It had been a couple days since Jack (literally) had run into Jezebel. He had gone about his regular business: He gave the town the snow he had promised; he sent a blizzard over New England that had closed school for almost a full week; and he had frozen all of the car doors shut in an Indiana town just for the fun of it.
And all the while he had been thinking about her. When Jack was honest with himself, he would admit he had most definitely been attracted to her. But in what way? He was always attracted to other spirits, mostly because he liked having company. He was drawn to children, but that was because of his center. With Jezebel, he suspected it was more. He kept thinking about her messy hair, and how pretty he thought she was.
Jack had had crushes in the past. Not that he could really remember them. After the battle with Pitch he had more time to go through his memories. He had watched as his human self had followed after a couple of girls, giving them flowers he had picked (usually from a neighbor's garden) or holding their hands as they walked through the woods. He had even kissed two of them.
When Jack watched himself kiss the girls, he had felt a knot in his stomach. He felt sad he couldn't remember these moments. He certainly looked like he was enjoying them, going by the punch-drunk smile he saw on his face after he pulled away from his "girlfriends."
But that was all he had ever done. Chaste kisses, usually out in the woods where no one would see. Before he had fallen through the ice, he had just about reached the age when he knew he would be expected for court more formally. And he had been taught that doing anything more before he was married was very, very bad.
Jack knew about sex. His father had taken him out by the meat smoking shed when he was 14 and had explained the facts of life to him. But his knowledge was very rudimentary. Insert Tab A into Slot B … and voila! Baby.
And then 4 years later he died. Once he became the Jack Frost, he became unconcerned with girls or kisses or anything like that. He had better things to do! Snowball fights, freezing lakes, and causing snow days wholly occupied his mind.
Until he met Jezebel. He had, quite frankly, been shocked that anyone – especially a girl – could be so cavalier about sex.
After a week he decided he wanted to see her again, so he sought out Cupid.
"Oh, Jack. Be careful around her," Cupid sighed when Jack asked him where he could find Jezebel. "She can be … hard to handle."
"What do you mean? I can handle anything," Jack boasted, twirling his staff, though to tell the truth he was a little nervous.
"Jack, think of yourself. What do you protect? Your center?"
"Fun, of course."
Cupid nodded. "Yes, and what do people experience when they're around you?"
"Uh … fun?" Jack said tentatively.
"Exactly," said Cupid. "So think about it. If most people feel like having fun around the Spirit of Fun, how do you think Jezebel makes people feel?"
"Oh, I get it," Jack said. "But I'll be ok. I am a guardian after all. And besides, feeling lustful," the word felt weird in his mouth, "isn't so dangerous."
"Fine, Jack. But I will tell you this: Love and Lust may be different things, but people can act just as crazy when they're feeling lust as they do when they're in love."
Jack rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, ok, I got it. So how do I find her?"
Cupid told him, and after saying goodbye he was off.
Some time later, Jack landed at Jezebel's house. It was a simple cottage in the middle of the woods. He knocked on the red door, but no one answered. Determined, he tried the knob and found it was open. He let himself inside, deciding to wait for her to get home.
As he waited, he wandered around her house, picking up knick knacks and examining them. She seemed to have a thing for cherries, as they adorned several items in the house. Jack walked over to her bookshelf and peered at the volumes. He didn't recognize any of the titles. Taking one out, he looked at the cover. There was a scantily clad woman lying on a bed while a large, brawny man hovered over her, one of his hands resting on her chest. The title read "Midnight in the House of Sin." Jack blushed and put the book back.
Jack then walked over to a small room next to the door. Inside he found several sacks filled with what appeared to be different colored dust. Each sat beneath a neatly labeled sign. Jack read their titles: One-night stand; Friends with benefits; Under the influence; and so on. He didn't understand most of what he was reading, but it gave him a great idea for a prank. He'd switch the labels so that none of the bags matched!
Chuckling to himself, he grabbed the label that read "Kink (all sorts)" and was ready to put it over the bag that currently read "First time (extra courage)" when he heard a voice behind him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Unless you want me to throw some of that powder your way."