TOMORROW'S MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! Well, I still have to go in for four more exams, but hey ho. Sorry If this Chapters a bit shorter than recent ones guys but I hope you enjoy reading all the same :)
(Jacks P.o.V)
Everything hurt! He was so aggressive and violent yesterday that it felt like all my insides had been imapled. There were very visible bruises located on sections of my body. Some would be hiden by my clothing, but a lot of them were on my neck and there was a very bad reddish, purple mark on the corner of my lip from the biting. I look over at Pitch lying next to me in the silk sheets. He was so peaceful. Yesterday his face was contorted into a sexy look of pleasure, lust and exhaustion. I'd left a few marks on him, but not many. The only really visible one was frost bite on his right shoulder that happened when I got a little too in over my head. But that would be covered by his robes, so he would look presentable like always. Me however? I was gonna look like a total mess. I reach forward and move a strand of charcoal hair out of his face. I pull away after, but his hand darts forward and, giving me a heart attack, grips my wrist. He carefully pulls my fingers to his lips and his tongue smoothed over my fingertips, kissing afterward.
"Morning." I greet. He smirks at me.
"Tired?" He questions. So it was visible then.
"And your not?" I inquire.
"No." He chuckles. I move slightly to my side, but quickly stop and wince in pain.
"Today is going to be difficult for you." Pitch grins wickedly. Yeah, now he was fully open to going to the pole. I look disapprovingly toward him and he rolls out of bed, shadows encasing and dressing him. I, slowly, get from under the sheets and off the mattress. Dragging myself over to the chair, I reach for my clothes, but cry out slightly. Pitch reaches forward and takes hold of my hoodie.
"Here." He soothes. Slipping the hoodie over my head, purposefully tuning his fingers over my skin as he pulls the fabric down. He helps me change and hands me my staff. I go to walk through the door, but he pulls me into his arms and hoists me up, carrying me bridal style.
"Hello?" I hear Tooth call. So the torture starts now. She watches as Pitch walks over to her, me still wrapped in his arms. She looks taken a back at first, finding it best not to ask.
"I called, but you didn't answer." She says, referring to the snow globe. I, carefully, reach into my pocket, but quickly discover why I didn't receive her call. I pulls some shards of the broken snow globe from my pocket and I can feel the colour drain from my face. I feel a quiet laugh emit from Pitch.
"You need to remember to take that out of your pocket next time." He smirks.
"North is gonna kill me!" I whine. I can hear Pitch stifle a laugh, as he sets me down on my own two feet. I grimace in pain as my legs wobble and I'm forced to use my staff to hold me up. I rest my head against it a breathe out heavily, already exhausted and the day hadn't properly started yet. Tooth gives me a worried glance, but I just look at her with a look that tells her to ignore it and I'm fine.
"Are we ready to go?" Tooth grins, flying back toward the entrance slightly.
"Absolutely, right Jacky?" Pitch smirks, walking past me and over to Tooth.
"Unghh." I groan, carefully shuffling over to them. Once again, Pitch's arm hits the back of my knees and sweeps me into his lift. I whimper in pain at the sudden force affecting my insides.
"You making this a lot more dramatic than it needs to be." Pitch mutters. I glare up at him slightly and, once again, he stifles a laugh.
I look up at the large oak doors of the Workshop. I really wasn't looking forward to this. Pushing open the doors, Tooth flutters in calling the other Guardians,Pitch cautiously following and me almost limping behind.
"Ah Pitch, welcome to pole." North calls, descending the stairs. I can hear Pitch grunt slightly, unsatisfied. I would nudge him in disapproval, but it hurts to much. The pains were getting worse the more I moved, abdominal pains being the worst.
"Tooth has told me about relationship with Jack. We are all very happy for two of you!" North congratulates, gripping the two of us in a bone crushing hug. I restrain the pained screams that want to escape my lips and replace it with a face twisted into excruciating pain. When he, finally releases us, I grip my staff tightly and find myself relying on it more than a moments before.
"Yet, I don't trust you anymore than I can throw ya." Bunny scowls, entering the little gathering with Sandy. I see Sandy nudge the rabbit in warning, but I've already seen Pitch flare up.
"It's not your relationship Rabbit. I couldn't care about your opinion." Pitch snarls.
"Bunny, there is no need for nasty talk! We all show support toward their choices." North warns, glaring at the pooka.
"Have the past six hundred years just escaped your memory North?!" Bunny exclaims.
"And people cannot change?" North retaliates.
"Unlike you, I know how to change and was willing for Jack." Pitch argues with Bunny. The argument doesn't stop their, but it does then into a child's argument where the two are just throwing stupid insults at each other and the other Guardians are trying to prevent the fight from escalating. I see my vision blur slightly and everything darkness for a second.
"P-Pitch." I breathe, desperate to get his attention, to get help. The pain in my body had reached excruciating and was taking its toll on me. The sex was the most enjoyable thing I've ever felt and endured, but I think he took it too many notches too high too quickly. I was exhausted still, which wasn't helping, and everything felt ten times harder than it was throughout the day so far.
"Pitch." I try again, but he's too involved in his argument. I feel my legs shake slightly, gripping my staff to hold me up. But it's too late, my legs buckle, my staff falls from my grip and the floor begins to get closer to me. In a split second, just before I reach the wooden slats, two hand are on my chest and turn me over carefully, pulling me into his chest. Holding me in a way that I didn't have to strain to keep upright and my legs were lying comfortably on the floor, Pitch looks down at me.
"Are you ok Jack?!" He exclaims, his hands smoothing through my hair.
"Not so rough next time." I breathe, a slight smile etching into my face. He laughs slightly with relief.
"Maybe you should take him to bed. His rooms upstairs, third door to your left." Tooth informs, as Pitch stands, holding me in his arms.
Hope you enjoyed. Sorry if it was a bit shorter than usual but please review all the same :) Thanks