Hey guys, just thought I'd vent a bit before I give you what you want.

So this month has been so rough for me. Suffering a really bad depression and was diagnosed with a kidney stone. My doctor probably wants to admit me back into the hospital which totally sucks since I feel like crying 24/7 already. Being stuck in a room by myself would only make it worse.

Anyway, let's try to be happy; I decided that since you guys have been so cool, I should give you all a Christmas gift. So I decided to make this chapter. It's definitely not going to be as long as the others (at least I think it won't) but it's still something for you to read on Christmas.

By the way, it's all Pitch and Genie.

As always, a shout out to my reviewers: DevilsGamexxDevilsPain, lokisbabydoll, Hybrid mistress, DarkTempest, DarkLove, wafflescoco, wiccan182, Jazzy the Jazz, Applejax XD, Wishmaster 17, PoisonLove, .Princess,

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians at all.

Genie's POV

Being scared gives him power, no wonder he's so strong right now.

Oh please I'm not scared; no, I'm downright terrified. So terrified that my whole body is shaking.

Being pinned down to the ground by some black sand while being stared at by a bipolar immortal is enough to turn any brave soul into a scaredy cat.

My pitiful attempt to look intimidating failed right off the bat. He was doing a better job at it. It was at this time I wished one of the Guardians was around to help me. I had no idea how much I really needed those guys until now.

I eventually just opted to close my eyes, and waited for whatever was to happen next. The way his hand was moving, I was expecting it to grab my breast; I mentally prepared myself for it. And I made myself promise that I wouldn't give him any sign of shock or enjoyment with whatever he would do.

A few seconds passed and there was no boob groping; instead, his hand passed over my breast and came to rest on my cheek.

Now that I wasn't expecting.

I opened my eyes to see that his face has switched from furious to…is that sad? I didn't know this guy could do sad. With the way he acted, I figured he only had the emotions 'furious' and 'cranky' mixed with 'angry'.

"You know the one thing I've longed for all these years of being alone?" His hand left my cheek and went to my hair; he grabbed a few strands of hair and would let them slowly fall from his fingers.

"Are you asking me to guess or are you going to tell me?"

"I never thought that an adult, let alone a woman, would be able to see me." I guess that was his answer. Although it wasn't a clear one. "There has to be a reason I found you."

"Technically, you didn't find me. You came to finish off my little brother and I just happened to be there."

"We are both lonely souls that want somebody by our sides."

"At the moment, I'm perfectly content with my relationship status of single."

"Your mind says differently." Crap, I forgot; the jerk can see into my subconscious. "I will give you anything that your heart desires." If this wasn't creepy then, it's creepy now.

"It's official: you are crazy. Now, if you would be so kind as to LET ME GO!" I've had enough of this. I need to wake myself up. I started to thrash my legs and arms around, hoping that the sand would just fall off then I'd make an escape. Not really anywhere to run but it was better than being here.

"I'll make you a deal." His hand left my hair to return to his side, his tone changing.

"Not interested. Damn sand." I shouted to him but mumbled that last part to myself.

"Let me make love to you and..."

"Excuse me?! Care to repeat that? No, let me save you the time. Like hell I will. Just make the sand disappear then I'll be on my merry way." I wasn't about to listen to any of his crap.

"I'll leave you alone for three days." Did I just hear that right? I stopped my thrashing around and gave him a questioning look

"Say what?"

"You let me give you a night of unimaginable passion and I'll leave you alone for the next 3 days and nights. I won't look for you; I won't come into your dreams or manipulate them. You'll get three days of peaceful sleep."

"Is this a joke?"

"I don't like to joke."

"Could have fooled me."

What's sad about this is that I'm actually contemplating his offer. I must be really sleep deprived. I'm not getting enough REM sleep to help with my cognitive functioning.

He stayed silent as he waited for my answer.

There was a battle going on in my mind at the moment, to sex or not to sex? It was like in the cartoons where the character would have the little angel on one shoulder and a little devil on the other.

The little angel basically told me that I'd be stupid to give myself up in that matter just for a few days of sleep.

The little devil told me that I should just do that. Even if I were to say said no, Pitch would be persistent and in the end, would get what he wanted.

It just went back and forth in my head. Until the little devil pointed out an interesting fact: We are technically in a dream, so having sex with Pitch would be just like having a sex dream. Still feel the pleasures but no consequences.

As much as it embarrassed me to admit it, sex dreams had become pretty common for me since my junior high years; I guess it was just my body's way of relieving the stress I often felt.

"What would happen when the three days are up?" He blinked his eyes in shock; I guess he didn't think I'd take this serious.

"Who knows? This is a win—win situation for both of us. I get what I want and so do you."

I feel like I should spend a bit more time thinking this over. I guess you can say I'm desperate.

"All right." I murmured, disappointed in myself for what I just agreed to.

He stood to his full height, commanding the sand around my wrists to pull me up to where I stood before him. The sand around my right wrist finally vanished, leaving me with control of just my one limb.

"Deal?" His right hand extending, waiting for me to grab. Inwardly, I scolded myself; taking a deep breath, I extending my right hand and grabbed his, sealing it.

"Deal." The sand on all my other limbs were now gone. Before I could react, I was pulled hard against his chest; One arm held me around my waist while the other grasped the back of my neck.

"Just relax. I'll try to be gentle." His lips came down harshly onto mine; my gasp of surprise gave him the chance to thrust his tongue into my month. He moved it about with such skill; it sucks to say this but this kiss was actually starting to turn me on.

Since the deal was already made, might as well enjoy it…Yeah, that's totally the sleep deprivation talking.

I closed my eyes to let myself relish in this heated kiss, letting him be the dominant.

He was trying so hard to get a response out of me. The hand on my waist had moved down to my butt; he had leaned his head to one side to give himself more access to my mouth. Even though I had told myself to just go along with it, a part of me was still trying to fight it off.

He eventually did get a response out of me, when the hand on the back of my neck moved down to my breast, coping a small feel; It got a louder than intended moan out of me.

He released my lips, his mouth twisted into a proud grin.

"Don't get cocky." I informed him. He let out a small scoff before placing his hands on my chest and pushing me back.

I had expected to fall onto the hard ground but instead, was met with something soft. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and turned my head to see that in our little 'make out' session, Pitch had been able to conjure up a King size bed with black silk covers.

Oh shit, this is really happening.

I turned back to look at Pitch to see that he had already removed his black cloak and unbutton his black pants. He stalked over to me with a predatory look on his face. My response was to move myself further away from him.

I kept moving backwards on the bed until I hit the headboard with my back.

"Relax." He kneeled onto the bed and crawled the rest of the way towards me.

"Easy for you to say." He stopped a few inches short and sat on his knees; giving me a chance to see his body. It pains me to say it but he's actually not bad looking….at all. On the contrary, he was what I would consider Hot.

He had some lean muscles on his arms that would slightly bulge whenever he would move, his deltoids were firm and he had a slight six pack of abs; that cloak did a good job of hiding it all.

"Like what you see?" I wish he would stop talking; it was just making me more and more nervous. The tent sticking out from his pants wasn't really helping either.

Brave Genie was now long gone.

He continued to just sit there and wait; I was hoping that he was having second thoughts. My hopes were ruined when he pointed to my shirt.

I took a deep breath before pushing myself off the headboard to pull off my shirt. I guess I had been holding that breathe in; once my shirt was off, I let it out.

"That too." He pointed to my bra. My arms shake with fear as they moved to grip the hook in the back; undoing it, I let my bra fall onto my lap. My breast moved freely with each shaky breath I took.

"Stunning." He lunged forward, pushing me back up against the headboard; his bare chest pushed up against mine. With the way I was sitting and the way he pushed himself against me, my knees automatically wrapped around hips.

His hands traced around my waist, sending goose bumps over my body. His brought his face closer, his mouth going to my ear.

"I want to know all your sensitive spots." He whispered before he started to nibble on my earlobe. He did a good job at finding the first one. This action caused me to groan and arch my body, pushing it further up against his.

His arms hugged my closer to him as he continued the 'assault' on my earlobe. My ears have always been sensitive. It sent electrifying goose bumps all along my body.

Stupid hormones.

"Moan for me, say my name." The nibbling started to go down towards my neck. He came to my pulse, switching among licking, sucking, and nibbling. His hands came forward to grab my breast.

Oh shit, this was really getting too real now. A small scream came out, my hands grabbing onto his wrist to stop him.

He released my pulse point, coming up to look me in the face.

"You stopped me."

"You're going too damn fast."

"Really? Fast would be no touching, kissing, or exploring." He pulled me body forward slightly only to push me down onto the mattress. His hands leaving my breast and coming to the hem of my pants, unbuttoning them.

"This is too slow for me." He pulled my pants off in one swift move, now leaving me in my underwear.

I couldn't stop the tears that were at the corner of my eyes. I kept trying to think of anything that would put me anywhere but here.

He was getting ready to pull off my last bit of clothing until he looked down into my eyes, the tears falling out. He immediately pulled his hand away from my lower body and came up to wipe away the tears.

"How would you feel?" I finally found my voice to speak. "How would you feel if you were being hunted down? How would you feel if you were willingly giving sex when you are absolutely terrified of the person?"

The tears won't stop now.

"Pitch, I'm beyond terrified. It makes me upset knowing that everything you're doing to me makes me feel good. I'm supposed to hate you; you're not supposed to make me feel this way. It doesn't help that the last time I had sex, it was a bit traumatic."

He just laid himself down onto my bed, taking in everything I had said. I wonder if I have pissed him off even more; maybe he'll just go through with raping me.

"Am I really making you feel good?" Of all things to hear, I was not expecting that question.

"Out of everything I said, that's all you heard?"

"That's all I found important." He grabbed my thighs to wrap them around his waist, taking the chance to slowly rub his arousal against mine.

He placed one more kiss on my lips before continuing south. He stopped right at my breast; I could tell he was 'admiring' the view. His hands left my thighs to come to my breast, massaging them both.

There was no point in stopping anymore. He'll do what he wants to do so I'll just enjoy this like I used to enjoy my other sex dreams. This means I'll also have to give him what he wants too.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt his tongue lick my nipple before pulling it into his mouth to suck. Whichever breast he wasn't sucking was getting teased by tugging and twisting.

I guess he grew tired or impatient with everything. After making my breast sore, he moved all that way down to my arousal.

In a flash, he has my underwear off and discarded to some unknown place. I could feel his breath against my heat. He looked up at me before sticking his tongue to lick at my clit.

My hands gripped onto the covers, my mouth open wide. He was determined to get more noises out of me.

His tongue traced the outline of my lips, teasing me. My breath was become more labored, small moans threatening to escape. My eyes closed to avoid the scene in front of me.

He chuckled to himself before putting his whole mouth over my clit. His tongue moving back and forth between my clit and my entrance.

My hips started to buck themselves to get more of his tongue, it hurt to say but it was amazing. My head rolled back as I moaned louder and louder, one of my hands going down to push his head more onto me.

He didn't fight me at all; He gladly continued his antics, happy that I'm now going along with it.

This was all now awakening a part of me that I kept buried for a while. That part of me craved the sex, and right now, it wanted to get it.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a sudden penetration at my entrance; He had stuck in index finger in and was thrusting it in and out. I could feel the warmth down at my heat getting ready to leak out.

He soon added a second finger to help stretch me out.

The warmth could no longer build it. It was released all in his mouth, which he happily started to lick up.

My eyes had been closed in ecstasy through the whole thing; when I opened them, I noticed that Pitch had ditched his pants and was now fully bare with me. His member standing full erect with precum dripping out.

"I hope you're not tired." He said while crawling back up my body and positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel his tip already trying to press in, my walls wanting to clamp tighter. I had to force myself to relax in order to let him continue.

He held himself off my upper body, his hands holding onto the covers next to my head. I noticed his knuckles starting to turn white from how hard he was grasping. He was actually trying to hold himself back from hurting me.

It would have hurt more for him to pull out so I had to encourage him to keep going.

"Keep going." I mumbled to him. He adjusted his hands once more before continuing to push himself into me. It took a lot of willpower to prevent my wall from allowing him access.

"So tight." He groaned out. "Heaven." A few more second and he was completely sheathed in me.

"Oh God, Pitch." My body arched from the sudden explosion of pleasure that overtook my body. He paused for a moment, expressing his feelings of bliss.

He started to slowly pump in and out; my legs came around his waist to bring him closer to me.

Who knew I would love this so much?

He brought the rest of his body down onto my body, letting me wrap my arms around his neck to bring him closer.

"Tell me what you want Genie." Our lips met in a lustful filled kiss, our tongues battling for completely dominance. He pulled himself out, leaving only the tip in. My caverns suddenly missed the stretch warm feeling he was giving me.

One of his hands twisted itself into my hair and gave it a tug, pulling my lips away from his and exposing my neck once more. It must now be decorated in red marks.

"You stopped."

"Command me, tell me what you want."

"I want you back inside me." I growled at him. My body has been deprived of sex for so long. Even though my first time was painful and all times after that weren't helpful, my body still demanded it. Like most women, I wanted to be stretched to my maximum.

"Do you now?" Using his free arm, he lifted my body up and made us switch positions. He now lay fully on the mattress and I was straddling his waist.

I wasted no time in impaling myself onto him once more, setting a new pace of faster and harder.

He watched with fascination as my hair clung to my body from my sweat; my breasts bouncing furiously; my mouth gaped open with nothing coming out but moans.

His hips started to come up as I went down, giving him more pleasure as well. His chest heaved up and down from his breathing; I had the sudden urge to bend down to finally have a taste of him.

In fact, I'm going to do that right now. I stopped my bouncing and let me stare at me in confusion. I smirked at him before I ran my hands from where our heats met up to his chest, letting my body follow.

My hands wandered aimlessly from his abs to his chest, enjoying each muscle arch they felt. His nipples stood full erect once my hands ran over them.

I laid myself down onto him, slightly rubbing my breast against him. I kissed his neck very lightly before nipping at it.

"What you do to me." He growled out, his hand coming up to hold the back of my neck. "I want you to mark me." From where I had kissed, I sucked his skin, biting it to the point where it was bright red, looking like it was ready to bleed out.

"You may not have a mark left on you when you wake up; but I will keep this mark." He lifted us up, moving to push me back up against the headboard.

He was kneeling on the bed, my body now clinging to him. Once again, he started to pump into me, the gravity of my weight adding more pleasure.

I didn't think I'd be able to hold out any longer.

"I'm…..going to…cum." I said between each breath. He continued to thrust into me, grunting with every push.

A few seconds later, I threw my head back against the headboard as I cummed, yelling out his name.

He wanted to hold out longer, knowing that once this was over, he wouldn't see me against for three days.

He followed shortly though, his warm seed filling up my caverns. He continued to hold me in that position, riding out the after wave.

After a while, he pulled his now limp cock out of my heat; letting me fall onto my butt while he let himself fall back.

We stayed silent as we tried to catch our breaths. I leaned against the headboard, my hair plastered in random places of my face.

"Tell me where that came from." He pushed himself up to a sitting position, waiting for my answer.

"Where what came from?" He chuckled at my answer.

"One second you're scared and trying everything to push me away, the next, you're commanding me to fuck you senseless. I don't know which one I love more." He ran his hand through his hair, trying to get it back into a presentable manner.

Or he was trying to seduce me again.

My morals and such started to come back to me. I couldn't believe I had pushed them all aside for this. But I couldn't deny it; it just felt so good that I didn't want any of it to stop.

But now that it's over, I'm completely mortified.

"This is how desperate I am to get a few good nights of sleep." I turned to look away from him, my cheeks completely red.

"Is that what you're saying to make yourself feel better?" He tried to crawl back to me to start another round.

"No, it's the truth. You better keep true to your half of the deal." I stopped him at arm's length to keep him from getting closer. He sighed before moving back.

"I don't want to but I will for you. You won't see more or hear me for the next 3 days and nights."

Can I just say how shocked I am that I wrote all that?...at one in the morning….when I should be sleeping….because it's Christmas and I have to get up in a few hours to make breakfast.

Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Please leave me a review, Have a Happy Holidays.