Drabbletag - Summer
Title: Coolth
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Summer
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Elsa/Anna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Incest
The sun is high in the cloudless sky, mid-afternoon heat beating down on them. There’s a sheen of perspiration across Anna’s skin, the nape of her neck flushed pink, the hair that’s escaped its bindings dark and damp as it sticks to Anna’s shoulders.
“Do iiiiiit! Do it, do it, do it, do it!” Anna hisses, bouncing a little, and Elsa rolls her eyes affectionately and raises her hands.
Her palms press lightly against Anna’s back, and the noise Anna makes in response is positively obscene.
She slides her hands over Anna’s skin, feeling the warmth of it being drawn out. Keeping a light chill to her fingers, nothing too cold, but enough to be a welcome relief in the height of summer. Anna gasps and croons and sighs, wriggling and pressing back, moaning breathlessly when Elsa hits the right spots.
Elsa sits up on her knees, leaning forward, hands sliding around Anna’s sides to her front, following the path of her ribs. Anna lifts her arms to make it easier, wrists crossing above her. Head falling back when Elsa cups her bare breasts, groaning when Elsa begins to massage them, whole body pushing into the touch.
Elsa’s powers keep her cool, but the sound of Anna’s voice is making her sweat.
She drags her thumbs over Anna’s nipples, listening hungrily to the needy edge to Anna’s noises, before blowing a soft breath of chill air against the back of Anna’s neck.
Anna’s whimper is even hotter than the sun.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Summer
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Elsa/Anna
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Incest
The sun is high in the cloudless sky, mid-afternoon heat beating down on them. There’s a sheen of perspiration across Anna’s skin, the nape of her neck flushed pink, the hair that’s escaped its bindings dark and damp as it sticks to Anna’s shoulders.
“Do iiiiiit! Do it, do it, do it, do it!” Anna hisses, bouncing a little, and Elsa rolls her eyes affectionately and raises her hands.
Her palms press lightly against Anna’s back, and the noise Anna makes in response is positively obscene.
She slides her hands over Anna’s skin, feeling the warmth of it being drawn out. Keeping a light chill to her fingers, nothing too cold, but enough to be a welcome relief in the height of summer. Anna gasps and croons and sighs, wriggling and pressing back, moaning breathlessly when Elsa hits the right spots.
Elsa sits up on her knees, leaning forward, hands sliding around Anna’s sides to her front, following the path of her ribs. Anna lifts her arms to make it easier, wrists crossing above her. Head falling back when Elsa cups her bare breasts, groaning when Elsa begins to massage them, whole body pushing into the touch.
Elsa’s powers keep her cool, but the sound of Anna’s voice is making her sweat.
She drags her thumbs over Anna’s nipples, listening hungrily to the needy edge to Anna’s noises, before blowing a soft breath of chill air against the back of Anna’s neck.
Anna’s whimper is even hotter than the sun.