DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me…they are all the creation of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.
A Very Lemony Wedding Night -- You Are Warned!
Jasper's POV
The wedding day was not for the husband. Not only did you have to dress up in an annoyingly uncomfortable outfit, you didn't actually get to spend any of your time with your wife. I'd had Alice's attention for the entirety of the all too short ceremony and that was it. The ink had barely even dried on our marriage license before she was ushering us all off to the restaurant.
And dinner with Alice was never a calm, private affair when our families were together. It was like they all fed off of Alice's excitement, making them all a bunch of rowdy teenagers instead of the adults they normally managed to be. Well, all except for Edward—his most relaxed setting was slightly tense for a normal person.
After dinner, we'd all come back to the condo to let everyone change. The girls had spent the better part of an hour hiding in the bedroom with Alice. Other than Rose and Alice having changed their dresses, I wasn't sure what they'd been doing for the past hour. Alice looked as breathtakingly beautiful in her little purple number as she had in her wedding dress. And she had put on my favorite shoes—they were silver heels that had a screw-type design to them. They almost brought her to my chin and they looked damn sexy against her tanned legs.
My hands twitched, wanting to find out if that dress was as silky as it looked. Alice had decided last month that we would abstain to make the wedding night more special. More special my…It was frustrating! That's what it was! I was just glad Edward and Emmett hadn't found out about it. They'd have made the last four weeks completely unbearable if they'd known, especially Emmett.
"Ali, can we please send them all away and stay home?" I begged, nibbling at her earlobe. "Let me show you how happy I am to have you as my wife."
Alice chuckled evilly as she shimmied against my body just enough to drive me even crazier. "I promise the wait will be worth it, Jazzy. But first, we dance." Without another word, she twirled away and walked off to join Rose near Bella and Edward.
"I'd pull your shirt out of your pants if I were you," Emmett chuckled, having somehow managed to sneak up on me. How the hell such a big bear of a man could be stealthy like that just amazed me. "You know, Jazz," Emmett started, putting his big arm on my shoulder. "It's good to see you still have it bad for the little pixie after all this time."
"Emmett, tread carefully," I warned him. Emmett had his own zip code in the land of perverted minds and there was no telling what over-the-top sexual innuendo was lurking behind his big mouth.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. "I was just going to ask if you've gotten used to the sensation."
I knew I was making a huge mistake, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. "What sensation?"
"Her little wings tickling your skin and little Jazzy," he said with a big smirk on his face.
"Do you really want me to tell my sister you're annoying me on my wedding day?"
Emmett immediately straightened up and looked somber. "Sorry, Jasper. Didn't mean anything by it. I was just trying to lighten the mood. You seemed a little tense was all."
"Jazz, Em!" Alice yelled. "Let's go, you two!"
We all climbed into Rose's Minivan so that we would only have to take one car. I still couldn't believe my sister had gotten a minivan with her love of cars, but I guess parenthood required you to be more practical than stylish. I wondered when Alice and I would start to talk about parenthood. I didn't want to rush her or anything—I knew how much she loved her job. Still! The very thought of Alice carrying our baby was enough to fill me with excitement and anticipation.
I wasn't a big fan of clubbing. I didn't mind the dancing and some of the music was actually quite good. It was the men I couldn't stand. From the second the first man caught sight of Alice, Rose, and Bella, until they were safely in the car again, they were stared at like pieces of meat instead of the amazing women that they were.
And tonight was no different. Emmett was mostly oblivious, too busy trying to peek down Rose's dress to notice the drooling stares. But Edward noticed. I could see it in the way he held Bella in front of him with his hands covering her belly. And he was only going to get worse as her stomach expanded. I wouldn't be the list bit surprised if he tried to strap a pillow to her belly in an effort to keep her from bumping into anything. "Tried" being the operative word because Isabella Marie Swan, little sister of Emmett Swan, was as stubborn as they came. If she felt she was perfectly safe, then she would tell Edward exactly where he could stick his pillow.
"Jasper, would you be interested in dancing with your new wife?" Alice asked. She was moving her body just enough to make her dress fan out and twirl a little as she seductively held her bottom lip between her teeth. Her lipstick was that shiny kind that made her lips look so wet, and pink, and ready to be kissed. The woman was going to kill me before we'd even been married for a full day. Oh, but what a way to go!
I found a lingering shred of gentleman inside of me and led my beautiful wife out to the dance floor, managing to satisfy myself with a chaste kiss to her blush covered cheek. Her little arms encircled what they could of my waist and she rested her head against my chest, already swaying to the lyrics of "With You" by Chris Brown. I wasn't as into music as Edward and Alice, but being with her everyday had made some of her knowledge rub off on me. And honestly, it was a nice song. I could relate a lot of the lyrics to how I felt about Alice. Without her, my life wouldn't be as vibrant, as entrancing, or as fulfilling. Alice did every single thing with her whole heart and loving me was no different.
The music changed to something much more…whatever it was, it made Alice dance in that sexy way she had, barely grazing her body against every part of mine while not really touching me at the same time. It was completely maddening. But it was better than the alternative. She could have been—Yep! Spoke too soon. Alice had turned her back toward me and was now grinding her little backside against me. She had to know she was playing a very dangerous game, spreading this much lust around this early in the night. She couldn't really expect me to stay here with everyone instead of taking her home and showing her exactly how much I desired her.
For the first time in my life, I was glad Emmett had found a way to interrupt. Without uttering a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away toward Edward, who was having a rather heated argument with an angry Bella. Rose didn't look much happier.
"What's going on?" I asked, putting my hands on Bella's shoulders in hopes of calming her. It wasn't good for her to get upset too often or for too long. She was attempting to grow a baby inside of her small body.
"Edward refuses to dance with me, which is all fine and well. But now he's ordering me not to dance at all!" Bella fumed, glaring at Edward.
"We came out to have a good time. She has on sensible shoes and she's going to be with me," Rose said. "So just back off, Edward. Stop trying to be her lord and savior, and just be her husband."
Edward looked so pitiful being ganged up on by Rose and Bella at the same time, but it was his own fault. He was too overprotective and Bella was too independent to put up with it for long periods of time. She'd been pretty calm about it during the last week, but obviously Edward had tried one too many times to boss her around.
"You two do something with him," Bella hissed, waving her finger between Emmett and me. "I'm going with dance with my sisters." She turned on her heel, her brown hair swinging out and smacking Edward right in his shocked face.
Emmett was bent over guffawing like an idiot, slapping his knee with one hand and pointing at Edward with the other.
"Edward, a word of advice…Don't piss off the pregnant woman," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "As much as she loves you, she's got a lot to deal with and she's not going to take your crap if she doesn't absolutely have to."
"I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't overdo things, Jasper," Edward defended. "You know how stubborn she is and how much she hates to admit she needs things."
"What she needs most, is to be with her family and friends and be her age before she has to be a responsible parent every second of every day," I told him.
"Edward, I like you, man," Emmett said, hooking his arm around Edward's neck and dragging his body closer. "But if you keep pissing off my baby sister, I'm going to beat your ass."
"You just need to relax and back off, Edward," I said. I moved aside and pointed out our three beautiful wives, dancing together in a tight little circle. All three of them were smiling and having a good time. "She's safe and she's happy. So stop being a worry-wart and go dance with your wife."
"Think she'll let me?" he asked, running a hand through his already messed up hair.
"Apologize with feeling," Emmett said, patting Edward's chest.
Edward and I couldn't help but laugh at Emmett's attempt to give useful information. Lord knows he'd angered Rose enough times to know a thing or two about apologies.
Edward walked off toward Bella, looking like a man taking a long walk off a short pier; only Bella could make him that nervous. He tapped her shoulder and she turned, still looking angry at him. Emmett and I started betting each other on how she would hit him and when it would happen.
Whatever Edward had said must have been damn good because Bella's angry scowl melted into a bright smile and she threw her arms around his neck. Alice and Rose smiled and patted his back—must have been one hell of a line to get both of them to forgive him too. The girls always stuck up for each other against us.
With that drama solved, Emmett and I joined everyone else on the dance floor, finally getting around to enjoying the music and dancing with our beautiful women. I really was going to have to ask Edward about his apology—Bella was so enthralled with him that she wasn't even paying attention to the rhythm of the music. She was just swaying in front of him, never taking her arms away from his neck or her lips from his.
"We're the last to do the marriage thing, Jazzy," Alice said, her melodic voice capturing my full attention.
"Do you wish we would have done it sooner?" I asked her.
"Never," she giggled, using my shirt collar to pull my lips down to hers. "Everything about us happened exactly as it should and it's all been perfect, just like the rest of our lives will be."
"I'll do all that I can to make sure of it, Alice," I promised. She gave me that smile that lit up her whole face and made her eyes sparkle and my heart did a flip for her. Every time I thought I couldn't love her more, she found a way to cram one more ounce of feeling into my already overloaded heart—and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Alice's POV
I'd showered away the club smells, made sure every part of me was smooth as a baby's bottom, and I was dressed to kill in my new outfit. So what in the heck was I nervous for? How come I couldn't stop fidgeting with the lingerie I'd bought especially for tonight? And why hadn't I left this stupid bathroom yet? Why had I wanted to abstain again?
"Oh, get a grip, Alice Cullen," I said, chastising my reflection. I realized my mistake and giggled at myself. "Alice Hale now." I sighed and looked sternly at myself. "Alice, you're being as silly as Bella gets. You've brought Emmett to his knees numerous times, beat out hoards of shoppers at Bergdorf Goodman for the perfect dress in the perfect size as soon as it left the shipping container, and you've even managed to pull off a full scale Cullen-worthy wedding reception for your brother in only three days time. You can go out there and show that beautiful specimen of a man how happy you are to be his wife! You're young and beautiful, not to mention fabulously stylish in this outfit of yours," I added, turning to the side to get a better view of myself.
I'd chosen a fly-away baby doll with matching panties. It was white with black print—flowers, leaves, and branches in honor of the way we'd met. I was sure Jasper would catch onto the significance of my outfit. He always seemed to know when something was significant or important to me.
"Alice, honey, is everything okay?" Jasper asked, knocking gently on the door. "I don't want you to rush or anything. I just wanted to check on you."
I smiled at his sweetness, suddenly feeling both calm and excited. It was our wedding night! We were married! I was Alice Cullen Hale and would be for the rest of my life. I lifted my head high and did a sexy stroll to the door, getting myself into the role of sexy new wife for him. I opened the door wide and posed for him. "Hello, Husband," I greeted, giving him a sexy smile.
His fingers and lips twitched seconds before a big smile broke out on his face. "Dressed like that, you make it really hard for me to remember how to be a gentleman."
I smirked, pleased with my effect on him. "You don't always have to be a gentleman, Jazz. I don't mind just having the man every so often."
He stepped forward, wrapping his long arms around my small body. "You deserve the gentleman because you are one amazing lady." He took my hand, kissing the back of it and then leading me over to our bed. He helped me up onto the king sized monstrosity and then followed right after.
We sat with our legs folded in front of us, our hands pressed palm to palm, and our eyes locked on each other. My hands were so much smaller than his; our wrists were even, but the base of my fingers started well before the top of his palm. To the outside observer, it probably looked like the strangest form of foreplay ever witnessed, but it had meaning for us.
Jasper smiled and my hands started to tingle. I closed my eyes, imagining his love flowing out of his hands and into mine, filling me up from through my arms, to my heart, and all the way down to my feet. I concentrated hard, wanting him to feel my love right back.
He chuckled and I opened one eye just a little to peek at him. He smiled and shook his head the slightest bit. Once again, I'd sent the wrong emotion his way. Love, lust—it was hard to keep them separate with Jasper. He was just so amazingly remarkable.
Jasper squeezed my fingers for just a second, bringing my focus back to him. I tried again, thinking of how much I loved him and how perfect this day had been with him. He nodded his head, all smiles as he looked at me. I fought the urge to laugh, not wanting to make him laugh too—he hated getting the giggles.
Jasper moved his hand up to my face, caressing my cheek and then gently closing my eyes. This was one of my favorite things that Jasper did for me. He moved me so that I was stretched out on the bed. With the lightest of touches, his fingertips ghosted over my skin, starting at my forehead. His skilled fingers massaged my temples, relaxing my mind. His hands moved down to my shoulders and worked their magic there, releasing the tension from my body.
Once Jasper was sure I was relaxed, he went back to just grazing me with his fingertips. He trailed them over my collarbones and down the insides of my arms, raising goose bumps along the way. When he reached my hands, he lifted my arms above my head, lying them on the pillows.
His fingers slid down my arms and then across my sensitive sides, making me shiver and fight the urge to giggle. His hands finally reached my hips and I tensed in anticipation, wondering where those talented fingers would go next.
And then they disappeared completely. I wanted to open my eyes and look for him, but I knew that would ruin his plans for me. Jasper's surprises were always worth the wait. I felt a slight tugging and realized he was untying the little ribbon that held my top together. The air hit my skin, raising goose bumps across my chest this time.
Jasper's thumbs barely grazed my nipples and they reacted instantly, standing at attention like two soldiers in front of their general. I couldn't hold back my giggle that time. His hands took control of the troops—okay, I really needed to stop with the army metaphors.
Jasper kissed the sensitive skin between my breasts, making a trail down to my navel and back up again. All humor and laughter melted away and was replaced with Jasper's gentle touch. His fingers and lips caressed my skin, hitting all of my sensitive spots in just the right way to drive me crazy.
He gently bit my hip, getting me to squeak and jump. I laughed and slapped his arm as he smirked at me. Jasper was the perfect lover—part tender, part playful, and always sexy. He kissed the spot he'd nipped and then pushed the edge of my underwear down just a little. He kissed the smooth skin he uncovered and then moved up, meeting my lips with his. His tongue moved against mine, letting me taste that scent I'd never named but knew only as his own. Little by little, his weight settled against me, his bare chest pressing against my own. I wrapped my small arms around his neck, wanting to draw him even closer.
"So very beautiful," he whispered, kissing my closed eyelids.
I opened my eyes and smiled seductively at him. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Hale."
He laughed softly and then wrapped his arms around me, moving us so that I was on top. His fingers grazed along my collarbones, removing the baby doll top completely and tossing it to the side. Those long arms of his gave him such an advantage over me as his fingertips ghosted down my spine, making me shiver and sigh in pleasure.
His large hands held onto my hips, sliding me against him and causing the most amazing friction. I rocked myself against him, wanting more of that friction, but he just laughed and moved us again. I still wondered how he managed to do that without ever crushing me. The bottom half of my outfit disappeared before I'd even settled into the mattress.
He lifted my leg, planting his lips against my ankle and then working up toward my knee. He gently bit the sensitive skin behind my knee, making me moan out. He knew so many ways to pleasure me and make me feel his love and lust in equal measure.
So agonizingly slowly, those perfect lips of his moved past my knee and onto my inner thigh. So very close to the part of me that was calling out for him. But he passed right over it, pausing just long enough to blow on my heated skin and drive me crazy. His lips touched against my other thigh and moved down toward my knee.
"Jasper, please," I begged, tugging at his shoulder.
He laughed quietly, placing one last kiss to my thigh before moving up my body and locking my lips in a heated kiss. With his usual care and compassion, he slowly joined us together, melding our bodies as husband and wife for the first of many, many wonderful times. He set a comfortable rhythm for us, leaving him free to assault my neck and shoulders with his wonderful kisses.
"My wife," he sighed against my lips, filling my heart with so much love for him. I wasn't sure how I ever managed to keep it all inside of me. This man was my entire world and I would do anything to be with him. From that first moment in the nursery, to this exact second in time, I'd carefully made every one of my choices, making sure they would lead to the happiest of outcomes for us both.
We drew closer to the edge together, but I could feel that Jasper was closer than me. Poor, poor man had been without for far too long and it was all to make me happy. My name flew from his lips in a breathy moan as his whole body shivered against mine. It was just the push I needed to find my own release.
Jasper moved us so that I could rest on top of him. His lips brushed against the top of my head and he sighed, sounding happy and content. "How do you like being my wife so far, Mrs. Hale?" he whispered.
"I like it just fine, Mr. Hale," I laughed. "But you know, I'm not opposed to you giving me more reasons to enjoy being your wife."
"Ready again so soon?" he chuckled, drawing his fingers up my back with just the right amount of pressure.
"Jasper, I can never get enough of you." I lifted my head to see his beautiful face. "There's so much love between us that it's just one never-ending cycle. And I honestly wouldn't have it any other way."
"Well in that case, can I interest my new bride in a very sensual bath?"
"What are you doing still talking?" I asked, giving him a sexy smile.
He sat up and I immediately wrapped my legs around him, holding tight. He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Alice, dear, this might work a bit better if you let me put you down."
"I have been without your touch for far too long, Jasper Hale. I'm not letting go for any reason."
He seemed shocked for a second, but quickly recovered—just in time to give me another of those passion-filled kisses that made me feel like I would explode with emotion. Yes, it was definitely going to be a good night in the Hale house. And just wait until we got into that huge tub and I got a turn at being in charge. I was going to show my new husband just how appreciate I was of him sticking with that crazy abstinence idea. We weren't doing that again!
Hopefully, this chapter gave you guys a little bit of everything! We got to see Jasper and Alice have a very nice wedding night. Bella got to yell at Edward. Emmett got to be his same old goofy self. I'm not too sure how this came out because I've never written for Alice and Jasper this way before, so please let me know what you liked and didn't! Oh! Alice's dress and shoes are on my webpage listed on my profile - the regular one not the myspace one.
Special thanks to HP, my roomie extradonaire! Without her here to keep me laughing, I doubt I'd have been able to get into a good enough frame of mind to get this chapter finished. Persevere, People! Or at least that's what I'm working on! LOL!