A Shadow's Kiss ~ A Pitch Black/Rise of the Guardians Fanfiction

Chapter 17 ~ Chilly Confession

So the following weeks came and went without incident. At school, Jason avoided me at all costs, as did his miserable friends. I wondered if Pitch's nightmares had done the trick, since they had only started after the event at prom. Pitch had visited Jason regularly, slowly increasing the number of sharks attacking him in his nightmares until he had a full shark swarm tearing his dream body apart every evening.

As for Pitch and I, our relationship was going well so far. Not much had shifted between us, other than the fact that we were more expressive with our emotions than before. Neither one of us had any reason to hold back what we were feeling, and it felt like a great weight was lifted from my shoulders to be able to confide in Pitch wholly. Often times we would explore the town together, or he would accompany me while I walked Artemis around the block. Other times we would ride through the forest on Onyx's back or dance around together in his ballroom. We were never bored together, always learning something new about the other person. I continued to fall deeper in love with the Nightmare King, to the point that I knew if he were to ask me to give him the world, I would do whatever it would take to make it happen.

One particularly rainy day, Pitch and I were laying in my bed, both of us on top of the duvet, listening to classical music on the radio as we watched the thin sheets of water plummeting toward the ground outside. Sparkling droplets shimmered on the outside of the window, casting a dotted pattern on the carpet of my bedroom. The gray clouds swirled lazily around the sky above, content in their duties as water continued to pour from them and soak the earth. The tree branches swayed in the wind, casting large shadows inside the room every few moments.

I curled into Pitch's side, my head resting against his chest. His fingers ran through my hair lovingly, both of us silent. It was a perfect moment. The type of day meant for staying in and spending time with your significant other. And there was only one other thing that would make it better. I slowly tilted my head up, the crown of my head just under my lover's jaw. Smiling, I leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to the cool skin. I felt his breath hitch, and watched him look down at me with interest.

Knowing I had his full attention, I purposefully licked my lips, wordlessly inviting him to kiss me. Getting the hint, faster than most human men did, he reached down and cupped my cheek in his palm, stroking his thumb over the soft flesh. I leaned into his touch, eyes still glued to his. He swallowed and shifted closer, pressing his lips to mine cautiously. He was still so proper, always giving me time to push him away or change my mind. I smiled into the kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair to keep our mouths together in the warm embrace. I felt the arm around my waist pull me upward, so that my head was even with his, our chests touching from the close proximity. My grip tightened on him as I allowed myself to fall into a state of bliss, practically intoxicated from the feeling his kiss brought to me. I draped one leg over both of Pitch's, pulling him even closer as our lips moved together slowly.

Something changed between us at that moment. There was a sense of desperation that sprung up, engulfing the two of us in flames that made me feel as if I was melting every time his fingers grazed my skin. I tentatively opened my mouth a little, feeling Pitch do the same. I felt something warm and slick run over my lips, and I realized it was his tongue. The bold action surprised me, especially coming from the Nightmare King, but in no way was I disgusted by it. In fact, it only served to excite me more. I opened my mouth wider, allowing my lover entrance. God he was an amazing kisser. He slid his tongue between my lips teasingly, making me want him even more, which was nearly impossible.

Seductively, he weakened my already loose resolve, exploring my mouth deeply for the first time. My senses were buzzing from the new experience as I wrapped tighter around him. I felt one of his hands trailing up my spine until he was holding the back of my head, supporting the angle my head was tilted in, while the other hand moved down my body until it rested on my lower back. I moaned quietly as our tongues met for the first time, connected as though they were dancing. In the midst of it all, Pitch rolled us over until I was on my back against the mattress, and he hovered above me dominantly. His mouth pulled from mine, causing me to whine at the loss until I felt his soft lips gently brush over each eyelid, my forehead, chin, and down my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I took in the sensations.