Hola y'all! hope you are enjoying my tales...not much new to say. OH YES! THERE IS!! i began a new story, and i would like to promote it here. It is called 'Where love is Found' and it features Jasper as a soldier, Emmett his brother, Alice and Rose are bar singers, and Edward is a performing pianist while Bella is a bar waitress! It's a fun concept--please check it out!
Alice and Jasper share secrets by the rising sun.
-Tell Me Something New-
There was no place better than in Alice's arms in the sunlight. Our plushy white comforter snuggled against us, rubbed on our sparkling granite skin. Alice felt so small and soft in my own embrace, her delicate nose and lips resting at the base of my throat. Her breathing made my body melt.
Outside, the sun peeked through the dying tree branches, still moist from yesterday's regular Forks rain showers. They scraped against the window, beckoning to come inside. The yellow sunlight pierced through the dark mosses and ebony spidery twigs. I could see the emerald-blue grass outside through the net of twigs.
"Tell me something."
I started at Alice's gentle voice, but I had to ask: "What do you want to hear, my love? I will tell you anything. I will read you a story if you'd like, or tell you one of our own. I'd even sing for you, Alice."
"Tell me something I don't know." She said, not moving her head from the soft burrow of my neck. I laughed quietly into her fine hair curls.
"You know everything about me, everything about us."
"Then tell me something about someone else." she insisted. I racked my brain for a few moments, and finally came up with a perfect fact, one I would only know.
"At Bella's wedding, when you wore that beautiful silver gown? And Rose had the same one...the bridesmaid gowns? I'm sure you remember."
"Of course! I loved those dresses. I still have mine. I'll never throw it out. It's not everyday you get to be a human's bridesmaid." Her skin glowed.
"Not for us, anyway." I offered, pulling her tighter. She giggled.
"No."
"Anyway, do you know how Rosalie felt when she first saw you emerge from your closet with that on your body?" I asked happily. Alice stirred curiously.
"No."
"She was nervous." Alice was silent, and I could feel her long lashes stroke my neck. "She thought that you'd be considered the most beautiful one at the wedding, not her. Of course, I already knew for certain that you would be." I brushed my lips over Alice's head, savoring her modest elation.
She slithered closer, letting her cheek rest on my collarbone. "Tell me something else."
'You know that these aren't easy to come by. You are a very all-knowing little thing, you are."
Alice snickered delicately, as soft as the beat of a monarch's wing. I searched my already-strewn mind for something new.
I laughed quietly. "Sometimes I think I should cut my hair."
Alice pried away very suddenly, her golden eyes huge and comical in their size. I smirked, but she finally chirped, "No, don't do that! I love it this way! If you cut it, it will never grow back! Don't you dare, Jasper Whitlock!"
I smiled softly, cupping her face and letting it fall back to the pillows. Her eyes still swam with suspicion. "I won't, my dear. If you do not will it, I will not let a single shear touch it."
Her fingertips traveled from my neck to my temple to my hair, trailing with static pleasure. I clenched my jaw and let my eyes shut with the warmth that gave me shivers. She tugged and stroked my hair, twirling it on her pinky and kissing the ends of the golden tendrils.
"I like it like this because it is perfect to run my fingers through it." She said faintly. With the ball of my thumb, I stroke little circles on her cheek thoughtfully.
She shut her eyes and smiled ever so lightly.
"Now…"
"I think I'm all out of secrets, Alice." I interrupted cautiously.
She shook her head, eyes still folded closed. "Sing to me now, Jasper."
I supposed she'd called my bluff. I wasn't sure how well I could sing. I'd heard Edward hum and sing to Bella through the walls, but I hadn't ever tried to vocally please Alice before. I kept my favorite brother in the back of my mind as I began to hum through parted lips.
I incorporated the wind's melody that would blow through Alice's fine as silk hair.
I wove in the trickling softness of her laughter.
My voice rose and fell like her emotions that flowed through us both.
I sighed with the joy I felt when I saw her, thought of her, touched her, loved her.
I finally stopped and looked down at my wife. She was gazing up at me with wide eyes. I chuckled and kissed her forehead and laid my head to the pillow, not realizing I had propped myself up on an elbow to deliver my song. "What shall that song be named, Alice?"
"Well, I'm sure Edward has copyrighted the whole 'Lullaby' thing. Alice's Lullaby doesn't sound like me."
"Plus, I was not trying to lull you to sleep." I whispered, holding out a warning finger. She grinned softly and took that finger, pressing it to her lips. She kissed the pad of my finger, turning my hand in hers to touch every knuckle and nail to her mouth.
"Alice's Melody sounds better for me." She finally said, and I agreed with a long, long kiss.
"Perfect."
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