[early October]

[frozenfractals]

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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[herownway]

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.

[frozenfractals]

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.

[herownway]

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.

[frozenfractals]

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.

[herownway]

"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.

[frozenfractals]

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.

[herownway]

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."

[frozenfractals]

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.

[herownway]

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."