Penname: Javamomma0921

Derivative Fiction

Rating: M, for the good stuff.

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Prompt: Image search for "snow."

**Again, if you're not into graphic descriptions of sex, you should skip this entry. Otherwise, enjoy a little sex in the snow. ;) **

Snow Angels

Jasper's POV

Where in the hell was that little vixen? One second I was kissing her and the next I was holding thin air. Unbelievable. She vanished from the clearing in the time it took me to open my eyes. What with the snowball fight and then watching her writhe in the snow, I was more than ready to commence with other types of games.

"My, my, my," her whispery voice danced through the clearing. "I do so like that future, Jas. Come and find me?"

I couldn't believe she had found a way to make me more ready, but of course she did. The sound of her voice bouncing off the trees and dancing through the clearing made it seem like she was wrapping her voice around me. I could hear the soft snow falling and buffeting against the trees. The cool, crisp air fanned my face, heated from playing and wanting a taste of my wife.

I sniffed the air and there was her scent, wafting through the air like it was calling to me. Her scent was heavier than usual, telling me that she was ready for me as well. A growl built in my chest as I thought about where I would find and her and what I would do to her once I did. I slipped into hunting mode in order to ferret out her hiding place and was surprised to find that her trail led upwards.

I looked up and saw her red shoes hanging down from the branch of a tree. I could see up the small skirt she was wearing to where her garter met her hose. She was swinging her legs back and forth above me.

"Well that didn't take long," she said, dropping to the ground lightly amid dislodging snowflakes.

She snaked her arms around me and pulled me through the clearing to a large mound of snow in front of a tree. Her lips were locked with mine, ratcheting up the heat in my body to nearly unbearable levels. When we reached the mound of snow, I pushed her roughly to the ground and she smiled cat-like at me.

"You seem…anxious, Jas. Anything I can do for you?"

"You're planning on taking on the future and mood altering for today, darlin'?"

She just nodded, crooking her finger at me. I twitched in response to her beckoning finger, carefully removing my shirt so as not to rip anything. Given her warning from earlier, I wanted our clothes to be in tact in case we had unwelcome visitors. I fancied myself able to distract Alice from the future at times.

I moved to join her on the ground, but se shook her head and kneeled in front of me. Her fingers moved achingly slow over the front of her body as she removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her exposed in the snow with just her bra and underware. She was a vision in the snow, an angel.

"Don't move," she mouthed, reaching forward and pulling herself closer to me.

Before her hands were even on me, my head was lolling backwards. She knew exactly how to touch me in order to elicit the perfect response. She removed my pants in a flash, running her fingers up and down my legs. It was almost too much and I found it difficult to follow her instructions. I wanted her—right then—where she was.

"Patience," she murmured.

Kneeling, she barely reached my waist. She stood and kissed my body reverently, gently, achingly slow and soft. She ran her fingertips over my stomach, making my muscles tense deliciously. A moan escaped my lips as she ran her hands lower, stroking my arousal.

"Please," I begged. "I need you."

"I know," she said, smiling against my back.

She came around in front of me, kneeling to the ground and turning away from me. God, the way she looked kneeling there for me, her black lace bra standing out against her spakling skin and the snow…I lost all sense of control and decorum.

I ripped the fabric from her body, savage growls coming from me now. I gathered her hands together and braced them against the large tree she was facing and entered her quickly. Some rational part of me wondered if I was being too rough with her but that part had lost control. My hand that wasn't holding her arms hostage, moved roughly over her body. My teeth found her neck and nipped at her skin. She was enjoying the rough treatment; her body clenched around me and moved with me, urging me to go faster and deeper.

"Ungh, Jasper, more!"

Her voice was pure desire. I released her hands and she bent forward, arching her back up at the same time and bringing me closer and deeper. Our hard bodies moved and slammed into one another, making the trees shiver dustings of snow on us. I could feel her quivering and right on the edge. I reached around in front of her and found her swollen center. I applied the lightest touches and she came hard and fast, bringing me with her.

When we were spent and laying amid her torn undergarments and the snow, I held her close and nuzzled into her back. I felt terrible for the way that I had used her. Though I knew she enjoyed the experience, it was too close the the raw sex I'd had before I found her. It wasn't supposed to be 'fucking' with my wife; I was supposed to make love to her and worship her. This had been mostly about me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

"Why are you sorry?" she asked, laughing. "Were you under the impression I didn't enjoy that?"

"No…it just wasn't very—gentle. I didn't want you to think that I didn't—respect you."

"Ah," she said. "You're worried because you enjoyed it so much."

She was giggling and I turned her over to face me. She reached up and touched my face gently, her eyes pools of golden love. I couldn't imagine how I had ever gotten so lucky.

"Alice, I just—that was very…"

She moved her finger over my lips.

"It was very sexy and I liked it very much. Do you think that makes me wanton?"

"God, no!"

"I don't think it makes you an animal for wanting to take me like that. I'm your wife, Jas, and I want us to be together in every way that pleases you and me. There is no judgement between us; there can't be. Besides, I quite enjoyed myself."

"I know you did…it wasn't that."

"Can you tell me?" she asked.

I could see in her eyes that she already knew; she wanted me to tell her. I knew it would make it better; still, I was embarrassed. I couldn't think of anyone else being with her and I hated to make her hear about the others, especially now that she had met one of them.

"I let my instinct take over and I took from you what I wanted," I said, staring into her eyes to give myself strength for the telling. "Looking back on it, it seemed too close to what I experienced…before. I didn't want to treat you in such a way; I want you to know every time how much I treasure you."

"I do, my love," she replied, reaching up and kissing each of my eyes, my nose, and finally each of my lips individually. "It doesn't matter if you make love to me gently in a bed or take me roughly under a tree, I can feel your love in every move that we make. Isn't it the same for you?"

"Yes," I whispered. "God, it is so much more with you than it ever was before."

"It's the same for me, though you were my first. Just because you take what you need from me, doesn't mean you aren't giving me exactly what I want in return. Do you understand?"

I responded by cradling her close to my heart and feeling her breathe me in. The dead organ sitting in my chest was nothing to me now; my heart rested on my chest now, loving me with her every breath and slowly making me whole again.

A/N: Imagine, all of that from a little picture of red shoes dangling in a tree. ;) So I had to try a little Jas POV. I kind of like how it turned out. But we'll be back to Alice for the rest of the story. What did you think? I guess this was a bit more than just a little lemonade...but I hope you enjoyed! If so, leave a little review. It'll make my day. :) ~Jen