So sorry for the (pretty much) hiatus, but I've been balls deep in homework and play rehearsals and plays themselves, and I have TWO projects due... Yeah, I'm a bit overwhelmed.

*hides in a corner* Writing lemons are weiiiiird. And since I haven't written in, lie, a month this is the best you're getting.

Oh yeah, Happy Valentines Day! (even though I posted this a month later... -_- I tried, okay?)

Fears

Seamus sat cross-legged in his leather chair, sipping his whiskey and playing Sudoku. His home was no more than an abandoned ski lodge that he renovated, but it suited him well enough. The heat was on to ward off the unwanted bite of the winter air.

Speaking of winter...

Seamus looked up as Jack flew in with a scowl. Seamus set down his things and stood, baffled. "Jack, what-"

"Don't ask," Jack muttered, closing the door and walking over. The hellion's hair was spiked, and vibrant pink. Seamus held back a laugh. Well, he tried to anyway.

"I say it suits you," Seamus said. Jack rolled his eyes. Seamus walked over and ruffled his hair. "You said not to ask, but I have to. What happened to your hair?"

"I pranked Cottontail by hitting him with an egg bomb, but he got me back," Jack said.

"And what shade is our beloved Pooka now?" Seamus asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Jack smirked.

"Orange," Jack said with a victorious tone. Seamus chuckled.

"And how are you going to get this out?" Seamus asked, gesturing. Jack rubbed his neck.

"Could I use your shower or something?" Jack asked sheepishly. Seamus smiled slightly.

"Go ahead," He said, gesturing towards the stairs. Jack muttered a 'thanks' before heading past.

"Hey Shea?!" Jack called. Seamus set down his things and headed up towards the bathroom.

"Yes?"

"Could I, uh, borrow something to wear? I got eggbomb dye on my clothes," Jack said. Seamus walked to his own room and grabbed what he thought would fit the lithe hellion, and opened the door slightly to hold it out. The boy had a towel around his waist as he grabbed the clothes.

"Jack, you realize the dye is still there, right?"

"How bad?"

"It hardly looks like you tried," Seamus stated. Jack groaned with annoyance.

"Ah c'mon! I don't feel like looking like a K-pop member!" Jack exclaimed. Seamus chuckled.

"I could help," Seamus offered. "I have died my hair before."

"Wait, seriously?" Jack asked. Seamus nodded. "What color?"

"Rainbow," Seamus admitted. Jack laughed and Seamus stepped into the room with an eyeroll. "Laugh all you like, but my cousin thought it was 'awesome'. As did Cupid."

"Okay, Cupid is more flamboyant than a feather boa. And isn't your cousin the leprechaun?"

"Point still stands," Seamus argued. He set the clothes on the sink counter and shooed Jack towards the tub. Jack shook his head in protest.

"Nuh-uh, no way am I letting you-"

"Letting me what? I'm just getting the dye out of your hair," Seamus said, holding his hands up in defense. Jack's face was a fierce red shade by then.

"I don't care, j-just no!" Jack said. Seamus smirked.

"You can keep the towel on and everything," Seamus suggested.

"No."

"You were the one who said you didn't want to be pink," Seamus pointed out. Jack grumbled.

"Fine," He finally agreed. He sat in the tub with a pout and crossed his arms. Seamus chuckled and turned on the water. He looked to Jack and his eyes widened. The winter spirit was tense, eyeing the water warily as it poured into the tub and gripping the side.

"Jack... Are you afraid of water?" Seamus asked softly. Jack laughed nervously.

"What?" He rolled his eyes, though he flinched as the water hit his ankles. "Why would I be afraid of water? I-I mean, it's just water."

"It's nothing you should be embarrassed about," Seamus said, his suspicion confirmed as the boy curled away from the water. Seamus knelt next to the tub, leaning his elbows on the side.

"I'm not afraid," Jack argued. Seamus reached out and turned Jack's head towards him. Jack averted his eyes. "O-okay, so maybe I am..."

"Why?" Seamus inquired. Jack gulped.

"When I, uh, saved my sister from falling through the ice... I... I drowned," He admitted. Seamus' eyes widened, taken aback. True, he knew that Jack had died saving his sister, but he never asked for the details upon noticing how uncomfortable Jack was with sharing his past. Seamus reached over to the faucet and turned it off. "What?"

"If you were so uncomfortable, you should've said so," Seamus said. Jack shook his head.

"It's fine, just... get the dye out," Jack said. Seamus frowned.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Jack nodded. Seamus nodded and turned on the faucet again. Jack shied away from the water but put on a brave face. "Why are you so embarrassed about your fear? It's entirely practical."

"Well... I dunno, it's just water," Jack said. He glanced at Seamus' earnest expression. "I mean, if you were so scared of something so... wimpy... wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

"I'm afraid of abandonment," Seamus confessed. Jack stared, not even noticing the water that brushed his knees.

"Why would you be afraid of that?" Jack asked.

"I was orphaned as a kid. No one really wanted me. I caused damage wherever I went," Seamus explained. Jack grabbed his hand.

"I'd never abandon you," Jack said firmly. Seamus smiled meekly and kissed the younger spirit softly.

"And I won't let you drown," Seamus said. That brought Jack's attention back to the water that now filled the tub. His grip on Seamus's hand tightened. "Trust me."

"It's not you I'm worried about," Jack said, his voice taut. Seamus smirked as an idea came to mind.

"Do you want me to join you?" Seamus offered. Jack's face heated up with a blush.

"What the hell, Shea, no!" He protested. Seamus shrugged.

"It was just a suggestion," He said. He pulled his hand away to reach for shampoo, but Jack grabbed his hand back. "Jack?"

"I, uh, changed my mind..." Jack muttered. Seamus chuckled. He pulled off his shirt and pants and climbed in. He sat behind Jack and hugged him.

"Better?" Seamus asked. Jack shifted into his lap and then nodded.

"Yeah," He said. He was still visibly shaken, but he seemed calmer with Seamus. Seamus pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck and grabbed the shampoo. He squeezed some into his hands and rubbed it into Jack's hair. The winter spirit was too preoccupied by glaring at the water to pay attention. Seamus found it amusing to spike Jack's hair like an anime character's, before slicking it back. Jack noticed and snickered. "What are you doing?"

"Distracting you, and it's working apparently," Seamus said. Jack huffed.

"Well you just blew your cover," Jack retorted, relaxing against Seamus.

"So long as it works," He said. He massaged the soap into the hellion's dyed hair, watching the dye transfer into the soap, and the boy sighed contently. "Know what I just realized?"

"What?"

"You're very cat like," Seamus said. Jack snorted.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Well, you hate water. And you just purred," Seamus said. Jack blushed.

"Did not," Jack argued. Seamus grinned and kissed his neck again.

"You're my snowflake kitten," Seamus said. Jack flushed even more.

"Shea, stop it. That's so weird," Jack said. Seamus hummed against his shoulder.

"Make me," He said. Jack rolled his eyes. Seamus stretched out his leg and kicked the notch that would drain the water. He then stood and turned on the shower head.

"Uh, Shea?" Jack asked, confused. Seamus pulled him up.

"Well, did you really want to dunk your head under the water?" He asked. Jack shook his head slowly. "Then this is an alternative. Isn't showering easier?"

"Well I guess, it's more like rain than a lake," Jack mused. Seamus shifted around Jack so that the boy was under the fall of water. Seamus leaned against the shower wall and watched the winter hellion rinse the soap from his hair. He found himself distracted by the water cascading down his chest. The towel he had insisted on wearing for modesty wasn't doing its job very well anymore. Seamus gulped.

"Hey, Jack?" Seamus said, taking a step closer. Jack finished running the soap out of his hair and looked up at him curiously.

"Yeah?" He asked. Seamus stepped closer and placed his hands on Jack's shoulders. The hellion paused.

"Uh, Shea?" Jack asked. Seamus ignored his questioning and rubbed his shoulders. Jack sighed happily and relaxed, resuming in running water through his hair. Seamus took it as a good sign and massaged his shoulders, moving down his back. The winter spirit purred happily. Seamus moved around Jack, moving his hands back to his shoulders. Jack looked up at him curiously. Seamus leaned down and kissed him, pushing him against the shower wall. Though surprised, Jack instantly kissed back, throwing an arm over Seamus's shoulder.

Seamus ran his tongue along Jack's lip, and he opened his mouth, allowing Seamus to explore his mouth. He moaned slightly as Seamus ran his hands down his sides. Seamus pulled back and trailed kisses to Jack's neck.

"Shea, q-quit it," Jack said, holding his shoulders. Seamus smirked and pulled back from his neck. Jack whined, disappointed.

"I thought you wanted me to quit?" Seamus teased. Jack huffed. "Tell me what you want, Jackson."

"Oh shut up," Jack grumbled. Seamus grinned.

"I bet I could make you."

"Make me what?"

"Beg," Seamus said. Jack blushed, but otherwise went deadpan. "It seems like a fun challenge to me."

"Come on, the water's getting cold," Jack pointed out.

"Because of you," Seamus reminded him.

"Shea, water. The water, is getting cold," Jack said, his fingers tightening on Seamus's shoulders. Seamus frowned, but then lit up with an idea. Before Jack could react, his towel was gone and Seamus was on his knees in front of him, holding his hips. "What are you doing- oh!"

And that was probably the last full sentence that the winter hellion said.

"I-I guess water isn't so bad," Jack said, catching his breath. He noticed Seamus's pensive expression and bit his lip. "Uh, Shea? Are you okay?"

"Brainfreeze."

I TRIED OKAY *runs away* DOOOOON'T KIIIILLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE