Just A Kiss (A JackFrost x Reader Oneshot)

"Oh my gosh! I love this song!" You squeak in excitement, dancing happily across the room to your beloved. You iPod is playing on maximum volume, and you yourself are covered in paint from you head to your feet. That's what you get from making today an Art Saturday! It always ended up with color strewn across the walls and paint in your hair. But there were reasons for the special occasions... reasons involving your boyfriend. You're trying your hardest to teach him your version of fun, but he's always ends up being a stick in the mud about it. Apparently, art and music aren't entertaining enough.

So much for being the guardian of fun.

Cold hands weave themselves around your waist. "Like I don't know that already." A familiar voice teases. Cheerfully, you lean into him as you sigh.

"Of course you do." You reply, smiling, as you turn to face the boy you've known for what feels like your whole life. "You obviously know everything about me."

He grins. "Pretty much."

Right as he leans in for a kiss, you stifle a giggle and flit away, only to start belting out song lyrics. Right in time, the voice of your favorite artist fills the room.

"Lyin' here with you so close to me.

It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe.

Caught up in this moment,

Caught up in your smile~" You wink playfully at Jack, who at first merely groans in response.

"I should've saw that one coming." He mumbles as the next part starts.

"You should have." You agree, smiling hugely. "Well then? What are you waiting for, Mr. Winter Spirit? Go on now," You encourage him, gently nudging him with your elbow to his ribs. The male part rings through your ears and makes you shiver with pleasure. You love this song so much. And it shows.

He blinks in confusion. "What?"

"Sing, you idiot!" You exclaim impatiently. "You're missing your part- oh, dang it. You missed it!" To your disappointment, the solo ends. Now all your left with is the duet part. "Ugh! Jack! You were supposed to sing! " You empathize the last word.

"Oh. Sorry, Snowflake. Wait- the chorus! C'mon, let's sing!." Without a warning, he takes you hand and leads you to the center of the room. You look up at him, puzzled. He places a hand gently on your waist.

"What are you-"

He removes his hand from your waist only to bow formally, mischief glinting in his eyes. He offers you his hand. You stare at it in suspicion. What's he up to now?

"Can I have this dance?" He asks smoothly. It's his turn to wink.

"W-w-what?" You blush wildly, taking a step back. "J-Jack, you know I can't dance-"

"No problem!" He says heartily, pulling you closer. You squeal in embarrassment. He's not usually like this; you try to squirm away, inspite of his strong grip. He lifts your chin with his finger, and looks into your (e/c) eyes in a flirty sort of way. Then he leans in and whispers huskily into your ear, "Because, you know, I can..."

"Jack-"

"Come on, Snowflake! Music's a-wasting~" He laughs. He grips your waist and- wait, what?- and lifts you into the air. Impossible! He doesn't have this staff with him!

You raise your eyebrows at him. "How...? You don't have your staff..."

He smirks. "Let's just say I have something else to keep me on balance. But for now- let's sing! Before the song's over!" He urges. And then the unthinkable happens- he lets go. The only part of you attached to him is your hand entwined with his, his hand on your hip. You look at him in amazement.