Author's Note: Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like one last hurrah, and hopefully enough fluffy fluff for all of you loyal readers. Jack, Sally, and all other "Nightmare" characters belong to Tim Burton, Danny Elfman, Henry Selick, and the good people at Disney and Touchstone pictures. Any other characters that appear in this story, except perhaps for Billy, are taken from mythology or history and not really mine either. The plot is mine though, dialogue too. So there.

Amazingly enough, the horses drawing the chariot managed to make it to their destination without repeating their less-than-graceful entrance at the wedding ceremony, and what a destination it was. When Jack and Sally stepped out of the chariot, the first thing they felt was some familiarity. Though neither of them had been in this particular area before, there was something about it that made them feel comfortable. While Jack took luggage and bags out of the chariot, Sally walked a bit towards a cliff and realized that they had indeed been in the area before.

"Jack, look down there," Sally said.

"What is it?" Jack asked as he walked next to her, carrying all of the bags.

"I know where we are. Look," Sally said, pointing down.

They were staring at a large, heart-shaped lake. From where Jack and Sally were standing at the moment, they had an eagle-eye view of Valentine Town. They could see everything from the lake to Venus' temple and the buildings placed around the streets. Not sure whether or not to go up or down, Jack looked back to the chariot only to see that the horses had taken off. In their place, however, was a winding mountain trail that had a heart-shaped arrow sign pointing to it. With no other way to go, Jack and Sally followed the trail all the way to a small cabin that had a note nailed to the door.

"'Jack. My apologies for telling on you. Hope this makes up for it. Cupid'," Jack read as he took the note off the door. "Looks like we're in the right place."

"That was nice of him," Sally said as she reached to pick up a bag.

"No. First we have to honor the tradition."

"What tradition?"

"This one," Jack said as he picked Sally up by surprise and kicked open the door.

"Jack," Sally said in a giggle as he carried her over the threshold.

After a moment, Jack gently lowered Sally to the floor until she got her footing. They looked into the cabin and were, to be honest, a bit horrified. Everything was either pink, red, lacy, very fluffy, or a combination of all four. Well, they were in Valentine Town after all. Still, it was a bit unsettling when Jack sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and nearly sank into the cushions.

"Need help, husband?" Sally asked Jack in a teasing manner.

"Thank you, wife," Jack replied, stretching out his arms and allowing Sally to pull him up into an embrace. "That couch almost ate me."

"Jack, after all we've been through, I'm not losing you to a couch."

"No need to worry about losing me to anything, Sally," Jack said as he reached in for a kiss.

"Jack?" Sally asked, breaking the kiss.


"I think it's time we got the book out."

This pleasantly surprised the Pumpkin King. At that moment, his mind wasn't even on the book. But now that it was mentioned, well, there was no harm in looking for it. And so, they did. Jack and Sally looked through every bag and piece of luggage they had. Then they looked again, and again, and again. After a good hour and a half of searching, the book didn't turn up. Needless to say, this was very frustrating for the newlyweds.

"Where could it be? We didn't leave it at the Winchester House, did we?" Sally asked Jack as they both plopped down on the dark red rug in front of the fireplace.

"If we did, those ghosts will be entertained for a while. At least until Mrs. Winchester checks up on them," Jack said, trying to hold in a chuckle as he did so.

"Jack, this isn't funny. Without the book, how can we-?" Sally started before blushing.

"Oh, we'll find a way," Jack said. "Think about it. We both saw the book. I can remember a few things, can't you?"

"I can. They just scare me."

"Scare you? Why is that?"

"For one thing, everyone in that book is naked. And, I don't know, I feel a little shy being naked in front of you."

"Sally, it's alright. You're very beautiful."

"It's just… my stitches are everywhere. They continue beneath my clothing. I'm scared they're not strong enough to hold me together and if I happen to fall apart when we make love, it would be very embarrassing.

"If anything, I'll hold you together. And don't worry about any nakedness. You've seen me naked."

"No I haven't! When was this?"

"Oh, wait. That was before you had a soul. And long before the potions."

"Before I had a soul?"

"Sally, it was long ago. The point is I've been naked in your presence. Perhaps that is why I'm not very nervous about it."

"I guess so," Sally said before another thought came to her mind. "Jack, what did you mean by before the potions?"

"I think it's better if I show you," Jack said.

With that, Jack unbuttoned his jacket and then took off his shirt. Sally was surprised to see that Jack's torso wasn't made up of just a ribcage and a spine. Now there were black, sinewy muscles wrapping around his bones. Where Jack once had just a collarbone he had a real chest and shoulders to boot. Sally curiously put her hand to Jack's chest before putting her head against it, shuddering lightly when she felt Jack's hand begin to graze her hair.

"How does it feel?" Jack asked Sally.

"Wonderful," Sally replied before she felt Jack begin to stand up. "Jack?"

"Sally, I'm starting to think we might not need that book after all."

"I think you're right," Sally said as she stood up beside him.

"In that case," Jack said as he picked Sally up once again. "I never thought I'd say this in the middle of the day, but I think it's time we get to bed."

Sally replied with a kiss, giving Jack an extra spring in his step as he carried Sally over the threshold to the cabin bedroom. Once they were both inside, he closed the door and locked every possible lock there was on it. No one was going to disturb them. No one.

The Next Morning…

What a wonderful dream. Sally turned in her sleep and could have sworn it happened. For hours, she and Jack were together. It took a few tries to get things right, and it did hurt at first, but it was worth it. The way he made her feel was indescribable. It was as if she was falling apart, but in a good way. Sally yawned and turned over once again, expecting to wake up in the room Doctor Finkelstein kept for her in his lab. Instead, she opened her eyes to two open eye sockets gazing down at her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Skellington," Jack cooed, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well?"

"This isn't a dream," Sally said in a blissful yet tired tone.

"If it is, I don't ever want to wake up."

"Neither do I."

"Stay right here and dream a little longer then," Jack said as he started to get up.

"Where are you going?" Sally asked.

"To the bathroom to take a shower. No peeking."

"Not even a little?"

"Maybe, if you're up to it," Jack said as he finally left the bed, not even bothering to put a robe on as he walked to the bathroom.

Sally lasted a good eight minutes before she followed him. She crept to the closed bathroom door as quietly as she could in order to sneak up on him completely. It seemed she'd have no problem doing so. Jack was singing something, so he was obviously distracted. Sally smiled to herself as she pushed the door open gently and slinked into the bathroom.

"Loveliest woman I've ever seen, my wife, joy of my afterlife, my Pumpkin Queen," Jack said as Sally pulled the shower curtain open.

"Yes?" she asked coyly.

"Ah, a bit impatient for the shower I see," Jack said with a devilish grin.

"It's not the shower I'm impatient for," Sally said as she stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind her.

As expected, it was a good while before either Jack or Sally focused on getting themselves clean. Luckily, they weren't wrapped in an intimate moment later that day when they got an unexpected visitor. The Mayor stood on the outer threshold of the cabin, rambling about how Mrs. Winchester and Venus got into a fight over a book that supposedly belonged to the happy couple. As awkward as it was to have the Mayor hand them Erato's present, Jack and Sally were glad to have it back. After all, they could see if they missed anything important now.

Much to their surprise, Jack and Sally found that the book was far more fun to use than scary. They referenced it many times in the course of their honeymoon and were looking forward to using it at home. Of course, there was one slight problem with that. The bed Jack and Sally were provided with on their honeymoon was large, much larger than their bed at home. Unfortunately, Jack didn't take this into consideration. After he and Sally made love in their own home for the first time, he fell out of bed and hurt some of his back muscles. That put him out of commission for a few days, at the very least, and he wasn't very happy about it.

"Why does nothing ever turn out like it should," Jack asked himself as he lay down on the couch in the living room, listening to Sally in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Jack. You'll be better in a few days," she said as she walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. "Don't strain yourself," she warned him as he propped himself up as best he could.

"Oh, Sally, what would I do without you?" Jack asked as she passed him the bowl of soup. "Honestly, the first thing I do when I'm better is find a larger bed."

"That's good to hear," Sally said as she rubbed his skull gently.

"After that, well, I kind of need your help with everything else I want to do," Jack said, grinning.

"You have it. You'll always have it," Sally replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Now have your soup. I have to go talk to the Mayor about some Halloween plans. Until you're better, I'm in charge. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Jack said, smiling as Sally blew a kiss to him upon leaving Skellington manor.

Jack looked down into his bowl of soup and sighed happily. Ok, so pretty much nothing had gone to plan. He and Sally eloped instead of having a grand wedding. He dressed in drag for his own bachelor party. The moment he got home from his honeymoon, he managed to injure himself in a way that would postpone any further intimate moments with Sally. Despite all of this, Jack was happy. There was a lesson in all of this, he was sure of it. But at the moment, all he wanted was his soup, and for his back muscles to kindly hurry up in healing.

The End

I tried to keep it as PG-13 as possible. Hope you enjoyed!