Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Okay, so I know I haven't updated this in pretty much forever, or really any of my other stories, but unfortunately, I am in the middle of the biggest and most important exams of my life so far, and I just haven't had as much time for fanfiction as I would have liked. That, and I confess, I also took up making videos on YouTube, so I was mostly learning how to use Sony Vegas when I was on the computer. But don't worry, I'm not abandoning my stories. :) Fanfiction was, and always shall be, my first love. ;)

The curve of her neck was the first thing that caught his eye that particular morning.

The French windows were thrown open at an angle; the silky, white curtains waltzing with the early breeze, and their colour melted into the young light of the sun. Their white seemed off, however, as a much stronger, paler and infinitely more beautiful white caught his attention. The spun gold sunlight bounced from one of the glass panes to illuminate the bare alabaster of the back of Alice's angular neck. He caressed the soft curve his eyes found there with his thoughts, but otherwise held perfectly still in the doorway to their bedroom. His eyes drifted from her neck to her slightly protruded collarbone, and his fingers twitched by his side as he thought to drag them gently across it.

Alice's head tilted almost imperceptibly to the side, as if reacting to a light tickle somewhere below her chin. Jasper's eyebrows creased a little as he saw this, and he could make out the high bone in Alice's left cheek rise, as though she were smiling with only one side of her mouth. He focused in on the half dimple that appeared there as she did so, and his head cocked to the right ever so slightly.

Suddenly, the breeze outside heightened, and the silken curtains were whipped back inside the house, eventually settling on Alice's hair. Ever so slowly, she lifted her bare arms to reach upwards, and Jasper admired the dips either side of her elbow bones as they flexed with the movement. Her slender, manicured fingers intertwined with the material, and Jasper felt a cool touch on his inner palm, like a finger ever so gently pressed against the skin. It was gone as soon as Alice's fingers relinquished the silk, letting it fly back out of the door with the newly settling wind.

Jasper noticed the tiny exertion as Alice's shoulders ebbed and flowed, as fluid as the sea, as she drew in a breath and slowly let it back out. He heard the air whistle out between her lips, creating in his mind their image, and recreating their exact form, like a mould, in the sound of the breath leaving her. Jasper remembered their shape and colour exactly; a perfect Cupid's bow and cherry blossoms ripening in the springtime. He remembered those lips pressed against his flesh and closed his eyes with the heady memory overwhelming him.

By the window, Alice felt desire tingling at the bottom of her spine like fairies dancing a jig on her skin, and she shivered. Slowly, she raised her left hand to her lips, and lightly pressed the rosy flesh - she knew she had felt something there only a moment ago.

Jasper opened his eyes in time to see Alice lithely move a leg out from under the chair she sat on, and crossed it over the other, and Jasper was left with a perfect view of one, marbled ankle. He wanted to touch the skin in the hollow under the ankle bone, and drag his lips across it, such was its morning beauty.

Outside, a sparrow sang quietly, but the noise rang discord in Jasper's ears. The croaking noise was distracting him from Alice's song. The one she was singing with her silence. And so using his powers, he impressed upon the sparrow the greatest urgency to fly back to its nest. In less than a moment, the sparrow had flown, and Jasper's head was once again filled with Alice's sweet song of soulful silence.

His attention was soon drawn back to Alice's neck, as the skin stretched and contracted minutely with the slow tilt of Alice's head. The tip of her nose was just visible, and diamonds bounced from it as the light of the sun began to grow ever stronger. The flesh of her cheeks created a concave shadow against her hand as she lifted it to brush away a wayward strand of hair, only to realise there was no strand of hair to brush away, and that the tingling feeling on her face remained. She looked pensive, and Jasper found it beautiful.

She seemed to come to some sort of decision, and the sun had finished its morning ritual of rising. Alice stood up and closed the window, before turning to Jasper, and lightly pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning, Jazz," she chirped lightly, as she gracefully exited the bedroom to greet the rest of her siblings.

"Good morning, Alice," replied Jasper, smiling.

A/N: So basically, this was supposed to be a kind of morning ritual type thing for Alice and Jasper, like its a normal occurrence, because I thought that being a vampire must have some perks when it comes to noticing and feeling things about your mate. :) And it was purdy and fluffy. That too. ;)

Hope you guys liked it, and please let me know what you thought! Feedback is, as always, adored and appreciated. :)

Raven. xxx