I don't own twilight or any of the characters within… I just try to weasel my way inside their adorable little heads!

This is another writing exercise. Please go ahead and let me know what you think.

Okay so it's raining and Alice is gone. Do you know what vampire's like to do when it's raining? I do… but I can't make love to Alice with her on a stupid afternoon hunting trip with Edward because he's afraid of lightning or some crap. Can that boy do nothing without someone holding his hand? I would have gone but I really like the jeans I have on at the moment, their quite soft and comfortable so I didn't want to ruin them and I was too lazy to change so I'm laying on this couch in this living room by myself.

I have my legs hanging over the arm of the couch. It's really like I'm sitting on the arm and the seat part of the couch is the back. It's quite comfortable actually. My back is totally supported by the couch so all my muscles are totally relaxed. My hair is sticking out lying on the couch above me. Basically I did this because Emmett came zooming in and stuck my hair between the couch cushions… ass hole! (Reason #12 why I Hate Emmett Cullen) I just pulled it out and let it fall on the couch wherever. It feels weird not having my hair between my neck and the couch. The fabric of the upholstery is soft against the skin on the back of my neck. It makes me think of when Alice leaves soft, barely-there kisses there. Damn it Edward you're a pussy! (Reason #12 Why I Hate Edward Cullen)

I took my boots and my socks off so the soft breeze that's coming through the house is tickling along the bottom of my feet. My feet were abnormally ticklish as a human and with my heightened sensations now as a vampire the breeze feels oddly exhilarating. REASON # 13 WHY I HATE EDWARD CULLEN: WERE HE HERE HE WOULD HAVE TOLD EMMETT I WAS TICKLISH AND THEN WOULD HAVE PAID EMMETT $1,000 TO TICKLE ME! (Thank God he's a pussy!) I can feel the bottom edge of my jeans against my ankles. The cotton used in this pair of jeans is very soft and smooth while being rather durable and heavy. It's rubbing against my ankle softly as I swing my legs. Wow I haven't done the swinging thing since I was a kid. It's kind of fun. I hope it pisses off Edward later.

I'm lying here listening to the rain fall. The soft plops are hypnotizing. I take deep breaths waiting for Alice's scent to come back into range. At this rate I just might go meet here as soon as I smell her. The little bit of dust in the room smells stale and tangy. The rain smells sweet and cool in contrast. The smell reminds me of wet Texas springs. The wet grass smells dewy and fresh. I can almost smell it growing. I can smell the life running through it. WHY IS ALICE NOT HERE NOW?!

My hands rest on my stomach, softly folded together. I can feel my wedding ring against my left middle finger, resting between my right ring finger and pinky. My hands feel heavy and big against my stomach. Alice says I have impossibly long fingers. Somehow I think she means this as a compliment of a sexual nature, judging by her emotional and physical responses when she talks about them. My hands go up and down as I take in searching breaths. My abdomen muscles feel strong and hard under my palms. I lazily begin to play with my wedding band. It's made if platinum with yellow gold at the edges. It is chunky and masculine. It's rather simple just like me. Alice's ring is similar, a lot more feminine. It's dainty and small just like her. Hers has hearts around the band. It is so very Alice. I smile at the thought of the look on her face the first time she saw it. I wish I could shed a tear as I think about the day I gave it to her at our wedding. She was so beautiful, as she always is. We had each picked out each other's rings. I kept changing my mind on which ring I wanted, sending Edward to get it so I wouldn't know when, exactly, it was obtained. I mentally settled on the ring in my pocket just as I gave it to her. She never saw it coming. I can't help the huge smile on my face as I begin to twist it around my finger. It's smooth and slick against my skin. It easily slips on and off my finger the more I play with it. As it approaches the tip of my finger I can't feel it against my skin any longer. I push it back toward my hand and it tightens around my skin the further it goes until it can go no further.

I lay here thinking of my Alice, playing with the ring she gave me decades ago. I really wish she were here. I think of how much I love my Alice and how much she loves me. I think of how much she has taught me since the day I met her and all the things I still hope to learn from her. The more I sit and wait, think, feel, imagine I become entranced by the firm, steady throbbing of my cock. If I concentrate entirely on the feeling of the throbbing and the feeling of my wedding band as it twirls around and moves up and down my finger I can almost feel Alice drawing near. I can almost feel the emotional signature that is only Alice's. My eyes remain closed as the feeling grows. If I concentrate really hard I can practically feel her presence next to me. It seems so real. If I didn't know any better I would say I was dreaming. I can almost feel a hand softly caress the side of my face, but it is just light enough that I know it is my imagination. How I wish she were here now. Soon Jasper; She'll be home soon enough. I hold my breath, afraid of the let down if I take a deep breath and have confirmation she is not here. I enjoy my delusion just a little longer. I can almost make out the soft brush of lips against mine. My imagination has gotten vivid in my desperate nature.

"Come back to me angel." I hear whispered softly. What the…? That could almost be real. But I know it can't possibly be. It is far too early to for them to return. Now I must open my eyes. I must end this insanity and just wait patiently before I lose myself completely.

I open my eyes and she has come back to me, my beautiful angel. She has returned early. I open my emotions to her. I love her instant reaction.

GOTTA GO!!!!!

What ever could they be doing now? Be creative and let me know what you think.