Rating: T+ (lightly implied M)
Even though he was an immortal being, was it wrong for her to worship him as a god, as something that he clearly wasn't? The lines had been blurred far too much already to tell when it had been crossed. They were too far in to go back, anyways.
It must have been wrong; Rapunzel concluded as she waited anxiously on her bed, eyeing doorway in the dark room widened eyes. It still was wrong, the love between them, the meetings at night, like tonight, when the moonlight would creep in through small cracks into the tower as the winds howled against its stone walls. The blonde could feel her blood chill and the hairs on her exposed skin stand up.
She wouldn't have to wait much longer now. Her heart began to race faster as she thought of Jack, thought of what he would do to her as he had the previous nights, such as this one. He would worship her body as if she was the deity out of the two of them, as if she was the goddess, chilling her skin with his mouth and hands…and then her mind would vaguely recall the rest, but only in a dream-like state of mind.
There was rarely a night that went by when the spirit visited that they didn't pursue their bedroom ritual and quelling the annoying itch in their beings. They would then spend the other half of the night catching up with sleepy voices and heavy eyes. And then maybe they would light the spark once more, ruining themselves for each other all over again.
Another howling wind reached her ears…only she felt it this time as a cold breeze blew into the tower and fanned out with its spreading chill. Rapunzel immediately bolted up from her bed, standing there while clasping her hands together as she heard him coming closer with each step.
And then the curtain for her bedroom shifted and a pale figure wearing an all too familiar attire of a blue hoodie and a pair of brown pants appeared before her, their eyes locking. He slowly let the curtain drop behind him as he lowered his right hand and walked towards her. In the next second, he threw his staff blindly by her vanity and took quickened steps to reach her. She reached out for him and cupped his face with her hands, his going for her waist, and was then greeted by his chapped and rough lips assaulting her moist and smooth ones.
They broke apart, their lungs burning as their skin was being ignited by their touch and was slowly heating up with their foreheads resting upon each other. Rapunzel smiled, whispering a "I missed you," through a feint breath, her lips barely moving. Jack licked his lips before letting them trail down her jawline. A hoarse "I missed you, too" escaped the back of his throat.
The girl let herself be consumed by the passion of the evil deed once more, surrendering herself to her god. And with the wind howling, the moon shining brightly, and chill from his breath and touch, Rapunzel couldn't bring herself to care that one day she would grow old and shrivel up like a raisin. If she was with Jack Frost, then she wouldn't mind not having a complete absolution.
Rapunzel would settle for him being a rich wine which she couldn't bring herself to stop drinking as the bedroom hymns echoed in her head as they became her mantra.