"Yeah, don't worry, this happens whenever it gets cold." You said this while mock glaring at your best friend, pulling your (f/c) scarf up over your nose to help try and keep it warm.
Said best friend - who is also responsible for it being this cold - named Jack Frost smirked at you, amusement gleaming in his blue eyes as you both continued walking down the snow covered path.
You glanced at him, instint suspicion threaded through you. Whenever the winter spirit got that look in his eye, mischievous happenings tend to accur.
"What?" You asked face morphing into curiousity. He chuckled, his staff swinging small flecks of snow into the air "You're just reminding me of that song. How does it go again?" It took you a moment to figure it out, but the way he was smiling told you that he knew exactly how the song went, he was just playing with you. Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you sing-song the lyrics "And all the reindeers loved him? Roudoulph the red nosed reindeer?" "Yeah!" Jack laughed and you joined in, enjoying the sound.
"And there's another reason you got me laughing. Because you see, there's this saying, and it's a great one. It goes: It's because Jack Frost is nipping at your nose." The image of Jack nipping at some poor, unsuspecting kids nose suddenly come to mind and you laugh, because you could honestly see him doing that. Jack joined in too, but his walking slowed until he wasn't walking anymore, his staff poking the ground as a small frown appeared on his face. Turning around, worry on your face you step closer to him "Hey, you okay?"
He nods slowly, "Yeah." But you don't really believe him. You start to ask again when he says "Just thinking." This made you blink "About what?" You knew from past experiences that thoughts ran quickly through his mind at a hundred miles per minute everyday, but it never once stopped him from doing something. Another moment passed before he's suddenly standing straight again, a gleam in his eye that you've seen a few times before.
"Well," He starts to say, taking a step closer to you - and with the one you took before this puts him very, very close to you - before adding, "I just think I wouldn't be nipping at your nose."
Before you could ask what he meant by that - even though you're pretty sure what he did mean - you're stunned into silence by the fact that a pair of ice cold lips are against yours. The fact that it was Jack kissing you takes a moment to sink in. The other moment it takes to gather your thoughts that are running ramped through your head make it a little too late to kiss back before he's pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. His blue eyes are staring at your (e/c) ones, and your left hoping that this isn't another one of your dreams again. If not a certain golden guardian was going to have a lot to answer to the next time you saw him. Jacks normally pale skin was colored with a purple blush just as yours was colored with a red one, but you were both smiling madly.
"I've been wanting to do that for a while." Jack said, a chuckle leaving his mouth. Your smile grew "How long?" Jack closed his eyes, the blush on his face grew though he tried to cover it with a shrug "Since the second day we met." A shocked laugh escaped you "J-Jack, that was nearly a-a year ago!" He shrugged again, his eyes opening to stare at you again "I know, but..." He trailed off, but you smiled as his left hand lifted to press a finger against the corner of your mouth. "I wasn't sure if you felt the same." The words were murmured, but you heard them as plain as day. A squad of butterflies were released in your stomach, making you feel as though the ground would disappear underneath your feet at any moment.
You smile, leaning forward to place a quick - maybe lingering a little to long - kiss on his lips and whisper back "Well, looks like you don't have to worry about that anymore." Jack chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rubbed his nose against yours, making you giggle "Nope." He agreed, leaning forward to kiss you again.
You frown, "What?" He smiled evily, eyebrows wiggling "You think if we kiss long enough our lips will get stuck together?"
The blush that breaks out on your face could melt ice.