She deposits the lovely bouquet on a low wall because she's ready to reach out and, not taking his other hand, touch his cheek. Her fingertips are still cold, enough to feel different but not enough to startle.
They both seem to be doing a good job of reigning in their respective powers and urges, but she feels she can push herself even further and prompt him to be more of himself around her. Smiling back at Wally, she pulls him in once more to resume their kissing. While her hands are cold, her lips are surprisingly warm.
Her touch, cool as it is, is actually refreshing for Wally, very different from the number of ice-equipped supervillains he and his uncle have gone up against. Those guys just make him cold, and it slows him down in the most frustrating way he's ever felt, even with school back in session. But Elsa? She's certainly cold, but it's like the crisp cold that comes with a breath of fresh air in late autumn, reminding him that not all things need to be fast to be enjoyable.
With his other hand free, he takes the chance to rest it gently on Elsa's hip, taking her invitation for what it is but at the same time, not wanting to scare her away. He decided a long time ago, once they first started opening up to one another, that he wouldn't rush into things with her like he usually does. Her lips feel soft, and Wally already knows he wants more, but whatever happens, they'll go at her pace. He's supposed to be her bodyguard of sorts; his job is to make sure that Queen Elsa is safe and comfortable, but he doesn't see why he can't go the extra mile. So after just a moment's hesitation, Wally parts his lips against hers, carefully brushing his tongue over them.
Just wait until she gets him speed skating. She's sure he won't be complaining about ice there.
The hand on her him makes her tense up slightly, the temperature around them momentarily dropping until she finds calm once more. A part of her does want to joke about going above and beyond the duties of bodyguard, but she's far too occupied kissing. Really kissing. Her mouth opens slightly at his prompting.
The hand wrapped around his moves up his arm so she can rest it against his chest, her fingers lightly curling into his shirt.
It's impossible not to feel that change or Elsa's hesitation, and with it, he freezes, pulling his hand back just enough to give her the extra space she needs. The last thing Wally wants to do is push her into something she isn't comfortable with. With that in mind, he'll back off for now and just enjoy kissing her, mildly relieved that she's parted her lips for him. He'll gladly take advantage of that small gesture to see just how far he can push the boundaries before she gets too uncomfortable.
Her fingers curl into his shirt a little tighter, meant to be encouraging because she wants him to know that she does want this, whatever this is, as long as it's with him. It's the first time she has felt close to anyone outside of her family, someone she can put her trust in to support her or protect her if need be.
"You don't need to move your hand," she murmurs against his lips, just before she tips her head back to smile at him, to turn her wide blue eyes onto him so that he knows how sincere she is right now.
Well, if the lady insists, he'll put his hand back despite his hesitance. The feeling of her holding onto his shirt like this is... surprisingly nice, so when Elsa pulls back, he offers her a smile in return. Softly, he replies, "Sorry... I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."
"Actually, I - well, I'm the complete opposite of that right now."
Elsa has to laugh again because how long has she waited to say that to someone? Each day, she revels in her newfound friendships, relationships. It feels so good to be able to touch someone and, for once, not fear for his life. It inspires her to touch more, to be closer; even if she is tentative in her movements, she just wants him to know that she is, indeed, happy.
"Really?" For all the self-confidence he likes to project, Wally has never been the smoothest when it comes to the girls he actually likes. It's why he'd been so surprised when Elsa had actually responded to his flirting, aside from her general iciness - he liked her, but he'd never expected her to actually respond in kind, sincerely or not.
But what is Elsa, if not sincere? It puts a dumb smile on his face, and he presses closer, pushing his luck a little further to kiss her again, tongue and all, to pick right back up where they left off.
Things have grown heated and she can feel her chest and neck warm while around them, thin ice begins to spread over the bricks and stones. It's a funny contradiction, she would have to admit later on; but for now, she pulls back slightly, having anticipated it, but unsure how it might effect their little meeting. Not entirely pulling her hands away from him, they hover over his chest and she curls her fingers into loose fists.
He starts to smile again, relieved and more than happy to keep this going as long as Elsa will allow. He'll stop if she asks, of course, but until then, he'll take what she gives him. He pauses, however, when she starts to pull her hands away, confused until he sees the spread of ice on the ground around them.
He should have known.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Wally tells her, taking her hands in his own and trying to catch her eyes. "It's okay. A little frost won't hurt."
Elsa uncurls her fingers when Wally takes her hands, eyeing the nail marks in the heels of her palms. At his comforting, the frost subsides somewhat but lingers, as does the chill in the air. As eager as she is for this, this will always be the biggest setback.
She takes comfort in his reassurance, but - “It could. One day,” Elsa murmurs, wanting to pull away.
"Don't be," he says, offering Elsa a smile. He'd love nothing more than to see her relax completely, without having to worry about her power. She isn't the first to have trouble controlling something like it, and she won't be the last. He has faith that she'll learn to control it as well as anyone else, if not better than the rest, and once she does, she'll be unstoppable. "I've seen you practicing. You're getting better at controlling it every day."
“I’m better,” she insists, more to herself than to him. “I’m so much better than I was before I was coronated.”
And she wants nothing more than to be close to him in this moment, just for now while they’re the only people around for miles. He’s become a very important person to her. While she doesn’t always need an anchor to keep her grounded, he certainly helps in his own way and she wants to show him how much she care about him and how much she appreciates him being there for her.
“Could - you could still touch me,” she suggests quietly.
"You are," he insists, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "I've watched you; you're getting better at it every day." Even when the attacks come, Elsa has learned to not to panic quite the way she had before, as the runaway he'd only heard about in the news before they'd ever gotten this mission.
Smiling, Wally drops his gaze for a moment and tries not to blush. He can be as nervous as she is, sometimes, especially when it comes to being close to one another. His hand slides down her arm, eventually resting very carefully on her waist where it had been before.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in return. It would be easy for him to take the lead, but Wally doesn't want to do anything she doesn't like if he can help it. Besides, letting her take point is good for her; even though she is a queen, she so rarely pursues anything with another person besides her sister. He wants to be sure she's completely willing for whatever happens here today.
She feels even more hopeful when she hears his words of reassurance and her entire face lights up, a crooked smile on her face.
"Well..." Elsa tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering her options. The hand on her waist is an excellent start and she's a lot calmer this time around; perhaps talking it through, even a short exchange, helps her more than she thought it would.
"You can move your hands wherever you want," she invites him, deciding to place hers on his shoulders again. "Or - or run them through my hair, take my braid out."
Her braid - there's an idea. With a faint smile, Wally runs his hand over it, playing gently with the ends as he looks back at her. "I always did want to see how you looked with it down."
Leaning in to give her another, more lasting kiss, he busies his hands with carefully dismantling the braid. He doesn't want to hurt her, or pull her hair as he does this, so he moves slowly. Artemis had a lot of hair, he recalls, but it was always loose but for the one green ribbon she'd always use to hold it back. Elsa's hair was delicately handled, and the last thing he'd want is to ruin it somehow, but wasn't he the one to joke that she should let her hair down sometimes? So let it down they will, now that she's ready, and once it's all undone, the first thing Wally does is run his fingers through it as he kisses her, eager but restrained, holding back for her sake.
She looks so pretty when she smiles like that, all the more so because it's so rare outside of her sister's company. Wally can't suppress a grin, and her suggestions send a rush of warmth through his entire being.
"That," he says, moving his free hand to play gently with the ends of her hair before carefully starting to unbraid it, "I can do."
Silvery snowflakes scatter when he begins to undo her hair, fluttering to the ground before disappearing. The rest cling to the tendrils, wavy from being in the braid since this morning. The delicacy in which he moves and the slowness both take her by surprise, but pleasantly so. Not surprised enough to be distracted from their kiss of course. She returns that with gusto, lifting a hand to play with the ends of her hair, twirling a piece around her long fingers.
"Even your hair's cold," Wally comments, chuckling against her lips. He trails his fingers through her hair, brushing over hers and lingering there before refocusing on this kiss, pleasantly surprised at how eager she is to return it. It's funny, how different they are from one another and how easy this comes to him, at least, even if it's means pushing Elsa's boundaries. They're already further than he ever expected to go, seeing her hair loose for the first time, the very thought sending a rush of warmth through his body.
He has to remind himself not to get too excited, and eventually Wally pulls back to give her a proper look. Smiling, he tells her, "You look great with your hair down, you know."
"Is that a surprise?" Elsa laughs softly, finding that she quite enjoys having her hair toyed with. Maybe it's just him and how his hands feel, and the thrill that blossoms from within whenever they're intimate like this.
It's going much father than she anticipated. Elsa, with all her daintiness and sense of propriety, wants to follow how she feels instead of stamping down those emotions in order to remain as cool and collected as the world has come to perceive her.
"Maybe you'll be able to see more of that," she teases.
"Not really," Wally admits, "I just didn't think about that before."
And really, he should have. The girl created an ice castle, for crying out loud, and wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable living there. Of course it would make sense that every part of her is cold to the touch... and it definitely makes things interesting for him, too.
The comment makes him pause, looking at her curiously. There might even be a tinge of red to his cheeks when he asks, "What do you mean by that?"
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They both seem to be doing a good job of reigning in their respective powers and urges, but she feels she can push herself even further and prompt him to be more of himself around her. Smiling back at Wally, she pulls him in once more to resume their kissing. While her hands are cold, her lips are surprisingly warm.
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With his other hand free, he takes the chance to rest it gently on Elsa's hip, taking her invitation for what it is but at the same time, not wanting to scare her away. He decided a long time ago, once they first started opening up to one another, that he wouldn't rush into things with her like he usually does. Her lips feel soft, and Wally already knows he wants more, but whatever happens, they'll go at her pace. He's supposed to be her bodyguard of sorts; his job is to make sure that Queen Elsa is safe and comfortable, but he doesn't see why he can't go the extra mile. So after just a moment's hesitation, Wally parts his lips against hers, carefully brushing his tongue over them.
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The hand on her him makes her tense up slightly, the temperature around them momentarily dropping until she finds calm once more. A part of her does want to joke about going above and beyond the duties of bodyguard, but she's far too occupied kissing. Really kissing. Her mouth opens slightly at his prompting.
The hand wrapped around his moves up his arm so she can rest it against his chest, her fingers lightly curling into his shirt.
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"You don't need to move your hand," she murmurs against his lips, just before she tips her head back to smile at him, to turn her wide blue eyes onto him so that he knows how sincere she is right now.
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Elsa has to laugh again because how long has she waited to say that to someone? Each day, she revels in her newfound friendships, relationships. It feels so good to be able to touch someone and, for once, not fear for his life. It inspires her to touch more, to be closer; even if she is tentative in her movements, she just wants him to know that she is, indeed, happy.
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But what is Elsa, if not sincere? It puts a dumb smile on his face, and he presses closer, pushing his luck a little further to kiss her again, tongue and all, to pick right back up where they left off.
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Things have grown heated and she can feel her chest and neck warm while around them, thin ice begins to spread over the bricks and stones. It's a funny contradiction, she would have to admit later on; but for now, she pulls back slightly, having anticipated it, but unsure how it might effect their little meeting. Not entirely pulling her hands away from him, they hover over his chest and she curls her fingers into loose fists.
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He should have known.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Wally tells her, taking her hands in his own and trying to catch her eyes. "It's okay. A little frost won't hurt."
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She takes comfort in his reassurance, but - “It could. One day,” Elsa murmurs, wanting to pull away.
“I’m sorry. I’m just anxious.”
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And she wants nothing more than to be close to him in this moment, just for now while they’re the only people around for miles. He’s become a very important person to her. While she doesn’t always need an anchor to keep her grounded, he certainly helps in his own way and she wants to show him how much she care about him and how much she appreciates him being there for her.
“Could - you could still touch me,” she suggests quietly.
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Smiling, Wally drops his gaze for a moment and tries not to blush. He can be as nervous as she is, sometimes, especially when it comes to being close to one another. His hand slides down her arm, eventually resting very carefully on her waist where it had been before.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks in return. It would be easy for him to take the lead, but Wally doesn't want to do anything she doesn't like if he can help it. Besides, letting her take point is good for her; even though she is a queen, she so rarely pursues anything with another person besides her sister. He wants to be sure she's completely willing for whatever happens here today.
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"Well..." Elsa tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, considering her options. The hand on her waist is an excellent start and she's a lot calmer this time around; perhaps talking it through, even a short exchange, helps her more than she thought it would.
"You can move your hands wherever you want," she invites him, deciding to place hers on his shoulders again. "Or - or run them through my hair, take my braid out."
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Leaning in to give her another, more lasting kiss, he busies his hands with carefully dismantling the braid. He doesn't want to hurt her, or pull her hair as he does this, so he moves slowly. Artemis had a lot of hair, he recalls, but it was always loose but for the one green ribbon she'd always use to hold it back. Elsa's hair was delicately handled, and the last thing he'd want is to ruin it somehow, but wasn't he the one to joke that she should let her hair down sometimes? So let it down they will, now that she's ready, and once it's all undone, the first thing Wally does is run his fingers through it as he kisses her, eager but restrained, holding back for her sake.
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"That," he says, moving his free hand to play gently with the ends of her hair before carefully starting to unbraid it, "I can do."
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He has to remind himself not to get too excited, and eventually Wally pulls back to give her a proper look. Smiling, he tells her, "You look great with your hair down, you know."
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It's going much father than she anticipated. Elsa, with all her daintiness and sense of propriety, wants to follow how she feels instead of stamping down those emotions in order to remain as cool and collected as the world has come to perceive her.
"Maybe you'll be able to see more of that," she teases.
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And really, he should have. The girl created an ice castle, for crying out loud, and wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable living there. Of course it would make sense that every part of her is cold to the touch... and it definitely makes things interesting for him, too.
The comment makes him pause, looking at her curiously. There might even be a tinge of red to his cheeks when he asks, "What do you mean by that?"