-"You Are Perfect"-

"Come sit with me." A voice whispered in the darkness. A smile betrayed my face. The large window that served as a wall created a black silhouette of my beloved. He was sitting on my favorite comfy white chair, its back to the window. He was watching me. I could see his hair and clothing be traced with white moonlight. It poured so purely into the room, that there were no need for lights.

"Jasper." I sighed and was already elated with the comfortable thoughts of curling close to his warm body and playing with his shirt buttons while he held me tight. The figure moved to let his arms extend wide, welcoming me. I walked briskly--I was like a little girl excited for the candy shop grand opening. I giggled into the darkness.

I laid out my hands against his chest, feeling its sturdiness. I sighed and melted into his lap. This was my favorite place in the whole world--right here. In Jasper's arms.

They wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest more. I rubbed my cheek against him in a snuggly way, letting a smile grow. My clasped hands broke free to pick at his buttons, not undoing them, simply tinkering with them. I moved on to his hair when he kissed my forehead, sending a wave of tingles down to my toes, which were hoisted into the hair over his thighs.

He playfully pecked my face as I giggled and wriggled my toes. I shrugged away, laughing as he continued to chase me with heart-melting kisses. He gave me a good smack on the lips before pressing his cheek to my head and whispering, "How was my lovely Alice's day?"

I smiled wide. "I think you just topped off every other eventful thing in five seconds." I picked up his hand and went to business with marveling at it. The moonlight beams gave it a faint glitter, which I found more beautiful than the obvious sunlight reaction. This was so subtle, silver and soft.

He placed another kiss on my head, and I heard it, muffled through my hair. "Do you know what today is?" he murmured gently. I was suddenly panicked--anniversary? No, we just had one. Hunting day? Well--I just returned and Jasper had gone earlier in the week. What, then?

He laughed. "You cannot even remember your own birthday."

My eyes widened, and I pivoted my head to stare into his soft eyes, becoming more prominent as my eyes adjusted. "Is it really?" I was startled--I couldn't even remember today's date. I recalled telling Jasper my date of birth as marked upon my tombstone, but I couldn't recall it myself. I could care less about my birthday--how old could I possibly be? I grimaced to myself.

"You are beginning to let Bella rub off on you." he said, bemused. I crossed my arms whilst still inside his embrace.

"I must be so ancient." I sighed, and he chuckled louder. "So, what was the purpose of telling me such dreadful news?"

"Come on, Alice. You love a party--any excuse and you have it down. Why so aggravated?" I frowned to this and rolled my eyes.

"Because the day is over. Party goes unplanned. Life goes on. I only have--" I checked my silver watch-- "three hours left of it anyway." I closed my eyes and sunk into his chest and said slyly, "Better luck next year."

"We can celebrate tomorrow if you truly want." Jasper's voice was more concerned and regretful. "I'm sorry I failed to tell you. I thought you knew--perhaps you were trying for a low-key celebration, I assumed. I suppose that is very out of character." I thought this over and played with the buttons again. Tiny and blue, they caught light over the button holes and thread.

"I don't need a celebration, Jasper. We all have birthdays, and they seem to come up every week when you live eternally. It's okay, don't fret, my love." I planted a soft kiss on his jaw line then. He remained unconvinced. "I'm supposed to remember my own birthday, after all." I rolled my eyes and laughed into the hollow of his throat. I could nearly feel him brighten a bit to my light-heart.

He was careful as he switched me to the other side of his body. I watched him with curiosity as he produced a bundle of pink cherry blossoms. I supposed I hadn't seen those. I laughed lightly and reached for them.

He picked one from his bunch and let me have it, all the while testing my reaction. I simply smiled and put my nose into the cup. I let my eyes close, and softly, Jasper's hands were in my hair. His fingers stroked through and tugged, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. "Jazz?" I asked into the darkness. His fingers massaged my scalp, and it felt so nice…I let my head roll on my shoulders. I sighed and let my hands fall from my face, and his wonderful fingers pleasured my scalp.

We sat in silence that way for awhile as his fingers threaded through my shortened hair. I could smell the freshly picked stems in the cool air. I inhaled and shivered as Jasper's fingers brushed the nape of my neck. His hands pulled away, and rested on my shoulders. I was facing away from him, sitting on his comfy lap still, when he leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. I curled up against myself a little, the way a child would giggle when tickled on the tummy. "You are perfect." His voice tickled my ear, and his tone was husky. My jokeful demeanor waned as I slowly turned to him.

My neck arched around to gaze into his meaningful butterscotch eyes. His fingertips brushed quietly across my skin--around my cheek, over my lips, and hovered on my chin, holding it in place. He kissed my small pink lips lovingly, a small but wonderful peck. I smiled and closed my eyes as he drew away.

"Let's go for a walk." he decided after a few beats of silence. I immediately pounced up, letting him free. I snatched his hand, unable to go on without his fuzzy warm touch. He chuckled lightly as I pulled our patio door open.

With our hands still clasped, we leapt from the wooden porch outside our room. It wrapped around the bedrooms--Edward could walk out to the porch as well. It was a nice addition--especially for nights like these when Jasper and I didn't want to use the front door.

When we landed into the forest in our backyard, I tripped over a large stump. I usually did no such thing--but it was so covered and big that I didn't have time to change my falling direction. I cried out and flailed a white arm, but I never touched the ground.

Jasper had me in his arms in an instant. My bare feet dangled out of the crook of his arm, my shoulders cradled together in his other bicep. I laid my head back against his skin and exhaled. All fear--which was little, mind you, vampires don't fright over falling--was diminished. He walked smoothly and evenly as if not to disturb me from a slumber. "I thought this was supposed to be a walk." I teased.

"I am walking." Jasper said, rolling his eyes. I muffled a giggle and fingered his navy blue shirt. It whispered kindly in between my ivory fingertips. I let my gaze wander to the sky, where the horizon was taking on a very faint lightness. The sun was rising--I supposed I had lost the time whilst Jasper had played with my hair. I didn't mind that my birthday was over now.

He knelt to the grassy ground then, and I delicately rolled onto the greenery. The blades tickled me, and I ran a palm over the surface, listening to them whisper against my rock hard skin. I sat on my tummy, my chin resting on my hand as I looked into the emerald grass.

I felt Jasper's chin lightly touch my shoulder, watching me. We lay on the grass for a while, simply looking at the nature around us. And catching perfect pecks, of course.

He sat up after a long while of teasing and laughing and kissing. I followed suit, and once I did, he took my hand and presumed to lead me through the forest. I went happily, and the sun was rising, letting its pale yellow beams strike our dazzling skin. I watched him glitter--his long sleeved shirt was rolled up to his elbow--a bit out of character, but I simply knew he felt comfortable around me.

After a while of gazing at him, thoughtless with only the exception of his beauty, he stopped me gently. He smiled at me, taking my hand in both of his. It felt warm and pleasant--enveloped like that. He pointed to the small lake--we had to be nearby home now. I loved our little lake. I curiously approached, my hand not leaving his. I peered into the soft water, and paired with the sunlight, I had to admit it was the best I had ever looked.

My face glowed with love for Jasper--it was plain and true. My cheeks looked almost rosy with the sunlight illuminating my grinning face. I watched the smile grow wider, saw my teeth become whiter in the light. The thin mist above the lake cast miniscule rainbows invisible to the human eye. I gazed at them as they danced over my reflection's face.

My eyes were butterscotch, and slightly darker than usual. I wondered why that was, since I hunted so recently. Perhaps it was another side effect of love I hadn't ever noticed, for they didn't look muddied with black, but warmed with a brown. I supposed it was only the lighting, but it made my lips and cheeks appear more pink.

I could then see what Jasper had done while he had been carefully stroking my short dark hair. I wore a crown of creamy pink flowers, intertwined in an intricate braid lacing around my skull. It was a task to do anything to such short hair, and I wondered silently how Jasper had known how to perform it. I supposed seeing Rosalie do it to herself made it a snap, for she did it so often, so vainly.

My hair was very crafty and gorgeous, and I needn't try to be vain about it. The flowers sparkled in the sun, it seemed, and my jet black braids gleamed smoothly. I touched a light finger to the work, not wanting to to ever come undone.

"Happy birthday, my love." Jasper's voice entered my ear. I giggled and leaned back slightly, knowing he would catch me. And he did, and while he did, he lifted my chin to meet my anxious lips. I hadn't remembered my last birthday, but this one set high standards for sure.

Total fluff, like fluff overload. I loved writing this one. Hope you smiled at least once while reading it! :)