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salmon_pinkTitle: Molten
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Kristoff/Anna
Rating: NC-17
Words: 497
Timeline: Season Four's Fall
Notes: Public sex. Spoilers. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord, prompt "frozen".
Okay, maybe this isn’t ideal.
They’re on the back of a hay-wagon, gratefully receiving a lift from a kind stranger who may or may not have recognised Anna as royalty when he saw them on the side of the road. Sure, they need to rush after Elsa, but they can’t make the horse pull the wagon faster out of sheer force of will (although Kristoff suspects Anna may be trying). And they’d definitely be slower if they were walking instead.
It’s just that Kristoff is so damn cold.
It’s been hours since they escaped Ingrid’s ice and fled the castle, but Kristoff can’t shake the dull ache in his joints, the shivers that still wrack him. And Anna, she’s the same, trembling in his arms.
It hurts, to think this is how she might have felt when her heart was frozen, to think she’s having to experience such cold a second time.
So yes, not ideal, but it’s definitely necessary to kiss Anna fiercely, to drink in the way she moans into his mouth, muffled and so sweet. Pushing her back against the hay, praying the piles separating them from the driver are enough to offer them at least some privacy.
It’s dark out, but there’ll be no shelter, no hiding themselves if they happen to pass anybody else. Risky as hell, but Kristoff can’t wait another second to touch her, and he has a sneaking suspicion the danger is really working for Anna.
Okay, forget suspicion, it’s definitely working for Anna, judging by the wicked grin she shoots him right before she rolls them over, her hands making quick work of Kristoff’s breeches. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from whimpering, first for the cool night air against his cock, then for the feel of her hand wrapping around him. Fingers loose, just teasing him as she yanks at her skirts with her other hand, and he kisses her throat, her clothed shoulder, her chin, anywhere he can reach.
Her skin is still cooler than it should be, but when she straddles him, sinking down upon his cock, her insides feel like an inferno.
Her hand slaps over his mouth just a second too late, but if the wagon owner heard Kristoff cry out he doesn’t acknowledge it.
Kristoff really hopes the guy didn’t recognise Anna as a princess. There are already enough rumours circulating about Arendelle’s royal family without adding this to the list.
The worry disappears quickly, though, because Anna’s moving, back arching. So beautiful, and he wants her naked for this, but there’s no way he’s willing to push his luck that far. He can’t exactly get leverage like this, in the soft bed of hay, so he grips her hips and takes her weight as she rocks over him, delicious heat beginning to pool through him from where they’re joined.
He’s not shivering anymore. If anything, he’s starting to sweat, as the movement of Anna’s body thaws him thoroughly.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Kristoff/Anna
Rating: NC-17
Words: 497
Timeline: Season Four's Fall
Notes: Public sex. Spoilers. For
fc_smorgasbord, prompt "frozen".Okay, maybe this isn’t ideal.
They’re on the back of a hay-wagon, gratefully receiving a lift from a kind stranger who may or may not have recognised Anna as royalty when he saw them on the side of the road. Sure, they need to rush after Elsa, but they can’t make the horse pull the wagon faster out of sheer force of will (although Kristoff suspects Anna may be trying). And they’d definitely be slower if they were walking instead.
It’s just that Kristoff is so damn cold.
It’s been hours since they escaped Ingrid’s ice and fled the castle, but Kristoff can’t shake the dull ache in his joints, the shivers that still wrack him. And Anna, she’s the same, trembling in his arms.
It hurts, to think this is how she might have felt when her heart was frozen, to think she’s having to experience such cold a second time.
So yes, not ideal, but it’s definitely necessary to kiss Anna fiercely, to drink in the way she moans into his mouth, muffled and so sweet. Pushing her back against the hay, praying the piles separating them from the driver are enough to offer them at least some privacy.
It’s dark out, but there’ll be no shelter, no hiding themselves if they happen to pass anybody else. Risky as hell, but Kristoff can’t wait another second to touch her, and he has a sneaking suspicion the danger is really working for Anna.
Okay, forget suspicion, it’s definitely working for Anna, judging by the wicked grin she shoots him right before she rolls them over, her hands making quick work of Kristoff’s breeches. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from whimpering, first for the cool night air against his cock, then for the feel of her hand wrapping around him. Fingers loose, just teasing him as she yanks at her skirts with her other hand, and he kisses her throat, her clothed shoulder, her chin, anywhere he can reach.
Her skin is still cooler than it should be, but when she straddles him, sinking down upon his cock, her insides feel like an inferno.
Her hand slaps over his mouth just a second too late, but if the wagon owner heard Kristoff cry out he doesn’t acknowledge it.
Kristoff really hopes the guy didn’t recognise Anna as a princess. There are already enough rumours circulating about Arendelle’s royal family without adding this to the list.
The worry disappears quickly, though, because Anna’s moving, back arching. So beautiful, and he wants her naked for this, but there’s no way he’s willing to push his luck that far. He can’t exactly get leverage like this, in the soft bed of hay, so he grips her hips and takes her weight as she rocks over him, delicious heat beginning to pool through him from where they’re joined.
He’s not shivering anymore. If anything, he’s starting to sweat, as the movement of Anna’s body thaws him thoroughly.
