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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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However, just at that moment, you notice the presents in his hands were about to topple over, so you rush to catch them and place them on the floor. Your sudden movement means that you have now moved to the other side of the elevator, causing the moment between you to pass. You look at each other again, disappointment engulfing your heart. "Well that was close." You say, trying to clear the tension in the air. At this he gives you a strange look. "The presents, they would have broken." You say to him. "Oh right. Yeah." He says with a look of realisation and, strangely, relief. The look he gives stirs a thought in you 'Did he actually WANT to kiss me?' The thought confuses you, remembering his behaviour to you back in the car park, which in turn confuses you further after the way he was with you at the wedding. It's at that moment you remember about the incident with Alex outside the hall. "Um, Jack?" You say timidly. "Yeah? What floor are you on again?" He asks, turning to face the plethora of buttons behind him. "What?... Oh, um..." You fumble around your pockets before producing your key card. "1285, so the 12th floor please." At that he presses a button and turns back round, the lift starts to move. You bite the bullet and, still looking down at your key card, say "I'm Sorry." Jack quickly looks up at you and you look at him "I'm sorry for what Alex did to you back at the party. He was drunk and thought..."

(Jack's POV)

"And thought I was doing something to you, I know." He finishes your sentence. "I understand that completely, and don't blame him at all for what he did." He says to you in all sincerity. "And I'm sorry for leaving you on your own to fill the cage with the presents." You list off the only other thing he could be angry about. "I told you (Name), I'm perfectly fine on my own. I was more concerned about you being on your own." Which was the truth. "Then why were you angry with me earlier?" You question, frustration now forming in your words. "I'm not angry at you. What are you talking about?" He replies with shock in his face. "Back in the car-park, you were talking to me badly and were being really harsh and, quite frankly, a little nasty." He looks down, thinking to back in the car-park. Then he remembers, 'Yeah, maybe I was a little harsh, but she didn't seem bothered by it then. Actually she only seemed to care about the presents. What a thing to cry...wait...' Another thought enters his head. 'Oh my god, that was because of me!? Was I that mean to her?' He walks over to you and puts a hand to your cheek. He begins to gently stroke you with his thumb, feeling the softness of your skin under his touch. "Sorry," he whispers. You look up at him and he can see the tiredness and hurt in your eyes. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier. I didn't mean to upset you." He says, looking at you with genuine eyes. He moves, now pressing you against the wall of the lift, both hands clasping your cheeks and eyes searching your face. 'I can't say no to the way I feel towards her. She is too pure for me to deny it.' With that thought occupying his mind, and with those big, beautiful eyes looking up at him, he decides to let himself go in for that kiss again.

(Your POV)

You look up at him, the feeling of want and thought of 'oh yes god please' drifting back into your body and mind. You know what he's feeling because you're feeling it too; and it is that feeling that causes your eyes to close and your face to raise to meet his. Unfortunately, the lift stopped and the doors opened to reveal a very young luggage boy.

The realisation of someone watching made you jump, causing your position to change and Jack to miss your lips. You were ready for yet another twang of disappointment to pierce your heart, however you feel a cold yet warm sensation on your head. "Oh, I am so sorry... I shall... Uh...I'll... Hnn..." And with that the poor boy leaves in a hurry. You both stand there a moment, Jack hasn't moved a muscle; he stands, pinning you against the wall with his body, hands wrapped round the tops of your arms, eyes still closed and lips burning into your forehead. Making his mark on you as he places the kiss that was meant for your lips on your brow.

Jack pulls away slowly, leaving you in your own world. Still and silent, you raise a hand to your forehead; your fingertips dance across the tingling-cold patch on your skin and a smile spreads across your face. "Now, that's an expression I could get used to." Your face turns red as you realise that Jack has been watching you. You start to scrabble around the floor picking up the presents and trying to avoid his gaze. "Umm, can you help me please? Just I can't pick these up on my own." You say to him as you pick up the ones you had earlier and briskly walking past him and to the left. You are walking to your room when, suddenly, an assortment of wedding gifts float past you on a gust of wind, closely followed by Jack himself. You stand there and watch Jack as we floats past you, lounging on his back, legs crossed and waving at you. You chuckle to yourself at his obvious display of peacocking and continue your way down the hall again; as you take your first step Jack makes a shipping motion with his had and you are then lifted into the air. You feel your body being lifted into the air and the presents being removed from your hands by the wind and, once the surprise and wonder subsides, you cross your arms and just let him have his fun.

As you approach your room, you watch as the presents are piled neatly on the side of the wall and Jack land effortlessly beside them. "You're so cocky." You jest, looking at him as he sets you also come to a halt in front of him. "Yeah," he shrugs "but you love it." A smirk appears on your face as he says this, but you desperately try to hide it as you open the door. You walk into your suite and turn on the lights, still trying to hide your face. "Nice room." Jack walks in casually and looks around your huge hotel room, "Rather big just for you though, don't ya think?" You walk through from the living area to the bedroom and sit of the bed to take your jewellery off. "Yeah well it was booked to accommodate both Alex and me, because Jamie doesn't know about Sophie and my brother..." Once your jewellery is on the side table, you walk to the ensuite and close the door enough for Jack still to hear you.

(Jack's POV)

Jack is walking around the living area. Listening to you and admiring the fine decor and spacious surroundings he jumps over the back of one of the couches. "Really? How come?" He isn't really listening to your answer as he is too busy getting comfortable. He can faintly hear your voice "Well, I think Alex is a bit scared of him, actually I know he is, with good reason though." Jack can hear you from the bathroom, but this comment shocks him a little, "What do you mean 'with good reason'?" He can hear the bathroom door close. "Well, Jamie has been known to have a temper from time to time." Jack jumps up on the sofa and moves so he's leaning on the back of it. "What Jamie? Our Jamie? Little Jamie?"

(Your POV)

At that moment you come in from the Bedroom, trying to remove your hair from its bun-like up-do. "Well he's not so little anymore as you may have noticed, but yes. He does have a little temper on him when he gets nervous really. But he's still a good lad, I mean... BLAST IT."

"What?" Jack asks, but he is staring at you as if in a state of shock. You are wearing a black silk negligee nighty with a matching silk robe. Both show off your curvy figure and nice sized breasts, leaving the boy mesmerised. Your arms come crashing down from your hair in a tantrum, "I can't get my hair out of this bloody contraption." You say to him, blowing some rogue hair from your face. "Do you want me to see if I can get it out?" You look at him from the strands of now shaggy-looking hair covering your face. "Yeah... That'd be great actually... Thanks." You, surprised, make your way over to him and sit in front of him on the sofa. "I would be able to do it myself, just I can't see it."

"Neither can I with the amount of hair you have, haha." Jack jokes as he puts his hands in your hair trying to find the weird ring thing in your hair. "Yeah, haha. Thank you tho...ohhh" While searching for the ring, his fingers begin to lightly massage your head, sending small shivers and electrical bolts up and down your neck. "It's no problem, don't want you being uncomfortable in the night eh? Are my fingers too cold? Ah, found it." No, the coldness of his fingers adds to the tingling pleasure that you are now feeling, "No, not at all. Why?" You stifle a moan as his cool fingers now delicately try to remove the ring from your hair. "Just you shiver whenever I move my hand." At that your eyes widen and you stiffen a bit, "Yeah... Well... I guess they are kinda cold." You attempt to fide your actual motives. 'Well, that was great, hid that one really well." your inner-goddess taunts you and makes an OK sign. At that moment, an avalanche of hair cascades down your face. "Got it." Jack says triumphant and waves the hair-ring in front of you as proof. "I think I realised." You joke as you move to show Jack his handy work. "Oh, haha. Sorry about that. He moves your hair away from your face to your left shoulder, revealing you smiling at him. "Much better." He whispers to you as your face comes into view. "Not really, I look a mess right now. A bit too much partying thinks I." You says cooly as your inner-goddess repeats, 'Get of the sofa, get off the sofa, get off the sofa...' So with that you got off the sofa and walked to the door and opened it to the presents. As you go to pick up a present you hear Jack rom behind you, "Don't worry, I'll get them." and he clicks his fingers together. Once again the presents are levitated into the air and whooshed through the door to be piled in front of the two armchairs in the corner of the living area. You look at the presents, then back at Jack then to the door, then you giggle and close the door with one swift (sarcastic) push. "I must say Mr Frost, you are rather handy." You say as you walk back to and place your hands on the back of the sofa where he sits. He turns round to look at you and places an arm along the back of the couch, "Well thank you Miss (Surname), that's mighty nice of ya." He sends you a wink. You chuckle to yourself as you walk off back to the bedroom, " Mighty nice? You sound like a cowboy."

"And why is that a bad thing?" He asks as he throws himself back over the sofa and brings his staff to meet him. "It's not a bad thing, I never said it was a bad thing. It just made me laugh is all." You say as you turn on your bedside light and turn off the bathroom one. "Exactly. You laughed at it, so I am asking why you laughed at it?" You turn down your bed and say "I thought it was sweet."

"What?" He walks a bit closer to you, "I thought it was sweet you saying 'Mighty Nice' and calling me 'Miss (Surname)'. I thought it was sweet and kinda cute. That's why I laughed you weirdo, not because I thought it was bad." You sit on the bed and look at the changing expressions on his face. "Well 'sweet' and 'cute' are bad." He lowers his head a little and pulls a rather disgusted face. "Oh no it's not, don't be such a drama queen" You giggle as you cross your arms. "Yeah but you're a girl, you like words like that."

"Well we like those words for a reason you dork. We use them to mean good things, we like sweet and we like cute. So stop being a muppet and accepted, you BOY." You tell him then stick your tongue out at him. "You're a very bad girl." He says in defiance to himself. "No, I'm a very right girl, and you bloody know it." That makes him laugh, "Oh so it's 'when I met Miss right, I didn't know her first name was always' eh?"

"Honey, one day you're gonna realise that's EVERY girl." You both laugh at that and he sits on the bed with you. "That was quite good, I liked that." He lays back on the bed, "So, what are we doing now?" You raise an eyebrow at him, "Well I don't know about you, but I'm off to sleep because, if you hadn't noticed, its incredibly late... Or early depending on how you look at it, haha." He nods and does a back flip off of the bed. "You're such a show off." He smiles at that comment and walks to your bedroom archway, "OK, I'm sorry but there isn't another bed in here, so the most I can offer is the sofa." He looks at you quickly "What I'm staying to sleep?" He looks shocked. "If you want to. But if you want to leave..."

"No, no I'd love to stay thanks, just never been asked to sleep over before. But yeah sure the couch is great, thanks." With that he walks round to your side of the bed and gives you a hug and a good night kiss on the cheek. "Of course, you're always welcome to sleep over, haha. Ok well, there should be some extra pillow and blankets in that wardrobe over there." You point and he walks over to the closet. "Oh yeah, found some."

"Cool, well I bid you good night then good sir." You say as you nod at him and tuck yourself into bed. "Goodnight m'lady, sweet dreams." He bows dramatically to you which makes you giggle before you turn out your bedside light. Once he turns out the light in the Living room, you fall into a calm sleep, with a smile on your face.
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