Summary: A look inside Jasper's thoughts and what drew him to finally write that letter to his breath taking Princess.

Authors Note: This is my first official Jaspenor one shot. Something about this couple draws me in and I felt compelled to write something after the last episode. Feedback is always appreciated, now on with the show, oh and yes there is smut.


Jasper Frost had never been a lucky man and there was an irony to it considering the fact that once upon a time he had been a con man who created his own luck. When it came to matters of the heart though he wasn't just unlucky, he simply didn't care. The only thing that Jasper had loved was money and power and it was those two desires that had drawn him to accept a position in the UK for security detail at the royal palace. With the Bonnie to his Clyde everything had been in motion to steal the royal diamond from the royal family. Work, case the joint, knows the in's and outs, get the diamond and get the hell out. That had been the plan and it had almost worked until the day he had met Eleanor Henstridge.

"Frost, your resume was impressive. I wanted to take a chance on you by offering you this position but it's not just any position."

"Sir?"

"You will be security detail for her Highness"

Her highness? That meant the Princess right? Samantha and Jasper had done their work and he had crammed as much knowledge as he could on the royal family and England for that matter. During the entirety of his flight, Jasper had been practicing his accent, deeming it as doable.

"Don't take offense if it doesn't work out. Her highness has put past bodyguards through the ringer. They barely make it a week and don't come out alive."

Fuck, was he serious? Had Jasper gone in way too over his head? Had he even actually thought this through? Samantha had believed so but now physically standing here in the fucking palace paranoia began to get the best of him and Pryce seemed to notice.

"She's a handful," Pryce says as they walk through the halls. The sound of a door being opened causing Pryce to stop at the end of the hall "speaking of" gesturing straight ahead.

Following his boss's gaze, it lands on the Princess. Jasper had seen pictures of her from media sites that he and Samantha had shifted through during their research which always involved her doing something quite scandalous and showing some form of skin.

"Pryce who is this?"

It was clear as day to Jasper that she had just woken up and was waking up to a hangover but still Jasper found she radiated beauty. So much so that it left him speeches as his eyes appraise her unique and un-royal attire.

"This is your new security detail, your Highness."

"Ah" noticing the look of delight that crosses her features as she approaches, only to circle around Jasper until she's standing directly in front of him "new meat."

From afar she had taken his breath away but now with her face to face with him he found himself fucking speechless. There was something naturally beautiful about her that he couldn't pinpoint. Maybe it was those emerald eyes that he knew could tell a thousand stories or her raven locks that his fingers just itched to run through. Maybe it was the fact that her long tresses seemed to heighten her already prominent features. Whatever it was he found himself entranced, no woman, not even Samantha had drawn such a reaction from him.

"Hello are you broken...do you have a name?"" hands snapping in front of him causing Jasper to finally try and formulate a sentence.

"You-your highness" making sure to slip in that accent and wanting to be professional causing him to add a quick bow. Blue now meeting green "Jasper Frost."

How had Jasper ended up in here? Lying in bed with his breathtaking Princess who was peacefully slumbering. A shadow of a smile displaying on his lips realizing that he had completely exhausted her. Today they had made up for lost time so much so that afternoon turned had turned to night. Ever since Eleanor and him had seen past his bad deeds Jasper had done everything in his power to show her that he was a changed man, enter Jasper 2.0.

No longer did he open up those double doors, strolling in unannounced, no, now he stood outside her door waiting to be let in. Time and time again he had been tempted to reach out for her and kiss her absolutely senseless but for the first time Jasper hadn't taken what he wanted, he had waited. It had been worth the wait and more when Eleanor had finally touched her lips to his own. Jasper had silently thanked Hill's Mini Me, Sara Alice because had he not confessed to what a real Princess was, Eleanor would never have overheard and he wouldn't be where he is now.

Now, here he lay completely spent after making love only unlike his Princess, Jasper couldn't find sleep because he was still letting it process that he had finally done something right. Jasper was finally where he believed he belonged.

Why are you here?

It was a question that Eleanor had presented him with so many times and the answer was always the same because he wanted to see her. Deep down he knew it was more than that, deep down he knew that the real answer was because he loves her. That's why he was still here, why he had never left because he loved her too god damn much to walk away. Love, was something that was unfamiliar to Jasper because he hadn't known love. His parents hadn't even given him a sliver of it and Samantha? That wasn't love, that was a partnership that included fucking but nothing more. Jasper hadn't known love but he had recognized it instantly and known what it was the night of the twin's birthday party when all hell had broken loose.

What the fuck was he doing? Had he lost his goddamn mind? His head was screaming run away, catch up to Samantha and take that one-way flight back to the states. Collect the compensation for their excursion and put his time in London and the people he had met behind him. Find his excuse of a poor and pitiful father and brag in his face about the actual job he had pulled off, not the rookie crap his father and mother were known for doing. Show those who deemed him a lost cause in Nevada the big shot that Jasper Frost could actually be. The voice inside his head going ignored because, in the end, it had been his heart that he had chosen to listen to. Rather than walking away from her, he was choosing to walk towards her. Instead of moving backward, he was taking one step forward.

Now here he stood on the outside looking in as his conflicted blues remained locked on the scene before him. The party had been long over, people had left to go dry off after the sprinklers went off but not Eleanor, instead, she remained seated in the bumper car, completely drenched and listening to the same song on repeat. Just a couple of hours ago he had stood on the sidelines watching Eleanor have the time of her life. She had smiled, the kind of smile that lit up her eyes and was rare to find but in those moments she had been happy but now she was broken and he was to blame. Maybe Jasper hadn't gone through with the con but in the end, this was on him. Jasper had been the one to suggest to Samantha they broaden their horizons when it came to pulling jobs, the desire to have power had gotten the best of him and landed him here. The royal diamond that had been all Jasper had cared about. In his eyes, the royal family didn't deserve it. They were fucking royals, they were more than well off and it was only right they share the wealth. Jasper had believed they didn't experience pain and tragedy only for him to later realize they experienced it more than anyone else and now he was the cause of it.

"You are so screwed"

Samantha's words echoing in his head as he stands there while his eyes never once drift from Eleanor. Tonight he had admitted to falling in love with Eleanor, he had known but tonight he had said it out loud. Standing here now though he realized it was much more than that. Jasper hadn't just fallen, he had dropped off the damn cliff, he wasn't just in love with Eleanor, his heart was now hers. Jasper only knew this because as he watched her heartbreak he felt his own shatter as well. It was in this moment of clarity where Jasper made a silent vow to himself, that if Eleanor didn't have his ass arrested he'd do everything in his goddamn power to make things right and that started with avenging her father's death.

Finally, Jasper had done the right thing for a change. He had not only given peace to the people but he had given peace to those he had grown to care about and even love. From there on he had slowly begun to prove himself to Eleanor and bit by bit gain her trust back. Did that now mean the pressure was off and he'd stop trying? Never, because Jasper wanted to prove to her that she was worth the effort. Even a Princess had insecurities, Eleanor had hers and Jasper would do whatever he could to wash those insecurities away. He'd prove to her that even someone with her imperfections could be loved by someone who was just as imperfect as she was and they could be perfectly imperfect together.

Every time I enter this library I look inside for a letter of my own

I thought that these letters could be a new beginning for us. I mean how hard must it be to write a few stupid sentences about how we feel?

Speaking of trying, it was time for him to try again. When Eleanor had confessed to longing for a letter of her own, Jasper's heart had been in the right place. Unfortunately, he had gone about it all wrong and what was supposed to be a tender exchange between the two had turned to tragic. Granted, Eleanor had pulled the same stunt but if anyone needed to really pull their own weight here it was him. What the Princess wanted, the Princess would get and if Eleanor wanted a damn letter than he'd give it to her.

Keeping his eyes fixed on his slumbering beauty, pulling the duvet covers off of him and slipping out of bed. Making sure that the shift in the bed hadn't woken her and once he sees his Princess remains undisturbed he quietly tiptoes over to the green plush chair and takes a seat. Turning on the small lamp light on the table, casting a glance over his shoulder, peeking back at her before he focuses his attention on the task at hand. Grabbing the pen that had already been laid out for him he glances at the blank piece of paper. Lips pursed together as he considers how to begin.

Don't ever doubt your words again, they're perfect

Recalling Eleanor's comment earlier which instantly causes a soft smile to form on his lips. Eleanor had her insecurities but Jasper had his own as well. Only Eleanor had the power to make him actually view himself as someone who was worth it and someone who wanted to be the better man. Chancing a glance back at Eleanor he notices the peaceful expression fitted on her features and instantly he feels his heart lift because he's responsible for that. Deciding to not force it out or sound poetic and just speak from the heart he lifts the pen to paper and begins to write.

My Breathtaking Princess,

I'm watching you sleep but, not in a creepy way. Well, not entirely creepy. I guess it just hasn't sunk in yet. It hasn't sunk in that today your lips pressed to mine, that I tasted your release on my tongue and I got lost in the feeling of being buried deep inside of you.

As eager as they had been for each other there had still been some awkward moments. The once Dominate and In Charge Jasper Frost hesitant with his actions. Holding back his chuckle remembering how impatient Eleanor had been.

Jasper had discovered Eleanor's lack of patience head on because the second she had pushed him onto the bed his dress shirt had come off and she had hastily removed his trousers revealing the proud bulge displayed in his briefs. Seeing Eleanor become the one holding power had been quite the turn on but eventually his need to be in control had taken over causing him to reverse the positions. Things had been going smoothly, Jasper's lips had worked his Princess into a frenzy especially when he had captured her nipple between his blunt teeth and skillfully sucked against it. She had practically come undone when he had pushed both of her breasts together, creating the ultimate cleavage, opening his mouth wider to accept both of her glorious nipples and then paying tribute to them.

They had fallen back into the swing of things. It felt like this had never stopped, like they were continuing where they had left off, only it was better because genuine feelings were involved. Everything was going perfectly until Jasper had drifted lower, lips raining kisses down her chest, tongue swirling in and out of the indentation of her belly button and halting at her lower region.

"Jasper wait"

The request causing him to cast his electric blues back up at her in curiosity "what's wrong?"

"I want this I do. I told you that I've forgiven you for everything but"

Arching his brow at her "but?"

"The past is in the past but I still remember it and I remember you and my mother's"

Lifting his finger up to silence her because he doesn't want her to finish that sentence. Awkward wasn't even the word to describe what had draped over them as Jasper runs his fingers through his short locks in frustration. "We don't…..I don't need to" fumbling with words "I can stay up North instead."

"No" shaking her lip as she chews on her lip "I want you to head South it's just I can't stop picturing it….you being at her majesty's pleasure."

"Look it wasn't a pleasurable experience for me" he's quick to state.

"No?"

"Of course not. I was thinking of you the whole time" flinching at the statement because he knows that he can't take that back.

"You were thinking of me the whole time? Is this your way of flattering me? Oh, Jasper take me now!"

The sarcasm dripping in her tone only adding to his agitation "I didn't mean it like that I just meant" he trails off not able to complete his sentence because she's interrupting.

"You just meant what, come on now, tell me."

"I just meant that I did it for you" Jasper's eyes widening the second he's said the statement realizing that hadn't come out right at all.

"You did it for me" by now she's finally sitting up. Her top half bare but her lower half still covered in lace. "Thank you, Jasper, for tending to my mother's vagina" she practically hisses before sliding off the bed. "I must have been absolutely mad to think this" gesturing between the two of them "actually could work."

Watching Eleanor as she bends down to retrieve her bra but he catches her hand before she has the chance.

"Let me go, Jasper"

"No"

"I am the Princess" she begins to state wanting to showcase her authority "her highness is ordering you to release her."

Ha, like that would work on him "and I am ordering her highness to shut up" not missing the look of disgust that graces her features "because you need to listen to me."

"Why should I do that?"

"Because I care about you Eleanor" he softly admits.

"You have a great way of showing it" not fighting the scoff that slips past her lips.

"You said the past is in the past and I want to leave that person in the past. I want to leave that man in the past because that's not the man that I want to be. Even then I cared a great deal for you Eleanor but you scared me shitless. I knew if I didn't succumb to your" catching himself "her majesty's request she would have fired me on the spot. She had been testing to see how deep my affections for you ran. She would have removed any and all contact I had with you because that's how much power she possessed. I didn't want to lose you and I know my method was not the best way of handling it but in my defense, I've never handled anything the right way. I accepted this job, I came to this palace with every intention of stealing from the royal family but in the end, there was only one thing that was stolen." Hesitantly lifting Eleanor's hand and resting it on his chest "my heart."

"Jasper"

"You took a con man and turned him into a changed man" he passionately states. The pad of his thumb caressing her knuckles not one ever removing his eyes from hers. "I want to remain that man. I have no control over the past. I'm sorry for hurting you, for breaking that trust you had in me but I swear to you I'm trying to be the better man for you. If there is one thing you'd ever choose to believe, believe that."

Eleanor's eyes avoiding his, silence encasing the conversation knowing that she's considering everything he's just said. Jasper doesn't know how long he's standing there but when she finally does open her mouth he prepares for the worst. Instead, he's met with a shadow of a smile "I do." The hand that had been on his chest, twining with his own as she leads them back over to her bed. Standing in front of him, without another word she slips off the flimsy lace that had barely been covering her, her eyes remaining locked on his as she lowers herself onto the bed.

"Eleanor are you sure?"

In the past, Jasper had been known to take without asking but now here he was awaiting her, wanting to make sure this is what she really wanted. Even if she was to say no and decide she couldn't go through with this he'd wait, he'd always wait because he damn well knew Eleanor was worth waiting for.

Rather than answering him she spreads her legs open knowing that he'll get the hint. From the way, his eyes suddenly sparkled with delight she knows he's reading her loud and clear.

"This time will be different. This time I'm not going to rush this. I'm going to take my time and worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped, Eleanor." Hands making their way down her goddess like body "I'm going to kiss every patch of skin" he promises her. Caressing her arms, breasts, belly and thighs "you have no imperfections do you know that?"

Jasper was right; this was different because he had never been this affectionate before. It was new to her and because of his words it caused her to blush "I have imperfections, Jasper."

"They are yours, though. They make you, you, not Princess Eleanor" taking hold of her legs, his gaze penetrating hers "just Eleanor." Prying her legs apart, revealing her throbbing pussy to his lust filled gaze "and you're perfect." Hungry eyes feasting at the delicious sight before him as he runs his tongue along his lips.

"Jasper"

Placing his hand on her stomach to calm her "relax baby" he gently coos "I'm going to take care of you." Dropping to his knees and kneeling before her at the edge of the bed. Pulling her more towards him, studying her, admiring her before finally giving into what they both desire. Taking his finger and trailing it down her slit and tracing her folds so that he can mentally map out each patch of flesh awaiting his attention.

"Oh God"

An impish smirk playing at the corner of his lips "Jasper would suffice Princess" his finger trailing to her dripping pussy.

"Cocky ass" her eyes not once removing from the sight of him knelt before her.

Peeling back Eleanor's slick folds "not cocky, just honest" he corrects her. Now running the tip of his finger against the top of her slit and letting it journey downward. "Perhaps though I should prove myself" agonizingly slowly moving his hand along her exposed clit, stroking the wet opening of her pussy and keeping his eyes locked on her. "Give you a refresher of what you've missed" moving his hand up and down along the outside of her sheath "so that it could help you remember how good it was." Feeling Eleanor shudder, knowing she's expecting him to push a finger inside but instead he moves that finger back up, collecting her sweet juices and pressing his finger firmly against her clit.

"Fuck Jasper"

A rich chuckle escaping him seeing Eleanor already panting in front of him. "Not yet" he cheekily supplies while he lets his middle finger slowly circle along her swollen nub.

"You're such a bastard."

The comment only causing him to grin because he's missed this more than he cares to admit. "Maybe but I know how your body works Eleanor. I know that you like this. You like the anticipation and the teasing and guess what….I like seeing you like this." Jasper's free hand moving up to her breasts, moving in a parallel motion "watching you wither beneath me" capturing her left nipple with his thumb and index finger and plucking it between his fingers. "I relish in seeing you in such an exposed state" his hands moving over her naked flesh "and it's all because of me." Not able to help himself as he replaces his hand with his mouth, taking her left nipple between his blunt teeth and sucking it.

"Jasper please" there, she had said please. Eleanor was never the type to say please but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Drawing himself away, releasing her nipple with a 'pop' because of the suction he had been providing. It had almost worked, but not quite. "Soon" he promises pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before letting himself and his mouth journey down her delicious body. Doing exactly as he said sucking and kissing everything that is in his path.

"Fuck Jasper just put your mouth on me"

Trailing kisses up Eleanor's inner thigh, casting his baby blues up at her "what the Princess wants, the Princess gets" taking his tongue and dragging it over her clit. Hands parting her open even more so that he can circle her clit with his mouth. Taking captive of her little nub between his teeth and gently sucking it.

"Finally" she drawls out as her fingers desperately move to grip the duvet.

Lips caressing her slick pink tissue, pleased with the way that Eleanor's ankles lock behind him to tug him even closer to her. Taking this to be a good sign to continue spreading her outer lips wider for his more than eager tongue. Now flattening his tongue so that he can trail it from the opening of her entrance and drag it all the way down to her throbbing clit.

Eleanor's hips violently thrusting upwards, hands slamming into the sheets "fuck Jasper." Why had she wanted to wait again? Why deny herself of such pleasure? Oh, right, Mother's Vagina, deal breaker but thankfully she was learning to get past that. Shaking her head, pushing the image that her mind created away so that she can focus on the pleasure that only her Bodyguard knows how to deliver.

Driving his tongue deeper and deeper into Eleanor's heated core and relishing in the way that she's thrashing against him. Tongue wanting to get in on more of the action as he lets it slice straight into her inner walls and his nose rubbing against her bundle of nerves. With the way that Eleanor continued to wiggle this way and that and say every explicit in the books, Jasper knew she was close. That being confirmed when he tastes her release on his tongue. Shifting his baby blues back up at her "cum for me Eleanor" not requesting it but demanding it. Jasper's tone dripping with authority, displaying his dominance "cum for me" he huskily whispers again "let me drown in your taste." Helping her get there he drives his tongue in and out of her and uses his finger to rapidly flick against her clit.

Even if she wants to fight him on this she can't because the throbbing happening in her pussy tears through her body causing her frame to convulse. Eleanor's mouth opening letting Jasper know just how good it all feels. Letting her orgasm possess her, rolling through her in waves and each one more powerful than the last.

Just like that, he watches Eleanor became undone. Greeted to her sweet nectar now gliding smoothly and swiftly down his throat. Taking everything that Eleanor is offering him as he greedily drinks her all in. The twitching slowly subsiding as he continues to get lost sucking and swallowing each heavenly and sinful drop that pours down his throat. Once he knows he's completely sucked her dry he presses a soft and lingering kiss to her clit, sucking softly against it before breaking away. Moving onto the bed and up to her, he presses soft kisses to her lips, pressing a kiss to each of her closed lids, temple, cheeks and ending back at her lips again.

Returning from a different kind of high, Eleanor's eyes open to see the object of her desire and so much more looking at her with desire mirroring in his eyes. Eleanor knew what came next, in fact, she could feel it pressing against her causing her arms to loop around Jasper's neck and saying the statement she knew he was waiting for.

"I need you inside of me."

What could have resulted in something ugly had turned out to be quite beautiful. Rather than letting her walk away he had gone after her, pleaded his case and by the end tasted his Princess's release on his tongue. Pausing his writing for a brief moment to look back over his shoulder and admire the woman that drew him to want to be better and more so who had found it in her heart to forgive him how did I get so god damn lucky? Turning his attention back to the paper and once again letting the words naturally flow rather than trying to find them.

It wasn't like this before was it? We satiated each other's needs and that was that. I'd go my way or rather you'd tell me 'off you go' and that would be that. This time it's different, though. The time I worshiped your body as you did mine. When the need became too much and our bodies joined as one it felt as if I was coming home.

"Are you sure" Jaspers hands framing Eleanor's face and still giving her the chance to back out of this.

The gentleness in Jasper's tone and the fact that he's still not deeming himself as worthy warming her heart. Jasper had always been confident and sure but she can see the hesitance reflecting in his eyes. Wanting to show him this is exactly where she wants to be she yanks him down and fused their lips together.

The action alone wiping away Jasper's paranoia as he in one fluid and powerful movement thrusts himself into her. Hissing slightly when he feels Eleanor's teeth dig into his shoulder to keep her from crying out as she takes the last few inches of him. It had been a long time for them and because of it he didn't move just yet because he wanted her to get use to his size.

For a moment the two of them remained perfectly still, watching the other and letting it sink in that they were here and this was now. Their bodies merging and molding together now as one. It had never been like this before, certainly not for Jasper. Sex was just sex, fucking was just fucking but he had never done it slow, he never made love, until now. Placing his hands on Eleanor's hips to hold her, letting them both savor the feeling of being inside one another.

Jasper had never known the meaning of feeling complete, until tonight. So many times he had been inside Eleanor but it had simply been to satiate his craving for sex and her. This was different though because with feelings involved it had been more personal and it had actually meant something. Being buried inside of Eleanor had made Jasper feel as if he had finally come home, and it was more than overwhelming for him considering he had never deemed himself as one to have a home. Was he scared shitless? Yes, but one look at his slumbering Princess was enough to calm his nerves. As terrifying as all of this was it was also thrilling because it was something he had never experienced before and now he found himself wanting to embrace it. The con man that for years had been an incomplete excuse of a man put back together by a spoiled a Princess. A Princess who over time had caused him to change his view of her and rather than take from her, eventually in time doing everything he could to give back to her. A Princess who at the start he had wanted to steal from only in the end to be the one who stole from him.

You're probably wondering why I'm giving you the title of 'Breathtaking Princess' well, it's simple, you take my God damn breath away Eleanor. Every time you enter a room you steal my very breath from me. You're breathtaking in every way, from your beauty, intelligence, independence, compassion, sass, strength, heart, and everything in between.

You take my breath away Eleanor and you'll continue to do so until I'm left gasping for air, only for you to breathe life back into me.

-J

Jasper had reread the letter, finding it hard to believe that he had written it but there were his words and more so his feelings. It was all laid out on paper. Jasper had never looked more vulnerable and part of him debated on crumpling it up and getting rid of the evidence but instead he proceeded to carefully roll it up. Though he was insecure about his letter writing skills he knew it wouldn't matter to Eleanor because she'd accept it either way. Quietly as can be Jasper was able to redress himself because as much as he longed to wake up beside her he still had a job to do, protecting the royal family. That didn't mean he was leaving without a word, though. Instead, he proceeds to write her a quick note to apologize for not being there. Placing the note on his side of the bed before leaning in and pressing a kiss on her forehead "sweet dreams my Breathtaking Princess."

Eleanor,

You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn't have the heart to wake you. I have to head back to my post but you might want to head to the library because you might find something waiting for you.

XX

Moving through the halls with letter in hand he makes sure no one is lurking about. It wasn't like it was late at night. Eleanor and him had gotten caught up in the passion that had consumed them causing them to make up for lost time. Not spotting any staff Jasper heads into the library, feet carrying him straight over to the bookshelf as his eyes lock onto that specific book. Carefully removing it from the shelf opening it up and tucking the rolled up piece of paper into the red velvet lining. Satisfied and not wanting to go back he places the book back where he found it.

So what happened to this Queen and her Bodyguard?

They got married and they had two sons who both did great things.

Six hundred years ago was a long time but Jasper hoped time would be on their side. That one day a story about a Princess and her Bodyguard would be the new love affair that people would speak about and root for because he already was.

End