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Disclaimer: I don't own 'Brave' or 'ROTG'

His bleached locks defied gravity as they stuck out in a tousled halo around his head. His jaw tightened as the back of his mouth stretched into a yawn. A long fingered hand snaked to the back of his neck and massaged the sleep stiffened muscles. With a guttural groan, he tossed the sheets from his legs and stumbled to the floor. He rubbed his bleary eyes as he shuffled from the darkened bedroom.

As he stepped out into the living, sunlight eagerly assailed his face, licking at his eyes like a puppy happy to see the sorely missed face of its owner. Sighing, he squinted his eyes against the blinding warmth and made his way towards the bustling movement that spilled from the kitchen. His blue eyes were greeted by a dressed form whose fiery curls were pulled atop her head in a loose ponytail. She leaned lazily against the counter as she ate an apple, her bright eyes staring out the small window over the sink.

A smirk twitched his lips as he rested his temple against the doorframe. "What are you doing up?" he asked, his voice cracking from the lack of use.

Her eyes darted towards him and she smiled as she took another bit of the soft white flesh of the fruit. "The sun's up," she answered simply.

"It's Saturday."

"So?" she questioned with an arched eyebrow.

"Don't you ever sleep in?"

"Not unless I have reason to."

"I'm not reason enough?" he smirked as he pushed off from the door frame and stalked towards her.

She shrugged and took another bite, chewing slowly. "You keep the room below freezing. I'm always cold."

"Well," he drawled, snatching her hips and pulling her towards him, "there's an easy remedy for that."

"Oh, really?" she teased, raising the apple to her lips again and taking a defiant bite.

"Mhmm," he murmured as he stepped forward and pinned her against the countertop. He placed his forehead against hers, his breath dancing over her skin. His fingers crept underneath her shirt and stroked the soft skin with gentle slowness. His thin lips ghosted across her warm pliable ones before ducking away and tracing her jaw. As they made their way to her collarbone, his fingers tugging the neck of her shirt down for better access, he heard her swallow hardly, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Well," she squeezed out, "we can always try it."

"Not now," he exclaimed with a smirk, pulling away from her.

No longer supported by him, her body stumbled forward. "Why not?" she whined.

He chuckled as he tapped a long finger on her nose. "You need to finish the apple. You're a growing girl. You need all the nutrition you can get. I'd hate to be the cause of your stunted growth."

She growled as she tossed the apple into the sink and launched herself onto him. Her arms latched around his neck as she pulled him down to her and viciously ensnared his lips with her own. Her fingers snuck into his hair and massaged his scalp.

The young man reached down and grasped ahold behind her knees and hitched her legs up around his waist. She responded enthusiastically as she tightened her grip on his hips and neck, melding her soft body against his hard one. He wrapped a lithe arm around her waist and unforgivingly held her to him while the fingers of his free hand yanked out the elastic that bound her curls and dropped it to the floor. The long appendages quickly returned to tangle in the unmanageable curls, grasping tightly as he arched her head backwards and ravished the tender flesh exposed.

She gasped as her body thrust against his and her fingers flexed, loosening briefly before tightening their grip on the strands of his hair that she possessed. The fingers of his hand wrapped around her tugged the hem of her shirt upwards, the tips of his fingers lingering tantalizingly against her soft skin. He traced idle patterns in the yielding flesh before grasping tightly, straining to draw her even closer. A thrill ran through his body as she shuddered against him at his touch. Her hands fled his hair and he groaned in annoyance until they snuck down the neck of his shirt, her nails grazing the skin of his back.

"Jack," she panted.

"Mhmm?" he mumbled against her succulent flesh.

"This shirt…has got to…go," she heaved as her fingers dug into his shoulders, his muscles rippling with desire in response.

"Just the shirt?" he smirked as he dragged his bottom lip up her throat, revelling in her body arching against his as she tipped her head backwards to make his pathway easier.

"Everything," she moaned.

He chuckled as he captured her lips with violent passion before blindly stumbling back to the bedroom, obliviously to the walls and furniture that impeded his path.