**Ahhhh yeah prolly longest chapter of the story. Hopefully you don't mind ;) i think you will like this one, too.**

Ch.10-Finally Together

We talked for hours.

"Why me?"

"I can't tell you why I saw you, but I can tell you I'm glad it was you."

"You know you can do better."

"I don't care. You are the best of the best."

"I feel like sin. You...you are perfect, and I--"

"--Perfect. You are perfection to me. And nothing but, Jasper."

"But...why? I haven't exactly had a lucky life."

"We can change that. Together."

It was oddly easy to tell her things, mostly because I half-believed she already knew most of it. When she asked quietly about the scars, I reeled back in shock--shouldn't she know? I supposed I did have a couple in plain view, but was it so obvious that there were more, affecting me harshly? I hid my face, horrified that I had already shared so much without batting an eyelash.

As I moaned inwardly and perched my elbows on my thighs, curling over myself, her hand rubbed my spine. I nearly shivered and bolted upright, but actually managed not to move too suddenly. I was silenced, and she managed to pull away my hands when she ventured to the small of my back, massaging little circles into me with her fingertips. I shuddered delicately, making her lips tremble as she held in a giggle. I found that I amused her rather easily.

"And?" she prodded as I looked into her pleased eyes with awe. I blinked.

"What?" I tried not to dwell on the fact that my twang was heavy in that one word.

"The scars, Jasper. Tell me about them." She let her hands fight with each other in her lap, looking down at them. I felt unease blacken her amused and loving emotions. I frowned--but that was only a mask to how horrified I was that she felt nervous.

I made a move to grasp her frantic little hands and decided against it. I folded my own in my lap, and straightened up. Surely, she knew bits and pieces of my past--fragments like puzzle pieces. Surely this would only be a few more pieces to her collection, and then she would see my past in one huge picture.

"I, umm…" I thought this would be fairly tolerable, but the words died in my throat. I couldn't tell her, I realized. I scratched at my neck nervously. After a few more silent beats, I pinched the bridge of my nose and hissed, "I can't."

Silence answered me, and I let my hand fall, my eyes squinted shut. "Alice, I'm sorry…"

"You don't need to be afraid, Jasper. Nothing can hurt you now. It's behind you. Everything." I felt her breath on my cheek, and I clasped my hands so they wouldn't quake.

"I--I…" My voice kept breaking. I couldn't do it. Not now. It was still rather fresh in my mind, to be honest. I looked away from her expectant face, laced with nervousness itself.

As I turned towards her quaint little kitchen with the naked counters, the only survivor on the barren land: salt and pepper shakers and the floor tiles black and white, her hand once again graced me. I bit my lip as to not let a pleasured gasp escape again.

She pulled my face back to hers, her fingers prodding warmly into my jaw. This is how lovers touched before they kissed…

"Jasper, I know you are overwhelmed." I looked at the floor, even as she tried to jerk my face around to meet her eyes. "Jasper."

Painfully, I met her eyes, envying their beauty. They were brimming with love and concern, and through her fingertips, I was wondering if I would elapse into another episode. I opened my mouth to speak, but her free hand butted against my mouth softly to shush me.

"Everything's fine. You know that, don't you? And you know that I would never hurt you." She let her finger fall from my lips, but to my shock, it trailed down my neck, down to my collarbone, and venturing into dangerous territory…

I firmly grabbed her hand as her sly fingers were pulling at my shirt. My breathing became labored, but with fear and not lust. That's all I could hear--until I felt her wavering concern, bashing me until my head rang.

I winced and let her hand fall free, involuntarily. She watched my shock for a moment, and took the moment to her advantage. While I sat, erect and frozen, she pulled at my shirt with both softness and fierceness before I would stop her. The word 'no' escaped my lips in a whispering sliver before the first few buttons of my shirt popped and rolled to the coffee tables' and couch's dark underbellies.

My hand was upraised from snatching her hand away a moment earlier, and I was still frozen that way. My face felt tight and pulled as I gaped at what she had done. Dread washed over me like black mud, making it impossible for me to run away. I couldn't move, so now, I would have to sit and watch her disgust unfold. I would have to watch her leave with shock, and later she would bid me farewell from her little warm house, leaving me to walk the wet streets, which would be more agonizing than all my newborn attacks. Times ten.

I watched her face, waiting for this. She rose one hand to her quivering lips, and the soft billowing waves that erupted from her were that of concern. I was shocked--I could feel my eyes widen as the gentle waves caressed me, intertwining with something new--admiration.

I felt my jaw drop, my body break out in icicle temperature. Her eyes were glowing with actual respect as her hand reached out to my skin, below my collar where the sea of marred skin began. I couldn't believe it--she wasn't scared, nor disgusted. She was a little surprised, but I spared her that, of course.

Her light finger trailed downwards, into the bluish depths of my damp shirt. It wasn't just that she was revealing my insecurities, but doing it while shoving love and pride for me. Such a creature couldn't possibly find me attractive.

When she poised a thin leg upward, I looked at it in surprise, then felt nervousness spread through my body when she landed on my lap, facing me. I stared into her eyes, and I could feel the edges of lust rising within her. I was slightly frightened for that--flashes of Maria swiftly ripping off her bodices stained my mind. That was enough for me to stutter, "W--wait, Alice."

She stopped cold, and I was actually surprised. I had to admit that I somehow expected her to laugh in my face and tear away my clothes, her teeth pointing and her eyes glowering with hunger for me. I winced as I waited for this to ensue, for my wonderful Alice to fade away, but she didn't.

Silently, she leaned in. Was this worse? I actually wanted her touch…more than anything, so I had to also convince myself to stop, too. My eyes flickered to her black skirt, splashing over my lap. Her blouse was buttoned to the neck, and I had to say that was more adoring than if it was revealing. She respected her body, more so than Maria, who would snatch me from the hall even as she was in her sheer nightgowns.

"Jasper, I would never hurt you…"

Her voice was so pleading, and it harmonized with my own want.

I began to turn away, my eyes were closed, my body tensing. I felt her hands pressing on me, against my chest--the sweetest pressure….her fingers curling around the fabric folds. Her breath washed over my cheek as I turned away. When I felt her nose skim against my own, the passion pounded into my brain so much that I shrank away. I didn't want to--yet it was irresistible…

The passion inside of her rushed out in torrents then, and I realized that it had only been trickling out in streams. It hit me, blew me away, made me see stars. I winced at the perplex beauty of it, felt my body shudder to a stop. Her ankles were weaving around my calves, her now bare feet curling against my dirty pant legs. Her palms cupped my face, securing me.

She breathed in, sucking away my own air. She tasted my scent, and leaned in, whispering her mouth against mine. The sound was maddening--skin against skin, lips on marble lips. It was as if the very edge of her entire body was brushing against my own--two magnificent cores of two beings, yearning for the other, balancing on a fine line. My breath hitched, and her cool scent washed down my throat. I shivered at her touch--she was softly stroking my bare skin I dared not look at.

Alice was my first kiss, and I knew that I never wanted to be kissed by anyone else again, for anything else wouldn't compare. At the final moment, I had turned away, knowing I had to be the one to stop this, but she had caught her lips to the corner of my mouth, and I was trapped. Happily trapped.

I gasped through the half of my mouth still free, inhaled her gorgeous scent. I felt the raging warmth--the passion, and it was seeping into my lips, filling them, burning them. I vaguely remember putting up a palm, to halt this, but I didn't have the heart nor the strength. She kissed me.

She suckled on my lower lip, gentle and testing. My body was shivering beneath hers, maddening me. She pulled away a millimeter, her breathing fast, soft and whisper like. Then, she launched back at me, pressing her full lips to mine with a force I hadn't expected. I tried my best to return her intensity, but I was slowly becoming a blob on the chair--her puppet, rather. I couldn't say I minded.

Our lips mashed against each other, then reigned in to gently rub marble to marble. She would pull away, her forehead resting on my own, her dark eyelids closed, panting. "Jasper, I love you. More than I thought was possible, even with my little images of you in my mind. I love you, and I won't ever stop. Never."

The words brought me higher, soaring, immersed in warming love. I felt her tiny fingers caress the nape of my neck while the other was frozen at the base of my throat. I watched her golden irises glint to the skin that etched into darkness, spackled with blemishes. I swallowed through my own desperate gasps.

Rather firmly and quickly, her hand tore downwards from my collar. The remaining buttons slid undone--not popping off brutally. I felt myself shake with fear as she assessed them. I chose to look away.

Her tiny breaths became little gasps of awe as she continued her fingers down my naked torso--scar after scar--no silken skin like hers. The harsh comparison brought bright red spots to my vision, marring it and startling me.

I jumped away in surprise when her cool and luscious lips touched my chest--it was lower than my collarbone, which I had thought was slightly too much already. I gripped the couch cushions, and I heard a faint popping noise and the sound of stuffing scrape from the frayed fabric edges.

Her fingers felt too warm and perfect against my chest, and they were straying downwards to my open stomach, and somehow, I found the strength to gasp, "Please, Alice…"

I was actually begging for her to stop--she would have me doing whatever she pleased in milliseconds, but she took it as more seduction. Was that possible? More? Surely I would die--

Her passion raged so much more fiercer--it melted my skin and prickled my insides. It was a tidal wave of pure love and admiration--more than I had ever experienced in my life. More than I knew was possible.

Her hands smoothed across my stomach, around my hips, her hands so firm and loving. My shirt was bunching up around her palms. I pulled away my hands in an attempt to halt this, but it only opened my shirt more, and she was now pulling her face near to my marred skin.

My marred skin. Ruined. Flawed. Disgusting.

They look pretty nasty in the light.

I saw ebony hair, scarlet eyes, white fingers not stroking my skin, but clawing over it with lust. Raking purplish marks over my skin as she whispered not my name, but for more…more of what? Me? There was only so much I had left for myself…

They look…

"Jasper?"

…pretty nasty…

"Are you alright?"

…in the light.

My eyes burst open, and I found that my chest was bare but untouched. Alice was looking at me with huge eyes, swimming with worry. Her finger whispered across my cheek, followed by a steadying palm.

"You are crying, Jasper."

Was I? I tried to veer away from the devilish face inside my head with the long locks of ink black hair and blood red eyes. I focused…and heard jagged sobs. How pathetic, one must think. What Alice must think. The wheezing sobs echoed cruelly in the room, surrounding me.

My fingers tore through my hair, trying to stop my own cries. The noise was that of a weakling--a pathetic piece of waste--that couldn't do anything right--

"Jasper! Jasper, calm down. Shh."

A new set of hands clasped over my own, and a wave of comfort washed upon me. My chest quaked as I tried to settle down, to be strong for Alice. What must she think?

A cool smooth surface pressed to my forehead. Her own. I listened to her breathing, felt her careful strokes through my disheveled hair. I tuned my own broken sobs to her soothing breaths, and I was soon strong enough to pull away.

Yet, even as I tried, Alice held to me, only allowing me a change in position. She pressed her soft cheek to my own, and I couldn't help but dread that it was on the same side of my face that a scar was perched above my eyebrow. Could she feel the disgusting and unnatural cold and roughness of it against her sweet cheek? I dared not think it…

"Jasper, nothing matters but you and me. We are finally together, and even if you think I'll walk out, you couldn't be more wrong."

We sat that way until the sun peeked through the yellow stained curtains, shining upon the frame that held a quote meant for me. It threw a yellow patch on the unpleasant brown carpet with areas rubbed away.

Our hands were glued into a desperate mass of white knuckles, our thighs pressed against each other. My hand pressed to the small of her back, keeping her in my arms. Her free arm wrapped around me, too, resting on the nape of my neck…just inches from one of my deepest scars caused from a backwards ambush. I pushed that away and held her and let her hold me as the yellow sunshine stain grew brighter and brighter.

PSHAW alice and jasper make me swoon. Is it time to go see New moon yet? and don't even get me started about eclipse. eclipse eclipse eclipse!!