A Little Kiss || Jack & Elsa
He wandered if he had ever kissed someone in his previous life. Pressed his lips to the top of their head, or even their lips, their hand, their cheek. Sometimes, when the loneliness got unbearable he would make things up. Pretend that he had a mother he kissed good morning every day. An older sister he would teasingly kiss, who would shove him away in retaliation. A younger sibling to whom he could give wet slobbery kisses just for fun. And maybe some girl where he used to live, wherever that was. Maybe he had sneaked a few kisses behind barns or in the woods. Or when neither of their parents were looking.
It may not have been real, but it helped keep the loneliness at bay. Somewhat.
So when he had his arms around Elsa, in an embrace that warmed him to his core, despite his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest, and the fact that he suddenly felt nervous, he couldn’t help but smile softly, returning the embrace, gently placing his lips to the top of her head, one hand resting behind her head, gently caressing her gorgeous white blonde hair, the other wrapped around her waist. “You were amazing Elsa.” He whispered softly, lips still pressed to her head.
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