Ok! I'm sooo sorry it's taken me a long time to update. (By my own standards at least.) I've been traveling to my long distance friends house, and then we were spending time together cause we only see each other once a year. But that's not a good excuse! (Cries.) Anyway, this is going to be all about Pitch and Arya. So don't expect much Jacktion. Also! A shoutout to Darthcat for reviewing! Thanks so much! And I will hurry up and finish... For the big finally! Please follow, favorite, or review! Or all three! You don't need an account to review! Just an opinion! This is a strange chap. (You'll see...) :3 Enjoy!

Pitch POV

I woke up with my arms wrapped around Arya. She was cuddled up to my chest and her right leg was wrapped around mine. The first thought I had:

God dammit I have to piss.

I didn't want to move because she was comfortable. But shit, I was about piss my pants. After ten minutes or so, I couldn't hold it anymore. I slowly started getting up.

"Mm." Arya tuned over and hid her head under the blanket.

I crept over to the bathroom. I didn't shut the door since Arya was in bed. When I came out, I didn't notice that Arya was sitting up. I went to the closet to get dressed. When I turned around to put a shirt on, Arya was blushing and looking down. I guess she hadn't seen a naked man before last night. But I hadn't seen her in century's. I didn't know if she was still a virgin before last night. I had lost it a long time ago. But Arya was usually prudish when we were young. We only kissed and felt each other. She never wanted to have sex. I had accutully been wondering about that for a long time so I decided to ask.

"Arya love?"

She stooped blushing as she looked up to my face.

"Were you a virgin before last night?"

Her face turned white. I had figured that she would have lost it before. I guess I was right. And as sad as I was, it wouldn't really be fair for her to have to wait for me for so long. I sighed and sat down on the bed.

She curled her hair on her finger. "Are you mad?"

"No. I'm a bit sad, but I'm not mad. I wouldn't expect you to wait for me if you never knew weather or not I was coming back. And I don't ever want to know who it was."

Arya bit her bottom lip and tapped the edge of the bed with her fingers. She looked down at my still exposed lower body. She lifted the blanket off of her naked body and lied down on her back. I think you know what happened next...

Arya POV

Pitch was large. Everywhere. After we had sex the first time, it hurt a little. After the second time, it hurt a lot. Pitch was looking at me, reading my facial expressions.

I combed his hair down to his forehead. "Why did you put hair up like this? You know I think it's sexy neck length. With bangs. You should comb it down for me."

"I like it like this though. It's not in my face."

I pouted and sighed. "Ok. I was just thinking about how you loved it when I combed your hair when you were stressed. And with the busyness of coming up with nightmeres, you'd be really stressed."

Pitch smiled. "How about this? If you dress up the way I want you to, I'll do my hair the way you want me to."

I grinned. "Deal." This was going to be fun.

It wasn't fun.

The female servants made out of black sand that were helping me get ready for dinner with Pitch were pulling on my corset so tight and squishing my boobs up so high, that I looked like Jessica Rabbit. I could hardly breath by the time they were done. Then I looked in the mirror.

My waste was so tiny, you could fit a doughnut around it. (Not really.) My boobs were so high, you could clearly imagine what they looked like all the way. (Really.) The slit on the sleeveless evening gown went up to my right hip. And my heels were tall and pointy enough to pop a tire. But the dress was pretty.

A dark purple satin evening gown that went down to my ankles. It was covered with black lace, and had a black satin elbow gloves to match. A plain, black satin ribbon choker was tied on the back of my neck. Purple pearl earrings hung from my ears. My hair was done into a loose bun on my head, with hair hanging in ringlets on my neck. My bangs were curled and tucked behind my ears.

I walked out to the dining room. Pitch was sitting at the table, a servant was pouring wine. I walked out and Pitch smiled. I went to pull out my chair. But Pitch got up before I could. He pulled it out and pushed it in after I sat down. During dinner, Pitch talked about what he was plotting for nightmares. During one of his explanations, he mentioned that it was for a kid named Sophie. When I heard that, I freaked out.

"Sophie!? No! You can't give her any nightmares!"

Pitch looked confused. "Why do you care about this Sophie girl all of a sudden? You didn't care before."

"Well... It's just..." I was thinking of an excuse. I couldn't let Pitch figure out that it was because Jack cared about her. Then he would find out about Jack. I knew he wouldn't take it well. "It's just that Sophie is so young for nightmares."

"But there were plenty of other children that I told you about who were much younger than Sophie. Why so you care about this child all of a sudden?"

I was silent. I just sat there and fiddled with my thumbs on my lap. I couldn't lie to Pitch again. But I couldn't tell him about Jack either. Finally, I spoke. "It's just that I like Sophie and I don't want her having any nightmares."

After a long pause, Pitch said dryly, "Fine. No nightmare for Sophie."

I was relieved. He wasn't going to give her nightmares. He also didn't even seem to know about Jack. That is, until he spoke again.

"But plenty for that fucker Jack Frost."

Then he got up, kissed me on the cheek, climbed the stairwell to the world above us, and disappeared into the shadows.