A/N: Yes I know this is way late, but I will try to post some more tonight and be caught up by tommorow or Tuesday. I will save you from telling you about my life and why I haven't updated, because I doubt you care but here we go.

This is actually one of my favorite pieces I have ever written.

Disclaimer: Jasper and Alice are 's. I wouldn't mind If I got Jasper for christmas though.

Jasper listened to the grandfather clock tick monotonously as each second passed. The day was passing slowly and he had been left to himself, most of the day. His eyes stared at the piece of thread hanging off the sleeve of his deep green sweater. His eyes flicked up as he heard familiar footsteps walk across the living room floor. Alice flitted past him, curling her lips into a smile as she did so. Jasper chuckled softly at his wife, who wore a headband atop her head with antlers on it.

Jasper turned his attention back to his the loose thread after his wife was gone. He wrapped his fingers around the thread and yanked. The thread unraveled half of Jasper's sleeve, showing off his alabaster skin. His mind wandered from his sleeve back to his wife and her reindeer antlers. Alice had reminder Jasper of the reindeer's with some of her characteristics.

Dasher.

Dasher was supposedly the fastest reindeer; though Edward held being the fastest of the Cullen's Alice wasn't far behind. Alice ran with grace and speed. Alice could easily beat Jasper in speed and distance. Her small frame could move like no other Jasper had seen. Dasher was also know to be the smallest reindeer, and Alice was definitely the smallest; she didn't even break five foot. Jasper let a smile spread across his face as the memories of Alice outrunning him, and having to stand on her tip toes to kiss him ran through his mind.

Dancer.

Alice walked as if she was a dancer. It seemed as if her feet didn't touch the floor as she walked, it look more like she glided. Her movements were graceful and intricate as if she had studied the art of dance her whole life. The way she positioned herself around different people was like a different type of dance. Alice was also an excellent dancer, it's a talent of hers that she likes to keep hidden. She does it in private; when the two are alone or when she by herself. Jasper loves to watch her flit around on feet, dance in the open fields feeling as free and innocent as a child.

Prancer.

Jasper loved the way Alice pranced around the house when she was proud of herself or confident; which was almost ninety percent of the time. She pranced around the house when she bought a new outfit, or a new pair of shoes. She pranced to add something extra to her step to make the family look, and take notice. She pranced when she beat Edward in a race, when her car had a beat engine then Rose's, when she beat Emmett in one of his bets, or when she dressed up Bella. But when she prances toward him when the two are alone, it's his favorite prance of all.

Vixen.

Alice isn't actually what you would call a vixen. She wasn't as narcissistic as Rosalie and as interested in sex as Bella. She didn't flaunt her relationship with Jasper-especially the sexual aspect- or her beauty. She was not seen as a vixen to the family, but everyone knew better. Only Jasper saw Alice as a vixen, besides Edward who regretted that in so many ways. Alice would spend hours becoming vixen-like for her husband. Fixing her hair, finding the perfect clothes the fit just right, and making herself perfect. Her efforts though were wasted, for her husband couldn't care if she wore a paper bag; because her hair was mushed against her face and scalp and her clothes were torn in minutes. Though Jasper thought Alice was beautiful no matter what, it made him feel special to know that she was his vixen.

Comet.

No matter the color, Alice's eyes always reminded Jasper of a comet. Her eyes always had a glint in them, it lit up the room. Her eyes would light up when she had a plan up her sleeve, when she wanted to take her Porsche out for a drive, when she had a vision, when she won yet another bet. Anything excited Alice, even at the sound of her name her eyes lit up like a comet. Jasper had noticed until Bella had pointed it out awhile ago, but Alice's eyes light up the most when Jasper's around. When he walked into a room, when he touched her, kissed her, when he whispered in her ear. Fire burned beneath her eyes, and the fire light up her eyes. Jasper was Alice's flame and Alice was Jasper's comet.

Cupid.

Alice loved to play cupid. She was the one that had pushed and pushed Edward toward Bella. She was a hopeless romantic. Jasper was most thankful for the attribute of Alice's, because she played cupid for herself. If she wasn't such a romantic, Jasper and she wouldn't have gotten together, Jasper would never have felt hope-he'd probably be full of despair-, the two wouldn't have gotten married, and they would have never completed the Cullens.

Donner.

Every time that Jasper saw Alice, he felt thunder rock through his veins and to his core. The whole inside of his body shook with such a strong force it hurt to breathe. His conclusion was that this what it feels like when your heart beats. Though his heart can't technically beat, and he can't remember what it feels like; he thinks it's pretty close. Alice has the power to make him stop in his tracks, to make his unnecessary breathes hitch in his throat, to make him forget everyone around him and see only her. She is his thunder.

Blitzen.

Jasper is most in tune with Alice's emotions, even more than his own. Each time her emotion changes it changes his slightly. Her emotions strike at Jasper like lighting. Her emotions run through his veins as soon as they change. It feels like an electric shock to Jasper each time her emotion changes, they rarely hurt more of surprise jolt. But anytime Alice feels pain, it feels like Jasper is being electrocuted a million times over. Jasper wouldn't give up feeling his wife's emotions for anything, he enjoys every now and then being struck by lightning.

Jasper opened his eyes as he felt the cushion next to him sink down and felt her lean against his side. He raised his arm so she could rest against his chest. A smile curled onto his face as he looked down at her and she still wore the headband antlers.

"Which reindeer are you?" Jasper asked with laughter in his voice.

"Dunno, which one should I be?"

Jasper let out a chuckle, and Alice looked up with confusion.

"Sweetheart you are way to good to be any of those reindeer," He said thinking back to the reindeer he just compared her to. "You should be Alice, my beautiful sweet wife, Alice."

A smile spread across Alice's face and she leaned up and placed her lips lightly on Jasper's.