Jack silently watching the copper beauty as she danced about the small clearing. She was constantly moving, busying herself with one thing or another. He watched her fluid movements like a hawk watches prey, and indeed he thought she was if he kept up this agonizing desire.
She was humming; the sound floating above and through him. He smiled softly and reached for his wooden staff, the gift tsar lunar gave him along with his powers. He gripped it close, for comfort more than anything. He had held onto this token like a life line for the many years he was a spirit. But now, his mind was on other, more intriguing things.
Merida began to sing aloud as she fed and brushed Angus. It was a song her mother had taught her, an old and sweet song with Gaelic words that had long since lost their meaning. She only knew that the lilting melody was both lovely and bold. She used to pretend it was a warriors song. One sung before battle to give strength to the men of old. But now she thought of other things. Of a lad with untamed white hair and snowy skin. Her mind had taken her away as she danced about the large horse, her voice growing stronger.
It wasn't until she felt the chill that she realized something magical was happening. With eyes full of wonder and laughter she spun around. Swirls of light snow followed her wake, as a chilly wind softly caressed her skin. She looked to Jack, who was laying back, his feet propped up. She lightly stepped forward, her booted feet leaving small imprints in the freshly fallen snow.
He was not quite asleep, but he was far away, a smile playing on his lips as his fingers mindlessly played the crooked branch. She could laugh at the sight of it.
"Jack! Wake up!" She shouted, her voice a deafening difference from the graceful singing moments ago.
He jumped to his feet, grey eyes open with confusion. She watched as he took it all in. The snow, the cold. Everything.
"Oh Jack! You didn't lose yer gifts after all!" She cried, throwing her arms around the stunned spirit. He took her waist with stunned silence.
Merida hugged him hard, both happy and weary. She hoped with all her heart that he'd stay.
"I…I did this?" He stuttered. His hand came around her shoulder, while the other held out his staff. Sure enough, sparks of frost scattered the ground, causing stunning patterns of fractals to climb across the earth. His laughter was deep and full of astonishment.
"It's nice to hear you laugh." She mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to separate just yet. Merida knew she had no claim on him. Still, within her heart she had come to like him. To hope that he'd want to stay here. To be with her. But with his gifts, she could not ask that of him, would not expect it. It seemed, though, that he had other ideas.
He gently put down the staff, causing both the wind and the snow to cease shifting. With both his hands cupping her flushed face, Jack leaned in. He was only an inch from her face when he whispered with the affection she had only dreamed of.
"It's because of you." He hummed, kissing her so softly she was sure his lips were made from silk. "You brought back my laughter."
Merida's knees nearly disappeared as Jack kissed her with a passion she had never seen. His mouth was no longer soft, but hard and demanding, but she felt the thanks, the relief behind its vigor. And far be it from her to not return the sentiment. Her fingers laced through his hair as she pushed her rounded body against his long thin one. The edges and curves meshing together in a fervent embrace.
She could feel the winter in him, swirling like a blizzard. She hoped he could feel the fire in her, blazing with undefined lust. There was no reasoning, no order to her heart or body. But with all things, she simply jumped, hoping to come out unscathed.
This was no different, as she lifted the dark blue hooded garment from his lithe body. He seemed as eager as her to be burned, in turn tearing off her simple blouse with quick ease. There was no time for words as they danced like this, hands roaming, lips and tongues fighting for control. Finally she gave in, letting him use that livid mouth to kiss and bite his way down her neck. She felt every warm wet caress strike all the way to her core.
"Jack." She whimpered. A plea. She wasn't going to let him stall her this time. No fancy hand tricks, no over the clothes nonsense. She wanted to be a woman full and done.
He replied simply by growling her name. Even that did strange things to her insides.
But she didn't have time to think. Not with him moving her backwards, his hands now gripping her hips. She felt his intentions, saw the furs beneath them.
She was on her back before she had the mind to lay herself down; the long arms of her lover having properly taken care of the landing. They were primal, his joy mixed with her lust; their bodies moving together, becoming one fluid cacophony of passion. But it wasn't enough. She knew it and he knew it.
"I want to-," He muttered against her swollen lips. Her eyes stared into stormy grey. She could see him fighting the war. One he was going to lose.
"No choice this time, Jack Frost." She nipped saucily. Her hands were already at his waist, slipping the edges of his worn slacks over the hallows of his hips. She felt him grind against her, his length already hard. For such a thin lad, he sure had some girth to him.
She giggled to herself, hiding it by kissing him deeply. When she had pushed the cloth as far as it would go, she cautiously and slowly ran her fingers over him. The skin was soft, atop the hard shaft. It was such a shocking difference that she felt the need to examine. She lifted her head away from his to look down.
She cradled him in her small grasp. It was indeed the silkiest skin she had ever felt, surrounded by winter white curls. She smiled as he sat back between her opened but still clad legs.
His eyes fluttered shut as she stroked him, enjoying the look of blissful agony that crossed his face. This was all as new to him as it was to her and that very thought made her want all of him. To share this piece of her and take a part of him as well.
He had proved more than once today that he moved faster than a normal man could, and he demonstrated it again when she felt the cool evening air touch her now exposed legs. He was tugging her feet from the bottom when she realized exactly what had happened. Instead of bothering her, she threw her head back and laughed deeply and heartily. Her winter spirit was in no mood to go slow and that made her very thankful.
His mouth was on hers and she felt the smile behind it. He laughed into her mouth when she pushed her chest against him, begging him for more. He purred her name, making her heart swelled.
"I think it'll hurt" He muttered then, his hand in-between their slick bodies. She knew about a woman's first time and she did not fear the pain. The only thing she was afraid of was being consumed by this heat that seemed to have no end.
"I will shoot you if you don't do it soon." She responded, her voice cracking with anticipation. He gave no other warning, held nothing back as he drove into her heat. She cried out, fingers digging violently into his narrow shoulders. She felt tears spring up, though she refused to let them fall. She was Merida the Brave. She could handle this sting.
Even as she sat still, concentrating on her breaths, she could feel the ease of pain. Her color came back, as did the heat when she felt the fullness of him. He hadn't moved, his arms on either side of her copper crowned head. With all the courage she could muster, she opened one eye to peer at him. The look of worry and pain shocked her.
Her hands flew to his face, eyes now both open wide, driving into his. "Oh, Jack what's wrong?!" She pleaded, thinking perhaps she had hurt him. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers.
"I hurt you." He mumbled. Oh, but he was stupid. The pain was gone, instead replaced by a new and exciting sensation. She wanted movement. She wanted him.
"I'll be the one hurting you if you don't move." She gasped out, lifting her hips in search of some friction. "Please?" She whimpered, needing him to understand.
"This?" He teased, pulling out slightly. She flung her hands down to grasp his hips, holding the damned man in place. She shook her head, not wanting to say it.
"This?" He asked again, this time pushing deep inside of her, making her moan loudly.
"Murder you." Was all she could stutter. He laughed huskily, the deep timbre vibrating through her, seeping into her bones.
He rocked against her and pulled out. She was going to scream when he filled her again. Understanding dawned as the movements began to find the timeless rhythm. Her hips rose and fell, allowing him to enter her fully. She felt the pull, the deep building of the white climax as his thrusts became more frantic. She wanted his pleasure, wanted his heart. They whispered nonsense, him cursing with words she had never heard. She was up and floating now, as his hands lifted her bottom allowing a deeper slide.
Their cries of ecstasy rang through the forest as she clung to him, afraid that she was falling away from the earth. But he was solid. A rock when she needed him.
Their labored breathing warmed them as the sky began to darken. His hand searching and finding the edge of the fur, pulled it over to cover them both. She was grateful that he did not move away from her. It seemed at this very moment she needed his touch, his reassurance that what they just shared was not something to be brushed so quickly aside. Instead, he lay behind her, his front to her back, his long pale hands cupping her softly curved stomach. She felt the joy in her heart as they drifted off in a sated sleep.
Miles to the south, the caravan of slow moving animals and people made their way towards the sleeping couple. The woman at the helm worried about her daughter, thinking it was a damned terrible idea to let her go off and camp on her own.
The faster they got to her, the better off she'd feel knowing her sweet wee Merida was not in harm's way.
So, I know these last few have been smut heavy but I only did that because the plot heavy chapters are coming. Tell me though, do you like smut or should I cool it?
-MoonandWinter