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Chapter 12
*Two days later – Saturday*
“Have you ever been to Vancouver or anywhere on the west coast?”
Honeymaren managed to pull herself out of her awed daze when she heard Elsa’s voice. She had nearly choked on her coffee this morning when she came out of Elsa’s apartment building to find Matthew waiting in a fully-loaded, matte black Rolls Royce Phantom, and she had been spending the majority of their ride to JFK Airport just admiring every single aspect of the car. She had seen several of them before – luxury cars were quite common in certain parts of the city, but she never thought she would actually be sitting in one.
Honeymaren shook her head as her eyes settled on Elsa, the blonde in a pair of black joggers and a light, cream colored hoodie. It was a look Honeymaren was becoming increasingly used to now that she saw Elsa regularly outside of the office, yet she swore she fell for Elsa even more each time she saw her like this.
“Honestly, I haven’t really gone anywhere outside the city. And I haven’t even been outside the States that much either.” She watched as Matthew pulled off the road that led to the main hub of terminals for the airport, and soon enough they stopped for a short moment in front of a security guard who opened a gate that led to the private hangars and runways. They passed several hangars with small jets stationed outside them before she squinted her eyes at Elsa in confusion. “Wait, are we flying charter or something?”
Elsa let a short laugh escape her as Matthew pulled the Rolls to a stop off to the side of one of the hangars, the words ‘Frost Marketing’ spread across the side of the hangar in bold, black lettering.
“Something like that,” Elsa said, shooting Honeymaren a wink. She let Matthew come around and open the doors for both of them, and her friend was already holding their duffel bags when she exited the car.
“Do you want me to take these to the jet?” he asked.
“It’s fine,” Elsa answered, and she handed him a few hundred-dollar bills. Matthew chuckled at that.
“Elsa, the salary you give me is extremely-,”
“Oh, that’s for you to take yourself out for a nice dinner this weekend. Maybe get a date while you’re at it,” she interrupted, giving Matthew a light punch on his shoulder.
He couldn’t help but let out a full laugh as he ran a hand through his short, messy black hair. “I appreciate it. Don’t be stingy with your girl this weekend either.”
Elsa rolled her eyes but laughed lightly as she took her and Honeymaren’s bags from Matthew. She turned to Honeymaren, who was staring, awestruck, between her and the Gulfstream G650ER jet that was pulled out of the hangar.
“You seriously own a private jet?” she asked as she slung her own duffel bag over her shoulder, and she didn’t hesitate to follow Elsa toward the jet after the blonde took her by the hand.
“To be fair, it technically belongs to the company,” Elsa replied. “But yes, I bought it. Newest model too.”
Honeymaren leaned into Elsa a bit as she laced their fingers together, and she felt her heartrate quicken when Elsa gave her hand a soft squeeze. “There you go again, flaunting your wealth for me. Do I even want to know how much something like this is?”
Elsa raised an eyebrow and pressed her lips together, giving Honeymaren a skeptical look. “Should I also tell you that maybe I bought it the day you agreed to come to Vancouver with me? I couldn’t shy away from another chance to impress a pretty girl.”
Honeymaren giggled at that as she playfully swatted at Elsa’s shoulder. Christ, she was like a teenager who was obsessed with their girlfriend. But, she thought, ‘obsessed’ wasn’t even close to the right word for how she felt about Elsa; she was absolutely smitten with Elsa and her heart and feelings swooned at every little thing Elsa did. Obsessed was an understatement, and yet, Maren knew she still needed to be careful.
They handed their bags to one of the flight attendants, and they could see the pilots in the cockpit of the jet readying everything for the long flight. Once Elsa saw the two attendants disappear into the cabin of the jet, she freed her hand from Honeymaren’s and quickly placed it at the small of the brunette’s back. She felt Honeymaren tense for a quick moment under her touch, and Elsa grinned when Honeymaren’s eyes met her own.
“You know,” Elsa started, tracing her finger down Honeymaren’s back until she reached the waistline of her jeans. They were very form-fitting, and Elsa let herself believe that Maren purposely wore them for her. She hooked her index finger through one of the belt loops and pulled Honeymaren against her, and she wasn’t shy at all about making sure Honeymaren’s ass pressed tightly against her hips.
Oh, she is not teasing me right now! Honeymaren nearly groaned in frustration, and she almost regretted wearing these jeans today. Almost.
“I’ve done a lot of…things…in a lot of places, but joining the mile-high club is something I haven’t done yet.”
“Oh my god, you literally can’t keep it in your pants when you’re with me anymore,” Honeymaren shot back, giving Elsa a challenging smirk as she turned herself around in the blonde’s arms. She attempted to push Elsa away in jest, but the blonde held her firmly by the waist.
“What…it’s not my fault you’re so hot. And you’re so eager too. I could-,”
Maren shut her up with a light kiss, and she successfully managed to step back from Elsa when she pulled her lips away from Elsa’s.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself…I wouldn’t want you to say something now that you’ll regret later when we’re in our hotel room.”
Elsa opened her mouth to quip right back at Honeymaren, but she decided against it and settled on keeping a smirk plastered on her lips instead. She nodded toward the jet, and Honeymaren got the hint. She walked slowly up the steps toward the jet’s cabin, purposely swaying her hips just a bit more than normal. Elsa wasn’t shy about how her eyes fixed on Honeymaren’s body, the blonde’s gaze never leaving Honeymaren’s ass as she followed shortly after. She nearly shook her head in disbelief as she followed the brunette. What this girl does to me.
It had been around two in the afternoon when they landed in Vancouver, and they had gone to the Hyatt Regency downtown to drop their bags off before grabbing a quick meal at the restaurant in the hotel. Given the time difference, a couple days spent three hours behind wasn’t nearly enough time to get used to the jet lag, and both women had been hungry to all ends by the time they had gotten to their room.
Now, it was just nearing five o’clock, and when Elsa had suggested they go for a walk by the Vancouver Harbor, Honeymaren had eagerly accepted. She figured tonight they would both be asleep early by west coast standards, so she wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to just relax with Elsa.
There was a trail that led all the way around the inlet that jutted into the harbor, and while they definitely wouldn’t walk the whole thing, Honeymaren knew she would take in the absolutely stunning scenery around her. The mountains lining the horizon across the harbor were like a painting, their silhouettes melted together, and their snow-covered peaks cut through the clouds. It was a stark contrast to the skyscrapers of New York, but she thought both settings were equally beautiful in their own unique ways.
“So, what exactly is this meeting for?” Maren asked. They were about halfway into the west side of the trail, and their walking pace slowed as they spoke considering they had been in a comfortable silence beforehand.
“This is still about that contract he sent me at the beginning of the month. I told you how he wanted to cut our share to twelve percent and how I wasn’t having any of that. We clearly couldn’t come to an agreement over email or phone, so, here we are,” Elsa answered, giving a wave of her hand to the city that stood behind them.
“Do you really think you can get him to keep it at thirty-three?”
Elsa shook her head as she smiled to Honeymaren, taking in the way the sun’s rays filtered through the trees overhead, casting perfect shadows and lighting across Honeymaren’s face. One of her eyes caught the sun, and Elsa found herself completely engrossed in admiring the golden hue of Honeymaren’s eye as it reflected the sun. God, she really thought she was in love.
“I don’t think he’ll go that high again,” Elsa finally managed to reply, but she noticed how Honeymaren looked back at her with a similar gaze of longing and admiration. “But I know I can get him to settle in the twenties. We’ve consistently dug his company out of holes even from the time my dad ran the company and we helped him score massive deals, so it’s only fair,” she added with a smug grin.
Honeymaren nodded and offered a smile in return; she enjoyed Elsa’s confidence with things like this. But her hazel eyes held a certain softness to them as she looked at Elsa, almost as if, in this moment, she was falling for Elsa all over again. Honeymaren knew there was still so much about Elsa she didn’t know, but at this point, she couldn’t deny that Elsa was definitely invested in their relationship. She didn’t regret her feelings for Elsa, but she realized that she would need to continue to keep up her walls around her heart for a little while longer.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” Elsa said.
“I remember you saying that you had never been someone who was good with relationships…but you were with Belle for so long.” God, she hated that she was bringing this up, but it had been nagging at the back of her mind ever since Sunday night after that talk. While Elsa had been straightforward with her about what she wanted out of the sexual part of their relationship, Honeymaren was still trying to dig into the blonde’s emotional past. She told herself that once this conversation was over, she wouldn’t bring up Belle again. That would probably turn out to be a lie, but Honeymaren could at least try to convince herself otherwise. “I feel like a typical jealous girlfriend asking this but…did you love her?”
Elsa visibly tensed at the question, which caused Honeymaren to instantly regret asking. In fact, she was almost afraid of what Elsa’s answer would be.
“I’m sorry,” Maren said. “If you don’t want to-,”
“No, it’s okay. But I wouldn’t say that what I had with Belle was love. We never really went on dates, and we were never public about anything. I told you before that we did, uh, some pretty fucked up things to each other…that I’m not proud of either.”
She was avoiding the actual question.
“Yeah but…three years? Elsa, even you know deep down that that’s not just a light, friends with benefits thing.”
Elsa sighed out softly as she took one of Honeymaren’s hands between her own. She worried at her bottom lip for a moment. “I think…maybe I did.” Honeymaren felt her heart sink at the admission, but Elsa continued before she could interject with anything. “But I wasn’t in love with her. I think it was more of me just…entertaining the idea that that’s what love was for me. She was just the most consistent person I kept in my life like that. She gave me three years of something. I don’t think it was love though. I don’t even think I know what that is.”
The way Elsa’s tone dropped and the way her blue eyes focused to something over Honeymaren’s shoulder, her entire demeanor shifting to one that was cold and standoffish, it broke Honeymaren’s heart. She felt guilty for bringing it up to Elsa, but part of her had been hoping for an answer like that. She wasn’t sure why, and she felt selfish for it, but she needed that reassurance that Elsa really had never been in love before. It was something she hoped would be a first for both of them…together.
“Do you think she loved you?”
Christ, why was she doing this right now? Honeymaren knew it was ridiculous, but she wanted to be the first person Elsa might truly love, because she knew Elsa was that person for her.
“What are you trying to get out of me?” Elsa’s tone softened despite the way she clenched her jaw every couple seconds, but the question was filled with purpose.
Honeymaren couldn’t help the grin that pricked at the corner of her mouth. “Just digging out more of those skeletons in your closet I guess,” she answered, lightly poking at Elsa’s abdomen with her index fingers.
That got a light, huffed laughed out of the blonde, and Elsa glanced to the ground for a split second as she nodded. “Fair enough. I think…there might have been a point when she did. The only thing that really kept us coming back to each other though, was the sex. It was like…she had been the only person who brought out that side of me. I think some of the things we did together, did to each other…it took a lot of trust, and that could have been mistaken for love. Maren, I don’t want you to think for a second that what I had with Belle was true love or whatever. We weren’t…we weren’t good for each other, and I think we recognized that to a certain degree. So even if we thought we loved each other at one point or another, we would just end up reminding each other why we didn’t.”
A brief silence settled between them as they turned on the walking path to head back to the hotel, which was only a few blocks down from the harbor, and the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon. Elsa took one of Honeymaren’s hands in her own now, and she laced their fingers together. She wished that she never had to let go.
“Are you…nervous? About something like that happening with us?” Elsa asked. Now it was Honeymaren’s turn to give her some answers.
“No,” Maren said quickly and with certainty in her voice. “But I think we need to talk about it more. The things you’re into, that is. I’m just as clueless with that stuff as you and Belle probably were when you first met, so in a way, I guess we need to go back to square one with each other. I know I trust you, and I feel more comfortable with you…obviously.” She gave Elsa a playful wink and nudged the blonde with her hip. She wanted to keep the tone of the conversation as light as possible.
“But,” she continued, not allowing her train of thought to derail, “I think you’re afraid of emotional commitment, and there’s a part of me that feels the same way about that too. I know you said you really want to make this work and have something real. I do think we’re building that…really, I believe that.”
Honeymaren wasn’t sure how she wanted to approach her next topic. She didn’t want to throw Elsa into a position she might not be ready for or sound like she was giving Elsa some sort of ultimatum, but she also knew that she had Elsa in a state where her guard was lowered a bit. Honeymaren figured she might as well just go for it. No frills, no ‘if-then’ kind of statement. And, it might shape up to be a way for Honeymaren to gauge where Elsa was at with her feelings.
“I gave more thought to your suggestion last Sunday…about reporting it…”
Honeymaren trailed off as they walked into the lobby of the hotel, but she could feel Elsa’s eyes practically singing through her skin. Elsa pressed the button in the elevator for the twentieth floor, and she waited until the doors closed before she shifted so she was facing the brunette.
“Really?”
While her blue eyes burned with an intense focus, Elsa’s voice held a somewhat surprised, hopeful tone. The elevator opened, and they walked down to the far end of the hallway to their suite. Elsa kept their hands joined as she unlocked the door, and once they were in the room she let out a relieved breath, almost as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Although, she wasn’t sure why, since the decision had fallen on Honeymaren.
“Yeah,” Maren answered, and she felt her knees physically grow weak when she saw the genuine smile on Elsa’s face. She had to take the blonde’s other hand in her own for the extra support, and Elsa’s smile only seemed to grow brighter at the extra contact. “I know there’s a lot of specifics surrounding it, but this just feels like the right thing to do. I would have said yes sooner, but I think I was just shocked that you…you felt so strongly about it.”
Elsa nodded, and damn it if she kept looking at Honeymaren with that dopey grin and those charming, capturing blue eyes, Honeymaren thought she might just confess her love for Elsa right then and there.
“Of course, there’s a lot…a lot…that would have to go into this. But I want to do this with you, Maren, because I can’t stand that he’s still out there living his life after what he did to you, and I want to see him suffer for it.”
God, I love you, was what Honeymaren wanted to say in that moment. But she knew that would be putting Elsa on the spot, and that would be incredibly unfair of her to do something like that.
“Would you want to talk about it when we get back to New York? I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
It took a moment for Honeymaren to answer as she watched Elsa grab a pair of pajama pants and a plain gray shirt from her travel bag. Elsa stood in the entrance to the bathroom of their room, and after an expectant look, Honeymaren got the hint.
“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea,” Maren finally said. She followed Elsa into the bathroom, which earned a knowing grin from the blonde, and Honeymaren just rolled her eyes playfully at that.
“Also, I’m not going to assume anything here, but do you want to shower with me?” Elsa asked. A grin remained on her lips as she set her pajama pants on the bathroom counter. She was positive Honeymaren wouldn’t say no, but she also knew that asking if Honeymaren wanted to do certain things had to be a normal part of their relationship.
Honeymaren felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, and she took a step closer to Elsa, closing the short distance between them as she pressed a soft kiss to Elsa’s lips. She loved this. She loved how she was able to be open about this kind of stuff with Elsa now. Sure, she still had her reservations, still had her limits for the time being. But she was extending those limits, slowly but surely, she knew she would get to that point where she would be able to take that next step with Elsa.
*The next day*
Honeymaren cursed time zone differences as her alarm rang. She and Elsa had fallen asleep around nine the other night, and Honeymaren still felt the exhaustion from that long flight the other day despite the fact that it was ten in the morning now.
At the thought of Elsa, Honeymaren realized that the space next to her in the bed was empty. She pouted for a moment. Maybe, she thought, she would actually wake up with Elsa by her side one of these days. She swore they did this to each other on purpose now, and she stifled a laugh when she saw the piece of paper on the bedside table.
Didn’t want to wake my sleeping beauty. I’ll be on the lobby floor for breakfast.
-Elsa
God, Elsa really did treat her like a princess. Honeymaren wondered how she could have been so lucky. She certainly felt as if she was undeniably in love with Elsa at this point. And who wouldn’t be? She knew how many girls would kill to be in her place right now. But Elsa had chosen her.
Honeymaren quickly got dressed, throwing on the simple outfit she had packed for the meeting. Her slacks and navy blouse weren’t as form fitting as what she would typically wear to her internship. But, she thought, she wasn’t trying to impress anyone at this meeting, and the last thing she wanted was an older man ogling her.
It didn’t take long for Honeymaren to spot Elsa after she walked into the hotel’s restaurant. The blonde was sitting at a booth in the far corner. In her work attire of slacks and a light grey button-down shirt, her hair brushed through and tied in her usual braid, Honeymaren thought that Elsa looked like she could belong in a Cosmopolitan or Playboy magazine. Elsa was always striking, handsome in a way, and she always looked perfect.
“Hey you,” Maren said as she approached Elsa. She noticed Elsa give her a once over before their eyes met, and Honeymaren felt a blush creep onto her cheeks.
“Good morning. You look gorgeous, as always.”
“You know you don’t always have to compliment me,” Maren joked. She sat next to Elsa in the booth, which was something the blonde took kindly to as she let Honeymaren lean into her.
“Well, maybe I like complimenting my girlfriend,” Elsa replied, shrugging her shoulders as she placed a soft kiss on Honeymaren’s cheek.
“You are relentless,” Maren said, letting out a huff. She turned her head quickly and met Elsa’s lips with her own, catching the blonde a little off guard, but she felt Elsa smile against her lips, which instantly turned into a grin when Honeymaren pulled away. “What did you order for us?”
“A bunch of stuff, it all looked so good,” Elsa replied with a short laugh. “Pancakes, waffles, some crepes…”
“How do you expect us to finish all of that?” Maren asked, playfully shoving at Elsa’s shoulder.
Elsa held her shoulder in mock hurt, getting a laugh out of Honeymaren. “Well, we can always take it back to our room for later. We have a whole kitchen in there ya know.”
“Of course, because you would book the most expensive room.”
“Oh come on. You know that when I’m with you, it’ll only be the best.”
The smile Elsa gave her was charming as always, but it was genuine and sweet. Honeymaren saw the soft blue tones in Elsa’s eyes, almost as if the blonde was trying to convey all the things she couldn’t say yet to Honeymaren.
Honeymaren would have kissed Elsa again, maybe with a little more heat this time around, but her attention was quickly captured by all the plates being set in front of her by their waiter. Elsa wasn’t lying; she really did order a ton of food. Elsa had failed to mention the French toast and fruit she had ordered as well.
“I can see why you couldn’t decide on one thing,” Maren said, a smile making its way onto her face. “All of it does look super good.”
Elsa nodded, and when Honeymaren looked over, she already had two waffles on her plate. “Like I said, we can always take things back to the room. But eat up. You’re gonna need your energy today. Trust me, a meeting with Weselton can last a long time.”
True to Elsa’s word, their meeting with Mr. Weselton did last a long time. The meeting had started at twelve forty-five, and after Weselton’s continued failed attempts to try and get Elsa to take a twelve percent share in his company, they had managed to get out of there around four thirty in the afternoon.
“So, are you happy with the outcome of that?” Maren asked. “Twenty percent is still a lot.”
They had gone for a short walk again at the inlet and stayed to watch the start of the sunset, and they were just getting back to their room.
Elsa nodded as the door shut behind her. “Yeah. I’m a bit surprised at how he managed to fight me that whole time. But, I knew he would give in at some point. My dad was basically the only person who helped him out back when he first started his company so…I feel Weselton still owes us a bigger commitment than what he was trying back there. You were great too…with helping to negotiate and all. We make a good team.”
The way Elsa looked at her now, god, Honeymaren thought her heart would beat right out of her chest. The blonde’s expression was filled with so much admiration and respect, and dare Honeymaren even think of it…love. No way, I just want to believe that, she told herself.
So Honeymaren did the only thing that was really on her mind right now because Elsa kept looking at her with that lovestruck expression – she put her arms around Elsa’s shoulders and pulled the blonde’s lips to her own in a soft kiss. But god, how intoxicating Elsa was to Honeymaren, and the moment she felt Elsa’s hands on her waist she knew she was gone.
But Elsa pulled away after a few more moments when she felt Honeymaren start moving back toward the bed. They were both breathing heavier after the kiss, and Elsa nearly hated that Honeymaren had this effect on her. Elsa could see the want in Honeymaren’s deep hazel eyes. She knew that Honeymaren wanted to be able to let herself go, to give herself to Elsa in every way she could. But Elsa knew there would be a time for that. They had to work their way up to it, and Elsa was committed to taking every step with Honeymaren.
“Wait,” Elsa said, placing her hand on Maren’s chest for a moment. And Honeymaren waited, obedient as ever; it still fascinated her how much Elsa could shift the dynamic between them with just a single word said the right way, but she loved it. Honeymaren watched Elsa go over to her travel bag, and she returned to her position in front of Honeymaren within the next moment. “Do you trust me?”
Honeymaren’s eyes were drawn to Elsa’s by the question, and even in the dark of the room, Honeymaren could still see the caution in Elsa’s eyes. Of course she trusted her. Elsa had had Honeymaren in so many situations by now where it would have been easy…so, so easy…for Elsa to take advantage of her. And yet, Elsa never did.
Honeymaren nodded. She knew what would come next, but part of her needed the reassurance that Elsa would never take anything aside from a verbal response.
“You know I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Elsa, I trust you.”
She felt Elsa’s hand on her chest again, and this time Elsa’s fingers rested over the top button of her blouse.
“May I?”
Honeymaren’s breath hitched for a moment when she felt how close they were again. Elsa was nearly pressed flush against her, and she could feel Elsa’s cool breath on her lips. She knew Elsa wouldn’t do anything until she said so, and Honeymaren took an extra second to try and form a coherent thought before she managed to respond.
“Yes.”
Honeymaren thought it shouldn’t be possible for her blouse to be unbuttoned as swiftly as it was, and she let Elsa slip it off her shoulders, the blonde’s fingertips setting Maren’s skin on fire at the slightest touch. Her bra quickly followed, and Honeymaren let out a sharp gasp when she felt Elsa’s fingers skim the side of her breasts.
“You know,” Elsa started, her hands resting at the waist of Maren’s pants, “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
Honeymaren placed her hands over Elsa’s, and the blonde looked at her with the same caution as she had when she first started this entire scene. Maren shook her head and kissed Elsa softly, silently reassuring Elsa that she wanted this…whatever this was turning into, Maren knew that Elsa would stop if anything went too far.
“I want you to keep going,” Maren said. “But I’m usually the one doing this to you…”
Elsa got the hint, and she smiled that usual, charming smile that would always have Honeymaren swooning over her. “Exactly…I think it’s about time I did something for you.”
Maren let go of Elsa’s hands, and within the next moment the cool air of the room hit her bare legs. And with another cautious look from Elsa and a soft ‘yes’ from Honeymaren, the brunette felt the soft fabric of her underwear slip down her legs. While it certainly wasn’t the first time Elsa had seen her naked, there was something about this that made Honeymaren feel even more vulnerable in front of Elsa than she had ever been. Despite Elsa saying she wanted to do something for Honeymaren, the brunette still felt the power dynamic between them. With Elsa still fully clothed, it was as if Maren was just there for the blonde to use. And there was something in Maren that loved that feeling, craved it, even.
Elsa loved everything about this too. The way Honeymaren would just let her do as she pleased. Well, it wasn’t that Honeymaren let her…she wanted her to. And even though some dark part of her enjoyed taking what she wanted, when she wanted it, Elsa knew she needed to ease Maren into that. There was a time and place for that, but it wasn’t now.
Elsa held up her hand so Honeymaren could see the tie she had been holding. “Do you want this over your eyes before or after you lie down on the bed for me?”
A shiver instantly went down Maren’s spine, and she felt the goosebumps on her skin as she glanced from the tie back to Elsa’s eyes, darkened by lust and arousal, but she knew Elsa would listen to her.
“After, please,” Maren answered, her voice quiet because she knew if she spoke any louder her voice would shake, and she didn’t want Elsa to get any indication that she might not want this.
Elsa nodded, and after one expectant look from the blonde, Honeymaren stepped back until she felt the edge of the bed hit her legs. She moved slowly, making sure to never break eye contact with Elsa as she lowered herself onto the bed. She knew Elsa was trying so hard. She knew that all Elsa really wanted to do was take her right there. Elsa could. But Honeymaren knew she wouldn’t.
Maren kept herself propped up by her elbows, and she let Elsa look at her. She loved how Elsa’s eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her and god knew what Elsa was thinking about doing to her right now.
Elsa sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes still burning with intensity and desire. “Do you trust me?” she asked for the second time tonight.
“Yes.”
Within the next moment after Honeymaren said the word, Elsa had her eyes blindfolded and had swiftly knotted the tie behind her head so it wouldn’t fall.
“You can touch me,” Elsa said softly, her breath ghosting over Honeymaren’s skin as she pressed a kiss to Maren’s cheek. The brunette’s arms were around her shoulders once the words were out of her mouth, and Honeymaren pulled Elsa on top of her. “I’m trusting you not to take the tie off.”
“I won’t.”
“Good girl.”
And then Elsa’s lips were on Honeymaren’s, but only for a moment, something that Maren protested with a small whine. Elsa grinned at that.
“Remember, you can tell me to stop at any point, and I will,” Elsa said, pressing her lips to Honeymaren’s for another short kiss.
Maren nodded, and against her better judgement she pulled Elsa’s lips to her own again, putting more heat behind the kiss, wishing she could feel Elsa’s lips on hers forever. She felt Elsa smile against her lips before she pulled away.
“Patience,” Elsa whispered, and this time she kissed the corner of Honeymaren’s mouth. “Do you know how good you make me feel?”
Elsa placed a kiss against Maren’s jaw, and the brunette sighed out softly, knowing that Elsa didn’t need an answer.
“Do you know how much I want you?”
A kiss at the base of Maren’s neck. Elsa pinched the skin between her teeth, earning a sharp gasp from Honeymaren, the brunette’s nails digging into her shoulders for a short moment. Elsa nearly moaned herself at the feeling of Honeymaren’s body beneath her.
“The things I want to do to you…”
Elsa shifted, and then Honeymaren felt the blonde’s lips between her breasts. She let a soft moan escape her, arching her back against Elsa’s lips, craving more. Needing more.
She spread her legs for Elsa when the blonde’s lips pressed against her stomach, and she could feel herself dripping with arousal. God, what she does to me. Elsa was barely even touching her and she was already soaking wet, and Elsa knew exactly what she was doing to get Honeymaren wound up. Honeymaren had no idea how much longer she would last before she came altogether.
She wove her hand through Elsa’s hair when she felt the blonde’s lips against her inner thigh. Part of her considered telling Elsa to stop, but a bigger part of her needed this. Wanted this. She wanted Elsa to have every part of her, wanted Elsa to make her moan and cry out in pleasure. Elsa bit against her thigh, harder than she had done to her neck.
“Ah…Elsa! Please…” Maren whined out.
As much as Elsa wanted to make Honeymaren beg for it, she figured that could happen at a different time. Elsa knew she would have Honeymaren on her knees for her later whether the brunette wanted to or not, but right now, all Elsa could think about was how Maren would sound moaning her name, how she would look as she came. Elsa had asked Honeymaren for her body tonight so she could do as she pleased, and so Honeymaren knew that she would never take advantage of her trust. Elsa knew how easy it would be for her now – she could feel how hard she was, how much she needed that release just as much as Honeymaren did. But she wouldn’t let her mind go there.
Maren’s breath hitched when she felt Elsa’s cool breath against her hot, wet center. She wanted this so badly. And to think something like this would have scared Honeymaren just a couple weeks ago. Now she needed it – Elsa’s voice, her kiss, her touch, all of it. Whatever Elsa wanted to do to her, whatever Elsa asked of her, Honeymaren would gladly obey, gladly let Elsa have her way with her if that’s what she wanted.
Elsa started slow, resting her hands on Honeymaren’s thighs as she ran her tongue along Maren’s slick folds.
“Elsa…” Maren moaned. She thought she would cum just from that, just from one stroke of Elsa’s tongue against her.
Hearing her name from Honeymaren’s lips like that was all Elsa needed, and she lost herself in Maren’s warmth, her scent, her taste. She could feel Honeymaren tense and shake against her lips, and she knew she already had Maren close to the edge. Elsa had asked Honeymaren to trust her, and the brunette had done just that, lying down and spreading her legs for Elsa so easily…but willingly.
Elsa dug her nails into Maren’s thighs, and she grinned against the brunette when she heard the high-pitched whine that escaped Honeymaren’s lips. Elsa ran her tongue along Maren’s entrance, and she felt Honeymaren buck her hips in response. She kept her tongue against Maren’s folds, wanting to taste as much of her arousal as she could before she moved her tongue to Maren’s clit. She didn’t waste any time, flicking her tongue over Maren’s most sensitive spot, which earned a sharp gasp followed by a drawn-out moan.
“Fuck, Elsa!” Maren gripped at Elsa’s hair while her other hand dug a fist into the sheets.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” Elsa asked, pulling away just slightly so she could catch her breath.
“Yes, Elsa, please…Elsa, I-I need this. I need you,” Maren panted, begged almost. She could feel the pleasure building in her. God, what Elsa had done to her. Never in her life had she ever imagined she would be desperate for someone to make her cum. But she was so close, and she knew Elsa wanted this for her too.
Elsa drank in the sight of Honeymaren for an extra moment – blindfolded and completely naked, breasts rising and falling with each labored breath, legs spread, and her heated center dripping with arousal. And it was all for Elsa. Only for Elsa.
Elsa continued, her tongue and lips moving against Honeymaren faster now, drawing louder whines and moans of pleasure from the brunette. Elsa dragged her tongue along the length of Maren’s folds before she drew slow circles around Maren’s clit, pushing her even closer to her climax.
“Elsa, please…I’m so close, Elsa…” Maren moaned out, arching her back and tugging at Elsa’s hair, trying to find any more contact she could get.
Elsa had learned so quickly tonight what wound Honeymaren up the most, what made a new jolt of arousal go to Maren’s core every time. Elsa shifted her tongue back to Honeymaren’s slit, using her fingers now to press and circle Maren’s clit, harder and rougher this time. By the sharp cry of pleasure and the way Maren’s hips bucked against her mouth, Elsa knew Honeymaren was almost there. She parted Maren’s folds, and the moment she teased Maren’s entrance with the tip of her tongue, she felt Honeymaren’s legs lock around her shoulders, heels digging into her back as she hit her high.
“Elsa!” Maren nearly screamed. She felt like fireworks were going off inside her, and she kept moaning Elsa’s name as if that was the only word she knew how to say. Because right now, it was. The only thing filling her mind was Elsa. Her hips rocked against Elsa’s mouth with every shudder that ran through her body, and Elsa rubbed her clit slowly now, helping her ride out her orgasm.
When Honeymaren managed to start catching her breath, coming down from her peak, she was keenly aware of Elsa’s body on top of her own. Within the next moment, the blindfold had been pulled off her, and she was met with Elsa’s deep blue eyes. She could see the lust and want burning in Elsa’s expression, and the blonde’s lips glistened, slick with her arousal. Elsa kissed Maren hard, letting her taste herself. It was hot, and dammit Honeymaren hated it that she had to pull away from the kiss so quickly, but her breathing was still heavy.
“How did that feel?” Elsa asked, her voice quiet as she kept her lips just an inch from Honeymaren’s.
“God, Elsa, that was…I don’t even know. It was like nothing I’ve felt before,” Maren breathed out, pulling Elsa down for another short kiss. “And I’m pretty sure the entire hotel heard me.”
Elsa grinned at that. “I’ve always wanted to know how you would sound screaming my name. It was even better than I thought.” She took one of Maren’s hands in her own, and she laced their fingers together, something that brought a smile to Honeymaren’s face. “Getting you off, hearing you as you came, knowing I made you feel that good…you have no idea what that did to me.”
Elsa rolled onto her back next to Honeymaren, and Honeymaren instinctively pressed herself against the blonde, draping her arm across Elsa’s midsection.
“And what did it do to you?” Maren asked, looking at Elsa with soft eyes, and she pulled the sheets over them as she felt the chill of the room against her bare skin.
“I felt like I…” Realized that I am undeniably in love with you, was what Elsa wanted to say. But she stopped herself. “Like I’m truly yours,” was what she settled on. “I’m so used to just doing these things without any strings attached. But you…with you it’s not just physical. You make me feel, and I want more of that.”
Honeymaren was a bit shocked at Elsa’s admission. I love you, she said to herself, because she knew Elsa wasn’t ready to hear anything like that. But, Honeymaren figured, this was likely Elsa’s way of telling her that she felt the same, and it meant everything to her.
“You always made me feel,” Maren started. “From the first night you took me out, something told me that things with you would work out. I’m yours too, Elsa. And god, after tonight…what you did to me… I mean, I haven’t even let anyone touch me since…well-,”
Elsa hummed softly as she wrapped her arms around Honeymaren. “Don’t let yourself give any thought to that right now,” she said, cutting Honeymaren off before the brunette could finish her sentence. “Trust me, there will be plenty of time for that later.”
Honeymaren nodded against Elsa’s shoulder, breathing in Elsa’s scent – cool, fresh, and calming. “Promise I’ll actually wake up next to you tomorrow?”
They shared a soft laugh together, and Elsa slowly freed herself from Honeymaren’s arms as she got out of the bed. She went to her bag and at Maren’s puzzled expression, she held up her pajama pants. She changed quickly, leaving her slacks and button-down in a piled mess on the floor, but she didn’t care. She was in the bed and settled next to Honeymaren again within moments, and she smiled when she rested her head back on the pillow.
“I guess we’re both due for waking up with each other,” Elsa said quietly. “But I promise, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Honeymaren could hear the genuine tone of Elsa’s voice, and she turned over on her side, her eyes heavy and body exhausted. After that kind of orgasm, who wouldn’t be, she thought. She smiled when she felt Elsa’s arm over her waist, the blonde’s chest against her back. She fell asleep quickly. Safe. And in love as ever.