[ as if pulled by a magnet, elsa leans forward and kisses him; it's short and sweet because she doesn't want to get into it here, of all places. for someone so cold, it is surprisingly warm.
she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against his, lips still puckered until she licks them again. ]
My pleasure, [ comes her delayed response as she opens her eyes again. ]
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she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against his, lips still puckered until she licks them again. ]
My pleasure, [ comes her delayed response as she opens her eyes again. ]