Thursday the 22nd was basically a day entirely spent in bed for Summer. Mostly because every time she tried to leave, Jack was there to pull her back into the comforter, back into his arms. They hadn't really talked much, not unless moaning, groaning and grunting counted as talking. In a way, sex was a language on its own.

And Summer was getting very fluent in it.

"Ah, fuck!" She writhed in her bed and gripped the sheets as Jack assaulted her pussy, licked her up her folds and teased her core. Fire was building up inside her body. Her lower abdomen was tightening and her legs were shaking almost uncontrollably from being so sexually satisfied for so many hours. Jack had been practically everywhere on- and inside her body. She couldn't figure out if she was even one whole piece anymore; her limbs felt disconnected and like putty, yet no matter how much he gave her, she was always ready for more. Jack both sated her to oblivion and made her crave more to eternity.

"JACK!" She screamed as she felt herself release, yet at the same time tighten in a hard ōrgasm that rammed into her body, just as he closed his mouth over her pussy and drank up everything he had worked so hard to get. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck! I—oh god!"

The rest of her words turned into gibberish as Jack let his tongue sweep over her clit. The wet, warm sensation drove her almost insane.

Just as she came down from her high, he pulled away and looked up from the spot between her legs where he had so comfortably been for the last half hour or so. Summer looked down at him with hazy eyes, now watching how his silver hair was all tousled and sexed up, and how absolutely gorgeous he looked. The dirty glint in his eyes and his little grin made her involuntarily chuckle, because she knew that meant he was ready for more.

"Where... the hell... do you find... the energy?" She panted as he climbed up over her, licking his shining lips from her juices. It made her blush, even though she should have been used to seeing it by now, but she really wasn't. There was just something so dirty about seeing him with her juices on his lips; he clearly enjoyed having her flavor there.

"You're like saltwater. The more I drink, the more I'll want," He responded and leaned down to her lips, hovering just above them. "Or maybe it's because I don't have normal stamina like normal humans."

Summer bit her lip a little. Whenever they crossed the subject of him being more than just human, it made her stomach twist weirdly. It wasn't exactly a mood-killer, it was just... strange to think about, considering what they had just done—was doing.

"Well," Summer said and looked up into his lustfully darkened eyes that shone down at her. "If that's the case, let's take some more advantage of it."

His lips twitched upwards, then they descended on hers, taking them in a breathtaking, deep kiss. He went slow, swiping his tongue over the seams of her bottom lip before diving inside, exploring her mouth. She moaned softly and tasted herself on him, yet also that cinnamon flavor that always seemed to shine through from his side. She knew why now.

Reaching in between them, she felt for his length and found it throbbing against her leg, poking her thigh. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him softly, feeling how his hips flexed to her movements. He groaned into the kiss and drew away to catch a hoarse breath.

"You have no idea how good it feels," He whispered, pecking small, warm kisses to the corners of her mouth. "Your hand... so warm... so soft... fuck."

She gripped his base and rubbed her finger on the spot just where his scrotum met his length. He grunted harshly and felt his cock do a twitch.

Male erogenous zone, Summer thought to herself and felt a smile creep onto her lips as Jack groaned again when she went lower and gently cupped his testicles. At this, his breath turned completely hoarse.

"I'm going to cūm on your thighs and stomach if you keep doing that," He told as he panted raggedly through his nose.

"I want you to," She whispered back, now reaching up to nibble at his ear. "Cūm all over me."

"Fuck," He hissed and Summer now saw how his neck strained as his hips jerked forward, meeting her strokes. Precūm leaked down his shaft and coated his length. He was throbbing so hard in her hand, she knew he was going to pop any second. His breaths grew shorter and shorter, his body turned rigid.

And then, just as he was about to release, a loud bang was heard from downstairs, coming from the front door. The bangs were so loud, they almost smashed it down. "Jack!"

Jack froze up, just as Summer did, except Jack dipped his head into the crook of her neck and cursed lowly under his breath. "Ah, cockblock."

"Who is it?" Summer gasped, almost horrified as the banging downstairs continued.

"It's—"

"Jack Frost! Get your ass down here!"

Summer thought the voice sounded familiar, and then it only took her another moment before she realized who it belonged to. "Is that Nick again?"

Jack nodded and then reluctantly rolled off her, heading to the side of the bed. "Yeah. Fuck, I have to go talk to him."

"Is he drunk again? And how does he even know where I live?"

"No, and he just knows. Look, I'm so sorry. I told you I was in trouble."

"For helping me?" She now sat up as well as Jack arose and dragged on his pants after picking them up off the floor. He buckled up and stuffed his hard-on into his boxers with an annoyed grimace, then turned towards her to send her a look.

"No," He said and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, only succeeding in tousling it more. "For fucking you."

Summer frowned for a second, but then decided to also get up and put on some clothes when the incessant banging downstairs started to make the door protest. Both of them quickly got clothed, then walked downstairs, Summer seriously confused.

Why was Nick here? And why was Jack in trouble with him? She didn't understand. Did he know about Jack being... Jack?

They reached the door, and before Summer even had the chance, Jack had already opened the it to greet a very furious-looking Nick. An angry vein was popping in his forehead as he stepped over the threshold and glared at Jack.

"Have you taken a look outside lately?" He snarled through gritted teeth. Summer had honestly never seen him this angry. The warm glow in his brown eyes was almost gone and was replaced by pure anger. It didn't suit him.

Jack sighed and glanced over Nick's shoulder to look at the dark night sky and then cursed, which compelled Summer to do the same. What met her had her gasping.

All the heavy snow was almost gone; it had melted to nothing and was now in big puddles on the ground.

"Fuck," Jack cursed under his breath and pushed a hand through his hair again. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot."

"No kidding," Nick scoffed sarcastically and then glanced at Summer. "You've been busy with her, haven't you? Jack, for Christ's sake. What did I tell you?"

Jack shook his head and then looked down, almost grumbling like a child being reprimanded. "That it would only make things worse..."

"And now look what's happened."

"I'll fix it, I promise. It'll be white by Christmas Eve, you have my word."

"Okay, hold on," Summer said and pointed between the two. "Does Nick..."

"... know?" Jack filled in. "Yeah, very much so."

"And I'm not very happy with him right now," Nick said and stepped inside fully now, closing the door behind him.

"I said I'd fix it," Jack snapped and then reached his hand out, and much like Thor and his hammer, his cane now came flying through the air until it hit his palm. He closed his hand around it and instantly, the dark clouds began releasing small snowflakes, dancing down to the ground.

Summer had to gape. It was the first time she really saw him do anything like that. Sure, watching the belly of a snowman levitate was kind of out of the ordinary, but watching someone summon snow...

"Sweet Elsa," She exhaled deeply. It was something she was probably never going to get used to.

"It's almost midnight," Nick told, still holding an angry tone to his voice, though seemed to ease a bit now that the snow was falling again. Jack, however, rolled his eyes at him and it made him grit his teeth again. "You have 24 hours to make a winter wonderland for me and rest of the world. If it's not there by Christmas morning, then—"

"Wait, just hold up one damn second," Summer now had to interrupt and held up a finger. "I'm sorry, why does he need to do that for you specifically?"

Jack sighed heavily. "Summer... I'd like you to meet my good friend... Santa Claus."

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Okay, I know I didn't wrap it up that good (pun intended), but how many of you didn't figure it out before now? Actually, just lie. Tell me I blew you the fuck away.