If I had been holding it together before I was losing it now. She was driving me insane. I had kept it together when I felt her firm breasts pressed against my chest. I had kept it together when I caught her silhouette shedding her robe through the thin paper and wrought iron. But now, I was losing it. I shifted uncomfortably. The room felt far too hot and my pants far too tight.

Despite the long hours spent in that cell. I still hadn't come up with an answer to that question but the thought sent me over the edge. I ran my hand through my hair trying to think soothing thoughts but every little splash brought me back to her. My imagination ran wild, fuelled by glimpses of her creamy chest and long legs. I sat back and squeezed my eyes shut, shifting again on the chair, trying to find relief from the building tension.

"Wait." I finally replied, "You don't remember?" It was a small comfort. At least she wasn't furious with me.

I should tell her.

That would be hard.

"Remember, what?" she inquired, her voice echoing slightly. Even her voice was driving me wild, soft and sweet.

Stop it.

Explain it to her.

I ordered myself. I felt like I owed it to her.

"Uh. I went to see North, he's a guardian too, and he said Pitch is bad." I started. She laughed.

"No way." She replied sarcastically. I heard a small splash and my mind began painting pictures. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I totally didn't see it coming." I countered sarcastically. This earned another laugh from her. I loved the way she laughed. "Then when I got there you were asleep."

All good so far.

"Then, uh," I paused waiting for the right words to drop out of the sky. "You started acting weird. I think Pitch was controlling you somehow and I thought you'd be mad when you woke up so I left."

"What do you mean acting weird? What did I do? You thought I'd be mad at Pitch?" The questions came pouring out from behind the screen. I sighed again.

"I thought you'd be mad at me." I said. I felt ashamed of myself yet her behavior on that day nearly drove it out of my mind. I ignored the throbbing in my lower abdomen and tried to piece together a description of what happened.

"You were kinda coming on to me." I blurted out. "Really strongly. I- I was trying to stop you cause it wasn't you and yeah. I just thought you'd be mad." I regretted every word. I wanted to go back to plans and escaping. There was a long silence.

"I'm so embarrassed." She said finally. "I was dreaming- oh my god." She sounded mortified.

"Nothing happened." I said, hoping to ease her embarrassment. She sighed.

"I'm so sorry." She said.

I'm not.

My heart was pounding in my chest, arousal pulsed through every vein. It had never been quite this strong before, my mind ran through everything that could have happened and I shifted in the chair once more, extremely uncomfortable in my pants. I ran my hand through my hair pulling slightly, a minor distraction.

"It's ok. It was Pitch." I said finally. My whole body was on edge.

"I'm getting out now." I heard her say gently. I squeezed my eyes shut I didn't want to see her towelling herself off but I did. I peeked at the reflection of the screen. One leg was up on the bath as she dried it hurriedly. I squeezed my eyes shut again and adjusted my pants. I bit my lip, I needed more distractions.

I heard the dress ruffle as she put it on.

"Jack," She said softly. I pictured her lips forming my name, then how they would feel on mine. I shook my head and squeezed my bruised shoulder.

"Yeah?" I tried to sound disinterested but I couldn't help the excitement that crept into voice.

"Could you zip me up?" I stood on shaky legs. I turned the corner of the screen and was greeted by her bare back. She held the dress at her breasts. Her long hair, untouched by the water was pulled over one shoulder. It fell in soft waves. I admired her flawless back and reached for the zipper which rested ever so low on her back.

I wanted to touch that skin so badly. I wanted to pull the dress off and get back into the bath with her but I didn't. I zipped it up, my finger following the indent of her spine, shrouding her slim white figure in black.

She turned to face me trying to pull the dress up but it was too tight to allow for it. It was strapless, and I couldn't help admiring the peaks of her breasts and her tiny waist. The dress fit perfectly, flowing over her hips to her bare feet.

"You look beautiful." I said, admiring her face now. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and she looked nervous again.

"Is there any way we could escape right now?" she pleaded. I shook my head. I couldn't get us out without my staff.

"You can do this." I reminded her. Our eyes met, she smelled delicious. I put one hand on her waist and pulled her closer. I ran my hand across her cheek, her skin was like silk. She glanced down at my lips. I pulled her closer until our lips were a hairs distance away and I could feel her soft breath on the sensitive skin. Before I could smile or laugh it off like I had intended, she closed the distance.

My eyes closed, and it felt like every inch of me buzzed with electricity. She pressed into me, which made me need her more. I pushed into the gentle kiss, igniting it. My hand was in her hair, her hands were on my chest, one finger rested lightly in the space between my collar bones. It sent a bolt of arousal straight down, hitting its mark hard. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.

She pulled back and I inhaled sharply. I wanted more. I wanted more but instead I pulled her into my arms, letting every emotion I had just experienced wash over the both of us. She stood in my embrace taking short breaths as if she had just jumped out of a plane.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

"Stay." She whispered. She slipped out of my arms and over to the door and opened it. "Yes, just a moment." She closed the door and found me behind the screen. I couldn't move. I couldn't let her go, not with him.

"I'll be back soon." She looked like I felt.

"Go." I said finally. It hurt every inch of me to say.

I love you.