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Her breath hitched as she stared up at him, feeling this position to be quite enticing and romantic as she lay under him and tried to keep her breath steady. His question alone had her heart racing for too many reasons to list.

“The gentleman may have what he wishes of me..” she whispered rather low, reaching up and running her finger along his chin. “For my own lips hunger for yours as well.”

Her tongue darted out to quickly lick them in anticipation of his kiss.

Jack knew that the appropriate, in-keeping-with-the-fantasy thing would have been for him to woo her a little longer, teasing her with poetic words before he finally easing into the kiss. But ‘hunger’ was the right word – he wanted her badly, and when he watched her lick her lips, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. 

He dived in and kissed her passionately, humming with pleasure against her lips. His arms held her close as he rested his weight gently on top of her; in the warm, dark confines of the pillow fort, they had no choice but to press their bodies as close as possible, and Jack definitely wasn’t complaining about that. 

The one drawback from sexy roleplay with costumes was the costumes themselves if they were elaborate as theirs since Katelynn was kissing him back and trying to figure out which button to unsnap first. Rather than get frustrated she giggled against his lips and just ran her hands around his body to feel his body through the material.

Even if he wasn’t muscular or strong, his body was lean and sexy and she dragged a bit of her dress back so she could hook a leg over his waist and bring him closer, trying to get her body flush up against him. Thrusting against him once, her giggle transformed into a soft moan.

He hadn’t been expecting that, and gasped through the kiss as she thrust against him. Even through their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her pressed against him, and it send a rush of hot blood to his groin. It didn’t take long before Jack’s pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Before they could do any more, clothes needed to start coming off. 

Jack took Katelynn’s hands and guided them to the collar of his costume, there was a tiny hook inside the high collar that held it closed, and he showed her how to unfasten it, and then work her way down the buttons. As each one came undone, more of his bare, tattooed blue chest was exposed. 

As for Katelynn’s clothes … the way she’d hiked her skirt up, there was something extremely exciting about the thought of removing just her underwear and making love to her with the butterfly dress still on. But that wasn’t how you treated a princess, so Jack gently reached around to unfasten her dress. 

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Though she blushed at his comment, she had been watching his face as he sprouted his improv lines, seeing his smile fall. Hopefully he wasn’t loosing interest in their playful roleplaying unless it was just reminding him of something? Cupping his cheek gently, she smiled bashfully at him and hoped her words and actions could help with that.

“I did not know such tales were woven of me but really…the only beautiful one I see is thee…brave, strong, handsome and just the most wonderful of all…” she spoke earnestly, combining her true feelings into her acting.

“You have risked much to get so far and for that I am truly thankful..it must not have been easy but it shaped you into who you are…someone I have fallen instantly in love with. I would be most honored to bask in your presence for all time.”

Lowering her hand from his cheek, she scooted over to him and cuddled into his side, sighing contently. Though this was meant to be a form of fun foreplay, she couldn’t help but shower him with love and hope it would ease his heart. Perhaps it would even earn her a kiss? She loved it when he took the initiative to do that if nothing else.

And it did ease his heart. Jack tilted his cheek into her hand, almost like a cat being petted, closing his eyes with contentment as he listened to her words. It took all his resistance not to pull her into his arms and cover her with kisses right away, but that wasn’t the way this sort of fantasy went – and he wanted to do it right. 

“The honor would be all mine,” he answered her, smiling once again. As Katelynn cuddled against him, Jack wrapped one arm around her. With his free hand, he reached up and caressed her cheek. “I never put much faith in love at first sight. But now, when I see you, princess, I could easily believe in it.” He leaned in and buried his face in her hair for a moment, breathing in her warm, sweetly exciting scent. “You are as kind and sweet, as generous and brave, as you are beautiful. And I love you.” 

Jack shifted a little so that he was leaning partway over her, gazing down into her eyes. “If I may be so bold, dearest Katelynn, as to ask for a kiss?” 

Her breath hitched as she stared up at him, feeling this position to be quite enticing and romantic as she lay under him and tried to keep her breath steady. His question alone had her heart racing for too many reasons to list.

“The gentleman may have what he wishes of me..” she whispered rather low, reaching up and running her finger along his chin. “For my own lips hunger for yours as well.”

Her tongue darted out to quickly lick them in anticipation of his kiss.

Jack knew that the appropriate, in-keeping-with-the-fantasy thing would have been for him to woo her a little longer, teasing her with poetic words before he finally easing into the kiss. But ‘hunger’ was the right word – he wanted her badly, and when he watched her lick her lips, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. 

He dived in and kissed her passionately, humming with pleasure against her lips. His arms held her close as he rested his weight gently on top of her; in the warm, dark confines of the pillow fort, they had no choice but to press their bodies as close as possible, and Jack definitely wasn’t complaining about that. 

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She cupped her hands together and brought them near her chest as her lips stretched out into the widest smile. It was from trying not to giggle and break character as she was having so much fun that it was bubbling over.

“Oh brave prince! I feared none would ever come to rescue me. I hope you are not terribly hurt.”

Reaching out, she began to gently run her hands along his torso, knowing this would be completely inappropriate in Old England in the 11th century. But it didn’t have to be accurate.

“Such a strong, handsome prince who has come to rescue me,” she flirted, smiling at him. Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from it.

As she ran her hands over his chest, Jack made a low, pleased sound that was almost a purr. It took him a moment to recover himself and get back in to character, but he went on, with a gallant smile, “Fear not, sweet princess. With my skill and swiftness, the villains left not a mark on me.”

His smile faded a little as, for a moment, he found himself thinking back to all the one-sided fights of his childhood. His tormentors had left plenty of marks back then, and sometimes being able to run fast was the only thing that had kept the little blue boy from being hurt worse. But – oh hell, he didn’t want to be thinking about all that now. He pushed those memories away forcefully, keeping only enough to help him act his part now. 

“But, the battle was a long one,” he went on, “and I am quite weary. I’d very much like to rest for a while, in your company.” Feeling better now, Jack reached up and gently brushed some of Katelynn’s hair back. Like her touches and flirting, it would have been a very inappropriate gesture back in medieval times, but it felt very right now. “If I may say, Princess Katelynn … in all the songs and tales I’ve heard of you, none spoke of how beautiful you are.”

Though she blushed at his comment, she had been watching his face as he sprouted his improv lines, seeing his smile fall. Hopefully he wasn’t loosing interest in their playful roleplaying unless it was just reminding him of something? Cupping his cheek gently, she smiled bashfully at him and hoped her words and actions could help with that.

“I did not know such tales were woven of me but really…the only beautiful one I see is thee…brave, strong, handsome and just the most wonderful of all…” she spoke earnestly, combining her true feelings into her acting.

“You have risked much to get so far and for that I am truly thankful..it must not have been easy but it shaped you into who you are…someone I have fallen instantly in love with. I would be most honored to bask in your presence for all time.”

Lowering her hand from his cheek, she scooted over to him and cuddled into his side, sighing contently. Though this was meant to be a form of fun foreplay, she couldn’t help but shower him with love and hope it would ease his heart. Perhaps it would even earn her a kiss? She loved it when he took the initiative to do that if nothing else.

And it did ease his heart. Jack tilted his cheek into her hand, almost like a cat being petted, closing his eyes with contentment as he listened to her words. It took all his resistance not to pull her into his arms and cover her with kisses right away, but that wasn’t the way this sort of fantasy went – and he wanted to do it right. 

“The honor would be all mine,” he answered her, smiling once again. As Katelynn cuddled against him, Jack wrapped one arm around her. With his free hand, he reached up and caressed her cheek. “I never put much faith in love at first sight. But now, when I see you, princess, I could easily believe in it.” He leaned in and buried his face in her hair for a moment, breathing in her warm, sweetly exciting scent. “You are as kind and sweet, as generous and brave, as you are beautiful. And I love you." 

Jack shifted a little so that he was leaning partway over her, gazing down into her eyes. "If I may be so bold, dearest Katelynn, as to ask for a kiss?" 

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As she had worked on the ‘castle’, Katelynn admired the glow of the room and how he had set it up, all those pictures of rooms surrounded by twinkly lights nearly coming true before her. Granted it was candles instead but it didn’t make it any less romantic. With Christmas coming she could extend the romance in the bedroom by buying plenty of lights to decorate the room with.

Smiling, she got into position and called out a soft “Help..someone help me! I’ve been taken prisoner inside this castle by the evil army. Is anyone brave enough to fight them off and come rescue me or am I doomed to live out the rest of my life trapped here…?”

She tried her best to make it sound authentic and lonely rather than cheesy as she waited for Jack to make his grand entrance.

Jack did his best not to laugh. Really, she had a very good voice for the part – if he hadn’t seen that she was hiding in a pile of pillows, he could have believed she really was in trouble. 

“Fear not, dear lady! Help is on the way!” With that, he made his way across the bedroom with dramatic leaps and twirls, making his cape flow as he went. If the costume had come with a sword, he would have drawn it, but for the sake of Jack’s pacifist nature (and for the sake of not knocking anything over), it was probably for the best he didn’t have one. 

He reached her bedside, and crept into the pillow fort as best he could without disturbing it. “Princess, are you hurt? Don’t worry, you’re safe now. Th-the evil army has been vanquished.” 

She cupped her hands together and brought them near her chest as her lips stretched out into the widest smile. It was from trying not to giggle and break character as she was having so much fun that it was bubbling over.

“Oh brave prince! I feared none would ever come to rescue me. I hope you are not terribly hurt.”

Reaching out, she began to gently run her hands along his torso, knowing this would be completely inappropriate in Old England in the 11th century. But it didn’t have to be accurate.

“Such a strong, handsome prince who has come to rescue me,” she flirted, smiling at him. Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from it.

As she ran her hands over his chest, Jack made a low, pleased sound that was almost a purr. It took him a moment to recover himself and get back in to character, but he went on, with a gallant smile, “Fear not, sweet princess. With my skill and swiftness, the villains left not a mark on me.”

His smile faded a little as, for a moment, he found himself thinking back to all the one-sided fights of his childhood. His tormentors had left plenty of marks back then, and sometimes being able to run fast was the only thing that had kept the little blue boy from being hurt worse. But – oh hell, he didn’t want to be thinking about all that now. He pushed those memories away forcefully, keeping only enough to help him act his part now. 

“But, the battle was a long one,” he went on, “and I am quite weary. I’d very much like to rest for a while, in your company.” Feeling better now, Jack reached up and gently brushed some of Katelynn’s hair back. Like her touches and flirting, it would have been a very inappropriate gesture back in medieval times, but it felt very right now. “If I may say, Princess Katelynn … in all the songs and tales I’ve heard of you, none spoke of how beautiful you are." 

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She giggled as she adjusted herself on the bed and grabbed the pillows. “Let me make the ‘castle’ then and you can come in to ‘rescue’ me like you’ve just fought some great battle to get through but instead of taking me away and with everything safe we just ‘snuggle’ here?” she suggested, putting the pillow up to hide half of her face and cover up her excited smile.

Plus it would give him that time to set up candles as she grabbed as many pillows as she could and set them on top of each other in a way where they wouldn’t fall.

He couldn’t help chuckling a little as well. “As you wish!” he bowed with a sweep of his cape, and headed away to get the candles. 

Soon Jack had brought back an armful of them, and it wasn’t long before the bedroom was bathed in a soft golden glow. With the curtains drawn, the whole effect was very romantic; the two of them could almost believe they really were in a medieval castle. 

As she had worked on the ‘castle’, Katelynn admired the glow of the room and how he had set it up, all those pictures of rooms surrounded by twinkly lights nearly coming true before her. Granted it was candles instead but it didn’t make it any less romantic. With Christmas coming she could extend the romance in the bedroom by buying plenty of lights to decorate the room with.

Smiling, she got into position and called out a soft “Help..someone help me! I’ve been taken prisoner inside this castle by the evil army. Is anyone brave enough to fight them off and come rescue me or am I doomed to live out the rest of my life trapped here…?”

She tried her best to make it sound authentic and lonely rather than cheesy as she waited for Jack to make his grand entrance.

Jack did his best not to laugh. Really, she had a very good voice for the part – if he hadn’t seen that she was hiding in a pile of pillows, he could have believed she really was in trouble. 

“Fear not, dear lady! Help is on the way!” With that, he made his way across the bedroom with dramatic leaps and twirls, making his cape flow as he went. If the costume had come with a sword, he would have drawn it, but for the sake of Jack’s pacifist nature (and for the sake of not knocking anything over), it was probably for the best he didn’t have one. 

He reached her bedside, and crept into the pillow fort as best he could without disturbing it. “Princess, are you hurt? Don’t worry, you’re safe now. Th-the evil army has been vanquished." 

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“Jack!” she called out in surprise, forgetting to call him by his roleplay name as she bound her hands around his shoulder to hold on tight. He had never carried her bridal style before and yet it was so romantic, like something out a movie that she couldn’t help a tiny squeal of happiness. “O-Oh wow..”

Definite turn on for her as she hid her face in his neck for a moment. “So the prince has rescued his princess from the evil doer or are you planting me in the ‘castle’ where you will come rescue me?”

She still needed to build the fort to give it the full effect to but she was happy enough in his arms for now.

Jack hoped she wasn’t going to expect him to carry her like this regularly. He could manage it for short distances, when he was excited enough, but it was still hard to keep her safe and balanced. Not to mention, he liked it more when she took the lead; he wished she didn’t feel so self-conscious about ‘seducing’ him, because he loved knowing how much she wanted him. But this was special, and part of the fantasy. 

“Mm, whichever you’d prefer, my love.” He laid Katelynn gently down on the soft quilt. The lights were off, but it would be easy – and more romantic – for him to fetch some candles from the other room. “This is your fairy tale, after all.” 

She giggled as she adjusted herself on the bed and grabbed the pillows. “Let me make the ‘castle’ then and you can come in to ‘rescue’ me like you’ve just fought some great battle to get through but instead of taking me away and with everything safe we just ‘snuggle’ here?” she suggested, putting the pillow up to hide half of her face and cover up her excited smile.

Plus it would give him that time to set up candles as she grabbed as many pillows as she could and set them on top of each other in a way where they wouldn’t fall.

He couldn’t help chuckling a little as well. “As you wish!” he bowed with a sweep of his cape, and headed away to get the candles. 

Soon Jack had brought back an armful of them, and it wasn’t long before the bedroom was bathed in a soft golden glow. With the curtains drawn, the whole effect was very romantic; the two of them could almost believe they really were in a medieval castle. 

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Well now she definitely felt sheepish as he was trying to be romantic while she had tried to seduce him again. She ducked her head a bit to hide her blushing cheeks and just danced with him, unable to keep the smile of happiness of her face.

“Prince Jackson,” she began to keep up the fantasy, “you’re a marvelous dancer. Surely there are many princesses in the land who would jump at the opportunity to be with you and yet I feel so lucky as to be the one you picked; to be the one who is graced with your presence.”

She could almost hear an orchestra playing for them, imagining they were out on a marble dance floor with streamers hanging off of tall archways in a castle.

“The honor is all mine, fair Katelynn,” he replied with a lovesick smile. Even if they were just dancing in their living room, to music from a movie, it was still more than he’d ever thought he’d have. During his adolescence and young adulthood, he’d dreamed of finding someone who would love him just as he was, but in his heart, he’d always believed he was too shy and strange for it to ever come true. 

But now he’d found Katelynn – lovely, sweet, brave Katelynn – and the years of loneliness seemed more than worth it. Yes, it hadn’t always been easy, but as far as Jack was concerned, the good times far outweighed the bad. They had each other, their love, and the promise of a future together, and that was all he could have wished for. 

He kept dancing with her, pressing his body against hers. Just because he’d wanted to dance first didn’t mean he had forgotten what she had in mind – quite the opposite! As the movie finally ended and the TV fell silent, Jack carefully bent his knees, and scooped Katelynn into his arms. 

“Come, my princess. Let us retire to our chambers.” 

The painter was thin and not very strong, but she was so slight that it wasn’t hard for him to hold her up. Smiling, he carried her, bridal-style, into the bedroom, and nudged the door shut behind him. 

“Jack!” she called out in surprise, forgetting to call him by his roleplay name as she bound her hands around his shoulder to hold on tight. He had never carried her bridal style before and yet it was so romantic, like something out a movie that she couldn’t help a tiny squeal of happiness. “O-Oh wow..”

Definite turn on for her as she hid her face in his neck for a moment. “So the prince has rescued his princess from the evil doer or are you planting me in the ‘castle’ where you will come rescue me?”

She still needed to build the fort to give it the full effect to but she was happy enough in his arms for now.

Jack hoped she wasn’t going to expect him to carry her like this regularly. He could manage it for short distances, when he was excited enough, but it was still hard to keep her safe and balanced. Not to mention, he liked it more when she took the lead; he wished she didn’t feel so self-conscious about ‘seducing’ him, because he loved knowing how much she wanted him. But this was special, and part of the fantasy. 

“Mm, whichever you’d prefer, my love.” He laid Katelynn gently down on the soft quilt. The lights were off, but it would be easy – and more romantic – for him to fetch some candles from the other room. “This is your fairy tale, after all." 

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“I’m not really all that innocent,” she murmured bashfully as she turned her gaze away to look at the movie, seeing the musical number of “You’re The One That I Want” come on. Unable to help it and even if the lines were sung by Danny, she leaned up to kiss his jawline and began singing, though in a more subdued alto than the high beat way Danny was belting.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying
And I’m loosing control
Cause the power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying…

See?” she finished, her body flush against his. Now that the tea was consumed and their pieces of cake eaten she figured it was time to roleplay unless he other ideas.

How could he have other ideas, with the feel of her lips on his skin and her body pressed against him, all softness and warmth? Jack let out a very un-princely little whimper, trying to force himself to calm down and stay in character for the fantasy. “Oh y-yes, I see.” 

Since the music was still playing, Jack got to his feet, nudging the trays out of the way with his boot. He helped Katelynn up, and pulled her to dance with him, still holding her close as he hummed along with the final song: 

We go together, like rama-lama-lama-ka-dinga-da-dinga-dong
Remembered forever, as shoobop-sha-wadda-wadda-yippity-boom-de-boom
Chang-chang-changitty-chang-shoobop
That’s the way it should be

We’re one of a kind, like dip-dadip-dadip-doowop-da-doobee-doo
Our names are signed, boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-shooby-doowop-shebop
Chang-chang-changitty-changshoobop
We’ll always be like one …

Well now she definitely felt sheepish as he was trying to be romantic while she had tried to seduce him again. She ducked her head a bit to hide her blushing cheeks and just danced with him, unable to keep the smile of happiness of her face.

“Prince Jackson,” she began to keep up the fantasy, “you’re a marvelous dancer. Surely there are many princesses in the land who would jump at the opportunity to be with you and yet I feel so lucky as to be the one you picked; to be the one who is graced with your presence.”

She could almost hear an orchestra playing for them, imagining they were out on a marble dance floor with streamers hanging off of tall archways in a castle.

“The honor is all mine, fair Katelynn,” he replied with a lovesick smile. Even if they were just dancing in their living room, to music from a movie, it was still more than he’d ever thought he’d have. During his adolescence and young adulthood, he’d dreamed of finding someone who would love him just as he was, but in his heart, he’d always believed he was too shy and strange for it to ever come true. 

But now he’d found Katelynn – lovely, sweet, brave Katelynn – and the years of loneliness seemed more than worth it. Yes, it hadn’t always been easy, but as far as Jack was concerned, the good times far outweighed the bad. They had each other, their love, and the promise of a future together, and that was all he could have wished for. 

He kept dancing with her, pressing his body against hers. Just because he’d wanted to dance first didn’t mean he had forgotten what she had in mind – quite the opposite! As the movie finally ended and the TV fell silent, Jack carefully bent his knees, and scooped Katelynn into his arms. 

“Come, my princess. Let us retire to our chambers." 

The painter was thin and not very strong, but she was so slight that it wasn’t hard for him to hold her up. Smiling, he carried her, bridal-style, into the bedroom, and nudged the door shut behind him. 

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Snuggling against him, she couldn’t believe she had been bold enough to suggest something like that but at least he liked the idea. She took comfort in that. But just like him now she was distracted by other thoughts, fantasies and such running through her mind that she had forgotten they were replacing dialogue in the movie. Her fingers were busy playing with the buttons of his princely coat as she bit down on her lip.

And then suggested changing her look for a guy just so she could fit in with his friends and they wouldn’t tease him about dating a goody goody.

“Poor Sandy gave in to peer pressure it seems..if Danny really loved her he would have loved her the way she was, for who she was. Just like I did with you.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“I know.” Jack let out a low, unhappy sigh as he watched the made-over Sandy, with her new, aggressively sexual look and attitude that, to him, seemed fake and forced. “I remember hating this part of the movie the first time I watched it. And I didn’t understand it. He did like her, when they were together at the beginning.” 

He smiled back at her. “And, I admit, I liked the old Sandy a lot more. Looking back now … she reminds me a lot of you, Katelynn. In a good way,” he added quickly. 

“I’m not really all that innocent,” she murmured bashfully as she turned her gaze away to look at the movie, seeing the musical number of “You’re The One That I Want” come on. Unable to help it and even if the lines were sung by Danny, she leaned up to kiss his jawline and began singing, though in a more subdued alto than the high beat way Danny was belting.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying
And I’m loosing control
Cause the power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying…

See?” she finished, her body flush against his. Now that the tea was consumed and their pieces of cake eaten she figured it was time to roleplay unless he other ideas.

How could he have other ideas, with the feel of her lips on his skin and her body pressed against him, all softness and warmth? Jack let out a very un-princely little whimper, trying to force himself to calm down and stay in character for the fantasy. “Oh y-yes, I see." 

Since the music was still playing, Jack got to his feet, nudging the trays out of the way with his boot. He helped Katelynn up, and pulled her to dance with him, still holding her close as he hummed along with the final song: 

We go together, like rama-lama-lama-ka-dinga-da-dinga-dong
Remembered forever, as shoobop-sha-wadda-wadda-yippity-boom-de-boom
Chang-chang-changitty-chang-shoobop
That’s the way it should be

We’re one of a kind, like dip-dadip-dadip-doowop-da-doobee-doo
Our names are signed, boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-shooby-doowop-shebop
Chang-chang-changitty-changshoobop
We’ll always be like one …

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Clinging to the front of his princely attire, Katelynn hid her face against his chest as he confessed that, hoping to hide away from the ridiculous amount of blushing she had done tonight. If he wasn’t careful she might faint from it.

“It doesn’t make you sound like a pig, love. If anything..I think I pretty much seduced you that first time and sometimes it made me guilty, like I should have waited longer. But that night was just so magical and you were so romantic and cute..No one had ever loved me like this before and I just..knew you were the perfect one because you stayed by my side at the hospital when no one else did. And you’ve only continued proving I made the right choice. So I guess waiting wouldn’t have mattered because of our desire to be together, right?”

She peeked up from his chest, smiling up at him and resting her chin there. “Still amazes me sometimes that you’re real and you loved me so fast..but waiting until after marriage seems rather antiquated now?”

Suddenly having an idea, she leaned up to whisper, “If you want, we can pretend tonight is the first time for both of us, maybe I’m Princess Katelynn and you’re the handsome Prince Jackson who rescues her and whisks her away to castle and takes her virginity?”

It was rather embarrassing to suggest but it could also be fun. They could even build a fort out of pillows to complete the stage. She ducked away from his eyes rather sheepishly.

He cradled her close against him, hugging her as she rested her head against his chest. Even if it might mess up their outfits, oh, he needed so badly to hold her after what she’d just said. 

“Please, Katelynn, don’t feel guilty about it.” Jack nuzzled his cheek against her hair. “Never, ever feel guilty about it. What happened that night … it was so wonderful. I still think about it. N-not just because it was my first time, but because it was my first time with you.” He smiled softly. “If you seduced me, I was happy to be seduced.” 

His blue fingers combed gently through her sandy-brown hair. “We were meant for each other. Wh-when you love someone, when you want them, and you’re both sure of it … what’s the point of waiting? Real love happens so rarely. I never thought I’d find …” Jack realized he was rambling, so he stopped himself and simply hugged Katelynn tighter, letting his touch say all the things he couldn’t express in words. 

And then he heard her idea. His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned purple again. Gulping, he managed to answer, “Uh … y-yes, we could do that. I’d like that. I’d like that very much.” He kissed her forehead. “You deserve your special night, Princess Katelynn. Your prince will see that you have it.”

Thinking about it, though, was going to make it hard for Jack to pay attention to the rest of movie. 

Snuggling against him, she couldn’t believe she had been bold enough to suggest something like that but at least he liked the idea. She took comfort in that. But just like him now she was distracted by other thoughts, fantasies and such running through her mind that she had forgotten they were replacing dialogue in the movie. Her fingers were busy playing with the buttons of his princely coat as she bit down on her lip.

And then suggested changing her look for a guy just so she could fit in with his friends and they wouldn’t tease him about dating a goody goody.

“Poor Sandy gave in to peer pressure it seems..if Danny really loved her he would have loved her the way she was, for who she was. Just like I did with you.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“I know.” Jack let out a low, unhappy sigh as he watched the made-over Sandy, with her new, aggressively sexual look and attitude that, to him, seemed fake and forced. “I remember hating this part of the movie the first time I watched it. And I didn’t understand it. He did like her, when they were together at the beginning." 

He smiled back at her. "And, I admit, I liked the old Sandy a lot more. Looking back now … she reminds me a lot of you, Katelynn. In a good way,” he added quickly.