Here it is guys. I was asked incredibly nicely from a few people to do a sequal to 'When Nightmares Attack'. However, I've been having major writer block, so I hope you find this ok ;) Please R&R afterward, I always look forward to hearing what you guys have to say!xx
The warmth from the sun presses against my cheeks and the stray grains of sand that are carried with the gusting wind hit against all the visible parts of my skin. Out of all the places, why did I have to walk here? Yet I know that is not the main question on my mind... Why did Pitch say those things to me? I thought we had a connection... I wipe away the sweat that is constantly falling from my forehead. I can't ask the wind for help anymore, nearly all the frost has melted from my jumper... I'm going to die here! In this godforsaken desert! I've already removed my hoodie and tied it around my waist. My trousers are rolled up as far as they can go and now closely resemble shorts. I can't take it anymore. Evern though we had that fight, I just want to be back in Pitch's arms. Him pulling me under protection, me joking around and making his face light up. My knees buckle and I collapse to the sandy floor. My face presses against the grains of golden torture. I notice a black grain close to my face... How much it reminded me of his nightmare sand. My eyes are barely staying open now. I'm slippiing through the very fabrics of life and reality, falling closer to the pit of death. I can feel a tear mix in with the equally salty water of my sweat. I just want Pitch! That's when I notice some of the sands shifting colours; from gold to a deep black. 'Looks like wishing does work.' I think to myself as Pitch emerges from the sand, running toward me as my eyes seal closed.
I can hear his voice, feel his embrace, smell his scent.
"North! I found Jack and he's dying! He needs urgent medical attention!" I hear him exclaim faintly. I can feel his arms under my knees and back, holding me up, but his touch seems so distant from my grasp. I clench my hand, that's closest to his chest, around the fabric of his robes. I'm lain down on what feels like a bed, the cold mattress sheets tingling against my skin. Pitch takes hold of my hand that has gripped a hold of his robes and delicately pulls it away, but keeps it held with his. I can hear distant talking that I think are the Guardians, but I can't make any sense of what they're saying. Pitch is the only one clear in my head.
"Jack if you can hear me, come back. Open your eyes!" He prompts. Open my eyes? I can't remember how to do that! I attempt to force them off, but they feel even tighter than before. I feel his luscious lips brush against the fingertips of the hand he is holding.
"Pitch." I mutter, desperate to see him again. I must've said it aloud because Pitch instantly reacts.
"Yes, Jack, I'm here! C'mon you can make it!" He urges. His pushes and guidance is helping. I crack my eyes open and am flooded by a bright light. I, slowly, start to gain my sight back as darkened figures become visible around me. One figure leans closer to my face and, gradually, I begin to recognize him. His blackened lips, golden eyes and jat black hair make the face of my caring lover.
"Jack, thank god!" Pitch smiles, relieved. I smile reasuringly up at him. This was the first smile I've directed at him... at anyone for at least two weeks now.
"He must rest now, so no... canoodling." North tells Pitch, pointing a stern finger at him. He leaves with the other Guardians and Yetis, but Pitch stays put and his hand is still clamped around mine. As soon as I hear the footsteps die, I lunge forward and sling my arms around Pitch. His arms quickly press around my back, returning the hug.
"I thought I'd lost you." Pitch whispers into my neck. Not many people realise how ticklish I am, so this causes me to roll my neck toward him.
"T-That tickles." I murmur, sliding my hands down to his sides and dis my fingertips in slightly. Pitch pulls away with quick reflexes and lets a laugh slip his lips.
"You want to play this game? Fine. I was trying to have a romantic, peaceful reunion with my icicle, but... If you choose this..." He smirks stalking back toward me.
"No...Pitch..." I beg, my eyes widening as his shadow casts over me. I am at the disadvantage here. He knows every tickle spot on my body... I only know three of his. Even if he did have more, I'm guaranteed to have most.
"Pitch, please don-!" I cry but am cut off at his hands crawling over my sides, neck, legs; everywhere that tickles! I begin to laugh hysterically and he smirks at how helpless I am under his touch. It starts to tickle under my skin and I begin to get goosebumps. I can't hold it back any longer, my laughs turn into screams of joy. I lean forward, arch my back, shift from side to side, anything to get away from the hands that are swerving over my pale, bare skin. I lean forward again but this time, Pitch is infront of my head and out lips just happen to collide. The tickling slows and his hands come to rest. My hands trail up his back and tangle in his hair. His tounge licks along my bottom lip and slips into my mouth when I give it chance. Our tongues dance and twirl with each others. This moment is so perfect, it seemed like the world slowed just so we could savour it. However, the world quickly speeds up again when the door to my left is flung open. Me and Pitch pull away from each other to see Bunnymund in the doorway. A horrified look merges on his face and a paw comes up ot cover his eyes.
"Crikey, that's one thing I wish I never saw." He complains.
"What do you want rabbit?" Pitch drones dully.
"We heard Jack scream, so I was sent up to see what the hell was going on... But I wish I came up with my eyes closed!" He replies. Pitch grips a pillow at my side.
"Now you know your answer, piss off!" He orders, throwing the pillow toward Bunny. It would've hit him square in the face if he didn't close the door in time.
"You don't have to be so mean to him." I remind the dark figure, running my fingers over the skin exposed by the gap in his robes.
"It was a one off. I would like to have a private moment with you without interuption." He replies, nipping and licking my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him better access, unable to hold back small whimpers and moans.
"What do you mean -ngh- a o-one off? You're a-lways fightin-g." I attempt to question, his tender touches proving to be more sensational than I can handle.
"When we had our argument, I began talking to the rabbit for advice on your actions. For instance: If I should say sorry or leave you to cool down first. Then when you left, Bunny, suprisingly, comforted me. Along with the other Guardians, obviously, but Bunny seemed to know more about my heart break... When I detected your fear again and brought you home, he helped me by escorting me and you through the tunnels." He explains to me. By this point he has pulled away from me and, leaning over me, is looking directly into my eyes. I can see how much pain and worry I had caused him. It hurt me to know that it was my own doing that he felt like that.
"Wait, why couldn't you use the shadows to get back?" I ask in an attempt to stop my tears from rising.
"It's the desert Jack. Heat affects you, sunlight affects me. I have to stay at least near the dark to stay in a stable condition. There was not a single shadow cast, other than our own, there. The Guardians tried to pursuade me to allow one of them to go, Bunny openly volunteered. But they all knew that I was the only one that would get to you fast enough. I sheltered you until Bunny showed up, by which point I could barely stand and you were barely alive. But we made it through." He explains to me, tears threatening to fall from both of out eyes. I wrap my arms around him tighter and pull him into my chest. His hands grip my shoulders and I feel his tears run over my bare chest. My own tears spill down my cheeks and dampen the pillow beneath my head.
"I love you." I whisper into his hair.
"I love you too." He replies into my chest, kissing the center of it afterward.
Thats the first Chapter done guys ^.^ Hope it's okay and that it doesn't seemed rushed our lacking detail. I really struggled with this but I'm finding that the story is writing itself now. Thanks for reading and R&R please :*