Just some Alice/Jasper stuff. You could say I was inspired :)
By the way, I know the beginning doesn't make sense, I changed characters on myself, and I am too lazy right now to change it.
I was sitting on the couch, watching TV with Rose, when I saw him coming. Of course, I saw him in my head before I saw him with my eyes, but why bother with technicalities? And it's the thought that counts anyway, right? Good thing Emmett wasn't here, the irony would not escape him. Actually, he'd most likely be making gagging noises at me, from behind Rose's back. The boy loved to make fun of us.
These though processes running through my brain took less than a second,but it took him the same amount of time to walk in. Even after all of the years we had spent together, his beauty and grace made my non-existent heart beat skip. If my heart had been beating, it wouldn't be acting so normal, right about now.
I turned my eyes away from the television screen to see him walking casually towards me with a smile. He watched with wide eyes as I took him in. All five feet and nine inches of him. He wore, today, loose fitting DKNY jeans, that I had picked out, and a pale blue dress shirt. With the first few buttons undone, it revealed, or rather, teased with a small glimpse of the perfect, chiseled-out-of-marble looking chest that I knew lay hidden underneath. Oh I knew, I knew it well. Every plane, every indent, every scar; every centimeter. My hands, and my lips, had witnessed it all.
He started walking a bit faster, and I knew he was picking up on my excitement. I saw his flawless lips pull into that smile that made my skin want to melt, and he flashed his blindingly-white teeth in my direction. I followed him with my eyes, a grin forming on my face too, as he came closer. With one quick movement, he was sitting on the coach where I had been, and placed me on his lap, facing him.
Rose stood up, grabbed the remote, and flicked the TV off.
"I'm not even going to bother to tell you to get a room," she said, as Jasper and I turned to smile at her. "I'm just going to leave."
With that said, she turned around and stalked off towards the kitchen, a quick and sharp wave over shoulder back at us as her final sentiment.
"Well," I said, turning back to Jasper, who had long since started to face me again.
"Well," he repeated, grinning wider.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I knew he had something to say, so I stared into his melted-honey eyes and waited for him to start.
"Love," he began, staring back. "I have something for you."
"Like a present?"
He smiled at my eagerness.
"Yes, just like a present."
I watched with wonder as one of his alabaster hands released my waist, and reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a small blue box, with a white ribbon tied around it in an elegant bow.
Being the girl I am, I immediately recognized it.
"Tiffany's?"
He leaned forward and kissed my raised eyebrow. Transferring my weight, he released his other hand, grabbed my palm, and placed the pretty, little box in it.
"Open it," he insisted, curling my fingers over the box.
I kissed his lips, quickly, and began to untie the delicate, gossamer ribbon. When I had finished removing the outer portion of the box, it revealed to me it's secret contents. Inside, laying on a soft but thick piece of white layering, was a heart-shaped key pendant.
A small gasp escaped my lips, and I looked up at him with eyes that should have been teary, but that, of course, was impossible.
"The key," he explained as he took the box from my un-moving hand and began to take the necklace out. "To my heart."
I smiled as I watched him twirl the necklace around in his fingers. The beautiful white gold reflecting patterns on my dark blouse. The chain clinked together in soft notes, audible only to our ears. It was one of the most elegant things I had ever seen. And it held so much meaning. The key to his heart. I already had it, and he knew it too, but the small symbol was one I would always treasure.
With a singular quick motion, he had me turned around in his lap, my back to him. He took the necklace in both of his hands; one end in each palm. The tiny chain looked breakable in his stone hands, but I knew it was safer there than in the hands of any human. I turned to smile at him while he slipped his arms over my head, pulling back, to secure the clasp around my neck. I felt his fingers hesitate on the skin on the back of my neck, but they were quickly replaced by his lips. I leaned a back, against him, sighing contently, and looking up at him. He pulled my legs out, and cradled me in his arms. I never felt in immediate danger, ever, but when he held me like this, a feeling of safeness, a feeling I knew he wasn't generating for me, filled my body. The most dangerous thing, to me, could have been standing right next to us, and I would hardly give it a second thought. I never felt so secure any where else.
I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. When our eyes met, I whispered a thank you. He nodded and pulled me closer to him. I let my hand reach out and lie on his chest. We sat there for a few minutes, staring into each others' eyes, me with my hands tracing patterns over his shirt, and him with his golden eyes whispering words of love to me. We could have stayed like this forever. Never moving, never speaking; just looking into the eyes of the person we were made to be with..