Wow, I have not posted in this category for wwaaay too long. I've been so caught up in life right now, and it sucks. It sucks so bad. But anyways, enough with being dramatic...
Hey guys! I was digging through my files (and I have hundreds) and came across this piece that I really enjoyed writing. I figured I'd post it here for now as a slight apology for my absence.
I don't own anything! So here ya go!
Summary: Jack Frost, the flirtatious weatherman who lives across the hall from Elsa Winters, the beautiful business woman who doesn't take to Jack's charms. Living in parallel apartments for two years, these two individuals have done nothing but bounce slight banter; that is, until Jack learns that Elsa has a date every night for a week straight due to her friends pushing her to search for pleasure. Finding himself quite against this idea, Jack makes it his goal to ruin each and every one of her dates.
Rated: T-M (some sexual/suggestive themes)
Title: Territorial
The key ring spiraled around his finger, and with every twirl came a clear jingle. Lips formed into a small 'O' as a whistle left his lips in a cheery tune, and when the elevator door finally dinged clearly, opening with a small rumble, a smile came to Jack's mouth as he made his way down the long hall.
Today had been a good day for Jack Frost, weatherman of the WNC weather channel, and inhabitant of apartment 304 of the Arendelle Suite's. Having a smoothly run schedule in the early AM, all channels and equipment in proper condition and working, and finishing paperwork earlier than expected. His lines and weather report had gone well without mistake, and after a solid cup of coffee from the Vanilla Bean, where the honey-blonde barista fell easily to his flirting, it had been a day well fulfilled.
It was 5:24 PM, and now all he wanted was to exchange his black suit for a pair of cotton sweats, order a pizza, and hopefully, to his delight, run into his favorite neighbor, Elsa Winters.
A sly smile stretched his lips at the very thought of the blonde beauty just across from his own home, running parallel with his to the hallway. It was quite fun to talk with her, as it was blatantly obvious that she didn't let much of his charm get to her. Everyday they would clash, usually ending with him grinning cheekily and her snapping a witty retort, rolling her eyes and leaving him to face her slammed door at his face.
Yes, Jack loved teasing her to no end. And it would make his good day better if he had that opportunity that night.
And to his luck, as he began to fiddle with his key in the lock to his apartment, he heard the door behind him open and close with the sound of heels exiting. He grinned.
"Well, if it isn't Miss Winters coming out to say she missed me." With a final click, his door opened and he turned to face the figure he knew stood behind him, no doubt scowling over those large blue eyes of hers. "I must say, it's always nice to -Whoa!"
Jack's eyes widened, caught off guard. Elsa was indeed standing there at her door, but not in her usual black skinny jeans, blue shaded shirts and jewels with her hair in a neat bun.
Instead, she adorned a little black dress that just reached the top of her long legs and stuck to her figure like a second skin, with strapped black tall heels. Her hair was braided down one shoulder and draped to her ribs in a length he hadn't known she had. Her breasts weren't bursting over the top, and instead were firmly fit just beneath the material and leaving the rest to a wild man's imagination.
Jack stood gaping. Suddenly things began to feel tight; his throat, stomach and pants came to mind. This was not the uptight and educated Elsa he knew. Not in the slightest.
No this Elsa, was a temptress. And boy was he feeling tempted.
"Wha-how..." His voice caught, and embarrassingly, squeaked. Man, he was usually so suave and smooth. When did he become so clumsy?
Elsa herself, placed her hands on her hips and leaned to one side. Narrowing her moon-like eyes at him. "First of all, you have officially checked me out a minimum of seven times, so you can stop that now. Second, stop squeaking and gaping like a guppy and mouse hybrid. I have somewhere to be."
Jolting from her usual indignant tone, he resolved himself and rolled back into his usual self. Eyebrows waggling, he eyed her up and down once more for good measure and grinned suggestively. "Wow, Elsa. If you wanted to seduce me so badly, you could have just asked nicely."
"As if. I like challenges. You'd be too easy."
Damn. She was in one of her sassy moods.
Playing along, he whistled through his teeth. "Well, ya can't sue me for liking beautiful woman like yourself."
Elsa scoffed and began to puncture silver earrings into her pierced ears, though her eyes dipped to the ground self-consciously and Jack internally smirked. She had always been uncomfortable with compliments, as though she had never gotten many her life, and it made him love giving her more.
A frown creased her brow as she shook her head. "If what you call beautiful woman are those blonde bimbos you come home with from clubs sometimes, than I'd rather be called ugly."
"Aw, don't be jealous."
"Jealous for a pig? Not likely."
Jack held out his arms. "Now don't be like that. From the looks of it you got a big night. Where ya headin'?"
Yup. Jack thought fondly. This is how they worked. Exchanging a majority of disses, slams and taunts, with a pinch of casual chatter. It had been like this for two years now, and upon those two years, he was still a bit disappointed he hadn't been able to reel her in for a date or night of fun yet. She was resistant it seemed, but what goes better with her resistance than his persistence?
Finishing off her earrings, she then draped her long coat over her arm and stood straight as Jack continued to grin expectantly at her. "I have a date tonight."
He halted.
Did he hear her right? A date?
His stomach knotted itself, and Jack felt his good day take a turn downward.
Elsa couldn't have a date. She never allowed guys to have any relationship with her. Heck, he'd even go as far to bet that he had seen sides of her no other had just from coincidence. She didn't let people in much, but there were times when he did see her more kept side, such as finding her locked out of her apartment early morning and still in a pair of baggy sweats and tight tank top, sitting outside her door. Or the time he was bloody drunk and stranded in a parking lot and, by coincidence, called her of all people and she came and picked him up. He remembered his intoxicated attempt at getting in her pants to which she simply refused and presumed to gently take care of him and nurse him to health till morning. After a day of awkward politeness, they quickly returned to there usual banter within the hours; but he never forgot.
And now. Well now she goes out and gets a date with some random guy that isn't him. An agitation crawls up his spine as he tries to push down the feeling with gritted teeth.
However, his response came out more edged than it was meant to. "Who would date you? I mean c'mon Elsa, you never date."
Elsa seemed to ignore his bitter comment and simply rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Apparently several guys, because my friends booked dates for me every night this week."
Now he was irate. A frown pulled down at his lips as he shuffled his feet unhappily. "Well that should keep you busy...where are you going tonight?"
Elsa gave him a curious look. It was no surprise, seeing this was one of the longest casual conversations they had had in awhile. "I'm meeting him at North's. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be late. See you later, Frost."
He would have made a snarky remark about being on first basis if he hadn't been too busy observing how her fitting dress showed the subtle swing of her hips more prominently than her jeans. He was also registering her response about going to North's, and an idea had snapped to his head that left the little devil on his shoulder quite pleased.
Sending one last glance to where the blonde beauty had disappeared down the hall and into the elevator, Jack trotted into his apartment and pulled out his phone. Stripping his tie and jacket off and tossing them hurriedly on the back of the couch, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number and held it to his ear.
A devilish grin played on his face as a voice came through on the second ring.
"Oy! Hello Jack! What has you callin' me?"
"Hey North. You know that favor you owe me? I'd like to cash that in."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. You see, you have a reservation party of two tonight, and I need this particular date to ''coincidentally" go horribly wrong. Think you could pull something off for me?"
There was silence on the other end as Jack guessed North was debating if it was worth losing a couple customers over, before the Russian accent came through again.
"I'm sure I could pull something together."
Cheshire would have shivered at the smile that came to the white haired man's face as he nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect."
