Ribena

Disclaimed.

Just A Decadent Taste

Jack rolled out on his board from under the truck his working on when he heard the clipped clicks of heels and craning his neck to the side, he spied some fancy stilettos belonging to a very fine set of ankles.

Using his heels and grabbing his grease rag, his walked his way out properly out from under the truck and sat up on his board.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, not looking up as he tried to get the worst of the oil out from under his fingernails. That was no way to greet a lady. Raised by wolves or otherwise.

"Didn't your mother teach you to look at someone when you are talking to them?" A familiar amused voice responded as he saw their feet cross as they lent against the narrow wall, wedging them both in a small space.

Leisurely, unhurried, Jack made sure to document every part of Elsa Snow in his mind, putting her in the respective box in the back of his mind. His first sighting of the elusive Elsa since that fateful day when he was fifteen.

"Elsa," Jack stated, to get her attention, where Elsa was focussed solely on the ducks, feeding them by sprinkling stale bread for the quacking birds, almost ignoring him. But she wouldn't ignore him. She wasn't like that.

"Elsa," he tried again, his heart was tightening painfully in his chest and he was wishing she would just make this easier, maybe by giving her tinkling little laugh that was like echos on icicles.

"Jack, I know what you are going to say, and I'm saying this because I want to preserve our friendship," Elsa finally looked up and he eyes weren't what he knew. They weren't their laugh filled, warm puddles of latent water. No they were the up and coming business tycoon that Jack saw she was becoming. The Ice Queen.

He had seen it for a while, but had chosen to ignore it. What a horrible mistake. Jack just stood there, like a complete dolt, while Elsa still crouched. Even if she stood, she wouldn't have even made a dent in the gap between the differences in their heights.

"Please don't say what you were going to say. Leave it alone," Elsa continued, finally pushing herself to her feet.

Her outfit was entirely inappropriate for feeding the ducks in the lunchtime, but the twenty year old had claimed she had a lunch in an hour and had only a little time for him. A navy strapless cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline, emphasising her large breasts that had stopped developing when she turned seventeen, but hips that he swore only were emphasised more each year.

The dark colour made her regal, her pale skin giving her an almost wraithlike appearance. Jack knew the only time she got out of the office was to see him and she usually worked late into the night to get her work done.

But the words she said inflamed a childish anger in him, Elsa doing the exactly same thing when he was younger and she was the babysitter.

"And what was I going to say, Elsa the All-knowing?" Jack snapped, he shifted his hands into his charcoal school trousers defensively.

"No need to get baity Jack, I'm just stating the facts. You were going to suggest we move our relationship further up, that we should start going out," Elsa said clinically, unfeeling and Jack wanted to gape at the sign of the usually fiery Elsa, closed off. Cold as snow. "But there are too many complications for this to be a satisfying and healthy relationship."

Jack inhaled sharply through his nose like his anger management counsellor said to do. He did that a couple of times.

And a couple more.

And why wasn't it fucking working?

"And what reasons are there?" Jack gritted his teeth and he could feel the lower set of teeth filing the bones of the top with the fierce grind, to stop himself from yelling, by keeping civilised.

"You're sixteen. You are five years younger than me," Elsa stated.

"I can wait a couple more to ask you out officially. Next."

Elsa looked like she wanted to protest, a surprise in her eyes that she didn't think of that.

"I have to focus on my career, I am the successor of my company."

"I already understand that, that's why I am talking with you now. I'm happy with just an hour of your time, for these little moments of fun, I don't mind."

Jack began to lower his guard, thinking he finally was going to break down those icy walls.

"What about when you are going to become the successor of your company? We'll become competitors and you will be focusing on you career."

Jack just shrugged, appearing unconcerned.

"Who says I'll be taking over the company? Lucy has been showing an interest for a while." Jack, kicked a large piece of bread that had been forgotten to the ducks too wary to come between the swirling snow storm occurring between him and Elsa. "And even if I do, we'll join in a partnership that would be mutually beneficial to both companies, as the statistics would show you if you bothered to read the spread sheets."

Elsa arched a perfectly plucked platinum eyebrow.

"'If I actually bothered'?" Elsa's voice became frosty.

"Well now that you have all but taken over your father's company, the only reason I can think of on why you haven't joined up with my dad's is because of pure stubbornness on that your dad didn't join up with Frost's Consultation and your dad's dad didn't join up with my dad's dad." Jack refused to be cowed by the ice jets Elsa was attempting to shoot out of her eyes. "You are scared to break tradition and that will cripple you."

"How dare you-" Elsa attempted to poke a black gloved finger into his chest but all Jack did was catch her wrist, pulling her resisting body with it.

Picking at each of the fingertips of the gloves, Elsa continued to splutter to find some excuse. As much as she wanted to deny it, she was just as affected by his presence as he was by hers.

Finally he exposed the perfect, flawless skin of her palm and he lay a kiss on it.

Elsa finally fell silent.

Holding her gaze, Jack leaned forward and down, Jack whispered:

"Elsa, I love you."

While his lips brushed hers, it was only for a second. It wasn't meant to last.

Elsa yanked her hand away, leaving her glove in Jack's hand as she stormed away, her black long coat flaring behind her, her heels clicking on the wet ground.

Jack continued to scrutinise her body. It still looked in the shape that he left her with; long legs to arch into hips and to dip into a tiny waist only to enlarge into a fairly sized bust but that's where his eyes held.

Not in a lecherous way. No, his eyes were caught on the glittery snowflake, resting on the space just before the shadow her cleavage made.

His gift to her twenty first, a year after he made his confession and she had stopped talking to him. Only a year ago.

Finally meeting her eyes, he finally saw the Ice Queen's eyes had melted, the corners of her eyes crinkling in childhood amusement, her hair was still in its loose braid, despite the formality of the tight high waisted black skirt, holding the azure silk blouse against her body, emphasising her breasts even more so.

Jack turned to get a cleaner rag and to avoid her spying his pale cheeks reddening.

"So how have you been?" Elsa filled awkwardly and Jack could hear the respective clicks of her heels on the floor, signalling her uneasy shuffling on the floor.

"Oh you know, gaining experience as a mechanic. When I take over from my dad, I'm planning on expanding Frost's business into cars possibly," he said nonchalantly, now choosing a different cloth to rub down all his equipment.

"Oh, yeah? What are you planning on doing to prepare for it? Planning on going to university? Have you decided where yet? What about your degree?" Elsa rattled off, signalling her nervousness.

Jack looked over his shoulder and gave the smouldering smirk that he knew to make women's knees weaken into oil and flop to the floor. Elsa held up well, the only reaction being that she couldn't stare into his eyes for long and the red flagging her cheeks and possibly the more shifting of the feet.

But then again she couldn't hold his eyes well even when he was younger and hitting puberty.

"What is this? An interrogation?" Jack teased, before finally releasing her from his hold.

Elsa coughed delicately into her hand and a scraping as her heel dragged across the floor.

"Just was…taking an interest," Elsa said awkwardly and glancing over his shoulder again Jack saw she was massaging the back of her neck with one hand, her eyes clenched shut, her teeth poking into her lower lip colouring it a dark bloody colour, like a lip that was constantly bitten.

Jack wondered if he would be able to bite it. An image of this Elsa still clenching her eyes shut against his onslaught as he bit continuously, gently, so they were swollen and pouty but from desire rather than anxiety. And then the way her bare feet would shift nervously as he would inevitably move down, his snowy hair brushing against her sensitive skin-

Jack coughed, turning back around.

"I know the way we stopped talking wasn't on the best of terms."

Jack wanted to snort. He was fine with it, he had time to win her over he thought, he just wanted his feelings known. But she was the one who began avoiding his calls, texts and when he went to confront her, she barricaded herself in her massive house.

The anger at her behaviour, pretending he didn't exist made him clench his hands tightly around the tools of his trade but he let out a quiet breath through his nose, finally loosening his hands. He had faced his demons, and just hoped to God that his 'love' was just a funny fantasy and was just a brief infatuation.

Hopefully.

Jack was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a clanking clunk and then a higher clanking sound began. He frowned but brought his gaze back to Elsa who was still talking.

"And I just wanted to make sure it wouldn't get in the way as we are both going on the family holiday," Elsa continued, a strain in her voice betraying her anxiety.

Jack placed all his clean tools back on the bench before turning to face her, wiping his sweaty face with a barely clean part of his cloth. Man, it was hot in there, Jack thought to himself as he pulled the front of his body suit repeatedly out to try and air the stuffy heat caught in his suit. The heater probably broke again, he thought with aggravation.

"As we'll be next to each other and our families will be spending a lot of time with the other, I just wanted to make sure that there were no hard feelings," Elsa continued, her voice starting to increase in pitch, the cool business woman was nowhere in sight.

As she was talking, the hot blooded male began to feel the temperature and it wasn't improving his mood at all.

Finally losing his patience, Jack unpopped his cheap greasy black, blue jumpsuit, to expose his equally dirty, old, white tank top.

He followed Elsa's gaze to where his muscles rolled as he pushed the sleeves of his jumpsuit down to his waist before tying them in a knot around his middle.

Elsa swallowed visibly as her blue eyes closed briefly as she seemed to compose herself and before his eyes he saw the almost transformation into the Ice Queen.

But he wouldn't let that happen again.

Feigning a languorous stretch over his head, he made sure to flex the biceps obviously and his tank top rode up to expose his flat and on the way to becoming ribbed stomach.

It seemed Elsa could focus on nothing else and Jack decided to take advantage of the momentary lapse in her train of thought.

"Yeah, you didn't go last year to the chalet, why was that? Working was it?" Jack asked, walking past the flustered woman, ensuring that he brushed as close as he could in the narrow space, pretending he needed to keep his balance by clasping Elsa's upper arms with an apologetic glance.

If she wasn't so close to him, she would have seen straight through him. If she had been there, she would have known that he was only doing it to be closer to her, to smell her sweet vanilla-ry perfume that would have been sickly on anyone else.

"Oh, um, yeah," Elsa stuttered, pushing her hair behind her ear again nervously, "I was working, you know how it is."

Elsa closed her mouth tightly as if to rub them together, looking anywhere but at him.

Jack, amused, bent to get a drink from the water cooler in the corner which blubbed out a cup of water and behind his back he didn't see Elsa looking appreciatory at his arse.

Jack turned around in time to see Elsa quickly avert her eyes and stare at a health and safety poster.

"So yeah, I just wanted to make sure that you and I were…" she trailed off, finally bringing her eyes to his where they were unknowingly captured.

"Were…?" Jack lowered his voice as if the quiet would encourage Elsa to continue.

Elsa looked up at him, imploringly. Jack bridged the gap with a step, putting them chest to chest.

"I-"

There was a loud clatter and a very loud swear causing the old babysitter to reel in front of him, snapping her out of whatever trance she was in and realise their closeness and recoil.

"Well," she said, brushing off the front of her skirt, despite the fact no dust or oil had gathered on the expensive fabric in the ten minutes that she had been there.

Leaning casually against the wall next to her, Jack stared intensely at her, willing those eyes to meet his and just feel the chemistry, not allowing her cold interior to harden it.

"Elsa," Jack said softly, his feet carrying him subtly closer and he saw the blonde haired girl's eyes widen as she spotted his worn trainers sneak into her line of vision. "Look at me."

Elsa shook her head, her eyes still focussed on his feet that had taken another pigeon step towards her.

"Elsa," Jack warned in a teasingly soft, sing song voice.

Elsa wagged her head again stubbornly. A part of her demanding that he shouldn't take another step forward. Another, just praying that he would and try and kiss her like last time almost a year ago.

Her breath quickened in anticipation.

As the eldest Snow's vision was directed at their feet which were standing toe to toe, she spotted Jack's hand creep up to her face. Her eyes widened even further, enraptured with the sight of the black streaked palm coming to rest on the side of her face, much alike in a car however many years ago it was now, a thumb traced on the very edge of her cheek bone, encouraging her to look up.

She couldn't help herself when it came to Jack.

Hers met his, something crackled with an icy energy between them, something that made even Jack have to school his features but unable to restrain the urge to lean closer and smirk in victory.

It was when he felt the quickened pants from Elsa that he knew, finally she was letting herself feel.

Finally ready to catch that kiss that he was cheated from so many years ago, he tilted towards her decisively. Today was going to be the day.

"Ahh, fuck me, it's boiling in here!" an Australian voice complained as a particularly hairy man with salt and pepper hair swaggered in, rubbing a rag across his already sweaty forehead. "And the boss said he probably won't fix it again until the summer too!"

Bunny cut off when he saw how close Jack was to a now flustered Elsa, who took a step back which Jack dogged.

"Hey Sheila, is this wise ass bothering you?" John "Bunny" Bunnymund asked, his glare already fixated on Jack who of which rolled his eyes and walked passed the confused female who retracted the hand that had unconsciously went to pull the snowy spirit back to her.

"Uh… no," Elsa said absently, her eyes just following Jack's retreating back. Was this how he felt last year? "I just wanted to give Jack a lift home; I know that he doesn't have a car."

The Ice Queen saw the victorious look on the stranger's face and confused, turned to see the glare that Jack was sending her way. What had she done now?

"I knew it! I knew it!" Bunny crowed, "you totally totalled your car and daddy won't-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jack hissed, spinning around to glare at the over talkative man. Levelling as less than appreciative look over his shoulder. "As for the offer, consider it unneeded, I already have found a ride."

Jack continued to walk away to the truck with the sliding board beneath it.

"Sorry for the waste of a journey," Jack said, dismissal clearly in his tone.

"That's alright," Elsa said, unnaturally cool. Jack's hackles raised in answer to the unseen threat.

"I'll just wait here until your 'ride' picks you up," Elsa said, a knowing tone an undercurrent to the words. "Just to make sure that they don't drop out suddenly."

Jack gritted his teeth. Why couldn't she leave when he actually wanted her to?

"It will be uncomfortable with the heater being broken on twenty three degrees," Jack said mildly, trying to appear unconcerned as he rubbed his hands in an almost nervous motion over a rag. "But it's your funeral."

Elsa shrugged out of her black trench coat, exposing her capped silk blouse for Jack's eyes to appreciate fully with a gleam and a tongue to dab his chapped lips.

"I'll feel like it's the summer then," Elsa replied, a no nonsense feeling that had Jack reminiscing over the babysitter-child relationship.

Rolling his eyes, Jack resigned himself to having to deal with her presence, he tried to pretend to be oblivious to her company as he began to restore the car that had a broken brake line. Propelling himself back under the belly of the beast, no matter how much he tried to avoid it, his eyes slid like a car down a frozen road, towards Elsa. Unstoppable.

She sat their primly, her hand bag resting obediently at her feet, her Blackberry buzzing away as she typed furiously away. No rest for the wicked, Jack thought with a roll of his eyes as he continued to wrench the car into a state of well-being again.

Finally, five o'clock had ticked over and it was completely dark outside. With a sigh and a last surreptitious glance at Elsa who hadn't once moved from her seat on the uncomfortable metal stool, her thumbs never stopped flying over the keypad, business came first after all, Jack rolled out from under the car.

Elsa's eyes zoned in on Jack's body as it emerged after an hour of tinking occurred.

"Time to go?" Elsa asked brightly, "and where is this ride you were talking about?" she continued as if she actually believed him the first time he said the poor lie.

Jack just shook his head and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, making the slight disarrayed hair spike further in opposite directions. He gave a roguish smirk like a boy about to do something bad. It sent a flutter to hang low in her belly.

"You caught me," his crooked smile had her mesmerised as much as she tried to force her mouth to focus on something else other than the phosphorescent whites of his teeth.

Elsa rolled her eyes a small smile laying down on her reluctant lips, her hand subconsciously going to her braid, a backup nervous habit, her eyes once again avoiding looking up at his face.

"I'll go start up the car, I've got a-" Elsa began to say.

"-Silver Audi R8," Jack finished for her, heading for the door at the back where the employees lockers were located. "I'll meet you there."

Elsa nodded before pivoting to walk through the side door, next to the large garage door.

The thin metal clanged shut and as soon as he saw the back of her gone, Jack slumped tiredly against the concrete wall behind him.

How emotionally draining on his system. Just when he was getting over her too.

Yeah, right, a small voice snorted in the back of his head.

Shaking his head, Jack changed out of his filthy overalls and placed them in his gym bag with the rest of his tools to be cleaned when he made it home.

Changing into his favourite blue hoodie with tattered strings hanging from the hood from constant washing and wear, Jack slid on a pair of faded jeans before walking outside and calling good bye to Bunny.

Walking into the immediate cold, it was a pleasant change from the sweltering heat of the garage and his eyes spied the silver car that he had seen many a time from walking passed the Snow's house late at night.

Jack sighed. How had it come to this? Resigning himself to the uncomfortable drive which was going to be filled with false small talk, Jack resolutely opened the passenger door where Elsa had the engine already on, in gear and raring to go. So as soon as Jack had buckled himself, Elsa was off, forcing him into the bucket chair.

Jack made sure that his appreciative glance was noticed by Elsa.

"Nice ride by the way," Jack said conversationally. And let it begin.

Elsa said nothing to Jack's surprise. Now feeling even more awkward, Jack kept silent not wanting to force his company on Elsa more than usual although he couldn't keep the frown from occupying his face. For someone who offered the ride supposedly out of the kindness of her heart, she was being awfully… cold.

This continued for a couple of minutes maybe more but Jack wasn't really paying attention, after all, he was the one who didn't want a lift back.

It was when they had passed all the country roads and were driving back into the main part of town with streetlights on both sides, illuminating the interior of the car, that Elsa broke the stillness.

"So what did you do that meant you broke your car?" Elsa's voice sounded emotionless, but Jack didn't see a reason why this would bother her so much.

"Your small talk is so easy to follow, princess," Jack teased lightly, hoping that she would take the bait and rise to the challenge.

No such luck.

"Does it have something to do with why Lucy was in the hospital?" Elsa continued softly, her eyes darting to glimpse at Jack's now tense profile.

"I don't really see how it is any of your business," Jack replied coolly, warning her not to continue.

Elsa frowned, but pressed her foot further to the floor.

"I don't see how it's not my business, we used to be best friends Jack," Elsa tried again. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Jack huffed out sharply through his nose trying not to do anything rash. Like jump out of the car door.

But the option was looking more and more appealing as the pressure of the silence pushed Jack lower and lower in his seat, slouching in a childish sullen silence.

"Jack," Elsa prompted, her voice expectant.

He had enough. Jack abruptly turned to Elsa who in turn glanced at him.

"Stop the car," he ordered.

Elsa frowned.

"Why? What's wron-"

Jack, impatient for the talking and no stopping, opened his own door.

Elsa shrieked and pressed down on the brakes hard, letting Jack lurch forward to grab his bag from the foot well and to unbuckle himself out of the seat and car.

Lowering his head to look into the shocked gaze of Elsa Snow, he forced a smile onto his face, his hand hanging from the roof of the car.

"Thanks for the ride, but I find it more invigorating to walk in this temperature." Patting the car fondly, Jack slammed the door with the force that showed his true emotion of fury.

He stormed away, his hands in his pockets, his breath panting out in a flurry of mist.

"Jack!" her voice called behind him accompanied by footsteps.

Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look ba-

Jack was wrenched from his chant by a lithe body darting in front of his, forcing him to stop rather than push her to the ground. That would've been just plain rude.

"What the hell!" Elsa demanded, her hands shoving him back, her own fury something to be rivalled with.

Jack scowled and moved forward to walk around Elsa.

"Jack, stop it!" Elsa ordered, her hands moving to shove Jack back again, had his own not caught her wrists and spin her, forcing her arms to cross across her belly, his chin resting on the smaller woman's shoulder.

"No, you stop it Elsa!" Jack spoke into her ear lowly, causing said woman to freeze like the sub-zero temperatures that surrounded them.

"Wha-"

"You don't have the right," Jack continued, his voice vicious, "you don't have the right to pretend that you care when you didn't give a damn last year. In fact, you don't give a damn right now and you don't give a damn about Lucy, so just butt out and we can be adults about this."

Jack turned and pushed Elsa back to her car. "Drive home and pretend this conversation didn't happen, just like you conveniently forgot our conversation last winter." Jack said bitterly, pivoting so he faced the direction where home was before his feet resolutely began to walk again.

His chest felt a release of how he felt to get all that repressed anger out in the open, how he didn't need to pretend he was fine to his best friend Anna, Elsa's younger sister.

"I didn't forget!" Elsa yelled at Jack's back, her fists clenched by her sides.

Jack stopped.

"I didn't forget," Elsa repeated softer this time, her voice mournful. "I just wanted you to grow out of the infatuation before I would approach you again-"

Jack rounded on her, disbelief and exasperation colouring every facet of his sharp face.

"'Infatuation'?" Jack repeated, his voice loud in the deadened silence.

"I know, I know!" Elsa cried, grabbing fistfuls of her hair, her scrunched shut. "Looking back on it, it was a stupid move but I didn't want to be fully invested-"

"'Fully invested'?" Jack couldn't believe his ears. "This wasn't a business deal!"

"I screwed up! I know! Stop holding it over my head!" Elsa screamed back, her eyes tearful. "But at least I was right!"

Jack looked at her in confusion, most of his anger dissipating. "What do you mean?"

"That girl!" Elsa hissed out, her eyes watering, no matter how much she tried to hide her face from him. "The one with the multi coloured hair!"

Jack finally realised who she was talking about and guilt resided over his form. He scratched the back of his neck.

"Tooth was only because you rejected me and you were with Hans behind my back when you were 'too busy' to talk to me!" Jack shot back defensively, his own finger pointing at Elsa now.

Elsa flushed, her hand brought to her face to try and dull the heat.

"I was trying to forget your lips," she whispered numbly, rubbing her arms hard against the shivers.

Jack hesitated. She was trying to forget him, did that mean…?

With the thought that the situation couldn't get any worse, Jack crossed the emotionally insurmountable distance as well as the physical before reaching down to cup her face with two big hands that smelt of the mechanics: oil, grease and white spirits.

Elsa looked up, her face still wet from crying as she let herself be trapped his glacial eyes willing to sink below the surface of ice, never to resurface as her eyes mimicked his, slowly closing until his hot mouth closed over hers, barely meeting the cold air around them.

Jack pressed forward harder, feeling that he wasn't being rejected this time. He wasn't being pushed away.

His mouth opened earnestly, probing Elsa's eager mouth with his wet tongue, wanting to increase their intimacy, wanting to claim her so her mind couldn't analyse everything like Jack knew she knew wanted to.

Elsa let out a moan, her mouth tilting to suck more of his tongue into her mouth, her own massaging against his.

Jack forced his hand to press against the lowest point on Elsa's back, just a millimetre above decency, on the verge of lewdness but at that point Jack couldn't bring himself to care as the other hand still caressing the older woman's face, to link into the platinum blonde strands at the back of her head.

Elsa had no such qualms of chastity as she boldly grabbed Jack's arse with both hands and a vigour that made Jack's eyes pop open in surprise with a little sound in the base of his throat. He quickly closed them again when she forced him to grind against her own feminine body. One that was eagerly accepting his in a flurry of hands.

That was, until another car passing in the road, honked its horn and there were a few cat calls from the open window where some shit rap music was blaring.

It was like the safety net had formed and caught Elsa in its trap. She shoved herself away from him quickly. However her hands continued to rest on his chest, her eyes bleary with desire, her tongue running lasciviously along her lower lip despite the fact she was the one to pull away.

Jack was more reluctant to let her go now he had tasted his new Ribena.

Like the first time, he still had the taste of her on his lips and in his mouth, a curious taste of mint gum and her sweet lipstick.

Elsa continued to pant against his chest, either oblivious from the way her chest heaved against his own in a tantalising way, or just didn't care.

He suspected it was the latter.

"We should get back," Elsa said, all the while not making a move to leave his hot embrace.

"In a minute," Jack whispered before replacing his lip against hers, stalling whatever protest she had.

Elsa allowed herself to spiral down into allowing her body to be sensitised by his very hands that stroked up and down her arms, one going as far as to slip off the limb and fall to grab her thigh, fingering at her tight hem.

Elsa wrenched her face to the side to breathe which Jack took advantage of with his tongue and teeth holding onto the lobe of her ear, sending the electric charges running through her wire like veins to the lower place that despite his age, she didn't doubt for a moment that he could please it.

Opting to cause more of the delicious moans to gurgle out of that pouty mouth of hers, Jack pleasing his untoward dream to Elsa by running his tongue down her throat, massaging it as he then gave a harsh bite to where the shoulder met the neck.

He got something even better: a whimper.

Just as the hand that was creeping up and above Elsa's waist, there was another car that passed except it was someone a lot worse than other people his age. No. It had to be…

"Hey Sheila," Bunny roared out of his window, his face pinched in distaste. "Would you want me to take the little roo back myself?"

Elsa yanked herself away, straightening her back so it was a bean pole again, she took on a haughty expression.

"We are fine, we just had to get some things out of the way," Elsa tried to look indifferent despite the fact she was heavily turned on and was wishing whatever God out there would force this man to leave so she could go back to mauling Jack's face.

Bunny still looked doubtful but running a hand over his now tired face Jack was just praying that he would leave before Elsa would get too embarrassed to even look at him again.

Finally with a grudging goodbye, Bunny left.

Jack sighed before finally turning to face Elsa, readying himself for rejection and was even more surprised when a pair of moist lips met his in a tender meeting.

They both pulled away at the same time both unable to focus with dilated pupils.

"We should-"

"I think-"

They both cut off with uneasy smiles.

Without saying anything to the other they simultaneously, both climbed into the car quietly, Elsa turned over the engine and before they knew it they were driving to their houses.

Elsa parked the car and they both sat there dumbfounded and out of sorts.

"It's not going to happen again, is it?" Jack asked quietly, not even the rustling of the trees out in the winter winds could be heard.

Elsa opened her mouth to answer but paused. Opened it again and shut it with a click.

Jack shook his head, running a ragged hand through his hair, the white ends sticking out in spikes.

"It's not that I want to," Elsa said softly, her eyes trained on her lap. "Wait until you are eighteen, then we'll talk," Elsa said firmer in her quiet voice.

Jack opened his mouth to argue but looking at her face that was turned away from him, he knew it was too late, he knew that she had thought it over and was trying to distance herself. Again.

Internally, Jack resigned himself to never having Elsa Snow. He was going to let her go. There was no point in chasing a woman who had no intention of being followed. He wasn't going to go through having to get over her again.

Like you did the first time, that annoying voice huffed in his head again which sounded suspiciously like Bunny.

Jack just nodded his head numbly before climbing out of her car with a subtle, hidden stroke to the top of the car and walked to his house, his movements sluggish. He walked along the path connecting both of their extensive driveways, just wishing for the north wind to take him anywhere that wasn't where that confusing woman was, as he unlocked his front door.

Turning, he shut it and slumped against the white painted oak, trying to get his legs underneath him but failing as they shook with the adrenaline that he didn't use and he fell into a crouch in the entry way.

Taking in a shaky breath to calm his nerves and broken beliefs, he started up the marble steps leading to the high balcony that would eventually lead to his room and hopefully sleep that would make more sense than this reality.

…o0o…

Sorry, I lied, this was going to be one whole chapter, but it was so long that I split it into two. :P

My bad.

So a six parter ;)

~JustThatKindOfSpecial