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Chapter VI

Jack is running both his hands through his hair.

-I don't understand why you didn't tell me.

-The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.

- I knew you were inexperienced, but I've never thought you were a virgin. May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from me?

-Of course I have. – she was affronted. Okay… maybe twice.

-And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feet? I just don't understand. You're twenty-two. You're beautiful. – Jack sighs.

-How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please.

She shrugs.

-I have a lot of work, Jack. I have a busy life and I'm a private person. I just met man for business, like I met you.

-Do you want me to go? - he asks, his voice is gentle.

-No, unless you want to go. – she murmurs. Oh no… I don't want you to leave.

-Of course not. I like spending time with you. - he frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch. - It's late. - and he turns to look at her.

-You're biting your lip. – his voice is rough, and he's eyeing Elsa speculatively.

-Sorry.

-Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it too, hard.

She gasps. How can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.

-Come. - he murmurs.

-What?

-We're going to rectify the situation right now.

-What do you mean? What situation?

-Your situation. Elsa, I'm going to make love to you, now.

The floor has fallen away.

-That's if you want to, I mean, I don't want to push my luck.

Elsa's mouth drops open.

-I really want to make love to you. Please, come to bed with me.

His blue gaze is intense.

Oh my… wishes do come true.

-I want you. I've wanted you since I fell into your office, and I know you want me. Please, Elsa, spend the night with me.

His eyes are bright, fervent and excited. He pulls her up into his arms so she can feel the length of his body against her. This swift action takes her by surprise. He runs his fingers round the nape of Elsa's neck and gently pulls her hair so she is forced to look up at him. He gazes down at her.

-You are one brave young woman. - he whispers - I am in awe of you.

He leans down and kisses her lips gently, and he sucks at her lower lip.

-I want to bite this lip. - he murmurs against Elsa's mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.

Elsa moans, and he smiles.

-Please Elsa, let me make love to you.

-Yes. – she whispers.

That's why she is here, with him tonight. His smile is triumphant as he releases her and takes her hand and leads her through the apartment to find her room.

Her bedroom is vast. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up, high-rise New York. The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, made of rough, brown wood.

This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it, with none other than Jack Frost. Her breath is shallow, and she can't take her eyes off him.

He removes his watch and places it on top of a chest of drawers that matches the bed. He's dressed in his white linen shirt, a tie and black suit pants.

He is heart-stopping beautiful. His light white hair is a mess, his shirt is hanging out, and his blue eyes are bold and dazzling. He steps out of his dark classic shoes.

Turning, he gazes at her, his expression soft.

-I assume you're not on the pill.

-Top drawer. – whispers Elsa.

-What?

-Open the top drawer of the chest.

He opens the drawer of the chest and finds a packet of condoms. He smirks. He removes the packet of condoms. He gazes at her intently.

-Be prepared. - he murmurs.

He strolls slowly toward Elsa. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and her heart begin to pound. He stands in front of her, staring down into her eyes. He's so freaking hot.

-Do you have any idea how much I want you, Elsa Frozen? - he whispers.

Her breath hitches. She cannot take her eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down her cheek to her chin.

She wants to close her eyes, but she's hypnotized by his blue eyes staring fervently into hers. Leaning down, he kisses her. His lips are demanding, firm. He starts unzipping Elsa's dress while he kisses her across her jaw, her chin, and the corners of her mouth. Slowly he holds her dress sleeves and slides it off her shoulders, showing her pale blue ice perfect-fit bra. He stands back and gazes at her.

-Oh, Elsa. - he breathes - I want to kiss every single inch of your skin.

Oh my…I will do anything he wants.

-I like blondes. - he murmurs.

Both of his hands are in her hair, grasping each side of her head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing hers. She moans, and her tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around her and hauls her against his body, squeezing her tightly. One hand remains in her hair, the other travels down her spine to her waist and down to her behind. His hand flexes over her backside and squeezes gently.

Jack holds her against his hips, and she feels his erection, which he languidly pushes into her. Elsa moans once more into his mouth. Gripping his upper arms, she feels his biceps. He's surprisingly strong… muscular. Tentatively, she moves her hands up to his face and into his hair. It's so soft, unruly. She tugs gently, and Jack groans.

He eases her towards the bed, until she feels it behind her knees. He releases her and suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs her hips with both his hands and lifts the bottom of her dress to her waist. His tongue is around her navel, and then gently nips his way to her hipbone, then across her belly to her other hipbone.

She groans. That feels so good.

Seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling his mouth on her, it's so unexpected…and hot. Her hands stay in his hair, pulling gently. He gazes up at her, his eyes a scorching smoky blue.

He leisurely pulls down her dress, without taking his eyes off hers, his hands move through her waist, skimming her and moving to her behind. His hands glide slowly down her backside to her thighs.

I cannot look away.

He stops and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact. He leans forward, running his nose up the apex between her thighs. I feel him. There.

He reaches up and tugs the duvet off the bed, then pushes her gently so Elsa falls on to the mattress.

Still kneeling, he grasps her foot and pulls off her stiletto. She rises up on her elbows to see what he's doing. She's panting… wanting. He lifts her foot and runs his thumbnail up her instep.

Not taking his eyes off hers, again he runs his tongue along her instep and then his teeth. Shit. She groans… how can I feel this, there? Jack chuckles.

-How can an ice queen be so sensitive? - Jack whispers.

He removes her other stiletto then stands and removes her dress. Elsa's lying on her bed dressed only in her bra and panties, and he's staring down at her.

-You're very beautiful, Elsa Frozen.

Holy shit. His words. He's so seductive. He takes my breath away.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly and peels it off him and lets it fall to the floor. He gets rid of his blue-sky tie and throws it to the floor. He undoes the buttons of his pants and slowly pulls his pants down, his eyes on hers the whole time. He leans down over her and, grasping each of her ankles, quickly jerks her legs apart and crawls onto the bed between her legs. He hovers over her. Then he leans down and kisses the inside of her thigh, trailing kisses up, over the thin material of her panties, kissing her. He trails kisses up her belly, and his tongue dips into her navel. Still, he's heading north, kissing her across her torso.

Elsa is clawing at the sheet beneath her. He lay down beside her and his hand trails up from her hip, to her waist, and up to her breast. He gazes down at her, his expression unreadable, and gently cups her breast.

He dips his index finger into the cup of her bra and gently yanks it down freeing my breast, but the under wire and fabric of the cup force it upward. His finger moves to her other breast and repeats the process. Jack kisses Elsa.

Then his hand moves down her waist, to her hips, and then cups her, intimately. Jeez. His finger slips through the fine lace and makes slowly circles around her. There. Briefly he closes his eyes, and his breathing hitches.

-I'm going to do this so it won't hurt you so much when the real thing begins… - Jack whispers.

Jack thrusts his finger inside her, and Elsa cries out as he does it again and again. He pushes inside her harder and harder still. She groans.

Suddenly, he sits up and tugs her panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom, and then he moves between her legs, spreading them further apart.

He kneels up and pulls a condom on to his considerable length. Oh no…Will it? How?

-Don't worry. - Jack breathes, his eyes on hers - You expand too. Besides, you're lubricated and that helps.

He leans down, his hands on either side of her head, so he's hovering over her, staring down into her eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning.

-You really want to do this? - Jack asks softly.

-Yes.– says Elsa.

-I'm going in, Miss Frozen. – Jack murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of her sex.

-Now. - he whispers, and he slams into her.

-Aargh! – Elsa cries as she feels a weird pinching sensation deep inside her as Jack rips through her virginity.

He is still, gazing down at her, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph. His mouth is open slightly, and his breathing is harsh. Jack groans.

-You're so tight. You okay?

Elsa nods, her eyes wide, her hands on his forearms. She feels so full. Jack stays still, letting Elsa acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside her.

-I'm going to move, Elsa. - Jack breathes after a moment, his voice tight.

He eases back with exquisite slowness. And he closes his eyes and groans, and thrusts into her again. Elsa cries out a second time.

-More? - Jack whispers, his voice raw.

-Yes. - Elsa breathes.

He does it once more, and stills again. She groans. Her body is accepting him. Oh, I want this.

-Again? - he breathes.

-Yes. – Elsa demands.

And he moves, but this time he doesn't stop. He shifts onto his elbows so she can feel his weight on her, holding her down. Jack moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of her. She grows accustomed to the alien feeling, and her hips move tentatively to meet his. He speeds up. She moans, and he pounds on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm, and she keeps up, meeting his thrusts. Jack grasps her head between his hands and kisses Elsa hard, his teeth pulling at her lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and she feels something building deep inside her. She starts to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. Elsa's body quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over her. Oh my… I didn't know it would feel like this… didn't know it could feel as good as this. Elsa thoughts are scattering. There's only sensation, only Jack, only her.

-Come on, Elsa. - Jack whispers breathlessly.

She unravels at his words, exploding around him as she climax and splinters into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes, he calls out her name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into her.

Elsa's still panting, trying to slow her breathing, her thumping heart, and her thoughts are in riotous disarray. Wow… that was astounding. She opens her eyes, and Jack has his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Jack's eyes flicker open and gaze down at Elsa. He's still inside her. Leaning down, he gently presses a kiss against her forehead then slowly pulls out of her.

-Ooh. – she winces at the unfamiliarity.

-Did I hurt you? - Jack asks as he lies down beside Elsa propped on one elbow.

His eyes are intense, probing, demanding even. She stretches out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, her bones like jelly, but she's relaxed, deeply relaxed. She grins at him. Now I know what all the fuss is about. I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released so violently, so gratifyingly.

-You're biting your lip, and you haven't answered me. - Jack's frowning.

Elsa grins up at him impishly. Jack looks glorious with his tousled hair, burning narrowed blue eyes, and a serious, dark expression.

- The pleasure was indescribable. I'd like to do that again. - she whispers.

For a moment, Elsa thinks she saw a fleeting look of relief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at her through hooded eyes.

-Would you now, Miss Frozen? - Jack murmurs dryly.

He leans down and kisses her very gently at the corner of her mouth.

-Demanding little thing, aren't you. Turn on your front.

Elsa blinks at him momentarily, and then she turns over. He unhooks her bra and runs his hand down her back to her behind.

-You want to do it again, and because I'm such a nice guy, I'll follow your orders. – Jack murmurs.

He shifts so that one of his legs pushes between hers, and he's half lying across her back. Jack gathers her hair off her face and kisses her bare shoulder.

Jack lies back down on Elsa.

-So you still want me to do it again? - Jack whispers in Elsa's ear.

He begins to trail feather light kisses around her ear and down her neck. His hand moves down, skimming her waist, over her hip, and down her thigh to the back of her knee. He pushes her knee up higher. Oh my, what's he doing now? He shifts so he's between her legs, pressed against her back, and his hand travels up her thigh to her behind. He caresses her cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers down between her legs.

-I'm going to take you from behind, Elsa. - Jack murmurs.

With his other hand, he grasps her hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding her in place. Elsa cannot move her head. She is pinioned beneath him, helpless.

Elsa feels his growing erection against her thigh. His long fingers reach round to gently massage her clitoris, circling slowly. His breath is soft against her face as he slowly nips her along her jaw.

-You smell divine. - Jack nuzzles behind her ear.

His hand rubs against her, round and round. Reflexively, her hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through her blood like adrenaline.

Jack inserts his thumb inside her, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of her vagina. The effect is mind-blowing

Elsa moans.

His teeth are grazing her outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling. Elsa closes her eyes, trying to keep her breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on her, fire coursing through her body. Elsa moans again.

-So responsive. - Jack whispers.

Elsa wants to stiffen her legs, but she can't move. He's pinning her down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. Elsa moans again, and he moves suddenly. He leans down, his weight on her again, and he grabs her hair holding her head immobile. She cannot move. Elsa is enticingly ensnared by him, and he's poised and ready to take her once more.

-We're going to go real slow this time, Elsa. I don't want to hurt you. - Jack breathes.

And slowly he eases into her, slowly, slowly, until he's buried in her. She groans loudly. She groans again, and he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in.

He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving her insane. His teasing, deliberately slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.

-You feel so good. - Jack groans.

Elsa's insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits.

-No, Elsa, not yet. - Jack murmurs.

He starts the whole delicious process again.

I'm not sure I can take much more.

-I want you sore. - Jack murmurs.

He continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward.

-Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. It's an honour.

Elsa groans.

-Please, Jack. - Elsa whispers.

-What do you want, Elsa?

She groans again. He pulls out and moves slowly back into her, circling his hips once more.

-Tell me. - Jack murmurs.

-You, please.

He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. Her insides start quickening, and Jack picks up the rhythm.

-You are so sweet. - Jack murmurs between each thrust – I want you so much.

Elsa moans.

-Come on. – Jack growls.

His words are my undoing, tipping her over the precipice. Her body convulses around him, and she comes, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress, and Jack follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into her as he finds his release. He collapses on top of her, his face in her hair.

-Fuck, Elsa. - Jack breathes.

He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. They both fall asleep, exhausted.


When Jack wakes up, it's still dark. He has no idea how long he had slept. Elsa is nowhere to be seen. He sits up, staring out at the cityscape in front of him. He hears music. The lilting notes of the piano, a sad, sweet lament. Jack wraps a towel from the bathroom around his waist and quietly pads down the corridor toward the big room.

Elsa is at the piano, completely lost in the music she's playing. Her expression is sad and forlorn, like the music. Her playing is stunning. Leaning against the wall at the entrance, Jack listen enraptured. She's such an accomplished musician. She sits with the white duvet wrapped around her. Her body bathed in the warm light cast by a solitary freestanding lamp beside the piano. With the rest of the large room in darkness, it's like she's in her own isolated little pool of light, untouchable, lonely, in a bubble.

He pads quietly toward her. He's mesmerized watching her skilled fingers as they find and gently press the keys. She glances up; her unfathomable blue eyes bright, her expression unreadable.

-Sorry. – Jack whispers - I didn't mean to disturb you.

A frown flits across her face.

-Surely, I should be saying that to you. - she murmurs.

She stops playing. She's wearing her underwear. She runs her fingers through her hair and stands. Elsa looks at Jack. The towel hangs from his hips. Elsa's mouth goes dry and she strolls around the piano towards him. Jack has broad shoulders, narrow hips, and his abdominal muscles are amazing. He really is stunning.

-You should be in bed. - she admonishes.

-That was a beautiful piece. What is it?

-Something I wrote…

-It was exquisite, but very sad.

His lips quirk up in a half smile.

-That was just the beginning of the song.

-How is it called?

-"Let it go". Now, bed. – she orders.

-I woke up and you weren't there.

-I find it difficult to sleep, and I'm not used to sleeping with anyone. - she murmurs.

Jack can't fathom her mood. She seems a little despondent, but it's difficult to tell in the darkness. Perhaps it was the tone of the piece she was playing. She grabs Jack's hand and gently walks him back to the bedroom.

-How long have you been playing? You play beautifully.

-Since I was four.

Jack imagines Elsa as a four-year-old girl. A beautiful, platinium-haired little girl with blue eyes.

-How long have you been composing?

-I started composing when my parents died.

Jack gets sad. I think I should have been quiet.

-How are you feeling? - Jack asks when they are back in the room.

She switches on a sidelight.

-I'm good.

They both glance down at the bed at the same time. There's blood on the sheets. The evidence of Elsa's lost virginity. She flushes, embarrassed, pulling the duvet tighter around her.

-Well, that's going to give Mrs. Smith something to think about. - Jack mutters.

He stands in front of Elsa. He puts his hand under her chin and tips her head back, staring down at her. His eyes are intense as he examines her face.

Immediately, she steps back out of his reach.

-Get into bed. - she says sharply - I'll come and lie down with you. - her voice softens.

Jack climbs back onto the bed. She clambers in beside him, trying not to think about the blood. Then Jack wraps his arms around her and Elsa is facing away from him. He kisses her hair gently, and he inhales deeply.

-Sleep, Jack. - she murmurs.

Jack closes his eyes, but he can't help feel a residual melancholy either from the music or his demeanour.

Elsa Frozen has a sad side.