#also i bought a tub of heavy cream and i’ve been slowly but surely working my way through it

[punkpoemprose]

December 5th- Like Other Girls Do

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: M (Mature, but no sex yet)

Length: 2287 Words

An extension of the “Is This Seat Taken” Universe I wrote a while back (Oh my God it was 2015!). This had to be broken into two separate pieces because it was becoming excessively long! So here we are Pt 1/2, strongly worded smut to follow!

Anna had never imagined that she would have planned out her “first time”. As soon as she was signed up for college, she had assumed that it would just happen some crazy night with a nice guy she met at a party or something like that. It was how it always seemed to happen on television and in the smutty novels she’d hidden under her bed in high school.

She’d been close with a freshman year boyfriend who had hardly been a boyfriend in any way that counted. He’d been interested in her for her name, had taken her out once or twice and had never kissed her, but had tried once or twice to get her into his bed. When she’d smartened up and left him, she’d tried to go on the rebound but had found it much easier to sit in her apartment with a container of chocolate ice-cream and a marathon of 90’s cartoons.

It had barely been a blink and she was in her senior year and with all her exams and the advent of boxed wine, her tub, and a waterproof battery powered boyfriend being a viable option, she hadn’t really given cherry popping much thought. Yet, she was on the bus back home with a man at her side that she hadn’t sought out in the slightest and they were both boiling over with a sort of nervous excitement.

He’d just finished work, she’d just finished her last final, and now a month into dating and dancing around the will they or won’t they, he’d anxiously and a bit sweetly asked and planned out a night for them to get to know one another in the biblical sense. He’d wanted to take her out to dinner, but she’d insisted on the takeout she was holding. Sitting through a meal with the anticipation of what they were going to do would ruin her appetite, she’d warned him, and she’d wanted her favorite Chinese as a reward for finishing out her schoolwork anyway. He’d offered to pick her up from school, but she’d wanted to take the bus, it was after all where they’d met in the first place, and it kept them from being alone in awkward silence. The hustle and bustle of others around them on the commute was enough to keep her from focusing on her own nervousness. Or at least she’d thought that it would be.

They’d decided that they’d do it at her apartment and she’d cleaned meticulously despite him having spent the night there on several occasions in the past. She’d washed the sheets and folded hospital corners into her bed. She’d bought herself her first set of lingerie that was meant to be sexy and was wearing it beneath her sun dress, hoping that it was the right thing to do to surprise him. It was what the girls did in the other, more adult, romance novels that she was now hiding under her bed.

She’d bought wine and she’d bought condoms and she’d counted the steps between her bed and her bathroom. She’d bought a copy of Cosmo, she’d thrown out the copy of Cosmo, she’d been too embarrassed to check out the copy of the Kama Sutra from the library and she’d overthought every single way in which the event could go down. She’d done her research, started birth control, cried a lot from both the research and the birth control and now with tonight being the night, meticulously planned and thought out, she felt like she was going to be sick.

Another crowd loaded onto the bus and Anna looked down at her feet. She knew she had no business being as nervous as she was after four years of it being anything but a big deal, and yet she was anxious. She’d always been of the mentality that it would “happen when it happened” and now she was planning and counting down seconds and wondering when exactly she’d lost her nonchalance. Her leg was bouncing, and she was stricken by curiosity as to why her younger self hadn’t worried more about the act.

She felt his arm wrap around her shoulder gently. He was warm and solid at her side, pulling her tight to him as strangers took seats at their sides.

“Cold?” he asked, and she realized that she was shaking more than she’d thought. The May heat had been unseasonably sweltering, but with the sun having gone down, the thin fabric of her sundress, and the air conditioning of the bus she was feeling a bit chilly.

She nodded. It was the easier answer, and it was at least partially true. Of course, she was almost entirely certain that he knew there was more to it than that, but he was pulling her closer against him and taking off his denim jacket to rest it over her shoulders.

She didn’t know quite why she was tearing up, but she ducked her head back down and snuggled into his jacket, feeling overwhelmed. She could feel his hand running up and down her arm gently through the fabric and she closed her eyes and focused on it. The noise around her settled into a hum and she allowed herself to be comforted by the way he pressed his lips to her hair as they rode along.

Kristoff, for all his nervousness and gentlemanly nature, had never shied away from tasteful public displays of his affection for her. Anna appreciated it, particularly now that she needed it. Despite the source of her nervousness being attached to him, and what they’d be doing soon, she found that his warmth and affection was just as comforting as it always was. He always knew just how to help her, and even from their first meeting, he always had.

When the bus stopped, he picked up their takeout and lead her from the bus with his hand in hers. The air outside was less chill, but Anna felt comfortable still wearing his jacket. Now that they were just minutes away from being in her apartment, she found her nervousness fading to the background somewhat. For all her concerns, she was with Kristoff, and if she’d learned anything in the past months, it was that everything was okay when she was at his side.

“You know we don’t have to do anything,” he whispered as they entered her building’s elevator together.

It sent a pleasant chill down her spine to hear him address it. His voice was low and husky and while she knew that he meant what he was saying, she could also tell that he was looking forward getting her into bed. That alone was enough to get her feeling a bit warm.

The lobby had been quiet, and she hadn’t seen many lights on as they’d approached the building. It was too early for everyone to be in bed and so she determined that most of her neighbors were enjoying a nice evening out. She wouldn’t complain about the matter given that someone hearing them through the walls or floor had been one of the concerns she’d spent hours overthinking.

“I want to,” she said in response, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, “It’s just that… you know I’ve never…”

He nodded, “And you know I haven’t either.”

She nodded. It was uncharted territory for them both. The furthest they’d gone before had been a bit of heavy petting that had made her feel like a teenager again and had left her wanting more. She couldn’t help but to wonder what exactly he had in mind for the evening given that she’d worried about everything else.

The elevator dinged when they reached her floor and he gestured to let her out first. Her apartment was the furthest from the elevator and she felt as if the hallway was endless as she walked toward her door. He was close behind her as they made their way, and she was careful to keep his jacket from falling off her shoulder as she dug into the pockets of her dress for her keys.

When the door was finally within reach, she fumbled a bit with the lock, but managed to open it and enter her home. It had been meticulously cleaned and it still smelled like lemon cleaner, which hit her when she opened the door. It was partially because of what he was coming over to do, and partially because she liked to clean to avoid studying. She’d managed to hack her sense of accomplishment by counting a clean house as something just as positive as a book chapter read. It had done little for her education, but quite a lot for her mental health.

She heard the door close behind them and she toed off her shoes slowly as he removed his and brought the food to the kitchen table. Her apartment was small, and as such there weren’t a lot of places, she could hide to recompose herself. He could clearly see her nervousness as she hung his jacket up, and she could feel his eyes on her.

His arms were around her again. He held her tight, but not restrictively, around her waist and she sighed when he leaned down to press his forehead into hers.

“I know I just said it, so I won’t again. I want you to be comfortable, okay? Nothing you don’t want.”

Anna closed her eyes and sighed. She hated her lack of confidence when she was usually the one taking the lead. It was just that she didn’t like the sense of not knowing what she was doing at all. Normally she had enough of a sense of the things that she was getting into with him that she felt at least somewhat comfortable, but now there was no amount of reading and research that made her feel ready for a practical application.

“Kris, can we just… sit on the couch and see where it goes? I’m sorry. I thought I’d be ready, but I’m not sure.”

He didn’t respond, but she felt herself being swept up into his arms and when they reached her couch, he set her down carefully before sitting at her side. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she could feel his smile against her skin. He was close to her side, but she knew that he wasn’t going to get any closer until she did. He’d always been good about barriers, always apologizing if he thought for even a moment that he’d overstepped a boundary and always going out of his way in every context to make sure she felt comfortable.

The way he behaved when it came to her comfort was one of the many reasons why she’d wanted to become intimate with him in the first place and was certainly what had lead her to want to take things to a new level.

She swung her legs up onto his lap, a pretense which was more for her benefit than for his when it came to taking things slow as she’d just asked. She knew that she’d be in his lap entirely within moments but nudging her legs onto him first felt like a good place to start.

Kristoff’s hand went to her legs and, still leaned in, he shifted from her cheek to the edge of her jaw, kissing slowly down to her chin and then back up until his lips met hers fully. His hand was running up and down the tops of her legs slowly, always staying below her hemline, but teasing at the skin that was just at the line.

She kissed him back and leaned into it, feeling so much more comfortable in the charted waters of a couch make out session that she was emboldened by his affections. Her thighs spread apart, and she shifted herself, as expected, into his lap, her legs on either side of his. His hand moved north, but not dramatically so such that his hands were gripping her hips as she was moving her body closer to his.

The moments where she had to break their kiss to move felt like a travesty, and she was quick to recapture his lips each time. She liked to kiss him, especially when she was the one leading and deepening their contact. She enjoyed his allowing her to be in charge and when she bucked her hips forward against him, she swallowed the groan that left his lips.

All the articles she’d read and mental checklists she’d written escaped her when she felt his hands grip her hips more tightly than he had before and when she’d felt him pressing into her through her panties. Her skirt was already hiked up around her, fabric shoved to the spaces between them that she could stomach to have space between. She couldn’t think of how to move, so she pivoted her hips on instinct, kissing him as she did so until she could no longer differentiate between his panting and her moaning.

His hands were under her skirt and her lips were on his neck by the time she had the good sense to realize that her fears had been abolished and her confidence had been built back up to acceptable levels.

“Could we maybe take this to my bedroom now?” She asked, panting against his hot skin, lips tasting like sweat and feeling swollen.

“Oh God yes!” Was his response as he stood and carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist toward her bedroom door.

She could only smile into his neck in response, feeling for the first time in the day that she had nothing to worry about.

#kristanna advent 2018 #kristanna #modern au #smut to come #I wrote this one in halves #The second half will go up tomorrow #I am very behind #Someone remind me to go for lower word counts #Please