What If | Idina Menzel & Kristen Bell fanfic

November Dreams

Slowly, Kristen takes hold of the trembling body beside her and pulls Idina close. She remembers the night at Vanity Fair, which feels so long ago. She didn't know; no one did know everything ever after; she has not really been far from that night. Both times, she holds in her arms the vulnerable tenderness and a sprout of melancholic passion. She whispers, "And I love you too."

Before Idina can make any response, she continues, "Shhhh – Dee, I know. You don't need to sell me on the reasons to love you, because I do. You promised that we start over, right? So try to quiet the noises in your head; we can't compete with all that."

She strokes some strands of Idina's soft hair, knowing that she is listening to her and her body relaxed under her touch. She let out a happy sigh and whispers into the brown locks, "I've been thinking, well, what if it's us and only us. What if we are just meant to be, and what happened before won't count anymore. Just you and I and we love each other – what do you say?"

"I ... I don't know what to say," Idina's voice sounds raw and Kristen can see her tearing up again. "I ... didn't think you would ever come! And you know that's all that I wanted."

"Oh, poor baby..." Kristen leans in to kiss Idina's damp cheeks and resumes softly, "But it's not so impossible, right? This house, this night, this space – the world is all before us."

"Yeah. Kristen, I love you," a light grin appears on Idina's face.

"Me too."

"No, I love you more."

"You silly girl," Kristen snuggles against Idina, making herself so small and cuddled up, "is that the only thing you can say to me?"

"Hmm-hmm."

She closes her eyes, her lips curling up into a smile against the brunette's neck. Idina watches her dozing off and she can't help but smile, burying her face into the blonde curls. There could be dreams. There could be us.

"Dee. I saw you in If/Then the other day, even after I went away on my own," Kristen's dreamy voice suddenly echoes.

"Well, what then?" Idina murmurs, not knowing where this is going.

"You didn't dare to say I lost you in that song. I knew. I knew! You were afraid that it would make it final. You just stood there crying and everyone around me thought that was acting, but I knew it wasn't. I ran away, then, but why didn't I run back to you?"

Idina holds the shaking blonde tighter. She is like a child caught up in a nightmare, tears strolling down her cheeks and her voice barely distinguishable. "It's okay, Kris ... You are here now. You are back to me. And we will be just fine," Idina comforts softly as if also convincing herself

"I love you ... I won't leave you again."

"I know, babe. I believe in you. I won't leave you either," Idina gives the blonde a little squeeze, which Kristen returns by clinging to her tighter.

"Dee?" She then asks, "Can we go to bed? I'm sleepy..."

Before getting any reply, she found her arms stretching out around Idina's neck, her tongue unlocking the red lips, tasting something dizzy, like a November dream.

A usual morning routine includes kicking off the blanket as the alarm rings off, stretching the lazy body reluctantly, and finally sitting up, feeling the sunlight sting on your eyelids. But today, Idina is wakened by the strands of blonde hair scattering across her face. "Morning, Kristen!" She whispers, planting a little kiss on the blonde's nose tip.