(Author's Note: This is short and sweet and fluffy, so pretty fitting for my day today. It sounded like anyone who had an opinion on the subject preferred that I keep adding chapters to this story, so that's what I'm going to do. Thank you loves!

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing but my own imagination.)

The first thing Jack felt when he woke up was two small, ice cold hands clasped gently around the base of his neck. He scrambled up instantly, yelling,

"Christ, Ace! What was that for?" His words were slurred together sleepily as he woke up. Through his morning haze he could just make out Katherine, giggling like a little girl.

"You were out Jack. I've been trying to wake you up for five minutes, and you just ignored me, so I got... creative."

He narrowed his eyes at her and retorted back,

"Yeah, well you didn't have to freeze me didja?" Jack frowned. He wasn't mad at her though. He could never stay mad at her. Even just woken up, sitting there sheepishly in her dressing gown, her limp, auburn curls falling in her face, she was beautiful. God, he loved her. Even after three weeks, it surprised him every morning to see her there, curled up next to him. He never would have dared to even imagine that one day, he would marry an angel, yet here she was; his wonderful, beautiful angel.

"C'mon Jack," she urged, "you're going to be late for work." She started to get up, but he caught her hand-her still very cold hand-and tugged her back toward him.

"Just a minute Ace," he hummed sleepily, and pulled her on top of him so that they were face to face, just inches away from each other.

"Jack Kelly..." She warned, but he ignored her.

"Hey, don't I deserve some kinda apology for being so rudely awoken?" He teased, a smile tugging at his mouth. Katherine looked at him skeptically, but he knew she'd give in. She never could say no to him.

"You are the most impossible boy, ever," she said sternly, and kissed him hard, holding his arms down at his wrists so he couldn't move. Jack had always been the kind of person who liked to be in control, but when it came to Katherine and her very strong willed spirit, well, he didn't mind letting her take control sometimes, and she was certainly in control now. Despite her small frame, Jack couldn't have moved from that position if he'd wanted to; she had him pinned. By the time she pulled away, they were both gasping for air, and more than a little flustered. She made a movement as if she was going to start kissing him again, but instead she hissed playfully,

"Now, get up Kelly. It's time for work." She jumped off the bed and flung the covers to the side in one fluid motion, leaving Jack in the cold.

"Augh!" He yelped as the air hit his skin. Katherine gave him a dignified look and started pulling clothing out of their closet, throwing a shirt and pants at him unceremoniously. "You are such a tease Katherine Kelly, you know that?" He quipped bitterly.

"So what if I am?" She smirked at him unapologetically. "You're the one who made the mistake of marrying me." Katherine shrugged him off and continued about getting ready for work, humming quietly to herself. That was something Jack never noticed that she did until after they were married; she would hum or sing very quietly while she was just going about her day. It was endearing, and always sounded light and pretty, but Jack knew if he ever mentioned that he'd heard it, the singing would stop. Katherine was funny like that. He wouldn't have thought such a smart, beautiful, talented young writer would get so self-conscious. So he contented himself to just listen to her sing as he dragged himself to get ready that morning.

Self-conscious, a tease, smug, cold hands, he'd take Katherine any way he could get her. She really was an angel, his angel. He was married to an honest to goodness angel. An honest to goodness angel with little, cold hands.

(I hope you guys liked this one, I've been saving it for a while and was really excited to post it. Reviews are helpful, and just really nice.

Much love,
PrettyLittleMonster Xxx)