Drabbletag - Inappropriate
Title: Playtime
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Inappropriate
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Incest, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Once upon a time, her waking Elsa like this in the middle of the night was sweet and innocent. It was for company, for games, and while Anna might still have company and games on her mind, they are very different to what her younger self had in mind.
Now they’re adults, and it’s different when Elsa sleepily pushes her away, when she slurs, “Go play by yourself.”
Now Anna grins, straddling Elsa’s hips over the bedcovers. Now she pushes up on to her knees and pulls her nightgown up her thighs, seeing the way Elsa opens one eye to watch her through the darkness.
Anna’s hand slides up between her legs, eyelids fluttering for that first stroke of her fingers. She’s already wet for it, has been lying awake for too long, thinking about the softness of Elsa’s lips, the cleverness of her tongue.
Elsa’s gaze is like a physical caress, and Anna moans, so quiet and yet somehow so loud in the ringing silence of the night.
Her fingers massage her clit, tiny focused circles that make her hips buck, that make her breath catch, imagining it’s Elsa’s hands undoing her like this.
And when two fingers push inside, she hears Elsa’s gasp, feels her head fall back as she begins to fuck herself open, slippery hot around the thrust of her fingers.
So wicked, inappropriate, wrong, so perfect.
Elsa’s thumbnails bite into the skin of Anna’s inner thighs. She’s never been able to resist Anna for long.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Inappropriate
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Anna/Elsa
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Incest, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism
Once upon a time, her waking Elsa like this in the middle of the night was sweet and innocent. It was for company, for games, and while Anna might still have company and games on her mind, they are very different to what her younger self had in mind.
Now they’re adults, and it’s different when Elsa sleepily pushes her away, when she slurs, “Go play by yourself.”
Now Anna grins, straddling Elsa’s hips over the bedcovers. Now she pushes up on to her knees and pulls her nightgown up her thighs, seeing the way Elsa opens one eye to watch her through the darkness.
Anna’s hand slides up between her legs, eyelids fluttering for that first stroke of her fingers. She’s already wet for it, has been lying awake for too long, thinking about the softness of Elsa’s lips, the cleverness of her tongue.
Elsa’s gaze is like a physical caress, and Anna moans, so quiet and yet somehow so loud in the ringing silence of the night.
Her fingers massage her clit, tiny focused circles that make her hips buck, that make her breath catch, imagining it’s Elsa’s hands undoing her like this.
And when two fingers push inside, she hears Elsa’s gasp, feels her head fall back as she begins to fuck herself open, slippery hot around the thrust of her fingers.
So wicked, inappropriate, wrong, so perfect.
Elsa’s thumbnails bite into the skin of Anna’s inner thighs. She’s never been able to resist Anna for long.