♪ On the tenth day of Christmas, Mr Jack Frost gave to me,
- Ten billion snowflakes
- Nine naughty curses
- Eight somewhat truths
- Seven lovely inches
- Six sexy sounds
- Five crazy words
- Four dirty smirks
- Three subtle hints
- Two tiny smiles,
- And a big shocker to my panties... ♪

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On Saturdays, the shop didn't open until 10am, which was lucky that morning, because Summer hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. Then again, it wasn't entirely her own fault...

"Jack!" She laughed as he hovered above her, nibbling her ear, her throat her jawline. "Jack stop, you're going to leave marks!"

"Then they'll know that Jack Frost was here," He tauntingly replied and continued nibbling and kissing her down her neck to her collarbones.

"Jack," Summer chuckled again, but somewhere along the way, those chuckles turned into soft moans. "Mmm, Jack..."

"You taste so sweet..." He huskily whispered and made his path down to her breasts. Cupping one, he kissed it and twirled the erect bud with his tongue. "Mmm, so, so sweet."

She moaned and buried her hands in his silver locks that shone gorgeously in the vague morning light peeping in through the cracks in the curtains. When he switched over to the other breast and teased her nipple until it stood proudly in the air as well, he tweaked it and moved his lips downwards to her belly. He left a trail of small kisses, wet skin and burning spots on her. His cold hand seared her skin when they followed, his head now disappearing below the covers.

"Ah, Jack!" Summer breathed as he kissed her wet folds, edging his one digit between them, separating them. He nudged her clit before poking it with his tongue. She jolted and arched her back. "Oh, God!"

His open, warm mouth hovered over her core and breathed hot air onto her already burning flesh before he let his tongue begin its sweet, yet merciless torture. His fingers played along as well, clearly good friends with his tongue. He switched between rubbing her clit with his finger and teasing it with his tongue, sucking and licking up all that she gave him.

"Jack!" She cried and clutched the covers, arching her back again as he now curled his arms around her thighs and used only his mouth now to pleasure her. Writhing and curling her toes, she thrashed beneath him, getting pushed towards her climax. "Oh God, oh shit!"

She couldn't understand how this man could know her body so well, know what triggered her. His cold hands somehow always seemed to burn her, maybe it was the heat difference between her hot skin and his cold fingers. Whatever it was, she loved it. His mouth was skillful, or rather he was, and together with said hands, he knew what he was doing and knew where she wanted to go.

"Fuck, Jack!" Summer screamed as she came apart with a wrecking force. It was like an invisible explosion happened within her and extended out of her body, exploding in the room. She came apart to pieces; her bed and Jack the only thing she could cling onto. When she finally came together again in a somewhat hot mess, she still felt Jack placing gentle kisses to her raw flesh.

Reaching beneath the covers, she yanked him up by his hair. Once they were face to face, she mashed her lips against his, tasting herself all over him. Still, that cinnamon taste of his noticeably peaked through. It was euphoric mixed with her own sweet juices.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and rolled them both over, now straddling Jack who groaned beneath her and cupped her face. She reached down between her legs to his length, finding him hard and throbbing. He grunted as she pumped him. "Fuck, Summer."

Sucking on his Adam's apple, she rubbed her wet core against his cock, letting their two heats connect but not combine. She felt his hips jerk upwards involuntarily, just as another groan fell from his lips.

"Summer," He growled, finding her ass and squeezing it under the covers. "Don't tease me."

She laughed a little, but then with a little adjustment brought him to her opening. Before she could sit on him herself, Jack thrust upwards and made them both moan at the impact.

He filled her up perfectly and she fit around him like a glove. Frost and Summer somehow went together, against all odds. The thought made her let out a chuckle.

"What's funny?" He wanted to know, a smile spreading on his lips as well, purely from seeing her grin. Laughter was contagious.

"Nothing," She replied, leaning down to press her lips against his again. They met and thus she began rocking back and forth over his length, both of them letting out pants and moans.

But how strange it indeed was that two such opposites fit together so perfectly.

~~~

By the time Summer stepped out of the warm shower, she knew something was wrong. It was a tingle on her back and the dark clouds she could see through her blinds that alarmed her that something was wrong.

Stepping out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, she saw heavy, thick snowflakes pouring down in tons, getting riled up by the wild wind. It was a promising sign of a blizzard.

"Oh, God," She whispered, holding a hand over her mouth. She couldn't drive in this weather. They would close up the roads soon anyway. The snow outside was already several feet thick, going up to her knee. Within the next couple of hours, she would be snowed in. Old fear attacked her. "Oh, God!"

"Summer?" She heard Jack's worried voice calling from downstairs. He hadn't left yet?

Summer walked down the stairs, holding her bathrobe tightly around her now cold body. She found Jack standing by the door, holding tightly onto his cane. "Jack, you're still here."

He turned from watching the weather outside to looking at her. "I can't leave in this weather, it's not safe. Mind if I stay until it wears off?"

"It only looks like it's going to get worse," Summer argued, worry lacing through her voice. She was safe in here, she had to remind herself. "It might continue into the night."

"Well then," Jack slowly smirked, coming up to her, his icy blue eyes playful. "Looks like you're stuck with me all night."

~~~

After what turned into marathon of harsh, fast and rough love-making, both of them started to feel famished. On the plus side, it distracted Summer from the horrible storm outside, the one she carried old fears towards.

She had later called Bev who also hadn't been able to make it to the store and agreed that it should be closed down for the day. Not that she expected she would get many customers today anyway. Not with this weather that only seemed to grow so much stronger as the day went by.

When Summer came back into the kitchen after talking with Bev on the phone, she found Jack whipping up a batch of what looked like pancakes, even though it was closing in on the late afternoon. It was already pitch black outside, thanks to the storm. "What are you doing? Are we having pancakes for dinner?"

"Seems as good as any food in this weather," He chuckled. "I thought I'd make some more of that hot chocolate and then we could eat by that fireplace of yours. I noticed you have marshmallows in your cabinet as well."

"Are you suggesting that we camp out by my fireplace?" Summer asked, feeling a strange emotion spread within her. It sounded so cozy, but the memories that clung to that idea...

"Any objections to that?"

Be brave. You can do it. "None at all."

"Then that's what we will do."

They cooked a big batch of delicious pancakes, portioned them with some maple syrup and butter, then ventured into her living room, to her couch, where they sat down in front of her warm fireplace and ate. They talked about everything and nothing, mostly just chuckling and grinning at each other. Summer found it easy to let go of her worries when she was in Jack's company. There was just something about him that made her cheerful. Almost... happy. Like an aura around him she couldn't explain. In any case, it quickly made her comfortable doing what had been haunting her for years.

"So then..." Jack told, taking a break to chew, "Nick looked at me and told me there was no way I could build a snowman around my own body."

"Then what happened?"

"I built a snowman around myself of course," Jack scoffed, just as Summer burst into laughter. "So now every time we hear that Frozen 'Do you wanna build a snowman?' song, we think of the time I indeed build a snowman."

"Around yourself."

"Around myself," Jack affirmed and leaned in to place a kiss on Summer's lips. She couldn't help but chuckle through it, making it a silly kiss. Jack then pulled her to him so that they were cuddling on the couch, half-sitting, half laying down, facing the fireplace. Summer reached for his hands and braided their fingers, feeling how despite their hot cocoa and the fireplace, his hands were still freezing.

"Are you cold?" She asked him, taking the blanket from her armrest and covered them both in it, not waiting for his reply. Jack smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her head when she settled down against him again.

"The cold doesn't bother me, remember?"

Summer begun to think that wasn't entirely true. If it was, how come his hands kept being cold? Was it a heart problem or just bad blood circulation? "Are you sure? I don't mind keeping you warm, too."

He sighed for a long moment, then buried his head in the crook of her neck. "If only you could."

She frowned a little at that. Why shouldn't she be able to do that? Unless he had a physical health problem with staying warm, she could warm him up just as well as he could her. "Let me try."

She felt his lips smile a little against her neck, but then the silent sigh he let out told her it was perhaps a sad one. "Try away, Summer. Try away."

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So obviously I wrote this while in bed as well.