Okay, so I kind of promised this to HerHiddenSecret, because she's a massive Jackrabbit fan (she's rabbid really) and I know it's short, hasty and terribly written, but in my defence it is ten to five in the morning and I've been awake for about 44 hours.

I don't even like Jackrabbit.

I feel like I just sold my soul xD

Bunny could feel himself heating up as he took in the sight in front of him.

Those long pale legs. God, he could stare at those legs all day. He sat down calmly though, compared to how he felt inside, and he smirked a little as the owner of those legs strutted over to him, feet ever so light on the ground, toes pointed and perfect. It was like they were dancing, but on air.

When they reached him, they leaned down, and he found himself staring into icy blue eyes. So bright and mesmerising that they kind of took his breath away and rendered him speechless, so instead he just stared into them, searching them, falling a little more in love with them than he was already.

"You ready cottontail?" they asked in a low, seductive whisper, and he found himself smirking a little at the pet name, nodding his head ever so slightly.

And then those pale legs were either side of his waist, and Bunny gulped slightly, raising his arms and placing his hands on that tiny, petite waist. He ran his hands up over their narrow ribs, then down again, gripping their hips harder than they had before, and managing to elicit a small gasp.

A smirk played on their lips too, and they leaned forward, their hands either side of Bunny's head, before they rested on his shoulders, coming their fingers through his long fur and pulling out the small knots. They leaned forward again, their hands running backwards over Bunny's shoulders, raking through his fur, clawing playfully at his back, and he found himself moaning in delight, pulling them a little closer.

"Aha, you like that?" they laughed, pressing their nose against his, and he felt his nose twitch at the contact, but he didn't mind. He pressed back, wrapping his arms tightly around their slender torso, keeping them close, not letting them escape.

And those hands... oh, those hands... he found himself mewling as they ran all over him, pawing and tangling themselves in his fur. Those long white fingers, so nimble and delicate.

He rested his head back while they trailed kisses over his face, neck and shoulders, their arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace, and he nuzzled the shocking white hair while they kissed him.

"Crikey... Frost, I love you," he whispered, lifting his head again and look at Jack, his blue eyes dancing while his silvery white hair stuck out at ends. Jack smiled back, leaning in and pressing his lips to Bunny's, kissing him hard and passionately. They eventually broke for air, and while Jack curled into his chest, grinning, he whispered back.

"And I love you, you old kangaroo."

With a start Bunny woke up, crying out and looking about for white hair and blue eyes. But he was alone in the Warren, and he gulped nervously, feeling all hot and flustered as he recalled every intimate detail of his dream, every lusty word whispered and everything he'd let that little wanker do to him.

All that was left, besides his memories of the kinky dream he'd had, was a small sliver of golden sand trailing through the air, retreating from the Warren, and Bunny glared as it went, feeling embarrassment and anger bubble up inside him.

"Struth, Sandy... what are you playing at?"