Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s).
Pairing: main, slow burn Jack/Merida. one sided Jack/Rapunzel, mentions of Hiccup/Merida.
Genre: Let's just say EVERYTHING.
World/Story Setting: AU. In the 21st century.
Other Characters: So far, the characters and made an appearance are in the RotBTD-verse.
Rating: PG-13/T. There will be f-bombs.
Summary: Being interns are so much fun when you're the annoying playboy, and she's the stubborn farm girl.

Author's Note: I'm going to have my fun. That is all.

Ours
When Jack and Merida were squeezed under a table

"Get―yer―hands―off―of―yeep!"

"Shut up, will you? If she hears us― fu― did you just― did you just licked me?"

"Not―ma best idea."

"I can't believe you just licked me."

"Don't flatter yerself." She scoffed, and rolled her eyes, her fingers pushing against his chest. "This is ridiculous."

He snatched her arm when he realised she was moving away, and pouted. Actually pouted. See? Desperate measure calls desperate times. Or however that went. "Don't, okay. If she sees us, I won't ever get rid of her. Ever. Do you see how torturing that could be?"

"How is this ma problem?" She yelped, glaring sharply at him. Like it's anything new.

His mind reeled, and he panted ― think, Frost, think! ― and he stared into her clear-sky-blue eyes, before managing out: "Well, she'll start to come here a lot, and you don't want that. You don't." He shook his head, in an effort to emphasise how they ― he ― didn't need a third party. "I mean, I'll just end up making out with her. A lot. And I know you don't like that― ew, Jack Frost practically having sex with a girl in the room, ew― not that it'll not be as amazing to watch, mind you―"

"Oh ma God―stop."

"And the torture won't end there. I mean, you'll get distracted, for sure, because I know that girl ― hell, I've slept with her―" which was why she was here, in the building, on this floor, outside the lab, searching for him― not that he'll be reminding Princess Spitfire of that, of course. "And I can tell you this: she doesn't stop talking."

"Okay―fine. Fine." Merida settled back, rolling his eyes, mumbling incoherently under his breath.

Jack chuckled inwardly, but was grateful― and that was how Merida and Jack found themselves, under her table, practically squeezed together, avoiding Jack's many one-night-stand who didn't know it was a one-night-stand. Or make them two, just in case.

After a few more minutes, the girl ― whoever she was ― seemed as though she gave up, the clicking of her heels disappeared from their line of hearing. Merida groaned, her hot breath hitting the side of his left jaw. She looked up to him, her nose scrunching up like it always did although she never seemed to notice it, and she muttered, "Yer going to pay for this, Frost."

"Relax." He ushered, grinning an easy smile. "I'll treat you to an ice-cream."

And what do you know ― he did.