Penname: javamomma0921

Derivative Fiction

Rating: M

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Prompt: Random image search for "Love" (I will post the picture I found on my profile).

A Love to End the Loneliness

We stared at each other for what seemed like hours, memorizing each others features as if we hadn't committed each other's face to memory the minute we laid eyes on each other. There were few words in those first moments, just a simple understanding which needed no words.

"How did you find me?" he asked.

"I knew you would be here," I said, pointing to my head. "I have a gift like you do, only mine is slightly different."

"I would say so," he quipped and I smiled. "What?"

"I've never told anyone before."

He reached over and took my hand. "You've never been with others of our kind?"

I couldn't speak for a few moments; I just say reveling in the feel of his hand on mine. I thought back and couldn't remember the last time someone had just held my hand. I finally shook my head in response to his question. I was embarrassed to admit it.

"I've run across others from time to time, but…" I looked up at him, willing him to understand.

"It was never like this," he finished for me. I let out a sigh of relief.

"No, it was never like this."

"My past is--"

I held up my hand and shook my head violently. I knew enough of the pain he was feeling to know that he didn't wish to share his past right now.

"I don't need to know about that right now, Jasper," I said softly, slipping my hands under his and thrilling to the feel of him squeezing them in response. "I know your future…that's enough for me."

"My future?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "I was under the impression this might be a shared future."

I couldn't help myself. I smiled widely and leaned into him. He smelled like wood smoke, fresh lemongrass, and something sweet like strawberries. It was a lovely aroma.

"Yes. It is a shared future. Does that please you?"

"Very much. Now tell me about your eyes." As he spoke, he ran his index finger along my temple and across my cheekbone, sending flashes of electricity through my body.

"I assume you mean their color," I said, leaning in a little to his touch.

He nodded and made a small sound in his throat of assent.

"I don't consume human blood."

"How do you survive?" he asked, pulling back suddenly. His reaction didn't surprise me, but the sudden lack of contact did. I missed him immediately.

"Animal blood," I said simply.

"Is it as…satisfying as human blood?"

"I wouldn't know," I admitted.

His eyes widened and he was back at my side touching me again. Something in me that I didn't realize had tensed relaxed immediately at his touch.

"How old are you, Alice?"

"I'm…not sure. I was 'changed' twenty-six years ago…but I don't know when I was 'born.'"

"You don't remember…?"

"Anything. I remember nothing from before. I don't know who changed me and I don't know why. I don't remember my transformation, which I hear is very strange. And I didn't even remember my name until I did some research. I've always gone by just Alice. I don't really have a name."

His reaction was almost instantaneous. He wrapped me in his arms and covered my mouth with his. He was everywhere around me and I felt myself losing myself in his arms. I wanted to be part of him completely.

I felt his lips moving with mine, creating sensations like I had never felt before. The softness of his skin so close to my face…his rapidly increasing breath warming my skin…all of it combined into the most intense experience of my existence. He ran his tongue along my upper lip and my mouth opened to his. I could feel his warm tongue exploring my mouth, seeking to be deeper and more fully within me. Tasting him was exquisite, more even than the cessation of burning when I fed. His one hand was in my hair, gently holding me to him. His other hand held my waist hostage and I only wanted to be closer to him.

Too soon, he pulled back and drew in a ragged breath.

"You will," he said hungrily. "I promise you, you will have a name."

I couldn't respond. My eyes were begging him for more and he willingly brought my face more gently to his and kissed my forehead, cheeks, lips, and chin over and over, whispering promises all the while. The sun had set while we explored our questions, but as he promised himself to me I knew that my life would never be dark again.

A/N: Well, I know I kind of hinted at a lemon for today, but this seemed appropriate for their beginning. And, in my humble opinion scenes like this are just as hot as full blown lemons. Imagine waiting as long as Jasper had for love. Or knowing for as long as Alice did that he was out there and not yet ready for her. I imagined that their first encounter would be a slow burn, much like what I imagine the rest of their relationship is. Hope you enjoyed. I'm going right now to post that picture on my profile. I love the image that I found and I hope you do as well! :) ~Jen

PS...I'm sure you have all heard about the tragedy in Tennessee. Several of the Twi-authors have gotten together to auction off some fics to help with the flood relief. I'm going to be auctioning off a one shot based loosely on my All That Jazz story in which Edward is a jazz pianist and Bella comes to watch him play every night...of course, it doesn't end with her just watching. I hope you will check out the link I'm going to provide on my profile. The people in Tennessee need our help and this is our way to help them. :) More details on my profile page. Thanks for reading, guys!