Summary: Post-movie. Jack and Sally decide what they mean to each other and where to take their relationship. One-shot.
Disclaimer: Well, I'm pretty sure we all know I'm not Tim Burton. I don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas or any of it's wonderful characters.
As they stared into each other's eyes, their arms still lingering around each other, they both felt the warm tingle inside. They both saw the sparkle in the other's eyes.
They just stood, remaining in the same position for a while. They didn't need to say anything, because the words they had just sung said it all.
Sally was astonished that she, she, out of all people was in Jack Skellington's arms and had just kissed his bony lips. She had always admired him, but never knew he could ever even manage to feel the same for her.
Jack couldn't believe he was with Sally. He had never imagined himself the type to settle down with a relationship. He was more of the adventure type guy. And yet, he had just kissed and expressed his love for who he thought was the most beautiful woman in all of Halloween Town.
She stroked his face. "Jack," she gently whispered.
"Sally," he whispered back.
He leaned his head on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his went around her back. They were entwined, and never wanted to let go.
"What does this mean?" Sally inquired.
Jack didn't respond; he was too focused on the soft feel and wonderfully horrible smell of Sally's hair. He stroked it gently, while smelling each strand he brought to his face.
Sally giggled. "Stop, I'm ticklish."
This entertained Jack; knowing that Sally was ticklish. He continued and even tried harder to tickle her.
He brought his hands to her waist, and began to run his fingers on it. Her stomach heaved as she squirmed and laughed out of surprise and delight.
She tried to push him away but his bony body seemed surprisingly strong, even though he had no muscles. They fell to the ground. Jack was now on top of her, continuing to attack her with his hands.
They both were laughing now. Jack's deep laugh was matched harmoniously with Sally's melodic one.
He stopped tickling her. They both were catching their breath. Jack was still on top of Sally. His face meeting hers.
As the laughing died down, Sally asked, "What does this mean?"
Jack smiled. "I think it means you're extremely ticklish."
Sally laughed and pushed Jack off of her. They both sat up. He gathered her up so she was leaning against his bony frame.
"Seriously, Jack. What does this make us?"
"Well, what do you want to be?" Jack asked.
Sally showed a look of shock. "I want to be more than just friends," she said quietly while bowing her head.
He lifted her chin with his hand and said, "Alright then."
"Does this mean, you-"
"Love you? Yes, I do."
Sally's eyes filled with tears, obviously unbelieving. "Really?"
"Really," Jack said and took her hands in his own. "I want you to come live with me. You don't deserve the treatment the doctor gives you. You deserve a happier and better life. You should settle down with someone and enjoy your life. Someone like me."
Sally was now sobbing. She couldn't contain her happiness. She threw her arms around him while nodding her head over and over.
"Oh, and Sally?" Jack started.
"I have one more thing to ask you…" Jack paused.
"Go on," Sally encouraged him.
He whispered softly in her ear, "Will you marry me?"
That was when Sally lost control. She was now on top of Jack, her mouth attacking his. Her enthusiastic response was receipted as a yes.
The ghost dog Zero had been watching the two for quite some time. He decided to go chew on the rib bone he had previously gotten from his master so he could leave the two soon-to-be lovers to themselves.