Jack Frost X Reader - Heat

You loved summer. You just loved heat in general, as you had grown up in Greece before you had become the guardian of Imagination. You loved the warm winds, the rainstorms, the sent of flowers, everything.

Your boyfriend, however, hated it, being Jack Frost and all.

“You have got to be the most pitiful person on the planet.” You glanced over at him when another groan escaped, pulling you from your reading for the hundredth time. Jack said nothing, only giving you a grunt.

He was lying face down on the couch (the two of you had been staying at Tooth’s place until you could find a place of your own), arm dangling off the edge with feet thrown over the armrest. He looked dead, and you weren’t entirely sure if he was faking it or not.

He sighed and rolled over. “It’s too hot.”

You frowned. “It’s barely over 70 Jack.”

Jack just gave you a look, causing your frown to deepen. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him, as he was rather sensitive to heat, but even then…

You blinked as cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto the couch with a bounce. Jack pulled you against him before you could get away, nuzzling your neck. “But you’re nice and cold.”

You rolled your eyes. If anything he was the cold one.

“If you really want we could go to Norths-“

“Nah.” Jack cut you off, rolling over on his back with you lying on top of him. His arms were resting comfortably on your back, and he had one of his shit eating grins on his lips. “We can stay right here.”

“You’re hopeless.” You rolled your eyes, but kissed him back anyways.