A/N: This is the first chapter in my collection of random drabbles, O/S and outtakes. The pairings for each will be at the top and why they were written. Thanks for reading!

These drabbles were written for EchoesatTwilight's birthday. Big thanks to theladyingrey42 for the prompts and the beta-job! This is some Jasper and Edward slashy goodness.

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Angle

I crouch on the sidewalk edge, feeling the breeze on my back from the traffic. Squinting at the screen again, I try to catch the angle of the sun shining off the building of glass and steel above me.

I exhale and hit the shutter release, then put my glasses on to see the result.

I curse when I see auburn hair destroying the shot. The sun slips behind a cloud and I have, once again, missed the opportunity.

I growl in frustration and turn to kick something, anything, but I'm suddenly distracted by bronze hair in disarray over concerned deep green eyes.

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Slender

My anger melts as he mumbles his apologies, long fingers tugging through his hair in a nervous manner, eyes looking everywhere but at me.

My brain almost automatically wonders what those slender fingers could do elsewhere. How they would feel grasping my body.

I cough quickly to dispel the images and clear my head.

He's the complete opposite of me. I notice his suit is crisp, clean, well-tailored, a dichotomy to my slightly rumpled jeans and t-shirt. He lives in his office, while I live for my art. He's just a stiff, boring business man.

With eyes that I want to wake up to.

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Flicker

He's still stumbling over his words as I have forgotten to speak, my tongue tied for once in my life.

"No worries, man," I assure him.

I dig through my camera bag and find only a slightly crumpled card. His eyes flicker to my trembling fingers as I hold it out to him.

He takes it and reads it quickly before looking back up at me.

"If you want, I'd like to have lunch."

He says nothing but puts the card in his pocket. He nods once and turns on his heel and into the metal monstrosity towering over us. Cullen Enterprises.

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Flutter

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks of nothing.

Two weeks of my imagination running wild with thoughts of his fingers touching me, his verdant eyes gazing intently into mine, his full lips pressed against me.

By this point, I know I must have read him wrong. His eyes did not linger on me, nor did his tongue lick his lips slower than necessary.

My phone rings and I answer quickly without looking. My heart stops when I hear the voice I've been dreaming of sigh my name.

Again he says "Jasper?"

And I realize I haven't answered again.

"Yes."

"Did you still want to-"

Anything.

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Reflect

We meet for lunch, a very safe option. No pressure with a goodnight, no awkward kisses, just "I have to get back to work. See ya."

He chooses the meal.

I choose a small bistro overlooking the lake, the waves gently lapping at the wharf. I pick a table by the railing to guarantee an unobstructed view.

He arrives and I'm once again struck by his beauty, but this time his eyes are smiling as is his mouth. The water reflects the sunlight in rippling waves across his face as I drink him in.

Next time I don't want safe.

I want that kiss.

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Drift

I watch his eyes as we talk about nothing in particular. My fingers gather the moisture from the side of my iced tea and soon I feel cool rivulets trail across my palm.

I take a long drink, appreciating that even a Chicago bistro can make decent sweet tea. When I set it down, I catch Edward paused in mid-sentence, his mouth slack and his eyes far away.

I smirk. He shakes his head slightly and tugs his hair with his long fingers.

Could he be as affected?

I dare to hope his thoughts are drifting along the same path as mine.

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Depth

We begin to talk over the next few days, late night discussions and diatribes on all topics; nothing is sacred. We converse easily about music and film, politics and religion.

One late night, all barriers disappear and I delve head-first into the topic of my past, wanting him to know everything about me. He tries to reciprocate, but his words are seemingly torn from his heart, pieces of his soul tumbling from his mouth. His singular experience, his only love, was tarnished with hurt and shame.

I cringe at his apprehension over new relationships, desperately hoping I can teach him something different.

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Smooth

Our second date is a restaurant I don't know. Something upscale, fancy.

I await him at our reserved table, my tie too tight, my jacket too heavy. I glance at my watch again.

Have I scared him away already? Have I been played for a fool again?

It's almost too much and I'm about to gather my things and leave but then I feel a shift in the air. He's here. I can breathe again.

Then he's standing before me. Soothing words, deepest apologies, smooth fingers spreading over mine.

He gazes at me earnestly, asking forgiveness.

"Of course, Edward. No worries."

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Silk

He walks me to my door, ever the perfect gentleman, and I gently brush my fingers against his, amazed at my excitement in even the smallest touch. He shivers slightly at my side and I'm happy he is equally affected.

"Edward, want to come in?"

He looks up at me, insecurity, anxiety pouring off of him.

"Whatever you want," I reassure. And he nods, linking our hands before following me.

After closing the door, instantly my hands are tugging on his silken hair, our tongues entwining.

The heat rapidly builds between us and I can no longer take the suspense.

"Stay?"

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Gentle

Eventually, I lead him to my room and I know instinctively that I must go slow with him. I may have had some disappointments, a few betrayals, but this man was hurt. Badly.

"We can stop," I suggest, but he doesn't.

He pulls me closer and I groan as our hard lengths grind together with the motion of his hips.

I gently remove every last scrap of his clothing, bathing his body in reverence and desire. I nibble and suck until he's straining below me. I trail my fingers over his cock.

"Please Jasper. I need your mouth on me," he moans.

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Arch

His body arches as he pulses in my mouth, his screams of pleasure echoing off the walls.

He calms and I slide up him to eye level, wondering if I've pushed him too far.

"Come here," he orders, pulling me onto him, kissing me fiercely, the near electric spark between us intensifying.

"I didn't know it could be like that," he mumbles against my lips.

"Oh, it can be so much more," I insist. "Let me show you."

He tenses under me and I hope I haven't ruined everything. But then he nods, smiling softly.

"I think I would like that."

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