It was nine in the morning. Irma stirred first, sitting up in the bed. She was about to get out of bed to go to the bathroom down the hall when she remembered she couldn't stray too far from Jack.

Feeling movement, Jack awoke to it. He saw Irma sitting up against the headboard.

"Good morning," Jack said, sitting up.

"Morning," Irma smiled. "How did you sleep?"

"Slept like a baby," he answered with a smile.

"That's good." She put a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, about yesterday," Jack sat up straighter against the headboard. "I'm sorry if I was being too touchy-feely. I'm just happy that you're here and that you're not an imagination."

"It's okay," Irma told him. "I guess I was doing the same thing, too."

"I thought about you for the longest time." He looked down at his hands resting in his lap, "Losing the only real friend I ever had was tough. And I was stupid in not continuing to look for you like I should have." Jack looked toward the window, "Three years ago when I was chosen to become a Guardian, I wasn't interested in that at the time. Bunny, the Easter Bunny, said that I didn't have a clue how to bring joy to kids anyway. I told him Snow Days are what kids like, and his comeback was, that none of them believe in me, that it's like I don't even exist. Pretty much saying that I just bring snow and not bribe them—", Jack made hand gestures to combat his annoyance on the bribing. He was still not into doing that to kids. –"with gifts like eggs and presents. Like what I do is nothing anyone would enjoy." He faced back to Irma, "That hurt me because I did have a believer at one point, but I couldn't tell him because he would have said something that would have set me off."

"Why was he treating you that way," Irma asked, getting him to press on?

"Well, back in 1968, I kind of gave his Easter a blizzard," he laughed an embarrassed laugh. "He can really hold a grudge."

Irma turned her body and leaned her left shoulder on the headboard. "Jack, there is no reason for you to dwell on the past anymore. I'm right here," she placed her hand on top of his, then leaned forward to kiss him once on the cheek.

As Irma got closer, Jack, not understanding what she was doing, turned his face to her, and her lips touched his.

They pulled apart quickly.

"Sorry," they both unison, as they look away and blush.

"Sorry," Jack said again, still blushing. "I didn't realize what you were doing."

"It's ok. I shouldn't have done that," Irma bit her lip.

"I'm not mad or disgusted." He was about to say more when a portal appeared in front of them, between the bed and a dresser.

A medium-large, dark-brown and gold box with a large gold "G" in the middle of it resembling the book itself, emerged and bounced slightly on the floor. A red and white square box, a half smaller than the first one, followed after. The portal vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

Jack walked up to the boxes and sat them both on top of the dresser. He opened the smaller one first and saw that it was a magic snow globe. There was also a letter inside.

He unfolded the letter. It read:

Dear Jack,

I hope what I found in the book is the answer you're looking for.

Whatever it is you decide; I will be very happy for you and wish you the best.

I gave you the snow globe not only for you to return the book, but also to allow you to come and visit if you do choose what I think you will, for one last visit.

I have yet to tell Bunny and Sandy about your situation but will be putting a meeting together as soon as possible. Perhaps, maybe, you can join us then. I will let you know when.

For now, Jack, let destiny lead you to where you want to go.

Sincerely Your Friend,

N.S. North

(Guardian of Wonder)

"What," Jack asked aloud to himself with a raised brow? Then thought, Maybe I should have read the book first.

He put the letter down then proceeded to the big box and opened the book to a page that was bookmarked.

Irma remained where she was.

He read the book to himself.

After a couple of minutes, Jack had a look of shock on his face. He whispered to himself, "I, I can't believe it. That's what I've been feeling, that's, that's why I'm changing. I-I'm—" He turned around to face Irma,—"You're—"

Jack walked back to the bed, his face still with shock. "After all these centuries…You're someone special from my past." He sat on Irma's side of the bed.

Irma was confused, "What are you talking about?"

"Our souls. It says that we've been reunited."

"Reunited," She asked, curiously? "What was in that book?" Then with a raised eyebrow, "Does it also say anything about why your transformation is so painful?"

"I don't know the reasoning behind why it hurts to transform. I didn't see anything about it. And the book indicated that the reason I'm reverting back to human is that our souls have reunited. I have ten days to spend with you like this—"

"And then what," she asked, interrupting?

"I choose if I want to stay human or revert back into a Sprite."

"Why would you want to stop being the Winter Sprite, and even having eternal life?" Then she added, "It's November, people are expecting all types of snowy weather."

Jack shrugged. "There's just not going to be snow-white Christmases this year. And I'm ok with that, along with any other year. I've given people snow for three hundred and three years. I can use a break," he laughed in his words.

Irma realized that that was true. He was at that for an extremely long time. "I guess you could use a break," she nodded with a smile.

Curious more on the reunited soul subject, Irma asked, "So, explain what it means to become human again for a lost love?"

"I guess what it means, is that when a Guardian had someone in their previous life come across them in the next, for a short time until they decide what being they want to be, revert back to their former selves when they were together the first time."

"How sure are you," she asked, "that it's me who is your lost love?"

"I am a hundred percent sure," Jack said with a smile. "It all makes sense, the way we found each other; When you were a kid, you were a fan of all the Jack Frost movies. And yesterday, when I was still feeling that pain, I was called toward the pond, and you were there looking for me."

The pain he felt that first time sought an answer, "When did you come back to Burgess, exactly?"

"Four weeks ago," Irma answered.

Jack's eye's widened, and his mouth fell open. "Four weeks?" Then in a semi-whisper said, "That's when it all started."

"I know it doesn't look like I just moved in, but as you noticed, I don't have that much stuff that needed unpacking."

Becoming serious, Jack asked, "Going back to when you asked if I was sure that you were the one, do you sense or feel anything that can prove that we were lovers in the past and that we were destined to find each other again?"

"I have been feeling something. I guess I should believe what your Guardian book says, and trust what my heart feels."

"I wish I had those memories of our relationship from three centuries ago." Jack turned his body to face her better, his right leg now on the bed, then took both of her hands in his as he added, "I would like to continue to pursue this lost love."

Irma tightened her grip around his hands and with a loving smile, said, "I would like to pursue it as well."

Jack stood up, balancing one foot on the ground and the other on the bed as he leaned closer to Irma. He touched his forehead to hers as his palms laid flat against the headboard on either side of her, then said with a gentle and soft voice, "Teach me."

Confused by what Jack meant, Irma asked, "Teach you what?"

Still, in that voice and position, he said, "When we accidentally touched lips, I was afraid that you were going to continue it. I was scared that you might have thought I wasn't into it." He closed his eyes, "I don't, I don't know how to kiss." Then looking back at her, asked, "Would you teach me how?"

"Saving just for me," Irma asked with a laugh?

"Well, I never had anyone to share a kiss with, so I guess that would be a yes," Jack laughed as well.

Irma blushed and gave a shy smile as she gently took hold of the neck of Jack's hoody and pulled him back to his side of the bed. They faced each other. She looked into his eyes a moment, before stroking the side of his jaw.

Irma gave a flirtatious smile. Jack, seeing that smile, looked at her contentedly.

Irma spoke softly, "Part your lips slightly." Her hand stroked his cheek.

He did.

"Slowly begin to close your eyes as you lean closer and closer to the kiss," Irma continued. As she told him what to do, she was slowly closing her eyes as she moved closer to his lips.

Jack followed suit as he put his arm around her.

Their lips touched. Irma's hand was now on his chest, moving slowly up to his shoulder then back down, and continuing the motion.

Jack felt Irma's warm lips against his own. It felt right. He didn't want this kiss to end.

Even with his eyes closed, he was able to follow everything Irma did by feeling the sensations of both the slow, passionate kiss and the touches she was giving him. His hand rubbed her upper back.

The kiss lasted for four minutes. They parted, still holding on to each other and staring into each other's eyes.

"What did you think about your first kiss," Irma asked, in a soft voice?

Jack smiled, laid his forehead against hers once again, and put his hand through her hair. "I could kiss you all day, every day," he answered, his, now warm breath, touching the skin of her face.

He leaned in to kiss her, knowing now, how to go about it on his own.

A finger to his lips stopped him, he looked at her, confused. "What's wrong," he asked?

"Nothing's wrong. But I'm not done teaching you how to kiss." Irma's hand went back to his chest.

"What do you mean? I thought that was the kiss." Jack was lost at what she meant because the kiss had stopped.

"That was a kiss, but I want to teach you another one."

"There's another one?"

She laughed, "Yes. There are twenty different ways of kissing."

Jack had a look of surprise. "Twenty?" Then with a seductive look on his face, he said, "maybe you can teach me those kisses every day." He winked.

Returning that same look, Irma answered, "maybe I will. How about I teach you this next one right now?"

"I can't wait." Jack's hand traveled down to her lower hip; the bottom of his palm laid there as the rest of his hand laid upon her butt cheek.

Irma had him lay flat on his back as she went on top of him. Jack's hands went to the lowest part of her back, his pinky's grazing her butt. Her hands remained on his still clothed chest. "The beginning is the same. In kissing, you always close your eyes."

"Ok. Then what?" He brought his hands down lower and squeezed her ass.

Irma jumped a little, her heart skips a beat. Jack chuckled and smirked. She smiled, licking her upper lip sexually.

"Part your lips a little more than you did from the first one," she touched his lips gently with two fingers.

He parted his lips somewhat wider, Irma's fingers being his guide.

"This kiss is called a French kiss," Irma told him. "This one, you use the tongue."

"Ooh. So, we get to taste each other? Now that is something I'm looking forward to."

"We each take turns with our tongues inside the other's mouth." Irma once again touched her lips to his, her tongue finding its way in to taste him.

Jack was a quick study. Their tongues danced, making wet sounds.

The two kissed for eight minutes. When they parted for the second time, Irma sat up but remained on top of him.

"What did you think about that one," Irma asked, as she played with his hair?

"I never thought that a kiss like that can be so amazing."

"Glad you enjoyed this one," she said, placing her hands back on his chest.

Jack sat up on his elbows, then he brought up one of his hands between her clothed breasts, his thumb and pinky grazing them, as his hand slid slowly upward to the neck of her shirt and pulling her back to him.

He kissed her twice on the lips before bringing his face to her ear and whispering, "I know what I want to do."

Irma looked at him curiously. Jack answered her before she could speak by gently flipping her onto her back; she made a sound of surprise. He got off the bed, using the palm of his hand to tell her to stay put.

Jack stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Irma heard a painful moan on the other side of the door and knew, quickly, what was happening. She wanted to go to him but forced herself to stay where she was.

It took less than a minute before Jack reentered the bedroom. He no longer had white streaks in his hair. He was now fully human.

Irma walked over and hugged him. "This is what you want," Irma asked?

"This is what I want. I want to be with you for the rest of your life. I want to die with you and not have to wait again for however many more centuries just to find you all over again." Jack tightened his arms around her, "I understand, now, why I just want to be so close to you and touch you, because my soul yearns for yours." He put her face between his hands and said, "You are my destiny." He touched his lips to hers.

I know this seemed a bit fast for the two, but lost soulmates are not bound to stick with the usual, "let's have our first date, first.", Or "Let's take it steady.", kind of thing.

Hoped you enjoyed anyway!