AN: Thought I'd try something different, so here's an Alice and Jasper fic to get your cute on. And maybe some fun stuff too. Don't own Twilight but I do own a weird little brain.

Alice stared at the mirror blankly. She was naked, her messy bangs clipped back from her face, her choker dark against her white-as-snow skin.

Alice had never liked her body. At 4'9" she wasn't exactly blessed in the height department, but it appeared that her chest followed suit, never growing past a 28B, and her curves were more...ripples. Mere undulations that couldn't topple a pea.

Her flat stomach and thin legs made it easy to shop for jeans so long as she shopped in the kids section, as even the smallest sizes were far too long on her.

And her face! Elf, pixie and imp were all names used in the past to describe her, tiny woodland fairy creatures! Her nose was pointed and upturned, her ears thin and barely curved, her eyes big and blue and framed by the longest, pure black eyelashes.

Maybe she should grow her hair? Or try tanning? Get some tattoos maybe?

"Allie?"

"Jay! I wasn't expecting you home for a while yet, are you alright?"

Jasper Whitlock was the most gorgeous man Alice had ever seen. Standing at 6'4", he was a giant in comparison to her; his chin length, wavy, dirty blonde hair always so very soft, his eyes always full of love. He was built, spending day after day training the new recruits on the force.

And there he stood in his Police issued running gear. He had been out teaching gun management to some of the new boys and had decided to work out a little after with them. As he wiped his brow the shirt rode up, exposing part of the visible but not rock solid six pack he had developed over the last few months.

Jasper looked her up and down.

"What are you doin' there sweetheart?"

"I...Why me Jay?" Alice ducked her head, looking to her tiny feet with dark blue polish. She heard footsteps coming from the other side of the room.

"You know why."

Jasper gently grabbed her shoulders, turning her back to the mirror. He had already done this several times, but he knew it would happen again and again. Being abandoned by her parents had caused severe anxiety and self confidence issues in his fiancée and he wouldn't ever ignore her when she needed him.

"Look up baby. I mean it, look. Now, let's start at the bottom. You have the sweetest little feet Allie," he nudged her heel with his toe, "and the most gorgeous legs ever. I love feeling them round me and I love when you wear skirts so I can get a look. Your ass is the damn best ass I've ever seen. Round and firm and so damn good, and then your perfect little stomach and your amazing breasts, look how perfect they are."

"You can't even see them Jay, I barely have any."

"You're wrong baby, they're perfect. And your neck, so long and smooth, so beautiful. Your skin is the most amazing ivory, your hair the most intense black I've ever seen. And those eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. I could look at them forever."

Jasper began peeling his sweaty shirt off, his sweats riding low on his hips.

"But you know what I love most about them?" Jasper toed off his shoes, dropping his sweats to the floor, followed by his black boxer briefs.

"The way you look at me when I do this," he said, as he gently pushed her to the bed, kissing her neck as he slowly entered her, listening carefully to every little whimper. As they reached their ends, Jasper lifted her left hand and, as she opened her eyes, kissed the ring he had put there not a month before.

Pushed over the edge by her future husband's perfection, Alice came, trembling in his sturdy arms. He followed soon after, rolling to hold her above him.

"I love you Allie, no matter what you look like, you're perfect to me."

"I love you too, Jay. And don't worry... you're a looker too."