She's a small, incorporeal shadow out the corner of his eye; red irises alit with bemusement and something else (something smoldering from under dusty lashes above the feral curl to her child-lips).

Jasper reads her easy as anyone as they do their lightning quick dance through the dank dungeon catacombs of Volterra- their bodies moving just breaths away from each other and exuding the warmth of freshly drunk blood. Like scent he smells the excitement off her breathes and under it the cloying aroma of lust he know he's feeling too.

She wants to break him, he knows. Not with her mind (that'd be too easy); she wants to pick his brain and dissect each individual tissue baring his weaknesses to her, an ever-young girl forever in search of a moment's amusements.

There's a momentary distraction. He glances the juvenile curve of her neck smooth and porcelain. His gaze only lingers one fraction of a second, but after one blink her full lips are parted and milk-white teeth are just a breath away from his jugular. "I win," she whispers against his skin, making him shudder involuntarily.

"You always win."

"True."

She could cripple him with a glance. She has, on days in the dungeon when boredom as claimed her and she'd had him writhe on the wet cobbled stones with that wicked smile curling at her lips.

With slender, little fingers curling at his collar, she tugs him down to eye level. Though he can see years upon years of wisdom and vitality behind those wine red eyes, he is still very aware of her round face and full lips and child-small frame. Her body is very much the child she was when she'd been tied to the stake and set fire for all the feeble minded humans to see and the dregs of his conscience just can't get past it.

Teeth bore in a feral manner, she forcefully presses their lips together. She kisses like a child, close-mouthed and short, but the action is so rough and she acts so in control. With eyes slid shut it's easier to think of her as the ageless woman she is.

And, he has no doubt whom she thinks of him as. He is the new toy she's happened upon; a mean for her entertainment these monotonous days until she discovers something more interesting and tosses him to the curb. Despite knowing this, he kisses back and doesn't open his eyes.

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I read some fics for this pairing and now I am officially in love with it. It might possibly be my Twilight OTP.