Hi guys. : ) I'm really in the mood for some writing today, so I decided to do a one shot on Alice and Jasper. ;D I do not own anyone or anything in this miniature-story. :}
Alice's POV.
"Jasper…? Jasperrrr?!" I
called my other-half's name. He was nowhere to be seen. I
concentrated on my mind, and found where he was. In Edward's room,
looking out the window with Nessie. I skipped to the door of Edward's
room, and opened the door in one swift movement. I grinned at what I
saw. Jasper was holding Nessie up against the glass, and her warm
breath was causing there to be condensation on the pristine glass. I
walked silently to their side, and glanced out onto the meadow.
Edward and Bella lay there, talking. Occasionally, both of them would
laugh, or one of them would kiss the other lightly. It was beautiful.
I knew mine and Jasper's relationship wasn't like that. We didn't
touch each other as passionately as Edward and Bella did. We touched
each other's faces, or each other's shoulder. That seemed enough
for Jasper, but it didn't seem quite enough for me. And I hated
myself for it.
Edward whispered something to Bella, and she
nodded. They both looked up at us, and waved. The perfect couple.
Nessie demanded the window to be open, and so Jasper opened it. She
climbed down the vines gently, and skipped over to her mother and
father. Jasper turned to me, and put a hand at the side of my cheek.
Then he walked out the room.
I sat on the window-ledge, and
Edward was looking up. He nodded at me.
Jasper's POV.
I was slowly making my way to my
brilliant motorcycle when Edward appeared. "Jazz." He greeted me
with a smile.
"Ed." I smiled back.
"You're not with
Alice?" He asked.
"Naww. I think she's planning to go
shopping." I leaned against the motorcycle carefully.
"She's
not." He tapped his head. "Take her somewhere, Jazz. Woo her."
He gestured to the bike, and left me alone in the garage. I thought
about what he had said for a minute, and I made my decision.
Alice's POV.
"Alice?" I heard his voice, and
walked towards it.
"Yes?" I squeaked. He hugged me, and I
rested my head on his shoulder. We didn't do this often.
"Edward
told me about a place. Lets go." He gathered me up in his arms, and
we practically flew. Next thing I knew, we were next to his present
that Edward had given him. He gave me a helmet. As if I needed it.
He climbed on, as did I. Slowly, Jazz continued to kick start he
motorcycle in one quick movement, and we were off, out of the garage
doors.
He didn't tell me where we were going, and I didn't
look into the future to see, either. I wanted it to be a surprise for
myself.
Suddenly, we were in a beautiful, beautiful meadow. The
sun shone onto the bright green sweet looking grass, and the flowers
practically sang with beauty. It was perfect, and it was Edward's.
I remembered him describing it to me a while back.
"What are we
doing here?" I asked my lover, but he didn't answer. He lay his
hand around my waist, and pulled me onto his lap as well as sitting
down. All in one. I lay on top of him, staring into his beautiful
eyes. My eyes.
"Alice…" He breathed, and raised his head, so
it was closer to mine. I pressed my lips lightly to his. He pressed
his lightly to mine. Then kissed me again. His hand made it's way
to my usual spikey do, and we were layed in the middle of the meadow,
kissing. He pressed my body against his, his hand at the small of my
back. I kissed his neck, and nibbled there slightly. I raised up his
cotton tee, and kissed his scars, one by one.
He pulled my lips
back to his. A low moan gathered in his throat, and I giggled. He
stroked my cheek, and smiled.
"Love you." The words were
simple, with a huge meaning.
"Love you." My words mirrored
his.
We carried on, on, and on. We lay there for almost 24 hours.
Caressing and kissing each other. I mentally thanked Edward, as I
knew that he had something to do with this.
And then it happened.
Jazz made love to me. The first time in a while; I knew it wouldn't
happen for a while again.
That's what made it so special.
What'd you think? O;
I don't
really know about it. It was kind of a ten-minute thing. {:
R&R?
I love reviews, they mean muchly to me.
Thanks guyz.
.-#'Beth.
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