Jelsa: A Tale Of Two High Schools

Chapt. 14

Jack and Elsa were walking slowly. Jack's arm was around her shoulder, holding her close to him. She leaned into him and he was enjoying the sensation of having her near. Suddenly soft white flakes were drifting around them. Elsa looked up into the bright white sky grinning at the clouds. A light laughed escaped her lips, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. She broke away from Jack spinning in the snow fall.

Jack smiled gently as he watched her, his heart rate picking up slightly.
"Having fun princess?"
"There's nothing I enjoy more than watching a snow fall. It's like the flakes are dancing." She gave another twirl, her movement making the snow just around her flutter and spin. Jack laughed and stepped closer.
"Nothing you enjoy more?" He asked with a smirk. Elsa grinned, catching his meaning.
"Nope," Her grin widened slightly and she flicked an eyebrow up in a taunting manner.
"Now you're just hurting my pride," Jack's hands found themselves at her hips.
"Am I?"
"It feels like I've been stabbed in the heart,"
"Poor baby," Elsa said, a mock empathetic tone to her voice. Jack clutched a hand over his heart.
"Oh, you just drove it deeper," His voice filled with pain. Elsa laughed and tugged gently on his scarf pulling him closer.
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" She asked in a low sultry voice,
"Oh I don't think so," His arms tightened around her waist, "It hurts really bad,"
"Mmm, then I suppose I'll just have to really try to make it up to you," She tugged on his scarf again making their lips meet.

Jack smiled into the kiss. Their lips brushed gently, Elsa only letting the touches linger for a moment before drawing back slightly, teasing him. Jack made a sound of protest in his throat earning his favourite laugh.
"You're supposed to be making me feel better," He complained opening his eyes to glare at her. Her own eye dazzled with humour.
"I thought that's what I was doing," Her voice low, the tone playful.
"Stop teasing,"
Her hands moved from the scarf to the back of his head, her fingers curling into his hair. She positioned her lips just in front of his, so close and so far.
"Make me," She taunted. The air misted with her voice, and he felt the warmth wash over him like a cascade. He shifted his hands to the small of her back. He loved the feel of the course, warm material of her jacket below his fingers. Almost as much as loved the feel of her lips soft against his. He moved one hand up to her face, tracing the line of her jaw lightly making her shiver against him.
"Who's teasing now?" She complained.

He smiled and kissed her lightly, their lips moving in unison. The warmth he felt from having her close only made the air seem colder. But not in a bad way. It was exhilarating. It sent his senses into overdrive. He could smelt the sharp crispness to air. Or maybe that was Elsa? She smelt of winter (that didn't surprise him) with the underlying aroma of spice. And she tasted off...vanilla. Damn it. He told her that he'd convert her off vanilla, but looked like she'd convert him to it.

When Elsa pulled back for the first time in his life Jack Frost found himself longing for vanilla. They stood, foreheads touching, the snow falling, their breath creating a light mist in the space between. Elsa smiled.
"Frost, I think I found something I enjoy more than watching the snow fall,"
Jack's laugh shattered the silence of the air like a shot fired through glass. Elsa's own laugh joined his.
"And what that might be?" Jack asked arching one sharp eyebrow.
"Oh I think you know,"
"You should still show me, you know, just to make sure we're on the same page."

"Jack!"
Jack bolted awake as a weight dropped onto his stomach. He grunted as the air was forced out of his lungs.
"Ellie," He gasped, struggling to replace the oxygen he'd just lost, "What'd I tell you about waking me up like that?"
"Not to," She smiled up at him.
"Then why do you do it?" He lifted her by and arm and a leg and tossed her onto the empty space next to him.
"Because it's funny to see the way you jump up,"
"I'm glad I can be a personal form of physical humour for you,"
"Mom says you gotta get up and get ready for school,"
"Well I'm up," He stood stretching, "Thanks for that by the way, you interrupted a really good dream," Well it was more memory that dream, he thought, but still a dream...unfortunately.