Oh Fluff. Damn Jack and Elsa, they will be the death of me (you know, if I don't die from writing fluff first). And speaking of fluff, that's the word I would use to describe this chapter. Fluffy, Fluffity, Fluff.

"Elsa, what a lovely surprise,"
"Nice to see you Ms. Frost,"
"Come in dear,"
"Thank you. How's Jack?"
"He's fine, other than some soreness. You shouldn't fall for his sob story about having his bones crushed."
"Well I brought some stuff for his sweet tooth and something for Ellie too," She held up a bag with a pastry logo. Jack's mother smiled.
"They'd love it, I'm sure. Go ahead, Jack's in his room and Ellie should be in hers."
"Thanks Ms. Frost,"

When Elsa made it to the second floor she knocked on Ellie's door. It swung open and the girl's eyes lit up.
"El-" Elsa clapped her hands over Ellie's mouth.
"I'm trying to surprise Jack, so let's not shout out my name," Ellie nodded and Elsa let her go. The younger girl threw her arms around Elsa. She chuckled lightly, hugging her back.
"Hey, I have something for you," She reached into the bag and pulled out a chocolate drizzled croissant. "These are Anna's favourites, so I thought you might like them too,"
"Thank you," Ellie grinned.
"I'm going to see Jack, so I'll talk to you later, okay,"
"I can come with you,"
"Ah, I love spending time with you Ellie, but is alright if you give Jack and I some time alone,"
"Oh," Ellie giggled, "Okay, sure," She giggled again, the tone of her voice saying she knew exactly what Elsa meant by 'time alone'. A faint blush coloured Elsa's cheeks.
"Thanks,"

Ellie gave her thumbs up as she stopped at the ladder to Jack's room. Elsa tried to be quiet as possible as she moved up the ladder. Peering over the top she saw Jack lying on his bed, looking like he was asleep. Elsa grinned. Perfect. Tip toeing over she rested the bag on his nightstand. She sat on the edge of his bed, leaning over him. She pressed her lips lightly to his. For a few seconds nothing happened, but then she felt his body jerk slight as he awoke. Grinning into the kiss, she ran one hand through his hair as he started to kiss back.

"Elsa?" He blinked blearily when she pulled away
"Hey you," She whispered, smiling down at him.
"I'm dreaming, right?"
She kissed him again, "You tell me," she teased. One of his hands moved to the small of her back.
"Yeah," He smiled, "I'm definitely dreaming," She giggled, "What are you doing here?"
"Can't a girl see her boyfriend?"
"You could have called,"
"I wanted to surprise you," She pecked his nose. The smile on his face grew.
"It is certainly a surprise, and a really good one at that,"
"So how's my big brave hockey player?"
"I would be better if someone hadn't turned my crash into a dubstep video,"
"What?" Elsa blinked, biting her lips, "S-seriously?"
"Yeah, Aster sent me the link earlier. He finds it hilarious,"
"Well," Elsa struggled to keep a straight face, "One can see why some might find…" A small snort escaped her throat which she tried to hide behind her hand; "some might find that funny,"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Go ahead," He muttered. Elsa burst into fit of laughter. "Geez, and you haven't even seen the video," He stated. Elsa didn't hear, too preoccupied with her laughter.

Jack continued to frown until he decided she'd gone on for long enough. He wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled her backwards. She let out a startled cry as she suddenly found herself on the mattress, Jack smirking down at her.
"I thought you came over to make me feel better,"
"And you're not feeling better?"
"I was, until my girlfriend started laughing at me,"
"Poor baby," Elsa said with a mock pout, "How can I make it up to you?" She placed her hands around his neck.
"I sort of recall Anna mentioning something while we were on the phone yesterday,"
"Anna mentioning something?" She furrowed her brows, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about. "I don't remember,"
"You don't?"
"No," She shook her head.
"That's a shame,"
"Maybe you could remind me," Elsa smiled. A matching grin appeared on Jack's lips.

He leaned down until his lips met hers. The kiss started slow, soft, lingering. Elsa was acutely aware that she was engaged in a full blown make out session with Jack Frost, in his room, in his bed…and she didn't care. Maybe she would have cared, if her brain hadn't turned to mush by the feeling of Jack's lips against hers. His warmth seemed to radiate from all around. She felt like she could float in it, just him, her and comfort from being together. When Jack broke away from her lips to trail heated kisses across her jaw and neck an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Jack grinned when he heard the sound. It made him incredibly happy to know he could evoke sounds like that from her. He trailed down to the base of her, pressing a kiss to the skin just above her collarbone. He felt her hands tighten their grip in his hair. He paused in wonder, and kissed the spot again. Her whole body tensed this time. He gave a low laugh.
"Seems like I found a sweet spot," He murmured against her skin, the warmth of his breath making shivers wash over her. He bit the spot softly and was rewarded with her gasp. He continued his attentions to the area until he had her squirming.

"Frost, if you leave a mark I swear I'll-ah…" Her voice hitched a broke off as Jack cut her off with a well placed kiss.
"You'll what?" He asked in a low voice. She didn't answer…or she couldn't answer. Jack wasn't sure which, but either case made him pleased. He placed a light, drawn-out kiss to her lips, before pulling back, laying next to her. She turned to look at him, her eyes half laden. He gently brushed some hair away from her cheek.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked, a mild smirk gracing her lips. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching and he nodded. He nuzzled his nose against hers.
"I could just stay like this," he said in a low voice.
"Mm-mh," Elsa hummed in agreement. He wove their fingers together, bringing her hand up.

"Did I ever tell you you've got really pretty hands?"
"Hands?" Elsa laughed. Jack nodded, making their noses brush again. He turned slightly so he could look up, where his hand was holding hers. Elsa shifted so she could rest her head against his chest. Jack turned onto his back so she would be more comfortable.
"Of all the things about me, my hands?" She asked, tilting her chin up to look at him.
"There are other things too,"
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Your laugh."
"Really?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to it,"
"Addicted to my laugh,"
"I swear I could get high listening to it," Elsa giggled at his words, "No, not that laugh," He said.
"What? I have another laugh?"
"Yes, when you really laugh, it's like a burst of pure energy,"
"What are talking about?"

Jack tickled her sides, making her shriek. She pushed him away, but he caught her around the waist, pulling her back. He continued his assault until she was begging for mercy.
"Jack, s-s-stop, please,"
He did relent, grinning wickedly. Elsa took deep breaths, her face flushed and skin tingling.
"That's the laugh I love, not that I don't like your other laugh, I just like this one more."
She rolled her eyes, but was smiling.
"Is that it?"
"Let me think…" He tapped his chin in thought and then kissed her quickly, "Your lips. I love your lips and the way they taste of vanilla,"
Elsa raised an eyebrow.
"Don't give me that look, you were the one who changed the flavour for me. My feelings for it have ever been changed, and it's all your fault,"
"Oh," She sat up, resting her head on her hand, "That sounds like a tragedy,"
"Go ahead and laugh Winters,"
"So you can get high?" She teased.
"Arguh, I'm never going to live that down. Why'd I tell you that?"
"I don't know," She traced his jaw, "Why don't you tell me?"
"Oh no, I've done enough talking for today. I'm not giving you anymore material to use against me,"
"Me? Using something against you?" She looked hurt "I'm appalled that you would ever suggest such a thing,"
"Could that voice be any faker?"
"I don't know…let me try." She took a breath. "Me? Using something against you?" The sarcasm in her voice was so thick is bordered on criminal. They burst into a fit of laughter, collapsing into a tangle of limbs and sheets in their mirth.

It took a while for them to calm themselves, as they struggled to breathe through the tears of laughter.
Eventually a gentle silence took over, filling the void like a blanket. Here Jack happened to spot the white bag on his night stand.
"What's this?" He sat up taking the bag. Elsa sat up as well.
"Oh, I forgot about that completely. I got you some chocolate cake,"
"Chocolate cake?" He peeked in the bag only to have it snatched away.
"It doesn't matter now,"
"Hey," He complained, "What gives?"
"I brought the cake to help you feel better, but obviously you already are so I can just take it home," She teased.
"Chocolate can only make the situation better," Jack tried to grab the bag but Elsa leaned back, holding it out of his reach.
"No, you said you're feeling better, so you don't have to worry about it,"
"Come on Elsa, we both know you're going to give me the cake anyway,"
"Don't be so sure," She still teased him, smirking widely.

Jack stopped trying to take the bag, surprising her a bit.
"Okay, it's fine. Keep it,"
"Really?" Her face clearly showed her confusion.
"Yeah, I don't care about the cake. Why would I?" He leaned forward, "When I have something much sweeter," He kissed her deeply. Elsa's eyes fluttered closed. The bag slipped from her grasp and her hands wove themselves over his shoulders. Jack smiled into the kissing, pulling her closer.
"You can have the cake," Elsa said against his lip. Jack laughed lightly.
"Forget the cake," He whispered. He leaned back gently taking her down with him, expertly not breaking the kiss.

The rhythm of the kiss constantly shifting, like river flowing over different landscapes, where the water was suddenly tumbling and turning over rapids then break into a quiet stretch; one moment it would be intense, and quick, and leave them gasping for breath, the next it was soft and gently and calm; either way it was filled of emotion. Eventually the kiss broke down into nuzzles, and playfully giggles, and lingering gazes with shy smiles, and whispered sweet nothings.

They did get to the cake after some time. Jack lay back against the head board and Elsa was leaning against him. Abandoning the fork they fed themselves, and each other with their fingers, happily cleaning off any stray frosting or crumbs with a kiss or two (or three or four).
"Good cake," Jack said with a nod as he fed the last of it to Elsa, "Almost as good as the company,"
"Almost as good," She agreed with a smile.

She snuggled closer, resting her head on Jack's shoulder and closed her eyes. Jack smiled down at the sight. If half a year ago someone had told him he'd he lying in his bed with a Disney princess he would have called the guys in white coats for that person. But here he was, with Elsa lying next to him, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Nardragon~ until the next page.