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Ch.9-Thirsty For Touch

The light buzzed on. It was yellow and kind, not harsh and bright. I stepped in, and realized too late that I inhaled her scent, enough to be audible. I was ridiculous. I turned away from her, embarrassed. I heard her softly giggle, and tried to replay it in my head, for it was so sweet and beautiful.

We stood inside of her cottage. It was fairly clean and unremarkable, but it was hers. This angel--she had living quarters, and I was lucky enough to be inside of them.

The walls reflected the golden yellow light. Greenish cracks rippled around the corners of the plain walls. There was only one couch, and it looked stiff and misplaced. A crocheted blanket was thrown upon it. On one wall, there was simply one frame, while the others were all oddly bare.

It wasn't a plain scribble, but a careful embroidered piece of cloth. Silk, perhaps, by the way it shone in the weak light. My eyes homed in closer, and I found the black stitches beautiful--whoever had done it was quite artistic in needle work. There were no silly flowers or fluffy birds surrounding it. It was plain words, and I supposed that was its appeal. The quote seemed to whisper in the darkened room: "I love you more today than yesterday and only half as much as tomorrow."

My first thought was not pleasant. Who could she be referring to? Such a wonderful vampire surely had a mate--how stupid I was for assuming she was alone, just because she met me at a diner. Should I ask? Perhaps. But why? And she had spoken my name--

I twirled to her, and she stared at me, her large eyes suspicious. I blinked at her tiny body in the dark corner. "I don't have a mate."

My jaw literally dropped. I managed to pick it up, but only to mumble, "How did you know--"

"I just knew what you were going to say." Her voice was gentle, as to not disturb me. Her last reassurance did, actually, relieve me. Not that I had a chance with her, anyway. The harsh thought jarred me...the realization that I stood no chance at all with a woman this perfect. I bit my lip, feeling the regret of my past years flaring terribly in this moment. It was more intense now than ever...because it rendered me unworthy of Alice.

When I looked at Alice, her eyes were so soft and understanding, like she knew what I had been through. Like she had a similar past. Doubtful, but maybe…

When she approached me, I remained still. Normally, I would have tensed, but all of my fear flew out the window. When her tiny hands touched the flaps of my jacket, I was suddenly envious of the fabric for touching her skin. I clenched my jaw, sustaining the shivery gasp I wanted to release.

"Jasper…" Her voice was like a caress, and I know I must have looked foolish then, standing in her living room, my eyes falling closed, my mouth parting in overwhelming sensations. I could faintly see her through my foggy haze. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness, piercing through with hidden vivaciousness and perkiness. Now, it dimmed with love.

That love--it was so addicting once I felt it. I was so envious of anything that had seen her before I had that it almost hurt--

"Jasper, you okay?" Her breath fanned across my skin, still dabbled in sewer residue. Her air was so cool and sweet, I just wanted to kiss her, to inhale it firsthand. I was embarrassed of my behavior, my eyes were switching away with lazy quickness, my jaw clenching as to not let my begging thoughts pour out.

"You want to take off this mucky jacket, Jasper?" Her voice…ahh, it was so beautiful, and relaxing, numbing my body and lifting my heart. My heart… I must've just grown one, for it seemed so foreign to me.

Then, a layer of wetness slid off of me, and I was left in a thin button up which clung to my body so much that my skin texture nearly showed through. I was horrified, but I could barely pay any attention to it. Alice was here. That was all I cared about.

She was giving me a rather odd look then, one of slight confusion.

Then, it broke off to a doe-eyed look of fascination. It was like she was staring at something unseen by me, but it was something remarkable, indeed. Her body became erect, and her gaping mouth was enough to trouble me out of my trance. "Al-Alice?"

She blinked several times and smiled at me, her eyes dancing. "Sorry, Jasper. I was zoning out." She shrugged her deliciously tiny shoulders. If only I could touch them…

I was startled when she leaned in closely, her lips near my ear. I sucked in a breath as to not speak my thoughts…"Sit down, Jasper. Don't be a stranger."

"But…I--" I fumbled over my feet as Alice strictly motioned to her couch. I obeyed, my limbs awkwardly colliding. Curse my long legs. I bowed my head and waited as she stood there, watching me. Wasn't she going to sit? I looked up from my grimy bangs.

What she did next was torturous. She reached out to me, her delicate fingers coming close. I yearned for their touch, and I sat up, eyes wide on the prize, practically feeling the envying warmth from them. But, she cruelly used them to flip away my hair, not touching me at all where I could feel it. I gasped silently, and raised a shaky hand to my lips, where the sound had come from. How rude I was being to this beautiful angel…but I truly couldn't control these things.

I bit my lips fiercely, but my plead was urging itself out more and more. I shut my eyes tight, wishing I wouldn't embarrass myself, when it finally burst from me.

"Alice, please--touch me."

I was both horrified and relieved. Just a touch of the hand, a brush on the neck. That was silly, though--those were lover's caresses. I shut my eyes tight, bringing my fists to my temples. I bit my lip again with regret, trying to control what escaped them. "I'm…sorry.."

And I was. I had no right to ask such inappropriate things when she had plucked me from the streets, to be quite literal. But…there was so much she had known…so much I needed to question.

I looked up to meet her odd golden eyes, but she was not there. I was frantic for a moment, but then, her hand found mine. She had come to sit beside me, was all.

The touch was what I hungered for, and it shot tremors throughout my body. I was foolish to ask for something that gave me a humiliating effect, but it was so wonderful. I looked into her wide eyes, becoming lost in their goldenrod beauty. "Alice…" My voice sounded so odd--hoarse and husky, yet soft and whisper like. Yearning, Begging. Pleading.

"Jasper, I can see the future. I saw you coming. I saw you…with me."

By the way she squeezed my hand with the final two words, the way her eyes burned as she said my name, assured me that there was no one else in her life. That elated me, but I wasn't given much time to be joyous before I became a trembling mass of overwhelmed emotion again.

The factuality in her voice made me feel like sobbing with joy--I wasn't frightened or confused by her power. She had to know some things about me, and I wouldn't be shocked if my ability was one of them.

I could hear my heavy breathing again, and my lids were closing as if pulled by strong hands. I was sheathed in blackness, but accompanied by her touch. Her hand was on mine, feeling cool and soothing, and pushing rippling waves of love towards me. The emotion was so overpowering, that it rendered me speechless. Motionless, too, but why would I ever dream of moving?

"Jasper…" her voice was soft against my ear, the vibrations torturing me. I choked on a breath, trying to not look like a complete loon. Her breathing was so beautiful, soft and dragging, her own shaking rendering it choppy. It was nevertheless the most gorgeous sound ever created, and my ears were lucky to hear it.

Her free hand lifted, caught by my opening eyes. Her fingers touched my cheek bone in a testing manner, and I reacted with a soft intake of breath. I fiercely grabbed her hand and pressed her cool skin to mine, never wanting to be untouched again. I let my eyes wander to hers, trying to tell her how important she was. I could see she already understood rather easily.

She leaned in, her gold eyes fixed on me. I watched in wonder--was she about to do what I thought she was doing? Could I control myself--

Her lips touched my cheek, and my body went into uneven tremors. I was embarrassed, sure, but that was easily eaten by my elation.

The blissful love poured into me, flickering inside my head and shooting down my limbs. My bones were melting, my skin fizzling like firecrackers had been lit on them. My hand squeezed around hers, so soft and smooth and creamy white. My muscles twitched violently, making me look, undoubtedly, like a twittering fool. I could care less, though, for Alice was kissing my cheek. Her passion burned my face, not in a painful way. It warmed me, excitement and heat rising to my hairline.

She withdrew, and before I could gasp out for her to do it again--that it was the best experience of my time on earth--she let her lovely lips fall on my neck.

I could hardly deal with this. I didn't twitch, thankfully, but simply melted, to be literal. My spine snapped into microscopic pieces and let my back fall limply against the sofa. My hand went dead inside of hers, and upon feeling it, she squeezed harder. A tiny uttering gasp escaped my parted lips--parted with awe. The touch was so much that I felt the need to close my eyes as if it were a brilliant blinding white sun.

I managed a squint before I was frozen. I couldn't move, I was at Alice's mercy. If she did anything more sensual, I would surely die. I would become lifeless--a blob on her furniture, to always stay. I wouldn't mind that as long as she stayed with me. Her lips were still on my skin, and she moved them in a way that made me wonder if this was the end. After all my scars and terrors, I would ironically die of bliss.

Her tiny pink lips caressed my skin, and I began to see spots. They blotted my vision of the dark ceiling of Alice's home. I tried to speak, but it only came out as a soft guttural moan. I felt her lips move away, but they were simply relocating. I felt her warm mouth whisper against my collarbone, and she cruelly stoked my skin with her feathery-light lips. I managed a twitch that tried to be a squeeze to her hand, trying to tell her to stop. I loved it so much--I wanted more, but this seemed like the first thing my vampire body couldn't endure.

Ever so softly at first, she placed her full mouth on the hollow of my throat, at the shadowy base. The sound of her lips smacking softly against my skin drove me mad, and I managed to voice it, even as the lovely black dots rendered me blinder and blinder. "Al…"

That's all I could manage, because once her tiny warm tongue poked from her teeth and darted swiftly across my surface, I gasped and felt my back arch. It had been so slight and subtle, that such a quick and light touch would go unnoticed my humans. My body writhed under her touch, and I squeezed her hand as hard as I could. My mouth was open into an O shape, the cool air mingled with her scent on my tongue. My eyes shot open, and the black spots popped out of sight. I saw the cracks on her dark ceiling, the outline of the frame on the wall.

My body was like a statue, frozen in the position. My chest was in the air, my back not touching the sofa. Slowly, I relaxed, realizing Alice was looking at me with wide eyes. Now came the embarrassment, I could feel it wash over me in cold waves. I shuddered and broke the eye contact.

She giggled and pressed the love at me, not feverishly, but like an offering, as if to say, 'See? I still like you (Maybe even love you, I thought). Don't be ashamed.'

I sighed, hearing it be broken and shattered. I bit my lip at my stupidity, but Alice simply squeezed my palm.

"Jasper Whitlock, I think we have a lot to discuss." she murmured.

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