***This chapter contains sexual themes. The rating has been consequently been changed.***
The day was bright, not a single cloud in the broad expanse of blue that Jack flew her through. The trip would have taken most of the morning on foot, but riding the wind, they arrived at their destination within minutes.
The terrain was hilly, snowy peaks jutting from the snowy earth in all directions. There were a few spindly trees dotting the landscape, and far in the distance she could see the swell of the Arctic Ocean. The wind was gentle, and though the air was cold, Elsa found she felt quite at home in the frozen landscape.
She had enjoyed feeling Jack's arms around her as they'd flown, and a part of her was dismayed when he remained perfectly professional about their task at hand. No kisses, no heated glances...Jack was all business as he lead her to their mock battlefield. Feeling a little embarrassed at the relentless nature of her own desires, Elsa followed in silent resignation.
They had started slowly, Jack pointing out targets across the landscape for Elsa to attack. The task had been far too simple, but she'd been obedient, focusing her energy and bursting it forth in icy blasts at defenseless trees and snowy hillsides.
"You're great at close range, Elsa." Jack complimented, picking up a strewn branch and admiring it. "Think you can handle long distance?"
"I thought you'd never ask." She said with a confident little smirk.
Elsa pushed both hands out in front of her, eyes narrowed as she focused on a craggy hill in the far distance. She took a deep breath, conjuring the familiar chill from somewhere deep within her. She held it, letting it mount higher and higher until her entire body seemed to thrum with it's frigid energy. She cried out as she finally released it, snow and ice exploding from her palms with such force that she staggered back a step.
The blast hit the hill, and the thunderous crack that followed was enough to shake the earth as rocks and shards of stone blew in every direction. Elsa did not stop, whirling to face the snowy cliff that towered over the sea. Another burst erupted from her, hitting its mark with perfection. There was a groaning sound and the snow, ice, and rock let go, tumbling from the face of the cliff into sea below with a splash. For her finale, she spun toward the larger of the trees in the distance, and with a flick of a single wrist, hundreds of jagged, deathly ice splinters peppering the trunk. Each time one hit the surface it sounded like a nail being driven home by a great and unseen hammer, until finally the wood splintered. The tree crashed to the ground in a mess of broken branches and ice, kicking up a dust of icy powder as it landed.
Elsa turned to look at Jack. He was standing motionless, his blue eyes widened in awe and his lips formed into a little 'o' of surprise. His gaze flicked from the tee to the hill, then back to her. Elsa fought the urge to snicker at his blatant shock, letting him survey her work with nothing more an raised brow.
"You could have just told me I was going too easy on you." He said finally, a sly smirk quirking one edge of his lips.
Elsa beamed in pride. "I told you that you'd be surprised, Jack Frost."
"And you were right." He glanced toward the mini iceberg she'd created, then back at her. He looked proud of her, and it warmed her heart. "We better switch tactics...North won't be happy if I let you destroy the whole Pole."
They spent the rest of the morning practicing, and each of them learned from the other. Elsa was impressed by the sheer force behind Jack's powers, and he had been just as amazed at her speed. Eventually her stomach growled, and Jack suggested they find a place to picnic for lunch. The Yetis had packed aight fare of cheese, bread, grapes, and of course, cookies for them to take on their excursion, and he'd known just the place they could enjoy it.
"Come on. It's okay." Jack said, smiling back at her as he motioned for her to follow.
Peeking from between two snowy slopes before them was an icy cave, created by the heaving pressure of the sea's waves. It was beautiful, the sun's light reflecting off its walls in colorful prisms. She was reminded briefly of her own icy palace, but there was something different about the frozen structure before her. Something secret, something special. Elsa smiled and took Jack's hand, letting him lead her into the frozen cavern.
"Jack...this place is beautiful..." She gasped in awe. Their reflections danced on the smooth, glasslike surface of the cave walls. Thick icicles dangled from the ceiling of the cave, catching the light from the sun like hundreds of intricate chandeliers. It was hard to believe that such a place was created by nature and not by the skilled hand of an artist.
"I always liked coming here...during...that time." He said, clearly indicating their separation with the pained expression that claimed his handsome features. "It's peaceful, and it reminded me of you. Beautiful...and hidden."
Elsa set the bag containing their lunch down, turning to face him fully. He was looking at her in that way again...the way that made the butterflies in her stomach flutter to a craze. The way that made her want to melt into his arms and stay that way forever...no matter how the world might fall around them.
"I saw you in everything, you know." He continued, taking a step closer. "From those tulips you loved so much in the spring to the stars on clearest, coldest night. You tried to name them all...do you remember that, Elsa?"
Mesmerized by the crystal blue of his gaze and the tender words of his heart, Elsa found all she could do way nod.
"We stayed up all night, making up names and stories for every star. And then we watched the sunrise." He reminisced, a faint smile tugging on his lips.
This time, Elsa did find her voice. "That was my favorite night. It was the first I didn't have to spend alone." It was one of her dearest memories...one that she had revisited often in his absence, even if it pained her.
He smiled that soft, gentle smile. "It was my favorite too. Because I think that's the first time I got to see you happy...truly happy. And even the sunrise couldn't rival how beautiful that was."
"I was always happy with you, Jack."
She told him softly. Truthfully. "You were the sunrise to my every day. And you still are."
It happened in a single breath of time.His lips connected with hers, cool against their plush surface. Gentle, cautious-as if he feared she might pull away. She raised her arms, securing them around the back of his neck, drawing herself closer to his lithe form. He was all planes and angles, the perfect contrast to her gentle curves. She felt his chest hitch, his breath faltering for the breifest moment. Then his lips swept against hers cagain, bolder, hotter.
His hands were tight against her waist, and he used his body to guide her back a couple of steps until her back was flush against the cold cave wall. She barely noticed, as his tongue gently parted her lips in the same moment. His taste was raw, utterly masculine with a faint spice that conjured thoughts of cold winter nights spent by the fire. It was enough to make her weak in the knees.
Their tongues explored, his flicking curiously at the inner surface of her bottom lip. Elsa shivered, and he stiffened. For a terrible moment she thought he would stop, that he would pull away and a small, muffled cry escaped her. Her hands fisted in the white strands of his hair, securing him close. And that was all the enticement he needed.
His right hand traveled upward, trailing against her side. Past the side swell of her breast, and over her shoulder. It pressed beneath her jaw, angeling her face upward just a touch. His mouth has becoming searingly hot against hers, his tongue doing delicious things to her own. Her body flushed with tingling heat, a strange but welcome sensation that she craved more with each passing second.
Elsa felt something hard and insistent pressing against her down below, and was aware of the undeniable urge to rub herself against it. There was a deep and throbbing ache between her thighs-something she'd experienced marginally in the past, but always alone and never so persistently. She arched her hips involuntarily closer, brushing the girth between them with her body. Jack sharply inhaled a hiss of air, and she felt him tremble against her. His reaction caused a strange sort of satisfaction within her-his hardness was caused by her, for her. She had made him feel this way. The pleasure he was experiencing was by her own doing, and she wondered with the curiosity of the innocent just what other reactions she could gain from him.
"You can touch me Jack, it's alright." she murmured when his lips left hers in favor of the sensitive flesh of her neck. Goosebumps rose in their wake as she took hold of the hand beneath her jaw. She guided it to the soft swell of her breast, placing it exactly where she wanted him to caress her. Elsa was rewarded with a soft, husky moan, though he did not immediately take her offer. His fingers seemed to freeze, as if he could not fathom being granted the privilege of touching her. "Please..." she whispered, and only then did she feel the tentative motion of his hand. He cupped the firm rise of her breast, gently exploring its softness through the fabric of her gown. Elsa had never once been touched in such a way-but though her heart was hammering within her chest, she craved more. His thumb trailed over the center, eliciting a small cry from her as it passed over the hardened pebble of her nipple. Jack's breaths were heavy as his lips found her ear, nibbling at the lobe. The ache down below was becoming uncomfortable-the heat within was pooling, begging to be extinguished in a way only he could offer, though she wasn't entirely sure of just how that would be.
Elsa's hips moved forward, grinding against that mysterious hardness once more. The friction of her dress and underclothes against it felt like nothing she'd ever known-and apparently, it felt good for Jack as well. "Elsa..." he moaned her name before searing his lips to hers once more.
His hand left her breast, much to her dismay. It was with wonder that she realized, however, that it was traveling lower...past her ribs, below her navel. His fingers found the juncture of her thighs and pressed against the fabric that separated them, finding the spot that had begun to ache. Elsa gasped, both in embarrassment of being touched so intimately and with the sheer ecstasy of what his fingers were doing. He was rubbing her most secret of places, and it was beginning to feel as if a spring was coiled down deep in the pit of her belly. That spring was wound so tight, every stroke of his hand felt like it would draw the release...
And then, he stopped.
He pulled away from her, stepping back. His hair was in disarray from her fisted hands, and there was an appealing flush to his pale cheeks. His chest rose and fell quickly with his shallow breaths, and there was a wild, just barely controlled look in his blue gaze as he leveled it upon her. "We have to stop."
Confusion clouded her, and she reached for him. "Jack...what? Why?"
He caught her hands in his own, holding them gently. "We can't do this. It's too much." He looked torn, but Elsa couldn't help but feel a sense of rejection. Her body was begging for something she couldn't quite articulate, and Jack had denied her.
"You...you don't want me?" She couldn't help the wounded edge from creeping into her voice. It sounded pitiful, and she hated herself for it.
Jack raised a brow, his expression incredulous. "You can't be serious. Elsa...I know you felt just how much I want you. I've never been this ha..." He shook his head, thinking better of what he'd been about to say though she had a good idea of what it had been. "It has nothing to do with wanting you." He sighed heavily as he placed her hands against his chest, blue eyes holding her own. "It's just not right. Not here, not like this."
"If its what we want, then isn't it right?" She would have never admitted it, but now that his body wasn't pressed to hers and his hands weren't creating magic on her skin, a tiny flicker of doubt was beginning to burn. It wasn't that she didn't want Jack to be her first, but oh, the idea of carrying through with the act was nerve wracking. She suspected it was something better thought about, and not spontaneously pursued...
"Elsa, do you want your first time to be rushed and cold against a wall in a cave?" His thumb stroked the back of her hand slowly. "You deserve better than that. And if we do this...if I'm going to be your first...it's going to be perfect. I owe you that."
Elsa rested her head against his chest, groaning in frustration. How could she argue with logic like that? "Ugh. Why do you have to make so much sense?"
He chuckled, cupping her face between his cool palms and raising it so he could plant a kiss on her forehead. "Because somebody's got to look out for you." He flashed that signature half smirk of his, and Elsa knew that any further persuasion was out the window. Case closed. "We should probably get you fed and get back to work, huh?"
"I'm not hungry." She mumbled, drawing another laugh from him. "Oh stop it, Elsa. If I can be patient...you can be too. It'll be worth it."
"You've had 300 years to learn patience. I've had nearly 22. Give me a break." She said pointedly as he took her hand and began leading her toward the bag that contained their lunch.
"Exactly. I've been waiting for you for centuries. Clearly I've had it worse." He winked at her as he stooped to unpack the food, and though he looked spectacularly adorable, she had never wanted to hit him worse than she did right then. Damn his smooth, romantic logic!
