Smut warning! It's not as bad as it will be though. This is just a taste.


Jack had been quiet for some time when Merida finally decided to roll over. Her hands itched to touch him, though she flushed at such a wanton thought. She shifted her body away from his, hoping to quell the tempting idea. Instead, she only accomplished in pulling the furs too far. She could tell he was deep in sleep as he grumbled slightly about the cold.

How he slept, was a mystery to her. She was feeling a heat she had never experienced before. A need had begun to build the moment he quietly slipped under the long dark fur. Her skin was too hot and her clothes were much too tight. She was all around uncomfortable. Merida made to stand, to take a few calming breaths, when she felt his hand, then his arm, slither through hers as she lay on her side. His strong appendage pulled her close to his body.

And oh, did she fit. Her bottom against his loins, back to chest. His face nuzzled her hair and neck, making her squirm slightly from the intimacy of the action. She loved it. He hummed her name, clearly still asleep. He was thinking about her, even now. The thought made her grin, cheeks flaming and heart thumping.

She eventually did fall asleep, her hand resting on his as it cradled her waist. She dreamt of a boy, flying through the sky on the winds of snow. He laughed and smiled as he laced the world below with beautiful frost, shining like the ashes of diamonds. She was next to him then, flying up and over the sea, through forests. She saw lights like starts from the darkened earth, structures of stone so tall the touched the clouds. She looked to the dream Jack. He was still smiling, though now it was a sad smile. Her feet were on solid ground again and he was drifting away, far beyond her sight.

The woods around her camp echoed with the "NO." she had screamed. Her feet were trying to struggle, but there was a strong hold on her waist, a hand on her cheek.

"Merida, shhhh. It's ok." He was humming, the real Jack was holding her tight, not floating away from her. She knew she'd never let him go. Not now.

"Bad dream." She choked out, not realizing until now, she had been crying. Och, now that's not very attractive. But his soft fingers were smoothing the tears away, his body propped up on his elbow. She lay on her back, looking up into concerned eyes of stormy sea blue. The dream was so real. She had felt the winds in her bones. But she was here. In this place she created with the real boy. The real Jack. Had she only just found him? Don't float away, she thought fearfully.

Gingerly, she lifter her own hands to cup his face. He was startled by the movement, but did not pull away. She had to be brave, to have courage to take what she wanted. Now, it all depended on what he wanted.

Putting her fears aside, she pulled him down. She closed her eyes and decided that whatever was to happen, she'd not regret anything.

Soft as a flowers petal, she felt their lips meet. His hand had stilled, cupping her neck. Jack sighed against her mouth, and she groaned in response. He tilted his head and kissed her this time. His silky mouth caressing hers, causing the flames to stir once again.

With all the abandon of a free woman, she gripped his face and kissed back. Their tender connection turning into a slow, but fierce battle of who could kiss more fervently. Merida really didn't care who won, so long as it never ended.

But end it did, as Jack pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers and kept his eyes closed. She couldn't read his expression even if she tried.

"I've never kissed anyone before." He muttered, his deep voice rumbling her chest in a pleasing way. But it was his words that were more pleasant.

"Nor have I." She admitted, as she nervously played with the strings attached to his curious blue top. "Was that good?" she muttered, mortified that she had said it out loud.

He laughed as he dropped his head next to hers, though the move only served in making their torsos flush. She was sure he was torturing her.

"I'm no pro, but I think-" He started, the hand that rested against her check and neck, pulled her face to look at him. His eyes were open now, though they were bright with something unrecognizable. "I think, as long as you are ok with it, that I'd like a second try." His half-smile made him look too charming.

"That would be wise." She muttered, playing along. Her eyes darted to his lips as he licked them unconsciously.

"For science." He whispered, his face only an inch from hers.

"Jack." She pleaded, not knowing exactly what she wanted, but knowing that he had it. No more words were needed to be said, as his lips on her, pressing her down. Her fingers curled around the soft fabric of his tunic, pulling him as close as she could have him. His arms were now on either side of her head, as he held himself up. But still, she wanted more contact. Something unidentified.

"I need more, Jack." She pleaded, her core swirling with foreign heat as it licked her limps.

"But we are strangers." He grunted out. She wasn't sure who he was trying to convince. Surely it wasn't her.

"Doesn't matter." She bit out, lifting her hips in a primal way. She felt the friction as she rubbed against his hardness. That's what she needed. To be good, and properly bedded.

"Merida." He moaned against her ear. Even this made her heart jump, her hands clench. He was causing her body to move and melt in a way she knew must be purely sinful. And wonderful.

"I want this more than you ken." She whispered against his mouth as she turned her head. She was going to have to lead the way if she were to get what she wanted. Her hands lifted, though they felt detached from her. Her fingers were shaking as she undid the buttons of her vest, then her blouse. He had pulled back, but only slightly. His eyes leaving her fingers, only to search her face. She winked at him and discovered his blush to be as exciting as the fact that she was nearly exposed.

Before she could pull the fabric apart, his hands came up to grasp hers. Had she been wrong? Maybe he didn't want this.

But as soon as she thought it, he put her hands above her head. His fingers traced slow, torturous paths down her neck and across her collar bone. Her breath hitched when one finger ran under the cloth, rubbing the tender flesh beneath her breast. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, though she couldn't help the moan escape when his hand replaced the single curious finger. He was cupping her, while still underneath the offending cloth. She hated it then, the stupid blouse. Trying to gain her freedom, she arched her back, finally exposing herself to the cold night air.

His face glowed in the dying firelight. Eyes full of the most erotic appreciation she had ever seen. He looked hungry. But he didn't move, not a single finger. She tried to mover her hands, but found it detained lightly in his. She watched with growing impatience as he licked his dusky lips once again. The heat now pooling below her stomach.

"Beautiful." He whispered so softly she was sure he hadn't really spoken. And then his mouth replaced his hand with lighting speed. She did cry out then, as his warm, wet tongue glided across her already sensitive nipple. She arched her back into him, needing more of this pain. He obliged as he took the bud into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling it until her hips lifted from the sensations.

She was floating in a world of touches, heat, and need. She didn't notice his hand was no longer holding hers until she felt him release her breast from his suckling mouth.

She whimpered at the loss, but was relieved to see him throwing off his own garment. She could see the pale body, lean and toned. He was broad of shoulder and slim of waist. Her fingers, finally able to touch, did just that. He sat back on his heels between her legs, as she ran her digits along the curves of his muscles. She rubbed the smooth of his chest, feeling soft, short hairs. She felt him tense when she ran her nails down his lower abdomen.

Merida did not want to wait any longer. Not when this spirit of fun was so willing to let her have her way with him. She sat up and tossed off the remains of her top. With a speed and hunger that matched his, she was kissing him again. Their hands and mouths fighting for control. His finger curled against the base of her neck, causing her head to tilt back ever so slightly.

He must know exactly what he was doing, because he had her flat on her back once again, but this time, his lower half was flush against hers. He was grinding along her center, his manhood hard and pressing. She felt every inch of him through the fabric and wanted to scream.

His hands left her hair to grasp her breasts. He pinched the erect nipples, making her curse. She would find a way to make him pay for this torture. But right now, there was something building. She was being lifted as he continued to thrust against her. Her trousers wet with passion, she could almost feel the slide of him.

And then he skimmed his tongue between her lips, tasting her lust. She replied with her own attack and was met with a groan that set her over the edge.

Her hands clenched his hips as she thrust in time with his. Over and up and now she was moaning his name. Her body convulsed on waves of pleasure and she felt him stiffen and jerk, finding his own release.

After their breathing had calmed and her heart no longer sounded as it were going to jump from her breast, she shyly looked up. His eyes were on hers, searching again. His cheeks were pink and there was a shine to his skin, a thin layer of sweat. It was an intoxicating sight. One she hoped to get used to.

With all the bravery she could muster, she beamed widely at him. He chuckled in response, sending the vibrations through their still connected chests. Merida leaned up to kiss his swollen lips in a silent thank you.

She was however, so incredibly tired. It was the sort of sleepiness that only lovers knew and she was feeling the need to drift away from this world into the calming peacefulness of sleep.

She rolled over, taking Jack with her. They were in the same position as before, but this time it was different. He was holding her not from sleep, but from the comfort of their desire. He even nuzzled her hair and mumbled a goodnight.

And indeed it was. She floated to sleep with the hands of a spirit around her waist.


NOW YOU HAVE TO TELL ME HOW I DID!

I have never written smut for anyone other than close friends so... reviews please.

Next chapter will be a mostly Jack chapter so no fears. He'll have a lot to think on the matter.

Love you all!

-MoonandWinter