Threads of Summer: X’s and O’s
I was imagining what a possible future date between Elsa and Anna would be like in the Threads of Summer universe, and this is what I came up with...
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to go beyond the line.”
“There’s nothing that says I can’t.”
“Well, the line’s there for a reason, Elsa.”
“Oh, don’t’ get so uptight, now. Besides, it’s more like a suggestion.”
“It’s called a foul line.”
Elsa tucked the bowling ball against her chest, ignoring Anna’s glare as she shuffled her way up to the nearest arrows on the lane. Standing with legs firmly apart, she dangled the ball with both arms between her legs, holding it low to the ground. At a mere eight pounds, the bowling ball was still too heavy for her, and she barely managed any momentum before it slipped from her fingers and slowly bobbled its way down the lane.
The ball was still inching its way down, veering toward the gutter, when Anna grabbed another from the ball return rack and came up behind Elsa.
“I don’t understand,” Elsa whined, with a slight stomp of her foot. “I was so much closer this time.”
“You were cheating.”
“And you weren’t?” She pointed up at the monitor above. Anna’s scoresheet was practically a homage to the letter X. They were already on the fifth frame, and Elsa hadn’t knocked down a single pin. She had, however, accrued a sizeable collection of O’s.
“Here ya go,” Anna muttered, practically shoving the ball at Elsa with one arm, and Elsa groaned as the weight pushed a little too heavily against her chest, nearly crushing the breath out of her.
“God, this thing is heavy. What are you? An amazon?” Elsa grumbled. Anna’s freakish strength had not escaped her attention. Tall and slender as she was, Anna hardly seemed like the athletic type. She spent more time in front of a television working the remote control than she ever did working out at the gym. She does work on a farm all day long, though.
“Well, you’re a walking toothpick,” Anna snarked back, but a small smile was hooked at the corners of her lips. Anna leaned in closer, pressing a hand on Elsa’s hip. Her face was nearly tucked along the curve of Elsa’s long neck as she exhaled a little more pronounced than usual, her warm breath teasing Elsa’s sensitive ears.
“Lemme show you how you’re supposed to do it.” Anna feathered her fingers along the inch of bare skin exposed just above Elsa’s low rise jeans, inciting a soft gasp. Then, sliding her other hand down Elsa’s arm, she gently coaxed her body into the correct posture, her hand firmly cupped under Elsa’s, helping her steady against the weight of the ball.
Curling her fingers and gripping tighter at her hip, Anna resisted nuzzling her neck, instead she breathed her in. One deep breath and her senses were filled with her.
“Lead with your right foot,” Anna instructed, her voice thick and aroused. Elsa stood frozen, dumbstruck over the tingling ripple in her body that was ignited by Anna’s hot breath. She must have been unresponsive for too long, because Anna nudged her forward.
“Pull your arm back with the ball.” Anna’s hand was still cupped over Elsa’s, and although they were a bit rough, the way her fingers caressed over hers was electrifying. At that point her mind drew a complete blank. Elsa was only vaguely aware of her cousin’s instruction, responding mindlessly to every nudge and positioning. It was only after Anna whispered hotly in her ear once more, that she nearly imploded.
“Now, release.” It was more breath than words, but it raised the hairs on her neck, and had her body responding in a way that was rather unexpected.
“Release?” She whimpered back.
“Let go,” the breathy whisper replied.
Elsa released the ball, but she was too distracted by the clenching in her chest to care to see how it had landed. She turned her neck and stared into Anna’s eyes, and a small ache teased its way down her belly.
Bowling, she mused as the distant sound of clanking pins resonated in her ears. Who knew it could be so hot?