Author (PLEASE READ): Dear Wattpad users (and FF users), thank you all so much for 10k reads! Smut is still new to me and I'm so happy you all seem to enjoy it or at least find it entertaining. About this special chapter, there's some backstory. This smut series is related to my Jelsa 'trilogy,' which includes my fics Jack Frost, Trials of the Moonlight, and The King of Arendelle. Currently, The King of Arendelle is unfinished so to those who are actively reading my fic, please wait until it is so that this chapter will make sense or will at least be spoiler-free. If you're not reading them, well... read on, I guess! The trilogy will also answer some questions about some *spoiler* characters you'll see in this chapter. I hope that clears up some confusion you might have but anyway, have fun reading.

Context just to set this chapter up: Jack is recovering from severe injuries and has been bedridden for several months. Today, while they get some alone time, Elsa decides to try and give him a new remedy for the pain. (If you've read previous chapters you'll know that Emily is Jack's mother.)


When Emily walked by Jack and Elsa's room, she heard, "Can you say 'Dada'?" Upon peering inside, she saw Jack holding his son, Nicholas. The six-month-old was perched on his lap, propped up by Jack's good knee. Jack was leaning back into the pillows, slightly uncomfortable from sitting up... But he had the biggest smile on his face.

"Da...da?" He repeated at the cooing baby who kept trying to grab his father's silvery-white hair. "Ow, bud!" He laughed when Nicholas accidentally pulled his bangs. "You already have hair, don't take mine!"

Emily gave herself away by giggling. Jack turned to her; he wondered how long she'd been watching them. "You were a hair-puller too." She smiled and sat beside him in the bed. "Hello, my cutie." She kissed Nicholas' face and the baby smiled. "You love your Grandmama, huh?"

Jack smirked, then blew a raspberry into the baby's cheek, making him laugh again. "I love how much he smiles." Jack nuzzled his forehead.

"You were a smiley baby." Emily recalled. "In fact, he looks just like you when you were that small."

Jack chuckled, "Sorry, bud."

Emily rolled her eyes, "Oh, Jack."

"It's okay. You're cuter than Daddy was." He said, rubbing his nose on his son's. Nicholas wasn't very reactive that time. He started to rub his eyes. "Aw... Are you sleepy?" He shifted him into a cradle. "Daddy's sleepy too." He whispered, holding him close to his chest on the side that wasn't wounded. Nicholas snuggled right up to him.

"You need me to put him to bed?"

"No... Give me a little longer." Jack rasped, nodding off. He'd missed this so much. He knew he should give him to Emily so he could lie back down and fall asleep, but... He just wanted to hold him forever. Jack didn't see any harm, so he closed his eyes for just a second...

"Hello, handsome."

When Jack opened them, Elsa was lying beside him and Nicholas was gone from his arms. He hadn't heard her come in. "When'd you get here?" He asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"Thirty minutes ago." She answered and Jack's eyes widened.

"Wh-What?" He'd only closed his eyes for a second!

Elsa giggled, "You fell asleep almost two hours ago."

"Where're the kids?"

"They're outside playing. Our moms are with them." She snickered again, "You were like a little baby when I got here."

"You look like you need a nap yourself." He answered. When he did, Elsa closed her eyes and brought her face closer to his. They rested their foreheads together in silence. It was only now Jack realized how much he wanted to hold her. "You think we can cuddle?"

Elsa opened her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It'll be fine."

Elsa looked unsure, but carefully, she placed her head over his right pectoral and he was able to wrap his good arm around her. Even through his shirt, Elsa could feel the bandages. This was good enough for now. Jack kissed the top of her head, content to fall back asleep this way, or even just lay there.

"Must've been a good sleep if you don't remember it." Snorted Elsa.

"I usually don't sleep that hard, so I have to agree."

"You didn't have a dream?"

"No. Or maybe I just don't remember." Elsa was quiet, which made Jack wonder if something was wrong. "You all right?"

Elsa sighed, "I am... I've just been meaning to tell you, I've been dreaming about my father a lot."

Jack frowned with worry, "Are they nightmares?"

"No." Her answer relieved him. "In fact, it's almost strange that they're not. In the dreams, he's just there, alive and well. We talk like everything's normal... like the trip never happened."

Jack understood well. "I've had those about my dad too."

"Sometimes it doesn't even look like my father. It's some stranger I've never seen before, but in my mind, I think it's him." She sniggered.

"It's bizarre, isn't it? How natural it feels when you're in a dream. My dreams feel so real that even when I wake up, I need a minute to process that it wasn't."

Elsa grinned up at him, "Oh, I know. I've had dreams where you had brown hair and brown eyes, except it's not you, but a different you."

Jack wrinkled his nose in confusion, but he was smirking, "You cheat on me with me?"

"Who says it was cheating? Not even a clone could tempt me." She kissed his shoulder. It felt like everything was normal again until Elsa accidentally pressed on his chest and Jack groaned. "Oh! Jack, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine—Ow..." That was a lie. Even the slightest pressure on the wound still hurt.

"You want me to get the doctor?"

Jack was so, so sick of doctors. He just wanted to be alone with his wife for more than a few minutes. "Just give it a minute. It'll go away." He seethed in pain, teeth bared as he breathed through it. Elsa hated seeing him in pain; even worse that it was her fault.

"You think you need a dressing change?"

At least Elsa knew how to do that. Jack could agree to it as long as no one else would interrupt them. Right as she began to remove his shirt, Jack was taken back to looking in the mirror and seeing the atrocious scars for the first time. For the rest of his life, Elsa would have to look at them whenever they made love. He didn't know how she could ever want to again.

All the shame was plain on his face once Elsa was finished unwrapping the bandages. The inflamed, pink, jagged flesh high on his chest and on his right thigh. She grabbed a small towel from the bath and gently dabbed them with water. Elsa knew they still hurt, so she was as gentle as she could be.

He had bled so much. It made Elsa wish she could switch places—she truly had been the lucky one in that scenario. She could still only imagine how horrific it was for Jack; the fact he was conscious during it all made it worse. As she was cleaning his wounds, Elsa noticed Jack wouldn't look at her. "Jack?"

"I'm sorry you have to see this all the time now." He bit his lip, was he about to cry? He was trying to laugh, "Guess we'll be having sex in the dark from now on."

Elsa shook her head. "Shh." She put her finger to his lip and then leaned in to gently kiss around the puffy skin on his left pectoral, almost over his nipple, like she was making it all better. "It looks better every day." She said, caressing his face. His heart melted—how did she always know how to make everything feel right? Drawn in by her moistened lips and wanting gaze, Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply. It was still hard to sit up on his own, so he leaned back into the pillows against the headboard of the bed and Elsa leaned over him, taking care not to hurt him.

Jack broke the kiss to say, "I want you." He whispered as they nuzzled noses.

Elsa wanted to oblige, for she'd long wanted to make love to him for solace alone... But she didn't think that was an option at the moment. "I don't want to hurt you."

Jack was too clouded by his lust to care. "It'll be fine. We'll be careful." He insisted. She hadn't even removed his pants yet to redress his thigh. He rubbed her arm, "Please..." His voice was silvery, wanting. Elsa couldn't resist. She had to admit, she missed feeling his skin and his warm body pressed to hers as they made love... But there was too much at risk.

"I need to be careful." She said and began to pull down his pants. Instead of focusing on the bandages, the first thing that came into view was his erection. It didn't take much for her to have that effect on him, and him on her. "How long were you hiding that?" She grinned impishly. Jack grinned and reached up to caress her face.

"I know what'll make it feel good." Elsa said and began to stroke his shaft. Upon her touch, Jack was greeted with a burst of warmth in his groin, the sensation he'd longed for and hadn't felt in weeks. He let out a pleasured gasp and his head fell back into the pillow.

"Elsa..." He breathed. Her fingers smoothed over the head as she squeezed and massaged his dick. It felt so good. "Oh, Elsa. Don't stop."

"I've barely started." She teased and dragged her tongue over the head. His cock twitched and it made Jack's hips jerk, but he let out a grunt of pain that nearly had Elsa jumping out of her skin. "Jack?"

"I'm all right!" He insisted, damning the tear in his thigh. "Keep going. Please."

Elsa sighed, "Will do." She was more careful, taking her time as she smoothed her tongue along the shaft. It was this slowness that made the experience so much better, and Jack was left sighing deeply as the delirium went straight to his head. When Elsa took him into her warm mouth, a silky moan escaped him. She went to town, bobbing her head and pumping the base—the usual routine. Elsa was a natural after years of being together, and it showed.

"Keep doing that... Keep doing that..." He repeated, hypnotized. It was so sexy.

"Oh," she let go, "I almost forgot." She then moved her hand lower to grip his balls, sending Jack into a dizzy state. "Can't forget them."

"No... You can't." He agreed, half-listening. This felt so good, but it could feel better. "Elsa, could we...?"

She grimaced, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"Couldn't we try?" He didn't hide his desperation and neediness. During the recovery period, Jack never complained. He was a trooper, and through the surgeries and multiple infections, Jack powered through them, although it was a mortifying struggle. So now, the fact it took his desire for his own wife to make love to him for Jack to be vulnerable, meant he was truly suffering. He missed more than just making love to her—he missed just lying in bed with her, cuddling and kissing, having silly conversations. He missed them. Her life had become feeding him and bathing him, along with changing his bandages and giving him his medicine. Jack just wanted this moment to last as long as it could.

Elsa realized all of this from the simple look in his bright blue eyes. She had longed to remind her husband how in love with him she was; that she still found him unbelievably sexy even with his new scars. She delicately walked her fingers over his chest up to his neck, then she hovered them over his lips so he could kiss each one. He loved her so much; he deserved this after everything that had happened.

She unlaced her dress and stripped into the nude. It left Jack breathless. He wanted to reach out and hold her close, to grasp and fondle her breasts, kiss them. But he could still barely move. All he felt was his throbbing erection.

"Here." Elsa said, carefully moving over him; she was especially careful around his pelvis, making sure she didn't put any pressure on his right thigh. The last thing they needed during sex was to pop any of his stitches. Once she was in position, they gazed at each other, took each other's hands. Then Elsa took him in, a blissful moan leaving her throat and filling the room. "Jack..." She sang. It was beautiful. "Oh... I missed this." She said, rocking gently and slowly.

"Me too." Jack panted, wishing he could buck his hips and sink deeper into her, but this would have to do. He took in every detail of her face and body as she bounced on him; her snow-white skin, the soft blush on her cheeks, her berry-red lips. It felt like just yesterday he'd encountered her in the castle garden, completely by accident. He was certain he'd been in love with her since that moment.

She'd only made his life better since that day, and it was moments like this he was reminded how lucky he was just to be noticed by her. Elsa went a little faster, neither was paying attention to his leg at that point. They just wanted each other. "How's this?" Elsa gasped.

"Great." Jack smiled through his rough breathing. "Oh—I'm almost there!"

"Good! I am too!" Elsa whimpered, her sex closing around his. "Oh... Jack!" Her warm, wet haven had him tight inside and Jack was certain he was in heaven. He watched her breasts bounce, her face contort into pained pleasure, her long blonde hair falling haphazardly from its braid.

When it all became too much, Jack was lost in a wave of pleasure and euphoria. His dick swelled and contracted, pumping her with his seed. It made her feel so whole every time. Slowing her stride, Elsa rode him for only a few more moments as both cooled down. Looking at each other, as if both had just done something very naughty, they chuckled.

"That wasn't so bad." Jack joked.

"Not at all." Elsa climbed off and lied next to him. While they had a few more minutes together, she pulled the blanket over them and lied carefully on the side of his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jack smiled, kissing her lips. "But now I'm sleepy again."

"Perfect timing, me too." Elsa said, and they both closed their eyes.