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Desire	By : Armitage Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Nightmare Before Christmas, The Views: 4390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas, nor any of the characters therein. I make no money from writing this story.

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Author's Note: There is pervasive argument in Nightmare Before Christmas fandom about Jack's anatomy. For the purposes of my fanfics, this is what I go with: Firstly: In the film, Jack clearly has not only eyelids, but a (forked) tongue, and reacts with pain when Sally accidentally sticks his finger with a needle. He also appears to eat and drink. Further, the film's epilogue on the soundtrack and subsequent music cds states that some years after the film, Jack apparently had "4 or 5 skeleton children". Given all of that, I would guess he's got something functional in his pants. Secondly: It's a fantasy movie, people. If you're a fan, you've presumably already accepted the existence of holiday worlds and tree portals, and that a "skeleton" can sing, dance, eat snow, and stick out his tongue. If you're cool with all of that, suddenly demanding a biologically realistic explanation for sex seems pretty silly, imo.

Desire

“Mmm, my darling... Your lips are so sweet. They bring out a demon in me. You make me want to carry you upstairs, tear off your clothes, and ravage you.” Jack whispered.
His breathing was labored. He leaned his back against the door frame ofthe parlor, his wife Sally in his long arms. Sally licked her crimson lips, and pressed her body against his. He felt her soft curves against his bones and released a delicious moan. His rag doll bride smiled up at him through her lashes. Her pale stitched cheeks flushed deep purple.
“Jaaack...” she whispered, rising onto her toes. She buried her nose into his neck, kissing him. Jack’s bones quivered as her soft voice purred: “Make love to me...”
He grinned.
“I don’t know if we'll make it upstairs, Sally. You have me so ready. I want you right now.”
Her cheeks flushed still deeper. They kissed, their tongues moving together, as Jack’s graceful hands slid over her body. He cupped her breasts. Sally gasped as skeletal fingers caressed her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Jack lifted her effortlessly and laid her on the velvet parlor couch. He stood back for a moment, removing his bow-tie, coat, and dress shirt. Sally’s eyes remained fixed on his, as Jack slowly reached down and unfastened his suit pants. He wanted her so badly tonight. It was almost uncomfortable.
The doorbell screamed just as Jack paused to release that which made him more than the average skeleton. Sally looked as if she were about to cry. Jack’s expression was much the same. He howled in frustration, and pounded a boney fist on the coffee table. The thought crossed his mind to ignore whomever was summoning him, but he knew they were unlikely to give up. It was the curse of being the most prominent citizen in such a small town.
“Oh, angel. Please hold that thought.” Jack said to Sally. He hastily refastened his pants and threw on the dress shirt.
“Yeeees?!” said Jack barely attempting to hide his irritation. The Mayor looked surprised.
“Gracious Jack! Whatever is the matter? You look a state!” The round man took in Jack’s disheveled appearance. He'd never seen the dapper Pumpkin King so untidy. Jack scowled.
“Was there something the matter, Mayor? Something you needed me for?”
“Oh, yes, of course. I wanted to ask you about the haunting quotas for the upcoming... Um, Jack? Are you coming down with something? You look a bit feverish, my boy.”
Jack squeezed his eye sockets, trying to retain composure.
“I am fine Mayor, no worries. I was just getting ready for bed, that’s all.” Jack hoped that would speed this little meeting along. Instead the Mayor appeared more nonplussed than before.
“You? Going to bed already? Why, it’s barely eight-thirty Jack!”
Oh why, oh why, can’t people leave things alone? Jack thought. His distracted brain buzzed with thoughts of the delights waiting upstairs. He'd never before dealt with such oppositional pull between duty and pleasure.
“I’m just a bit tired tonight, Mayor. You were saying about the quotas?”
On cue, the Mayor pulled out a huge accordion style folder, overflowing with papers.

It was over an hour later when Jack dejectedly climbed the stairs back to the parlor. His rag doll queen lay on the couch, fast asleep. Jack whimpered, but couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was. He gathered her into his skeletal arms and carried her to their bed.
Jack slipped Sally’s simple cotton dress off of her body. She slept on. She'd once confided to Jack that she'd never slept well during life with her creator. The cold steel room and constant arguments with the doctor made it difficult for her to relax. Her new secure life with Jack allowed for blissfully deep, long sleep. Jack grinned at how content his lover was, as he tucked her into their bed beside him.
“We’ll continue where we left off, tomorrow.” he sighed.

One thing Jack had learned since the start of his romance with Sally, was that intense desire will fight for satisfaction. Getting a good night’s sleep did nothing to calm one’s libido. He'd gone to bed hungry, and woke up famished.
“I am SO sorry about last night, Sally. If I had known how long all those numbers were going to take, I would have insisted the Mayor put it off until morning! It pained me to leave you, and I mean that quite literally!”
Sally smiled. She spooned breakfast onto her husband’s plate.
“Well, you can make up for it this evening if you would like, Jack.” she said with a smile. He laughed.
“I shall take you up on that, baby doll. You had better be ready!”

Jack was the only man ever to have knowledge of Sally. Their first time had been in his tower, as the sun rose after that most fateful Christmas Eve. Sally confessed to contributing the blinding fog that almost grounded Jack's sleigh, and to her great relief, he was immensely moved by the lengths to which she had gone to protect him. When words began to dwindle, kisses followed in short order. Neither Sally, nor Jack, had ever known physical affection before. Once they began, it was as if a floodgate had opened. There was no stopping. Jack managed a pause at one point, when some flicker of reason alerted him to where they were headed.
“Sally, should we...stop?” he asked. Sally looked at him, her eyes wide, as they reclined on his small bachelor bed. She appeared confused at his query.
“This is going somewhere Sally.” Jack clarified. “If we continue, then I will take your... Not that I don’t want to! I want to! It’s just...”
Sally placed a soft hand against his skull.
“Jack. On the hill you said ‘forever’. Do you believe that we are...now and forever?”
He wanted to melt.
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth, Sally.”
She eased him down against her once more.
“Then...make me yours Jack.” she whispered.

...And he did.

The morning passed quickly. Jack busied himself among his Halloweentown constituency, solving problems and approving proposals.
“How are you feeling Jack? The Mayor said you were getting sick.” Mrs. Corpse asked with concern.
“Not at all. I was just a little tired last night.” Jack assured her. Small towns!
The next stop was Dr. Finklestein’s laboratory.
“Jack! Hello! I hoped I would see you today. I have some excellent elixirs to combat whatever is ailing you.”
Jack groaned inwardly, but thanked the doctor again. Things were a touch awkward between the two men, especially since Jack and Sally’s wedding. Before the wedding, Dr. Finklestein could at least exist in denial of what was most likely transpiring between his runaway creation and the Pumpkin King. Jack sensed the man’s discomfort. He doesn’t even know the things Sally and I have done together, Jack thought. Sally tended to be shy and reserved around the town, but she was deeply in love with her boneman and he with her. Lust had a way of blowing shyness away like so much dry leaves.

Sally sang in the kitchen. Rays of early afternoon sunlight streamed in the window and poured over her hands as she worked mixing bread dough. One good size round of brown bread would last the remainder of the week. There might be enough to make a pudding or herbed stuffing as well. Squash and corn soup simmered on the stove top. Zero wagged a corner of his sheet.
“I try to take good care of your master.” Sally said to the ghost dog. “Jack takes good care of me, you know.”
Zero floated to the countertop to snuffle the bread dough, and Sally chastised him.
“Nooo! Down, Zero! You can have some when it’s finished. You know we always share with you.”
Zero whined, licking her calf in apology. Sally continued kneading the dough, singing to herself in time with the work. She jumped when a second voice joined her own.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” said Jack, touching her shoulder.
“I didn’t hear you come in, Jack.” Sally laughed. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him. “Are you hungry?”
Jack grinned. He gave her a sinister laugh.
“In a matter of speaking. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all morning. I wondered if perhaps we might continue where we left off when we were so rudely interrupted last evening.”
Sally bit her lower lip. The thought was tempting, but...
“It’s so early, Jack. We’ll be even more likely to be interrupted now, don't you think?”
Jack shook his skull.
“No fear, my queen. I have that taken care of.”
Sally tilted her head with a quizzical smile, but Jack offered no explanation.
“Give me one moment then, Jack. I need to set the bread dough out to rise.”
“Mmm. Don’t take too long. Your bone man is rising too.” Jack
growled playfully. Sally gasped in mock surprise, then laughed. She set the bread dough in a shadowed corner near the warm stove, before turning to her husband. She moved into his armsand they fell into a deep kiss.

Outside, the Mayor and Behemoth approached the Skellington mansion. The Mayor was about to push open the iron gate when one of the musicians stepped into his path.
“I wouldn’t disturb the bone-daddy right now, Mr. Mayor. He said he was going home for some privacy with his lady. He don’t want to be disturbed, you dig?” The Behemoth looked mystified, but nodded slowly. The Mayor balked.
“What are you saying? He doesn’t want to talk to me?”
“Aw, now it’s nothing personal. He just wants to, well, you know, he wants to have some naughty fun with his ragdoll right now.”
Speechless faced with the musician’s candor, the Mayor finally stammered:
“It's barely lunch time! He hasn't even inspected the pumpkin carvings yet!”
The band members just laughed.

Sally and Jack didn’t make it to the bedroom. They didn’t even make it out of the kitchen.
Jack laid Sally down on the braided rug and pulled off his suit. He reached the point where they had been forced to stop previously. Then, the king removed his suit pants and shorts in one movement. He exhaled sharply in anticipation before helping Sally out of her dress, then he pounced atop her.
“Mmmmm...oooooooh, Jaaaack...This feels so good!” Sally moaned as Jack moved on her. He pulled her silk slip down over her shoulders, revealing her brassiere. His other hand lifted the slip skirt to her waist uncovering white panties.
“Argh... You wear too many clothes!” Jack groaned. They laughed breathlessly together. Sally licked his cheek, her small hands tracing down Jack’s spine to his pelvis. She caressed his member with her fingertips and Jack convulsed in pleasure. He tugged her panties off. His spidery fingers touched within her. Sally gasped and squeezed him tight.
“You certainly feel ready for me.” Jack said.
“I’m more than ready, Jack. Take me.” Sally whispered. Jack laughed. He pulled at her brassiere with his teeth until it fell open. Her nipples were a specific shade of lavender, which had become Jack’s new favorite color the very first time he saw them. He licked and sucked at Sally’s breasts as he entered his queen with a slow deep thrust. The pleasure was beyond all description. Jack growled wildly, pulsing against her again and again. Sally gaspedwith each push. They rolled over so that she sat up on him. Jack closed his eye sockets, luxuriating in the soft kisses of her long hair surrounding his skull like a perfumed curtain. Sallymet his thrusts with movements of her hips. Heaven.
“Jack, I’m almost there...” Sally said. She could feel heat building deep within her. Before she could say another word, Jack flipped her back onto her back and continued his efforts with doubled enthusiasm. Sally screamed.
“AAaaah, Jack....I’m...I’m...”
Jack was too. He screamed, then spilled within her. She collapsed against his ribs.

The moments immediately following such intense intimacy were best left silent. They were beyond words. Jack cradled Sally close, running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and sighed with immense contentment. She always felt this way after love-making, but today something was different. Something...

Jack strode back into the town square with a spring in his step. He beamed like the full moon.
“Hello there Mayor!” he called. “What do we have on the schedule this afternoon?”
The Mayor took a step back.
“Err...plenty of work to do today Jack, plenty of work! You...erm...um...you seem to be feeling...better?”
Jack nodded.
“I most certainly am feeling better! Much better!”
“Aw, that’s nice. Our bone daddy had himself some lovin’.” commented one of
the musicians.

Afterward:
Jack and Sally had helped one another dress before he returned to work, but Sally remained sitting on the floor for a short time after Jack had gone. Sex was an amazement. She stood slowly, legs trembling. Sally leaned against the table until her balance steadied, then she walked to the stove and turned down the heat on the soup. Something off to one side caught her eye. The bread dough appeared to be...moving? Sally stared, filled with uncertainty. She slowly reached toward the dough and to her alarm it spun wildly under her fingertips. Sally froze, watching. The disk split into two. She pursed her lips. A vision? What on earth did it mean? Something bad? She tugged on a lock of her hair, wishing Jack was still home. True, he would have no more luck deciphering her premonition than she did, but just having him there was comforting. Visions frightened her. They were extremely rare, usually signifying something of great importance. Why can’t they be easier to understand? Sally thought with frustration. She closed her eyes. When she reopened them, the bread had returned to its previous state as if nothing had happened.
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