Disclaimer: SM owns the original characters... tsk tsk. But tripod is mine.
A/N: With all the magic love between Alice and Jasper, it's only fair that a reader( obviously a Jasper – Alice fan) requested that they be given a special loving aka smut chapter. Here's the end result. There's a reason why this is rated MA. It may not be as graphic as some of the others you find in FFn but it is kind of descriptive in places so you have been warned.
Summary: Alice and Jasper get their freak on...
Jasper Alice Fan Special
JPOV
I couldn't help but grin when my sunshine writhed and stretched sensually beside me just as my fingers accidentally grazed the top of her exposed hip ever so slightly. We were in bed, getting ready for sleep, her in her tank and satin shorts, me in PJ pants and my reliable old white T.
At least I thought I was getting ready for bed. Apparently my baby has other ideas.
"Jazzzzzmmmmmm….." She murmured with glazed eyes and inched closer to my body, her lips seeking mine automatically. I welcomed her mouth readily, enjoying her sudden burst of dominance when she somewhat forced my lips open with her tongue. I savored her sweet taste in mine, simply enjoying her controlling the speed of our making out. It wasn't long before she was attacking my jaw and neck with fervor, while I paid attention to her ear and the back of it. Within seconds, my shirt was gone. I chuckled softly as she threw the suddenly offending piece of material to the floor.
"You feeling frisky baby?" I chuckled even more when her fingers started roaming the expanse of my torso, leaving gossamer fires and titillating tickles in their wake. She didn't answer me, still busy with biting and sucking at my jaw and neck. They, her nimble fingers, skated desperately over my skin for a few long minutes before finding rest between my legs. My limbs parted reflexively at her not so subtle nudging as her tiny, soft, beautiful palm cupped me firmly.
Damn. Forward, dominant Alice is Fucking HOT.
I had to hold the groan that almost escaped my throat when I felt myself harden at the thought, and her touch.
"Mmmmhmmmm….you...just looked so delectable this evening… I could barely sit still at the dinner table tonight…" she admitted sheepishly before breaking into a giggle. The grin on my face widened discernibly at her admission and utter cuteness. Who but my Alice could appear totally innocent and sinful at the same time?
You are one lucky dude Jasper, it's almost unfair.
I know… tell me about it.
"I wondered what was wrong with you earlier…" I said amusedly even as my hand continued brush- stroking invisible patterns all over her lower back and hip. Her encouraging but faint moans only made every inch of my skin tingle with anticipation; goading the warming embers of lust to fire up from deep inside my belly.
She growled against the sensitive curve of my neck when I touched a particular spot on the small of her back and her palm squeezed me just a little harder. I couldn't hold back the groan this time. Or the twitch. The confident chuckle that burst from her lips only speeded the need inside me.
"You're really frisky tonight aren't you sunshine?"
"I don't see you complaining…." She retorted in jest and to prove her point made me wiggle against her touch even more.
"Unghhh babe….that's go…od.." I moaned unthinkingly at the movement she was making with her palm on my flimsy PJs.
"Mmmmmmm… I love how responsive you are angel…" She moaned approvingly. Yeah baby, moan for me..
"Feeling you grow hard for me like this..." Was that a growl I heard? Jesus...thank you.
"You like me touching you like this baby? Hmmmmmm?" She purred the non - question against my ear, making my neck stretch luxuriantly towards her warm breath, like a moth to a flame. A shudder coursed through my entire body when I felt her wet tongue suddenly stroking the shell of my ear. My eyes fluttering close even as I felt her approving smile against my skin. She palmed me again through my clothes, a moan that was almost too painful for my twitching member escaping her lips again when she felt my dampness finally.
"You're WET……delicious." I literally melted into a puddle just hearing her whimper the word into my ear, as if it was the most mouth-watering thing she'd ever felt. Another flick of her tongue. My neck practically curling towards her sinful mouth.
Oh Mother of God.
"Alllcc..…mmmmpfhhhhh.." I could barely form a coherent thought in my head. My hands wanted to grip her hips and flip us over, but at the same time, it made me unbelievably horny that I was in this vulnerable position and she was dominating me, controlling our dance, coaxing my responses out. So I left my hands where they were currently, gripping and fisting the sheets on either sides of my body. She seemed to have caught my drift because the next instant my baby was suddenly atop of me, thrusting her hips against mine harshly; her dancer pins securing my hips to the bed firmly. An almost evil cackle escaped her swollen, raspberry stained bitten lips, seconds before I felt her grinding against me again, rubbing and rolling her heated center against my own heated skin. In my lust filled hazy mind, I saw her plump, delicious folds opening and closing like petals in bloom, even as she rubbed against my naked stomach in deliberately slow, languid strokes.
"Ugh… hot…" She grumbled a second later and all but shed her skimpy tank off. My hands shot up to cover her beautiful chest in an instant, touching, adoring her skin, appreciating the curve and weight of her flawless mounds as they molded perfectly into my cupped palms. How could I not think that God made this angel for me? Everything of her fitted my parts perfectly. Even her breasts were made for my hands. I wanted to feel her soft pink buds pebble in my mouth, rolling against the roughness of my tongue. I called for her then and she scooted up my chest, leaning over so my mouth could suckle her finally.
"Jasppprrmmmm….."
I winced slightly when her fingers flew into my hairs, pulling at them accidentally the same time as I engulfed one bud into my mouth and grazed my teeth around the sensitive skin, even as my tongue flicked on it. She pressed down harder, practically offering herself to me and it was all I could do to lavish her with the attention she so deserved.
I grinned at her obvious pleasure – my baby was practically writhing atop of me. If she had one super sensitive arousal spot - it was her nipples. I was more than happy when I discovered this vital information in the first few times of our lovemaking.
"Love..tongue on ..me..ohh Jasp!"
See? Loss of coherent thought.
The grin on my face became a pained frown when her fingers gripped on my roots tighter. Even lost in her pleasure, Alice knew instinctively when something was not right with me. Her writhing stilled and she looked down at me concernedly.
"I hurt you baby?" Innocent gray eyes gazed lovingly into my face.
"You're trying to give me a hair transplant sunshine?" I mumbled, rubbing at my scalp gently, but smiling at her all the same.
"Ohhh you poor thing, I'm sorry angel…."
She leaned over and started peppering my head with kisses. In the process, she all but offered her perky breasts to me again. How could I not?
And so our private dance continued.
We made sweet, languorous love under the pale moonlight streaming into our bedroom from the wide open glass door that led out to our private balcony. Even as she rode me, I couldn't help but be awed by the sight of my beautiful, soon to be wife (my soon to be wife!!) in all her naked glory in front of me – the sheen of sweat from our lovemaking making her alabaster skin shimmer almost iridescently against the silvery light of the moon, the way her lust lidded eyes would open and close involuntarily when she hit a perfect spot inside her tight, slippery, hot sex; and the way the edge of her lips would curl into the faintest of smiles in tandem with the back and forth rolling of her hips on top of me.
My moon and star. She was insatiable. Sexy. Sweet. Miniature. But big of heart and soul. So full of love, she was overflowing with it. And I got to feel all of that love from her. I was a very lucky, lucky man.
"What are you thinking?" She slowed down momentarily to sweep a soft hand to my jaw, pulling my attention back to the room, to her.
"Just how much I love you sunshine…how lucky I am…" I smiled, sweeping my hands down the sides of her beautiful silken hips. The Icarus living in my heart soared once more at the joy evident in her face.
"Oh baby…I love you too…"
She swooped down, a wide smile etched on her face. Lips met lips. I bucked my hips up to meet her once more, and she all but melded into me. I could drown in my angel, be imprisoned in her embrace for all of eternity and it would be worth it.
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Alice POV
When I saw him take a bite of the cherry tomato from his salad during dinner this evening, I could have sworn I felt my panties go damp instantly. Just the way he was seemingly making love to that fucking lucky piece of vegetable with his oh so suckable lips, all pink and glistening from the juice from said tomato, how could I not think of Dirty Thoughts??? My mind reeled back to the day last July when we had first become re-acquainted with each other again. The week after his septic shock induce coma.
Even sick he looked beautiful. Those had been my very thoughts when our eyes met that afternoon.
Yep. Beautiful. Sexy. Sweet. Totally fuckable. If he was this irresistible at 40% of his normal self, God only knew what he'd do to me when he reached 100% all Jazz. I'd probably combust at the sight.
Oh Damn. Yup I'm wet. I am soo wet.
Mind out of the gutter Alice! Esme and Carlisle are watching you!
"Honey, Alice… you okay?" Just as the thought ran past my mind, Esme pulled me out of my dirty inner monologue. I only hoped I wasn't drooling visibly. I flashed a stupid smile at all three and tried to focus on eating my own tomatoes.
Oh I wish I was a tomato on Jazz's plate right now. That way he could make love to me…right now.
Alice!!!
Okay okay..
"Baby… you sure you okay?"
Jazz spoke this time. I looked up and caught the bemused expression on his face. Damn! If this supper didn't end soon, I was going to go nuts.
"Uhh… yes..Jazz..fine… just..very hungry.." I mumbled, almost reddening at the double entendre I'd just made.
"More salad baby? These tomatoes are divine mom..…" He held the bowl up for me, eyes twinkling in amusement. At the very second, I caught the tip of his tongue flick out to catch the remnants of tomato juice on his lips and almost choked on my cos lettuce.
I am so going to tomato hell now!! Fuuck!
"Uhmm..yes.. Esme, they're…delicious!!" I exclaimed instantly, trying to veer my thoughts away from the imagery in my head. Jasper between my legs, his tongue flitting out, sucking hard …on ME.
Danger! Danger!
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"I wondered what was wrong with you earlier…" He said amusedly even as his fingers continued to run feather like touches all over my hip and the small of my back. If I had wings, I would have started flying already.
My Sun. He was nothing if not an observant lover. Or maybe it was just because we were just so in sync with each other, I wasn't too sure, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining either. He knew all of my hotspots just as I knew his. I loved the way he touched my skin, so reverently and adoring in their gentle and tender movements. I didn't know why exactly I felt this way, but it made me feel like he was anointing me with precious oil or painting a masterpiece with my skin as his canvas. Jazz had wonderful, sensual and artistic hands. Hands or should I say fingers that were capable of making me shoot to the moon and lick the stars in 5 minutes. I especially loved it when he paid attention to my breasts. Was it weird of me to think that his hands when cupped, fitted my mounds so perfectly? It was as if, his parts were made for my parts. That GOD made him especially for me. Maybe there was truth in the myth after all about every person in this world having a perfect half. What did they call that? Twin flames. Some wise old man said something about each of us being angels with only one wing, and only in embracing one another could we really fly. If that were true, then Jasper was without a doubt the angel bearing my other wing. With him though, I didn't just fly, I soared.
I loved riding him. There were several reasons for that. One being, it was more comfortable and less tiring for him. Even though his strength had improved much from our first night together; my angel still tired very easily. Much as I hated to admit it, the repeated chemo treatments had done their damage to his body quite substantially. He had a long way to go with regards to recovery. Another reason, and a good one too was the fact that being on top meant I had control of how fast or slow, how deep or shallow I could go. Yet another was the obvious but unsaid fact that my angel got a kick from me dominating him sometimes. I guess every man enjoyed being 'spanked' every now and then. But the best reason was definitely the view from the top that I got from this position. I could watch his face fully from this vantage point. Every nuance of emotion flitting across his face at every thrust, every rock of the hips, every wiggle, or circle I made – I could catch every single thing. And God if he wasn't one of the most beautifully expressive creature on earth when making love. I loved it when his lips would pucker into a small 'o', even as his hooded eyes would flutter close when I drove him deep inside of me. I enjoyed watching his eyes darken with lust and his tongue flitting out to lick his mouth whenever I did my little gyrations on his hips while his length was buried in me. And it certainly turned me on a hell lot when he'd bite down on his bottom lip to hold a grunt from escaping when I rode him in wanton abandon, even as our skin made slapping noises against each other. And how could I not love being on top if it meant I could pay attention to that beautiful face of his with my adoring kisses?
"Baby...close.." He grunted softly, his hands gripping my sides tightly as he flattened his feet onto the bed, pushing me into a slight tilt towards his chest immediately. I groaned on instinct, knowing from experience the pleasurable feeling that was to come from him thrusting into me at this angle.
"Ride me Alice..God..Fuck me baby…fuck me hard.." He grunted huskily again, blue eyes flaming with lust and love boring into mine intensely.
My eyes never leaving his burning gaze, I grounded my hips into his lifted one hard and fast. Again and again. The grunts and groans between our lips getting louder and louder as we scaled the heights – higher. Higher. HighER. HiGHER..
Stars. Planets….
Holy fuck!
I felt my whole body exploding into tiny particles of stardust even as we both fell off the edge with a shuddering shake.
"I love you baby…"
A tired, but deeply sated smile graced his beautiful face once more. I didn't have to have mirror to know I probably looked the same way.
"I love you too angel…."
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20 minutes later….
"So…what was it during dinner that made you get so…unbelievably horny sweetheart? Not that I minded…. But I definitely could use a repeat again…" He grinned.
"Emmm….it was the tomatoes really…" I mumbled sheepishly, feeling myself blush slightly at my silly admission. Jasper's eyes grew wide seconds before his grin broke into a loud chortle.
"You're so weird sunshine! Tomatoes??"
"Well..you ..you…you looked like you were sucking…."
I never finished as he dove down in front of me suddenly, flung the duvet away from my body and started mauling me with his sinful mouth.
I grinned cheekily....who knew tomatoes had aphrodisiac qualities?
Round two here we go!
A/N: You happy with that JA Fan? Sorry sweetie...I couldn't make myself to write cock, pussy and all that crude language with the two of them in mind....I guess I was brought up by Esme too!!!
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