Yay I got another post in! Just because you guys are so patient and gave the newest chapter so much love I have to give this to you early. Plus not gonna lie, I was playing let it go in the background as I wrote this. I don't own the characters or the films. But enjoy this little bit of ooey gooey lovey goo I've prepared for you. Please remember to fab, follow, and pretty please comment. Because I feast on your comments.

At daybreak the next morning she rose thinking that last night was nothing more than a dream but she was surprised to feel a tug at her waist. She looked down to see Jack with his arm wrapped around her naked waist. Upon realizing they were both naked she took hold of her blanket and brought it up to her bust line in an attempt to hide her nudity.

He murmured something in his sleep she couldn't make out but decided she would ignore it. He pulled her closer to him and yanked the blanket from her leaving her wrapped in nothing but his arms. Eventually she conceded and laid back down turning to face him and pressing her breasts into his sculpted chest. He breathed a contented sigh and snaked his other arm around her back.

She felt as though she needed to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Was he really back? She stared at his closed eyelids and studied his face. He had a peaceful expression, a satisfied smirk sprawled across his lips. It was such a juxtaposition to the state he was in last night.

"Last night." She whispered recalling what had happened.

She couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face. He'd been so tender and caring to her. All through the night he was careful with her, he treated her like one of his delicate snowflakes. He moved slowly in and out of her not wanting to take his eyes from her. He watched every ounce of pleasure erupt within her as he brought her to her climax not seeming to care about his own satisfaction.

"Tell me what you want from me Elsa. I want to learn every contour of your body. Every sensitive area of flesh. I want to give you everything you need to feel pleasure." He had said.

She hadn't expected him to ask her what she wanted of him. Nor did she expect him to be so unselfish and gentle.

"I don't want to rut with you tonight. I want to make love to you." He'd whispered upon her first climax.

A red blush spread along her cheeks when she remembered how their fingers intertwined. The way he looked at her as though she were some precious thing he'd lost and though he'd never find again. As she was reminiscing the actions of the previous night his eyes blinked opened and he inhaled deeply unwrapping one of his arms only to stretch it upwards.

"Morning Snowflake." He said with a smile.

"Good morning Jack." She whispered.

He leaned in pressing his lips against her forehead gingerly. Her fingertips trailed along his thigh and up his hip then his abdomen and chest. She cupped his jaw in her delicate fingers pulling his lips down to meet her own. It was innocent enough at first until he felt her slip her tongue past his lips. She deepened the kiss, taking him a little off guard. Still he returned her kiss feeling the way her tongue caressed his own, the way it explored his mouth with no restraint.

When he pulled away he could see that she was flushed, in more areas than her cheeks. Her nipples had hardened against his chest and he could smell that chocolate aroma wafting from her. He loved that smell and it didn't take long for him to shift his weight and flip her on her back. He bit his bottom lip and pressed himself against her waiting core. His cock stiffened against her opening and he teased her folds gently prodding and rubbing himself against her.

He'd never been happier to wake up naked. He pushed himself inside of her with a low groan. She gave a little whimper before she wrapped her arms around him. He took one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist so he could go deeper. He wanted every inch of himself buried in her warm folds.

He gave a slow piston like motion at first not daring to tear his eyes away from her own. He couldn't find the words to speak at the moment all he could focus on was the 'O' shape her mouth made when he quickened his pace. Last night was for her benefit, but this morning he needed relief, he needed her.

"Jack." She moaned rolling her head back in pleasure.

She wrapped her other leg around his waist as well and he gave a low growl before leaning down to take her lips once more. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last inside of her. He quickened his pace once more causing the headboard of her bed to bang rhythmically against her wall. He brought his thumb between her thighs applying gentle pressure to her clitoris as he rubbed it in a circular motion.

"Oh, Jack!" She moaned.

He could feel her clenching around him and knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She could feel the pleasure welling up inside of her. She tightened around him once more before throwing her head back in absolute pleasure. All she could see was white and she could feel him pumping into her wildly. His pleasure only increased when she reached her climax tightening around his member. He cried out as he felt his seed spill out inside of her only a few seconds after her own climax had begun.

He stared down at her panting trying to catch his breath. He rolled over and collapsed onto his back. He was beaming from ear to ear and when she caught sight of his face she couldn't hold back the laughter that erupted from her. He turned towards her with a quizzical look on his face.

"What's so funny?" he asked

"I've just never started my morning this way before." She chuckled.

"If I could that's how I'd start every morning." He admitted turning his gaze back at the ceiling.

"Jack" a voice whispered.

It sounded like the voice was in his ear. It echoed in his head, it beckoned him. It was as though there was an invisible force pulling at him. He rose from the bed and slowly made his way over towards the window. He almost seemed like he was in a trance, he wasn't there with her any longer though his bare naked body stood by the opened window.

She stood as well making her way towards him careful to stay out of the window unless someone were to approach the castle. The ice crystals spread across her skin forming the signature dress she was known to wear on a day to day basis. The ice patterns spread over his legs and up his torso dressing him in the same trousers and hooded shirt he'd worn when he first arrived.

"Jack?" she asked snapping him out of his trance.

"Jaaaaaack, come to me." The voice whispered.

"I-I have to go." He said simply.

He could see the fear and tears welling up in her eyes. He was going to leave her again just like that. She was afraid that if he did in fact leave he may not come back this time. It could be months before she saw him again, years even. She found herself reaching out for him in an effort to keep him there. He bent at the waist and picked up his staff.

"Please Jack, don't leave again." She almost begged.

He turned to her taking her face in his hand and looking her deep in the eyes. He pressed his lips against hers once more then to her forehead. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his embrace and for a moment he thought he felt, warm.

"I'll be back." He whispered, "Elsa, don't you get it. I couldn't possibly continue existing knowing that you wouldn't be by my side" he finished pressing his forehead against her own.

She gave a slight sniffle and fought back tears. Though this time they were not due to sadness. Had he actually said what she thought she heard? He couldn't continue existing without her. She hadn't expected a lengthy version of the three words he'd meant to say. But what he said next was enough to make what fear remained melt away completely.

"I love you snowflake." He smiled.

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he didn't have to think about it at all. He said as though he'd said it to her a hundred times before. And she stared wide eyed at him after he'd spoken but he simply gave her a peck on the cheek and turned to exit out the window.

"I'll be back." He said with a smile.

He took flight out the window and she leaned out of the window watching the way he rode the wind. She was snapped out of her daze by the sound of knocking at her door. She turned to call out that she'd be there in just a moment but she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of his steadily shrinking form and she nearly tripped and fell over her own gown.

Jack was flying through the air feeling that invisible force calling to him. He landed on the mountain near her castle. An inky black mist rose from the snow and formed a male figure. He had grey skin and slicked back spiked black hair. He was draped in black robes and held something in his clawed hands. Something, beating and covered in a thin layer of frost, though it was as red as any other human heart would have been.

"Ah, Jack. I've been waiting far too long for you to return." He chuckled.

"Who are you?" Jack asked holding his staff defensively.

"You mean you don't remember? Oh that's right. Quite the neat little trick you perform. Turning your memories to darkness in an attempt to keep the pain away. You've become so good at it you don't even remember how to do it do you? Now it just triggers itself, doesn't it?" he asked.

He inched closer to Jack and began circling him. He gave the heart he held in his hand a gentle squeeze and Jack clutched his chest feeling a sharp pain shoot through his body. He fell forward in the snow supporting himself on his knees and hand, the other still clutched at his chest.

"As for who I am, I can't believe you don't remember. I must say I'm a little bit hurt. Most people call me the boogey man but you, can call me master Pitch." He chuckled.

He eased off of the heart and brought it to his lips.

"Now, stand up." He whispered to it.

Jack obeyed standing straight up. The heart glowed a fiery red in Pitch's hands and Jack glared at him. There was something familiar about this man. He didn't like the feeling that he was getting from Pitch and he could tell by one glance that this man meant him harm.

"What do you want with me?" Jack asked through gritted teeth.

"Quite the contrary actually. I couldn't care less about your pitiful little heart, as a matter of fact you can have it back once I get what I want. You see, I don't want you. I want her. Your delicate little snowflake. The one that can create life. I mean after all what goes together better than cold and darkness?" he smiled.

"You stay the hell away from her you bastard! I'll kill you!" he shouted before charging for Pitch.

"Wrong answer" Pitch said giving the heart another squeeze.

Jack fell to the ground gasping for air and crying out in pain. It ran through his body like a forest fire on a dry summer day and he fought back tears that threatened to stream down his face. In all his years of living he hadn't ever experienced a pain as great as this one.

"Let me fill you in." he began easing the pressure he put on the heart and squatted down to Jack's level, "This is your heart, and as long as I have it in my possession, I hold your reigns. And if you choose to try and disobey me I will crush your heart into dust and end your pitiful existence once and for all." He explained turning the heart over in his hands.

Jack slowly rose to his knees extending a weak arm out to take hold of his own heart. Pitch stood up quickly delighting in the pain that the young man was going through. He didn't try and fight back the laughter that erupted from his throat and echoed through the mountain.

"You are going to bring her to me. And if you don't I'll tear her heart out of her chest right in front of you and I'll kill her. And then I'll kill you." He said, "I'm done with you for now, go run off to your snowflake. Its best to keep up appearances after all. I'll let you two have three more days together and then, you will bring her to me. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes." Jack breathed.

"Yes what?" Pitch asked giving the heart another squeeze.

"Yes, master Pitch." He managed to say through his gritted teeth.

"Good boy. Now go on. Run back to your snowflake." He chuckled easing his grip on Jack's heart.

Jack stood up slowly and threw another glare Pitch's way before he lifted himself into the air. He was so mad he could spit. His life or the life of the only person who mattered to him. He couldn't betray her after all they'd been through not after the way she cared for him. He turned round heading towards the kingdom with tears in his eyes.

"Oh and Jack" he called out causing the young man to turn round, "If you tell her about any of this, I will not hesitate to kill you." He smiled.

Jack said nothing but gave him a nod and took off back towards the palace.