frozenfractals | [early October]

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[early October]

Truthfully, Elsa feels incredibly stupid. The ice slide was, in theory, a good idea, yes, but in practice, much more solid than anticipated. Dropping down the way she had, toppling like that — well, she should have seen it coming. She's not eight years old anymore. She can't just plop down on solid ice and expect it not to hurt.

Or, apparently, end in a broken leg.

Explaining it to the doctor wasn't easy, but it's all over now, her leg in a cast as she makes it back to her apartment. She rests on her crutches, fumbling in her purse for the keys to let them in. "Thanks for coming with me," she sighs to Jessica. She wouldn't have expected anything else, but it's still nice to have the company.

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She forgot, momentarily, that there was an underlying game going on. Or, actually, maybe that was backwards, probably it was. This was the heart of it, kissing her girlfriend, slowly, thoroughly, reaching up to take her face in her hands. They were definitely going to have to figure out the straddling thing. And a lot of things.

She pulled away slowly, sucking on Elsa's bottom lip for a lingering moment. "Will that be all?" she said, from not very far away, catching her own tongue between her teeth with an impish smile.

"Mm-mm," Elsa says, head shaking minutely. There's something so irresistibly tender about being held like this, and for a little bit, the leg doesn't matter. Sitting here, so close, so wanted, she feels so utterly loved, and nothing else in the world could matter as much as that. Even injured, she feels, she's impossibly lucky. Has anyone ever been so lucky as her? Has anyone ever had such a beautiful, clever, wonderful girlfriend or loved so much? She turns her head slightly, enough to press a soft kiss to Jessica's palm. "More please."

"More, then," Jessica said, in a happy sort of purr. Satisfied both was and wasn't the word for it. She was entirely satisfied that she got to be here, in this moment; she was entirely unsatisfied in that she could never get enough of it.

She tilted Elsa's head slightly to the side with her hands, pressed her mouth just below her ear. "More here?" she said, then moved a little lower, to her neck. "Or, here?"

That, she's not expecting, and Elsa lets out a soft gasp at the press of lips against her skin. "There," she agrees, tipping her head to the side to give her room. She's so sensitive there, though there's nowhere, admittedly, she wouldn't enjoy the feel of Jessica's mouth. "There is good."

There was no part of Elsa she didn't like kissing, but she did have such a good neck, a lovely elegant stretch, with such a satisfying reaction. It was especially good right now, too, because with Elsa's head turned, tipped to extend it to her, she could just tuck herself right up against her side without disturbing her leg, slip one arm around her and kiss it at length, soft, sucking presses of her lips.

"Very good," she agreed, not entirely keeping track of how the game was meant to work.

Elsa closes her eyes, making a small, humming sound of content, her body pressing into Jessica's. "Mm-hmm," she murmurs. "Oh, I like that." Not that that's a secret. She always enjoys having her neck kissed, always loves cuddling with her girlfriend. There are so many more important things to love about Jessica, but this is still on the list.

She wondered if she could get away with a hickey and claim it was... did it count as punishment or reward? She wasn't sure. It probably depended on whether it was asked for or not. She put a pin in that and nipped Elsa's neck only lightly, instead.

"Well, you've been good, you should have the things you want," she said. "What else?"

Elsa smiles, pleased with the declaration of her goodness. It's only in play, but she thinks she has been very good, very polite, and if that means a reward, so much the better. She probably shouldn't get too carried away when this cast might interfere with further activities, but it's hard to resist Jessica. "More kisses, please," she says, leaning in to kiss her.

"Lucky you, we are well stocked," Jessica said, happily, resettling her position to catch Elsa's mouth with her own. These were really very agreeable requests, this was going extremely well. Aside from not quite being able to situate the two of them how she'd like.

Well, she could try. She could improvise. Still kissing Elsa, she shifted higher on the couch and turned, throwing a leg over her so she was across her, but keeping her weight on her knees so she wasn't actually sitting on her. She thought it would keep from causing leg problems. Maybe. Not actually sitting in her lap meant she was a bit higher, admittedly, it did require a bit of a lean on her part and a lot of head-tilt on Elsa's. "...is that okay?"

Elsa giggles, hands settling at Jessica's waist, drawing her closer. "It's okay," she assures her. "Very okay." It would be better, really, if they could do this properly, but it's fine. Until her leg is healed, they're just going to have to figure out ways around it, and this works. "We just have to improvise, right?"

"We are very good at improvising," Jessica allowed, shimmying her knees a bit further into the couch, trying to find a position where she was pressed the maximum amount against Elsa while still having enough leeway to bend and kiss her. Which she did, taking her face in both hands again.

She was flexible. They'd work it out. "We are problem solvers."

"We are very good with problems," Elsa agrees, more than a little distracted. She's not entirely sure what she's saying sometimes when Jessica kisses her, but it never seems to matter too much. The kissing is what counts. She leans into it, hands sliding up her back as she pulls her close, her breath hitching in her throat. "Good at lots of things."

"Very good," Jessica agreed, pressing close, shifting lower, the reason she hadn't been directly sitting in Elsa's lap momentarily escaping her. She had lost track of the bit, also, derailed by soft lips and the hands running up her back. It had something to do with asking for things. She could mostly think of a lot of things she would like, going forward.

Elsa, though, hasn't entirely forgotten, distracting though Jessica always is. Really, it's a wonder they get anything done when Jessica is so perpetually distracting. And so far, this set-up isn't causing any problems for her leg, so she's going to enjoy every bit of this until it becomes an issue. "Mm, am I being good?" she asks against her lips. She certainly feels that she is.

Jessica nodded, automatically, a small movement so as to not take her lips too far from Elsa's even as she made it clear she agreed. Particularly in reminding Jessica there was a game that they were playing, which had a little thrill and frisson of its own.

"Well, your manners are very good," she said, sitting up and back just a little and slipping a suspender off one shoulder. "But you should really be helpful with all these buttons on my shirt. My shirt in general, really."

"Oh, of course," Elsa murmurs. Jessica has an excellent point there. "As you wish." She runs her hands along Jessica's sides, up and over her breasts, to curl in her collar, tugging her back for another kiss before she starts on her buttons. She never had much of an inclination toward sex when she was younger, never thought about it very much before Jessica. But that was before. Now there are times when it's damn near irresistible.

Jessica's breath caught, at being pulled, hands actually doing a little flutter of indecisive delight. Being tugged into a kiss was extremely compelling. Being undressed was extremely compelling. She was caught between wanting to help, to get it done faster, and letting Elsa do them all. Leaving herself in her hands, as it were. They were very good hands. They were doing excellent work.

Instead, she ran them up Elsa's sides, settling high, thumbs cupped just under her breasts, and kissed her intently back. She was not sure how she was going to get Elsa undressed, but they'd work it out. They were problem solvers.

It is, Elsa has to admit, a touch ludicrous. Her leg is broken. They're going to have a devil of a time working around that, for one. But they're good at figuring things out, and Jessica's hands are so close to touching her properly that her breasts ache with wanting it. There's no hope for stopping now, no desire to do anything but keep on. They'll sort it out as they go. They've always managed well on the fly.

As soon as she can, the buttons undone, she runs her hands over smooth, bare skin, as eager to touch as to be touched. Fingertips grazing the edge of her bra, she whines faintly into the kiss. More.

She was meant to be specifically taking requests. She was absolutely going to bend the made up rules and take that wanting whine as a specific request, she was going to count it as asking, because just having the slightest soft weight against the line of her thumbs was too tempting, especially with Elsa's hands on her, sliding up, making promises of their own. She just had to brush upwards, cup and hold, make a happy wanting noise of her own right back into Elsa's mouth.

Even if she might think the situation is slightly ludicrous, Elsa's grateful for it, too. It's impossible to feel bad for herself or dwell on how dumb the whole broken leg incident makes her feel, not when Jessica is kissing her, touching her. There's want, there's desire, but there's a sense of safety here, too, and any accidents or mistakes she's made don't seem to matter so much. Hands sliding over warm skin, she reaches around Jessica, fumbling for the clasp on her bra. That she won't stop kissing her doesn't make it any easier, but practice is on her side.

"Oh, very good," Jessica sighed, into Elsa's mouth, both a compliment on the skills involved in doing that and an endorsement of this behaviour. She loved being undressed, loved Elsa taking them off to get to her. She wanted to return the favour, but first she had to drop her arms long enough to let them through the straps, and sit up a little to offer herself up.

Well, maybe not had to. Maybe a little had to, though.

Elsa giggles a bit, helping to ease the bra out of the way, dropping it onto the couch beside them. "Mm-hmm," she hums, clearly pleased with herself. Slipping a hand between them, she reaches up to palm Jessica's breast, thumb stroking over her skin, soft and warm. "Very." It's difficult to consider any of the logistics involved in whatever comes next when Jessica kisses her like this, but they've made it this far. They'll figure it out.

Jessica shuffled a bit, to make sure Elsa had enough room to keep touching her while staying close enough that she could wrap her arms around her, bury her face in the top of her head and inhale.

"So just... carry on," she said, happily. "While I work out how I'm going to get you undressed. No magic! I'm gonna manage it."

Elsa laughs, nose brushing between Jessica's breasts, and presses a soft kiss there. "You can do it," she says brightly. "I believe in you." That's true in general, and right now, she figures, she can give Jessica proper motivation to make sure she figures it out. She kisses the soft curve of her breasts, dragging her tongue over a nipple. Well, she figures, motivation and distraction. They always work it out eventually anyway.

She could do it. She absolutely could, and absolutely wanted to, and would, just as soon as she was thinking about anything other than the wet slide of Elsa's tongue over her nipple.

Soon was the wrong word. She gasped, into Elsa's hair, nuzzling, shifting slightly in her lap.

"Oh, that's good, though," she murmured. "Maybe being good is just doing that for, like. Mm. Time."

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