Hi,

Before you start reading, you should know this one-shot is heavily based on my story A Different Kind of Perfect. So, to gain a better understanding of the plot, I suggest you read ADKoP first.

Also, this story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read if such material offends you.

DISCLAIMER: The characters Jack Frost and Elsa belong to DreamWorks and Disney respectively. I only own the plot of this story.

PERFECT TRUST

Saturdays had a certain charm. Whether it was the freedom of spending the day doing whatever you like, or simply the comfort of knowing the weekend wasn't over just yet, Saturdays might well be considered the best day of the week.

Elsa certainly thought so. Though, she had a whole other set of reasons to enjoy Saturdays. And as the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows filtered through her subconscious and gently stirred her awake, she realized this particular Saturday was already shaping up to be a good one.

Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times to chase sleep away before she took in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the small crack in the curtains, through which a thin beam of light made its way into the otherwise darkened bedroom. She stared into the faint light and listened to the raindrops spilling outside - there was a gloomy day ahead. Normally, that would bring her down, since she was the type of person who preferred brighter, sunny days that filled her with energy and motivated her to move about. On days like these, regardless of the season, she would wake up early, get dressed, and go for her routine morning run in the nearby park. Then she would pick up something for breakfast on the way home and eat while enjoying a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee. And before 9 am she'd be showered and ready for whatever the day had in store for her.

But not today.

Today she was more than happy to have a slow start and let the rain fall for as long as it wanted. She had no desire to get out of bed anytime soon. In fact, she felt quite inclined to spend the entire day under the covers.

Because today he was there.

A small smile crept on her lips as her eyes shifted from the curtain to the floor, where clothes lay scattered around in disarray after having been hastily stripped from two eager bodies the night before. Well, to be fair, their placement wasn't entirely chaotic. They formed a path leading out of the bedroom and into the hallway, or rather the other way around. Her smile grew wider and a tingling sensation spread through her as she recalled exactly how those clothes had ended up on the floor.

As usual, their wild night had started with an innocent invitation for dinner – an opportunity to catch up. A date. Or at least that's what they liked to call it. In reality, however, they didn't exactly date. Neither were they a conventional couple. Frankly, Elsa had no idea what they were or how to label their relationship, because nothing about it was ordinary.

Come to think of it, their story was more like an absurd movie plot than proper romance. She – a young woman working at a glorified strip club as a means to pay her way through university. He – a mysterious, rich man with a questionable profession, whose interest in her had inspired him to unceremoniously interfere in her private affairs. And while any sane person with a shred of self-preservation instinct would have told her to stay the hell away from him, she had done the exact opposite – she had actively pursued him. And in doing so she had inadvertently brought about the start of their unorthodox relationship.

…which had been just as crazy as the rest of it. After all, not many women can say they'd shared their first kiss with a man they barely know after pulling a bullet out of his chest.

And so, getting to know each other had been every bit of an interesting experience as everything else. But it had all been worth it.

Tearing her eyes away from their discarded clothing, Elsa carefully turned to lie on her other side. Her eyes settled on the man beside her and she felt her heart melt. He was still fast asleep, lying on his stomach, sprawled on the bed like a starfish. By the looks of it, he was used to sleeping in a much larger bed. Alone.

Not that it surprised her. Over the past year and a half, she had found out she was the first person he'd allowed to get close to him in a very long time. Partly because of his position in society, partly because of his past, he'd spent the last twenty years of his life keeping everyone at a distance. And that made his involvement with her all the more special. That and the fact that, surprisingly, they had plenty in common.

He too had lost his entire family at a young age. Only he'd been even younger then and, unlike her, he'd been left with nothing. No home, no inheritance, nothing but the clothes on his back… and his strong personality. And for a sixteen-year-old boy left to fend for himself on the streets of the big city that had been a valuable asset, one which had seen him rise to be one of the wealthiest, most influential… and deadliest men in the country.

Those were among the things she had learned about him during their 'dates', when he would close the high-end restaurant he owned for an entire evening, just so they could have a romantic dinner, or when he would whisk her away to some exclusive resort for a weekend, where they would spend their time talking and drinking exotic cocktails while sunbathing on their own private beach. And while those were rare occasions, when they did happen, she would have his undivided attention. That was one of the things she loved most about him – just like the first time they had met, when she had danced for him, every time they were together he made her feel like she was the only woman in the entire world… like no one and nothing else mattered.

Sadly, the time they spent together was often limited and she didn't see him quite as often as she would like. But he still found ways to make her feel special even when they were apart. Flower deliveries, chocolates, expensive clothing and accessories had become the norm. None of these things she needed or even wanted but she accepted his gifts anyway because she knew they were his way of making up for all the rest. Like the fact that everything was done on his terms. Or the uncertainty and danger that came with who he was and what he did for a living.

There had been times when she had questioned his motifs and intentions towards her. His bold actions and unapologetic behavior would raise red flags in the mind of even the most gullible person. But then, she'd realized he was the kind of man who did things for a reason and didn't feel the need to explain himself, and she had come to accept that. It was then that she had seen he was genuinely invested into their relationship, wherever that relationship was headed.

Jack Frost, arms dealer and drug lord. Drowning in dirty money he laundered through his legitimate businesses.

What would her parents think if they knew what kind of a man she was involved with? Would they be disappointed in her? Or would they understand why she had chosen to be with him? Either way, it didn't matter now. Her parents were long gone and so was her sister, and the man in her bed had freed her from the vengeful existence she'd been leading following their deaths.

Elsa sighed as she looked at Jack's sleeping face. For someone who was always alert and aware of his surroundings he looked surprisingly peaceful. Almost unsettlingly so. She listened to his steady breathing while she studied his sculpted features. The thin, masculine lips parted in sleep. The straight nose flaring with every breath he took. The high cheekbones under the smooth, pale skin. The long, dark lashes fluttering with the subtle movements of his eyelids. The traces of crow's feet that appeared at the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled. The elegant salt-and-pepper eyebrows. The unusual silver hair. Once she had wondered if that was his natural color. Turns out it was. His hair had turned silver in his late twenties, is what he'd told her. When they had first met, she'd not dared imagine she would one day run her fingers through his tousled locks. She smirked. There were many things she had not imagined she would do to him. Her eyes followed the exposed planes of his back and she bit her lip. All of a sudden, she felt strong, irrational hatred for the bedsheet covering his lower half.

"You're staring." His deep, raspy voice distracted her from her thoughts, and she watched as he lazily opened his eyes and looked at her.

Elsa smiled. "What can I say… I can't help it. All that eye candy in my bed."

Jack chuckled and rubbed his face onto his pillow. "Why, Miss Andersen, you're gonna make me blush."

"I doubt it. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of blushing," she teased.

"Is that so…" he drawled, shifting to lie on his side.

"Mhm," she purred. "You have no modesty whatsoever."

He chuckled again. "Really?" he said and propped himself on one elbow, leaning into her.

"Yep," she replied, relaxing onto her back. "In fact, I think you're the most shameless person I've ever met."

"Oh yeah?" He hovered over her, his face inches away from hers. His breath glided over her skin, causing shivers down her spine. "Well, I sure am about to do something shameless to you."

His scent engulfed her as he leaned closer – faded cologne mixed with his natural smell – and she reveled in it as he caressed her jaw with the tip of his index finger and kissed her. It was soft and tender, nothing like the needy, passion-filled kisses they had shared the night before. Releasing her lips, he proceeded to trail light kisses along her jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a shaky breath when he grazed her earlobe with his teeth.

"Good morning, princess," he whispered in her ear.

Elsa couldn't reply. Not when his hand had already made its way between her legs, not when she could feel his erection pressing against her upper thigh. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was wanton moan, as his long digits teased her in ways he knew would drive her wild. His warm breath made her skin prickle and she shivered when he nipped at her neck.

Jack groaned softly as he ran his fingers over her slick folds. "I love how quickly you get ready for me," he murmured right before his mouth encircled one of her pert nipples and sucked.

Elsa gasped and arched her back, leaning into his caress. His hair tickled her chin and she smiled, burying her fingers into his silky, silver locks. It would be so easy to lose herself in his touch and let him take the reins, as he usually did. It was in his nature and she didn't mind. Among other things, Jack was a skilled and generous lover who went above and beyond to satisfy her needs and desires. However, today she was feeling adventurous and, before she completely succumbed to him, she let go of his hair and pushed at his chest.

"Jack, wait," she said.

He paused and raised his head, frowning at her like a child who had just been denied dessert.

She stretched her arm out of bed and picked up the leather belt he had discarded on the floor the night before. "I want to try something else," she said, holding the belt up in the air with a single finger hooked through the buckle.

Jack arched an eyebrow and eyed the belt then looked at her, likely thinking of all the ways he could use it on her. "Babygirl, I know you like it when I spank you in bed, but I think a belt might leave a little more than just a pleasant sting on your butt cheeks."

Elsa giggled. It was true – she did like it when he spanked her. It was one of the things she had been surprised to discover about herself. Just like the fact that she enjoyed it when he restrained her, or that her favorite position was from behind. Before Jack, sex had been a mundane affair. Not that she'd had much of it anyway. "That's not what I have in mind," she said.

"You want me to tie you up?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes and grinned.

"Actually," she said, as she placed a hand on his chest and guided him to lie on his back. Then she straddled him and leaned forward, her lips almost touching his as she said, "I was thinking that for a change I could tie you up."

When she rose into a sitting position and looked at him, he was wearing an amused half-smile. She waited for him to say something, but he remained silent, just observing her with curiosity. She took that as a sign to proceed with her naughty plan, so she grabbed his hands from where they rested on her thighs. He didn't fight her when she pulled his arms over his head and twisted the belt around his wrists, securing them to the metal bars of the headboard. Though, that was likely also thanks to her naked breasts hanging right in front of his face. When she was done, she tugged on the fine leather to test it. Satisfied with her work, she straightened up and looked at Jack, who continued to watch her with the same amused expression on his face.

He glanced at the improvised bindings and wiggled his hands. "Not bad," he said.

"I've learned from the best," Elsa replied with a wink.

Jack chuckled. "And what do you intend to do with your prisoner now, princess?"

Elsa tapped the tip of her forefinger on her chin as she considered her options. Straddling his face while she sucked him off certainly was alluring. Then again, they had done this before and, while she had tremendously enjoyed it, having him tied up wouldn't make it much different. No, she had a better idea. She wanted to look at his face. She wanted to watch him while she toyed with him and he was unable to even bury his fingers in her hair.

"Hmm… I think I would like to torture my prisoner a little bit," she said and pecked his lips.

Jack's smile grew. "I never pegged you for the sadistic kind," he replied, his eyes following her carefully as she slowly moved down his body.

"You learn something new every day," Elsa said, shrugging. "Now then, Mr. Frost," she added in a sultry voice, "Shall we begin?"

Her eyes on him, Elsa moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his chiseled abdomen, scraping her nails down his sides as she went. Jack shuddered but his signature lop-sided grin remained plastered on his lips. It was her goal to erase it from there. So, she traveled down his body until she came face to face with his hard cock. She admired it for a moment before she wrapped her hand around it. This wasn't the first time she was giving him a blowjob but it would be the first time she would make him beg her to let him cum.

She licked her lips as she slowly pumped Jack's length. It felt like rubbing steel wrapped in velvet – a sensation she thoroughly enjoyed. He was still watching her with interest when she lowered her head and licked one of his balls before sucking it into her mouth. The sharp intake of air told her all she needed to know, and she sucked harder, while her hand continued to slowly massage his erection. She released his ball and paid the same attention to the other one, before she trailed her tongue up his cock. A droplet of precum was already beading at the tip and Elsa swirled her tongue around it, savoring the salty taste. She looked at Jack - his confident smirk had faded and given way to a concentrated expression as he watched her every movement like a hawk. Smiling at him, she held his gaze and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Then she sucked. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him as deep as she could. Soon Jack's breaths became quick and shallow, and she new he was getting close to his climax. So, she pulled back and slowed the movement of her hand.

Jack let out a frustrated groan and narrowed his eyes at her. "You're playing a dangerous game."

Elsa's smile only grew. "Not from where I'm sitting," she chirped, lazily stroking his dick, and wiggled her tush for emphasis.

Jack was not amused, she could tell, but she was only getting started. She took him in her mouth again, sucked and slurped, one hand gripping the base of his erection, the other cupping his balls, until he moaned and bucked his hips. Then she pulled back. This time, she could swear he growled.

"Elsa," he warned, wiggling his wrists. He threw an annoyed glance at the belt when his hands remained bound to the headboard.

Jack Frost was a man who liked to be in control of things. That character trait of his extended to the bedroom as well, and Elsa was perfectly aware she was currently testing his patience, but she couldn't help herself. He was not begging yet and she wasn't one to give up easily.

She didn't have to work hard, though. All it took was two slender fingers massaging a magical spot right behind his ballsack.

"Fuck…" Jack breathed and his eyes fluttered closed.

Elsa grinned, watching his entire body tense. Maintaining the steady rhythm of her fingers, she twirled her tongue around the head of his cock before she wrapped her lips around it. Once again, her head bobbed as she sucked for her dear life.

He moaned. "Elsa… Elsa, don't stop," he said in between ragged breaths. "Please, don't stop."

That was more like it. Satisfied, she quickened her movements until finally with a loud groan, he spilled himself down her throat. She swallowed every last drop before she straightened up and wiped her mouth with her thumb and index finger. With a smug smile, Elsa watched him come down from his high.

"See? All you had to do was ask me nicely," she teased. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"

Still breathing heavily, Jack looked up and his piercing blue eyes focused on her. He chuckled. "Untie me," he said, "so I can return the favor."

"Tempting," she replied coyly. And it was. She was already so aroused. A few skilled flicks of his tongue were all it would take for her to come undone. Even the simple thought of having his hot mouth latched onto her pussy gave her tingles. She was willing to wait, though. Delayed gratification and all that. So, instead of releasing him, she just smiled. "Very tempting. But two things," she said and raised her index finger in the air. "One, we both know I don't need to untie you for you to return the favor, and two," she stretched another finger, "I'm not quite done yet."

Still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jack raised an eyebrow and watched her sit up. Elsa straddled him, trapping his still hard cock between his belly and her wet folds. She began undulating her hips, sliding back and forth his length, coating it in her juices. Oh, it felt good, it felt so damn good. In this moment, she wasn't sure who she was teasing more – Jack or herself. She rested her hands on his firm chest and leaned forward, gasping at the intensified sensation.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, babygirl?" Jack asked, smirking. "You know I'll take good care of you."

Elsa only laughed softly. He was being a condescending prick. But he was enjoying this just as much as she was. Otherwise, he wouldn't be getting harder by the second. At this point, she was fairly certain 'refractory period' was a myth. Either that or Jack possessed the stamina of a bull.

"Do you crave control that much?" She asked, failing to suppress a moan.

"No, I don't," he replied, letting out a shaky breath. "But I'm good at it."

That he was. And she would be lying if she said she didn't want to let him take over. But first, she had to know something. If this relationship was going anywhere at all, Elsa had to know just how much Jack trusted her.

Lifting her hips, she positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. Then she slid down his length, taking him all the way to the hilt, whimpering at the sensation of being completely filled. He fit perfectly. It was like he was made for her. Jack sighed and briefly closed his eyes when she started riding him. She did it slow at first, relishing the feeling of him inside of her. When she looked at him, he was watching her with an expression she couldn't quite place. His face was serious but his eyes were soft… as if he was contemplating something. And then, in an instant, the softness was gone and replaced by a glimmer of mischief. Although, she couldn't be sure. Her mind was getting cloudy from the pleasure building in her core.

"Touch yourself," he commanded.

How was it that this man had such power over her? She wanted to flip him off and remind him she was running the show, but instead her fingers found their way to her clit and she obeyed. Her half-lidded eyes settled on him and she considered not taking her pleasure yet just to mess with him. But it felt good. So, so good. And before she knew it, she crossed the threshold and the waves of pure bliss washed over her.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Elsa looked at the nightstand, where the night before Jack has left his gun. Even though it was a vital part of her plan, the weapon intimidated her. She had grown accustomed to its presence whenever she was with Jack, but it still took a great deal of courage to reach out and take it in her hand.

Aware of Jack's sharp gaze on her, she ran her fingertips over the cold metal. She had witnessed him kill only once, but the sight of him handling a weapon was thing of elegance and morbid beauty. She didn't know much about guns. The first time she had seen one up close it had been Jack pointing it at her. But she knew how to turn off the safety, point the gun, and pull the trigger, which was all she needed to know right now.

With Jack's dick still nestled inside her, Elsa moved her hips again and sighed at the pleasant, tingling sensation. "What is it like to take someone's life?" she asked, glancing at Jack, her fingers still tracing the barrel of his Glock.

He studied her for a long moment before he spoke. "It's scary," he replied truthfully in a way that made her wonder if this was the same man in front of her. "You realize just how fragile life is. And then… it hits you – you could die just as easily as the miserable bastard you've just sent to the other side."

Elsa thought about his words for a minute, then turned the safety off and pointed the gun at Jack's face. Her heart was racing. She loved him and the thought of threatening his life in any way was sickening. One wrong move and his brain would splatter all over the bedding. But this was a test, so she kept her aim steady.

Silence fell between them. Palpable silence, as they looked into each other's eyes. If Jack was shocked, he didn't show it. In fact, he was the epitome of calm and collected and, if she didn't know any better, Elsa would have thought he'd expected her little stunt.

"We both know if, for whatever reason you wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now. You've had plenty of opportunities. I certainly doubt you would have waited an entire year," he said softly after what seemed like eternity. "So, I think the real question is do you trust me?"

Did she? Her mind went over their entire relationship all the way back to when she had first met him and how even then, when she'd had barely any cloths on, he had treated her with the upmost respect. Despite his questionable methods, everything he'd ever done for her had been with the best intentions. So, yes, she trusted him with her life.

Relaxing her grip, Elsa turned the safety on and placed the Glock back on the nightstand. Then, eyes locked on his, she resumed sliding up and down his length. Slow at first, her pace gradually accelerated as the pleasurable sensations intensified. Nails digging into Jack's pecs, she gasped and moaned, growing progressively frustrated when her climax remained just out of reach. Finally, with an annoyed sigh, Elsa unfastened the belt and freed Jack's wrists.

It all happened so fast – one minute she was sitting on him, the next she was pinned under him. Jack held her arms above her head and stared down at her, an angry frown marring his handsome features. And just when Elsa thought she'd crossed a line and made him truly angry, a naughty grin spread across his lips and he flipped her on her belly. She yelped in surprise when he grabbed her hips and lifted her butt in the air. The yelp turned into a shuddering moan when his mouth latched onto her pussy and his tongue slithered into her entrance. She gripped the bedsheets, twisting the fabric with her fists, as he lapped her juices.

"Jack!" she cried when he groaned, and it reverberated through her entire body.

She was so close, so damn close. And when he licked her from clit to asshole and circled the tight ring of muscle with his tongue whilst running his fingers through her folds, Elsa shattered. She came so hard, her voice echoed off the walls, legs shaking violently. If it wasn't for Jack's strong hold on her hips, she would have collapsed in a boneless pile. Her core hadn't even stopped pulsing when Jack entered her and started thrusting. Her mind went blank as he drove her into another whirlwind of blinding pleasure. She was gasping and panting, chanting his name like a mantra. That was about all she could do.

Her legs were trembling and growing weaker every time Jack pushed into her and she was grateful when he guided her onto her belly again. He rested his weight on top of her, his chest hot against her sweaty back. Twisting a fist into her damp, messy hair, he pulled her head back and exposed the side of her throat to his bruising kisses. He nipped and sucked on the tender skin, while with each snap of his hips he brought her closer to another mind-blowing orgasm. And when it finally hit, Elsa went limp under him. She felt her walls squeeze him in a vice-like grip, and with a loud grunt Jack let go inside of her.

She had no idea how long they had stayed like this, but when Jack finally rolled off her and pulled her to rest against his chest, Elsa thought she'd never be able to move again.

Drawing lazy patterns on the skin of her arm, Jack tilted his head and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. "Don't ever question my trust in you again," he said in a quiet but firm voice. "I love you."

Elsa didn't reply. She just smiled and snuggled closer, relaxing in the comfort of his embrace. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It was Saturday after all. They could stay in bed all day.

A/N: I started writing this one-shot about three years ago and then abandoned it. But now inspiration struck again and there you have it - smut xD

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that. Feel free to leave me a review :)

Oni out.