Hey Twilight'ers! I've been really good about updating lately, and it should stay this way. I have a babysitting job through the month of June, but it's only one kid and he's super chill. He spends most of his time playing the Pirates of the Caribbean online game, so I have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll be taking my laptop and writing during that time.
Well, this chapter, as you can probably guess, is the wedding scene. I asked what you guys would want to see for the scene after the wedding (coughcoughSEXcoughcough) just to see what your input was. I knew I wouldn't even be able to write something super-lemony, but if that was what you guys wanted, I was going to have one of my friends write it for me. However, you guys didn't want it too intense… thank you! haha. So I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I think it's my favorite one I've written. So please, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I own a copy of Twilight, but sadly, not the entire franchise.
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This was the most nervous I had ever been.
You would think that when you are marrying the most amazing man, who, it seems like, was made just for you, you wouldn't have any issues or concerns. Perhaps you would imagine that the walk down the aisle would be the easiest one of your life, and that everything would go smoothly.
You, my dear, would be completely and fully wrong.
Standing outside of the thick, oak door that led to the inner room of the courthouse where Jasper was waiting for me, I was hyperventilating. I wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with me, but there was something keeping me from pushing that door open. Did I look alright? I glanced into the mirror that was hanging by the door. I thought so. My dress was extremely stylish, my hair was into a pretty, curly updo, and my face was looking natural and fresh. I guess it was just pre-wedding jitters that most women got. But in the back of my mind, there was a severe worry that Jasper wouldn't think I looked good enough.
But enough of the silly worrying. I needed to make the most important walk of my life.
Slowly, I pushed open the door. Down the short, red aisle, I saw a plump man who was serving as the justice and a thin, rail-like older woman who was serving as a witness. Finally, I saw Jasper. He literally took my breath away. His usually unruly hair was somewhat tamed, but still looking extremely Jasper-ish. His golden eyes were twinkling with happiness and joy. He was wearing a very dashing black tux. He was so beautiful, that I rushed down the aisle just so I could be close to him.
Jasper was speechless when I made it up to him.
"What? Oh no, do I look bad?" I whispered to him. I was afraid that was worst fear was coming true.
"No…" he said. "You are absolutely the most beautiful and perfect thing I've ever seen."
I took his hand, and the ceremony began.
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"You may now kiss the bride."
I was looking into Jasper's eyes so much, I can barely remember what happened in the ceremony. I vaguely recall saying our vows and putting the rings on each other's fingers, but I was snapped back to reality when the justice said those words.
Jasper gave me a smile, then placed his hands on the small of my back and pulled me close to him. He then leaned down, and placed the best kiss of my life on my lips. I'll never forget how it my first kiss as Mrs. Alice Whitlock felt.
"I love you," Jasper whispered to me.
"I love you, too," I whisper back. "So, so much."
He then picked me up bridal style and carried me back down the aisle, me giggling the entire time.
Outside of the doors, a photographer was waiting for us.
"Will we show up in the picture?" I asked Jasper with a giggle. He simply rolled his eyes and nudged me, trying to make me be semi-serious.
Jasper wrapped his arms around me, and we smiled as the photographer took a few photos.
"You'll be able to pick these up in a few days," the photographer said. We thanked him, and I saw Jasper slip him a few bills.
"Let's get out of here," I said to Jasper, and we left to hail a taxi to go back to my apartment.
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The statement I made earlier, concerning me saying that my wedding was the most nervous moment of my life, is no longer true.
You know, I had never really had issues about my body. I thought this as I scrutinized my naked body in the mirror in my bathroom. No, not my bathroom… our bathroom. I had seen my body naked thousands of times before when I was dressing or bathing, but now, it looked totally different. Maybe it was because my body was no longer just mine. It belonged to someone else as well.
I had so many concerns and worries, though. I knew Jasper was waiting for me outside of that door. We had just been married, and I knew what would happen next. Even though relationships in this time period were more casual and often involved sex, Jasper and I had never even gone further than simple kissing and hand-holding. I knew that now that would change though.
But what if I wasn't good enough? My worst fear in the entire world was that Jasper would conclude that he could have so much better, and would leave me in my bed alone. However, I reminded myself that Jasper loved me, and wouldn't leave me because I wasn't a good enough sex partner. As far as I knew, we were on the same level in the sex department… no experience at all.
I needed to get over my worries, because Jasper was waiting for me on the other side of that door. So, I picked up the white negligee that I purchased the week before and slipped it on over my head.
It was a very nice garment, considering the fact that I could have been wearing something much more revealing. I ran my fingers through my hair to muss it up a bit and slipped on some more lipstick. I was trying to make myself look sexier, but I didn't think it was working. Taking one more look in the mirror, I concluded that it wasn't going to get any better than that.
I took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. I found it ironic how I had pushed two doors open today that led or would lead to a new way of life for me.
As I had guessed, Jasper was sitting on our bed waiting for me. For me, it was a strange sight. Before this, Jasper had even refused to walk into my room, and now he was sitting in the middle of my bed, a look of desperate anticipation on his face.
When he saw me, his jaw dropped.
"What do you think?" I asked as I twirled around, showing him my outfit.
"I… I…" This was a first. I had never heard Jasper stutter. But I took this as a good thing, because soon, he closed the distance between us by rushing over with vampire-like speed and sweeping me into a passionate kiss.
I forgot to breathe because this kiss was new. Jasper had never kissed me like this, but I guess that was because before, there had always been boundaries that we hadn't wanted to cross. Now, though, boundaries no longer existed. We belonged to each other.
During the kiss, Jasper had picked me up and laid me on the bed. "Have I ever told you that you are the single most wonderful and beautiful thing in the entire world, and that I love you so much?"
"I think so," I said with a smile. "Have I ever told you that I feel exactly the same way?"
"I'm pretty sure you have." He then leaned in for another passionate kiss.
I broke it to say, "I think you have too many clothes on." He smirked, and started to unbutton his shirt.
"No, let me," I protested. He smiled and positioned himself so that he hovered over me with plenty of room left over for me to get the job done. I started slowly, working my way from the top down, placing a kiss on every new bit of skin that was revealed. I had unbuttoned the last one, and he shrugged it off.
I gasped. Covering his arms were hundreds of silver, crescent scars. "What are those, Jasper?" I had never seen them before, but I really had never seen Jasper's arms before. He always wore long-sleeved shirts, and now it was obvious why.
He gave me a sad look. "Back in my old coven, there was always a battle for power. I don't exactly like to show them off. It just reminds me of my painful past, so I choose not to look at them."
I was so saddened by my story. At that moment, my only was was that I could give him some happiness, but God knows he deserved it. I placed a soft kiss on every scar I could reach. I saw Jasper close his eyes in what I assumed was peaceful joy.
I wanted him so much, in every way possible. I wanted to be with him, be a part of him, be only his for the rest of eternity. My love for this man was so intense that it made me nearly break down every time I thought of it.
And so, I surrendered myself to him, mind, body, and soul. He was my best friend. My confidante. But mostly, he was my soul mate.
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I really hoped you guys liked that! I'm glad I steered away from the hard core scene. I thought this one was much more Alice and Jasper and very sweet.
So please let me know what you thought! I appreciate your opinions, hard core!
Edward love,
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