brain was going to stop affecting other people - especially Yang.

“Oh!” Yang finally called out when she was getting close. “Weiss! More, c-can… you go harder?”

“Yeah!” she grunted as her speed ramped up even more, falling to wrap her lips and teeth around the side of Yang’s neck. This was hard work, and it felt really strange to be doing it while receiving no pleasure herself. Well… Yang had pawed at her breasts a couple of times, and the base of the “banana” bumping against her mons did deliver some dull shockwaves, but Yang was definitely the one getting most of the benefits. And after making her feel like dirt earlier, that was all that mattered.

The instant she heard the moans of pleasure rise in pitch, felt the writhing turn to haphazard twitching, she knew her lover had reached her heights of pleasure. God, she looked so good in that moment! She had always thought so, but this was on another level, seeing her relinquish all power and let Weiss take the wheel. Yang had become an utter mess, writhing and screaming and fully open. Pure elation.

It only made Weiss fall more in love with her.

Leaning down to capture her lips, Weiss came to a stop when Yang did, and they poured all of their feelings into that point of contact. Weiss drew back to smile down at her.

“How was it?” she whispered excitedly. “I mean, when we started…” Time to eat crow. “When I stopped doing it wrong.”

But Yang was already shaking her head, leaning up to kiss her chin. “Not wrong. Just… weird, for me.”

“Wrong, Yang. But I want to know how it felt. What’s this like? Are we missing out on anything from boys?” They both giggled a little.

“Nah. Well… it was really different, and felt pretty great once I got used to it. But the problem is those things are usually attached to boys.” More laughter, which helped to ease the churning sickness in Weiss’s stomach that she had been trying to ignore. “So you wearing this is Fat City; all the benefits with no drawbacks.”

Nodding as she thought about that, Weiss slowly slid backward - and heard Yang gasp as she pulled the rubber phallus out. Then she asked, “Better than when I use my mouth? Well, obviously I’m not very good at that, anyway…”

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing at that!” Once Weiss rolled onto her back, gazing down at the glistening implement, Yang curled around her and did the same. “Wow, that’s so weird. That thing was in me.”

“You really think I’m good at, um, drinking from your cup?”

Yang’s hand drifted up and down her bare stomach, playing over the little pink scar for an instant. “If I went the rest of my life with just your mouth getting me off, I’d be completely okay with that. Bet on it, Weiss.” Then she nuzzled her neck. “Now… you gotta stop beating yourself up.”

“What?”

“For the dirty talk getting out of hand. Don’t even try it,” she cut her off when Weiss opened her mouth to argue. “I can tell you’re still thinking about it.”

Swallowing hard, she leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I think… I did something really bad. But I didn’t mean to do it! Just kind of happened, and by the time I figured it out, you already looked so… I hope I never make you look that way again. It scared me.”

“Scared you?! I was freaking out!” When Weiss winced, she hugged her closer. “Not mad at you. But nobody’s ever made me feel like that before, and it wasn’t all bad, okay? Just new.”

“I made you feel like a victim.”

“NO. You made me feel like I was really… not the one in control for once. It was nice, but it was kinda scary, too. None of that’s bad but it’s weird for me, that’s all.” She searched for the proper words for a second, and Weiss tried to be patient, to just let her think. “You’re so hot when you take charge like that.”

“Really?!”

Yang rolled her eyes. “Yes! Chee, you always act like you’re some kind of boring, hideous beast, when you’re not! What’s your tale, nightingale? Is it your dad who made you feel like you ain’t good enough? Because I mean… I hope now that he dug his own grave, we can get started making you feel like you’re the bee’s knees.”

That whole onslaught of deep insights from Yang, who normally acted like she didn’t care about much besides sex, hanging out, and her motorcycle, took Weiss by surprise and made her fall silent. But it was all true. She found it awfully hard to completely believe that she was worthy of love, that her own confidence was well-placed. On some level, she did know it was because of how her father treated her, but had never examined it fully - or had just assumed she deserved it.

“You’re right. I… whoa. I’m… wow, he really messed up my brain.”

“All our parents do. How do you think I feel, with one of mine barely putting up with me and the other running off like I’m yesterday’s trash?”

“Hey,” she told her firmly. “I’m sure your father loves you. He just…”

“Yeah, yeah, Summer died, and he couldn’t handle it.” She shrugged. “I understand. Still hurts to be dumped.”

Settling in for a longer discussion about parents, Weiss turned to snuggle her a little closer. Yang snickered at the feeling of the rubber against her leg and she smirked back. “That’s why your mom is so tough, and she probably wanted to make you just as tough, right?”

“Got that right,” she sighed as she kissed the side of her girlfriend’s head. “But I already know that. Looks like you’re just kinda figuring it out, huh?”

“Yeah. I… well, mine always made my mother and I feel so inferior. Why didn’t I ever realise that it wasn’t just changing how I felt about him?”

Yang shrugged hard, though she was clearly getting more comfortable. That flash of anxiety was long gone, which was a huge relief. “Because we don’t think about it, I guess. Headshrinkers do. But you shaking me up about Ruby and Qrow… I kinda got thinking about stuff like that afterward. How I was still feeling let down and wanted to take it out on them. Didn’t have a choice but to figure things out anymore, and… yeah. Thanks.”

“Why are you thanking me? I was just sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, like I always do. Just ask Pyrrha, or Blake and Ilia.”

“You mean the Blake and Ilia who danced together tonight, looking so cute and happy that I could gag? The Pyrrha who got to go with the boy of her dreams – and cut a rug with Cinder besides?” When Weiss smiled, Yang tickled her just a little to make the smile bigger. “Yeah, there you go! You did that! Pat yourself on the back, it’s okay!”

Finally broken out of her funk, she snuggled even closer, Yang enveloping her in her strong arms. And she felt the freedom to mention, “You know… you looked really good.”

“I did? In my dress? Aww, shucks!”

“Well, yes, of course you did. But what I meant was… just now.” She had to clear her throat to make herself finish her thought: “Seeing you spread out below me was so sexy.”

The deeply-blushing blonde grinned into Weiss’s shoulder. “You’re gonna make me turn into a tomato.” When Weiss kissed the top of her head, she sighed and whispered, “But I guess I don’t mind it. When it’s you.”

And Weiss didn’t mind, either. But that much was obvious.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #freezerburn smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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WARNING: NSFW. Punzelsanna content (Elsa/Anna/Jennifer Punzel).

NOTE: Wow, did not intend to post this almost exactly one month after the last chapter. But hey, that's kinda fun! I hope you all enjoy Anna's birthday celebration (which, also very coincidentally, happened right after my own). See you with another chapter very soon!

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John did make the time to stop by the following week. Anna had been out with Punz, but she heard all about it when she got home. That really was the best news she could have expected. She found herself smiling the whole while they were having that conversation, even if it felt a little too early for celebration. But it was a step in the right direction.

Wendy didn't come around until after Christmas break was over and done with. Anna and Punz were already back in classes, and she only heard through a call from her dad that Wendy had stopped by to mend fences, and been highly distressed that she had missed her chance…

Since Elsa was already gone. Just as she had promised, once the holiday was over with, she hopped into the time machine and fast-forwarded another month. Again, from her father, Anna heard that Doc Pabbie had rigged up her phone so that the call would originate from somewhere overseas - a simple matter for anyone who'd heard of a VPN before, much less an actual scientist - and Elsa talked to her eldest daughter that way. Then checked in with John, as well. Then… gone again.

It was sad that Anna didn't get to see her during that visit, but it couldn't be helped. Her mother seemed determined to hold herself to that self-imposed policy that she and Anna had to eventually be closer in age if she was going to let herself enjoy their relationship. So when month after month slipped by, she wasn't surprised not to really hear from her mother.

Until the middle of March. Anna's nineteenth birthday.

Through pure chance, it fell on a Saturday, so she and Punz spent the day together, able to freely ignore the demands of classes. They had planned to see a movie and go out to dinner. And it was nice, it was, but on the drive home Anna couldn't help the little bead of sadness that kept pestering the back of her mind.

It felt… weird, not seeing Elsa on this particular date. Or hearing from her. And while she absolutely appreciated Jennifer and everything they did that day – everything that she had done to make her birthday special, like the incredible girlfriend she was – it was still depressing not to hear from her mother at all, and it weighed on her.

Clearly Punz knew. Anna tried not to drag her down, because she didn't want Punz to think she didn't love spending time with her, but she could still tell when Anna wasn't feeling completely okay. Maybe she had known that if Elsa didn't contact her then Anna would feel down, because when they got back to the dorm, there was a surprise waiting that Anna never would have guessed.

Or rather, wouldn't have guessed all of it. She had hoped – and to a certain degree, expected – they would have the traditional birthday sex at some point in the day. The thought that Punz would take it further than she ever had before didn't even cross Anna's mind. Punz was gorgeous and sweet and so, so receptive. Not passive, just… reactionary.

So when she pushed Anna onto the bed, moving to sit astride her as she pulled her shirt off, it was the most heavenly surprise.

"You're mine tonight," she said, leaning forward to capture Anna's lips in a possessive display of power. The quick view Anna had of the extra-lacy bra was enough to get her heart pumping. Any remaining thoughts of Elsa temporarily slipped beneath the waves of her own arousal.

"What does that mean?" she found herself whispering a short time later, as her own body was shucked of its trappings. "Do you… want me to call you 'master' or something?"

Punz flashed her a dark smile. One Anna could tell was completely pretend, but she appreciated all the same; this girl didn't have a sinister bone in her whole body. "Hmm, I like the sound of that. What about 'Miss Punzel'?"

Though privately, Anna felt weird about that because she used to call Jennifer's mother that sometimes, but she more often called her "Mrs. P" so it wasn't as odd as it could have been. So she simply nodded and whispered, "Miss Punzel, you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh, so now I'm your mom and you're me, huh?" Then she wrinkled her nose briefly. "Wait… that doesn't work, because your mom seduced you, not me. Nevermind, my Graduate metaphor totally fell apart."

"It's okay," Anna laughed. Privately, she thought Punz was a failure as a Dom, but she didn't want her to be a Dom. She wanted to be with her girlfriend - even if that meant playing their roles a little longer, just for fun. So she cleared her throat and started over: "Miss Punzel… what are you going to do to my body?"

Jennifer bit her lip for a long moment, eyes sweeping up and down her half-stripped form. "Mmm… anything I want. And there are a lot of things, little Anna."

"Little?!"

The outburst, minor though it was, allowed Anna to see a glimpse beyond the dominant act Punz was putting on; it made her shirk back, just a little; made her eyes slip from where they looked into Anna's. Made her look…

Scared. That really shouldn't have been a surprise to Anna at all. This was so far from the realm that they usually explored – or rather, the realm that Jennifer usually took charge of. If there was any roleplaying to be done, Anna orchestrated the entire affair. Punz was doing this purely to make her happy. Stepping beyond the bounds of her own comfort zone to do something she knew Anna enjoyed.

Anna had to kiss her for that. Then she had to divest Punz of the rest of her clothing just so she could look at her. Of course, it was the lacy red bra that held her attention the most, but she did make sure to appreciate the matching pair of panties that clothed Punz's glorious behind.

It was then that she remembered that Punz was supposed to be in control; how easily she handed it over! As fun as it would be to turn the tables, it was also glaringly obvious that her girlfriend had a plan; so, leaning forward and letting her hands caress the skin of Jennifer's thighs, Anna whispered, "Tell me what you want, Miss Punzel."

The small whimper Punz let out was delicious, but she was quick to regain control. "On the bed. Naked. Now. Right now." Okay, perhaps not as in control as she intended, but that was okay. This was new to the both of them.

But just as Anna was removing her shirt, there came an unwelcome interruption from the door. The worst part wasn't that someone was trying to get in; it was that they were succeeding. At the first thump, Anna had dreaded a stranger either calling out "Sorry!" or someone knocking and asking if they were in. Unfortunately, instead they heard the sound of a key scraping in a lock.

"Shit!" Punz whispered frantically. "The RA!"

At least it wasn't the RA, or anyone else on staff. In the darkened room, they could make out a blonde head peeking through the door, joy dancing in her eyes. Once the door swung a little wider, the eyes turned from amused to shocked.

"OH! O-Oh my GOD!"

"Elsa!" Anna hissed under her breath, trying to pull the sheet over hers and Punz's bodies and failing completely; it was pinned down by her own weight. "What are- did you- maybe KNOCK or something?!"

"Sorry!" she hissed, edging into the room and closing the door behind her. "Girls, I'm very sorry, I didn't- the lights were out, I thought I could surprise you before you got back from… well, from wherever you were!"

"Well consider me surprised!" Anna called out. There was still anger and disbelief in her tone, but that wasn't the only thing; once Anna had stopped trying to cover herself, it was easy to see how pleased she was. Her mother hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all.

"I'll come back in… in an hour?" she asked. It was too dark to make out her expression. Punz just sat atop Anna awkwardly – at least she wasn't facing the door. But even after offering, Elsa made no move to leave. Punz twisted her head a little, just to observe the older woman. Elsa's gaze was glued to Anna – in fact, Punz was certain that if she hadn't been there, Elsa would have stalked forward and done… well, exactly what she had been trying to do.

Hand shaking and voice trembling, she reached out to gently palm one of Anna's breasts. "If that's what Anna wants." God her voice sounded so frail, and it was nearly drowned out by Anna's gasp.

"I really am sorry," Elsa breathed, reaching over to set a couple of things on one of their desks. In the darkness, it was hard to tell what they were. "You can get on with whatever you were doing before, and I'll… catch you another time. Happy birthday, Anna."

The fact that Anna was about to let her go, without chasing after her for once, seemed to light a fire under Punz. Elsa had actually turned the doorknob and pulled it already when she squeaked, "Wait!"

"Hm?"

"Wait, Mrs… Elsa. I, um, I wanted to ask… to ask, um, what are you here for? Just like, because I know you didn't… that this wasn't on purpose, so what were you…"

After a few seconds when there had been no interruption of the sentence, she shrugged and whispered, "You're right, I wasn't trying to... interrput. I was just going to surprise Anna, but I think you have that covered!"

"She does," Anna said in deference to Punz. "But I mean, thank you. Seriously! It's just… y-yeah, we were in the middle of something."

"Of course! I completely understand."

"But you can come back in… an hour or two, and we can go out for ice cream or something like that. Right, Punz?"

But a very thoughtful look was on Punz's face. Not that Anna could see much in the darkness, but she had a feeling Punz was still blushing, and could almost feel her breath coming faster in some kind of panic. It worried her, until she whispered, "Yeah. I mean, you could stay now, too, if you wanted. Anna definitely wants you here, I think."

"No, no, I wouldn't want you two to stop for my sake," Elsa tried to laugh it off. She had stopped moving towards the door though – an invitation for Punz to continue, perhaps, or an indication that she didn't really want to leave, either. Maybe both.

"Who says we have to stop?" Punz shot back. Anna could hear the defensiveness lacing her tone, as much as it was shaking from anxiety, but she was more distracted by the words. And her own arousal. If Punz meant what Anna thought she meant, then…

Swallowing, Anna lifted herself up onto her elbows. She was still naked from the waist up, and the knowledge that both people in the room were aware of that fact… well, it certainly wasn't making her arousal fade.

"Wait, Jen," Anna began. "Do you mean like– we keep going? With Elsa still there?!"

Truth be told, it was something she hadn't considered. This was already weird enough – no need to make it weirder by inviting her girlfriend to have to confront it face-to-face. There was so much 'nope' already for any typical person to handle. But then, if Punz was offering – was okay with doing what she suggested, and Elsa okay with it, as well, then Anna saw no reason to argue. The longer she thought about it, the more appealing it was. But could either of them really be okay with that?

The best part was that even though she had asked a question, Punz didn't feel the need to verbally respond. She knew Anna's body – knew all its little signs and indications. So when she placed her hand on Anna's chest, gently rubbing circles against a pert nipple, it was more than enough of an answer.

Anna groaned and Elsa murmured a heated, "Oh goodness," and stumbled over to the unused bed on the other side of the room, sitting down heavily. As if she had sea legs.

"What's the matter?" Punz said, still sounding somehow both petulant and taunting. "You can't act like you've never seen her like this before."

"It's not that," Elsa assured her in a raspy voice. "Well… it'll sound silly to admit that I felt a little weak in the knees. I really should get up and shut the door, though…"

A thrill of dread shot through Anna's stomach. The door was still very slightly open; just a crack, so anyone walking past wouldn't see much. But they might hear something. After a split second's indecision, she scrambled out of the bed and shot toward it, practically slamming it shut.

"That's one solution," Elsa chuckled, a little amazed at the situation they found themselves in. Anna could relate.

"Good. Now, um… where were we?"

Punz stood from the bed. "I'll make this really easy for you, Anna." For a moment, she was afraid that her girlfriend would move to the door and leave, and that would be that. A horrible conversation to have the next day that would involve a lot of regrets and maybe some shouting.

But instead, she moved to the bed where Elsa sat and plopped down right next to her. Even in the low light, it was easy to see how much she was shaking as she looped her hand around Elsa's waist – prompting the elder woman to let out a quiet yip of pure surprise – then patted her own lap with the other.

"Come get your present, Anna."

The tremble was evident in her voice, too, but it seemed she genuinely wanted to go through with this. After all, she had always thought Jennifer was one of the bravest people she knew - and not because she was never scared. But because she could always push through that fear when it was important. Anna's eyes flickered over to Elsa, who was sitting stock-still as though any motion would send Punz scurrying for the hills.

"Well? Come on, Birthday Girl, it's not gonna wait around forever."

Smirking to herself, Anna finally began moving forward. Punz wasn't very convincing, but it wasn't like she didn't want whatever was going to happen. Her two favourite women were offering her a dream situation; she had to at least see if it would lead anywhere. Straddling Punz's lap, though, she had a brief moment of doubt.

"Wait, was my present this? Or was it… y'know, you?"

As soon as she asked, though, it became obvious that it had been a very stupid question. Punz froze, and her face darkened; this did not seem like a good blush, though. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Punz suddenly seemed so unsure of herself. Anna wasn't sure how to break the spell she cast, but it seemed she didn't have to.

Or rather, she could rely on someone else. Elsa, having been silently watching them for the past few minutes, made a very slow, deliberate motion as she moved her arm around Punz's side. It came to rest between her shoulders and her waist, but the real surprise was the tender, if platonic, peck she placed on Punz's forehead. Here was Mrs McFly, housewife and mother.

"Well, go on. Give her this present you keep talking about." And there was the hint of Elsa, the closeted teenage lesbian with the raging hormones to rival literally anyone of the 80s, who had grown into a cunning cougar over the course of thirty years. The woman Anna loved more than her own mother.

"Jeepers," was all Punz could make herself breathe. Instantly, Elsa withdrew her hand, but a moment later there was a quiet giggle. "S-sorry. I really don't know… I mean, I've barely done this stuff with Anna, let alone…"

"Can't handle the challenge?" Elsa prodded her very gently. Her coy smile made it clear – at least, to Anna – that she was only teasing. Her hand didn't return, and she didn't make any more advances toward the other college girl in the room.

But that wasn't how Punz perceived it. She took the smirk at face value, and frowned over at Elsa for a moment before snapping, "Hey, I might not have a half-century of experience like some old ladies…"

She couldn't help herself. Anna let out a cajoling "ooooooh" in Elsa's direction. Even though she wanted this, and wanted her mother to feel comfortable, she knew that Punz had more rights that night. Also, as the more nervous of the two, she needed the support - and she could show that by dishing it out at her mom.

"Hah!" Elsa burst out, finding it funny instead of insulting. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?"

"Well, you're definitely an elder." However, the banter was enabling Punz to loop her arms a little tighter around Anna. To find her confidence again. "What was it like before cars were invented?"

"Says the girl who isn't old enough to use one," Elsa fired back, still smirking as she let her hand drift down to rest on Anna's rear. It made the redhead let out a shaky sigh, appreciating their touches both independently and as a combined unit.

If Punz had been about to retort that she was, indeed, old enough to drive, it seemed to die on her tongue as Anna's pelvis tilted forward. Her chest was right there, in all its pert and uncovered glory. But she also didn't seem to know exactly what she wanted to do – if she did, then she lacked the courage. Here she was, sat in her underwear with her girlfriend atop her lap, and said girlfriend's mother sitting next to her. It was like a scene from an amateur porno - one that could never come true.

But Anna kept looking at her, all warmed up and clearly eager to get started. It was too late to back out now. Hands sliding up, they cupped Anna's breasts; small globes that fit perfectly in her palms. Anna sighed once more, leaning her head back as her right hand came to rest on Punz's. Her other hand travelled south to meet Elsa's, and she rolled her hips again.

It was, in part, an act. Even with the extra thrill of another person, there was no way she was that sensitive. But it was distracting, and before she knew it, Jennifer was kissing Anna's throat, licking and leaving little red marks. Anna let out a low hum at the sensation.

Fingertips dug into Anna's rear in reaction to the touch. So far, Elsa had mostly been egging the two of them on, but she was also being quite bold simply by not having left when the decision was put to her. Punz even moreso, since she was less experienced and already wasn't quite as comfortable with Anna's other relationship. Understandable as that was. It was interesting to see how they each handled being in this situation with the other present.

By the time she heard a shaky sigh from Punz, she was already practically aching with need from the kisses and light fondling, the other hand clutching down below. When she pulled back to shoot a questioning glance down, her girlfriend looked a little shy.

"Elsa's getting f-fresh," she whispered.

"I was not," Elsa said immediately, frowning over at her.

"You were heading for my ass!"

"No, I was petting your back! I promise you that I wasn't going any further downward than I had." But after a few seconds of stony, red-faced silence from Jennifer, she added, "Do you want me to demonstrate what that would feel like to prove it?"

"NO! No, just… ugh, I'm so bad at this… why can't I relax and just… let things happen? I know in my brain that it's alright for us to both 'play' with Anna together, but like… I still wanna punch you."

At that last word, Anna blinked in shock. "Punz!" But she also inexplicably felt her pulse increase. The idea of either of them fighting for her, claiming her as their own, was both alarming… and a slight turn-on. Not only that, but the fact that Punz had been so brazen with how she felt, that was a good thing – at least to Anna. Even in her arousal-addled mind, she could see that Punz was perhaps not seeing Elsa as "Mrs McFly" nearly as much as she used to.

But the fighting words really weren't getting anyone anywhere, least of all Anna. "Okay, you two," she breathed. The words were directed at both Elsa and Punz, but her gaze was fixed squarely on her girlfriend. She needed the most encouragement, after all. "There's a half-naked, entirely revved-up college girl sitting on your lap. And she really wants to be touched. And unless one of you starts, I suppose she'll just have to take over herself. Which would be a shame, really, because there's two equally gorgeous ladies who are allegedly trying to give her some birthday sex."

As she finished, Anna made sure to smile at Punz. She and Elsa had already played this particular game – the one of give and take – but Punz had yet to gain experience with it. She was as unsure as Elsa was - though in the latter's case, it was because this was so new and she was trying to be respectful of Punz's wishes.

But at the same time, Anna had been serious with her words. When Jennifer still hesitated, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth at the same moment her hand snaked down. With the way she was straddling Punz, it couldn't have been more obvious what she was doing.

So it ended up that both Punz and Anna said "Oh!" at the same moment. It sounded a bit different, but the feeling expressed was parallel. Anna rocked her hips into her fingers as Punz was startled into silence, watching with wide eyes as her girlfriend began to work on her body.

"You're going to let her get away with that?" Elsa whispered. Cajoling, prompting. It didn't take much longer for Punz to begin kissing down her chest again, for now content to simply assist her girlfriend rather than taking over.

Meanwhile, it seemed Elsa had another tactic in mind to move things along. Her nails raked down Anna's back, causing her to hiss through her teeth and arch her back forward. Suddenly, Jennifer found herself with a mouthful, though she quickly adapted and began to lap and nibble at the erect teat between her lips.

"There we go," Elsa sighed, clearly a little affected by what she was watching but still not quite joining in. Not fully. "I'm sure she's been wanting that for a while now."

Jennifer didn't rise to the challenging words. Just the challenge itself, the needs of her girlfriend that she was determined to sate.

Anna was beyond happy; she felt like crying because it was more than she had ever dared ask for, even in the back of her darkest fantasies. A few times, she had thought about something like this, then reprimanded herself for being "gross"… and here it was coming true. They were both helping her get off at the same time; her heart was overflowing.

That alone meant that it really didn't take long for Anna to reach her finish. One of her fastest, too – though that wasn't including the foreplay, which took a little longer than usual. The sensation of Elsa's fingers scratching into her back and Punz kissing and sucking at her front worked in tandem to set her nerves alight. The final touch was her own fingers, going exactly where she needed them. Where she knew they would have the most influence.

Neither Punz nor Elsa quite knew what to do when she was finished – that much was obvious. Punz kept kissing, though there was no urgency that often came with her either attempting to sate herself or to encourage Anna to go again. And Elsa seemed not to want to give up her small grip on Anna. Of course, it couldn't last. With gentle motions, Anna removed her hand, wiping it on her stomach while her clean one came to cup Punz's cheeks and bring her face up so she could look into her eyes. And…

This kiss felt different, and Anna couldn't quite place why. True, even for her it was a little weird having Elsa right next to them as they made out; Punz probably felt similarly. Anna watched Elsa from the corner of her eye, and wasn't ashamed to admit – at least to herself, privately – that the brief look of want that passed her mother's face was hot.

After all, Elsa had obviously snuck in with her own plans in mind. Now they would just have to be fantasies.

Too soon, Punz had broken the kiss. She let out a little giggle when Anna whined and pressed her head forward, but didn't give in to Anna's wish for another.

"I need a shower," she announced, eyes flicking to Elsa for the briefest of moments before she was staring somewhere between Anna's ear and her chin. "You have some um, catching up to do."

"Maybe we could all shower," Anna purred with wiggling eyebrows. But all she got was a shove, so she popped up from Punz's lap to let her collect some clothes.

"I'll be right back. Have fun!" She looked a little sad, even though she was smiling. Then she was gone.

"I am so sorry," Elsa began immediately, before Anna could even turn around to look at her properly. "Honestly, I saw the lights off, and I didn't think… well, I should have knocked, at least."

"Maybe, yeah. Still… wow, that just happened."

Her mother chuckled a little and stood to cross the room, flicking on the overhead light. "It did. Not something I expected to have enjoyed tonight…"

And to Anna's surprise, it really seemed like it wasn't. Now, she could see that the desk had an expertly-wrapped gift and a chocolate cake in a plastic domed container. Simple, actual birthday trappings. There also seemed to be a plastic grocery bag full of assorted other things.

"You… were you gonna throw me a surprise party?"

"Not much of a party with just the two of us, possibly three. But just a little pleasant shock to your system, yes." Her hand came to rest on the cake. "We could still light candles and let you blow them out, if you like…?"

"Sure," Anna giggled, actually pleased. For some reason, it was nice to see some evidence that Elsa still remembered she was a person and not just a potential future wife, after all the time-hopping.

It was decided – mutually and silently – that they would wait for Punz before doing the cake-thing. But that didn't stop Anna from digging into the grocery bag or unwrapping her present. Inside the box, Elsa had placed another box – and inside that box was a photoframe, and in the frame was a picture Anna hadn't even been aware existed. Tori, in 1985, on stage at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Given her smile and the energy, it was likely when she was playing Bananarama.

"Where-?"

"They put it in the paper the next day. It was really no hassle to travel back and get them to develop another picture for me- or rather, for you."

Anna's fingers trailed over the glass. She looked ridiculous in those clothes, red hair wild; you would have to know it was her not to assume it was a lookalike. But that was the girl Elsa had fallen in love with. That was the beautiful part. "Thank you," she whispered earnestly. "It's… gnarly."

The corner of Elsa's mouth twisted in a smile. "Happy birthday, Anna."

Gently moving to place the picture on her desk, Anna was distracted by the grocery bag. "What have we here?" she asked, more to herself than Elsa.

Party hats and poppers filled its contents, and those terrible little party horns that unravelled as you blew into them. It entertained the both of them for a good ten minutes, and broke some of the tension of the previous moment. At least, until the RA did actually show up and chastised them for being too loud. She looked at Elsa a little longer than necessary, but Anna had a suspicion that it was more because she was unfamiliar than her age. The treatments from the future really had done wonders.

By that stage, a good half hour had passed, and Punz still had not returned. Her showers normally didn't take that long. "She's probably just run into a friend. Always the extrovert, that Jennifer Punzel!" Anna said. Elsa just looked at her. Sighing, Anna slumped. "Yeah, you're right. This is Punz we're talking about…"

"But it's alright. I get you to myself for a little while longer; I don't hate that."

Grinning, Anna kissed her on the cheek, and they snuggled for a moment. But nothing more came of it. She felt a little guilty for having reached her own heights without doing the same for her mother, but Elsa didn't seem particularly wound up. Just glad to spend time with her.

Eventually, Punz did return, looking pink and freshly scrubbed. When they asked what took so long, she cleared her throat and tried to be evasive.

"Oh hey, a cake!" she cried out. "Looks good, too… and the candles look ready to go."

"Did you get off in there?"

Punz didn't answer. Elsa glanced at Anna's amused face, then back to Punz. Finally, she shrugged and said, "It's not like we don't all do it. You had a very good reason to on this occasion, I might add."

"I did," she sighed weakly, glancing at Anna – who had long ago pulled on an oversized tee. "Sorry… y-yeah, I needed to blow off a little steam in there."

"You really could have told me to get lost, though. That way, Anna could have returned the favour instead of you having to run off – or you could have done it with me here, anyway. You're together and have every right-"

"In front of you? N-nah… I'm not ready for… well, for that kinda stuff." By now, she was beet red, but she did keep glancing at Elsa's patient smile. Anna felt her eyes narrowing in suspicion, but she also knew intellectually that she just wasn't used to doing anything "bad" in front of someone she still saw as a parental figure.

And besides, it wasn't like she had any right to be jealous, particularly not of a perceived attraction between Punz and Elsa. One she was probably imagining anyway.

"C'mere," Anna offered, brushing away that silly thought. It was still her birthday for another few hours, and that wasn't nearly enough time to waste any on stupid notions of jealousy.

Punz didn't move forward, though. Anna saw her glance at her own bed, biting her lip, and she knew precisely what was going through her girlfriend's head at this given moment. This called for something bigger.

"Jen… please?" Holding her arms out, Anna tried not to let her bottom lip wobble too much. Didn't want any overkill, after all.

But it had the unintended side effect of making Elsa sit up, ensuring there was an appropriate distance between herself and Anna when she said, "Perhaps I should be going…"

"Don't!" Punz piped up. Only after she said it did she seem to realise what she was saying, and she glanced down toward the floor. "Well… you did come to help Anna celebrate her birthday, and I know you kinda did that part, but like…"

Elsa's smile was definitely of a motherly type. "Very sweet of you to offer, but I can tell what kind of evening you two intended to have. And I've intruded on it enough - even though it's been… interesting."

Anna looked between them for a moment. Elsa wasn't leaving very fast; she seemed to be waiting for Punz to speak. For her part, she seemed to be indecisive; probably because she felt asking Elsa to stay was the right thing to do, but she wasn't used to arguing with "adults".

"You get in bed," she told Jennifer as she stood up. "I'll just be a sec." Then she took Elsa's elbow and steered her toward the door.

"You don't have to throw me out," Elsa giggled. "I have two perfectly good legs."

"They are perfect legs," Anna conceded, and her mother's head dipped in very slight chagrin at the unexpected compliment. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I know it's my birthday, but, um… can we do something nice for Jen?"

"Hm? I mean, if it's what we just did for you, I don't think she's interested in that from my direction."

Waving a hand, she hissed, "Not that! But what if we get her some of that cake and cuddle her? I want her to feel loved; not in the sexy way, just like, that we both really care about her and she's not just the third wheel when you and me are together."

Thoughts were clearly flying back and forth behind her mother's blue eyes. "You really don't think she'd be uncomfortable?" Anna shook her head, and Elsa shrugged one shoulder. "We can try it. I'll feel a little strange about cuddling her, myself, but I think I can fake that I'm not better than she can. And… well, I do really want to make it up to the both of you."

Anna bit her bottom lip. She didn't want Elsa to have to fake it. But maybe that was what they needed right now: a chance to get used to this changing dynamic. When this whole thing began, it wouldn't have been a radical assumption to think that neither Punz nor Elsa expected their own relationship to change this much. In fact, Anna was fairly certain Punz thought they would get along less, if only because, well… her first reaction to the news was to throw up. And now she was actively giving them space.

What did she do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend?

That question that filled her mind as she walked back over to Punz. She did as she had been told, but she still seemed unsure; she was sitting cross-legged, curling herself up just enough to seem smaller than usual. Like she was the one trying not to intrude. Anna's heart went out to her. She was so good. Nevermind what Anna did to deserve Punz: she didn't. But for whatever reason, Punz had chosen her, and Anna needed to live up to that.

She would do her damndest to try, at any rate.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Anna announced, clapping her hands together once. "We're gonna sit on that bed and watch a movie and eat cake, and you're gonna let us cuddle the shit out of you, okay?"

Her words were fierce, and her tone even moreso. Punz kind of looked like she had been warped into an alternate dimension where everyone had horse-heads. "What?"

"You heard me." When Anna noticed Elsa was already opening up the cake pan, lighting the candles, she let out a self-conscious little laugh. "Oh, we don't still need to do that."

"Of course we do, and I think Jennifer would agree. Right?"

After only a slight hesitation, Punz swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yeah. It's the only part of this crazy birthday that still looks normal. We have to, Anna - you deserve a real cake and all!"

So Anna let them sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and she made a big deal out of conducting their performance until they all started laughing. Then she blew out her candles and they cut the cake into slices, Elsa insisting that the other two start the cuddling while she served them. The mom coming out in her again. Soon enough, they were all half-lying against the headboard and watching an old classic that Anna had selected.

"Truly one of the greats," Elsa muttered around her bite of cake as the words "The Goonies" appeared on the black screen. "Turn it up."

Punz did, too nervous to eat quite yet. "Um… is it okay to say that I've never seen this?"

"What?!" Anna burst out in so much surprise that her bite fell back into her bowl. "How have we been going out this long and I'm just learning about this now?!"

"Manners, Anna," Elsa chastised as Punz gave a sheepish shrug. Anna rolled her eyes and picked up the piece of cake.

"Lucky we're fixing that, then. This is a classic. And it has the Chinese kid from Indiana Jones – and Josh Brolin way before he was cool, Samwise before he hit the Shire!"

"Just let her watch the movie."

Punz shot Elsa a grateful smile. Then she took a small bite of her cake and settled in against her girlfriend to watch the movie. To Anna, she looked a lot more comfortable than she would have expected. But that was good. It was more than that, really: it was nice.

And it only got nicer. They finished their cake and got cleaned up. Anna ducked out for a "super duper really quick shower," and when she got back, Elsa and Punz were in almost the same position that they had been in when she left. There was a little more distance between them versus with Anna, but honestly, it was hardly noticeable. When Anna returned to her seat, all clean and cool, Punz even moved closer to Elsa to give her room.

Even more wild, they stayed that way. Punz may have curled up against Anna more closely, but Elsa curled up against Punz - and she didn't seem to mind. Even if nothing particularly risque happened at all, it was so heartening to see them growing that comfortable with each other. Maybe this really was going to work out.

For Anna, there was only one disappointment: when the movie ended, and Elsa made to get up.

"Wh- where are you going? Don't- don't you wanna stay here tonight?" Anna asked. Punz looked between the both of them, obviously halfway asleep already. She was awake enough to catch the small look Elsa gave her, and awake enough to do something about it. Putting her hand on the older woman's, she stared at them for a second.

"If-if you wanna stay, that's fine. Don't think you're not allowed… okay?"

"You're a sweetheart, Jennifer. But I really didn't intend on staying the night anyway. You're both tired and there isn't a lot of room." She leaned forward, across Punz, to kiss Anna's cheek and then her lips. "But I hope you had a wonderful birthday, my darling." She kissed Anna once more, and when she drew back, they both noticed something odd.

Punz was staring at them. Well, more precisely, she was staring at Elsa.

"Punz…?"

"Huh?"

"Did you, uh… were you staring at her b-"

"Would you like a kiss, sweetheart?" Elsa to the rescue with her blunt words and soft tone. At least it kept Punz from having to admit that she was checking out her girlfriend's mother's cleavage - even if Anna wasn't entirely sure tha twas the case. Immediately, Punz's face began to darken, and she looked away.

"N-n-nah, that'd be weird for you, probably. I m-mean, you're Anna's mom and her, uh, other girlfriend? Or whatever you would call that. A-and you and I… we're not…" But it seemed the more she stumbled over her words, the more she was making it sound like she really was interested in getting some variety of affection from the older woman. Whether or not that was truly the case, she clamped her lips shut.

So Elsa kissed her cheek. It was still a lot more affectionate than either girl expected, but the lessened level of intimacy compared to Anna's kiss seemed to set Punz at ease a little. She let out a slight sigh, eyes closing until the lips left her face.

"We both care very deeply for Anna," she told her gently as she patted her forearm before standing up. "Which means we should care for each other, as well. I already did before this whole craziness, because I could tell you're a sweet person who deserves her affections. Though I know it's difficult to navigate… well, whatever this has turned into. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try."

Punz looked like she was going to blush until she melted, so Anna quipped, "I'm pretty lucky to have such hot sisterwives."

"And don't you forget it," Elsa told her in a slightly sharper tone, though she was smiling. They both shared a laugh as she put her shoes back on and gathered her purse. "Happy birthday. And when Jennifer comes back to reality, tell her I said 'goodnight' for me?"

"Uh-huh," Punz just managed to mutter. Anna rolled her eyes.

Once they were alone, she finally did seem to come back to herself. As they turned off the TV and finished getting ready for bed, she asked her, "Punz?"

"What?"

"Are you starting to crush on Elsa?"

"N-no!" she hissed in alarm. "I mean… okay, so she's really hot, and I do like her, but it's not the way I feel about you. Just that… I dunno, I didn't expect any of this, and it's all… hinky."

Sighing, she abandoned her own bed to crawl into Anna's and get it warm for the both of them. They did sleep separately most of the time because the beds were too small to truly accommodate two people, especially with the way they both tended to sprawl out during sleep. However, sometimes creature comfort was more important.

"But I mean, I definitely would rather your mom give me a little cheek-peck than deal with like, jealous fighting or whatever."

"That makes it sound like the lesser of two bad options," Anna pointed out, sliding in next to her girlfriend. Punz didn't say anything at first; only wrapped her arms around Anna and snuggled in.

When she did finally speak, it was to apologise. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Anna asked. There was a laugh in her tone and she lifted a hand to run through Punz's hair. "What's going on? Between this and the Halloween party…" When all she got was a shrug, she pressed on. "Please talk to me…"

Letting out a sigh, Punz pushed her face in closer. "I'm just sorry. I'm probably making this harder for you and Elsa than it has to be."

"What? If anything, you're making it easier! Why would you think that?"

"I just feel like I… get in the way sometimes. So I try to give you space but that always backfires…"

Wrapping her arms and legs as tightly around Punz as she could, she whispered into her hair, "Shhhhh. You are never in the way. Never, you hear me? Just… I mean, I appreciate you giving Elsa and me some alone time, just like I appreciate Elsa ducking out to give us some. But that doesn't mean you're 'in the way'."

"Okay," she finally sighed, even if she was still quite tense. "I'm… I know, and I know you mean that. Just feels that way sometimes, anyway. It's dumb."

"It is dumb. But I get how you feel that way. Even if I hope you can start to feel that we both care about you. It's not like, just me tolerating you, and Elsa wants you gone. She loves you, too - even if it's not like the way I love you."

Snuggling in closer, Jennifer whispered, "I'm just not used to having a mom care about me. On top of her looking more like your big sister now. Like, it's a good feeling; a weird one, but a good one. I just have to get used to it, I guess. This whole thing. But I think… if you're sure you want me around…"

"Double-sure. Triple!" They both giggled a little. "I mean it."

"Okay. I trust you, Anna."

And those were the last whispered words either of them breathed before drifting away to the realm of sleep.

~ o ~

But the notion that Jennifer would always feel a little left out until they did something about it stayed with Anna as she returned to her daily routine. After a few weeks, she began to jot down ideas. It wasn't easy, but the next couple of times Elsa popped her head into Anna's life, she cornered her so they could plot for the future — hard as it was to resist engaging in other activities.

Eventually, summer break came around, and they spent the first couple of weeks doing the beach-themed vacation they had planned on. After that, the initial strategy was to go back to campus and work to help offset costs.

And they did, for a bit. Until one weekend in July…

To Be Continued…

#fractal the future #fruipit #forkanna writes #elsanna fanfiction #elsanna #jess the writer #nsfw-text

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Plot is really winding up now! Thanks for reading!

Princess and The Dragons

=Chapter 55

Though they did discuss trying the contraption the other way around, in the end Weiss decided she wasn’t quite ready to try it. And she was as honest as she could be that it was due to her near brush with being taken advantage of by the thug. The minute Yang started stammering to reassure her that she would never do that, Weiss cut her off with kisses and explained it wasn’t about what Yang would or wouldn't do. That it was her brain being a little weird for the time being and hopefully she could work her way through those issues eventually.

But fingers and lips were still welcome. And were used.

The next morning, they peeled themselves up from the bed after a while and showered together. Hands wandered quite a few places. Yang teased Weiss once or twice about wishing her mother were there, but after the retaliatory pinches she left the topic alone. Eventually, they got dressed in the spare clothes Yang had packed.

“I can’t believe you were this prepared,” Weiss chuckled as she buttoned up the plaid shirt. It was a little bit “country” for her refined tastes, but it did seem to suit the jeans rather well. “You keep doing these gentlemanly things that make me want to reconsider what I told my mother.”

Looking up from where she was shrugging on her leather jacket, Yang asked, “What did you tell her?”

“Oh, it's nothing.” But when she glanced over again to see her girlfriend was waiting with arms folded, she relented, “She tried to tell me that you were basically my boyfriend, just because you're a little taller and a little stronger. I told her it wasn't quite the same.”

That got the Dragon chuckling. “Yeah, I would hope you know that after last night, especially. Really made an honest woman out of me.”

“You're ridiculous, Xiao Long.”

“I'm serious. Even if it was rubber, that was… that was my first time. With one of those.”

Weiss dropped her heels on to the bed to walk over and catch her lover by the elbows, holding on. “I guessed that. You looked like it scared you, putting yourself in that position. Even if you ended up liking it later.”

“Pshhh,” she grunted, rolling her eyes… even though her cheeks were turning redder. “Wasn't scared.”

“Yes, you were. And so was I. Both about the idea of you doing that to me and me doing it to you. Always have been about boys.”

With Weiss having admitted that much freely, Yang let her gruff attitude and wry smile fall away. “Fine. Yeah, I was, uh… it was weird. Didn't ever see myself letting that happen to me for anybody before. And if I'm being honest, I still don't see it. Like, last night feels like this crazy dream. Doesn't it? Or is that just me?”

“Not just you,” she reassured her.

“Guess I always pictured myself being the one doing that once I bought one of those things. Since I'm kinda ‘manly’, like your mom said. Barely ever even let any girls finger me. But then…” The way her breaths began to quicken, her eyes staring off into the corner, was a little worrying to Weiss but she kept listening. “Last night? It felt so good. Really different, and wrong, but good, and seeing you above me like that… I hated it but I loved it, and I don't know what that means!”

Gentle kisses began to help the big strong Dragon fight down her building anxiety. It really only took a few seconds, even if it felt like a short eternity. Then Weiss pulled back to cup her cheeks gently as she saw Yang start to smile again.

“Hey, you jolly blond giant. If it makes you like this, I'm never going to put that thing on again. I promise.”

“What? Really? Oh.” She swallowed and then shrugged. “Guess you don't have to.”

“But…” Carefully keeping her voice casual, neutral, she added, “If you put it on me, we could try it again sometime. Since then I'll know it's what you actually want, instead of just… not being sure.”

Yang's smile could have lit up the entire town of Vale. “Cheeeee. I don't know how you do that all the time.”

“Do what?”

“Know exactly the right thing to say. It's like, you're some kind of Martian with a secret power. Real gone.”

Laughing, she threw her arms around the taller girl and squeezed, earning her a squeeze in return. “You're actually pretty good about that, too. I think you and Kali are the ones who usually don't have to try very hard to make me feel better.”

“Wow, holy cow. You're comparing my skill level to hers? That's a high compliment, cuz she's really good at that.”

“Yep.” They shared a quick kiss before she sat down to start pulling on her heels. “And you're even better than her because if you can't make me feel better with words, we can always…”

For a second, the blissfully happy Yang just stood there waiting for Weiss to continue. Then a sly grin began to spread across her face.

“Sure can, Princess. Any blessed day of the week.”

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   Since there wasn't really anything else to do on that Lazy Sunday, they rang the well-guarded number for Salem's manor. Though the threat had passed, Blake and her mother were going to remain behind there for a little bit longer until they could square away everything and make sure no loyal flunkie on Jacques Schnee’s payroll holding a grudge might come for them.

The diner was pretty packed by the time they made it there, Teresa Brewer blaring out of the jukebox and a couple of kids cutting a rug. How fitting, given Weiss’s attire. Luckily, Blake and Ilia had managed to snag a booth in the corner since they were so much closer on this occasion than the two calling from an out-of-town motel were.

“Hmm,” Blake purred with a playful little smile as Yang dropped into the seat across from them. Ilia only waved meekly.

“Hmm? Hmm what, Belladonna?”

The raven-haired girl looked down into her cola as she stirred it with her straw. “You look different today. That's all. Like you two had a big night.”

Weiss could have predicted Yang wouldn’t know what to say about that, and she was right. Her tough-as-nails girlfriend looked like a blushing bride the morning after the wedding - which was close enough to what happened that it might as well have been true. The reaction actually startled Blake enough that she stopped almost-smirking, amber eyes wide.

“Wait, I was kind of teasing, but now you have to spill the beans! Did you guys try something new?”

Ilia looked between them, mystified. “What? What happened?”

“Let’s just say,” Weiss began in a haughty tone, coming to the rescue, “that I made Yang feel really good last night. And I’ll thank you to leave her alone about it.”

“Cheeeeeee,” Blake breathed, still stunned as she watched Yang clearing her throat, tugging at the collar of her shirt, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “If you can do that to The Dragon, maybe I should be chasing you into bed a little sooner than I planned.”

“As if you haven’t had plenty of your own fun last night,” Weiss teased back. “Present company included.”

“Nothing like that happened. So you can cut that out.” Ilia frowned a little, but didn’t make a big deal of Blake’s reaction beyond that. “And you can also stop trying to push us together like a couple of bookends with no books, you know.”

“Hey! I am not doing that, you take that back!”

“If the Ruby Slipper fits, Dorothy…”

Before Weiss could bluster a response, Ilia spoke up in a gentle tone, “Actually… last night was great. Blake just walked me to my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It felt like a nice end to a nice homecoming. Kind of… magical, I guess.”

Weiss and Yang cooed “AWWWW!!!” so loudly that a few of the other diner patrons looked around, and then burst into laughter at the way Blake folded her arms over her chest and sighed. But her cheeks were a tiny bit pink; not the full rosy explosion of Yang’s, but there were emotions being suppressed.

“So cuuuuute!” Yang teased.

“You two need to take a long walk off a short pier,” she finally grunted.

“Honestly, that’s really wonderful,” Weiss told them to cut off any further ribbing between the almost-siblings. “I’m glad. Just don’t forget the little people, like me, who helped you get there.”

Ilia’s gasp was actually offended. “Of course not! I mean, I still want another dance. And I can tell you Blake still wants another of everything else.”

“Yeah,” Blake laughed, who had seen Weiss’s humour for what it was and clearly had no concerns. “I’ll have a whole heap of whatever you did for Yang last night.”

However, the Princess turned to smile at Yang, a private, warm smile. “Hmm… perhaps. But I think we’ll save that one just for us. How do you feel about that?”

“Eh. Your call; Blake’s your ‘special friend’.” But despite her feigned indifference, it was obvious Yang was privately incredibly pleased that her girlfriend had offered to devote that activity to them and only them. Weiss squeezed her hand under the table to show that she noticed, and that they were on the same wavelength.

“Is that how we’re using those words? You’re my girlfriend, Blake’s my ‘special friend’?”

Giggling into her cola as the waitress finally arrived, Blake said, “There are worse things to be called, I guess.”

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   From there, they ordered and ate and chatted. No matter how frequently they goaded the two, Blake and Ilia only reaffirmed that their evening had been quite family-friendly; a little hand-holding, and that chaste goodnight kiss, but it was mostly like two friends starting to get familiar with each other. Weiss thought that was actually probably for the best. Sometimes, she privately wished she and Yang had the chance to hang out and discover what kind of friends they were before she was whisked off to bars on a motorcycle and kissed in abandoned train depots - but on the other hand, it had all been so exciting and life-changing! And given the end result, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

They were still laughing at some dirty joke Yang told - one that Ilia didn’t quite get but politely chuckled at anyway - as they spilled out of the diner an hour later. Blake cuffed her around the shoulder, and Yang caught her in a playful chokehold with one arm as they moved to their bikes.

“Your mind is absolutely filthy,” Weiss was chuckling. “But I guess I love it, anyway.”

“You guess?!” Then she looked down at her motorcycle. “Ugh… speaking of filthy, look at this thing. Damn highway out to that motel.”

“So wash it,” Weiss laughed. “I’ll help.”

However, that scheming look had already crept into her violet eyes as she stroked her chin. “You know… I don’t think so. Seems like somebody owes me the pleasure.”

“Owes you what?” But the minute Blake finished speaking, her eyes rolled upward. “Ugh. No. No, you’re not actually holding me to that bet, you clod!”

“I am. In fact… you never offered, so now I think you gotta sweeten the deal.” Her eyes were sparkling with that old malevolence yet again when she added, “And I know exactly how. Weiss, you wanted to help her, didn’t you? I think that sounds real neato.”

All Weiss replied with was, “Oh really?” She was only half-listening, thinking about how cute Ilia was while hugging Blake from behind. Whatever it was couldn’t be that bad.

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   A couple of hours later, Weiss was regretting her indifference.

“In what way is this part of the bet?” Blake was grumbling.

“Come on,” Yang coaxed gently in a cloying voice as she kicked back in the olive green lawn chair, sunglasses in place. “Wearing towels wasn’t part of the deal.”

Weiss had both hands on her hips - over said towel. “And what was this ‘deal’ exactly? Refresh my memory.”

“You two give me a little show and I let Blake off with just cleaning my bike one time instead of for a month. And c’mon, it’ll be fun! Just get all… wet and wild, start splishin’-and-a-splashin’!”

Though her companion looked no more thrilled about it than she did, she was equally resigned. “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Blake’s towel fell to the grass, revealing an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, yellow polka dot bikini. Weiss did the same, her own red and a solid tone but no more conservative. She was at least thankful that it was in the back yard rather than the front; having the entire neighbourhood see her so scantily clad outside of an actual beach would have mortified her beyond belief - and even then, she had always worn a one piece bathing suit. At least Ilia had decided she would go home – once Blake made it clear the last thing she wanted was yet another spectator.

“You are a PIG, Xiao Long!” she snapped out of nowhere, her entire face and neck red. Blake wasn’t nearly as flustered, but she was trying to focus on getting the soap and bucket, carrying them to the faucet on the back of her mother’s house.

“Yeah, but a pig with a view.” She had even put a second lawn chair down to prop up her feet.

So they got to work. Really, neither of them minded too much, other than how annoying the labour was; Yang was a demanding taskmaster, ordering them not to scratch the paint job, to pay closer attention to scrubbing certain areas. By the time they really got going, it was quite warm work, and Weiss found herself glad of the bikini after all.

“The stupid thing is, I’m kind of flattered,” Blake whispered as they were washing the other side of the bike, away from their audience. “I know Yang is teasing us, but, well… at least once she wanted to see my body. Pretty pathetic, isn’t it?”

Weiss let her barely-covered hip shift over and bump Blake’s. “Hey, it’s a great body. And maybe it’s a little pathetic, but I understand. It’s hard to have a crush and try to just make it ‘go away’.”

“But I’m happy right now. Really! You’re my ‘special friend’, and this new, um, courtship with Ilia… or whatever it is. It’s pathetic to still hang onto an old crush. But I guess it’ll just take time to pass.”

“Exactly. You’ll get there.”

However, now Weiss had a fun little idea. Stupid, and liable to get her sucker punched, but fun. Once done on that side, they turned around and worked to get the last bit of the back while Yang was calling out more lewd comments, laughing all the while. Weiss started laughing with her. At first, Blake just rolled her eyes at both of them, but when it kept up she was understandably a little confused.

“SHAKE THAT CABOOSE!” Yang cackled. Weiss was starting to worry she was suffering from sunstroke – or had snuck something from Raven’s liquor cabinet.

“Alright,” Weiss laughed. “You finish up this while I hook up the hose, alright?”

“Sure,” Blake sighed, doing exactly that. As she ground the soapy sponge against the back of the Harley, Weiss trotted over and screwed the hosepipe’s connector into the faucet, then quickly dashed back to the nozzle before anyone could figure out what was up.

Then she took aim and fired. “AAAAH!” Blake burst out as the water doused both bike and washer, dropping the sponge in shock. “Weiss!”

Seconds later, she looked like a wet cat, hair pasted across her face and neck and shoulders. Not much better could be said for the polka dots. By the time Weiss turned off the stream, she was soaked to the bone, shivering in the mid-Autumn air with her arms around her middle and glaring at her through the curtain of hair.

It was Yang who spoke first. “Well… didn’t see that coming.”

“You give me that, Schnee,” Blake growled, taking a step forward. Weiss took a step back. “Are- seriously? You just hosed me down, and you’re running away?!”

“Listen! We can discuss this! NO!”

So around and around the bike they ran, fighting over the hose. Weiss kept trying to nip it upward so it didn’t actually wrap around the handlebars - which was her undoing, because she wound up faceplanting into the damp grass, getting the tiniest bit of mud on her front.

“AH!” she giggled, and by then Blake was doing the same - mostly because she had the hose aimed at Weiss now. Yang was joining them from the sidelines. “Nooo, you monster!”

“Surrender! Go on, say ‘uncle’!”

But Weiss couldn’t say anything with the water making her gargle constantly. When she started hacking and coughing, Blake finally did turn off the hose and helped her up to pound on her back. “You’re okay. Come on, breathe.”

“I’m fine!” she finally grunted, wiping mud and water from her face. “Ugh… okay, okay, that was… maybe not my best plan of all time. And now we're both all muddy.”

“Yeah, we are. We can shower inside; Mom didn't pack the soap or anything, it’s still there.”

Weiss smirked. “We could. Or…”

“Or?” But when Weiss picked up the bucket and pulled one of the sponges out, Blake's eyes narrowed. “Don't make me turn this hose on you agai- oh!”

The gentle slap of soap across their stomach silenced her well enough. After giving her a moment to get used to it, Weiss began to massage in a gentle circle, easily washing away the negligible dirt. Blake still looked the tiniest bit surly, but she wasn't all that upset now that she knew her special friend wasn't going to do anything worse.

“What are you doing?!” she finally hissed under her breath as Weiss moved down to her thighs.

“Getting the mud. Or did you already forget?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Now… n-now cut that out.” She couldn’t help the vibration that crept into her voice when Weiss was caressing her thigh, and the way her eyes fluttered closed was very telling.

From the lawn chairs came a hearty, “OooooOOOOoh, I could get used to this!” That only made Blake surlier.

“Just relax,” she whispered as she moved around to her back - which definitely didn’t need soaping.

“But what are you trying to do? I mean, I’m really not comfortable doing this in front of Yang…”

“Come on, think about it. This might be your best chance to show her how sexy you can be. I know you are already, but Yang doesn’t see you as a woman; just a sister, or something. Maybe this can help open her eyes a little.”

Glancing over at the blonde, who was still just laughing at what she perceived as a silly game they were playing, Blake hissed urgently, “But I’m fine with that! Really! It’s great being her sister and best friend, and I’ve put the other stuff in the past. Can’t we just leave it alone?”

“Have you really, though?”

“Yes.” But the washing was clearly getting to her. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because…” Well, because it was kind of thrilling. But that wasn’t the main reason, and certainly not the one she was going to tell Blake. Might as well go with the truth. “Because I think just once, we should try. If Yang still doesn’t think you’re her kinda gal, then we know we tried, and… and we can really put it to rest. But if you want me to stop, I will. It was just an idea.”

And to make sure Blake saw she was serious, she stepped back and lowered the sponge. Yang lowered her legs from the other lawn chair, concerned with how serious the other two looked now.

“Don’t stop now! She’s going to figure out something’s up!” Immediately, Weiss started washing again, but just on her side; the bare minimum. “Just wash me off and hose me down again and get this over with.”

“Okay. Um… okay.”

When Weiss kept washing in silence, Blake finally sighed and pet over her head when she stood up after finishing off her legs. “Sorry. I’m sorry for getting snippy, but you really went too far.”

“I know I did - I just… I think Yang could like you that way if she could see y-”

“I don’t want her to anymore.” Weiss blinked in surprise as she shrugged and looked away. “Well… okay, I do, but at the same time I think it could mess things up between us the way they are between me and my mom. So… since Yang already seems so sure that I’m ‘just her sister’, maybe that’s for the best.”

Biting her lip, Weiss stopped to hug her tightly, caressing over her back with the sponge. “I got it. You might be right, you might be wrong. But either way, what you want is more important than what I think, so I won’t try this again. I promise.”

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Both of them jumped when they realised Yang’s voice was right next to them, instead of halfway across the lawn. She had ditched her leather jacket at some point, and her biceps bulged very slightly under her shirt sleeves. Weiss sheepishly yelped, “Nothing!”

“Nothing, huh?” Her eyes narrowed, sweeping between Blake and Weiss. “Doesn’t feel like nothing. But fine, fine, keep your damn secrets.”

“It’s nothing,” Blake insisted with a small smile. “She was just being a germ, we had to kind of talk about it, and now… all’s well that ends well. Honest.”

For a minute, it really seemed like Yang was going to argue with them or insist that she be told what was going on. Then she snatched up the hose from the ground and turned it on both of them.

“AAAAAHHH!”

“Get your free showers here, ladies!” she cackled, grin huge while they skipped back and forth, alternately trying to flee from the spray and to run toward Yang to stop it at the source. “What’s the matter? Hey, don’t run away - I just wanna help get you all clean!”

But around the time they had finally been rinsed clean, both of them running after Yang to catch her and smother her with affection - and soak through her clothes - they heard another voice across the lawn shouting, “WHAT are you girls DOING?!”

Of course it belonged to Kali Belladonna. She was dressed in a smart olive green dress with matching pumps, hands on her hips and handbag dangling from her wrist as she watched them frolick. Embarrassed, Weiss came to a skidding halt - and Blake crashed into her, Yang crashing into both of them and sending them to the muddy grass immediately.

“Girls!” Walking carefully over to them, she bent slightly to inspect them as she laughed, “Good God, I don’t know what’s got into you.”

“Nothing, Mom,” Blake laughed as she squirmed under Yang’s weight. Which she certainly didn’t seem to be trying to shift off of herself very fast. Weiss decided to be kind enough to refrain from mentioning she had noticed. “But what are you doing here? I mean, we just came to wash Yang’s bike.”

“Yes, I see that,” she snorted. “Great job staying on task.”

Finally getting up, Yang grunted, “You moving back, Mrs. B?”

“Not yet. However… there is something else that requires your attention, Weiss. I thought I would let you know immediately, even if nothing can be done about it until tomorrow afternoon.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” she asked Kali as they finally righted themselves. She tried to focus on that instead of the raised eyebrow from Blake’s mother at their attire.

“Only your entire future.”

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #1950s au #naughtybutweiss #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-text

[forkanna]

WARNING: so very (in)zesty and NSFW.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

The year was certainly interesting. At least, the next several months of 2016 proved to be a fascinating experiment.

Having been assured by Doc Pabbie that the new Mr. Fusion unit could handle the toll, Elsa skipped over a week in late October. This time, she said she was just going to go from Monday to Sunday with no stops between, as another small test – to get a feel for what it would be like. And it made no real difference to the rest of the world. She had called in from work — though they were starting to get worried about her taking off even more time — and Kristoff covered for her absence with the family. No ill effects. It wasn't going to be the same as skipping over entire months at a time, as they intended to do in the future, but it was successful.

Meanwhile, Anna and Punz were getting used to life at college, so she didn't even have time to do much in the way of worrying about her mother's misadventures. Classes were hard, dorm life was strange, and trying to find new band members took up a lot of her leftover free time.

That didn't mean Elsa wouldn't pop in once in a while. Sometimes when she least expected.

The Halloween party was a standard fraternity-sorority bash. Anna couldn't remember the names, but it didn't really matter, either. She had seen enough Veronica Mars to know to watch her alcohol, and never accept a drink from anyone else besides her girlfriend. She was actually enjoying herself; everyone was dressed up – or in various states of undress, since it was college – and it really was just a great excuse to let off some steam before the weeks leading up to finals.

At least, that had been Anna's plan. A little steaminess had certainly been anticipated for later that evening, but when her gaze fell to a newcomer, the eyes of everyone else at the party following suit, she realised she had grossly underestimated how hot a tantalising body could be, and how much she yearned for that contact.

"Holy… ffffuuuckballs."

And Anna wasn't the only one looking. Elsa looked another ten years younger, the crow's feet gone and her skin brighter than it had been in a while. Not only that, but the way she was filling out that slutty black dress, she also had the 'older woman' allure of a supermodel-level 27-year-old that made all the college boys drop their jaws - and want to drop their pants.

Girl-loving-girls were no exception. Anna was frozen in place as Elsa approached with a small smile in place, squeezing between throngs of college students to show off her costume. Of course, that only made things ten times worse for Anna as all the blood left her head and she began thanking the heavens that the toga she was wearing meant that she had a bra on. At least she would be slightly less conspicuous.

Suddenly, she felt Punz lean up to kiss her cheek. "I'll leave you two alone," she murmured. Anna swallowed thickly and gave a mute nod. Though to be truly alone, they would have to go back to the dorm room…

"Who's the hot teacher?" one of the guys whispered to his friends. There were a lot of shrugs. "Maybe she's a TA…"

"Can't believe a teacher would dress up as Elvira. I mean, the chesticles!"

"Who?"

"You know, Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?" When none of his friends answered, he sighed and grunted, "Philistines…"

Anna's knowledge was a little closer to the Philistines. However, she recognised the costume vaguely, from something on TV at some point. As much as she had absorbed random 80s trivia, she had come across Elvira at some point, she was sure.

Elsa looked the part to a 'T'. Voluptuous figure poured into a tight-fitting dress, ample cleavage on display for the entire party. As she walked, the slit up the side swung to reveal a shapely leg, shrouded in a fishnet stocking. Matching black heels clicked across the hardwood floors until she reached the hallway runner, softening the sound. The big-hair black wig definitely helped to cover her usual blondeness – and the pale makeup highlighting her cheekbones and rimming her eyes with darkness, paired with those ruby-red lips, made her such a graveyard knockout that Anna knew no one would ever think they were related. She didn't even bother trying to shush the boys; anybody would have reacted that way.

Anybody.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Elsa asked Anna mildly, voice purring and as sensual as her outfit.

"Uhh… I, uh… me…" Clearing her throat, she managed, "S-Sophitia. It's from a video game. I'm… so Elvira, huh?"

Smiling softly, Elsa reached up and glided a hand over Anna's blonde wig. "Didn't realise you'd be wearing this or I might have picked a different costume. We could both be blondes for a day."

"Then people would definitely be saying we were sisters," Anna whispered in a quiet voice. "I'm surprised they aren't saying it now; you look so… so good."

The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them. Anna didn't want to break the spell by looking away, or moving; she wanted to stand there with Elsa forever because she had no idea when she might next see her.

Elsa had other plans. Leaning forward a touch – pushing her breasts forward and biting her lip, just enough to be far more enticing than it should be – she murmured, "What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

Anna's shaking hand held up her own Solo cup, and Elsa drank from it – leaving a lipstick mark that had Anna's blood pounding in her ears. This was too hot. Were they on the surface of the sun? She smiled awkwardly, and her mother's grin had just enough of a wolfish quality to it that she felt her knees go weak.

"So… do you wanna get out of here?"

Immediately, the toga-clad idiot felt her mouth run dry and found herself unable to answer. She glanced around for Punz, but her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. It made her a little sad in the back of her mind; Punz shouldn't have to feel like she needed to disappear.

But she would worry about her later. Trying to swallow and failing miserably, Anna nodded. She had no idea where Elsa was going to take her, but that was okay. After all, she never felt safer than when she was with her mother.

                                                ~ o ~

Contrary to her expectations and as far away from her hopes as one could get, Elsa did not take Anna back to the dorm. And perhaps that would have been a little much, but Anna couldn't pretend that she didn't think of Elsa most of the time whenever she cranked one out. So it would have been nice to have it really happen for once.

Not when she was with Punz, though. Never with Punz. As any Ghostbusters fan knew, you just don't cross the streams.

Instead, Elsa led her out of the party, making a detour that was only just enough out of the way to grab Punz, who had been loitering in the kitchen, and led them all into the cool evening air together. Anna tried very hard not to look at how Elsa's well-displayed tits reacted to that.

"So who is Jennifer supposed to be? A Catholic schoolgirl version of Xena?"

Dipping her head slightly at being paid attention to, she whispered, "I'm Cassandra. From 'Soul Calibur III'? Specifically that one because her costume in IV was a little too revealing for me…" Then she caught herself and hurriedly added, "N-not that there's anything wrong with a revealing costume! Of course! I just, um, it's not for me."

Elsa had been nodding along as they walked through the campus, and then chuckled at her blustering. "Of course." Then her eyebrows perked up. "Oh, are you two from the same game?"

"Yeah," Anna said with a huge smile. "I mean, I don't remember the characters all that well but it's a fun game. Punz is the expert."

"O-oh, I wouldn't say 'expert'! Just liked the characters, and I can Google to look up what they look like for cosplay purposes."

"Nerd," she said affectionately.

"Well, you both look wonderful," Elsa told them in no uncertain terms. Still sounding like a mom, despite her more youthful appearance. "Not that I have any previous knowledge of who they are. But… well, I can't help noticing something."

"What?" Punz asked, face serious as if they were about to get into some kind of costuming discussion.

"Did you purposefully put your girlfriend in the sexier outfit, or did you just think she suited the character?"

The serious face turned into a slight blush. "U-um… well, a little of both? I thought Anna would look great in it, and… between the two of us, she's the more courageous, more determined. I guess."

'Elvira's' hand drifted up to cup the girl's cheek, and she blushed even redder. "It's sweet. And I guess if that's who this toga-wearing exhibitionist is, then that's our Anna."

"Exhibitionist?!" Anna burst out. "Hey, I'm covered! I mean… not very well, okay, but there's nothing showing! And we have cool swords and shields!"

Withdrawing her hand, Elsa stopped her teasing. There was still a grin on her face, though, and her eyes trailed appreciatively over Anna's outfit once more. Anna couldn't help doing the same. She still hadn't fully experienced this new Elsa yet, and she was more than aware of that fact.

"So, what are we doing?" she asked instead, trying to distract herself. Feeling Punz's hand slide into hers as they walked, she allowed herself to take Elsa's on the other side. From a distance, they probably just looked like three sorority girls heading to – or from – a party. Elsa hummed thoughtfully a moment.

"I thought I could just spend the night hanging with the two of you. See how that goes? Unless, of course, you don't want me to." There was an easy smile on her face that showed only the tiniest hint of hesitance. To be fair, it was rather odd, showing up unannounced like this. However, Elsa certainly looked at ease enough to suggest that she believed they wouldn't "not want her".

She was right.

"How about ice cream?" Anna asked. "My treat?"

"Oh no, you don't," Elsa argued. "I dragged you away from the party. If there's any treating going around, I'll be doing it."

"Ooh, is that so?" The purred words surprised even Anna, and her eyes widened the same moment a choked cough came from next to her. Punz looked absolutely mortified, and her hand was covering her mouth in a valiant attempt to hold back any other noises.

Now Anna felt bad. She shouldn't have said that. The words had burst from her lips faster than she could stop them, and the innuendo hadn't been missed by anyone. Just because Punz knew of – and accepted, to a degree – Anna's relationship with Elsa, it didn't mean she wanted it shoved in her face. And why would she? She was Anna's girlfriend; Elsa was Anna's mother.

Letting out a small cough, Anna looked to the ground, embarrassed. "Sorry," she mumbled, quiet but heartfelt. Elsa remained silent, though even she seemed somewhat chastened.

"No, no! It's fine," Punz said hurriedly. "It wasn't- I just choked on something. I don't-" Taking a breath, she shut her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself. "I'm good, you're good, and Mrs- Elvira is good. Everything is hunky dory."

There was an honest smile on her face, and Anna squeezed her hand in a small show of thanks. Then she turned to Elsa.

"Ice cream sounds great. Maybe we can share one of those huge sundaes!"

"I'd like that," Elsa said with a small smile. Her cheeks were still a little warm, but luckily the makeup mostly covered that. "And I am sorry for interrupting; you didn't have to blow the party off for me."

Shrugging easily, Anna said, "It's okay. I was just thinking about leaving, anyway."

"Really?" Elsa asked in a dubious tone.

"Honest! Like, it's fun for a while, but we already took a few pics and, um, had to turn down like fifty drinks from guys who think they stood a chance. After a while, that gets old."

Finally, Punz sighed and seemed to be able to let go of her discomfort around this situation. "Yeah, it does. You know that 'throw the drink in the face' thing that only happens in movies? I finally had to act it out after like, the first dozen dudebros."

Elsa snorted a little and repeated "dudebros" under her breath. Anna had to smile; for a woman pushing fifty, she did stay pretty contemporary, but was still fascinated by small things from modern culture like that.

"In that case, I'm glad I could rescue you two. Do you mind if… I get a picture of the three of us?"

Shrugging, Anna glanced at Punz and they both nodded; that seemed harmless enough. So they all waited while she set the timer and propped the phone up on the base of a statue on the campus quad. Firstly, they did one with Anna in the middle, that seeming natural due to her being their mutual interest. With Elsa being the tallest, the next one was with her in the middle with the other two popping their feet and leaning in against her like some old pinup from the World War II era. About halfway through the picture-taking, Punz seemed to realise how close she was to Elsa and began to blush, which was just enough to show up in the picture.

"Oh wow, erase that one," she lamented, hiding her face. "I look like a tomato!"

"It's cute," Anna countered. "And other than that it turned out perfect; I don't think we could get it that good again."

"Agreed; it's very sweet. I'll treasure it always." Again, Elsa patted Jennifer, but this time on the shoulder. If Anna had to guess, she thought her mother was beginning to notice just how uncomfortable she was with any contact between them, and was trying to dial it back.

So they went to have ice-cream and Elsa did pay – though Anna refrained from commenting on it further than a simple, "Thank you." Punz echoed her words, obviously genuine but still a touch… nervous? Embarrassed? Anna wasn't sure and she didn't want to ask, either. She did make an effort to rein it in, though. Punz seemed to appreciate it.

By the time they'd finished their ice creams and were making their way through the campus, the Autumn night was beginning to turn cooler. Parties were still raging, and momentarily Anna wished that Elsa hadn't shown up. For just a moment, she wished she could just be a regular college student who gets drunk at a Halloween party with her girlfriend. But just for a moment – because she didn't truly want that. There were thousands of normal people and thousands of normal days and she didn't want that anymore. She just wanted a life with Punz and Elsa.

So it was on their way back to the dorms when Punz again offered to make herself scarce. This time, she simply said, "I'm going to go crash with that foreign exchange student, Kida something? She offered if it was too rowdy elsewhere."

"You don't have to do that," Anna said with a put-out expression, but this time Punz was a little more insistent. She just kissed her cheek and smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You two can have the room tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that…" Waving over her shoulder, she moved off toward the party. Apparently, she was planning on enjoying it a little longer, but wanted to give Anna her time with Elsa now.

Which Elsa seemed a little surprised by, but didn't say anything about it as they made their way upstairs. The party had spilled into the hallways, so they had to weave around mummies and zombies and superheroes until they got to Anna's door.

"Haven't been in here since you got set up," she breathed quietly with a small smile, looking around at the Pat Benatar poster and the wallscroll from some anime that probably belonged to Jennifer.

"It's a room, I guess." Scratching her ear, she bumped the door shut behind them. "Um… so how's stuff? I haven't talked to you since the semester started."

"Well, it's been pretty straightforward for me; I have been working, and then I took that week off, and… well, I'm sure you can tell I had another procedure done. And if your reaction to me walking in was any indication, it was time and money well spent."

Anna bit her lip and giggled a little, and Elsa smiled. But she wasn't pushing, wasn't advancing further. Simply standing in the room and looking around, her hourglass figure filling out that dress in a way that made her stomach tingle. Her palms itched to reach out and grab handfuls of everything she could find, but she forced herself to take this slow. To just enjoy her mother coming back to visit.

But… she didn't want that. She wanted Elsa, not her mom. It was only made worse because she was absolutely expecting to get some tonight – the plan had just changed a little. Then again, if Elsa had come here purely to show off the results of the procedure and spend time with her daughter, then Anna was happy to do that, too. As consolation prizes went, it wasn't a bad one at all.

"Yeah, it's different, right?" Brushing her bangs across her forehead, she took a step forward and past Elsa towards the bed. "We had to do some redecorating after I accidentally spilled nacho cheese on literally everything. I let Punz pick the—"

She was cut off by a deafening click, and swivelling on the spot, Anna's eyes aligned to the door where she had been standing just before. Except now, Elsa was there, leaning against the wood with one hand on the lock and the other slung across her body.

"—the colours…"

"She does have good taste," Elsa said, a wicked little smile reaching her eyes and sticking to her lips. "Pity about the cheese, though. Did it burn you?"

Anna couldn't respond for a moment. What could she say? Elsa's words didn't match her actions, and Anna-the-daughter was at war with Anna-the-horny-college-student. Finally she settled on a very underwhelming, "Huh?"

"Oh, you know," Elsa said, stepping forward. "Did it make you… dirty?"

A slow blush spread across her cheeks, though it was still a lot faster than she wished it was. "I'm… uhh, are you trying to ask if I need a bath? Do I smell or something?"

"Maybe I'm out of practice," Elsa admitted with a quiet chuckle. Then she paced forward and slid her hands up and over Anna's shoulders, around to gently rest on the back of her neck. "I was trying to gently encourage you to sleep with me. Did I do it wrong?"

The blush only got worse.

"Goodness," Elsa chuckled, playing with the fine ginger hairs peeking out from beneath the blonde wig of her costume. "I seem to have flustered… what was her name? Sophia?"

"Sophitia." Her lips felt numb, her pulse racing. It wasn't her mother – or even Elsa. This was almost like being propositioned by some total stranger, a raven-haired fox that looked old enough to be a very young teacher. Much though she hated to admit it, she had gone from zero to "hopelessly aroused" in the minute or so since Elsa had locked the door.

Why did Elsa seem to do this to her so easily? Even when she was her own age, all she had to do was look at her the right way and she dissolved into need. Here and now, her mother leaned forward a little more to whisper, "Are you alright?" and Anna barely heard her, she was so taken with the gorgeous, elegant woman.

"Wha…? I'm f-fine. I'm…" Her eyes focused on Elsa's lips. So red, so full… she had to kiss them.

And then she was. Her mother's cheesy pick-up line was forgotten as Anna melted into Elsa. She tasted like lipstick and heaven, and as the noise from the party raged around them, Anna had no desire to bite back her moans. She began kissing harder – hard enough to push Elsa back towards the locked door. They struck it with a thump, but though Elsa gave a soft "Oof," she didn't let their lips part for longer than a second.

"Fuck, I need you," Anna growled as she moved to divest Elsa from her dress. The wig came off first, falling to the ground and letting Elsa's hair fall down with it. Whether it was due to the words or the actions, Anna wasn't sure, but it made very little difference as Elsa gasped and writhed against her.

"Picking up- ngh- bad habits…" Elsa groaned out. "Foul language…"

Anna smirked against her skin. "Just for you." Her hands slipped inside the open chest of the dress. "Just for you, my Elsa."

Her mother's back arched as she felt the hands find her peaks beneath the material, with little effort or opposition. Elsa was ready to be touched, and Anna was ready to touch her. She couldn't believe they were finally taking this step; not their first encounter, but the most honest and open one since 1985.

"Yes," was all she could think to breathe as she listened to Elsa moaning, as she moved down to nip at the skin. Little by little, she teased the plunging neckline open until her mouth could press to the nipple itself, enveloping it so easily and drawing it in.

And it unmade Elsa. Her hands fell to Anna's shoulders, gripping for a moment as if to push her away before pulling her forward. A heart at war with itself was beating fast behind the soft mounds that she played with. She had been dying to have this for almost a year now, and she would be damned if anything stopped her.

"Tori…" Seemed her mother still needed that much. But she wasn't going to begrudge her. Or at least, she was going to change things up a little.

"Who? My name is Sophitia, Elvira."

A half-breathless laugh blasted from her throat, and Anna's stomach fluttered with joy. "Oh, that's the game, is it? Alright… I can handle that. Sophitia."

"Mmm… Elvira…" And maybe Anna dragged out the first syllable a touch longer than she would have otherwise, but its similarity to her mother's name sent a delightful chill down her spine, clashing against the heat at her navel.

Manouevering her leg a tad, Anna slipped it between Elsa's, pressing deep at the same moment she resumed her attack on the nipples standing proud against Elsa's flesh. God, this was it. Sort of. It was the first time that Anna could fully appreciate the way Elsa looked when she was being pulled apart piece by piece; the pleasure working into every crevice of her being. She was more beautiful than Anna could ever have imagined, and suddenly the only thing she wanted was to see Elsa come. She wanted Elsa to fall apart beneath her fingertips, pressed against a dorm room door while a party raged outside.

And despite initiating it this time, Anna still wanted Elsa to say her name. To not be afraid to say it. But that would come with time, and the whole idea was pushed from her mind because there were far more fun things to focus on.

"Ah! Oh… oh, Sophitia!"

It took that little to melt away concerns and refocus on making this ethereal creature writhe with ecstasy. If she could. She had before, on rare occasions – and she aimed to do the same this time.

"Do you know how much I love these?" she taunted Elsa as she laved her soft peaks, feeling the rigid centers pressing back against her tongue.

"Bet you say that to all the girls," Elsa whispered softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You… mmhh… you flirt."

Her head shook before she leaned in and wrapped her lips close around one, suckling for a moment and eliciting a louder moan. "Just you."

For just a moment, the thin veil between their play and reality parted when Elsa whispered softly, "You always have."

Anna hesitated, eyes flicking up to her mother's and seeing the shared feeling. That they were breaking natural laws, doing things that should not be done. Something they spent so much time avoiding thinking about, not to confront the darker things and focus on the light. But this time, Elsa seemed almost determined to rustle that veil and show Anna that she wasn't a woman deluded. She simply wanted to keep the darkness concealed because the light was a lot more important to her.

"And I still do," Anna affirmed, kissing one to make sure Elsa was still alright with this. All she got in return was a soft sigh of pleasure, so she returned her tongue to the surface, swirling around the firm, pinkened nub.

She could have kept it up all day if not for her urge to go further. To explore. And now that Elsa was giving her permission – encouraging her… Anna was done waiting. She wanted Elsa, wanted to taste her and experience her. Make up for the time that they lost and prepare her for the time they had left.

So, Anna began sinking to her knees, the dress sliding off Elsa's shoulders to leave her completely bare. Thank God they were on the third floor – and thank God Elsa was braced against the wall, because though Anna never paused, when her mouth ran over the apex of Elsa's thighs, breathing hot and wet and obscenely into the space between them, she did shudder. Her knees buckled for just a moment as she fought to control herself.

Anna didn't let it break her rhythm. With one hand running up and down Elsa's calf, she used it to lift her leg. Elsa groaned when Anna kissed the top of her foot, just above where that shining black heel began, and she wasn't exactly sure what caused the sound. Was it the tender touch, or… something more? This was a curious thing, and not something Anna would ever have expected her mother to be interested in. Before her little foray into the past, Anna had never thought of her mother as a sexual being – despite having three children as evidence to the contrary. If the thought ever had crossed her mind, it was in the abstract 'parents do things and make babies and it's absolutely not about fun'.

Oh, how wrong she had been. And watching Elsa's eyes close, head tilted back as a long, low moan escaped her throat, Anna realised that she had been both wrong and also very, very stupid.

So the higher her lips went, and the more Elsa let out little moans of desire as she explored her calf, her knee, the more she finally had to completely let go of that idea of who her mother could have been. Was, in her memory, but had never existed in this version of history. This was Elsa McFly now and who she would be forevermore.

"God, you really are beautiful," Anna sighed against her thigh, hands trailing up and down the outsides of both, down to knees and up to hips and resting there a moment.

"Money well spent, then. If you like me this much."

"Not the money. Not your 'improvements' to this body. Just… you." Anna wanted her to know that. Even if she had never gone into the future and made her physical form younger, her love wouldn't change. All this changed was the openness with which they could be together in public. Hopefully.

At last, she was going down on Elsa again. For a few seconds. Then Elsa slid against the wall to one side, unable to remain standing, and Anna picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs windmilled and one of her black heels rocketed across the room to thump against the closet door, and they both laughed as they fell atop the sheets. Then arms were encircling bodies, lips finding lips. Legs tangling in sheets. Hearts dancing together.

Eventually, Anna found it quite natural to lift Elsa's leg up and slide her own thighs between. This was something she had tried with Jennifer and thought it could come in handy now; a few tries had made it a lot more pleasurable once they figured out exactly how to fit together so that it wasn't just an awkward idea. Expertise that she hoped to give to her mother.

"O-ohhhh," Elsa sighed when their wet petals began to grind against each other. "That's… that's new! I didn't think scissoring was a… a real thing!"

Giggling breathlessly, Anna wrapped her arms around Elsa's leg as she shifted her hips up and down. "It's for special occasions. And… y-yeah, not as easy as it looks, but… if you can do it just… r-right…"

There were a few solid seconds that were filled only with gasps and choked cries, their flesh slipping against each other's. Anna closed her eyes and focused on the movements, her actions becoming less and less controlled the closer she spiralled to her orgasm. Elsa was beautifully unhelpful – this was one aspect of sex that Anna was actually better than her in, and that thought only brought Anna closer to the edge. She liked being in control.

But that control also meant that she wanted to watch – witness Elsa come undone beneath her. A treat she had never been allowed to see before. So she opened her eyes, only somewhat disappointed to realise Elsa's had slipped shut.

Maybe she should change that.

"L-look at me, Els- Elvira," Anna murmured. Her voice was breathless, but gentle; strained, with a hint of the need that seemed so clear in every other aspect of her body. When Elsa didn't react, she tried again. "Look… look at me. Please."

This time, her voice was much stronger. Her fingernails dug in a little harder against Elsa's thighs when finally – finally they made eye contact.

"A-Anna…" she just barely managed to breathe, a slight flash of surprise in her features from the mild pain. But it was obviously not unwelcome, if her reaction were any indication. Belatedly, she let out a soft moan before amending, "I mean… Sophitia…"

But Anna felt a sense of triumph. She had finally got her mother to say her actual given name while they were together in this way. She wanted to push more, to call her "Elsa" – or "Mom". Demand she keep calling her by her name, at least. However, this was already a lot for her mother to have gotten past, so she didn't try.

"Elvira, I w-want you to come for me," she told her in no uncertain terms. Not that she wanted this moment to be over, but Elsa's pleasure came first. In fact, it was the only thing that mattered. "I wanna hear it. W-wanna feel it!"

Nodding, her mother grabbed onto the nearest leg to her front from the angle at which they were interlocked and hugged it to herself, sighing and rolling her hips in time with Anna's. She did the same, folding the other leg back to kneel slightly, giving herself a little more leverage. Then she tried to concentrate as much as possible on bringing pleasure to the two clusters of nerves they owned between them.

Now she was definitely glad that she had worn such a semi-revealing costume.

"Sophitia!" she cried out again, drawing the leg back from Anna's grasp to practically stand on her neck. Trying to open herself up more to the friction. "Sophi… phit…!"

The broken way she uttered most of her character's name made Anna let out a winded blast of laughter. This was everything she had been dreaming of during their months apart. Just because she had Jennifer and loved their moments together didn't mean she forgot the other with claim to her heart, her flesh and bones.

"'So Feet', huh?" Her hand pried the foot off her neck and kissed its toes, which curled away instinctively. "Is that what you just said you want?" Elsa shook her head. "It's not?"

"Just… just you!" she admitted, hips moving faster than ever. Anna's eyes were magnetically drawn to the soft breasts and the way the one she could still see rippled and rose up to nearly slap its owner in the face. If only she could reach it… but she would have to settle for the show.

And what a show it was. Even though Anna couldn't quite touch, it didn't mean that Elsa couldn't. Perhaps the desire was evident in Anna's eyes, because as Elsa lifted a hand to tug at one nipple, she made sure to send one slow wink her way.

It made Anna shudder, her rhythm faltering for a second. It wasn't enough to completely derail her impending orgasm, but it was enough to delay it for another little while. However, it hadn't had that effect on Elsa; contrarily, the hand at her breast began working harder as she stared at Anna, hips rolling desperately. Her expression was fierce and needy, and Anna wanted to give her it all.

So she grabbed Elsa's hips and redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded with a lewd moan that burst, long and low, from Elsa's lips. Perhaps part of it was for show, but it was undeniable how good it made her feel.

"I'm so close…" Elsa hissed. "Please! Finish me!"

Therefore, Anna held nothing back. She began to slam her hips once in a while for that jarring spasm of pain mingling with the pleasure, mostly sliding up and down the fragile folds with her own. Working hard to coax that stubborn orgasm free. Until…

Elsa exploded like a supernova, entire spine kinking and legs straightening all the way, forcing Anna to lean back. Watching that unfold got Anna a lot closer to her own, and she began rutting even harder, prompting a mingling gasp of surprise and a groan of detached pleasure from her mother.

"Sophitia!" she finally gasped out, swallowing to coat her throat. "Are… are you close?"

All she could do was nod. She was past the point of being able to say anything now, kissing and biting the calf in front of her face as she rocked her hips into the most perfect body she had ever encountered. Elsa said nothing to stop her after that, no questions or commentary. Just thrust back against the thrusts meant to give Anna her finish.

Though she did add one thing. A simple, whispered, "I love you."

Anna achieved heights she didn't even know were possible during sex. Her entire body was trying to seize up the way Elsa's had, but she did her best to stay loose and limber so that it wouldn't cause her pain later. She wanted this memory to be pure and beautiful and sweet.

Once they finally flopped down onto the bed, exhausted, Elsa did let out a groan of pain. "Ohhhh… I'll be feeling that for a few days."

"Sorry, not sorry," Anna giggled, rolling to curl around her. "Mmm… that was amazing." She noticed the slight wince. "You okay?"

"Of course." She took a few breaths before continuing, "The future has done wonders for me, but I still have the inner body of a woman pushing fifty. Feels more like my late thirties now, thanks to diet and exercise, and the procedures, but I'm never going to be an actual teenager again, I'm afraid."

"Good." Anna leaned over and kissed her, messy and wet and wonderful. "I could never date a teenager."

Elsa sighed into her mouth, running a hand up and down Anna's spine in that delicious way that had her shivering for more. Pointedly ignoring that she was already dating another teenager.

It was a shame that today was a 'one and done' kind of day. Every cell of Anna's body wanted more, but the ache already building at her navel was one she probably shouldn't ignore. Every time she moved her legs, her clit seemed to cry in pain, bruised and tender as it was.

Totally worth it.

"So is this the part where you kick me out of your room and we spend the next semester dodging each other's gaze until it culminates in desperate sex in the library?" Elsa asked, a cocky grin on her face. Her arm didn't stop its travels. It felt so good.

"Nah…" Anna sighed, slipping her eyes shut so she could snuggle into Elsa and appreciate how it felt. "We can do that tomorrow…"

Still unable to suppress certain motherly instincts, Elsa managed to drag the blanket over the two of them, tenderly caressing over Anna's hair as they nestled in close to each other's bodies. Grateful for warmth, for companionship.

"You're sure Jennifer is alright with giving us the room?" she asked just as consciousness was fading. "She has a place to go?"

"Yeah… mmm…"

"Alright." Her lips pressed into Anna's forehead. "I love you."

"Love you, too…" And that was the last they knew before fatigue caught up with them.

                                                 To Be Continued…

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