Day 73: In Which She Has A Kitchen Mishap

Jack tended to her injury with so much care that it would, under different circumstances, probably make Elsa's heart throb, but as things were, the fact that he seemed to be having fun with the situation only made her grow annoyed the longer he wasted bandaging her hand.

"Maybe we should order take out tonight," he mused, not even bothering to hide his stupid grin.

Instead of giving him a proper reply, Elsa simply huffed with a shake of her head.

"What, you're mad at me?" Jack asked with a chuckle. "Hate to break it to you, Elsa, but you don't get to be mad at me this time."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing," she grumbled, rolling her shoulders back.

"Will you hold still?" he chastised with a firm hand on her knuckles. Despite her discontented sounds of protest, he continued his diligent work until he could proudly announce, "There! All patched up."

"Thank you—" She attempted to pull her hand back, but before she could do it, he was bringing her fingers to his lips for a kiss.

"Wow." She rolled her eyes. "I feel better already."

Faking aggrievance, he sighed. "Stay here, I'll take care of the rest."

Elsa frowned as she watched him making his way to the kitchen. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Yeah." She heard Jack snorting. "And I bet I can do it without losing any of my fingers!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"


You should know by now that my word means nothing...