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Alice reflects on her and Jasper's physical relationship. When she realises what Jasper needs, she decides in typical Alice Cullen fashion that she's going to get her way no matter what.

Alice lay back on her and Jasper's bed. Everyone had gone hunting, but Alice hadn't felt the need. She wished she'd gone now, she was exceedingly bored. She wasn't tired, or uncomfortable, just plain bored. Sunlight shone through a gap in her curtain, setting millions of sparkles off around the room. Her fingers slid slowly down her stomach, gently caressing the smooth skin.

"God, Jasper. I love you Jasper!" She murmured as the tip of her index finger brushed over her clit. Images swirled in her mind of their first time, and she was lost.

*Flashback*

Alice flopped onto the couch in the most human way she could muster. Jasper winked in his charming way and followed suit. He took her hand in his, and caressed her palm lightly. She leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips softly to his. The first time she tried to kiss him he'd freaked out, telling her she didn't have to prove anything to him. Even though he was used to the kisses, she'd never tried to go farther than the tiny chaste pecks. But tonight she knew exactly what she wanted.

"Alice." He reprimanded softly, after she'd traced his lips with her tongue. She pouted.

"Jazz... I love you."

He chuckled, his rich bass sending shivers down her spine. "And I love you. But lust is different to love, trust me, I would know."

She crossed her legs, letting her modest skirt ride up over her thighs. Jasper groaned. Alice folded her arms under her breasts, forcing them up, and creating a lovely view of her cleavage.

"Alice... please. I don't think I can remain a gentleman for much longer if you keep up with that."

She grinned mischievously, and squirmed so her skirt rode even higher. She ran one finger up his thigh, noting the beginning twitches of arousal. He took her hand, and stopped her.

"Jazz, do you remember when you said you'd do anything for me, last week?"

He groaned. "Alice, please. You know I love you. You know I want you. But I don't want you to have to see me... I'm disgusting."

Her face lit up. "So you won't make love to me because you're self-conscious?"

"Alice, I'm scarred and twisted, how could you ever be intimate with me? I still don't understand how you could love me, except that you've only seen my face and neck."

"Jasper, I long to see the rest of you. You're the most beautiful creature in the world. You don't see yourself clearly. I could never explain how much I want you. How much I want you to have your way with me." She leaned forward to kiss him. Her mouth crashed onto his, her tongue slipping out to beg entrance into his mouth. He finally relented, and she began exploring his mouth.

Lust burned in her stomach, as she moved to straddle him. He broke the kiss.

"Behave, Alice. Please? The last time I was like this... was with Maria."He looked ashamed. "I want it to be special for both of us, making love, not just sex."

Alice climbed off his lap and looked at him expectantly. He sent her a wave of patience and calm. He pushed her shoulders down, so she was lying on the couch. He positioned himself ever-so-carefully over her. His lips brushed up and down her jaw, and down her neck. He found a sweet spot in the dent where her collarbone met. He sucked and licked gently, eliciting a moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Jasper danced his fingers down her ribs, to the valley of her breasts. As he kissed her again, he pulled off her shirt, breaking away to remove completely the piece of clothing. His long fingers brushed lightly over her already pert nipple. She gasped.

"You like that?" He drawled, with his perfect accent. Alice felt a spurt of moisture from her throbbing core. His eyes crinkled slightly into one of his almost smiles.

"Jazz..." She moaned, as he turned his attention to her other breast. Her hand crept around to cup the back of his neck, while he moved his mouth to suckle on her raised peak. She pressed him closer. Alice was almost ready to come with his ministrations to her chest. He pressed hot, wet open mouthed kisses down her stomach, and she wound her tiny fingers into his mop of hair. He reached the waistband of her skirt, and paused.

"Are you sure?"

Alice felt her eyes bug out of her head. "Don't... don't stop." She managed to choke out. He gave a tiny chuckle. He pushed her skirt down past her hips and off altogether. Her arousal smelt delicious, and her black French lace panties were soaked with it. He kissed along the waistband, tickling her slightly. He pulled the panties down and kissed between her folds. Alice jumped. His long tongue flicked out over her clit and her hips bucked. Jasper continued his sweet torture, and added a long, slender finger into her core.

"My god... You're so... tight." Jasper groaned. "And wet... and hot."

A brief flush of embarrassment ran through her, but she couldn't focus. He continued to pleasure her, until she was almost over the edge.

"I love you." Jasper muttered, and then returned to his work. She began to clench, and finally came, screaming his name. Jasper lapped at her sex, greedily sucking every last drop of her juices. Once she'd come down, she looked at him as seductively as she could. With still trembling fingers, Alice undid the buttons of his shirt. Jasper was still as she removed it. Alice ran her fingers over his chest, but he stopped her. Alice complied with his wishes, but slid down his body, her fingers on the button of his pants. He growled.

"What are you doing?"

"Returning the favour." Alice said simply.

"No. No way." He pulled her by the arms back up to face level. "You got what you wanted. Isn't that enough?"

Alice cried out "NO! That's not what I wanted. I mean, it is, sort of, but what about you? Don't you want some release?" She gestured to his bulging erection.

"Not like that. Not tonight." He got up from the couch, put his shirt on and left.

*End of flashback*

Alice sighed. For months it was like that. She'd thought she'd finally talked him into it, but he'd just spend all night pleasuring her, and then vehemently refuse to let her take him to the same levels of bliss. It had killed her, she felt so selfish. All she wanted was to let him feel the infinite satisfaction he'd given her. Even now, after half a century, she'd never given him a blow job, or even a hand job. They only had sex about once a week. All he wanted to do was suck her pussy, and make her, quote "happy" end quote. But she was very, very unhappy.

Yeah, it's short. There'll be more. Please review... Please? I'm very insecure. Reviews, and Radiohead are love.