Okay, I am a Jasper/Alice purist. In my mind, their relationship will always be perfect. They are the epitome of perfection.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Will you marry me?"

"Again?"

"You know you love weddings."

"This is true. I'll consider marrying you."

Edward walks in the room. "You know you're going to accept the offer Alice. Why waste time?"

"Well I wanted to make him sweat. Not sweat, but- You know what I mean," I blabber.

"We should go look at wedding dresses," Jasper tells me, intertwining our fingers.
"Did you get me a ring?"

"Of course I did," he says, placing his other hand on my waist.

"Okay then. I'll marry you," I murmur, kissing his cheek.

"I have to go tell Bella," Edward smiles, heading toward the door.

"I was thinking Nessie would be our flower girl. See if she wants to please," Jasper requests and Edward nods before leaving.

"Time to get a dress," I squeal.

15 minutes later…

"You sure you don't want any help?" the woman asks. I know it's her job to help me, but picking a wedding dress has always been a private occasion for me and Jasper.

"I'm sure. My fiancée and I can pick one just fine."

"The husbands aren't typically there to choose the dress. Don't you have bridesmaids?"

"Yes. I have two, but my fiancée and I aren't exactly typical. We want to choose the dress together." They've given us this crap everytime.

"If you say so. Let me know if you need anything."

Jasper and I walk silently into an abyss of white. At the center there are three mirrors and a circular couch. I let him pick the first dress. After a minute he appears next to a mirror with an off-white dress. It has purple flowers along the neck line. Actually it's a turtle neck so I don't know if it's considered a neck line. The sleeves are long and there is a larger purple flower on each shoulder.

"What did you do? Choose the ugliest dress in the store?" I ask incredulously.

"This is nowhere near the ugliest," he smiles. He lets the dress fall to the floor and pulls off my sundress. I kick off my peep-toe heels and cross my arms over my chest. He has me step into the dress and he pulls it up my body. He zips it up and kisses the back of my neck.

"I can't believe it. It's even uglier on."

"You look beautiful," he whispers into my skin. He glances at my reflection in the mirror, adding, "The dress however, looks horrid." I laugh and unzip the back. It drops to the ground and I step out. "You are one sexy woman," he tells me, running a hand down my back, letting it rest on my butt.

"And I therefore, deserve a sexy dress."

"Okay okay. Let me try again." He disappears into the sea of dresses. I look at myself in the mirror. I cock my head to the side as I examine the way I stand. I'm wearing hot pink panties with a matching bra. Jasper's lips are on my neck. "I'm Dracula. I've come to suck your blood."

"Oh no. Whatever shall I do?"

"You'll just have to succumb to my powers of seduction," he commands in a Transylvanian accent. Very convincing. He takes me in his arms bridal style and carries me over to the circular couch. He sets me down gently and pretends to suck my blood.

"So that dress?" I ask and he stops abruptly.

"Don't hit me. You said you wanted sexy," he bites his lip innocently. I put on the dress.

"It looks more like a bathing suit than a wedding dress," I laugh.

It just barely covers my butt and it's skin tight. Way low cut.

"I like it," Jasper kids, checking me. "It leaves nothing to the imagination. Very sexy."

"Nice try, but I'm not getting married in lingerie." I peel it off. "Set that aside."

"Why?" he asks excitedly.

"I was thinking for our honeymoon, which reminds me. . . Where do you wanna go this time?"

"Oh yeah," he smiles. "Honeymoon."

"I was thinking Paris."

"We did Paris 22 years ago," he reminds me, looking through a rack of dresses.

"But it's the city of love," I remind him. He kisses my forehead and lingers.

""How about Perivolas?"

"Greece? Hm. That sounds wonderful." I purr. "I knew there was a reason I love you."

"Greece it is!" he exclaims. He lifts me up and spins me in a circle. Slowly placing me back on my feet, he kisses me deeply. I let his tongue slip between my lips and indulge him for a moment, before pulling away to select a dress. "This one?"

"No."

"This one?"

"No."

"This one?"

"Holy crap. What is that?"

"I have no idea. It looks like a large cottonball. Anyway, how about this one?"

"That one's gorgeous," he says, pulling it off the rack. "Try it on? Please?" I take it off the hanger and step into it. He zips up the back. "This is the one," he murmurs into my shoulder.

"I love it."

It's a strapless and it shows my cleavage perfectly. The fitted bodice is decorated with simple embroidery with a dropped waistline that meets the multi-layered, circular tulle, ball gown skirt. Jasper plants butterfly kisses from my ear to my shoulder.

"I love you Alice."

"And I love this dress."

"Very funny."

"I know. I'm a comic genius. I love you Jasper." I peck his lips and turn to face him. I hold his left hand and place my right on his upper arm. He puts on his serious face and places his left hand on my waist. We begin to dance around the store. We had perfected the waltz by our third wedding and I liked to randomly impose a dance on him. I hum 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' by Elton John as we move in unison. He joins in, adding lyrics and turns me under his arm. I sigh and hug him tightly around the waist. We continue to sway from side to side as he sings softly. I love him. I love him. I love him more than life itself. I can't tell him enough.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Okay the original intention was for this to be a one-shot, but if enough people request it, I might add a few more chapters. Reviews please!