so I learned Bunny has a thing for eggs. I mean a THING for 'em. He should be on TLC's My crazy obsession.

I don't own Jack Frost or E. Aster Bunnymund.

I do own Jinx.

Jack Frost played in the Warren with Jinx. It was a simple game of tag. They would run everywhere and knock over everything. They had already been scolded by the Guardian of Hope twice about the chaos they were spreading. Finally, Jack decided he wanted a break from playing tag. He gathered up his cat and headed for Bunny's burrow, knowing there was a cold treat in the fridge.

Bunnymund's chocolate ice cream was delicious and completely out of this world. Jinx meowed, wanting chocolate ice cream too, but like her father it was bad for her. The winter boy filled a cute ceramic bowl with ice cream and settled on the futon to eat.

Jinx the Bad-luck Cat, cried for a taste of the sweet treat. She was only three months old, but already she was talking in grunts and purrs that North had the ability to understand. Bunny too could speak cat language, but Jack was still stuck learning what each sound meant. So, he took to reading her tone and body language.

"No," Jack chided, "This is bad for you,"

"Meeeooowww," Jinx responded sounding innocent.

Jinx rubbed her small body against Jack's leg and purred loudly. She tried to coax her parent into sharing. Jack bit his cold blue lip as he thought over the consequence of giving in. The cat jumped on the couch and set her paw on Jack's leg, looking at him with big pleading green eyes.

Jack smiled. He couldn't say no any longer. He scooped up a spoon full of chocolate and held it to the cat's muzzle. Before a lick could be taken of the frozen treat, an eggliet squeaked loudly, giving off an alarming sound.

An instant later, Bunny appeared and glared at the spoon full of ice cream as if it had insulted him. Jack followed the Pooka's line of vision and put the spoon back in the bowl. He gave his boyfriend and blank stare, not trying for innocence since he was already caught red handed.

"What did I say about giving her chocolate?" The Pooka said in a steady tone that held back anger.

"Not to do it," Jack replied, heaving an annoyed sigh. "One little lick isn't going to turn her to stone!"

"We don't know that, and I am not takin' the chances," Bunny said and clenched his paws. "Now, start cleaning up your mess it looks lik'a fuckin' blizzard hit my living room!"

With that, Bunny hopped away back to his job of painting eggs. Jack glared at the opening in the ceiling. He got up and looked around the room. There were snow piles in the corners, and the chairs were in a circle with the bedroom sheets thrown over to make a tent. Fun times laid around from this morning, fun times that Bunny wanted cleaned up.

Jack heaved another sigh, not wanting to do chores, but since he spent the nights living with Bunny, he had to be responsible, like an adult. Jack shivered, he didn't like the idea of being an adult. Jinx meowed, reminding him he was a parent, but the winter boy frowned. Not all parents were grown ups. Some were kids too.

The winter spirit put his unfinished treat in the freezer and turned his attention to the room. He closed his icy blue eyes and called the wind to help him. Gust of wind blew into the under ground room, pushing chairs back in their place at the table and making sheets breeze back to the bed. As for the piles of snow, Jack gathered it up and tossed it out side to water the flowers.

The flowers shook to their roots as they drank the refreshingly cold water. Jack smiled, pleased by his quick work and returned to his cat. He wanted to play a new game now. Perhaps hide-and-seek.

Jinx pawed at a dirt wall, wanting to reach behind it. Jack ignored her behavior and picked her up. She squirmed in his hands before letting out an echoing cry. The teenager flinched and knew Jinx had unleashed her magic. The dirt wall in front of them crumbled and fell to the floor in a depressing heap of dust. Jack gaped, he knew Bunny wasn't going to be pleased.

A sharp cold wind, the kind hidden away from warm sunlight, gusted out from a tunnel just behind where the wall once stood. It blew against them, ruffling Jack's white hair.

"Wow," Jack whispered, "Bunny never told me about this,"

He set Jinx down and stepped over the pile of dirt to enter the tunnel. The tunnel wasn't long, it was short and dark, and lead to a huge oval carved chamber. He moved inside, squinting in the dark.

"Damn, I can't see!" Jack leaned against his staff and made a thoughtful face. The staff began to glow in the middle and Jack face-palmed. Of course! Jack's staff glowed with his energy and he could see rows of shelves with objects. He found a light switch and flipped the switch.

The room lit up, and Jack's jaw dropped. He stared wide eyed at all the eggs in the chamber. Jinx' eyes caught sight of a strange looking egg with orange stripes. She cooed and rubbed against it. Jack eyed the eggs and rubbed a slender finger across an egg with blue dots. It was dusty.

"What are ya doin' in here?" A firm voice asked. Jack jumped ad whirled around to look at Bunny standing in the dark hallway.

"Bunny!" Jack grinned. "I hope your not mad, but I let myself in," he said trying to sound casual.

"You're not allowed in here," Bunny growled and spotted Jinx, "and neither are you!"

Jinx cried in protest as Bunnymund lifted her off a shelf with tiny bird eggs on display. The winter spirit followed the Pooka out the chamber and back into the living room. He wanted to see more of the place, but he needed the Pooka's approval first.

"How come you never told me about that place?" Jack asked, following Bunny out the burrow.

"I never told ya, because it's all in my past now," Bunny said and sat on his hind quarters. He let Jinx go and picked up an eggliet. He eyed the oval shape and smiled.

"You really like eggs, don't you?" Jack asked, even though he already knew the answer. Bunny nodded his head and set down the eggliet. He watched his egg join a group and squeak. Long ears twitched, listening to the sounds. Jack shifted his weight from one side to the other. "I like eggs too. I have an idea! Why don't you show me your egg collection?"

"I know what you're thinking, mate," Bunny looked at Jack with a steady gaze, "Ya jus' wanna play with my eggs, and if ya do, you'll break 'em!"

"Not true!"

"So, true!"

"Naw uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

Bunny and Jack went back and forth until the light coming from the tunnels above the Warren dimmed. They looked up and Jack yawned. Bunny's body tensed, the day felt short today, and he didn't get to do as much painting as he wanted. The eggs unpainted squeaked in annoyance, they wanted their turn. They huddled around their keeper and jumped at him, trying desperately to make it into his hand.

Jack watched with great amusement as the Pooka did his best to calm the eggs. He whispered promises and assurance that their turn would come in the morning. The eggs settled down and left to play games until morning.

Bunnymund sighed and shook his head softly. He put his fists on his hips and looked up. Through one of the tunnels that let in light, he could see stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky. Jack looked up too and watched the sky change colors until it became black.

"Bunny," Jack began softly from behind the Pooka. One long ear twisted in Jack's direction, Bunny refused to look at Jack as he watched the sky. "There's still a lot about you I don't know. It's not fair."

"Fair?" Bunny replied softly, lowering his head to watch the grass.

"Yeah, I wanna know everything about you,"

"Ya do know me, Frostbite,"

"No!" Jack cried out and grabbed Bunny's shoulder, twisting him to look face to face with each other. Bunny could see the hurt in Jack's eyes and felt tense. "What was with that big room with all those eggs!?"

"It's in the past,"

"No. It's a part of you that you're keeping from me,"

"I'm not having this conversation," Bunny said with a firm voice. He brushed off Jack's hand and hopped off into a tunnel.

Jack watched him leave and frowned. He wanted Bunny to return and tell him everything about his chamber dedicated to eggs. He wanted to know about each egg and he wanted to hear the adventures Bunny went through to get each one for his collection. The winter boy didn't like the distance Bunny put between them, so with a determined look, he ran to burrow with an idea.

Bunnymund sighed and paced. He ran a paw through his ears and allowed them to droop. How could he explain to Jack about his obsessions with eggs? Not just eggs, but ovals. He use to be so passionate, well he still was, but just not as obvious. He made North swear never to bring it up.

Bunny sighed again. Jack was probably up to no good right now, and he needed to be there to stop the trouble maker from making anymore messes. He ran his paw through his ears one last time and inhaled deeply before letting out a steady breath. He raced to the burrow, wanting to rebuild the wall that crumbled onto his floor.

Jack was good at making peanut butter sandwiches. He cut the crusts off and added just the right amount of banana slices. He placed ten sandwiches on a platter and brought out a bottle of wine from a cabinet. The winter boy wasn't much of a drinker and neither was Bunny, but they did enjoy the effects during sex.

Jack blushed. He was hoping to win Bunny over with romance and get the Pooka to talk about himself. He rolled his eyes, Bunny talking about himself was easy to get him to do, but about his past was going to be harder. He was counting on the wine to aid him.

Bunnymund entered the burrow and found Jack had set up the kitchen table with a sheet with burning candles. Jack sat at the table and motioned for him to walk over. Bunny eyed the romantic setting and smirked. He could smell peanut butter coming from under a silver dome in the middle of the table. Jack was quick to pull out a seat for Bunny which the Pooka took to humor the teenager.

Jack silently sat in his own seat again and smiled at his partner. He lifted the dome with a 'Wa-Lah!' and then started pouring the wine. Bunny smirked at Jack's efforts to please him. It was almost romantic, except for the sandwiches. It seemed the teenager was only good at making sandwiches, boiling soup, and making popsicles from juice.

"What are ya up to, mate?" Bunny asked, not hiding his amusement.

"I just thought we needed some time to get the fire burning again," Jack said with a smile, "You know, ever since we've had Jinx we haven't been very sexual with each other,"

"So, this is us being sexual?"

"Nope. This us being romantic and then sex is dessert," Jack said with a wink.

Bunny laughed softly before suddenly frowning. He was beginning to fall for Jack's tricks. He gave a steady look to his boyfriend. Jack held his hands up in surrender, he blinked his eyes in innocence. Bunny softened his stare and picked up his wine glass, Jack did the same and clinked their glasses.

Bunny eyed the liquid in his glass, ever since his surprise pregnancy, he was having trouble trusting anything Jack prepared for him to ingest. Jack noticed the suspicious glare the Pooka gave his wine. The winter boy sighed and sipped his drink, wincing at the taste. He didn't really like wine, but it was romantic so he took another sip.

Jack got tired of the way Bunny took apart one of the sandwiches, searching for anything wrong. He grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a huge bite. Bunny watched him and narrowed his eyes waiting for Jack to suddenly grow boobs.

"Why are you staring at my chest?" Jack asked and swallowed his food.

"I'm not getting pregnant tonight, am I?"

"No," Jack answered with obvious annoyance.

Bunny frowned. He felt he had a right to be suspicious of Jack. The betrayal hurt more than the Pooka let on, and his heart ached every time he had to check his food or drink. He could tell by the way Jack acted annoyed that the teenager was also hiding his own pain.

Jack knew he messed up bad. It annoyed him whenever he worked hard on a meal for his boyfriend, only to have it taken apart or refused. He was not only bothered, but hurt that he lost his boyfriend's trust, fearing he may never regain it. Jack bit back any protest when Bunny picked at his sandwich, taking careful bites ad testing the taste for anything funny.

Bunny looked up from his food to look at Jack and noticed his partner looking back at him with big eyes. Bunny tried to look away, but something about the way those icy blues shined made him feel trapped.

Jack batted his lashes, wanting to look cute and innocent. He saw his tactic working as Bunny moved his face in close, his whiskers twitching. Jack leaned in and their noses met in a wet cold kiss.

Jack tilted his head and pressed their lips together. Bunny leaned over the table as far as he could to deepen the kiss. Jack let out a soft moan and massaged their lips together getting sweet sensations. They kissed passionately until Jack pulled away for air.

Jack took another sip of wine, and Bunny did the same. The wine was black cherry flavored and the Pooka decided to take a gulp. Jack smiled at the sight of Bunny drinking the wine. He got up from his chair and sat in Bunny's lap, kissing him again and tasting the wine.

They drank and kissed until the wax candles burned out. Jack wrapped his arms around Bunny and pressed his arousal against his torso. Bunny groaned and felt the effects of his wine buzzing his senses and making him feel aroused. He pawed at Jack's sweater, wanting it off.

Jack grinned. He kissed Bunny's ears and whispered naughty things that made the Pooka's face heat up under his fur. Bunny whimpered, he missed making love to Jack and was ready to finally get some.

They moved their activities to the bedroom and spent the next few hours making messy sex.

Bunny licked the frost off his fur, as Jack continued to hide under the sheets playfully. The Pooka grunted when Jack bumped him and got up. He wanted water, but then Jack popped his head out from the sheets and cried for ice cream.

Jack raced to the kitchen naked, and pulled out his bowl of ice cream from earlier. He sat at the table and ate. Bunny followed, frowning at the pile of dirt he forgot to clean up, and got himself a glass of water, then he spotted his glass of wine and smirked. He picked up both glasses and alternated between water and wine, loving the taste of black cherry.

"You're watering down your wine that way," Jack said as he ate.

"I don't mind," Bunny replied and then refilled his glasses. Jack poked the water glass and froze it, making the Pooka pout.

"Don't pout, you look like a dog," Jack teased. Bunny narrowed his eyes at Jack and drank his wine glass straight. He finished the bottle and began to sway with an easy smile on his furry face. Jack grinned knowingly. "You're buzzed again," Jack stated.

Bunny nodded. Jack got up and put his empty bowl in the sink. He groaned as he looked down and noticed frozen cum clinging to his thighs. He excused himself and went to shower. As he did, Bunny felt his fingers twitch.

Jack was squeaky clean and he hid under his favorite towel, which happened to be Bunny's towel. It was big and fluffy, just like the rabbit. When he enter the bedroom, Bunny was surrounded by pages of sketched drawings.

Jinx meowed, puzzling Jack with her appearance. Where was she all night? Oh well, Jack approached the room and picked up one of the sketches off the floor. It was a perfect oval shape, shaded to look three dimensional.

Bunny continued to sketched on the floor. He laid down on his tummy and concentrated hard on the images he wanted to put on paper. Jinx would swat and steal his pencils so the Pooka kept one bit between his teeth.

"Wow, that one looks amazing!" Jack exclaimed, marveling at the picture Bunny was currently sketching. Jack startled Bunny so bad he gasped, to make matters worse he also began choking on the pencil. Jack jumped in and pulled the pencil out of Bunny's throat. He rubbed Bunny's back as the Pooka coughed and caught his breath. "Sorry," Jack apologized with a meek smile.

Bunnymund smiled and butted his head against Jack's chin. Jack smiled back and petted Bunny's head, as he did that, he reached down and picked up the sketch Bunny was working on. There was a goose, and an egg, and they appeared to be on a cloud, with a castle in the back ground. The page had a vine like boarder, with leaves and stems of different widths intertwining.

"The goose that laid the golden eggs," Jack said with a grin. "Jack and the bean stalk."

"I want that egg for my collection,"

"So, let's go get this one!" Jack shouted and jumped up with excitement. He slipped on his clothes and got ready to go. He picked up his staff, and it glowed brightly in the middle. "I bet I can fly to that place in no time and bring back a golden egg. Just for you, Bunny."

Bunny smiled and shook his head. He got up and swayed a little. He clumsily hugged Jack. The winter boy blushed, happy with the hug, but confused as to why Bunny shook his head.

"It doesn't exist," Bunny said calmly.

"What? How do you know?"

"I've gone looking. It's jus' a story, mate," Bunny kissed Jack's cheek, "G'night," Bunny said and switched off the lights before going to his bed, the sheets already changed.

Jack grinned. He was going to get that egg someday, because it would make the Pooka happy. All Jack seemed to care about was bringing joy to everyone, and bringing joy to Bunny would earn him the Pooka's trust back and hopefully learn more about him. The winter boy joined his lover in bed and snuggled close.

Jinx' green eyes glowed with magic as she watched her parents sleep. She pawed at the pages and could sense all the mischief to be had in days awaiting. For now, she jumped on the bed and curled up in the crook of Bunny's neck, purring as she fell asleep.

this last chapter has inspired me to make a new story. yay!

now that you've made it to the finish line, enjoy the rest of your day!