Hey guys! Sooo, thought I'd do another A & J one for all those who love this couple as much as I do. Enjoy! :-D

X x x

P.s. Probably only one more one coming up; as the summer comes in, I wanna do more for my Tamora Pierce story and I've got LOADS of stuff on over the hols so am gonna focus on that. This has been fun though so may do more at a later date...

'Black Velvet' by Alannah Myles "The boy could sing, knew how to move everything, always wanting more, baby if you're longing for - Black velvet and that little boy smile, black velvet and that slow southern style, a new religion that will bring you to your knees – Black velvet if you please..."

Wow, did that boy know how to drive me wild.

My boy. Even now after fifty years or so together, since that day at the dinner, those two little words, those two little syllables, still sounded strange rolling off my tongue.

And here in the bar, he looked right at home.

We'd journeyed back to the Deep South to reconnect with a couple of Jasper's old acquaintances for a while. After a day of running across the wilderness, a sea of sand, a storm of grit, a wind of heat, we were holing up in a motel complex for a while. Though we could have ran all night too, I wanted to spend time with Jaz without having my eyes closed and my mouth too full of dirt to talk. I wanted a hot shower. I wanted to wash my hair!

And once I had achieved cleanliness again we'd come down here. It was amazing that we'd found this little dive; squished between two dark shop entrances on a side street, it had bright neon lights and booming country music that instantly made Jasper's face alive. I couldn't say no to him when he asked me questions with those gorgeous eyes.

Inside the bar is packed with friendly smiling people all drawling at each other in that amazing accent that Jasper's managed to retain. There's a live band at one end playing music and the female singer with them has got everyone moving along to her beats in one way or another. The bass is contagious as it pulses through the room and where I'm standing against a high table, each wave sends shivers down my spine. In front of the band is a wide dance floor filled with couples. They were line-dancing earlier but now as the band as doing a set of slower numbers, the military uniformity has descended into swirling patterns.

When I'd torn my eyes away from the band, I had scanned the bar to see how Jaz was doing queue. He was waiting to get us a couple of beers. Though we didn't really drink anything human anymore, both of us find the taste of beer better than other human drinks. And right now after a hard, hot day, I felt like a little human cowgirl – craving a cold beer to soothe my sore mouth. When my eyes had finally picked out Jasper from the crowd I'd stopped breathing at the view.

My blood would have been pulsing and my heart soaring if they could. Instead I settled for the wave of desire that curled its way through my insides, more powerful and thrilling than those other two feelings could ever be. He really did drive me wild.

At the bar Jasper was casually talking to another guy next to him. He was leaning on the counter, one foot hooked up on the rail along the floor casually. Both arms supported him on the edge yet as I watched one reached up, almost in slow motion, to tip his hat backwards of his face. He held out two fingers of that hand signalling the bartender before he moved to stand upright. Subconsciously his left hand went in slow motion to hook round a belt loop.

He was the epitome of a southern gentlemen immortalised. And the sight made me drool.

As if he knew I was watching my man looked my way. His gaze took in my wandering one and a slow southern smile grew across his face. When my eyes finally met his, heat flashed across the room between us to rival the blistering desert sun we had felt today. His irises darkened as my lips smiled slowly in response, lust and desire drowning me in return.

I thought in those moments as he crossed the room with our drinks, I would self-combust. I tried not to follow his movements with my gaze but everytime I looked away I felt the burning brand of his looks upon my skin and turned back. Southern torture. Finally he was by my side.

But he was more than by my side, he was close. Brushing against my side with his chest, his arm catching mine for a second when he passed over the chilled bottle. Wordlessly we drank then I turned his way and tipped my head back to look into his eyes.

The lighting made it hard to see exactly what secrets his face held but there was enough for me to see what I needed. He felt exactly the same way as I did – it was plainly written on his features, his protective stance by my side, the hand catching mine and intertwining our fingers.

"Hey," I finally managed lightly, wrapping my other arm round my soul mate to pull me closer.

We both sighed at the reunion.

"Hey yourself."

That southern twang touched every nerve in my body. He wrapped his arms round me, taking my captured hand with him. For moment we stood embraced; the whole reason we had stopped for the night clearly shown in one second.

Then he released me, but kept my hand, and picked up his bottle swigging again tipping his head back slightly to drink long. I got an up close view of the vampire cowboy ensemble that had caused the burning through my veins earlier; dark, faded jeans that fitted snugly and a black and white chequered top. Lastly was the hat. A black sturdy looking thing that Jasper had pulled out of our closest when we'd decided to take the trip. A real cowboy hat not some cheap imitation so easily found these days. It matched nicely with my real cowboy.

Suddenly I was pulled out of my musings by a callused thumb being drawn along my hand as my beer was taken from me. Jasper was smiling at the opening chords of the song the band had just struck up, looking at the dance floor. He began to pull me towards the dance floor and I laughed lightly at his persistence when I tried to stop.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to dance to with you." Jasper reported, leaving no room for questioning.

He found a space a space amongst the couples and pulled me to him again. Our bound hands were placed on his chest whilst his other wound round my waist where it belonged.

The beat was slow and deep, regularly giving the couples something to turn to whilst the guitar and bass dictated the rest. With a confident assurance that came from our age-old relationship Jasper began to move the pair of us in our small space. We only moved maybe a foot in either direction but that wasn't important.

Everything else melted away entirely inside the bar as we danced, his gaze holding mine, every promise and declaration in our eyes. Time to time my man's large hands scorched paths across my skin and again the coil in my belly grew tighter. Impossibly we moved closer and closer together, becoming one moving entity inside the music. At every point we touched; all I could feel was hard muscle.

The woman sung on, describing images of times passed in a sweet reminiscent voice that was captivating. Yet I didn't hear it for long. Half-way through the first verse, Jasper's head bent towards mine. His lips followed a trail from mine across my cheek to my ear, touching skin with a whispering brush that frustrated me. Here those instruments of torture opened to release his sweet low singing into my ear. He knew every word, every line and followed the music; caressing my ear with his hot breath. I had to close my eyes at the sensations running through me and slowly hard.

We continued to move in a way that was no longer close enough for me. I released his hand and clung to him not only for support but to show him just how much he was affecting me.

I gripped his shoulders with vice-like hands.

Finally as the women ended, giving way to a sweet and warm instrumental Jasper clasped his hands at the small of my backs and leaned into me. His sheer size and the movement caught me by surprise, bending me back over his hands as he had intended. As I swooped towards the floor Jasper followed, nudging his nose down my neck. Then he caught me.

With his mouth where my neck flowed into my shoulders, causing a sweet fire to start within me, I was held in the tenderest of embraces by my southern cowboy. His silken hair brushed my cheek as he moved and then there was a different texture against my face - the smooth roughness of his hat; the black velvet stroking the embers of my desire.

It was a purely southern sensation and in that moment I felt so overwhelmed, so deeply content and so completely happy.