Who: Anna of Arendelle & Agent Carolina & Agent Washington When: Septemberish Where: Wash & Carolina’s apartment What: Chocolate shot glasses and some cunning linguistics! Rating/Warnings: Lots of dirty drink names. Wash expects a Blow Job. Status: Complete!
Anna had seen a video about making chocolate shot glasses and decided that she needed to make them. Of course, she couldn’t buy the Kahlua or the Bailey’s, but she had solo cups and melting chocolate and a squeeze bottle. And she knew that Wash would help her with this project. Wouldn’t he?
So she headed to Wash and Carolina’s door and knocked. Hopefully he’d be home. It wasn’t until she was standing on the front porch knocking that she realized she hadn’t called ahead of time. She stood holding the shopping bag in her arms and hoped that she hadn’t just made a big mistake.
Carolina was making the most of her day off. So far she had cleaned and oiled all of her weapons and equipment, Dream-given or otherwise, beaten her standard time for taking apart, cleaning, and reassembling her primary firearm, and run through as many kata as she could remember from as many different martial arts. She had to hand it to Wash; Krav Maga was certainly both challenging and a hell of a lot of fun.
Which was probably why when someone knocked on the door, there was something suspiciously like a happy smile on her face. Checking the peephole, Carolina was surprised to see Anna outside. Was she supposed to be meeting Wash? She didn’t think he was going to be home anytime soon, but if his girl was here, plans could definitely have changed. She opened the door. “Hi, Anna.” The Beretta was still in her free hand as she opened the door wider to let her in. “What are you doing here?”
“I have a project!” Anna said, grinning brightly. “Hi, Carolina. I was thinking we could make chocolate shot glasses. Is Wash home?” She asked, holding up the bag in a silly way. Maybe she should have called before she just showed up at Wash’s place. Was it rude to just… show up? “I mean,” she added quickly, sheepishly, as if continuing to talk might fix things. “The last time I was here, I said I’d have chocolate chips. And I have them now.”
“Wash isn't here right now. You're welcome to wait for him if you want.” The gun went snugly into the holster at her back. She didn’t want to scare the girl away. Carolina was not sure what the proper protocol was in this situation. Most people she knew would only drop by when they needed something, especially when she was still in the military. The idea of someone just coming over for...wait. Chocolate shot glasses? What the hell? The older woman eyed the bag suspiciously. “What are you planning on using those for? B52s? Banana splits?” Probably the latter, if they were for Wash; even a blind man could see that he preferred whiskey over most things.
“Well, the video showed them having… um….” She actually went pink at the thought, as she moved through the doorway and straight into the kitchen to set down the bag of groceries. “...BJs. Y’know, Kahlua and Irish Cream?” She set the bag down and started emptying its contents. “But we can do anything we want to do with them once they’re made! I can wait? I guess? Or I can go. I should have called before I came over here. I was just super excited about the shot glasses. That’s all.”
Carolina noticed the blush and kept her face deliberately blank. Oh, this was too good to pass up. Part of her felt a little bad for Anna. The rest was too busy trying not to laugh. “Buttery nipples would also work well with a chocolate cup. Or a cock sucking cowboy.” She motioned for Anna to set her things down on the counter and pulled out her phone. “I'll let Wash know you're here. You like red bull, right? I can make you a red-headed slut while you wait.”
Anna blinked at the other woman. Sure, she’d heard of all kinds of weird drink names before, but this was… a lot. Buttery… what? A what whating what? Now she was starting to sound like a Smurf. Anna was still bright pink as she finished putting all the things on the counter, then folded the brown paper bag from the store. “I love Red Bull,” she said, giving a little chuckle as she sighed the words out. The girl was a little nervous, to be honest. She got along really well with Carolina so far, but hanging out just the two of them? “Sure! I’ll give it a try.”
Amused by Anna’s continued blush, Carolina began pulling out the necessary ingredients for the cocktail. As she pulled out a shaker - she only used a proper boston shaker, none of this metal lid crap that somehow managed to get popular - she eyed the various ingredients on the table. None had alcohol. Too young indeed. “Do you need anything for the shot glasses? It sounds like Wash will be a bit, so you might as well get started.”
Anna shook her head. “Just a pot of boiling water, and some space in the freezer. I think.” Anna grinned over at the other woman. “I watched the YouTube video, like, five times. Hopefully I won't burn myself on anything.” She didn't really mean to say that last part.
Anna was familiar enough with the apartment that she knew where to find pots and water. She set one on the stove and turned it on, then put the chocolate in the plastic bottle to melt. “Where did you say Wash was?” Anna asked. Not that she didn't like spending time with Carolina. She just got the feeling she was being judged all the time. She hoped she was good enough for Wash. She wanted Carolina to think that she was.
“You got the idea from a YouTube video?” Carolina arched an eyebrow at Anna. Hopefully she wouldn’t burn herself? Jesus. Maybe she had better help with the “dangerous” part of this project. Placing a pot of water on the stove to boil, she checked her phone. Damn, it was difficult not to smirk. “He’s still at the garage with Stefan working on getting the warthog street legal. I’d say you have enough time to at least start the cups, if not make a dozen or so of them.” Peas made the best ice packs.
At the last minute, Carolina pulled out a second glass for herself and began mixing. Considering how much sugar Anna put in her coffee, it was probably better to put a bit more schnapps in the other woman’s glass. “I can help you with melting the chocolate if you want.” Based on Wash’s texts and Anna’s admittance of being all thumbs, it was probably better not to let her drink and stove at the same time. “You can start getting everything else ready. The freezer’s pretty empty except for ice and some frozen veggies.” Peas made the best ice packs.
“Okay!” Anna finished loading up the plastic bottle with the chocolate chips, then set it on the counter next to the pot of boiling water. She set out some of the little, dixie cups so they could fill them, then moved to make some space in the freezer for the finished cups. “I don’t think we’re going to need a dozen cups. But maybe a couple each? If they go well,” she mused, making space. Then she stood back upright again. “I mean, that’s a lot of chocolate. Right? Even I have my limits.”
“Limits are only in your mind. Except you might want to remember to sip this until you hit that limit.” Carolina mused, topping the drink off with the red bull and handing it to Anna. It was nowhere near as strong as her own, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Speaking of...if they were going to deal with melted chocolate, burned fingers and ruined clothes were definitely a possibility. She gave Anna’s clothing a critical eye. It looked washable. “Do you want an apron?”
After setting the squeeze bottle into the simmering water, Anna turned to look at Carolina. She was super excited to be here, spending time with Carolina. She was still terrified that the older woman wasn’t going to like her, or was going to outright disapprove of Anna’s… for lack of a better word relationship with Wash. Not that they had a relationship, but… their friendship?
“Oh, I’m okay,” Anna said, then grinned as she accepted the drink. “Thanks!” She sipped, and then closed her eyes and groaned gently. Playfully. “Oh my God. What is this? What did you call it?” She asked, and took two more big sips. Red Bull. Hella.
Keeping a close eye on Anna around the stove - after that comment she was definitely going to make sure nothing went wrong until Wash was back to do the babysitting instead - Carolina cleaned out the shaker. As long as Wash was happy, she had no problem with the “relationship” between the two of them. She certainly had no room to talk, considering her preferred type of relationship. Or lack thereof. It was when emotions started getting in the way of friendship that things got complicated.
“A red-headed slut.” Carolina was amused at Anna’s reaction to the drink. A small smile finally threatened to break through her mask. Jesus, the girl was hilarious and she probably didn’t even a have a clue.
Anna had no clues. The only thing she was thinking was how much she wanted to get to the bottom of this glass. She gave a little laugh, going pink again along her nose and cheekbones. “A red-headed slut. Totally not appropriate, by the way.” She added, a touch more seriously, but still almost teasing. “I’m not like that. Not in the slightest.” It was true. Anna could count how many men she’d slept with on one hand, and still have plenty of fingers leftover.
Carolina arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t say you were.” She would not have considered assisting the girl with this project if she thought as much. Besides the fact that they were both redheads and the drink name could just have easily been used against her. Everything that she knew about Anna, however, told her that she probably never even thought about that. And that was why she liked her. Taking a sip of her own drink, she moved to turn the bottle around in the boiling water, melting the chocolate evenly. “Although you might want to go slowly. You might not taste the alcohol, but it’s definitely there.”
Yeah, it was totally there. Anna could taste the sweetness, and she could feel the warmth already. See? Lightweight. Cheap date. Anna was both of those things, and it hadn't caused her too many problems in the past. Of course, Anna only ever drank with people she trusted. And she trusted Carolina. And Wash. Of course Wash. "Oh, I'm okay. I'll be okay." She said, giving Carolina a grin. "This is super duper good. I mean, like, really good. Where'd you learn to make these?"
Carolina gave a shrug. If she said so, it wasn’t her place to say otherwise. Besides, she doubted Wash would mind that his friend was a bit more... relaxed than normal. “I dated a bartender for a year or so at the Academy.” Not that she ever talked about him. Ever. To anyone. Hell, even York didn’t even know the guy’s name, but she had been trying to be more open about her past lately. Not all of her past, but slowly the little white lies and omissions were fading away. She was not entirely sure who to blame for that. Even if she was not able to find her father, Carolina was planning on introducing her brother to the people that had raised her. She knew that they’d accept him just as they had her all those years ago. After she told them she had a brother, of course.
“He also taught me a few magic tricks. In fact, when Wash gets here, I can even show you one of them.” Carolina leaned forward, as if sharing a secret. “But you’re going to have to do something for me in return. See, he doesn’t believe I can be gentle, but if you tell him, I’m sure he’ll believe you.”
“Ooh, I’d love to see!” Anna said, grinning brightly. “Wait, what? Not gentle? I don’t really know what that means, but I’ll tell him.” She lifted the drink again, the world was already a bit fuzzy from it. She glanced over at the chocolate and poked at the plastic bottle in the simmering water. “If it looks like it’s all liquid and soupy, we can try to line these cups with it now.” Anna reached for a kitchen towel and folded it over so she could pull the plastic bottle out and wrap the towel around it. Y’know, so she wouldn’t burn her fingers on the hot bottle. She was a little clumsy, but it wasn’t so bad.
“Thanks.” Carolina watched as Anna pulled out the bottle, turning off the stove as the other woman moved away. It was silly to think that the little bit of the drink was already affecting her, right? Even if she was a lightweight. She pulled out a long cookie pan so that Anna would be able to put all the cups in the freezer at the same time. Other than that, she contented herself with leaning against the counter and sipping her drink, letting the younger woman continue with her project as she continued communicating with her absent brother.
So it was easy enough to pour some of the chocolate into the wax cups… but then they were fucking hot and Anna had to swirl them around to make an even coat. They weren’t all even. It was fun, though, and between pouring each cup Anna took more gulps from her glass. It was gone quickly enough. “Do you cook a lot?” She asked Carolina, making conversation as she worked. “I mean, I don’t, really. I barely know how to make toast. So this is a big thing for me.”
“I suppose. We usually take turns, depending on who’s home or busy that day.” She barely knew how to make toast? Carolina eyed the cups a bit dubiously. At least a blow job was hard to screw up. Especially since Anna seemed so eager to get everything right. Heh. The older woman looked at Anna’s empty glass and then glanced at her phone again. Well, that was gone quick. Especially for a lightweight. “Would you like another one? Or do you want to wait for Wash? He said he’s on his way now.”
“I think we can have one more while he’s on the way.” Anna said, grinning brightly. She held her glass back out to Carolina, then turned to finish the last of the chocolate cups. There were a dozen of them when she was finished, arranged carefully upside down on the cookie sheet. Then Anna opened the freezer to slide the cookie sheet into place. “...How long’s he gonna take? Do you think he’s gonna enjoy these? Do you have Kahlua and Irish Cream, or should we go buy some?”
Carolina’s lips threatened to quirk upward in a smile. Nope, it was not the red bull. Anna was just that fucking adorable. “How long? Ten...twenty minutes, max, depending on traffic.” And how crowded the store was. The shaker was quickly refilled with liquor before being poured into their respective glasses. “You’d probably also like a slow, comfortable screw. It’s like a screwdriver, but with a peach twist.”
“Kahlua and Baileys? With whipped cream on top? Anna, I don’t think that’s called a blow job. A blow job just has Baileys and amaretto. What you’re describing is called a deep throat.” Carolina was trying hard not to laugh. Really she was. Reaching over, she gently placed her hand on top of Anna’s. “Don’t worry, Anna. I have yet to meet a man that has ever turned down a blow job. Deep throat or otherwise.”
“Good.” Anna was excited that Wash was coming home. Now that she had some alcohol running around in her, she was even more excited to show Wash the amazing shot glasses she’d made. She leaned against the counter (careful to move away from the stove) and grinned over at the other redhead. Hey. Wait a minute. They were both redheads! But… totally not redheaded sluts, right? At least, Anna wasn’t. She knew she wasn’t.
“Hey, you know what?” Anna asked, brightly. “We’re both redheads! And we’re drinking redheaded sluts! Isn’t that funny?”
Carolina sipped her drink, amused at the way Anna seemed to brighten at the news that Wash would be back soon. Really, she didn’t blame either of them. Some things in life she considered necessary for adults to function properly; sex had always been one of them. Besides, she liked the fact that Wash was smiling much more often after he had started spending more time with the girl.
“You caught on to that one quick.” Yet again, Carolina found herself trying not to laugh. It was a sign of approval that she was starting to prod the college kid. Oh, Anna was definitely going to be giggling up a storm by the time Wash got home.
Anna thought that her situation with Wash was great, too. Very healthy. Except for the fact that she had more feelings for him than he had for her. And she knew that it… like that Taylor Swift song? Was gonna be forever or go down in flames. But maybe they had years before that would happen. Who knew? She wasn’t good at giving up friends, and she would fight to stay by his side, with or without the sex.
The younger girl laughed at the joke. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It takes me a moment sometimes.” She grinned. “But hey. At least I got there eventually?” Speaking of drinks, she gulped from her glass again, finding that she couldn’t taste the alcohol at all. Maybe that’s because she was already a little tipsy.
“I suppose you did.” Carolina raised her eyebrows at he quickly-disappearing drink. That was Anna’s second and even she was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Granted, her first drink had been quite a bit stronger. “Stick around long enough and we’ll get that in shape too.” It was inevitable, after all. She had grown up as somewhat of a tomboy, but being in the military, constantly surrounded by men away from their sweethearts and loved ones, had honed her mind’s ability to live in the gutter like gills on a fish.
“So, do you want to try a deep throat before he gets here, without the chocolate glasses?” Pulling out the Kahlua and Bailey’s from the cabinet - really, they had started quite the collection in the short time they had occupied the apartment, granted, at least half the bottles were some form of whiskey or tequila - Carolina gave her a conspiratorial smile. “or are you set on audience participation?”
Anna laughed. “Oh em gee, yes. We should totally make one!” Her inhibitions were rapidly lowering, and the whole world was warm and fuzzy. Anna was having the best time! And Wash was coming home, that would make today perfect. She moved to stand beside Carolina while the older woman made the drinks.
Wash had been at the garage most of the afternoon with Stefan trying to figure out how to safely remove the gun turret from the warthog in a manner that it could be put back on when necessary and here in Orange County, it was only a matter of time when it would become necessary.
After deciding that figuring out where the gun turret would be stored was best left for another time, Stefen and Wash had made fairly good progress in their project. And then Wash had received a certain text from Carolina concerning Anna and blow jobs and that pretty much derailed Wash’s thought process for the rest of the afternoon. Oh, he tried to keep his mind on what he and Stefan were doing, but with each text Carolina sent him it was becoming increasingly harder to do.
Finally, Wash gave up the ghost and told Stefan he’d be back that weekend to continue. The tarp was put back over the turret and Wash headed for home, by way of stopping off at the liquor store to pick up a few requested items, and a few items for himself.
He could hear Anna’s giggling even outside the door to the apartment. He couldn’t help but smile faintly at the noise. Anna’s laugh was just infectious that way. Wash unlocked the door and let himself in. “I’m home,” he called out.
“We’re in the kitchen.” Carolina called back. The sound of plastic bags crinkling caught her ears. Good A third shot glass joined the two already on the counter. “I was just telling Anna the difference between a regular blow job and a deep throat.” She had to hand it to the girl, the chocolate shot glasses were a great idea to add to the shot.
A few pours and a dollop of whipped cream later, she handed one of the three glasses to Anna. “I think you should be the one to give it to him. Might be a bit weird coming from me.” Yeah, she was definitely smirking now.
Anna was, indeed, giggling. But then again, she was a big giggler. It probably had become very obvious to Wash and Carolina how optimistic and happy Anna always seemed to be. This afternoon, she’d had a few drinks and was feeling loose, loopy, and quite a bit sleepy. But when she heard Wash’s voice, she perked up. Bright-eyed and grinning, she accepted the drink from Carolina and turned to meet Wash in the kitchen doorway.
“Hey!” Anna bumped into Wash gently and burst into a new set of giggles. Her free arm wrapped up and around him in a sort of half-hug, half-lean. She held the chocolate shot glass up so he could take it. “I’m not sure whether this is a…. Uh….” Funny how Anna couldn’t get the words blow job or deep throat out. It would probably be different if Carolina wasn’t standing right behind her. Anna went pink and her nose crinkled with delight. “Well, I’m sure it’s delicious.”
Wash had only known Anna a few days before he had realized how happy she was. It hadn’t taken him very long to realize that she was a giggler, a hugger an optimist and pretty much everything good in the world personified.
She liked to be in his space and, God help him, he liked having her there. He just wished his muscles wouldn’t instinctively tense-up whenever anyone got too close to his back. He smiled down at her as she giggled and leaned against him. The smile grew into a laugh as Anna stumbled over her words. He glanced up at Carolina standing by the counter. “This is what you’ve been doing all afternoon?” He asked teasingly, “practicing blowjobs and deepthroats? Y’know getting that text had me thinking about something completely different.”
He turned that grin down at Anna next to him and took the shot glass from her. He’d never had a chocolate shot glass before - hell until that moment he hadn’t even realized that was a thing. How creatively ingenious of the princess. Wash knocked back the drink in one shot and laughed. “Best blowjob - or deepthroat - ever.”
“It’s not my fault if you misunderstood.” Carolina returned the grin with a raised brow. Oh yeah, Wash was definitely smiling more around Anna. Neither of them were big on smiling, (or laughing, or hugging, or, heaven forbid, being bubbly), but they were also far less likely to take happiness for granted. She may have been doing her best to tease and make Anna blush over the drink names today, but in truth she was grateful that the girl was able to bring back a bit of the goofy rookie that had joined her unit all those years ago.
Carolina took one of the other shot glasses and followed suit, downing it easily. “Of all time.” She agreed. It was definitely one of her favorite shots, but the chocolate cup took it to a whole new level. Like adding flame to a tequila shot. “There’s still one glass left for you, Anna. Although… you do know the proper way to drink the shot, right? You’re not supposed to use your hands.” The older woman innocently took a bite out of her empty cup.
Anna watched Wash drink the shot with the brightest grin on her face. Then she turned to look at Carolina munching on her shot glass, too, and she beamed proudly. What a great idea this was! And to think Anna felt concerned about it before--that she was worried Carolina didn’t like her. Now she knew better. Carolina was great! She was so patient and helpful!
Anna moved over to the counter where her shot glass was sitting. “...wait, how am I supposed to drink it if I can’t use my hands?” She asked, glancing from Carolina to Wash and back again. Though she was confused, she was still happy.
“Wait, you can eat these?” Duh, Wash, what else were you supposed to do with chocolate shot glasses? Wash laughed a little at himself.
Then he was laughing a little at Anna. He remembered one night when York had dragged him out to some club, he’d asked the exact same thing. “Here, I can show you.” He took his glass and Anna’s and set them up on the counter. “Now, put your arms behind your back, like this.” Wash folded his arms at the small of his back. “Then you lean down and pick up the shot with your mouth and knock it back. We can do it together, if you want.”
“Anna’s a capable girl, Wash. She’s got this.” Carolina waved her half-eaten shot glass at Wash to hold back. Green eyes that were trying not to laugh shot him a look that seemed to say he would want to watch this first. “You can do the next shot together. Anna can even get the shots ready.” After all, it was only fair that the girl learned how to properly pour the shot into the glasses she had made.
Turning to Anna, Carolina gave her an encouraging smile. “If you’re worried about spilling, you can keep one hand under your chin, as long as you don’t touch the glass itself.” No one who knew the woman well would ever put her and the words patient or helpful in the same sentence without the addition of a negating word or violent verb. Except, perhaps, for Anna. The poor dear. In reality, the older redhead had been amusing herself with the girl all afternoon like a cat who had found a mouse who wanted to be friends. It was a good concept. Pity about the claws, though.
Anna flushed as she put her hands behind her back along with Wash, and then turned her attention to the chocolate shot glass on the counter. This was one of those strange things that she’d never thought she’d do. But it looked like fun. If she could go without laughing, of course. Which was difficult. Because she was a bit drunk now, and it seemed so silly.
But she opened her mouth, wrapped it around the chocolate glass, and dipped her head back. There was a splutter, some laughter, and her hands had to come over and collect the chocolate shot glass from her mouth. Most of the shot went down into her belly, even though some of it ended up spilling from her lips onto the counter and her blouse. She was laughing, though. “I wanna try that again!”
“Good,” Wash laughed, “because I still have to take mine.” And yeah, he’ll readily admit, watching Anna take that shot was very hot and it may have steered his mind towards the act the shots were named for. He had been promised after all.
He did have some catching up to do, and there was plenty of booze left to be drank, plus what he had bought himself at the store to replenish his stock. Wash set up the Anna’s glass and another for Carolina, “Ya gonna join us for this one, Boss?”
“One.” Carolina relented. The shot glasses were delicious. It was also nice to see her brother smiling and laughing. For that alone, she did not mind Anna showing up unannounced bearing cooking crafts that had taken over their kitchen. “Then, I think I’ll leave the clean up to the two of you.” Not that there was much to clean up, but it would probably give the two of them some form of preamble to let her slip away to her room. Perhaps to send a few other text messages. The rainbow shots could wait. Teasing the two of them had put her in a good mood as well and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.