N/A: Requested by snowqies. Mostly smut. I feel like this is very scattered, but I am also very scattered right now. And sorry for the long delay, I genuinely thought I had published this, kind of worried that it was stuck in the cloud for so long, but I do not think anyone in my family even knows we have one. And they need my email to access it anyway because my mom was too lazy to pay for it some years back and just told me to renew the subscription to my personal email.

Kristen's whole body grew tense as Idina moaned against her, sending shivers up her spine. She was doing her best to pin Idina up against the wall, but the taller woman was easily able to maneuver them to the couch. Kristen was not sure how, but some feat of physics allowed her to end up on top.

Idina groaned again as the full weight of her fiancée's body fell on top of her. Kristen knew exactly where to kiss the brunette to make her forget all her troubles.

It was said you could not teach an old dog new tricks, but Kristen had managed to teach Idina one thing in their time together. Nothing useful like cooking or cleaning up, but she had taught her how to beg. There was not anything sexier than her lover begging her. But it was not time for that... yet.

She went about removing the black dress. Clasp near the neck, long, long zipper.

"Mhn, I love you," Idina mumbled as Kristen sucked on her neck.

She discarded the garment, kicking it under the couch with her foot.

"Your dress is itchy," Idina said, her hand trying to find how to take it off, fingers brushing Kristen's neck.

"Side zipper, dear," Kristen mumbled, guiding Idina's hands to her waist.

Idina found the small round zipper and tossed the garment. "I never want you in that again," she informed the blonde.

"Just let me kiss you," Kristen said, pressing her lips against Idina's again. She licked her lips, coaxing Idina's mouth open. She flicked her tongue the way she knew her fiancé liked it, eliciting a deep moan from the brunette. Idina's cold fingers grazed across Kirsten's bareback, making her shiver. Strong hands found her hips and they flipped; Idina now pressing Kirsten against the wall.

Kristen frowned for a moment, she wanted to be in control, but Idina knew how to make her stop thinking. How to think of nothing but the burning want starting to grow between her legs, brought on by Idina pressing one of her against her. Kristen licked a leg around Idina's waist.

Idina chuckled.

"What?" Kirsten asked, face flushed.

"You're antsy," she said, kissing her cheek. "Normally it's the other way around." She pouted, so cute it made Kristen's heart flutter. "I haven't been neglecting you?"

"You are now," she growled.

"Ha!" Idina laughed, her face lighting up.

"You're ruining the mood."

"Shut up, I am not." Her green eyes were glistening in the light, a wide smile painted on her perfect lips. "I am not," she repeated, taking care to form the words. Kristen stared, hypnotized. Idina liked to tease; they both did, but only when it was convenient for them and agony for the other.

This was supposed to be going the other way around. But Idina's grip had loosened. She had lowered her attack, meaning Kirsten could take over. Placing a foot against the wall, she got the leverage she needed to build up momentum and pish the taller woman over onto the couch.

"Ah! What the hell!" Idina exclaimed, then giggling and Kristen fell on top of her.

Kristen traced a finger down Idina's face, outlining her cheekbones and jawline, feeling the hot flush on her face. Then she trailed the finger lower, keeping her eyes locked with Idina's.

"Nice lingerie," she said, feeling the silk of Idina's bra in between her fingers.

"You got it for me," Idina said, batting her eyelashes.

"That's why I said they're nice," Kirsten replied. "Honestly think I'd compliment something you'd chosen all by yourself?'

"No," Idina said. She smirked.

Kirsten kissed the smirk off Idina's face, her hand trailing south. She drew circles on Idina's inner thought, revelling as the brunette groaned. She started sucking on her neck. She might not have the height nor the weight advantage, but she knew what she could use to her advantage.

Their undergarments slipped off and they revelled in the feeling of their skin against each other, the chilly air nipping at them and the warmth of their lovers against them.

Kristen was trying hard to ignore the burning in her groin while she teased Idina. Nibbling on her ear, feigning intent to finally give her relief. She knew her end goal. She wanted the brunette to beg her. She wanted the one and only Idina Menzel to beg. And she was about to get it as she teased Idina's entrance.

"Oh, please Kris," Idina muttered, sweat beading on her brow. "You're a cruel mistress," she added.

"I don't think you want it enough," Kirsten whispered in her ear, her voice low.

"I do," Idina said, her breath quivering. "Please?" she asked again, her voice soft.

"Not yet," Kristen said. She brought her lips back to Idina's, a hand going in her hair.

"I'm reconsidering this whole engagement thing," Idina said.

"No, you're not," Kirsten said.

"I am," Idina insisted. "If it makes you think you can fuck me or you get to toy with me, I'm calling it off."

Kristen kissed her open mouth. "Shut up Idina," she whispered seductively.

Her kissed trailed to Idina's breasts as her hand did a thing to her inner thigh. Kristen licked and sucked on all of Idina's sweet spots, making her groan.

Was it just her or did Idina taste like vanilla chocolate?

"Ooh, god, ah," Idina muttered, tossing her head. "Kristeeen, pleeeaasee," she begged her fiancée. "Please Krissy, I'll do anything," she moaned again, hoping the blonde would give in. "I want you," she added. Whatever she could think of to convince Kristen.

Kristen's breath was hot on her ear. "O. K.," she whispered, making Idina shutter.

She trailed kissed down Idina's body, giving in to the brunette's demands on her own terms. She kissed Idina's inner thigh as she entered two fingers.

"Oh fuck," Idina groaned, gyrating her hips in an attempt to relieve herself.

Not on my watch, Kirsten thought as her lips hovered over Idina's clit.

The brunette shrieked in delight as Kristen started sucking in tandem with the flexing of her fingers. She started slowly, building it up as she had done all night until the elder was trembling beneath her, sweating, and muttering incompressible words. This was not just their engagement, it was Idina's birthday. Kristen had to make it the best night of her life, and she already had to compete with Walker's birth and Idina's first wedding.

She was going to blow Idina's first wedding so far off the charts it would not even be a contender.

She knew every inch of her fiancée, and she knew exactly what to do as Idina tightened around her finger, her moans growing louder and louder.

Finally, she let Idina come, a jolt that riveted through her body. They both got swept up in the rush of passion, flesh on flesh, kisses.

With a heavy sigh, Idina wound down, looking loving down at Kristen, who was resting her chin on her abdomen.

Idina grinned. "I'm going to make us miss that reservation entirely," she said, beckoning Kristen back up. Then she slipped them over. "You've consummated the engagement, now it's my turn."