Author's Note: (Hello reader! This is a revised and HIGHLY improved version of this fanfic. I heavily rushed the first upload, so I worked hard to make this story as good as a could! (not that my smut fiction is literal genius of of any sort.) Anyhow, enjoy the read! Thanks to some reviews on the first upload, chapter 2 will be out tomorrow!)
Sally stood inside Jack's observatory, fervently taking in the view of the bustling town below. The fleeting light of the setting sun elegantly graced the outlines of the houses of Halloween Town with bright, golden highlights. The scent of warm, autumnal spices filled the air from kitchen down below, giving the watchtower a homely, snug atmosphere.
"Jack should be home from work soon, Zero...", Sally recalled happily as she observed the townsfolk below.
At the note of his name, Zero glided across the floor to meet Sally and happily nuzzled himself into her arms. She tentatively ran her hand along his translucent form, which Zero seemed to find very pleasant.
It still felt like a dream to Sally; living in a house with none other than Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King himself! But of course he was much more than a friend of which Sally's endless admiration was bestowed, he was now the man who held her heart.
Yes, indeed, Sally was a lucky girl, as Jack just didn't have the heart to see his dearest love without a roof over her head after Dr. Finklestein had the nerve to leave her out in the cold, in favor of his new creation. Sally slightly scoffed at the thought of the Doctor's new and 'improved' assistant, but smiled softly as she remembered Jack giving Dr. Finklestein quite the earful about his distaste of the mad scientist's treatment towards Sally that day.
"What was I to that man, Zero? Some sort of appliance that could so easily be discarded and replaced...?", Sally asked with a melancholic sigh, a question much more directed at herself than to Zero.
Zero looked up from Sally's warm arms and cocked his head to the side, bewildered at the sudden disheartened tone of her usually soothing voice.
"At least Jack doesn't see me that way...", Sally sighed as she pet the dog, now with a more tranquil disposition.
Finding it to grow more brisk as the sun proceeded to meld with the horizon, Sally decided to move herself to the burgundy sofa in front of the inviting fireplace. She delicately sat herself down upon the seat, Zero following suit as he nestled himself upon her lap, contently staring at the soft glow of dancing embers as they moved within the fireplace.
'I wonder what it would feel like to kiss Jack during a night just like this...", Sally pondered, but quickly perished the thought.
'No...it's extremely inappropriate to think this way so early into our relationship- what am I doing...? He's a gentleman and takes things slowly, after all...', Sally thought, inwardly chastising herself.
Of course, they had shared their first kiss that one fateful night atop Spiral Hill just a few weeks ago, but both Sally and Jack seemed unsure of where to start in the subject of true romance. They would embrace and recently started to cuddle during the cold winter nights, but on the subject of more passionate endeavors, they might as well have compared it to a halted train refusing to move.
The doll pouted, a little discouraged by the thought. Obviously she had wanted to feel Jack's lips against her own, but the skeleton was so proper that it was no surprise that he hadn't made a move in regards to the more intimate side of their relationship. As she thought back on their first kiss, the more needy for his attention she felt.
Sally sighed, feeling a little winded by it all. As she recollected vivid memories of their long, passionate kiss, the warmer she felt deep inside. His strong hold on her frame, his masculine, musky scent, his eagerness to deepen the kiss as his mouth moved with hers in the moonlight...
Initially closing her eyes to fully recollect vivid memories of the moment, Sally jolted as a foreign warmth began to pool from between her thighs. Her eyes shot open in surprise as she moved Zero's sleeping form to the side, subtly lifting the hem of her raggedy dress. She inspected between her legs, only to find a little wet spot on her silky, white panties.
Very puzzled by the new development, Sally looked up at the ceiling. 'Maybe Jack has a leak...? I'll have to tell him about it when he gets home...'
Taking one final glance at the ceiling, Sally dismissed it, stood, and headed downstairs to finish prepping dinner, leaving Zero to sleep contently in front of the warm fire.
Jack's POV
Jack took long strides along the streets of Halloween Town, greeting townsfolk as they passed by on his way home. He was finally free from his many, time-consuming duties as Pumpkin King for the day, and he was more than ready to spend the rest of the evening relaxing with his lovely Sally at his side. It seemed as though the wait to get home was even harder now that she was sharing room and board with him.
All Jack could truly think of in recent days was coming home to Sally, his Sally. The thought alone made him chuckle giddily; opening the door to the most beautiful woman in Halloween Town, nay, the world. Truth be told, he would have eventually asked the rag-doll to live with him when he felt she was comfortable enough, but when the situation with Dr. Finkelstein presented itself, Jack really couldn't complain about the turnout of the situation.
As Jack's estate started to come into view over the horizon, roof illuminated by the soft light of the moon, he thought dreamily of Sally's smiling face. 'Welcome home, Jack!', she'd always cheer enthusiastically as he walked through the door. The dinners she'd make Jack every night were to die a second time for. Sally always put so much care into her preparation that Jack could have sworn he walked into a high class restaurant every time he got home.
'I really am a lucky man...', Jack thought contently as he walked up the stairs to his, and now Sally's, home.
Opening the door, Jack was immediately hit with the fragrant smell of hearty worm stew and freshly baked pumpkin bread from within the house, making him inhale deeply as he closed the door behind him.
"Sally, I'm ho-!"
Sally quickly raced to the opening at the top of the staircase at the sound of his voice.
"Welcome home, Jack!", Sally cheered from the top of the steps, interrupting Jack's initial greeting. There she was, with her usual warm smile and an apron fixed snuggly around her hourglass figure.
Jack chuckled to himself at how eager she sounded to say that. With a hurried jaunt, Jack ran up the stairs, quickly scooping Sally into a tight hug, lifting her light frame up with ease.
"There's my Sally!", Jack gleamed as Sally giggled in his strong embrace. "I hope you weren't too lonely in the house all by yourself today...I really did try to get home sooner but the meetings seemed to run a little later than usual!" Jack explained with a sigh as he set Sally back down.
"O-oh no, Jack! It's alright! Zero kept me great company today.", Sally smiled happily.
Jack chuckled warmly, "So I see! I'm certain Zero appreciates the company too, you know..."
Sally grinned at Jack's remark. "Oh! Dinner is ready! I know how big of an appetite you get after a long day, so I made your favorites!"
She grabbed his hand and lead him to the dining room, making Jack's cheekbones glow a slight hue of pink. The table was set elegantly for two with piping hot pumpkin bread and steaming worm stew laid out for Jack to see, all beautifully prepared, as expected from Sally.
"You know, Sally...I don't know how you manage to do all of this every single day! It looks marvelously splendid!", Jack remarked, amazed at the rag-doll's handy work. The smell alone was enough to make Jack's mouth water.
Sally giggled at Jack's face of awe as they both sat down, Sally across from Jack.
Jack frowned slightly, "Sally, there seems to be a little problem..."
Suddenly a little worried, Sally sat up from her chair for a moment. "Oh? What is it, Jack?"
"Your chair!", Jack remarked, quickly walking to Sally's side of the table.
He grabbed it and with a smirk, slid it closer to his. "It SHOULD be over here! That's the only logical place for it to go!"
Sally snickered, "My, Mr. Skellington...I suppose you're right."
With a chivalrous gesture, Jack pulled the chair from the table for Sally to sit. Sally giggled, sat down, and with a swift yet gentle motion, Jack pushed her in. As he sat back down in his own chair, he grinned and moved his chair just a tad closer to Sally's.
"Now Jack, stop goofing off! The food will get cold if we spend all night moving our chairs!", The doll laughed as the two began their dinner, happily discussing Jack's day at work and all sorts of odds and ends.
As the meal continued on, Sally was reminded of the small leak from the observatory early on.
"Jack, I forgot to mention...a little while before you came home, I believe I might have discovered a leak in the observatory roof!", Sally said with furrowed brows.
Jack set down his spoon, "really, now? That's a little odd...we don't get rain in January. Where was it?"
"Well, I was on the sofa with Zero and we were in front of the fireplace, but then I felt a strange wet sensation out of nowhere, but the water was oddly warm...", Sally began to elaborate.
A puzzled look began to form on Jack's features.
"Are you certain it came from the ceiling? It seems highly unlikely.", Jack stated as he lifted his glass to his mouth.
"Well, it was...between my legs...so I'm not certain how else I could have gotten wet there...", Sally said, her face now burning red due to the rather intimate place the wetness was.
Jack's eye sockets widened in shock, the water he was drinking quickly going down the wrong pipe. He began to cough spontaneously, pounding on his chest with his fist in an attempt to silence himself.
"Jack! Are you alright?!", Sally asked in a frantic tone, startled by Jack's sudden coughing fit. She place her hand on Jack's back, rubbing it rhythmically to help ease his cough.
Jack's face suddenly turned beet red as he looked at Sally, his hand slightly covering his mouth.
'Surely Sally couldn't mean...that, could she? No...she's far too innocent.', Jack thought to himself.
He mentally kicked himself for thinking such unsavory thoughts; he was a gentleman and shouldn't have thought of Sally in such ways. Though, of course, in the past week of living together it was hard for Jack to keep those types of thoughts at bay at times.
"I...didn't mean to startle you, Jack...", Sally said with a frown on her face, feeling a little bad for saying something about such an intimate area so nonchalantly.
"Oh, n-not at all, Sally! I'm completely fine. P-perhaps you're right, maybe there was a leak!", Jack laughed nervously.
"Why don't we go up to the observatory and have a quick look?", Jack prompted, standing abruptly and pushing in his chair.