Prompt Post 4!
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A withered rose as crimson as a maiden's lips drags across pale skin, scoring the delicacy that lies there. A whimper is met with a harsh kiss and the younger girl pulls her wrapped leg towards her, insistently, bring the older woman closer. Pale, cold moonlight spills over them as cool fingers meet heat, molten to the core.
Anna's dress is ruffled and pushed higher, exposing more pale skin to her lover, prompting a sharp inhale from the older woman. Elsa's perfume spikes the air, hiding the musk that threatens to taint the atmosphere. Somewhere, in the distance of the castle, a loud noise distracts the pair, and Anna squirms against Elsa, as if her resolve is leaving her. The older woman holds her in place, stopping her resistance. They're treading on thin ice, dancing over broken glass, and it terrifies Anna.
“They're going to catch us,” she whispers against Elsa's cool lips, panicking, “They're going to catch us.” A tear rolls down Anna's pink cheek as she looks up to meet the cold blue eyes of her sister.
“Let them,” Elsa challenges, her voice confident and powerful. Anna's dress is harshly tugged down, and as Elsa's hot mouth meets one of Anna's rose tinted nipples, and her fingers swipe over the younger girl's most precious place, Anna tips. Anna muffles her scream in her sister's shoulder, tears and sweat rolling down her cheeks as she clamps down on Elsa. More sounds from the castle intensify her end, the risk of being caught encouraging her.
“What would our parents think if they could see us now?” Elsa whispers as she takes in the sight of her sweat and tear-stained sister, her fingers still deep within her. Anna trembles in the cool air, panting heavily as Elsa smirks and pulls her dress down further.
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