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Cold Kisses and Hot Nights	By : PagesofPassion1812 Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Jacks POV)

As you and your brother make your way into the kitchen, arguing as usual, Jack stands in the hall in a melancholy disposition. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. He closes his eyes and shakes his head in an attempt to rid himself of this somber feeling. Eyes still closed, he raises his head up and draws some deep and soothing breaths. "Woah!!" As he reopens his eyes, he is met by a large crystal chandelier. For the first time that day he stops to look at your home. As he stands in the large marble hallway he gazes at the intricate details on the staircase snaking its way around the room, the chandelier creating fairies of light through the crystals. Pausing there, bewitched by the sheer extravagance of the hallway, he feels something warm drape round his shoulders from behind. "Aren't you coming in?" You ask him warmly, kissing his cheek. A smile falls on his face and he turns round, placing his hands around your waist and kissing your forehead. "Yes. Of course I am."

"Good!" you say cheerfully before taking one of his hands and pulling him towards the Kitchen. "Um, (Name)?" He starts, after getting over your sudden actions. "Yes?" You ask looking back at him, sun shining over your face. "Exactly how rich is your family?" This makes you laugh even louder. You stop and turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek, "Just a little" you say before giving him a small peck on the lips and lead him to the kitchen.

(Your POV)

"Oh, so you're a friend of Jamie's?" You're mum asks Jack, interrogating him as expected, as she gives him another serving of Lasagne. "Yes," he's doing so well; answering her brigade of questions with politeness and smiles. "I've known him since he was young, we've been best friends since."

"Well isn't that nice? Would you like some garlic bread?" Your mum hands out the plate of bread to him, which you promptly take. "Mum, he already has two pieces on his plate..."

"Who's 'He'?"

"Sorry, Jack already has two pieces on his plate," you correct yourself with a roll of your eyes, "so leave the poor boy alone." You send Jack an apologetic look mouthing 'I'm sorry', to which he just smiles and mouths back 'don't worry about it.' "So you met each other at the wedding?" Your mum asks, placing some more salad onto her plate. "Yeah, Jack helped out with the reception quite a lot." You playfully nudge Jack in the side, which he retaliates with a tickle, making you laugh. "Oh I see, so that's when you decided to bring him home is it?"

"MUM!?" You can't believe she just said that, though Alex can because he's laughing his head off at the other side of the table. "Well I'm sorry darling, but you barely know this man, no offence son,"

"None taken." Jack says, trying to stifle his own laugh, but rather failing at it. "But you decided to bring him home with you. Tad indelicate don't you think?" You feel the sweat pouring down your head, unable to close your mouth from the shock of the situation. Which Alex decides to add to. "That's nothing mum," you look at him with eyes saying 'don't you even dare', "She slept with him the first night she met him."

"NO I BLOODY DID NOT!!!" You erupt out of your seat and point a slice of garlic bread at your twat of a brother. Though quickly sitting back down when you feel your mums eyes on you. "Mum, it's not like that, honestly." You wave your hands frantically in front of your face before admitting defeat and dropping your face in to your hands with an "Oh God."

"It really was nothing like that Mrs (Surname)," Jack begins your saving grace, rather calmly "Jamie had booked (Name) a suite as a thank you for planning the wedding, and she asked if I would like to sleep on the sofa seeing as I hadn't anywhere to stay that night." You give his hand a 'thank you' squeeze under the table. "Very well then. Alexander," your mum slaps the back of Alex's head as she gathers up the plates, "don't make stuff up to embarrass your sister." You stand and gather the rest of the dishes, "I'll help mum." Alex giving you evils the whole time. As your mum leaves you turn back and stick your tongue out at your brother, then make your way into the kitchen.

"Mum, honestly, I know you like to know about people, but asking him some of those questions was a little too much." You say, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. "I'm sorry, but it's been years since you've brought someone home." Your mum's plating up the cheesecake for dessert, "Especially after only three days of knowing him."

"I know, but there's just something about him." You confess to her. "Like what?" she asks, and your inner-goddess decides to answer, 'Besides the fact that he's sweet, sexy and, oh I don't know, JACK FROST?' You shake your head at yourself with a smile pulling at your mouth, "You know? I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Well he must be special if you allowed him to sleep with you." She says in that I'm-not-judging-but-I'm-still-going-to-make-you-feel-guilty tone that all mothers know and use, in force. "Mum, nothing happened ok?" Now that you're out of your brother's ear-shot, you and your mum can go back to your normal relationship; being best friends not just relations. "I know, I trust you darling. Besides, you know I wouldn't care if you had sex with someone, I just don't want you to get hurt." She takes a couple of plates in her hands and you take the remaining cheesecake slices. "I know, but we didn't. I like him, sure enough but I'm not in love with him, so I wouldn't anyway."

"You have kissed him though?" Your mum pauses just before the kitchen door, turning to ask you. "Well yeah, of course," you answer casually, "I mean, look at him," You nudge the kitchen door open with your shoulder. You look at him, laughing and joking away with Alex as they swap jokes and stories; his eyes glinting and laugh, full of child-like innocents, bubbling throughout the room. "Wouldn't you want to kiss that?" Your mother looks at you with a gentle smile and kisses you on the cheek, "he's ok I guess." You look at her and you both exchange a smile before entering the room and serving dessert.

"That was lovely Mrs (Surname), did you bake it yourself?" Jack asks, scooping the last of the Cheesecake into his mouth. "Yes I did, thank you Jack, and please, call me (Mum's Name)." She smiles back. As she stands to gather the plates Jack rises from his chair, "Allow me." and he gathers all of the plates and heads to the kitchen. "I'll go too, show him how to load the dishwasher." You say, also rising to your feet and heading towards the kitchen. Just before you leave you hear your mum say "what a sweet young man", which brings a happy curl to your lips.

"Well, you've won mum over." You say, walking over to him and leaning your back against the marble worktop. Jack unbends from a crouch, closes the dishwasher and says "Yes, it appears I have." Then he moves in front of you, both hands on the work surface behind you; caging you in his arms. "Is there no one in your family I can't bewitch?" He flirts, raising an eyebrow and allowing his eyes to skim over your lips, before leaning in to claim them.

But you put a finger to his mouth, stopping him in his tracks. "One, you didn't bewitch me, I'm just bright enough to know a good thing when I see it. Two, you made the first move by getting in bed with me, thus meaning you wanted to. And three," then you lean into his ear and whisper "You still need to get past my Dad." You giggle to yourself as you lift up his arm and free yourself from him, walking to the doorway and leaving for the dining room. Only to turn back and hide, so you can watch him. He turns and rests against the counter, looking into space before crashing his hands into his face and mumbling "of course, the Dad. That's if he can see me. OF COURSE he'll be able to see me, I'm not that lucky." You let out a giggle, giving away your position and making him look at you through his fingers. As you try to back away slowly you hear "Oh no you don't" and you bolt for the hallway, Jack chasing behind you. You scream as you feel his hand on the back of your top, the fabric just out of his reach. Laughing your head off you look behind you, just to be met by hallway before bumping into something. "Jack!" you exclaim in delight, before being encased in his arms as he falls back from the impact.

You both giggle as you lay on the floor; him laying on his back, arms wrapped across you as you straddle him, eyes meeting and faces not an inch away. You watch his laughter slowly become a warm smile and eyes skim over your face affectionately. Keeping one on your back, Jack moves a hand up to your hair and places it gently behind your head; cushioning it from the marble as he slowly turns, placing you on the floor. You smile softly as you gaze up at him and stroke his face tenderly with your thumb. The cold marble contrasts pleasantly against the heat of your skin; the feel of his hand stroking your neck and the look of longing in his eyes as they wander to your lips, rising your temperature further. His eyes slowly return to yours, seeking permission. You let out a small breath and your eyes flutter closed, granting it. His cold kiss tingles and burns sweetly on your lips. You attempt to raise your head to deepen the kiss, but he gently presses into you; deepening the kiss himself and moving his hand from your back to your own hand, interlacing your fingers. Sighing into your kiss and entangling your free hand in his hair, you give in to the pleasure of feeling his weight on top of you; getting lost in the passion and happiness he brings you.

Suddenly his lips and body are parted from yours. As you open your eyes you can hear someone yelling "What are you doing to my Daughter?" In shock, you turn on your front to see Jack being thrusted into a wall and pinned by his neck. "Dad, NO!" You scramble to your feet and wrap yourself around his arm, attempting to break his grip of Jack's neck. "Dad," You look at him with pained, horror-stricken eyes "Let Go! He's with me!!" With that you both fall to the floor as your father lets him go.

"Oh my god, Jack," Your heart in your throat you turn to him, cupping his face in your hands, "Jack, are you alright? I'm so sorry, are you ok?" You hear your Mum run to the hallway and your Dad ask, mainly yell, question after question, but your only concern was Jack. As you hold his face in your hands and look him over worriedly, he puts a finger under your chin and lifts your face. You both stay for a few minutes, eyes locked, his thumb stroking your chin as he smiles at you, "Why do all the men in your family want to kill me?" His amused whisper tickles your ear, the remark making you giggle before moving in to him and resting your forehead on his. "Well stop being caught in compromising positions with me." and with that you place a kiss on his nose and you both laugh to yourselves.

"Yeah Dad, we met him at Jamie's wedding, he's pretty cool." Alex fights Jacks' corner as he stands in front of you both, the last comment making you laugh a little. You stand up and pull him to his feet by the hand. As soon as he's up straight he pulls you into his arms, causing a small "ooh" to leave your lips and your hands to land on his chest. "God, Jack we're in front of my family." You joke as you look at him sharply. But he answers you by looking at you with far away eyes then placing his lips on yours; his kiss is sweet, slow and strong, causing your mind to go blank from thoughts other than him. Best one yet.

However, your paradise is short lived as you feel him be ripped from your arms... and into your dads. "Sorry there mate, I thought you were attacking my little girl." Your dad has Jack in a huge bear hug, blatantly unaware of his flailing and obvious lack of oxygen. You begin to laugh at the site. Your dad puts his hands on Jacks shoulders and pushes him back to look into his, now very wide, eyes. "You understand, right?" Jack can only manage a slight nod as he gets his breath back. "Right!" Your dad booms, turning round to your mum and flinging his arms in the air. "Where's my beautiful wife?" and he gives her an even bigger cuddle too. He puts his arm around your mum and turns back to you three, "We're going to have some champaign out on the terrace, why don't you lot come join and tell us all about your trip?" Your dad smiles at you all before turning away with your mum and walking through the hallway. After watching your brother bounce off after them you turn and face a still stunned Jack, the sight making you giggle. "Sorry," you begin, taking his hands in yours, "my dad's a little tactile and loud, haha."

"I think I prefer it when he tried to kill me." He says satirically, making you laugh out loud before kissing him on the cheek. "Maybe it's a bad thing that he can see you too?" You both chuckle to each other as you make your way to your family, your hand in his.
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