Who do I Want?- A Hiccelsa/Jelsa Fanfiction.

Chapter Eighteen: Jack's Birthday

Hey! I want to let you know that this chapter is a teeny weeny bit adultish, but not too much. Bye!-

-Minnie😄❄️

I wake up, and I realize what day it is. It is Jack's birthday! Oh, I think he'll be happy with my present. I finished the staff yesterday, while Jack was asleep. I told Anna to go and hide it by a pond in the woods. Yesterday, I made a snow wonderland there at that pond. All kinds of ice sculptures, and such like that. I made a whole wall of snowballs, and forts. The biggest surprise of all though is that I made him an ice castle. It is huge. Really. I didn't think I could do it, but I did it on the first try. I am very proud of myself, because personally, I thought it was beautiful. Jack, Emma, and I will stay there for the rest of the trip. If they get castle sick, well, they can leave. But I'm staying. I feel...freer there. I don't know why.

Jack shifts his position to get comfortable, and I slowly get off of him. It's EEEAAARRLLY in the morning, so he won't wake up. He's quite a heavy sleeper. Naw, that's an understatement. I stand up on the bed, and start jumping on him as hard as I can. He moans, and I keep jumping.

"Hey, get up, mr. seventeen guy!" I snort. I keep jumping, until he trips me, and I fall on my knees. I grab my pillow, and whack him in the face with it. This is revenge. Totally. I laugh and laugh as he tries to pull the pillow from me, but I'm to fast. He impatiently grabs my waist, and pulls me on top of him. I blush just a little, but I keep hitting him. He finally gets the pillow, and whacks me in the head, and throws it off of the bed.

"There are other ways of waking a peaceful sleeper up," Jack said.

"Psh. A peaceful sleeper? You're probably the number one HEAVIEST sleeper in the world. You kept me up all night by your snoring!" I lied. I was up all night regardless of snoring. Haha, I was outside. Jack looks down.

"Sorry..."

"Hey, I may be a queen, but don't be apologizing to me on your birthday," I snort. He smiles.

"So. What do you think your present is? Just start making up random things. I wanna hear this," I grin. Jack sits up, and hugs me. Oookkkaay....

"I have already gotten a present that is worth more than a lifetime of presents. I have you. It's all I need," he mutters, and I blush. I giggle.

"Cheesy. Already, and it's only five in the morning." Jack slaps my shoulder lightly, and I laugh. He leans in and kisses me, and I just wrap my arms around his neck. I pull away a few second later.

"But seriously, happy birthday."

"Thanks. I don't see why people celebrate this stuff, I mean, I'm one more year closer to dying."

"Why'd you celebrate mine?"

"Because I love you."

"Which is the exact same reason why I'm celebrating yours." I smile, and give him another quick kiss, and stand up. I put my hair in a bun, and put on some jeans that Anna gave me a long time ago. Yea, they still fit. I'm also still wearing Jack's hoodie. I've had Anna wash it when I take my bath and stuff, so it's clean. I put my gloves on, and I watch Jack put a brown shirt on.

"Okay. Come on," I take his hand, and we walk out of my door.

"Where are we-"

"Shh. Just come on. Emma will be there in the afternoon, so you've got a half of a day with me." Jack smiles at that.

"What are we-"

"Shush!" He finally shuts up. I take him outside the castle, and I feel him shiver. He walks up to me and grabs my waist, pulling me close to him. I blush, and giggle. He smirks at me, and I lead him towards the North Mountain. I stop, and look at Jack's face. He knits his eyebrows at me, and looks in front of me. He lets go of me and gasps at the ice castle. His eyes are huge. I laugh at his reaction.

"It's-it's-it's-it's amazing!!! D-did you make this?!?" I nod. He looks at me crazily, and then back at the castle. His mouth is wide open. I laugh. He walks up the stairs and to the doors, and opens them up. His eyes look like they're going to pop out of his head. He mouths 'wow'. I smile, and watch him look around.

"I love it. Thank you," he smiles, and kisses me. I grin.

"That's part two actually." He knits his eyebrows.

"What's part one?" I giggle, and walk outside, leaving him still marveling at the castle. I grab the staff hidden inside a tree, and I walk back to him. I hold it out in front of me. He doesn't move. His smile disappears into a face that I can't read. I raise an eyebrow, and he slowly picks it up. It lit up when he touched it.

"I-is this?"

"Yep. Do you know what it's for?" I ask.

"I-I think I d-do..." He slams the bottom of the staff on the ground, and ice shoots up out of it. Frost decorates the walls, floor, and windows. I smile at his beautiful, amazed face. He taps the front of the staff on the wall, and frost swirls emerge onto it. I laugh at his laughter. He looks at me, and drops the staff. He runs up to me, and smashes him mouth against mine. He kisses me for minutes. Amazing, beautiful minutes.

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The day was absoloutley the most fun that I've had for a long time. Emma, Jack, and I ran about the castle. We played games like hide and go seek, and tag, and all of that good stuff. We even had snowball fights. Other than the time he kissed me, Jack has never let go of that staff.

It's night, and Jack has pulled Emma out of the castle to talk to her privately. After a few minutes, Jack is back in the bedroom that I made, and which I'm currently standing in, but Emma is gone.

"Where's Emma?"

"I asked her to give me one last present."

"Which was..?"

"Being alone with you for the night." I blush. He finally sets his staff down, and walks up to me. He kisses my neck, then my jawline, then my cheek, then my lips, and he does the same on the other side. I put my hands on his chest as he continues kissing me. Each minute passes, and his kisses get rougher and rougher. I take his shirt off, and he takes my/his hoodie off. I've never been bare in front of him. He starts to take my shoes off, then my pants. Honestly, I fell a little embarassed, because I'm really bony and fragile. Not to forget sickly pale. EVERYWHERE.

"Damn it you're so beautiful," he whispers, and the rest is history. My history.