Scrolling through the shortened list, you eventually stopped on what looked like a good option. “Hmm… I think I might start with this Elsa Magnusson. She doesn’t live too far away and it looks like a residential address so I don’t have to worry about too many people.” You chuckled a little as you smirked at your sister. “And the amount she’s offering is pretty good too. It looks like she needs help studying English, which will probably take a while and at this rate… well, it’s a good windfall.”
Stacy rolled her eyes at your financial considerations, but proceeded to worry her lip again as she looked back at the job listing. “Are you sure that’s going to be okay? I mean, if she needs help studying English that means her own must not be very good right? What if you can’t understand each other? Where would ‘Magnusson’ even be from anyway?”
With a good-natured smile you reached up to gently rub Stacy’s finger. “Sis, I appreciate your concern but don’t worry. Magnusson is a Scandinavian name, so she’s probably from Northern Europe, in which case I’m pretty well covered. I’m reasonably fluent in Norwegian, and should be able to adjust to Danish or Swedish without too much trouble.” Norwegian would be preferable, but the Scandinavian languages were similar enough that cross-comprehension was achievable.
Your sister still looked concerned, but acquiesced, stowing her phone back in her pocket and scooping you up gently to take to the car, pausing only briefly to wave goodbye to Shannon and receive the customary warning to be safe. Whether your mother realised you were also going along for the ride was debatable, but that was a problem for later, if it was a problem at all.
The ride over was relatively uneventful. It was rare for you to ride in a car like this, as previous experiences had mostly been limited to being accidentally stuck to your family member’s bodies or belongings, whereas now you sat comfortably in the cup holder, with Stacy’s watchful eyes flicking down to you every few seconds before returning to the road. Your small talk was still frequently interrupted by the brunette’s concerns for your safety, but you continued to wave them off, ensuring her that you would be fine, and that in any case you’d call if there were any troubles.
By the time you pulled up to Elsa’s stated address, Stacy seemed to be mostly at ease, though she still trembled a little bit in apprehension as she scooped you up and headed for the front door. From what little you could see it appeared to be a modest but pleasant house, not large enough for a big family, which was good. The driveway was currently empty, and you were momentarily concerned that no-one would be home, but such thoughts were quickly put at ease as your sister rang the doorbell and a muffled voice from inside called out in response, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Drawing yourself up to your full height, you prepared to meet your first client, wetting your lips slightly in anticipation of your prepared speech. The important thing was to introduce yourself and address the issue of your size as quickly as possible, making sure that Elsa knew that you were fully capable of doing your job, and enough about the nature of your body to ensure that any incidents that did occur didn’t prove life-threatening. Words, however, failed you the moment that the door opened and a soft “Hallå” emitted from the mouth of the goddess who now stood before you.
You were utterly stunned by the attractiveness of this girl, your mouth going instantly dry and shoulders slumping as you stared up at her. The number of people you’ve properly met outside of your own family can be counted on your fingers alone, and while you were objectively aware that your sister and mother would be considered highly attractive, there was a very real difference between attractive family members and attractive strangers. While a part of you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t resist running your eyes over every inch of this woman, the fact that she had greeted you in Swedish barely even registering as you drunk in the entirety of her wondrous form.
A shy kind smile beamed out from a breathtakingly beautiful face, accentuated by ice blue eyes and flowing white hair the colour of freshly fallen snow, giving her an ethereal appearance, to the extent that had she introduced herself as some kind of Fae creature you would have believed her instantly. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep your eyes from tracking down as well, taking in the swell of her chest and her hips and the narrow waist that wouldn’t look out of place on a supermodel, and noting that her creamy white skin extended over her entire body, suggesting it was her natural tone. Her style of dress was relatively conservative, with some light grey sweat pants and a sleeveless blue sweater top that clung tightly to her curves, her feet adorned in simple but cute white ankle socks.
It was unclear whether or not Elsa noticed your reaction, but Stacy certainly did, giving you a little flick to the back before launching into an introduction on your behalf. “Hi! You must be Elsa right?” She paused and the white-haired girl nodded slowly. “Cool! My name’s Stacy and this…” She raised her hand for emphasis, nearly knocking you on your butt. “Is my big brother Samuel. Samuel Reynolds. You signed up for tutoring from him remember?” She smiled as she received another small nod. “Alright then, he’s all yours but be careful okay. He’s tiny but he’s also really squishy, so you don’t need to worry so much about crushing him but you do have to worry about finding him if he gets stuck to something. Just remember that he can be completely flattened so you can’t rely on touch alone okay. He’ll be staying with you until you don’t need him anymore so look after him.”
You frowned a little bit at the small, almost imperceptible frown that crossed Elsa’s lips as Stacy rambled on about your nature, your sister having evidentially momentarily forgotten the language barrier that existed here. You were going to speak up in warning, but your breath was taken away as those beautiful blue eyes shifted to gaze down at you and your new student smiled with a confused but gentle expression. All thoughts of protest fled your mind as you drowned in that gaze, and before you knew what was happening you were being placed into this woman’s incredibly soft hands, losing yourself in the pillowy texture of her blemish-free, and just simply perfect, skin.
The sound of Stacy’s farewell and scuffling feet as she prepared to leave finally snapped you out of your stupor enough to look up at your grinning sister, seeing the teasing light in her eyes that let you know she had definitely noticed your behaviour. Embarrassment overcoming concern, you blushed brightly, and tried to pretend you hadn’t been feeling up your client’s skin. “Alright Stacy, thanks for the help, I’ll call you if anything goes wrong promise, and you can pick me up when we’re done.” That seemed to satisfy the brunette, and she shot you one last smile before retreating to her car.
Wordlessly watching your sister drive away, Elsa quickly stepped back into the house and closed the door, looking down at her hand and you with that same confused but friendly expression from before, though there was now a small dusting of red adorning her cheeks and her eyes looked a little more nervous than before, her naturally timidity rapidly starting to catch up to her. Rising fully to your feet and dusting off some imaginary dirt, you smiled up at her and prepared to properly introduce yourself, flicking through your mind for your rudimentary understanding of Swedish.
But do you get the chance to speak, and how much does Elsa really understand about you?
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