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WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content that may be a bit too much for some readers. Said content will be marked with a bold X (X) when it begins and when it ends, but even though, discretion is suggested and recommended. Also, there's notes below, I'll love if you check them out.
10.
When the limo (that was completely packed with drunken girls) got to the Winters' mansion, Elsa was the only one to get off the ride. The other girls, including her cousin and sister (obviously) are still full-on bachelorette mode and not ready for the night to end just yet.
Still, in a silent agreement of the sort, they decided to give Elsa a ride to the mansion even if they were going right back downtown afterwards, as if they knew exactly what was about to happen.
That suspicion proved to be true once all of them silently (so they didn't wake the 'adults') cheered Elsa once she got out of the car.
Quiet cheers like "Go get some!" "Show him who's in charge!" "Go ride that *beep*" and other much, much colorful things were heard.
Elsa giggled at their antics as she stumbled on her feet just a little while hugging securely her now money-fat clutch to her chest, and just before she got inside through the kitchen door, Elsa turned to the girls and gave them one last cheeky grin, because what the hell? Right? While the girls had the main idea of what was about to happen, they didn't know the entirety of it.
Yes, Elsa was gonna get laid and 'get some' and all the other things they implied, but with the teeny-tiny detail that she was going to do so... with a hooker.
So fucking what, right?
She stopped hearing the silent cheers as she carefully closed the kitchen door.
She wasn't as drunk as she was at the ATM anymore (probably due to the fact that as she got closer to her home, the fact of what she was about to do sobered her up) but her mind was still set, she was just a tiny bit nervous.
Nervous about what she was going to do, nervous about the fact that she had yet to face Jack post-kiss, nervous about how he was going to react, what he thought about the whole thing?
Still, she also came to the realization that if she was to be sober right about now, she'd still do what she was about to do. Because, it wasn't the alcohol that was making her bolder, no.
It was the kiss.
It was the feeling that kiss gave her, the thing she couldn't sober up of.
She's never been kissed like that before. Never even close.
No kiss, in her entire life, has ever made her feel like that.
She couldn't even hope to dream about a kiss making her feel anything resembling what she felt.
That's why she won't back up from this. She wanted more, so much more of that.
She knew it was probably going to be the biggest mistake ever but it didn't matter. Like she said before, she has a Plan B. If things went south for her after this, she'll cope. She'll force herself to, because she wasn't doing this blindfolded, nope, she was fully aware of it.
With a shaky sigh, she silently made her way to her room.
Once she got in front of her dark wooded doors, she did the best she could to make no sound as she opened it.
Even though part of her already knew that Jack wouldn't be spending that much time in the bachelor party, it still surprised her to find him already in bed, sleeping peacefully. True, Jack didn't strike her as the type of guy to go to a bachelor party and go full on 'Last Day on Earth!' mode to begin with. Much less drink like there's no tomorrow or engage in the typical bachelor activities (such as strippers, to be more specific). But, she did expect him to find him awake. By the looks of it, it seemed that he's been home for a while now.
She just stood there for a while (like a creep) watching him as he let out soft, quiet snores. The sight woke an entire zoo in her tummy.
Elsa sighed softly, and bit her lip as her eyes traveled down to her clutch. It couldn't even close now. So fat of bills that some of them were threatening to escape.
She better hide this. Like, now.
There was no more use for it anyways, at least not right now. Elsa didn't have the heart to wake up Jack; he deserved to rest more than anyone after all the craziness she's been putting him through for the past days.
Now, the little alcohol left in her system was indeed the responsible one when she decided to get changed just there instead of the bathroom. What was the point, anyways? Jack was soundly asleep, so there was nothing to worry about.
Elsa picked the first sleepwear item she could grab from her open luggage in the room, a lavender satin dress that went down to her knees, and she then proceeded to undress.
She still turned her back on Jack, just because it'll feel creepy to undress looking at him and she was still paranoid Elsa after all.
She placed her clutch on a nearby chair, as she took out her top to then carelessly place it on top of the clutch, partially hiding it from view.
She was a bit grumpy now, because she definitely wasn't 'gonna get some' as she previously thought, but she also didn't wanna wake Jack. So, she quickly took of her skirt, shoes, socks and bra to then slip into the dress since she was already hurrying to get into bed and rest to be ready for another tortuous day.
But just as she turned around, her heart skipped several beats at the sight.
Jack was awake alright, and even though you could see the evident sleepiness on his face, he was looking straight at her.
She didn't know how she managed not to gasp in surprise.
A ton of thoughts swarmed her mind right there and then, as she continued to hold his gaze, but she couldn't make out a single word of them.
The only thing she could currently register was that the room had seemed to fall down to hell because it suddenly felt like a sauna in there... And Jack seemed to be the only source of cold.
Without even realizing, and with her whole body seemingly on fire, Elsa was already sitting at the edge of the bed, right next to him, without breaking their gaze-lock not even once.
He was, of course, the first one to speak.
"Hey" He said, his voice still raspy from the sleep.
Elsa felt, instantly, the heat raise up to her cheeks and even going down below, just from the sound of his voice.
'Not fair' She thought, for the millionth time since she met him.
Nothing could ever be fair when it came to him. It wasn't fair the effect he had over her, or how her body unwillingly reacted to him, how he seemed to make her blush with just about everything he said, or how her eyes had so much trouble trying to stop to watching him constantly, or how safe and comfortable she felt around him even if they just met.
Or how badly she wants to touch his hair.
Or how badly she wanted to kiss him again.
"Hey" She also said, barely a whisper.
It just wasn't fair.
"How did your night go?" He asked, clearing his throat. He was having trouble speaking as well. "Had fun?"
"Yeah" She said in a heated sigh. "I did" She added, eyes never traveling away from his. "I had a really nice night"
Jack held her gaze for a moment, trying hard to keep his eyes set on hers and not on her mouth. He didn't know if he managed to do it or not.
"I'm glad" He said truthfully, his voice still considerably raspy. "Do you, uh... Wanna get some rest now?" He just didn't know what to say or what to do. Although, he was painfully aware of what he wanted to say and do, but not of what he should be doing.
She was just so impossibly close to him, so much more than she's ever been on the bed, anyways; and her face was adorably flushed, and the moon slipping through the windows made her hair look an angelic shade of white, and the lavender sleep dress she chose to wear was just torture.
But he couldn't even continue to debate on what to do, because suddenly Elsa's hand was gently resting on his bare chest, sending icy-hot shivers all over him.
He was unable hold the shaky breath he let out, but he was trying to get a hold of the goosebumps that were taking over his skin.
He looked at her, almost pleadingly. Though, he wasn't sure what he was pleading for. For her to stop? To stop before she went too far, far away from the point they could get back from. Far enough for them to end up hurt, getting hurt by the other. Far from the already blurry lines between make believe and reality. Something he was pretty sure both of them were losing the hang off.
Was he pleading her to stop, because if this ended up badly, he knew he wouldn't be able to come back from it like he did last time? Because he wasn't sure he'll be able to get over her, now that he got to know her?
Or was it for her to continue? For her to get even closer? For her to slide her hand across his chest, make him feel more of those electric shivers that always seemed to be there whenever they touched? Or for her to kiss him... like she did last time?
Jack's internal debate was cut off short, though. Because Elsa made up her mind quicker than he did... And he only registered that once he felt the same minty lips that he already had carved up in his brain on his.
Elsa was kissing him again.
It wasn't like the last kiss, though. No... This one was way gentler, her soft lips moving like delicate feathers over his, almost hesitant. It was like she was carefully testing something out.
That proven to be true once she gently broke the kiss, and gazed at him hesitation clouding her eyes.
She wanted to know if it was okay.
But Jack didn't give her much room for doubts, since he instantly and gently placed his hand on her nape and brought her close to him, just to capture her lips once more.
Just as Elsa sighed into the kiss, Jack pulled her to him as he laid back in bed, with her on top of him.
X
They kissed, and kissed, and kissed... for what seemed hours but at the same time just seconds.
He could spend an eternity like this, he thought at some point. Because her lips felt so perfect against his, it almost felt unreal.
Elsa couldn't hold back the breathless sighs and quiet moans. The feeling overtaking her body was something never experienced before, and Jack was just heaven; kissing her sloppy, delicately caressing her with his nose as he kissed her, his hands gently traveling across her back, her skin, in feathery touches.
But they couldn't take it that long, none of them could.
Heat started to take over them, consuming them, threatening to swallow them whole.
Jack's right hand began bringing her even closer to his mouth, and his left hand was now pressing on her skin as it continued to explore her, in such a delicious way that was making Elsa shiver.
She gasped in surprise when Jack quickly but swiftly switched their positions.
Once he was the one on top of her, Jack took a moment to look at her, straight into her big, cerulean eyes.
She was just so beautiful, he could barely believe it.
He could barely believe his luck right now.
He captured her lips again brushing his body against hers but being careful not to crush her, and she welcomed his action with a breathless moan.
Still supporting himself with one hand, he placed the other one on her leg, right above the knee, and began to rub heated circles on her skin, going upwards.
Elsa panted heatedly, breaking the kiss in the process since she was unable to control herself any longer.
She was dizzy in pleasure, feeling like she was floating in Cloud 9, overwhelmed by so many delightful feelings.
Jack's heated body, pressing against her, suffocating her but at the same time making her desperate to bring him even closer to her, to cover every inch of her body with his; and his fingers cold, cold as ice, with a maddening contact against her also heated skin as they traveled across her outer tight. Getting closer, closer...
Elsa gave in her first desire when Jack's cold fingers slowly but confidently continued below her sleep dress, caressing her hip with pressured circles and played with the hem of her lace panties; her thin fingers brushed through his silvery white hair, testing once and for all how soft it was.
And boy... it didn't disappoint.
Jack let out a deep groan once he felt Elsa's fingers running through his hair. He captured her neck in return, making her gasp loudly as she felt his heated lips kissing, sucking and nibbling her skin as he trailed.
Elsa's back arched more and more as he got closer to her shoulder, and Jack wasn't sure how much more he'll be able to take. The sounds of her moans and pants, and the feeling of her body press more and more against his... it was just maddening.
Elsa seemed to be in his exact same position, though; because her hands moved desperately to the hem of his sleep pants, trying to get him out of them.
Jack moved to help her, but not so much for him to stop his ministrations on her neck and shoulders.
Elsa shuddered once she realized that Jack was out of his pants and just in boxers. As soon as he got out of them, Elsa felt as his right leg settle between hers, forcing them apart, and coming in direct contact her crotch.
She let a loud, breathless moan at this, instantly pressing herself against his leg without even realizing.
Jack groaned as well, pressing his eyes shut as he felt hi against her.
So hot, so wet.
He suppressed a growl as he continued to feel Elsa pressing herself against him even harder, and turned to continue his sloppy, wet kisses on her skin, but getting closer and closer to her breasts.
He brushed his mouth against the crown of her breasts, as he teased her skin with his tongue. Elsa was hardly holding back anything right now, and Jack was sure that they could probably hear her beyond the lake, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
He wanted her to be even louder.
Jack's lips and tongue stopped their path once it came obstructed by Elsa's sleep dress lacey trims. He looked up to her, without breaking the contact with her skin.
Elsa was looking straight at him through her thick lashes. She was heavy lidded; her checks flushed with the most adorable shade of cherry, her luscious her all messed up, her lips swollen red and panting.
Jack's hips rocked against her pelvis at the sight, like a goddamn reflex. Elsa let out a pleading cry, and Jack spent not more than a millisecond slipping off Elsa's sleep dress.
His breath hitched at the sight.
"Fuck" it escaped his lips.
She was an angel, a goddess. It was like fucking God himself spent extra time to sculpt her to perfection.
'How can someone leave such a woman?' It went beyond his comprehension.
"You're gorgeous" Jack whispered, not even meaning to say it out loud.
Elsa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Jack cupped her face again, and kissed her. Kissed her like any man with at least two functioning brain cells should kiss a god-sent woman like her. He kissed her gently, respectfully, but fully. He took his time to make sure that she'll know, through the kiss, how goddamn amazing she was, how anyone should die to have her.
Elsa sighed in the kiss; feeling butterflies and shivers wash all over her. He was kissing her so tenderly, so beautifully, so consumingly, so... devotedly.
She didn't wanna wake up from this dream.
Jack groaned in the kiss after a moment, because they were still pressed against each other, and Elsa was inching even closer, if possible.
Jack's hand traveled against Elsa's body again, without breaking the kiss, and this time Elsa's hand did the same.
Elsa's hands caressed Jack's chest, fingers travelling slow and smoothly against his abs, as to memorize every single inch, while she felt Jack's hand gently rub her stomach, and going upwards to cup her breast, tease it.
Jack paused, though, and broke their kiss once he felt Elsa's fingers slide teasingly inside his boxers, playing with the hem, pushing it lower.
Jack sought her eyes, and when he found them, he was surprised to find not even a little of hesitation, but just expectancy, excitement, lust.
Jack lifted himself up just enough so she could properly push his boxers down, as he did the same with her panties.
He could feel her nervous now, but not because she was unsure. She was just nervous, and he thought that maybe it's been a while since she'd done this.
He leaned down to kiss her, reassuringly. There was nothing to worry about. The last thing he'll do is hurt her, or make her feel self-conscious. She was perfect. She was everything.
He wanted her to know that.
In the back of his mind, pushing aside every single pervy thought of things he'll love to do to her. Love for her to enjoy. He knew that it's probably been a while since she's done this, so he knew it was probably not the best option to go full out.
So, he situated himself between her legs, spreading them up, making her grip his shoulders anxiously.
"Jack" She whispered, the first word that left her mouth till now. Jack's icy blue eyes turned to her, expecting her to find her unsure, maybe backing up. But instead, he found her eyes only in need of some reassurance, some confidence. Because she wanted this, so bad, he could tell. "... Jack" she said again, but oh, so differently from last time.
She was pleading now.
He kissed her again, briefly, making her eyes flutter shut. Once he broke the kiss, while his lips still ghosted hers, he penetrated her slowly.
Elsa let out a stuttering, raspy cry.
He filled her fully, and the feeling was just indescribable.
The amount of pleasure she was currently feeling was not something she could ever dream to explain.
Jack groaned, feeling every inch of her around him, grasping him, pulling him deeper.
"Fuck" He'll lose his goddamn mind.
He couldn't bare it; he'd fall into insanity if he didn't move soon, so he did.
Elsa let out a loud gasp when she felt Jack thrusting into her, feeling waves of icy-hot shocks with each thrust traveling through every inch of her body, driving her deeper and deeper into madness.
She couldn't keep quiet, she just couldn't. It was like she was possessed.
With each powerful thrust, a loud moan would leave her sweet, swollen lips, and Jack made it a personal challenge for him to make her go even louder.
Let them hear her. Let them hear them.
He wanted everyone to hear her scream his name.
So he went in harder, and faster. His head resting on her shoulder while her head rolled back, his body touching hers as much as he could.
"Jack!" Elsa let out a quiet scream, trying to contain herself as she tried to grasp the little bit of reality left in what appeared to be an entire new dimension. But Jack refused to accept it; he refused to accept just quiet screams. He wanted her to go full out. He wanted her to completely lose herself on him.
And she was just about to. She couldn't control herself. She continued to scream his name, louder and louder each time.
She was close, and Jack knew. Because her walls were almost squishing the life out of him and Elsa had tears of pleasure in the corners of her eyes.
And he was about to lose it, too.
But he refused to do so before she did.
He wanted her to come, so hard, that every single trace of Horny Hans would be forever erased from her mind. So hard, that she knew no one would ever make her feel pleasure like this again.
And God, she did.
Elsa's nails dug into his shoulders, deep, as he felt her walls grip him like a goddamn vice while she screamed his name in what had to be the most amazing sound he ever heard.
He didn't know how he managed not to come inside her right then and there.
As soon as she became undone in his hold, Jack managed to pull out but while he tried to spill somewhere else the further he got was her tummy.
Elsa didn't seem to mind, though. Still laid down, trying to catch her breath as she looked at him through her lashes with a soul-piercing glance.
Jack stared straight at her, too. Still in the same position with his head down as he tried to get some strength back.
He was a bit nervous... Or actually, scared.
But, Elsa smiled at him. It was almost imperceptible, but Jack saw it, and her eyes were also telling.
He felt happy, and Elsa did, too.
But there was no point in denying the nervous feeling building up inside them, anyways.
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She's pleaded, begged and prayed, with all her heart and to every fucking God she could think of, for the morning to never ever come.
But of course, it did.
Elsa's been awake for like, half an hour or so, but she has yet to move a muscle from the position she woke up.
She was just too freaking scared.
She woke up to Jack getting ready for his morning run. She could tell that he was trying to make as little noise as possible, but she was sure her anxiety regarding regarding the situation caused a light sleep, which caused her to wake up.
She stayed completely still in her position once she opened her eyes, closing them once again once she realized Jack was still in the room.
She didn't know how in hell he bought her act, the fact that she was fucking naked, and her anxiety regarding the whole ordeal was making her so tense she was like a statue on the bed, not even breathing.
After what felt like forever, Jack finally left (Elsa suspected he waited a little while for her to wake up but then gave up) and Elsa could finally breath properly again.
She still remained in her same position for another good 15 minutes or so, though.
Once she was sure the coast was clear and Jack wouldn't come barging in but rather be deep in Arendelle's downtown running, she finally got up from the bed.
Her heart was still beating so hard on her chest, though.
Elsa sighed worriedly, as she wrapped the entirety of the duvet cover around her body, picked up some new pajamas (a very kid-like one now, with blue, snowmen printed cotton shorts and a simple white cotton shirt) that she put on after taking a shower and brushing her teeth.
Her head did hurt a little after all the alcohol yesterday, but it was nothing compared to the images that were flashing in her mind nonstop.
She remembered every single detail.
She was pretty sure it was something that would be burned in her brain till the day she dies.
Not that she wanted to forget in the first place.
Last night was probably the most amazing night she ever had. It was magical, almost ethereal.
She was sure it was some sort of outer-world experience.
She could still feel Jack's touch on her skin, his lips on her lips, his breath against her shoulders.
She would've give anything to have that back, maybe more than one more time.
But, she wasn't in that alternative universe she was last night. This was reality and most importantly: actuality.
This wasn't your typical one-night stand. Hell, it wasn't even your typical encounter with a prostitute!
She wasn't in her NYC apartment, where she could escape this, and Jack hasn't left for good after a one night stand or a prostitute would have.
She'll have to face him, and soon. There's nowhere to hide.
Her mind was just a mess, though. Because she had no clue what to do!
Of course, she's dying to just kiss him good morning once he returns, cuddle him up on the bed once again, maybe even end up like yesterday... But Jack wasn't her boyfriend! Hell, she didn't even know if he liked her back!
What if he assumed that she was just purchasing one of his extra features yesterday? And he would be asking for the money as soon as he got back? What if he was waiting for her to wake up so he could collect his paycheck?
Or what if he was waiting for her to wake up so he could kiss her senseless?
"UGH!" Elsa groaned as she flopped on the bed once again, covering her face with a pillow.
What should she do? She was already gonna accept heavy headed the heartbreak if he wasn't interested... but she wouldn't be able to take the heartbreak plus the humiliation to ask where they were standing now.
She was panicking, in typical Elsa fashion.
Her panic session was suddenly interrupted, though, because the door began to open quietly.
Elsa cursed under her breath as her heart was threatening to explode.
Fuck, she thought she had more time.
Jack pushed the door open, while Elsa peeked at him from under the pillow. To her surprise, he was coming in with a tray holding a glass of water, aspirins and a large glass Bloody Mary.
His icy blue eyes instantly met his, and when they found her, peeking him from under the pillow, his face broke into a charming grin.
Gosh, he wasn't making this easy.
"Hey" He said, placing the tray on one of the bedside tables, making Elsa smile.
"Hey" She said shyly, still partially hiding under the pillow.
"Rough morning?" He said, chuckling softly, while handing her the Bloody Mary. Elsa rolled her eyes at him as she took it.
"Thanks" She murmured quietly, unable to keep ignoring the nerves bubbling up in her. "And yeah" She added.
'What to do, what to do, what to do, what the fuck do I do'
Elsa assumed she only had three options: deal with the heartbreak: that would be him rejecting her (most likely to happen). Deal with the humiliation: consisting in her pathetically asking him if he liked her (which, honestly, he's a prostitute and he's here for a job so we all know the answer) there was a tiny chance that he would like her back, but she's still be the one asking, hence the humiliated one. Lastly, deal with the humiliation and the heartbreak: opening her heart to him and getting flat out rejected to then be asked for the money she owns him.
She didn't wanna do this. She didn't wanna be the one to ask where they stood.
Still, she didn't know what possessed her when she asked:
"Did something happen last night? Everything's kinda blurry..." She thought she was simply throwing the ball on his field, make him be the one to do the explaining without her getting exposed first.
But, she knew it was the wrong, or actually the worst thing to do when she watched Jack's reaction.
Jack's face transformed right before her eyes. His easy, charming smile seemed to have been broken in half while his cheerful eyes were suddenly clouded by co fusion, then disbelief, until they became almost sour.
Elsa started panicking.
Holy hell, did he thought she was trying to bail out of the payment? Did he thought she was trying to steal from him or something?
Jack blinked and looked down at the floor, to then clear his throat soundly.
"Uh, no" He said, but Elsa could feel every last bit of anger and offense in his voice. "Nothing happened."
'Why is he lying?'
For some god forsaken reason, Elsa stood her ground.
"Are you sure? Because I don't-"
"Yes. I'm sure" He cut right through her words almost hissing. He wasn't looking at her anymore.
"Really, Jack? Because if something did happen I could totally-"
"Nothing happen, Elsa. You came here, drunk as fuck, and crashed right into bed. That's it" He said finally, getting up from the bed.
The way he said it, though. It was like a billion knifes were piercing right through her skin.
But suddenly she was offended.
Because who the hell he thinks he is to be offended?
She just asked the question so he could tell her how much money she fucking owed him. She was just trying to make this less awkward for them. And yeah, maybe if someone forgot they had sex with her she'll be a little offended but it happened all the time! To everyone! Is not like it was something unheard of!
"Alright" Elsa said just as angry, and Jack looked at her almost disbelievingly. "If you say so"
Jack narrowed her eyes dangerously at her.
"I do say so" Jack said.
"Fine." Elsa spat. Getting up from the bed as well.
"Fine!" Jack said louder.
"We're good then! All freaking settled!" Elsa nearly growled.
"Peachy, Princess" Jack hissed. "All fucking peachy"
Elsa's face was red in anger now, but just as she opened her mouth to say something else someone knocked on the door.
"Elsa, dearie! Remember you have dance lessons with Anna in an hour!" Her mother's voice could be heard from the other side. "Now, I know you two were really busy last night, I think everyone in the neighborhood knows, but you should eat something before you go!"
This time, Elsa blushes crimson in utter embarrassment.
She just couldn't believe her mom!
She looked wide eyed at Jack, but he just snorted dryly and turned to his luggage.
"Day's just getting better and better" He said bitterly.
Elsa's jaw dropped in disbelief and and offense, and then she quickly picked the first casual dress she could find in her luggage before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door with a loud bang.
Jack sighed when he heard the water running. He was sure she already took a shower before but she was taking another now just so she wouldn't have to face him.
Jack wanted to say he couldn't believe his bad luck, he really wanted to but he couldn't, because honestly? He should have expected this.
He knew that Elsa wasn't drunk last night, maybe just a little touched, but completely and utterly conscious about what she was doing.
Most importantly, Jack was sure Elsa remembered everything. Every single detail. He could bet anything on it.
She regretted it. That's what's happening.
She felt bold last night, maybe even a little horny so she said 'fuck it' and now she regretted her decision profoundly.
How stupid could he be? He should have stopped her. Just a flash of hesitation from his part and she would've backed up miles away.
He couldn't believe himself. He just couldn't believe that he had allowed himself to fall for her and most importantly: allowed himself to believe that she could ever fall for him.
He brought this to himself. He didn't date for a fucking reason and still he ignored everything and decided to go not only for his client but for a woman that was way of out his league that was also in love with someone else and his idiot self actually believed he had a shot! Ha!
Still, it hurt him. It hurt him a lot the fact that she would rather lie to him that simply tell him the truth. Tell him that it was just for a night and she was just feeling bold enough but she didn't harbor any feelings for him.
He couldn't believe she was flat out lying to him.
That's why he was angry at her.
Jack sighed.
There was really nothing he could do now. He'll continue to play the part, because he promised he would, even though he wanted nothing more than go back home and take some vacations and forget about this whole thing. But, he'll stop all the 'extra curricular' relations with her. No more getting close to her, no more playing his friend.
He'll just do his job.
Brushing his thoughts aside, he began thinking in what should he wear for a fucking dance class.
He assumed they would only be practicing the waltz, so a shirt and some pants should be fine, right? After all, that's what everyone wears in weddings.
He put on some pants, and he decided to wear the shirt he wore yesterday, since he barely stayed at the party anyways and no one would even remember, but he couldn't find it anywhere.
He tried to remember what he did when he got home last night, and he figured he maybe should've throw it somewhere since he was tired and grumpy when he got here. So, his eyes started to scan the room in search for it until he frowned at the sight of something.
He started to walk towards it to see what it was.
Three 1000 Norwegian krone bills where lying on the floor... and when his eyes trailed up just a bit, he could se another one on the chair below a little pile of clothing on the edge of falling.
He could easily identify Elsa's last night party clothes, but he couldn't understand why would Elsa have 4 of those large bills just lying around her room.
So, being the curious person he was, he carefully lifted Elsa's clothes from the chair effectively making the fourth bill fall to the floor.
And his heart just broke even more.
Elsa's last night clutch was sitting on the chair, unable to properly close due to the insane amount of bills packed inside of it.
With an almost trembling hand, Jack grabbed the clutch and made a quick aproxímate sight calculation of how much money was in there.
He felt angry, he felt insulted, and those feelings instantly consumed him.
Just as he came to the realization of what actually happened last night, the bathroom door opened and Elsa brushed past him and sat on the bed while she continued to brush her hair.
He just couldn't fucking believe her.
Elsa nearly jumped out of her skin when something kinda heavy landed on her lap.
Her eyes instantly snapped to Jack, without even looking what was on her lap now, and she was actually taken aback by how in raged he looked right now.
"Is this for last night?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Elsa blinked at him in utter confusion, until her eyes traveled to her lap and she felt her soul leave her body.
A.N.:
I KNOW! I DO! IT'S BEEN AGES! I'M AWARE!
And I'm sorry! You probably think there's no excuse but honestly there is. I've been busy with tons, tons of things. College, work, and I just started as a make-up artist so yeah, this year's been crazy and honestly I can't wait if it to END!
But not only that, but the Jelsa fandom was also so, so dead the last months. And trust me when I say that I've read almost every single Jelsa fanfic there is, and I couldn't find inspiration anywhere because there were no new fics and no new nothing and honestly I was starting to think Jelsa shippers were nearing extinction UNTIL! Holy HELL! Frozen 2 has definitely brought us all back to life and even recruited more Jelsa shippers!
The fandom is now alive as ever and I'm LIVING! So much inspiration for this cold lovebirds right now.
Also, I want to say that I wanted to update this like a month ago, but for some god forsaken reason Frozen 2 just got released in my country and I'd only watch it a couple of days ago and I was trying to avoid spoilers and so, because I know you would probably like to talk about that in the comments/reviews.
And just to add my two cents: honestly, I LOVED the movie! The songs weren't as iconic as the first ones but I loved this plot SO MUCH MORE! And honestly? The Jelsa foreshadowing was REAL AF. You can't convince me otherwise.
I have so many ideas for frozen 2 Jelsa fanfics but I'm forcing myself to finish this one first and the other fics I need to attend so... I'll probably write something in the future.
Anyways, just to talk a little about todays chapter:
First of all, sex scenes are so not my forte. I struggle writing them so much even though I love reading them. I hope I did okay with this one, I truly hope so.
Secondly, I know that a lot of you (if not all) would be disappointed with the fact that Jack had sex with Elsa even though she was just a little drunk (JUST A LITTLE! SHE WAS FULLY AWARE OF IT!) I know, I knooow that everyone loves the cliché 'I wanna do this when you're sober' line, I do too, but I feel like even if it's kinda ideal, it's also soooo unrealistic? True, alcohol makes you bolder. But it's pretty hard to get drunk into oblivion and not remember what you were doing unless you're actually unconscious! Trust me! I've been drunk, heavily drunk, and I still remember everything I did the day after and I am completely conscious of my actions as well!
What I mean is: Elsa could properly walk, properly talk, properly be able to get inside her house so it's pretty unrealistic for her not to be conscious about what she was doing.
You get me? I hope so.
Still, drama is brewing and we're almost at the climax of this story and I just cannot wait. I wanted to make this chapter even longer but I also wanted to post already, so I'll be posting the next one probably next week.
Anyways! Thoughts?
Till next time!
-Silvana