it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

[flightsuit]

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents TOPLESS PARTY

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[snedronningen]

Ha-- [ That is louder-- and maybe it's just the fact that she got up or that she really does want revenge against Jack and Hiccup. But she's having trouble keeping it down, especially with how nicely his hips tucked and rolled into hers. ] Hans.

[ She arches her back, pushing herself into his mouth. ]

[ingoodhans]

[ Hey now, this is a nice change. Hans takes that enthusiasm and rolls his hips back down into her. He draws a sharp breath through his nose, licking up her against her but keeping his lips sealed over the nub. This encouragement is going to start something, Elsa... ]

[snedronningen]

O-oh... [ Her eyes are closed as she lets her head roll back on the pillow behind her. She's enjoying and wanting every minute-- and this is wrong. She knows it is. Both being with him, of all people-- and then at the same time refusing to date him.

Sure she'd felt desire before, and she-- 'took care' of herself, but this was overwhelming, over powering. The air was getting harder to breathe as her want grew and grew.

But even through her hazy lust and want she's got a conscious. She knows where this would be leading to and-- ]

I-- [ A murmuring moaning sigh as she gasps for air ] --I'm still not ready...

[ They could fool around like this all they wanted-- this really isn't that much different from the 'actual' act. But at the same time she knows she isn't ready for that leap and she needs to know Hans is on the same page with her. ]

[ingoodhans]

I... fuck.

[ Hans groans, gripping Elsa's waist and releasing her. He's learned his lesson from last time, so he won't roll off all the way, but he does lay his head on her stomach, taking deep breaths to slow himself down.

Now he's half hard and hazy and Elsa is going to be the death of him, because this feels anything but wrong to him. ]

Will dating me change your mind, maybe?

[snedronningen]

I-- [ She laughs. She has to laugh-- this is ridiculous and she's awful. She's a terrible person. ]

Sorry, no.

[ She grips his hair with that hand on his scalp and scratches softly ] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let it get this far.

[ She's an idiot and an asshole. Jesus-- ] I'm sorry.

[ingoodhans]

[ Really, Hans has to laugh. This is the most pathetic situation of his life and he still wants her, dammit! Nobody tells you what to do when a girl clearly wants you but says "sorry" and "I can't." Well, they do, but Hans would never force himself on her-- much less when whatever's holding her back isn't physical at all.

Now if only knowing would kill his libido and let him get out of here with his shame intact, that would be great. ]

Is there... anything I can do?

[ Cause this is pretty great otherwise; if there's donuts or chores that need doing before he can continue, he'll do them, hard-on and all. ]

[snedronningen]

[ Part of her wants to grasp him-- hold him tight while he worked his mouth against her and ground his hips into hers until she lost all coherent thought. She wants his hands on her and holding her-- to watch him lose his mind as he came again and again.


The other part of her just wants to press her face to his and say how sorry she is-- how it's her. She's always been the fragile one. So on edge and nervous and frigid. All it took was a few bad dates with guys who fucked with her sister to say "Oh, you don't put out?".

No one was getting anywhere with her, right? ]

I doubt anything I could say would make this better-- [ She's flushed red and-- god ] I- I mean I don't think I'd mind wi-- [ shitshit shit is this leading him on? Is she being awful? Why was she so selfish ] -- with our pants on. I just don't want you to --[ her eyes are closed and she takes a deep breath ]-- ruin your pants or leave... unsatisfied.

[ She blushes even brighter and she almost wishes she was kissing him so she couldn't talk or make a fool of herself anymore ]

I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense.

[ingoodhans]

[ Hans takes a deep breath. ]

You... don't want to date me. Alright, I get that.

[ Hans isn't exactly dating material, even if Elsa is, in his eyes. ]

And you... don't want us to have... actual sex, okay. I can see that.

[ But here he is, shaking and writhing and groaning because he went from "ready to go" to absolutely nothing in just a few seconds flat. It's more than a little jarring. And blueballs are not really a thing Hans has a lot of experience with. ]

Maybe I should just go? Because I know you said otherwise, but it sounds like... I should just go.

[snedronningen]

I do-- [ "don't want you to go"

Those words stop in her mouth and die like some distasteful thing on her tongue. When had she become so desperate for someone's touch?

And how was Hans able to rouse such a strong reaction?

She looks away, to where her hands have wrapped themselves together. ] Yeah.

[ Said quietly. Reluctantly. Under her breath ] That's... probably for the best.

[ Cold hearted, frigid Elsa. Never letting people in, stays locked in her room during parties, such a drag. She'll freeze your heart if you get too close. ]

I'm sorry.

[ She's such a disappointment. All expectations of perfection and yet she constantly falls short. ]

[ingoodhans]

Hey, don't feel too bad.

[ Hans rolls off of Elsa and sits up, legs hanging from the edge of the bed. He's still got a rather embarrassing tent in his pants, but if he thinks about things like rejection and his brothers and that sort of thing, it'll go away soon enough. ]

I understand I'm not the kind of guy people go steady with.

[ Which is true. He made a bed of short, meaningless relationships and fun, simple one-night stands. He'd never found a girl he could take home to his parents, who'd shut them up and stand her ground, until Elsa... well, maybe he'd gotten a little carried away with the fantasy, but she's definitely the first girl he'd had non-sexual fantasies about. If they could just go on one date, maybe she'd see... that, sure, he mostly likes her cause she's smart as well as rich and super hot, but doesn't it say something that he noticed her brains first? ]

You sure there's nothing I can do? It doesn't... I mean, we don't have to have sex. Or, well, whatever it is we were doing.

[snedronningen]

I'm --[ she drags out that "I" sound nervously ]-- I'm not sure hugs or-- anything like that will help you right now.

[ she's really fighting herself on just giving the guy a hug. :,| ]

[ingoodhans]

I'm hard, not dying. This'll go away soon enough.

[ Hans waves off her concern, laughing amicably. ]

Though I wish you'd make up your mind about whether you want to keep showing me your tits or not. I'm getting mixed signals here.

[snedronningen]

[ --OH JEEZ BRIGHTER RED-- HER SHIRT IS STILL OFF--


Oh god and she's covered in spit.

Okay it's kinda hot but then at the same time gross-- ]

Grab my shirt for me then. [ Wrapping herself up tight in those blankets til u retrieve her shirt from the ground. ]

[ingoodhans]

So I guess that's a "not."

[ Hans sighs, reaching forward to pick Elsa's shirt up off the floor. He tosses it behind him without looking-- for her sake, since she's suddenly turned prudish. ]

Let me see if I get this straight. It's not that you're not interested in me, but rather that you're not ready to take that step, is that about right?

[snedronningen]

[ She catches it-- a bit ungracefully and then slides it over her torso. As he speaks she nods along with what he's sayin--

oh he can't see her. ]

Yeah -- [ She says that quietly, drawing her legs up to her chest and pulling her arms around herself ]-- yeah, that sounds about right.

[ Here she'll lean forward herself, pressing her head into the back of his shirt ] It felt really good. [ Probably not helping matters, but really that's why she had stopped them. ]

[ingoodhans]

[ Ugh, it's really cute and really hot and yeah, more contact isn't going to help his problem, but he's not complaining. ]

And even after all that, you still won't go out on a date with me? Is it my reputation? Do I have to pass some kind of test?

[snedronningen]

[ A soft laugh and she presses her face into the back of his shirt even more ]

My reasons are entirely boring and self-involved.

[ Really, no one was interested in a sob story, right? Right. ]

[ingoodhans]

Should I get to know you, then? Is that how I'll find out?

[ Because Hans really is interested in it. He likes Elsa. She's attractive, smart, and somehow wants him to be more himself and less... pandering. So he's trying it, y'know. ]

I could tell you more about what an asshole I am, if that would make you feel better. Then you'll have more reasons to avoid me.

[snedronningen]

[ Okay, she's giving you a look straight through your ribcage, pal. ]

Like what? Trying to get with my sister to get to me?

[ REMEMBER THAT? ]

[ingoodhans]

Yep. I wasn't interested in her at all, but she seemed fun at the time.

[ Hans shrugs, like it's no big deal... Is he trying to make Elsa feel better or not? ]

See, I can come up with plenty of reasons that have nothing to do with you.

[snedronningen]

[ She just-- smiles a little bit and pushes her hand against his back a bit. Almost a shove but not quite. ]

Stop making me feel better.

[ because oh no then she'll like u and it'll be awful. ]

Would it be fine if-- if we just rewound?








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Friends.


















































Yup. ]

[ingoodhans]

"Rewound," as in...?

[ Don't say it, Elsa. Don't say it......... Hans doesn't want to believe it, not with the warmth at his back and the fact that he's run his hands all over your chest... ]

[snedronningen]

... Friends. For now.












[ ouch ]

[ingoodhans]

Ah.

[ The answer comes like a bit of a punch-- nothing serious, since they weren't actually dating but it does present... an obstacle.

An obstacle Hans can get by, but he knows how this goes. ]

You're really not interested in me, romantically and therefore sexually, at all?

[snedronningen]

No.

[ Wait--WAIT ] No- it's--

[ SCreeech-- she's pressing her face into his back more because this is really hard for her. ]

I don't know.

[ She presses her face right into his shoulderblades because that's the only place she can hide right now-- but she'll try to speak clearly enough for him to understand. ]

I-- really, really wanted you tonight. It's all I could think about when we were together and-- [ her hands tug at his shirt, she wants to run her fingers along his skin ]-- I really really want to just-- [ nervous laughter accompanied by fidgeting fingers ]-- peel this shirt off right now. And do unspeakable things to you.

[ yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyup ]




But I don't like to rush-- I just-- Today--[ Admitting all of this is going to give her a heart attack ]-- you were really good.