Oh my word I’ve finally done it.  I wrote something for Rise of the Guardians.  As much as I spaz about it I didn’t think I’d actually write up something, lol, but here it is!  Down the rabbit hole I go.

… I didn’t mean for that to be a bad pun.

Warnings:  Not much.  Jack and Bunny kissing.  That’s about it.

Notes:  Strange descriptions of things ahoy!

Teaser:  He’s all fun and games in the cold winter air, dingy blue hoodies and a lack of shoes despite the snow’s cold embrace.

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There’s an analogy to describe the two of them.  Something about oil and some other substance that doesn’t mix well with it.  When they’re together they’re going to argue, that’s just the way it works; they can’t even agree to disagree. 

That is until they both experience the seasons.

He’s all fun and games in the cold winter air, dingy blue hoodies and a lack of shoes despite the snow’s cold embrace.  He bathes in the white and dances in the middle of zero below zero, encouraging smiles and play instead of sulking when the car can’t start.  Snowmen and women, sledding and tactical battles where snowballs reign supreme.  Winter is his calling, the thing he thrives on.

Completely opposite of him is a time of bright colors and warmth.  Long gone is the snow and the sun’s early departure.  Instead, the world is surrounded in green grasses, red and yellow flowers, and the buzzing of busy bees as they greet the birds nearby.  The need for heavy coats and mittens is over, hot chocolate replaced with lemonade and treks through the snow replaced with bike rides and jogs through the park.  Spring is here, and the fluff of his tail couldn’t be happier. 

The meeting of the seasons is what always brings them together.

His lips are of hidden treats, the chocolate candies in the hollow eggs, the colorful duck-shapes that taste like marshmallows.  When they kiss he can taste the colors of the spring, the hint of crisp air that breezes against the leaves.  There’s all sorts of colors that hit the tip of his tongue, a natural rainbow that always leaves him wanting more.  The warmth is delicious and inviting, makes his naked toes curl as he runs his fingers across the fur, enjoying a softness that no one else gets to feel but him and him alone. 

Winter should never feel so good, he thinks.  Winter is cold and bitter, makes his fur freeze at the tips until he buries himself in a corner in an attempt to keep warm.  But his lips are different.  His lips are the softer side of winter, that first snowfall that escapes the sky and rests against the grass.  The trees are bare yet beautiful, decorated in a perfect film of white.  His kiss restores the world to a simpler time.  No traffic exists here, no busy schedules and nine to five Mondays.  His kiss tastes of fun, adventure, of sledding downhill with no breaks, of tossing a snowball at the grumpy neighbor and being pleasantly surprised when he throws one right back at you.  It makes his knees feel weak and he has to sit down, has to hold onto the trickster in front of him, their foreheads resting against one another in a secret laugh only they can understand.

“Until next winter, kangaroo?"  Jack asks, the smile on his face perfect and remarkable.

"Why wait that long?”  Bunny smiles back, fingers lingering at the edge of the blue hoodie he’s become so familiar with, “Spring is just around the corner.”

And the taste of spring and winter linger against their lips, a combination of the seasons only the two of them can understand.