Rifiuto: Non Miriena
A/N: Oh joy! According to the e-mail I just got, this is the prompt for Chapter 12:
A joining of two souls and the loss of a life
Okay, let's see what I can come up for this one...
... I think I may need to bump the rating up thanks to this chapter and her prompt, and if not, then for possible chapters later on. And I hope it's okay. I'm used to writing McGiva love scenes; Jelsa love scenes are new for me. And I tried to keep them as in character as I possibly could with this story.
Jack's staff clattered to the floor, where it lay forgotten as the young royals met in a soft kiss. Gently, Jack removed the cloak Elsa wore, before pulling her close. He nudged his nose against hers, meeting her gaze before his hands moved around the work on the hooks and eyes. Eventually, the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in only her undergarments. As his hands worked on the hooks of her petticoat, she tugged his jacket off his body; it dropped at his feet. One hand moved slowly down the planes of his chest, her gaze following the movement of her hand. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before gently turning her around. Silence settled between the pair as Jack worked on the stays of her corset; she took a deep breath as he finally removed it, letting it join the other articles of clothing on the ground. Now clad in only her chemise and stockings, she turned to face him. With a soft kiss, he removed the chemise from her body as she removed the pants he had changed into. Once both were fully unclothed, Elsa stepped back, her nerves suddenly getting the better of her.
Jack studied her, drinking in the beautiful curves of her body; though at only sixteen, she hadn't fully developed her 'womanly figure', and she still possessed a touch of the girl about her, but that would change as she grew older. She was small, petite in every way; her breasts, small mounds of alabaster clay, soft and yet firm at the same time; her skin, as smooth and pale as alabaster, glistened in the light of the fire, and he realized that perhaps, this marriage was a good thing. He could protect her, keep her from harm better here at the Winter Court than he could had she remained in Arendelle. A moment passed, before he made his way towards her, reaching up and gently removing the pins from her hair. The pale braided locks tumbled down her shoulders, the green ribbon Anna had given her still tied within the braid. She truly was beautiful.
Without a word, the two met in the middle, mouths meeting in a deep kiss that sparked from a passion both were just discovering and beginning to understand. Without saying a word, Jack lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed and gently laying her among the frosted covers. His mouth found hers once more and she reached up, tangling her fingers into his hair, his words coming back to her.
"... marry as a mortal... and awaken the next morning immortal..."
Was she really prepared to give up her mortality? Yes, she would live forever, yes, it was apparent that she didn't have much of a choice, but was she truly prepared to watch all she loved grow older and die while she herself never aged beyond sixteen, never contracted illness, never...
"Are you okay?" She was yanked out of her thoughts by his voice, soft and filled with worry. He studied her, silent. A moment passed, before she nodded.
"Yes. Just... thinking."
"About?" He asked, gently brushing a stray strand off her forehead. She sighed deeply, glancing towards the windows before turning her gaze back to him.
"Will it hurt? Becoming immortal?" Jack pulled away from her, backing up, teeth coming out to worry his lower lip as she sat up. She could see the wheels turning, and after a moment, he met her gaze with a shake of his head.
"I... I don't know. I was born immortal. I..." He thought a moment. "I guess it will probably be like... dying, almost? I'm really not sure."
"You mean, like... passing away in one's sleep? Peaceful?" Elsa asked, scooting towards him. He nodded, shrugging.
"Perhaps. But I can't really tell you, Elsa." She nodded, understanding, and reached up, caressing his cheek.
"You will be there, won't you? You... you won't... you won't leave me-" He shook his head.
"Absolutely. Of course I'll be here. I promise." She relaxed slightly as his words washed over her, and after a moment, she nudged her nose against his, brushing her lips to his in a kiss. As she moved back towards the pillows, she tugged Jack along with her, until she lay beneath him. Their soft kiss soon began to build into a slow-burning passion. He slid one hand down her side, long, slender fingers discovering and exploring her curves.
Though Jack was immortal and would never age physically, Elsa's body was still changing. She had yet to fully possess a 'woman's figure'- no, instead, she was in that awkward area between girl and woman. Were they to do this tonight, consummate their marriage, Elsa would forever be sixteen, never changing, never growing any other way than mentally- and someday, years from now, she would be expected to bear children, for they would need an heir, despite their immortality.
Jack shook the thoughts from his mind, moving his lips from hers to brush against her throat. He pulled away, studying the beat of her pulse beneath her skin; it was a pulse that led to her heart. A heart that had nearly stopped beating two years ago, a heart he had saved. Tonight, if they consummated their marriage, that pulse would cease to beat, her heart would stop with the death of her mortality...
A moment passed, before he pressed a soft kiss to the pulse beneath her skin, realizing that when that happened, he would be here to help her through it.
He moved down from her throat, brushing soft kisses to her chest; she hissed as the cool air hit her nipples, hardening the small buds. Gently, he pressed a kiss to each bud before returning his mouth to hers. They took their time, becoming familiar with each others' bodies and discovering what each desired. They teased and played, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses for hours, before Elsa, laying against the multiple pillows, finally nudged her nose against his, catching her breath from the last kiss.
"Do it, Jack. I... I don't want to wait any longer." She took a deep breath, meeting his eyes.
"Are you sure, Elsa?" She nodded.
"We can't avoid this forever." She swallowed the fear bubbling within her lungs. "It's going to happen eventually. Besides, it's just my mortality, right?" He nodded, serious, despite the light joking tone she tried to force, closing his eyes briefly. "And... you will be here... you will be here." He kissed her passionately, pulling her body close, in the hopes that the kiss would distract her from the pain she was most likely about to endure.
"I don't want to hurt you, Elsa." She nudged her nose against his, meeting his gaze.
"Think of it as a good hurt, Jack. A..." She swallowed thickly. "A good... a good hurt." He nodded, kissing her once more. She dug her nails into his back as he entered her, slowly at first, being as gentle as he could. She bit her lip, whimpering softly.
"I'm so sorry, princess. So, so sorry."
"Just... keep going, Jack... please..." She caught his mouth with hers again, nails cutting deeper into his back as he continued to push into her; with her virginity gone- and her mortality soon to follow- Elsa had to keep telling herself that this was to save Arendelle, to save her family, her kingdom, her sister... A muffled moan escaped her throat, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his as they began to move together. Eventually, they found their rhythm, and Jack thrust deeper and deeper into her at her urging, their bodies soon becoming slick with sweat. Jack continued to thrust into her, feeling her walls tightening around him with each movement. A groan worked its way up her throat, and she kissed him, passing her breath from her lungs to his-
He thrust into her one final time, and she tightened around him; their screams of ecstasy mixed together as they finally became one. They screamed each others' names, grasping for each other in the darkness. When they finally came down from their high, Jack shifted, putting the majority of his weight on his elbows so he didn't crush her, and after a moment, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. With one last kiss, he slowly pulled out of her before shifting onto his back; she followed, curling onto his chest, struggling to catch her breath. "Are you okay?"
Elsa didn't reply; she struggled to breathe, what breath she could take in doing so in short, painful gasps. She closed her eyes momentarily, hoping the pain would go away, but when it didn't, she sat up, leaning forward in an attempt to breathe. "Elsa?" Jack sat up behind her, his mind working at a rapid pace, before he finally realized what was happening. Then, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her until she against his chest. He brushed soft kisses to her hair, whispering gently to her. "It's okay... shh... let it happen... shh..." She gasped for breath, her nails digging into the stitch in her chest as she leaned away from him.
Her heart began to slow, short, painful beats happening too far apart. With her other hand, she reached down, grabbing his wrist and digging her nails into his skin. "J... Ja... ck..." He held her closer, pressing soft kisses to her hair.
"I'm right here, Elsa, I promised I wouldn't leave you and I won't. I'm right here, I've got you." She continued to struggle for breath; every organ in her body felt as though it were being deprived of oxygen, every cell seemed to turn to dust, every vein becoming as taught as a bowstring before it seemed to fill with air and burst. The young Arendelle princess pushed him away, struggling to get her bearings as her vision began to go, lightheadedness soon kicking in as her brain began to shut off and her heart to stop, each beat now as slow and languid as snail moving through sand. A strangled cry ripped itself from her throat, followed soon by blood as her capillaries burst and her throat began to close.
"Breathe, Elsa." She couldn't; not an ounce of air was coming into her lungs or out, and she reached down, grabbing for Jack's hand, lacing their hands as she reached for the pulse at her throat. He took a deep breath, pulling her back towards him, holding her close, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as her hearing began to fade and she arched her back, her muscles working into a spasm that sent her whole body shaking. "Easy, Elsa. I've got you."
"J... ck..." She choked on his name, and then suddenly, she collapsed, limp against his chest, head resting against his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, trying to figure out exactly how to explain to her what happened when she opened her eyes.
"I've got you, Elsa. I'm right here, I promise."
Back in Arendelle, Anna woke up screaming in pain.
