Everyday Moments Of Perfection
Yes, it's the big five-o... it's chapter fifty: Shameless Fluff Time. (Yes, I know that it says Chapter 48. But that's for continuity's sake... it's the fiftieth thing I've written, so yeah. It's the fiftieth chapter REALLY...)
Well... here we are at number fifty... wow. I can't believe I've written that many drabbles. Doesn't seem like it. Anyway, yes, I shan't bore you up here, but read the bottom author's note afterwards if you please. :)
Now, I've been asked if chapter 50 is going to be special. Um... I don't know... but I can't wait to find out. Lol.
This has been dubbed by me and some friends on various MSN chats: TehSpecialShamelessFluffyTimeChapter. (Note the correct spelling of 'Teh'. Lol.) I can't bring myself to change the name. *grins*
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Alice,
It has been two weeks to the day that you took my hand and showed me the light. I feel it now, burning the back of my eyes and flashing across my vision, quelling the darkness with a firm, guiding hand. Your hand.
The thirst is still there, more now than ever before, precisely because it is not being sated. But I am no longer afraid. I was afraid, once, but now that you are here, I feel brave again. Every day, I still look over habitually to make sure you are still there, that you have not left me. It seems to me that I am in a daze of sensations such that I have never felt before in my life. It occurs to me now, as I write these words, you may be wondering why such declarations have not been made beforehand.
You must understand, sweet Alice, I was raised to respect women. I was raised to treat them with dignity and speak to them with eloquence. But all eloquence goes out of the window when I am in your presence, Alice. Only now, while you are away for these scant few hours, is my head truly clear enough to pen my emotions with any sort of clarity. For you make my world spin on its head in a pleasant daze of emotion, and I can scarcely think when I am near you.
I wonder if my declarations will shock you. I cannot think how, little doll. You can probably see me writing these words as clearly as I can. Then I hope you will take special note of these next words: for I feel that my veins are awash with fire, that my heart is fit to start beating once again when you touch me.
I do hope these admissions will not frighten you. I apologise unreservedly if that is the case. But know this, dear Alice, I will never cease to feel this way.
My emotions are constant.
Of all people, I should know.
Forever yours,
Jasper Whitlock.
Dearest Jasper,
I must say, your revelations have shaken me to the very core of my being. I feel as if your words are even now lingering on my skin, setting me alight with their force. The sensation is more wonderful to me than I could adequately describe. But you must know that. Even now you must feel the effects you have on me.
Your gift quite disarms me, Jasper. I cannot explain how wonderful it is to know that you, of all people, understand exactly how I am feeling. And you, because of the person you are, feel as if you must do everything in your power to resolve the negative feelings, and reinforce the positive ones.
I could never feel terrible around you, Jasper. You are the person who gives me the strength to smile. Perhaps you do not quite understand that I am only happy because you are with me.
I cannot, nor will I ever be able to explain, the feeling of waking up to this life alone. To not be able to remember. That feeling of total isolation haunted me, until you entered my visions. Until you gave me a new purpose, a new path, and for that I will be forever grateful to you.
Your words make me shiver with ecstasy, for you see, my beautiful Jasper, I have loved you from the second I first laid eyes on you.
I knew we would be together, but I never saw fit to hope for it. It seemed ridiculous that you could ever love me.
Until now.
Always,
Alice.
"Alice," Jasper whispered.
His lips grazed against her porcelain skin, his words husky and seductive. Alice purred from the base of her throat in instinctual response. She wrapped her arms around Jasper's neck, and he pulled her closer to him until every inch of their body was touching.
The four-poster bed on which they lay was littered with rose petals, and Jasper reached up to pull a single curled, velvety petal from Alice's hair. Her topaz eyes twinkled with... Jasper shivered. Desire.
Alice ran her hands over Jasper's crisp, white shirt, feeling the pronounced muscle that lay beneath. She could feel every inch of rippled skin, and she growled impatiently, ripping the shirt open. The silken buttons flew everywhere; a few even going out of the open window. Alice threw the useless material to the ground, and Jasper chuckled.
"Waste of a good shirt, that, doll."
Alice smiled mischievously and Jasper rolled over, until Alice's small form was lying on top of his now-bare chest. Alice placed her lips to the first of the thin, white scars that adorned his chest. Jasper had once been ashamed of them, but no more. Alice had made him see the error of his ways.
Jasper shivered with Alice's ministrations, and whispered, "Alice, doll, you do know that the rest of the family are downstairs."
Alice paused, but only for a second. She rose a thin, ebony eyebrow.
"Okay," she said, rising from Jasper and bounding over to the bedroom door. Her hand barely touched the handle before she was swept up by Jasper. He growled in her ear. "I didn't mean that we should stop..."
Alice giggled, and cupped his cheeks with her hands, kissing him sweetly. She ran a finger along his lips. "My precious Jasper," she breathed. "I'll be right back. Bella's about to go out in the most horrific outfit I've ever seen in my life."
Jasper laughed as Alice sighed with exasperation. She rolled her eyes, before dashing out of the door to save Bella from yet another fashion disaster.
Jasper was still chuckled as he looked back into the bedroom. He picked up a few of the petals, twirling them in his fingers. He looked over towards Alice's desk. There, he spied a small piece of paper; a pen lying across it. He frowned curiously, before picking it up and looking it over.
Precious Jasper, it read, It still seems ridiculous that you could ever love me. I still thank my lucky stars every day. And still, I wonder how I could ever tell you how much I love you. But, even now as you read this, fiddling with those two rose petals in your hand, I am loving you. Even as I am fixing Bella's - frankly awful - outfit, I am loving you. And in approximately two minutes, I will be back to show you just how much I love you.
All my heart,
Alice.
Jasper smiled.
P.S. You should smile like that more often.
That caused a laugh to bubble up from Jasper's throat, and precisely one minute and twenty-three seconds later, he felt a pair of lips caress his bare shoulder, and a melodious voice trill, like a mockingbird in the midst of song.
"Showtime."
Ah, the fluff. *Sighs contentedly*. Right, now, well, firstly a humungous thanks to Gui S., who has asked to translate this fic into Portuguese! I'm honestly flattered. :)
Secondly, as you may or may not know, one of my fics has been nominated over at The Razzle Dazzle Awards (linkage is on my profile) and I would love it if you guys would check out some of the fics, even if you don't vote for mine. Voting starts June 30.
Also, the voting is coming up for the DLC & Bronzehairedgirl Epic T-Rated Oneshot Contest. I've entered a Alice/Jasper oneshot called Idiosyncrasies, but there are some other great entries, so again, check them out. :)
I can't help but notice that the review count is nearly at a thousand. Do you know how happy I would be if it actually got to a thousand? Pretty darn ecstatic. In fact, I might run up and down my street yelling with happiness. Review? You don't have to, but it would really make my day. And don't forget, I do reply personally to all my reviews. :)
Much love and cookies, Raven. x