Chapter 3: Jack Frost + Rapunzel = Jackunzel
It was a hot night, almost a very hot and summer-ish night under Jack Frost's covers. He was used to the cold, but the way Rapunzel did her business with Jack was somewhat unfortunate. He was hugging Rapunzel under her bed covers by his shoulders, lying down. He was a very shifty person, meaning he jerks and moves around a lot under his bed. They were lying face to face with each other. Rapunzel's hair was somewhat funky and straight up while sleeping. Saliva slides down her mouth, and she was having a heck of a wet dream, mainly because of the way they were sweating. Plus, the covers were thick like the size of a block. They were making unfortunate moaning noises while they sleep, toss, and turn.
Rapunzel dreamed about what their wedding day would look like, with the perfect dress and extraordinary suit. She imagined, and ever since then imagined about their wedding night, her bride-to-be pushing her against the curtains, draping her in an extraordinary look, that picture of real, sweet, sophisticated grace. She even dreamed about their wedding cake, and imagined her cake was red velvet, the cake Rapunzel likes, and with moist, lime frosting, and two figures modeled in chocolate on top of the cake: the wed couple.
Then, she woke up from his extravagant dream to talk to Jack. "Hey, Jack? You awake?"
"I am now," said Jack lazily.
"Have you ever dreamed about our wedding night?" asked Rapunzel.
"Yeah. I imagined you having your thin, slim, puffed up dress, draped against the curtains, holding you and kissing you," responded Jack.
"And lying down on the bed and having pillow fights," added Rapunzel.
"And even making hearts with our hands over the balcony," added Jack.
"I even imagined about how my wedding ring would look like. Green emerald, with a hint of gold, or maybe red ruby, with a touch of silver," added Rapunzel.
"I like red ruby, though I never liked silver," replied Jack.
"You don't like silver? Why not?" asked Rapunzel.
"Because gold would lighten up my day," answered Jack.
"Really? You like green emerald, with a hint of gold?" questioned Rapunzel.
"Can I say something crazy?" asked Jack.
"I like crazy."
"Yes. I like red ruby, but I like green emerald more."
Rapunzel smiles, then goes back to her wet dream. The sounds of snoring filled the room and throughout the entire night.