Ever since Edward found Bella, our love had been put to the test. It was as if ours' was paled in comparison.
I let out a soft hiss. Either Edward--or more likely, Bella-- had decided upon that night's activities.
Even with such bitter thoughts, I couldn't help but smile as I watched Bella and Edward twining on their bedroom floor. That was one thing I couldn't envy them. Their physical relationship.
Both virgins before each other, they had no idea what they were missing.
As if he knew what I was thinking, I felt Jasper's long, slender fingers slip around my waist.
"You didn't switch gifts with Edward, did you?" I accused playfully as I felt his hands dance down to the edge of my shirt, pulling it up gently.
He laughed softly in my ear. "Mmmm...No, your mood..." He whispered, his smooth lips caressing the skin just below my ear. "Is infectious."
I shuddered, and turned towards him. He may have the control to slowly remove my clothing, but his ripped away from his body under my hands.
He stayed silent as his hands moved down my stomach to the front of my jeans. I shuddered again, leaning forward, and tracing his lips with my tongue. His own snook out, pushing mine back inside my mouth, where they twined and wrestled.
As his fingers slipped, I heard a ripping, and the remains of my jeans fluttered to the floor. I smiled. He was as impatient as I was, and my underwear fell to the ground in much the same fashion and state of dismantlement. He gently propelled me back, onto the bed, into the moonlight that fell across, illuminating my bra and making my already white skin shine paler underneath the black lace. For a moment, he simply hovered above me, staring down with satisfaction. Then his hands reached around me, and stroked the clasps of my bra almost thoughtfully. Slowly, deliberately, he undid the first one.
An impatient whimper rose in my throat, and he stared cruelly down at me as he undid the second even slower. Finally, my bra slipped to the floor, and Jasper leaned over me, our bodies now parallel, and rested his hands over my breasts, squeezing lightly.
"Alice..." He whispered in my ear, his voice dark, hungry. Though it wasn't blood he now thirsted for. It was the last word spoken, though not the last sound made in the hours of bliss that followed after he eased my legs apart and moved inside of me.
Awhile later-A long while later, we lay side by side, our breathing heavy.
"Where'd they go again?" I gasped out, reviewing every second of our bliss in my mind.
"Who cares?He murmured into my ear, trailing a finger from my throat down, down, down to my thigh, then slowly back up to my neck, where he rested his hand. He sighed. "But I suppose it would be nice to know how much longer we have alone..."
With his beautiful voice in my ear, how could I resist? Obediently, I closed my eyes and searched for a time. "Four minutes and thirty-six seconds until they're home." I said, dreading the time he would reclothe his body.
"Then we should take advantage of the time." He said, turning into my body, gathering me in his arms and pressing his lips to mine. Our bodies held no space between them as we kissed.
All too soon, we heard them come home. Jasper untangled himself from me, and made for the closet. I launched myself off the bed and knocked him over, pinning him to the ground.
Downstairs, I heard Emmett's booming laugh. I hissed in retaliation, and heard more laughs joining his.
Getting reluctantly off Jasper, and picking up the shredded remains of our clothing I couldn't help but think: And they think I never wear the same thing twice because I enjoy shopping...
Edward's quiet laugh came through the floorboards from downstairs.