Disclaimer: I love Jasper and Alice dearly, but unfortunately they belong to Mrs Meyer, and not myself.
Glimmer
by: Lou
I stood in the doorway, watching her. It was possibly the best feeling in the world (and it was all my own) to watch her stand motionless in her underwear as she watched the moon rise over the trees in our glass haven. The arch of her back, the smell of her skin, the sound of her breathing – it all hit me like no other seemingly ordinary things could. Like poetry for my soul.
I longed for her. I wanted to touch and kiss her, to feel her tiny frame in my arms and to know that it belonged to me. So, as I stood there half naked in the doorway and made my decision to kiss her, I felt her mood jump in delight and anticipation and knew that she was smiling. That was all right though; I had a plan for wiping that grin right off her face.
"Jasper," she sighed, brushing her fingers across my collarbone when I approached. I watched as she let her eyes roam my body, and she subconsciously traced a scar on my chest. I, of course, could only return the favor of admiring the beautiful sculpture provided for me. Sliding my hands around her waste, I could feel Alice's lust and love bubble up, encircling us. I ran a hand up her lower back, brushing smoothly over her bra strap, and continuing to her neck. I took the liberty of kissing her there before tracing her lips with my fingers.
She sighed then, closing her eyes and pulling me close. "Dance with me," I told her, moving my hands to her side.
"I thought you'd never ask." She smiled and took my hand, "You're far to predictable, you know."
"Only to you," I replied, slowly spinning us around the room with ease from familiarity. She merely laughed quietly at this, and bent forward to rest her head on my chest. I probed the air for feelings again, and found only contentment – both hers and mine. Alone to be happy. I glanced down at the ring around Alice's fourth finger. It glimmered in the moonlight, and I remembered what she had said the night I proposed to her so long ago.
"It shines…subtly."
She had then traced a scar on my neck, and we watched it shimmer slightly in the coming light of morning.
"It's a reminder. Just like you."
All my imperfections – my past especially, were disregarded with Alice. It wan an unspoken mutual agreement that we were about the future. There was no dwelling on difficulties and unwanted memories of the past. We simply looked forward, and everything we saw was the glimmering promise of each other.
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