Chapter 5: First Morning

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 The Catskills, NY

APOV

Vampires do not like curtains, sheers. Nothing. Being in the mountains surrounded by wilderness and owning a hundred acres of land plus a small lake affords them privacy. But that meant the sun was streaming into the large floor to ceiling windows in our bedroom.

The Catskills averages one hundred and eighty sunny days a year, unlike Forks, Washington, the rainiest community in all of the continental United States.

I was waking up, lying in bed, naked beside Jasper. We had made love once last night, we could have gone a second inning, but it had been such an emotionally draining week, and then purgatory in Ithaca that just once, to be with each other was enough. More than enough given it lasted hours as there was nowhere else, we needed or wanted to be.

And now the sun was shining, and my glasses were on, and Jasper was as naked as I was and Sacrament! I was in awe. His sparkle, "Sweet Jesus" I whispered to him as I saw him there, casually sitting in bed, reading. Butt naked. Not a stitch of clothing on him. Not even the sheet to cover him for modesty.

"Yes Anya?" he asked, trying to be all nonchalant but I could see his mouth turning up into a smile.

"You – you…" I was at a loss for words. He was absolutely, completely breathtaking. His skin shimmered from all the bite marks and scars, but I saw nothing but a work of art beside me.

"Where's the henna?" I asked. I needed him to draw all of this, every single mark on his skin onto my body. It had been nearly two weeks since he last touched up my tattoos.

"Henna?" he asked, again trying to contain his mirth.

"Damnit Jasper, yes! Henna! I need…." I had sat up by this point and continued to stare at him, even his legs, there were marks on his legs and with his hair, his beautiful blond body hair, I couldn't help but moan at the sight.

"Darlin'? See something you like?" He reached out to place a hand on my leg, lazily drawing circles with his fingers.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his body, I needed him to roll over so I could see his back, his calves, every square inch of his body. Did he have them on his ass too? Do vampires bite others on the ass? He must have sensed my desire as he decided to turn slightly to place the book he had been reading on the bedside table and Sacrament! When the sunlight hit his back, I moaned again.

Jasper rolled over, now lying on his side and with the sunlight hitting him, God I was practically panting, it was exquisite, exquisite torture how beautiful this man was. Even his manhood... Ta-ba-nak!

He leaned in, "Are you dutifully dazzled?" he asked lightly as he kissed my neck.

"Take me against the window." I whispered back. I needed him in me at that moment, I wanted to have him bathed in the sunlight as he fucked me against the window. I started to get off the bed and attempted to drag him with me. Not that I got far given he's a vampire and me a measly human, but he got the idea.

JPOV

"Take me against the window." Anya said.

Anya wanted me to take her against the window because with the sunlight streaming in our bedroom, she was overwhelmed by what she saw. Me the scarred vampire of the Southern Vampire Wars.

Even Alice, when we were together, never wanted me in this manner. She would flinch at the sight of my naked body in sunlight. I was absolutely terrifying to other vampires. Hell, even Maria towards the end of my tenure in her army refused to fuck me in the daylight. It was a lonely existence.

Yet, the only emotions from Anya were pure love, amazement and lust. And that lust was rising as she tried to pull me from the bed toward the windows.

Who am I to deny my woman? I rose from the bed and slowly made my way to the window, and while at first, I was admittedly, slightly self-conscious at being this exposed, Anya was watching me, mouth opened, hands trailing against my body. She at first faced the window, clearly wanting me to take her from behind, no doubt to see my reflection in the window. But I was hesitant to try that. Instead, I lightly traced my hands along her body, kissed her neck, her shoulders and then slowly turned her around and picked her up. Anya immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and now with my back to the window, she moaned, "Ta-ba-nak Tex! Your ass is! How, even your ass shimmers! How" she was babbling at this point nearly delirious with desire. I pulled my head back and looked at her, "Truly Anya?" I needed reassurance. I knew she said she would be dutifully dazzled when she saw my entire body in sunlight and I knew she was but this, this…was whole other level of being dazzled.

She pulled her eyes away from the reflection in the window and looked me square in the eye, "You are the most beautiful male specimen on the planet Jasper Whitlock." And she rested her arms on my shoulders, her fingers gently weaving into my hair at the base of the neck, and she peppered my face with light kisses along my jaw line and up towards my ear, "I want to worship every inch of you Tex."

I backed into the window and slowly lowered us, so that she was cradled in my lap. The sunshine felt warm against my back and with her hot lithe body pressed against my chest I felt nearly human. When she weaved her hand between our bodies and guided herself onto me, we both groaned in satisfaction. And then she placed her hands against the window, her eyes flicking from the window and back to me, unsure where to look as when I moved my arms, or legs, the shimmering would change, and she was lost in it all.

She truly did worship my body that morning.

In fact, we never left the bedroom that first day. Well, she did eventually leave to use the toilet, and I raced down to the kitchen to find sustenance for her but otherwise, no. We sat in the sunlight naked that day as I covered her body in henna.

I had to raid the cabin for mirrors so that I could see my own back and be able to replicate those marks onto her flesh. And Anya, sweet Anya continued to watch me in the window's reflection, completely in awe at what she saw.

There was no other place in the world I wanted to be but in that sun filled bedroom with Anya. And her emotional cocktail? Fuck, it more than made up for the drought from the previous week, she was all love and contentment, intertwined with desire and lust.

I might have taken her again at sunset. And once more in the moonlight.