Hello everyone! I'm officially home, yay winter break! The grades are in (just waiting on a proficiency score that's freaking me out), I'm home at last, and I have to work in the morning, haha. But this is okay! We're doing good.

Thank you for those wonderful reviews! I see you people on the favorite and alert lists, thank you as well! I do appreciate you reading, but if you haven't figured it out already I am pretty much a review whore (lol) so if you want to galvanize a chapter out of me like right away (case in point, chapter two) drop me a line! It makes my day.

If you're wondering, I do have an actual plot in line for the story that isn't fluff related, but we won't be seeing it for a while….fluff first, don't you know XD

Of Soft Breezes and Wintry Nights

Chapter Three: Curiosity Killed The…Legendary Being?

-((A few days after Jack's message))-

Claire awoke early to get ready for teaching observation. She leapt out of bed and all but flew to the window, throwing open the curtain for her morning message:

Good Morning :p

Claire smiled. It was the same message every morning, but the fact that he was there every morning to write it (the smile faces changed by the day) made her smile. She opened the window and reached her hand out to scribble in the frost below his message:

Good Morning Yourself :)

She smirked, satisfied with her reply, before she grabbed a towel and headed for the shower to get ready for the day.

-((flash forward))-

Claire could have skipped to her car she was in such a good mood. She usually wasn't very peppy in the morning, but lately she had been feeling particularly energized. She smiled wider when she noticed the frost covering all the cars.

"You've been busy, Frost," she said, grinning, "I wouldn't expect any less, as much as I hate it on my own-" she stopped, staring in surprise at her car. There was no frost on her back car window, and her front window had just enough so that it displayed these words:

Have a Good Day!

She smiled widely. "You spoil me, Jack," she said with a laugh. "But I'm not complaining!" she said as she opened her car door.

Far off in the trees, a wintry figure smiled down at her as she drove away, pleased that he could make her so happy.

-((Eee!))-

In those few days, Claire and Jack fell into a strange routine. Jack would write on her window in the morning, and Claire would reply. When Claire came home from school in the evening, she'd ask him a question on her window and he would reply before she was finished with dinner. She'd say good night, and the whole thing would cycle again. That evening, Claire returned from school to a Welcome Home on her window. She smiled, already having figured out what to ask him today:

Where did you get the name Jack Frost?

She wondered about her question all through dinner. She was really curious about his name. Did he just give it to himself? She wondered. Who decides these things? How did he become Jack Frost anyway? Is there an application for these things?

She looked at her window after dinner to read Jack's message:

The Man in the Moon told me. He doesn't talk to me very often, but whenever something is urgent, North will usually just call us all to the North Pole. Good Night!

"Woah," Claire said softly, reading his answer twice. She slowly wrote 'good night' on the window. "Talk about a loaded answer, Jack," she complained, "Now I have so many more questions!"

As he flew away, Jack grinned. "I guess we'll have to talk more then," he said softly to himself.

He liked the sound of that.

-((the next morning))-

Jack wrote his new morning message on the window before settling down under the adjacent apartment window to wait for her to see it.

I've been spending a lot of my day here lately, he mused. It's not like it's a bad thing. There's still winter in other parts of the world and they get plenty of mischief while she's at class, he grinned, here is just getting a little more attention lately. There's nothing wrong with that. It's not like I'm causing winter upheaval or anything.

Having convinced himself he was at her window for no other reason, he became distracted as she opened the curtain. She scrawled her reply before returning to a different part of the house he couldn't see.

I wonder what she does in there…he wondered for the thousandth time. Unlike the first evening he saw her, she usually kept both her living room and bedroom curtain closed. He'd only ever seen her at the window or walking to her car. The more and more time he spent there, the more curious he became. His thoughts were derailed as she exited the house earlier than usual.

Startled and with no time to fly to the trees, he backed up so he was blocked by the edge of the apartment building.

-((Meanwhile))-

I'm glad I took a shower last night, Claire thought as she exited her apartment, I would have never been able to get out of the house early otherwise. Stupid presentation preparation... She steadied herself on her heels as she shut the door. She was giving a presentation in her education class after observation, and had to wear a skirt. She made a face to herself as she shut the door. I really hate wearing heels all day. She was distracted from her problems as she turned from the door to look at the still green grass outside.

"Jack!" she called out, "What is this? It's already early December, you could give us a little snow!" She shuddered at the breeze as she started to walk to her car. "This little bit of cold wind isn't very wintry!"

Jack frowned. She says I'm not wintry enough? I'll show her wintry enough. Without thinking, he sent a harsh gust of cold air in her direction. Claire was startled and teetered a bit on her heels, her skirt flying up to reveal blue snowflake panties before she hurriedly pulled it down again. She blushed ten shades of red as she looked around to make sure no one saw.

"If you did that, that was so not funny," she muttered before walking to her car.

Jack was startled himself. He'd certainly never seen that before. I…probably shouldn't have done that, he thought, cheeks coloring slightly.

But he couldn't get the image out of his mind.

-((later))-

That night Claire approached her window with one question in mind. As tempted as she was to ask about the North Pole and who North was and the Man in the Moon, one new question held precedence:

Did you blow my skirt up today?

Jack watched her shut the curtain and flew up to her window, hesitating as he read the question.

How am I supposed to answer this? He thought, puzzled. 'Yes, but it was an accident, and by the way you have a wonderful looking—NO no no, he shook his head to rid himself of this strange line of thinking. He wrote out his puzzled answer, and waited by the neighbor's window to see her reaction.

-((later))-

Claire returned to her window after dinner, hoping there was a simple No and Good Night! response. She frowned as she saw a considerably longer reply:

Yes, it was me. I'm very sorry, it was a definite accident and I seriously didn't mean to. You made fun of my wind and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. Good Night.

Claire thought for a moment. "I suppose I did ask for it, didn't I?" she said, looking out the window above the frosted part. She assumed he was out there somewhere after all. "But you only get away with it this once!" She grinned and dared to wink out the window.

Jack smiled in relief, cheeks coloring again as he saw her wink. This adventure is just getting better and better, he thought as he flew away into the night.

-((the next day))-

Claire opened her curtains the next morning and burst into laughter:

Good Morning! Snowflakes again?

"Jack that's terrible," she said in mock disapproval. From his place near the window, he couldn't see the gleam in her eyes; for a second he genuinely thought she was mad until he saw her reach out and write on the window. As soon as she shut the curtain, he flew over, reading:

Today's Candy Canes.

Pink dusted his cheeks as he flew over to the trees.

-((and the next day))-

Today was Saturday. I love Saturday, Jack thought as he hovered around Claire's apartment, waiting for her to wake up. Saturday was when all the children around the world came outside to play; how could he not love it?

It seemed that Claire, however, loved to sleep in on Saturday. It was already noon and she hadn't opened the curtain yet. He was just about to give up when he saw her open it, stretching. He ducked out of sight just in time before she shut the curtain again to disappear inside.

Hmm…he wondered. It's Saturday; what does she do on the weekend besides sleep? He checked her window for any clues, but she just replied with a 'morning.' He looked to her other window; it was also covered by the curtain.

He sighed and decided to come back during dinner time. As he turned to fly away, he noticed another window on the side of the apartment building that lined up with her apartment.

Immediately curious, he flew over to investigate. How did I never notice this window before! It doesn't have a curtain, he thought happily, flying closer to peek in a corner. He looked inside, and there was Claire, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal-

"Woah!" he said, ducking back under the window, cheeks as red as they could possibly turn. He dared a glance back at the window, but she had disappeared into the shower.

This is the bathroom, he realized all too late. I shouldn't be here. However, he couldn't get himself to move. He hovered there for a moment of indecision. "No," he said firmly without looking back at the window, this is most decidedly wrong.

He moved away from the window, proud of himself for bring a gentleman…sort of. However, he had lingered too long…

-((uh oh))-

Claire stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her form. As she reached for a towel to dry her hair, she noticed the window was fogged. That's weird, she thought, looking closer. I had the fan on so the room wouldn't fog…wait a second. She reached up to touch the window and noticed that there was frost on the other side. Frost?

Jack?

"Jack?"

Jack stopped mid-air, hearing her voice in his head. You spied on me in the shower? And the other day you-oh, god…Jack remained suspended in the air, powerless to defend himself as she continued, You-I can't believe you did this! Here I thought we were some sort of weird kind of friends at least, and you—he heard a noise of frustration. I haven't even heard your voice yet.

I trusted you…

Jack closed his eyes; he wanted to fly into her bedroom right then and explain himself, that he didn't really do anything, it wasn't what it seemed. Words on a window weren't going to fix this one.

-((To Be Continued!))-

Yeah Jack is kinda an accidental pervert in this one. Woops ;) What do you think? Like it? Bored? Please let me know!

Also, I'm not sure how familiar everyone is with what I mean by observation. If you want to get a teaching license in America, in college you have to make time to go to a school to watch classes as well as take college classes. Just so that makes sense :)

~freaky-hanyou