TURNED
chapter 6
by Pseudonym P
Jake wakes with a sharp gasp and he has barely any time to register that he's in his own bedroom before lips press almost instantly into the skin of his neck.
"Hey," someone whispers into his ear, and he turns to face familiar blue eyes and pale hair and a gorgeous face, the moonlight casting a soft shadow on her face. "You okay?"
"Mm." Jack rubs a hand across his face. "What time is it?"
"One, maybe two in the morning." Elsa cuddles closer and Jack presses his cheek to her hair. "Listen," she starts, but Jack doesn't want to hear it. "Jack, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I'm—" she hesitates, and Jack decides to take the chance.
He rolls to his side and catches her, wrapping an arm around her waist and trapping her lips in a strong, devouring kiss, swallowing her gasps and moans and short little breaths, tongue massaging and tasting her, breathing her in. He pulls away when he feels like his lungs are about to collapse and Elsa is gasping for breath.
He tries to think of what to say, because he's desperate now, he's desperate and scared that she'll up and leave again and just… he just wants her to stay. To stay everyday for the rest of his life.
He's so fucking in love with her.
Jack's pretty much established that in the past year but, fuck, isn't love supposed to run out or something? You're supposed to get sick of it. You're supposed to not want the other person anymore after like, what, a year? Or two? That's why relationships turn shitty and marriages don't work out because you run out of feelings. But… Elsa.
Jack doesn't think that his feelings are ever gonna run out on her. He doesn't think he's going to get sick of blue eyes and pink lips and blond hair. He doesn't think he's not going to want Elsa and her body and her. It's been nearly three years later and he's still fucking in love with her.
He's still so fucking in love with her.
Fuck.
He's at a loss, so he just leans forward and murmurs for her to never leave him against her cheek, and she freezes for the slightest moment, but Jack picks it up. He's so attuned to her it's ridiculous.
"Elsa?" he asks when he pulls away, and her face is screwed up and sad and miserable.
"I'll only hurt you," is all she says, tears dripping from her eyes and leaking into the pillows of his bed.
Jack simple chuckles, low and pained. "And I'll only hurt you. I guess we're even."
Elsa looks like she's about to protest, he kisses her again and doesn't let her speak.
When she moans against his lips, his heart soars and he presses harder because, fuck, this is a miracle. He's not supposed to be this happy. His life's been happy then shitty then happy again, now, and he's sure it's a cycle. It's bound to turn shitty again at some point.
Elsa gasps and slips a hand into his boxers and he decides that fuck it, it doesn't matter. He'll deal with whatever his shitty life throws his way when it does.
For now, it's Elsa who matters.
They sort of fight that morning.
Elsa shakes her head, and Jack wants to just cross the shitty living room of his shitty apartment and have her, take her, kiss the only non-shitty thing in his shitty life.
"I should leave," she says again, and Jack snaps.
"Do you fucking know what you do when you leave?" he says, anger pulsing through his veins. Elsa's eyes flash with fear. "Do you—when you leave—when you leave me behind—" Jack chokes, and there's a familiar prickly feeling in his chest again. Almost instantly, Elsa is against him, lips against his and trying to swallow his words.
"Please don't," she says in between kisses. "Don't. Please don't."
"Don't what?" Jack rasps out, suddenly so tired.
"Just… calm down," Elsa whispers, her calm voice a stark difference from the desperate way her fingers trailed his body. "Calm down. I don't want to leave."
"Then why are you leaving?" he murmurs against her mouth.
Elsa pulls away and looks conflicted. "Because… I can't explain."
"That's a wonderful answer," Jack replies acidly, and Elsa glares.
"Look, you think this is easy for me?" she snaps. "Leaving—I don't want to do this. But I have to."
"But why?" Jack roars.
"You won't understand!"
"Bullshit," Jack snarls, before diving down to kiss her and push her down against the couch. He's tugging off her clothes and Elsa does nothing to stop it, because fuck, he knows she wants this, too. He knows that she wants to kiss him, to hold him, to fuck him as much as he makes her want to scream his name using his mouth and his fingers and his dick.
So why doesn't she let him?
Elsa rolls them over and practically attacks him with her mouth, hands knotting into his hair. A sharp feeling of pleasure spreads down his neck and he moans, loud and deep, fingers of one hand splayed out on her bare back and the other on her neck, his thumb lovingly rubbing her jaw. The passion of the moment rapidly weakens when she pulls away, and Jack just watches her.
She kisses him again, soft as a feather. "I want to tell you so many things."
"You can," he says, thumb still running over her jaw.
Elsa chuckles weakly. "I don't know where to start."
Jack hums, and silence covers them. "We never really talk," he says after a minute.
Elsa nods and presses her forehead to his. "We're better with sex than we are with conversation."
"Really?" Jack brings the hand that was splayed out on her back to her panty-clad ass. "Well, I think I'd like to be good at both."
"Like I said, I don't know where to start."
Jack nudges her cheek with his nose. "I do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He closes his eyes and take a deep breath. "I love you."
Elsa stops breathing and pulls away, eyes wide and disbelieving, staring at him. "You—I—"
Jack kisses her then, but Elsa refuses to give in. She tugs on his hair and he pulls away. "I love you," he repeats, blue eyes boring into her own, and Elsa's breath hitches in her throat again.
"Me?" she asks, almost shyly.
"Yeah," Jack breathes, leaning forward again to place a kiss on her jaw, trailing his mouth to her lips.
This time, Elsa surrenders.
The curtains are shut—at Elsa's insistence for some reason, but whatever, as long as she doesn't fucking leave again—and Jack walks back from the bathroom to find the girl—his girl, still lewdly sprawled across the bed. He drags his eyes from her satisfied face to her hands on her heaving chest and playing with her beaded nipples, down her slim torso to the wet prize at the apex of her thighs still dripping with his come.
The sight sends a sharp spark of arousal to his groin, and he groans. Elsa opens her eyes and smiles at him.
"Come here," she mouths, reaching one hand out towards him and Jack follows, crawling into the bed and nestling next to her, maximizing skin-on-skin contact.
She turns and kisses his naked chest, fingers running over his skin like it's trying to get familiar with every ridge of his torso. "We never got to talk," she whispers against his collar.
"Mm."
Elsa chuckles, because she knows Jack isn't listening. She decides to up her game by dragging her hand to his cock and lightly massaging it. Jack hisses. "You like that?"
"Yeah—Fuck, Elsa."
"Mm," is all Elsa says, before hooking her leg and hoisting herself up to straddle him. Her hips are pressing against his boner and she gives a teasing thrust, and Jack groans.
"Baby—ah, maybe inside of you—"
"But we're talking," Elsa mockingly whines, and grinds some more. Her hands pet his chest gently, as if trying to find purchase, but it's more like she's just touching him.
Jack is fucking weak. "Okay—okay—talk, but talk—talk fast, because I really want to fuck you—"
"Are you going to listen?" Elsa punctuates her question with a particularly sweet thrust and Jack practically yells out his consent. Elsa laughs and leans forward, peppering kisses on his jaw. She leans forward and whispers in his ear.
"I love you, too."
Jack freezes and Elsa feels like she's terrified, even if she had no reason to be—he fucking confessed like two hours ago and okay there was sex but it was also nice to know if she felt the same.
But better late than never, he supposes.
He sets a hand at the nape of her neck and jerks her forward, kissing her full on the mouth and grinding up against her center with desperation. Elsa moans deeply, and Jack palms her ass. He pulls away in the slightest, but their lips are still brushing together.
"You love me?" he asks, and Elsa nods, teary-eyed. Whether it's from her feelings or the longing for sex, he doesn't know. But he bathes in it.
His chest is warm with something and he smiles, and Elsa smiles down at him. The hand on her ass slips to her core, two of his fingers slipping in.
"I love you," she gasps, and Jack pulls out, rubbing his come and her wetness all over her pussy lips. Elsa's hips jerk.
"Say it again," Jack whispers deviously, playing with her clit.
"I love you!" Elsa repeats, and Jack smiles, craning his neck to kiss her.
"I love you, too," he says when he pulls away. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me." Elsa whines and grinds her core against his fingers.
Jack grins. "You know," he teases, "You could say 'please.'"
Elsa scoffs, but it sounds like she's choking. "Don't get—ah—cocky."
He kisses her—he swears he will never, ever get sick of kissing her—and pulls away with a loud smack. "I love you."
Elsa's eyes flash and she takes the opportunity. "Then prove it," she challenges, and he positions his cock to slip into her. He slips into her with a cheeky grin, and Elsa rolls her eyes.
The next thing she rolls his her hips, and Jack squeezes his eyes shut.
It's like he blacks out, because the next thing he remembers is spilling inside of her with a sharp cry, and Elsa is giggling. He crashes on top of her and Elsa kisses his bare shoulder. "You like that?" she teases, and Jack rolls off of her.
"I always like it," he responds, tugging her closer.
Elsa groans when she moves. "Jack, fuck, I can feel your come inside me—it's so hot."
Jack is about to open his mouth and speak but she shuts her eyes with pleasure and squeezes her legs together that he loses his words. He settles for defeat. "You do this on purpose," he grouses, and Elsa giggles, half-exasperated and half-amused.
"Refractory periods are a bitch, aren't they?"
Jack hums and tugs Elsa closer, and her head is laying on his naked chest. They settle to breathe in comfortable silence.
"Jack," Elsa starts, "I have to tell you something."
"Tell away." Jack brings one hand to play with Elsa's hair.
"You won't believe me, though."
"Now why would you say that?"
Elsa laughs and Jack's confused. "I know you won't."
"Try me."
She groans. "Afterglow of really great sex, now. Talking about serious things, later."
Jack chuckles. "Fine." He kisses her hair. "I love you."
Elsa kisses his chest and cuddles closer. "Love you, too."
to be continued
