Elsa was appalled. "I... I can't believe this." She stared down the man she loved most in utter betrayal.

"Elsa, I'm sorry, but there was nothing else I could do."

"You could have—"

"No. There was no other way."

Elsa's lip quivered in anger. "You still have another chance. Make the right move, and I'll forgive you if you fix this mess."

Jack's neutral expression turned into a rather devious smirk. His blue eyes pierced through hers. "Oh, Elsa. Did you really think you could sweet-talk your way out of this? You underestimate me."

She felt a twinge of fear, pain, and regret. She observed his next move... and Jack placed his piece down, capturing Elsa's King. "Checkmate!" He beamed widely. This was their third round of chess on their board made of ice. Elsa had lost all three times and this was the last straw. She shattered the entire board and all the pieces, then stormed to the other side of the study.

"What the Hell? You just learned how to play yesterday! How in the flying fu—?"

Jack took his prize, the last chocolate-covered strawberry. "Talk about a sore loser."

"One last round!"

"Elsa, it's late. We've been playing for hours." He whined, still smiling. "I can't believe you thought you could bat those eyes at me and trick me into letting you win." Elsa folded her arms like a spoiled child and went silent. "Aww, someone's up past her bedtime." He started to push her towards their chamber. "Come on, I'll tuck you in."

"I'm not speaking to you until you tell me your secret."

"What secret? I'm just a fast learner." He said with a wink. When they got to their room, Elsa crawled into bed, still not facing him. "I also have an amazing teacher." She wasn't going to fall for his compliments; her competitive edge had ruined the mood between them many a time... but Jack wouldn't let it tonight. He had an idea of just how to both stroke her ego and earn another reward out of it. "I mean, darling, let's face it. There are just some things I'm always gonna be better than you at; snowball fights, chess..." he cleared his throat, "in bed."

Elsa jerked upright, "Oh please!"

He crawled next to her, "What's that supposed to mean?" He still had that smug grin that she both loved and hated.

"Not to hurt your fragile manhood, but sometimes you finish way too quickly."

That stung. "Ouch, right in the manhood." He was too amused by her fury to let that get him down. "So, you're saying you can make me come quicker than I can you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Oh yeah?" He started to unbutton his nightshirt. "Want a bet?"

Another challenge? Elsa wasn't falling for his trap... she was throwing herself into it headfirst! "All right," she reached behind to unlace her nightgown, "whichever one of us gets the other to finish first gets..." She thought about it. What was the actual reward at the end? "Uh..." She felt one of Jack's hands on her shoulder, along with his bare skin pressed up against her back. He started to play with the straps of her dress.

"I think we both come out winners in this case." She was giving her 'the look.' The one that always made her blush. Feigning disinterest, she turned her head and her braid whipped him in the face. That didn't deter him; he nuzzled his face to her neck with a low hum, hand tracing the lining of her silk gown. "You're so beautiful. Even when you're angry." He gave her neck a little poke with his lips, more eager to make her feel good than to 'win' anything. He had her heart, and that was greater than all the world's riches.

...Elsa wasn't quite as romantic. She huffed, "You have quite a way to go."

"Do I?" His voice was still silvery. He was too fixated on her neck, his fingers tracing up and down her porcelain skin, to care about winning or losing. "Well, I've got all night." He kissed the side of her neck, caressed it with his lips. His free hand began to smooth through the bindings of her braid. He started to undo it and the sensation of his fingers fiddling with the twists in her blonde waves was so relaxing Elsa couldn't help but close her eyes. "Am I getting close?"

Her eyes flipped open. "No." She growled. "You haven't even got my clothes off yet."

"I can't help it." He rested his forehead to her shoulder. "I want to savor the moment."

Elsa began to soften. "You are such a..." She stopped herself.

"What?" He started to kiss her shoulder.

"You're adorable. That's all." She brushed her own hand through his fine, ivory hair. It was hard to resist for long when he was acting this way, and Elsa knew for sure she was going to come out the victor! Once her hair was let down, she faced him, and the two descended onto the bed so they were both on their sides, kissing and cuddling. The amount of affection they had for each other had not diminished since they first met as teenagers; it only grew with each passing year.

Jack broke the kiss, moved some of her hair behind her ear, then started to pull her gown off of her shoulders, but he didn't remove it entirely. He stopped just below her declate, and began to kiss her collarbones chastely. He'd always somehow remained so intimate and tender with her no matter how badly he just wanted to sink inside of her; Elsa admired his self-control. She had initially thought that after seventeen years of not even speaking to a girl his age, it'd be hard to keep him off of her. Maybe it was because he'd been isolated for so long that he was careful with how he treated her. None of that mattered. All that mattered was right now, stirring up the heat inside of him by tracing soft little lines down his shoulders and chest.

Her hands were magic in more ways than one!

He got lost in her eyes, just as he did the night he first saw her. She did for him as well—it had been too dark to notice the white hair, and so it was his eyes that first took her. Their unnatural shade of blue that could cast a spell of their own. She was under his enchantment, and he reached for her chin and pulled her into another kiss.

Elsa asked smugly, "Am I making progress?"

"I dunno. You tell me." He was too busy contemplating just how beautiful she was, even when she was teasing him. Especially when she was teasing him.

"Hm..." Elsa knew how to 'check.' She reached her hand below Jack's waist and pressed against him. Instantly he had to fight back the urge to let out a moan, all that came out was a broken gasp. "Ooh, I'm getting somewhere." Jack was lost in the feeling, and Elsa was barely even unclothed. As she pulled her gown off, Jack immediately pressed kisses into her breasts once they were out, making a soft trail down the skin beneath them. He traced the outline of her nipple with his forefinger, watching it stiffen into a small bud before he let his tongue run over it. With care, he gripped her breast as he began to suckle in such a way that had Elsa beginning to go short of breath. How was it that it was his gentleness that took her breath away, that made her heart race, and not the frenzied, animalistic love-making scenes she'd read in those novels she was never supposed to find?

He let go to kiss the crevice of her other neglected breast and Elsa rolled Jack onto his back. Forcing himself to pull away, he watched with cloudy eyes as she stripped off what was left, and then began to (finally) remove his pants down to his ankles. The only articles of clothing that stayed with them at all times were their wedding bands. All Jack could see was the determination in her eyes; she still hadn't forgotten this was technically a contest! She sure as Hell was going to best him this time. Jack sighed, "Elsa," his voice was a whisper, "why don't we just call off the bet?" What on earth was he thinking? This was Elsa he was speaking to!

Besides, did he really want to miss out on what 'techniques' she had for beating him to the finish line? Well, in this case, it was about getting him there first!

Elsa grinned coyly down at him, and it drove him absolutely wild. "Not a chance." And then she began to tease his hard dick by rubbing her thumb over the tip and Jack started to unravel, unable to quell a desperate moan. He watched her take him in her mouth, and he struggled to keep his gasps of pleasure at bay.

"Elsa–! Oh...! Elsa..." He had the bedsheets clenched in his balled fists. She let her hands do their job along the base as she played with the head with her lips and tongue. He watched Elsa drag her tongue around it and he swore he could burst right at that moment.

Perhaps it was time to be generous and let him have a turn. Though he was vexed when she released her grip around him and climbed to his hips, all was forgiven when she took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. His efforts had paid off after all, and he felt her warm, slick heat in his fingers. Elsa almost whimpered when she felt him begin to massage her in all the right places. She was quite resilient when it came to anything, but with Jack, she was more than willing to let her guard down and she started to melt in his grasp, kneeling over him.

With his other hand, which had been gripping onto the blanket for dear life, he held her cheek. All the desire for one another right in their faces. He wrapped his arms around her and their lips smashed together in a near-feral manner. Elsa sat up with him still in his arms, their kiss only momentarily broken. Elsa had her prey in position, and with perfect precision, she seized the opportunity and teased him with her entrance. Jack's eyes seemed to beg for her to make the torture end, his erection throbbed with the need to slip inside, into a world that was only her. Eyes locked like she was establishing her dominance, Elsa brought him inside of her and both were now at the mercy of each other.

Elsa's own pleasure rose with each thrust and bounce on his lap, taking him with ease as Jack got lost inside of the euphoria that was her warm, wet, snug haven. He was close now, but did he hold off to get the chance at one last loving jab at her, or did he cut himself some slack and give her the satisfaction she seemed to be working so hard for? God, it almost hurt to try and hold back, and his moans were a dead giveaway that he was nearly there.

Then she used it, her secret weapon. The ace up her sleeve. She had been waiting for the right moment to say it and she leaned in and whispered to his ear, "Jack." With such lust and desire that it sent Jack tumbling over the edge. Gripping her tightly, he sank into rapture and let out all his resolve, filling her with the warm, white fluid that could only be described as his love for her. He was still panting by the time Elsa gave him a few, final humps and she climbed off.

Jack was seeing stars. Meanwhile, Elsa was grinning at him the way he usually did, waiting for him to turn to her. He soon did, and then started to laugh weakly, "Christ..."

"You're quite the graceful loser, I must say." She slid closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"All right." He closed his eyes, relishing in the afterglow. But he opened them right back, "Wait. You didn't–"

"It's not a big deal." She pulled the blankets over them, "You'll have another shot soon."

Jack knew he couldn't leave Elsa hanging there... He climbed over her and grinned, "You know, I never did say what the winner gets." And then he slithered under the sheets, ducking between her legs.