Ch 3

Adjusting to a new/old life.

"She's staying with me? She is a really good friend."

After Sally left the room Jack uncovered and looked his body over. As hard as he tried he just couldn't remember what it was like to be this heavy and to feel this much air movement on his skin. He had been so used to the air going right threw his eye sockets and his boney fingers but now there was this strong heavy layer of body he didn't remember the feel of having. How long had he been dead, four or five centuries? He didn't want to do the math he didn't remember well at all.

Jack dressed and looked at himself in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with his hair, he had been so used to being balled why not shave it all off? But what could he use?

Jack walked out and into the kitchen to grab a knife since his seizers where nowhere in sight but Sally stopped him.

"No Jack don't shave it," called the girl.

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't look right."

"What does it matter? I haven't had hair or skin or anything before today."

"Please Jack."

He looked at her in confutation, "Do you like it Sally?"

She nodded shyly, "Yes I do."

"Then would you fix it for me?"

Sally smiled up at him, he was still much taller then she was and his long fingers made her wonder if he used to play piano, "Yes I'll do it for you."

"I hope no one finds out, I might be thrown out of town."

"Oh I don't think they will do that."

"But I'm not dead."

"I'm sure no one will find out. We'll just say you're working on a project and you don't have the time for towns work. The Mayer can handle it for a little while right?"

"Well, I guess. At least I hope so, he's only an elective official so I might need you're help if he comes by, you will have to talk to him in my place."

"Okay, I can do that," she spoke while combing out his hair with a small comb she kept with her in her dress. He had to sit down for her.

"Well I think I can handle the weight okay, but I'm less flexible now that I'm so bulky, my body keeps getting in my way."

"Yah it looks like you can't walk with knees supper bent nor can you hunch over the way you do."

"Well sometimes I spider walk my way out of bed but today I couldn't. It feels like my arms aren't as long as my legs anymore."

Sally laughed at his observation, "You don't know you're body too well anymore?"

"It's strange but no. I feel like I was changed into something alien. Here feel this," he placed her hand to his warm beating chest. Her cold hands nearly melted at the feel under his shirt.

"It feels so different," she blushed, "can I touch more?"

"I don't mind," some color reached into his cheeks causing her to blush as well.

Sally carefully rolled her finger tips over his chest and nipples causing him to chuckle. She played with his belly button a moment then moved closer to feel his back. Jack closed his eyes as an unfamiliar emotion swept over him. Her touch was so gentle, cold but desirable. His lips parted slightly and all he knew was her touch now rolling her fingers over his happy trail.

Sally watched his face deciding she liked his reaction but it embarrassed her terribly, her blue face went purple and she was happy his eyes were closed. His lips looked so soft to her and so perfect not crooked like hers. She almost wanted to be human too, he must find her ugly compared to him. The thought stung like a needle went threw her heart.

"Jack."

Jack came back to reality and realized his body heat had risen, "what's wrong Sally?"

"I think I should stop," she pulled her hands away, "you're very smooth and warm now, and soft too," she started, "but I'm not. I have stitches all over my body and I'm cold," she looked down never worried about how she looked to anyone before because all monsters were ugly so it didn't mean anything to be pretty but now somehow it was different. Now Jack was pretty and Sally was not. She liked him before he was pretty but how does he feel?

"I don't care if you have stitches. It's how you were made, it's not like you can help it Sally."

"But you're warm, and soft," she blushed turning her head.

"You're soft too," he pointed out.

"I'm sorry Jack," she turned away and left the room.

Jack thought for a moment, he didn't know what to make of her reaction.

"Why is she so upset did I do something?" He walked into the next room to see her, "Did I do something to make you like this?"

"Like what?"

"You're upset I can tell."

Sally whipped a tear from her eye. He would never feel for her what she felt for him. Before, it was hopeless to think so and now, it's even worse.

"I'm fine, reality is just hard sometimes. I don't think I like you alive," she lied.

"Well," he paused, "that was unexpected. Forgive me Sally but umm. I really don't know how to handle this sort of thing." He thought maybe he should try to make her laugh? He turned around too fast for his body to handle the new amount of weight and hit the door with his face.

"Owe! That hurts worse now!" he wined and Sally looked at him with a slight smile.

"That was clumsy of you."

"Still adjusting to the weight," he said rubbing his nose, "this wasn't always there you know."

His plan worked and Sally laughed at his clumsiness. Jack decided he liked her laugh.

"Anyone ever tell you that you have a cute laugh?"

"No, not ever. What a strange thing to say to me."

"Is it so strange?"

Sally smiled and started playing with her fingers not meeting his gaze, "No I guess not. Thank you."

"Well sure," he beamed, "I'd like to join you by you're side."

"I'd like that too," she smiled.

Jack took a seat by Sally on the love seat and looked around his living room, "I can see the same to I guess eyes are pointless in this world."

"I guess so," she chuckled then she thought for a moment, "Jack there's been something on my mind since you took that bath."

Jack looked to his friend with curiosity.

"You can tell me anything Sally."

Again she couldn't look at his face, "well you are a man and so it is queer for me to say this but," she paused thinking on how to ask him.

Sally had been dieing to know did he have something between his legs. Did he before he came back to life? He still had his tong so there was a muscle still attached to him. But how could she ask something so personal. She could look at the skeletons like Bruce and know they were male by their small pelvises and when they spoke they had deeper voices but they wore no cloths. But then there's Jack. For years she thought him wearing cloths was silly. It's just a waste of time and money to buy and take care of them. But he always wore cloths; even to bed he had night cloths. And when he got undressed in the bathroom the doctor said he needed privacy.

"I really don't know how to ask you. The question it's self is an odd one that you just don't ask but now that you're alive it's even more so..."

"Sally I'm not following."

"Okay," she paused to look at him, "Why do you wear cloths?"

He thought about it for a moment, "Well lots of reasons," he said finally.

"Like what?"

"Well, sometimes it's cold outside and sometimes it's to look the part. I mean a king of a holiday can't just go around nude can he?"

"No I guess you're right," she laughed.

"That wasn't so hard," he smiled.

"Okay now another one."

"Sure what's on you're mind," he liked sitting and just talking to his friend about unimportant things it felt so natural and it was nice not to have to worry about doing his job for a while; like a vacation.

"Well," she looked away again, "Can you reproduce?" she felt air catch in her throat.

Jack had to think about this one a moment, "How do you mean?"

Sally stood to her feet, "like have babies?" the words were forced out and she didn't want him to see the purple on her face.

"Oh ... well," he blushed and looked down at his pants, "Well sure," he paused, "Is there a reason you want to know?"

"No no no reason, I've just wondered that's all!"

"Yes ... buy why?"

There was a long pause for a moment. Why had she wanted to know, was it her attraction to him or was she really just trying to figure everything she could out about him?

"Well I've never seen you with a girlfriend before, so I didn't know."

"Sally, I'm a very busy man. I guess I figure I'm already dead so what's the point."

"But have you ever had kids?" she turned to him, "I mean when you were alive?"

"I'm sorry to say that I don't remember. It was too long ago." He raised an eye brow and gave her a side smile, "Is this because of the kiss I gave you last night on spiral hill?"

"Maybe," she blushed and turned away

Jack stood up and stopped right behind her. His arms wrapped around her front and his body pressed close to hers, "Sally it's hard to place this feeling I'm having because I haven't been alive in so long, but ... I think..." She felt warmth touching her lower back close to her bottom and knew it was coming from between his legs. She stiffened up and her breath was caught in her chest as Jack wrapped one arm around her waste and the other around the front of her shoulders.

"To tell the truth I've been attracted to you for a while now. But I've always been good at keeping my hormones in check. Right now it's hard though."

His hormones? She couldn't breath, she couldn't think. Did he really use that word in reference to himself? He Jack Skelington had hormones? And he was attracted to her? Sally felt her head grow dizzy.

"Being alive has made you speak nonsense Jack."

"No, Sally," he took her shoulders and turned her around to face him, "It's has given me the courage to tell you how I feel because I don't know you're feelings toward me."

His bright green eyes were seeing right threw her mask and she new it. She had been found out and he liked it. As if reading her mind he gave her a slight smile and began kissing her almost painfully. Their bodies pressed together and she could feel his manhood harden with her touch. It was hard to imagine him as a skeleton now. His lips were too soft compared to the hardened ones that kissed her last night. It was then that she knew it was not just a crush. Sally was in love with her King dead or alive.

"Sally now I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Can you reproduce?"

"Only in the sewing room," she said sadly.

"At least we wont have any surprises later."

"I'm not dead I'm a doll so if we did do anything," she blushed bright red, "It would be classified as masturbation."

Jack's eyes widened and his body stiffened up, "You're right. At least it's not necrophilia," he laughed to himself. (Told you there's no necrophilia in this rated M romance lol because Jack's alive!)

"Not that I would mind," she admitted causing him to blush and harden even more.

"Wow it's been so long I don't even remember this sensation. Is it wrong for me to ask you if you want to try?"

"No it's not wrong. If not now then it might not ever happen right?"

"True, I'll loose my growing friend when the doctor finds a cure. But seduction still gives off a similar sensation," he kissed her again.

"I'll remember you said that."