"Jasper."
It is far too tantalizing for his own sanity. The breathless whine that slips past her lips as she tries her hardest to focus on anything but how good his fingers dancing along the inside of her thigh is all he needs for him to duck his head into the crook of her neck, scraping his teeth against the column of her throat and placing hot open-mouth kisses to the silent pulse point in her neck.
"Jasper," she breathes again, and her hands fly to his shoulders to nudge him away. It's far too light for him to even flinch, much less be pushed away from her. She doesn't want him to leave, not really, because she's enjoying how much he's let himself go since their beginning, but she does want to focus on the sketches in front of her before his knee crumples the paper and the design is creased beyond recognition. "I need to focus."
He hums and his tongue flicks the shell of her ear, "Focus on me, Darling."
Alice gives a breathy laugh and it's the loveliest sound he's heard all day. It's light and airy and it dances around them as she wraps her hands around his neck and tugs him down for one, hard kiss before she's pulling away and soothing the light bite marks he left on her lower lip when he tugged it between his teeth in an effort to get her sole dedication.
"Jasper," she sings, and she cups his face in her dainty hands and it's only the slightest bit ridiculous that he feels himself relaxing into her touch and smiling at her like he's innocent and that there's nothing inherently wrong -
But she shakes her head and pecks his lips once, twice, three times before she's off the bed and moving to leave the room. But he's faster than she is - or, she lets him capture her in his arms and tug her back to bed. She's giggling again, and the smile on his face is far too wide and far too infectious, because she's grinning at him like she's seen the light in him and it makes him feel like he's worthy of her.
"No," he murmurs. "Stay. Just for a few."
"Hours or minutes?"
"Your choice," he mutters and throws his leg over her hip. She parts her legs on instinct, tilting her head to the side as she examines the wry grin and the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "It'll be good either way."
She reaches up and slants her mouth across his own, "Because it's with you," she whispers into his mouth, and he agrees silently, tracing the seam of her mouth with his tongue. She pulls away from him, a smile still gracing the delicate features of her face before she flips him over and skips out of the room with a kiss blown in his direction.