It has been brought to my attention that I might have been a little rude to non-jazz-lovers.
I'm perfectly alright with that.
Jack and Bunny had been courting for about five years, and they were going to go on another one of their many dates, this time sitting in on a symphony practice on the roof beams, being in a church. It was an odd thing, but it was really romantic. They watched the violins rosin their bows, and they watched a saxophone player complain that there was no place for a saxophone in a symphony, but her teacher wouldn't let her switch to bass clarinet.
Jack's fingers were laced delicately into the fur of Bunny's paw, his feet hanging over the edge of the beam and swinging slowly. He couldn't help but chuckle at the two people escaping in the back, the two teens giggling before leaving the room, sharing a passionate kiss before they closed the door near noiselessly. Jack had a feeling that they were going to have a… intimate time in a secluded place in the church. Aster looked down at what his partner was laughing at, seeing it and shaking his head. Kids these days were starting to return to the way that they were, where kids would lose their purity at such young ages, like fourteen or thirteen. Albeit most of them kept it until a reasonable age, it was still saddening to see many of the repercussions emotionally of the poor kids.
Jack scooted closer to Aster, resting his head on the rabbit's shoulder and blushing a little. That was rather intimate for them – contrary to the two kids that were leaving and getting it on. Jack thought about how contradictory the two situations were, the kids that were taking it unhealthily fast and the immortals taking it unhealthily slow.
Aster felt his ears fall back in an embarrassed fashion, tempted to lean in and chin Jack. After a minute, Jack looked up, his eyes immediately meeting the green orbs of Bunnymund, making the boy frost over. After they made eye contact, Jack leaned up and kissed Aster, making the rabbit start, staring blankly at the Winter Sprite, his teeth in the way of the kiss and dampening the sentiment. However, snow still began falling in the practice hall (which was actually the main room in a church that was rented out for money. Jack smiled, tugging on Bunny's arm, whispering into his sensitive ears. "We should – AH!"
Jack jumped when the conductor yelled at the violins – "IF YOU PLAY THAT F# ONE MORE TIME, I WILL THROW MY BATON AT YOU, I SWEAR ON THIS CHURCH!" – And Aster protectively wrapped his arms around the boy. Jack chuckled before shaking his head, continuing what he was saying.
"We should go to the Warren and… I don't know. Kiss and chin and stuff a little more," Jack said quietly, blushing like mad. Aster nodded, quickly picking Jack up and going outside to get into contact with the earth before opening up a tunnel, jumping in and leaving behind a bright flower.
He prayed to god that all of the violin players survived.
When they arrived back at the Warren, Bunny held Jack and chinned him, putting his scent all of the boy and thoroughly marking the other. He then leaned down and kissed Jack, doing so gently and not completely sure of how to do it. Jack guided him through it, licking the others teeth and then tongue, smiling brightly into the kiss. When he pulled away he looked up at Bunny, putting his staff on the ground and smiling. "Be my mate, Aster, please?" Jack whispered, knowing firmly that the two would be able to work out their physical and cultural differences with time and patience, through the fights and make ups and everything.
"That… that would be moving really fast for how old we are, Jack… are you sure?" Aster replied, knitting his eyebrows together. Jack quickly nodded and held Aster closely.
Then they were together forever because they're like that. Swag. The author is too lazy to do anything else with their life.
Done.