Jarida Drabbles

Awkward Situations

Hey guyz. I normally don't leave author notes, in fact I hate them but this drabble was originally a Aster x Merida drabble but I changed it to a Jack x Merida one, so if there are any mistakes please kindly point it out so I can fix it thank you and please:
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"Merida. Merida."

"Stop whining," Merida shushes, as Jack Frost sighs and drapes his arm along the couch behind her. "I'm trying to watch the movie."

"We've watched it before," Jack complains, as the screen flashes from Captain America to the Black Widow and to Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. He'll never understand why Merida loves re-watching her favourite movies so much - though he'll definitely admit that the huge room in her house dedicated to a giant screen and a fantastic sound system is pretty great. And the fact that Merida's pressed up close to him as the movie plays, her legs curled up next to her while Jack's jean-clad legs stick out over the couch, his feet firmly on the ground. "And I don't whine."

"Yes, you do," Merida says, not taking her eyes off the screen. "You always whine." And then there's a triumphant smile on her face as she adds: "And especially when you're with me."

"I have every reason to, slingshot," Jack says. "Do you know how many other things we could be doing right now if we weren't re-watching the Avengers for, like, the third time?"

"Enlighten me," Merida says.

Jack smirks.

He lowers his head, turning his face so that he's leaning in close to her. "You really want to know?" he asks, in a low voice, his breath hot on the side of her face, her neck, and she shivers almost imperceptibly. "We could be having a good, hard make-out session right now."

"Oh?" Merida says, as if she's unimpressed, but Jack lowers his arm so that it's wrapped around her waist. "And miss the movie?"

"Merida, babe, you know it's better than the movie," Jack breathes, and Merida almost sighs (damn Jack Frost and his ability to unravel her completely).

"Frost- " She turns to roll her eyes at him, to take her eyes off the screen for one second - but Jack grabs his chance and presses his lips to hers, quick and hard and fast, pulling her closer, wrapping his arm tighter around her.

Merida can't help it. Her arms wind around so they're around his neck, and she kisses him back. (After all, it's just a movie - she can always press rewind.) This is much more important, the feel of his lips against hers, the way he lets out a moan as he shifts his body slightly so that he's facing her directly, her lowering her hands so that they're pressing against his broad, muscular chest.

She pulls him tighter, closer, gripping him by his shirt, and then they're both sinking into the kiss, and Jack's hands are getting lower and lower, his hands, warm and large and comfortable, creeping up inside her shirt -

A gruff voice clears his throat behind them.

Jack and Merida spring apart as if scalded.

"H-hi, Mr Dunbroch," Jack stammers, his face turning slightly red as he turns his eyes onto the screen. He risks a quick glance up, and then hurriedly turns his face back. God, Fergus Dunbroch scares him shitless.

"Hi, Dad," Merida says, and Jack wonders how she can sound so natural, as if she hasn't been caught kissing her boyfriend passionately on the couch in her house. But then again, Jack remembers, Merida and her father have a very good relationship.