Rated M for language, themes, sex AND violence. Oh yeah, the whole package. Basically this is A darker, older jack, say about 20. Basically this is what i feel like Jack Frost would really be like if Rise Of The Guardians wasn't PG! this is my first fanfic, so go easy on me! ;) Probably be more chapters, that is, if this is reasonably well received.
I felt things move in the dark, as I ran from them, my feet pounding on the solid earth, the darkness ever encroaching, panting, slavering, hungering for me, cantering in a solid mass, waiting. Waiting for me to fall, wanting my flesh. I had to fight him somehow. Him? Yes, it was a man. A man in the shadows, watching me run from him, fighting a losing battle against the whispering darkness, cold, solid fear filled my veins, I felt the iciness of it reach me, filling me up until all that was left was a cold, solid block of terror. But then, I felt something rise inside me, fighting the darkness, although it could hardly be described as light. A cold so icy, it felt like fire licking my veins. Anger. I stopped, dead in my tracks, tired of running, of hiding. I felt them surround me in the darkness, forming a circle, their flickering noises fuelling my fire. I felt a laugh surround me, smooth and as cold as silk, I shivered. "Well well well.." the calm voice speaks from the darkness "If it isn't Elsa, the Little Snow Queen. My my, you are all grown up aren't you." I can hear the smile in his cold voice, it makes me shiver. "Who... are you?" I ask in a quavering voice. He laughs again, like a bucket of cold water is being trickled down my back. "I'm your worst nightmare" he says, and I see a grey smile with pointed teeth leer at me from the shadows. I scream, the iciness inside me exploding into shards, directed out from my fingertips, at him, at all of them, the darkness scatters as the ice roils and starts to shake, then bursts, I laugh at the retreating shadows, as my snow starts to fall delicately, more and more and more, until my clothes are enveloped in the icy blanket. I fall, covered in the snow of my own making, as the ice starts to envelop me and I have no other choice but to close my eyes and accept the frozen embrace.
I open my eyes and sit bolt upright, my ice blue sheets twisted around me like silken rope, clearly I have been tossing around in my sleep, not that I can blame myself after a dream like that. Not a dream, a nightmare. I hug myself, the images flooding back; I try to calm myself down. I glance out the window and see the stars, like pinpricks in the otherwise dark blanket of the sky, the glaciers glinted in the moonlight like an ethereal plane, the familiar northern lights decorating the sky like a flowing ribbon of rainbow, the familiar sights clamed my thumping heart, I expect Anna to knock on my door at any minute, asking if I wanted to build a snowman. I felt tears gather in the corners of my eyes and I severely quashed the feelings, drawing back on my familiar chant. "Conceal, don't feel…" I try to deny the feeling, which absorbs me as I lay back down and try to sleep. I was getting lonely. I hug the sheets to myself as I get up and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making me groan and run a rueful hand through my tangled white hair in its customary plat over my shoulder, bright blue eyes set against the pale skin, framed with long black eyelashes, a small pink mouth with my upper lip provocatively bowed, a striking contrast with my otherwise pale body. I fiddle with the low cut neckline of my dress, trying to tweak it so it would sit right, something it never does. I'm absorbed in trying to make myself look presentable-although for whom I have no idea- when I hear a low chuckle behind me I start and other then widening my eyes, I don't react out of surprise.
"I do love a woman just out of bed." A low pitched voice with honey coloured under tones speaks out of the darkness. I whirl around and push the ice out of myself, feeling it collect at my fingertips in the familiar embrace of its power before directing it at whoever was sitting in the room, praying it wasn't a villager sent to kill me, unusually, I hear the ice tinkle as it hits the wall, missing its mark a small breeze ruffles my hair.
"We haven't even been introduced" he says, laughing from a different point in the room, near the window now, spin around, I start to feel frantic and exasperated, I push out another blast of ice in his direction; feeling annoyed and not a bit put out. How long has he been there?! I think to myself.
"I don't exactly plan on getting friendly. I'd leave now if I were you, and tell the people of Arrendelle to leave me alone and I'll do them the same courtesy. " I snap back, sending another jettison of ice.
He sighs, a noise which strangely makes me tingle in my lower back. "Stop that" I tell myself.
"Oh, I'm not from Arrendelle. I'm from a place far, far away from this pathetic little wasteland." I stop throwing ice at him, for the moment at least.
"Then who are you, and more importantly, how did you find me?" I stop, cutting myself off in midsentence. I felt one of my headaches blooming. "No wait, I don't care, how did you even get here?! Its three stories up!" I demand, a flurry of questions taking me by surprise.
He moves, accompanied by the sound of a slight breeze, I feel a footstep in front of me, and I see my trespasser for the first time, lit by the faint moonlight. Oh my. My breath hitches as I stare at himWhite hair, pale skin set against bright blue eyes in a boyish, beautiful face, strangely at odds with his cold almost lecherous gaze, high cheekbones with a slight pink tint to them, like he has been out in the wind, which, I suppose he has, eyebrows like angel wings frame his entrancing blue eyes, his eyelashes casting shadows on his skin. A sculpted body is clearly inevitable from what I can see from a blue hoodie with a snowflake pattern in silver thread on the neckline, brown trousers and odd curved wooden staff is in his right hand. Idly I wonder what it is for. I have to tell my body not to fall at his feet, my head regaining control; I remember to glare at him.
He chuckles, a sound grazing my lower spine making me catch my breath.
"I'm Jack Frost. And I'm just like you." He says smirking as his icy cold gaze leisurely examines me from my small feet to my now flushed face.
"You're nothing like me" I snarl, tired of my body's involuntary reactions; I reach my hands out to push, summoning an icy blast to push him against the wall. He gets pushed back, but somehow rides the wind to the window sill where he crouches and flashes me the same arrogant smirk. He widens his eyes in mock surprise.
"You don't want to chat? Oh, I'm hurt!" I send another flurry of icicles in response, he ducks out of the way. He makes an irritated clucking noise in his throat.
"you know," he remarks casually "I'm getting tired of you doing that." I was about to ask him how he thought he could stop me before he points his staff at me, suddenly an icy wind pins me to the wall. I thought I was that only one he could do that…I've never met anyone who could do what I do…Although he seems to need the staff. I'm shocked into stillness, my mind whirring. He floats over and imprisons my neck in his hand, leaning over and whispering in my ear.
"Surprised? You didn't think you were the only one did you? Granted, your one of the more powerful ones I've seen. You're so fortunate I'm a patient man; I have waited until those frozen little powers of yours have matured, and you were such a cute child." He strokes down my nose as he continues "and sooo naughty, that poor sister of yours. Anna was it?" I give a cry when I hear her name, reminded of when I accidently froze her mind when we were children. "such a shame that little incident happened. You both grew up so lonely. Her on one side of the door, and you on the other. Still, I guess I'm just lucky you grew up so…" His gaze roams my struggling body "nicely." He finished with a smile.
I'm shocked into stillness. How long has this man been watching me? I thought it was just since my nightmare, but apparently much, much, much longer than that. Anger, confusion and a fair dose of fear blooms in me, I'm wrenched back to reality when I feel his hand softly touching my hip where the silk of my dress is pulled taut. Oddly his touch isn't icy, but warm. More than warm, hot. Despite myself, I have to refrain a moan. Curse him and his surprisingly effective distractions, I wrench my mind back to the task at hand, Getting rid of this Frost boy, who dares challenge me and my powers. He needs that staff. I however, do not. I revel in the anger which is pumping through me, the air is now freezing and a wind is starting, I see some snow descending from the ceiling. I see Frost look up too, and his resulting smile.
"a bit upset are we?" he asks teasingly, his hand still rubbing my hip, but then dropping it slightly, running it up my silken clad leg, I have to refrain a soft moan, he sees my reaction and smiles, his eyes reflecting nothing but my face.
"my my, does Elsa the Snow Queen have a soft side?" he asks, his voice low and mocking. The snow had started to form into a flurry, snowing harder and the wind was ruffling his hair.
"I do so love what you've done with the place. So very…cold. Very you" he says, his lips brushing the edge of my ear making me shiver.
"Bastard." I snarl, managing to raise my hand and pushing against his chest. I feel the ice shard I just created go into his stomach with a sickening ease, like cutting through butter. He releases my neck and I fall to my knees, inhaling air, although surprisingly, he didn't choke me. Interesting, he wants me alive. I feel him gasping, clutching his stomach and the red flower of blood which is blooming in his lower stomach. His breathing eases, I glance up, curious. Had he died? I wondered. No, that would have been out of character. He sits up, and withdraws the ice shard out of his now red shirt and throws it across the room, before growling, the first crack I have seen in his mocking armour. I smiled at him sweetly.
"if you've been watching me my whole life, you should have known that would be my normal reaction" I say mockingly. It's only then I realise that Frost isn't dyeing. Far from it, he is sitting cross legged on the floor, drawing icy flowers on the ground with his staff.
"I thought you might do that. Fortunately, it has very little bearing on me, although you did ruin my jacket." He frowns playfully.
"Oh I am sorry." I say in mock distress. I wave my hand at the ground, feeling the familiar icy tingle at my fingertips as I draw. When I'm finished I survey the new jacket critically, I throw it to him and he catches it, he sits up on his knees, his arm hooked around his staff, his head resting on the wood as he looks at the new hoodie, An identical copy of the old one, minus the blood. It's probably a trick of the light, but he looks vaguely impressed.
"So you can make clothes. Cute." He smirks as he takes off the bloodstained jacket and I try to avoid my gaze but can't resist staring. As I predicted, his body is thin but finally chiselled, and of course, pale as –predictabley-fallen snow. He catches my gaze and laughs
"Something wrong your majesty?" he asks teasingly.
"yes, your taking too long to put your shirt on." I retort as I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Curse pale skin and its inability to hide blushes.
"right, that was it" he smirks as he slips the jacket over his head-thankfully. While he is detained in the hoodie, I summon a flurry to take his staff, a second to late however, and he grabs it just before it slips into my grasp. He laughs.
" Bad girl!" he says in mock surprise.
I shoot a glare at him as he continues
"if you even knew the half of who you're dealing with, you wouldn't have even tried that." He says, standing, brushing his coat to get rid of imaginary dust.
I rise as well, my power sending snowflakes at the edge of my fingertips like sparks, my anger controlling me as I raised my hands, not shooting out any ice, but ready for a moment's notice.
"at least I don't need a pathetic little staff for magic." I say, smirking.
He laughs. "you may regret saying that, little girl." He says as he taps his staff on the ground, a jettison of ice covers the already frozen floor, except this time with spikes, I just have enough time to blast the ground to make a raised ice plinth so I avoid them. The air around us was a blizzard, I could no longer see him and he could surely not see me. Snow fell and a howling wind blows, my hair swirling around me like a white halo as I blink the snow out of my eyes, no longer able to see Frost, my coat rising with the wind.
It's my turn to be incredulous now. "Girl? I hope you don't look at little girls in the way you were just looking at me" I say into the empty space where I presumed frost was. I run my hand in an arc, creating a wall of ice imprisoning this Frost Boy in a wall of ice. I hear him laugh as he taps the ice with the edge of his staff and the ice explodes, just giving me enough time to throw up an ice shield of my own to protect me from the shrapnel. I manage to calm myself and my raging heart down a little, thinning the blizzard until I can see the outline of Frost, crouched at the window.
"Is that the best you can do? And here I thought you were worthy competition." He laughs, The wind is howling and I'm struggling just to remain on the ground, I hear him He tap the window with his staff, a pretty pattern of ice emerging, and growing until it reaches the floor underneath my feet, more ice patterns come off the wall until they are all gathered underneath me, the howling wind grows stronger and my hair is whipped around me like a flurry, I feel the ice underneath me grow until the wind stops and I realise I'm imprisoned in what looks to be a glass box but on reflection is in fact made of perfect ice. I growl and throw my hands against the wall only to hear Frosts low chuckle as I frantically try and break the icy prison. It occurs to me that my storm which my emotions leave is contained to the box, outside all is calm and I fight to soothe my turmoil, and at least try and calm this blasted storm. The wind dies down a bit, as well as the snow, which I notice has gathered at the bottom of the box. Now, to get out. I press my hands against the wall and concentrate, feeling my powers gather and start to slowly chip through the ice.
Frost notices my efforts and laughs. "Oh no little Queen. You're not going anywhere, at least not for about…half an hour, judging by your powers. That ice is too thick even for your strength. Seeing as your…detained at least for the moment, and we have some time to kill, not to mention I made the grievous mistake of not putting myself in that lovely box with you-" I roll my eyes "-I thought you might be curious as to why I would bother wasting my valuable time on a little girl, queen or no. Your powers are nothing unusual, I mean, look at me. Although my method of…induction you might say was very different to yours." He lets out a breathy laugh at this. I can feel the ice begging to crack, and I pray he doesn't notice. He crouches down, using his staff for support, clutching it and resting his face on his hands, his white hair flops over his arresting eyes.
The expression on his face makes me stop my chipping and stare at him in confusion.
"I was born with the powers." I say flatly. He looks at me, a slight look of confusion marring his otherwise flawless face.
"oooh, I get the feeling you don't know!" he says gleefully, delighting in my ignorance. I muster my blackest glare and glower at him. He sees my look and laughs.
" what do I not know?" I ask in exasperation. I was getting very tired of this Frost boy. The storm inside the box was increasing again, raging behind me, I force myself to calm down.
"Born with the powers hmm? Is that what they told you? Understandable I suppose, it's quite possible that they didn't even know." He says half to himself. "however, I think that's a chat for a later date don't you your highness?"
"You say that like this isn't a one off." I retort, half praying he would say it wasn't and half praying he would say it was.
"oh it isn't. I wouldn't isolate myself if I was you." He says, for once, in a serious tone.
"And why not." I ask with a huff.
he sighs in exasperation. "your powers might be nothing unusual, however, there certainly is something different about you." He stands, and with his foot, he flicks his staff over his broad shoulders and wraps his arms around it, resting them, like he was being crucified. The thought makes me smile wryly, I quite liked that image. "You can create living, breathing things out of snow. Not even I can do that. And if your powerful enough to do that, I can't help but wonder what else those pretty little icy powers of yours can do. And there are others, you might say, who would be very interested in you for that reason. " I growl at him, and ask
"you would be one of them I presume?" my voice low and weak as I channel all my powers into the wall.
"oh no your majesty" he says in a mocking tone of voice " I'm interested in you for other reasons" he says, raking his eyes up and down my tightly dressed body, his gaze so hot it could probably melt the ice that imprisons me.
"Sorry, but I am not interested" I say sarcastically. A half lie, but no way am I going to let the bastard know that.
He laughs "not for carnal reasons, unless of course, you ask me very nicely" he says arrogantly with his customary smirk. I roll my eyes as I feel the ice give a little under my hands.
"I prefer to keep my motives quiet, although I can see your curious." He smirks. It's the last little bit of arrogance which makes me snap. I channel my anger, fury and frustration into breaking this last little pathetic piece of ice, so thin it could be made of paper. The box explodes; to my gratification some shards clip Frost before he can put up a shield, the force of my power throwing him against the room, making him fall and hit the wall, temporarily disarmed, I quickly throw a stream of Ice at him, making him widen his eyes and quickly answer with ice shards of his own, colliding with mine causing and ice to go everywhere, He quickly creates a jettison of Ice and I throw up a shield, before pushing it towards him, hoping to crush him against the wall, he taps the ice with his staff and it explodes, I see anger and something I never thought I would see in his eyes. Fear. He laughs into the blizzard my emotions have created, turning his face into the storm, before looking across the room at me, noticing the spikes of ice our combined powers have created.
"well well well, look at what we can do!" he says, gesturing to the tower of spikes we have created. "My my my, you are a powerful little thing aren't you. However, I think I'm finished playing with you now." He holds his staff up and a stream of ice appears, I widen my eyes and have just enough time to return with a stream of my own, they meet in the middle and snowflakes and snow fly, I press harder and I see a furrow appear in his brow, I am starting to grow weaker but still I slam into him more and more and the stream of interlocked ice grows weaker on both our sides, until I push hard one more time using the remainder of my strength. His eyes widen and blocks the last of my stream with a shield. Both of us, drained, drop to the floor. I close my eyes and curl up, until I feel something on my face. I open my eyes and see it's snowing. I struggle to my feet and see that our two streams have He slams his staff on the ground, the ice underneath us in the floor starts to groan and split, cracks run from where he stabbed his staff into the ground, they run through the floor and I have to jump out of the way as one heads directly for me, I watch as the cracks run up the frozen walls. After all that noise, there is suddenly a deathly quiet as two opposing cracks form opposite sides of the room meet at the ceiling, a little ice falls. I whirl around and stare at Frost, my eyes widening in shock, his bright blue eyes holding mine captive as He smiles grimly and says one word,
"sorry."
He twists the staff. The ice screams and starts to splinter, loudly, like the hull of a ship coming towards me, the ice starts splintering around him, the ice breaking off in shards and spitting up like a ocean made of ice, it starts to come towards me like a wave, a loud screeching noise accompanying it like when you run your nails down a blackboard, the floor itself begins to quiver and I realise he has turned my own palace against me, ice rains down from the ceiling and gets caught in my hair as the roof starts to melt away from the inside out, ice pouring down like rain. Regaining my mind, I quickly raise the last bit of solid ice on the ground to form a column with me on top, bringing me higher and higher above the ocean of ice shards, the sound of crashing Ice as it splinters hurts my ears and my head and heart are pounding as I raise my platform ever higher, the floor falls away and the plinth starts to collapse, with me on it, I throw myself off it and towards the rollicking pit of shattered ice, my castle falling away with me, the roof, then the walls falling away as I fell past, quickly, I hold out my hands and feel my power surge through me, I channel all the anger, fear and pain I have ever felt into my power as the ice streams from me, from my heart, my soul. I almost loose consciousness as I fall, but I fight the darkness, the power coming from me slowing down gravity itself as I push every inch of me into saving my life. When I land, my feet hit solid ground. I stared up and everything was as it was, the now familiar roof and snowflake centred floor, the ice gleaming like nothing had happened. I collapse onto my knees, partly from weakness and party from relief, my body and mind drained, I curl up on the floor, shivering. I dully hear him stand above me and fall to his knees, studying me; I look up at him, the darkness hemming in the edge of my vision as I fight the urge to sleep, he strokes away a few strands of hair that had fallen on my face with surprise gentleness.
"I must admit, I'm very impressed. I knew you were powerful, but not like this. You little queen," He strokes my cheek softly "Are quite the dangerous one. I shudder to think about what my…Friends, would do if they got your hands on you. I simply hate to think." The darkness starts to get larger and larger, all I can see was Frosts beautiful boyish face staring at me intently, the image blurred and shook until all that was left was a small pinprick of light that was quickly extinguished.
It's the darkness again. It hurts this time. So much pain. I feel my hands encased in something cold and hard. I look down to see a pair of large cylindrical cuffs, chained to the ground in a huge metal link. I pull harder on the stiff metal, thee only result is a groan form the links fastening me to the ground. I start to fill with panic, like a kettle on the stove. I tug harder, with all my power, I start to hear noises coming from the darkness, heavy breathing like that of a horse. I Still. It sounds like him. The man from my dreams. He has come for me. I tug harder, Harder still, I start to see frost gathering on the edge of the cuffs, as I drain my powers to their limit, They surround me, the panic has filled me with icy terror, He is laughing at my fear, it sends chills up my spine. They are edging closer, I pull harder and harder, I need to get out. I need to escape this nightmare. "Elsa…Elsa…" I hear a voice say. I see a pinprick of light and frantically, I pull harder, they are almost ontop of me now. The darkness catches me as the light explodes and they all fall awayI sneeze from the snowflake that's landed on my nose, then once more as one lands on my cheek. I brush it off, wondering where it came from, I glance down at the bed, the twisted sheets exposing my legs as the silk on my dress had gotten tangled and was now situated around my waist. Another snowflake lands on me, this time near my eyebrow. My hand goes to brush it off, but then I freeze. How did I get into bed-ohhhh. That's right. Images of the night came flooding back to me and I groan and flop back down.
"Oh, good, you're awake." He says, laughing, I sit up and scan the room, where II find him, crouched at the window sill, highlighted by the moonlight, rolling a snowflake in between his fingers like a coin.
"I should have known you would still be here." I groan in exasperation.
"What can I say; I love a damsel in distress." He smirks
"this damsel's distress would go away if you went with it." I say dryly. "Now, get out."
"I'm hurt, just when we were getting along..." I cut him off by shooting an ice blast at him, catching him by surprise and narrowly missing him.
"I'm not going to get along with anyone who did half the things you have done in the last…2 hours. Leave before I break that twig of yours." I snap
He gasps in mock hurt. "Even after I carried you to bed?!"
"After you tried to kill me and destroy my castle-"I interject.
He laughs, and stands on the window, and gets blown across the room in one of his winds, this time to the bedside where he stands above me. Suddenly self-conscious, I tug the sheets back over my legs, but not before he catches my movement and raises a winged eyebrow.
"Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before your majesty" He says with a wink, of which I quickly respond with a scowl.
"Really get out." I say unwaveringly. I'm unnerved by having him in such close proximity, and I shift away. Naturally, the arrogant bastard seems to take it as some sort of invitation and delicately jumps in beside me, lying on his back with his hands behind his head and his staff intertwined in his arm. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't see that coming.
I bridle and quickly draw the sheets up to my neck, giving him my best glare.
"Get. Out." I say in sub-zero tones.
"You know, if you made this bed out of ice, I'm impressed, it's very comfortable." He says, ignoring me and shifting deeper in the mattress. Despite my awareness of how close he is, I remember to stay furious. I'm a queen for crying out loud.
"I'm glad you approve of my choice of bed. Now get out Frost. Or do I need to…" I twist my hand up from under the sheet and let out a flurry of snowflakes from my fingertips. "Use persuasive measures?" I finish.
"It depends on what persuasive measures we are talking about" he asks, his eyes suddenly very heated. Unable to stand the intensity of his gaze, I look away.
"How about I snap that little staff of yours" I say sweetly.
I hear him growl and before I can react, he has pinned me down and has straddled my waist; he is surprisingly heavy and can keep me down easily. With one hand, he pins my wrists my chest and with the other he presses his staff against my throat, I see a fire in his eyes and I force myself to refrain from flinching from the intensity of his gaze.
"You can't win Elsa. Not while I have my staff. And you, your highness, are not going to break it."
I can't resist teasing him further. "Awh, who knew Jack Frost had a soft si-"my taunt is interrupted by him making an impatient noise before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine. Immediately, and rather to my annoyance, I surrender to the kiss, I swipe my tongue across his lips making him grab my wrists tighter in response, the fire is stoked higher as He bites my lower lip and tugs down, It's only now I realise in my pleasure fogged mind "im kissing him back." His teeth, insistent on lip bring me back to reality, and I open my mouth in response and feel him slide his tongue into my mouth and mine into his, our tongues waging battle like we had just done. In my depleted mental state, I briefly wonder why both our bodies are so warm, when our powers would suggest otherwise. I hear him through his staff away, and I briefly wonder if I should get up and blast The Frost boy in enough Ice to last a millennia, but when he runs his tongue across my lips, I decide it can wait. He runs his now free hand up my side where my dress has ridden up, down my hips to my bare legs, I arch my back against him in response and cannot resist letting out a small moan against his mouth at his skilful ministrations, making him chuckle, blowing warm air into my mouth.
'You know," he says, in between kisses "this dress is so unnecessary." He stops kissing me, making me open my eyes and huff in annoyance, before he begins his pleasurable assault on my body, kissing down my cheek, my neck and down my collarbone before he looks back up at me, smiling before he tugs my dress down. As he works it over my breasts then hips, he rains down kisses as soft as snowflakes-predictably- all over my now exposed and fiery hot flesh, and then throws the dress across the dark room like his staff. He licks his lips at the sight of me almost naked. He exhales in a form of a breathy laugh as he trails his right hand down my chest softly.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this. It has been absolute torture." Each word is punctuated with a kiss down my pale body. Quickly, I push him off and straddle his waist between my legs, smiling down on him sweetly. It was my turn to have some fun of my own. I quickly dispense of the jacket, tossing It behind me before looking down in delight at his smooth lean chest, He grabs the small of my back and pulls me closer to him, pressing my chest against his, kissing me again roughly, wanting, both of us practically aching with need. I bite his lip hard making him swear, giving me a chance to have some fun with this pretty, arrogant Frost. I trace a hand down his smooth and supple chest, making sure to project a little pattern of frost onto his warm skin, where I would follow it up with my tongue, licking and kissing warmth back into him. I smile into his skin when I hear his breathy soft moan. When I reach his lower stomach, I am thwarted in my ambitions by his strange brown trousers.
"These have to go." I say flatly. He laughs
"believe me your highness; I'm not going to stop you." I tug his pants off, and resume my attack on his flesh. He groans and grabs my hair, tugging my mouth back up to his, we kiss passionately, the heat between us rising like the fire we could never-before now- feel. I feel him tug my pastel blue underwear off, and unclip my bra. I tug his own underwear off, our pale skin sliding together as I feel something soft land on my body, I look up and realise it's snowing softly. Jack notices to and laughs softly.
"What is with you and…" he pauses to briefly lick both of my pale pink nipples, making me arch my back and gasp. "…freak weather conditions" he finishes.
I give a breathy laugh which finishes in a moan as I feel him softly rub what has been previously untouched. He takes advantage of my temporary weakness by flipping over so he is lying on top of me, not straddling my waist this time, but outing himself either side of my thighs so he is effectively kneeling over me. He nuzzles my neck with one hand whilst his right remains preoccupied with playing with me, I groan as I feel him slide a slender finger inside me, I raise my chest, offering myself to him as he presses into me hard and slowly. I whimper as he slides a second in, the snow starts to fall a bit heavily, it gets caught in Frosts eyelashes and sit there, like dew on a flower. The heat insides me grows, until I feel like the flames are burning me on the inside and out. I cry out in ecstasy as he nibbles and kisses my neck and breasts, I feel myself getting closer, and, believe me, I want to return the favour, I reach out blindly and grab him, I feel him still and I let go, fearing I had done something wrong. He stared at me with unrestrained lust in his eyes.
"Don't stop." He growls. I moan softly at his words and slowly start to stroke him, I hear him groan and push into me harder, we both stop and look into each other's eyes as the snow starts to form a small blizzard, he takes his fingers out from me and I let go of him, wordlessly, we convey our need for each other, our longing, our lust. He positions himself at my entrance, and gently, slowly, pushes in. I cry out as pain flickers across my face, but it is quickly gone, I grab his snowy white hair and kiss him, Hard and passionately, conveying my dark desire for him through my lips as he thrusts into me, softly at first then harder as we both start to moan louder and louder, I bite his lip hard and he nips mine, hard enough to draw blood which he licks up appreciatively, making me groan, I place my hand on his chest and accidently freeze his chest a little, just enough to cover my handprint in a fine web of frost, fearing that I hurt him, I look up at him and what I find is not pain, indeed, he thrusts into me harder than before. The heat and fire is climbing higher and higher, both of us racing towards the end and sweet oblivion. I fall first, the heat exploding in my mind's eye making me stiffen and cry out, he not long after, he collapses on top of me, my eyes flutter open and a weak smile prays on my lips.
The room is covered in snowflakes.