keptherwaiting | 1948, Philadelphia

Her gaze slides from him, to the flower shop and then back to him again, hopefully quicker than he'll notice, but she's not confident on that one.

Alice squeezes his fingers gently, smiling and nodding, lifting the shopping bag up to show him. "Yes! One copy of The Heart of the Matter and one copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn--also," she pauses, dropping his hand to dig a heavy book out of the bag, "I found a book on the Civil War! I thought you might enjoy it. I mean, I know you'll enjoy it, but...anyway."

She drops the book back into the bag and smiles up at him again. "How was it out here? See anything funny or interesting?"

“No?”

Jasper saw her glance dart away but he doesn’t follow it to the flower shop, just takes in the bag of books. And her.

She’s so beautiful, and it gets him every time he looks at her. He smiles.

“Just a lot of people running around. Getting off work, I guess?”

It’s not raining but the heavy cloud cover has allowed them to come out before night has fully descended.

He offers to take the bag off of her: “Let me hold that for you?”

"Oh, sure," Alice hands him the bag and looks around at the people around them. Bustling, hurrying home; some families headed to the diners for dinner, couples giggling and ducking into the movie theater for a date.

She raises up on her toes and then rocks back on her heels, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. "It's busy, let's go on a walk."

There's no immediate visions of Jasper's hunger overpowering him, but just in case.

Jasper looks like he needs to feed, his eyes darker than coal, and is hungry enough to, but he’s been managing well enough since Alice derailed his plans of picking an unsuspecting diner to stalk by approaching him.

Not that he’d complain about that interruption ever. Best interruption of his life.

He threads their fingers together when she takes his hand again. He hesitates and then brings her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

He’s touched her plenty of times since the diner but there’s still a little thrill that he can do this, and she loves it.

It makes him glance to the flower shop again.

And away just as quickly.

“Anywhere else you needed to go?”

She wishes he'd just decide. The tiny, bare, flickers of flowers are enough to make her smile though; he's thinking about her, and the flowers, and it's the sweetest thing she's ever seen.

"No," Alice murmurs, squeezing his hand. "But I was thinking...we could go outside of Philly a little. Get somethin' to eat. Vegetarian."

There's a hesitancy in saying it out loud, like this, like she's worried he'll suddenly remember he doesn't want to do this, and leave. So she's watching his face, carefully, worried a little.

“Oh.”

Jasper supposes he’s been expecting this.

She has told him about her lifestyle. The way of the Cullens. All of it in very vivid detail; a nice little picture painted out for him.

Something that would help him, too, as she’d said.

“I guess it’s a - date then?“

"It...probably won't be great." Alice warns him, grimacing slightly. "I mean, comparatively, to what you're used to. But there's no pain, none of the emotion you're experiencing now when you feed."

She presses her lips together and then squeezes his hand again, inhaling deeply and rolling her shoulders back--ready to take on the world. "Let's get my car, we'll drive out to the woods, check it out. A date."

A pause, then a bright grin: "My first!"

She’s so excited, he forgets all her warnings.

Her first and - “Mine too, I guess.”

He decides then: Flowers, definitely. To mark the occasion. Maybe she’ll like them, maybe she won’t, but he’s definitely going to get them now.

It’s stupid and so human but she’s so excited and he is too, honestly.

“I’ll meet you back at the hotel? Got to grab something, first.”

And:

“Hey, no peeking,” he adds, ducking down to kiss her in distraction when he realizes she’s gone still as a vision comes on her.

She's beaming against his mouth, kissing him back with her hand wrapping in his coat.

She's beaming when he pulls back, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she bounces slightly on her toes.

Nodding, she continues to smile. "Okay. Be careful. Hold your breath. I'll get the car ready."

Alice moves to leave, then turns back quickly and kisses him again. Then one more beaming nod. "Okay."

She hurries across the street, glancing back at him a couple more times before she has to turn the corner. When he comes back to the hotel, he'll find her sitting on the hood of her blue Lincoln Continental, legs crossed as she cheerfully chats with the parking lot attendant.

The attendant will mostly just be staring at her while she natters on about hats.

The advice of holding his breath helped a little. The flower shop wasn’t busy, only the florist and another and he could have easily dealt with both, but holding his breath and the thought of Alice and giving Alice the flowers is enough to get him through.

He picks a bouquet -

“What’s the occasion?”

“Uh. First date?”

- and pays the florist handsomely for the biggest bouquet he can get.

He only hesitates again when he’s walking up to the car.

Is it stupid?

It’s stupid, isn’t it?

He still has time to ditch the bouquet. Alice is talking to the attendant, going on and on about - hats?

And, for some reason, her talking about hats keeps him from tossing the flowers.

“Your books,” he says, interrupting the conversation and holding out the bag of said books. The attendant takes one look at him, the flowers, and slips off, maybe a little relieved even (because, hats, though Alice is a gorgeous sight to behold).

“And, these. These are for you, too. If you want them. You don’t have to - want them.”

"I want them," Alice slips off the car, grabbing the bouquet immediately, her grin wide. "Oh, I want them. Jasper they're beautiful."

She didn't even peek! Not much, at least.

"Do you...want me to have them? You seem unsure." She places them on the hood of the car, unbuttoning her jacket so she can toss it in the backseat. She hates hunting in a jacket--so constricting. Then, quickly, her bag of books from Jasper, tossing those in too.

She's wearing blue--he said it was his favorite color, after all. Picking the flowers up once more, she breathes them in, smiling happily at them. "I love them. I've never gotten flowers like this before." Leaning against the car again, she beckons him forward with a finger, for a kiss. "C'mere. Thank you."

“They’re yours,” Jasper says shyly to answer her question as he leans in to kiss her. “I didn’t know if you thought it’d be stupid.”

He likes that she loves them so much.

Loves that she loves them.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Jasper,” Alice whispers, pulling back from the kiss to look at him.

Really look at him.

“You could give me a twig or a pile of dirt, and I’d love it, because it’s from you.”

She’s avoiding saying the words—but she can think them: because she loves him.

Standing on her tiptoes, Alice kisses Jasper again, the flowers cradled in the crook of her arm before she remembers his compliment. “Oh, thank you. I know you like blue, so I wore it for you. I have lots of blue, so I’ll get to wear it for you a lot.”

The way she says it—like it’s the most natural thing in the world, to wear things someone else likes. The truth is, she’s never done it before, but it’s thrilling honestly. Everything about them is thrilling to her.

These stupid little human things, flowers and dates, and Jasper is so fucking happy.

He feels like that man in the street before, walking out of the florist with a grin.

He’s the one grinning now.

A tiny part of him wants to argue - to take back the flowers and the soft things because it’s all too much - but Alice is so happy and he is too.

And he wants, more than anything in this moment, to do right by Alice. He’s already gone a little backwards about things, to some accounts.

“This is you car?” he finally manages after a minute or two of just grinning at her and wrestling with his thoughts and feelings.

She’s talked about her car before but he hasn’t had the chance to see the thing yet. They’ve been walking or spending their time indoors, mostly.
It’s quite something.

“Can I - get the door for you?”

"You're gonna spoil me, Jasper Whitlock," Alice smiles, pushing herself up off the car, nodding to the door. "Sure.

"Have you ever driven? I can teach you if you want--though, I'm probably not the best teacher. Gabriel and Adelaide taught me outside of New Orleans when I decided it was time to leave. I thought they'd die again when I was learning. Gabriel kept praying while Addie kept telling him to be quiet. Good thing we were out in the middle of nowhere."

Her smile turns fond at the thought of them. One day, she's going to take Jasper to meet them. They'll love him. Delly especially.

“No, I haven’t,” Jasper says to answer her question as he opens the door for her. Carefully, when he nearly pulls the handle off at first reach.

Cars were invented after his human time and he hasn’t had the need for one since. Though, he wouldn’t mind learning to drive one day. Especially if this will be how they’re planning to travel.

“I’d trust you to teach me.”

(Never mind that he hasn’t seen her drive yet.)

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"I'd try my very best," Alice grins, stretching up to kiss his cheek before slipping into the car, digging her keys out of her purse.

She waits for Jasper to slide into the passenger seat before turning the car on and easing out of the hotel's lot. Normally, she'd go quite a bit faster, but she doesn't want to scare Jasper, and there's more people crossing the roads right now, still heading home from work.

Reaching over to the radio, Alice fiddles with the dial until she finds a song she recognizes, humming along as she drives them out of the city.

"There's some foresty areas just outside of Philly, away from humans, so we can hunt and then come back without too much trouble. It's going to rain--we might get caught in it on the way back, but it's nice to get caught in the rain sometimes, I think."

Alice is aware she's just talking to fill the silence. She's still rambling and tripping over her words when around him. He makes her nervous--but not in a bad way. In the best way.

Jasper likes when she rambles to fill the silence, almost doesn’t talk as much just to hear her go on and on and see what new information he can glean from her.

He’s grinning at her from his spot in the car. He’s far more interested in her than the interior of the thing, though he does glance at the radio when she fiddles with it, watches how she handles the car as she drives, her foot on the peddle.

(He’s already learning how to drive, just by watching her.)

“Guess I can’t find much to complain about the rain. Gets us out during the day, met you because of it. Well, I suppose, more accurately, I met you in it?”

She was, after all, waiting for him.

Her smile is excruciatingly bright as she looks over at him and grabs his hand. "Rainy days will forever be my favorite now."

Once they're out of the city itself, Alice speeds up a little, getting them away from the limits and to the forested area she'd talked about. It's not the biggest of forests, but it's big enough.

Pulling off into a clear area, Alice throws the gear into park and looks out the window. "Okay. There are deer here--less carnivore prey, but we might see a bear or two? They taste better, but of course there's not going to be that many of them in a populous area."

She looks nervous, chewing on her lip as she squeezes his hand. "It's probably not the greatest first date--eating food you probably won't like."

Jasper turns more toward her after they’ve parked, when she reaches over to squeeze his hand.

“I should probably warn you - I don’t know how I’ll react.”

Her sudden nervousness is making him nervous too. He’s never tried to hunt animals before. Never even considered it a possibility. Their blood certainly doesn’t smell the same. Has she already seen something happening?

“When I hunt humans, I - Well, i suppose you know how it is. You’ve alluded to it enough. I just don’t want you to - if I seem off - If you’re uncomfortable at all, please don’t hesitate to leave me behind.”

Not that he wants her to leave him for good, hastily adding: “We could always meet again, at the car?”

"No."

It's quick, soft, accompanied with a shake of her head. Alice tucks a wayward curl behind her ear, watching him. "No, I had to figure this all out on my own. I don't want it to be the same for you. I'll be there, beside you, as long as you want me there."

Please, please want her there.

"You shouldn't...when I've seen us hunting before, in the little flashes of the grand scheme of our lives, you seem unaffected by the animal deaths. I imagine it's because they don't really have...emotions that you can pick up on. We'll try it--get at least enough in you to not be hungry for a few days. I just know you won't enjoy the taste as much. I mean, how could we?"

She shoots him a little, embarrassed smile, her thumb stroking over the back of his hand. "But I have faith in you, in your ability to make this work. I don't want you to hurt anymore."

“I won’t say no to your company.”

He is concerned as to what she might see but then she’s clearly seen it already?

“If you’re sure.”

He’s never had someone believe in him so strongly. More than Peter, who came back for him, and certainly more than Maria, who knew his use but hadn’t always trusted him in everything.

Jasper squeezes Alice’s hand in his, offering a brave smile.

“I suppose, then - lead the way?”

He’s only a little apprehensive now, mostly at the thought of the taste, as she keeps mentioning it.

But, it can’t be that bad, can it?

They leave the car and make their way into the woods, silent, listening. She can hear the chitter of squirrels and the warbling of birds, but she focuses past that, listening for sounds deeper in the woods.

"A herd of deer," she whispers, shooting Jasper a quick grin, grabbing his hand and darting off towards the sound.

They take down an antlered stag and a good sized doe in seconds, and Alice finishes her deer off quickly and neatly, not a drop of blood on her blue dress, but she stays crouched, to keep an eye on Jasper, make sure he's okay.

The hunting part had been fun enough. It always is, when having to give chase, using their enhanced senses like they should.

Approaching the kill like he would a human - quick and drinking deeply to avoid any of the emotions that might take hold - had probably not been the best idea, though.

It doesn’t smell right, and definitely doesn’t taste right.

It’s just not right. At all.

He’s coughing up the blood almost as soon as he pulls back from the stag, vomiting up as much of it as he can.

He really hopes Alice isn’t watching him, but a quick glance in her direction assured him she is and he turns away with a grimace once more.

And then he’s throwing up again.

His clothes are not saved from the mess.

Well, that could have been better.

Alice turns her head away, more for his privacy than for her. She's not disgusted, she's just sympathetic. Standing up, she moves over to him, rubbing his back in a gentle motion.

"I'm so sorry, Jasper," she whispers, combing her fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that would happen--"

Jasper is downright embarrassed. A feeling he’s not used to. He wishes Alice hadn’t been here to see this.

He thinks to move away from her hand at his back, in his curls - he shouldn’t show such weakness - but he finds himself moving into the touch instead.

“Sorry,” he rasps. “I didn’t know it’d be that disgusting.”

He glances at her in her perfect, pretty blue dress then, and grimaces once more.

“Don’t - I don’t want you to ruin your dress.”

He’s made quite the mess.

“Have you ever - ?”

But no. He shakes his head at his own question. He can’t imagine it of her. Puking up stag blood like this.

God.

He’s so embarrassed.

It’s just blood. He should’ve been able to take it.

Alice hums softly as she crouches beside him, her hand still smoothing back his hair. She may love the clothes and shoes and accouterments of being human, but they're not important right now.

Never will be as important as the man beside her.

"Not animal blood," Alice murmurs, her hand slowing to a stop in his hair while she thinks about it. "But I made a mistake a few years after I'd started trying my hardest with this diet. I mean--I made a few mistakes but this one..."

Gently, she starts carding her hand through his hair again. "It's the best taste in the world to us and I vomited it all back up one night. I suppose it was more the reaction I had to killing someone who was barely out of childhood. But still--I killed a kid and I wasted his death. What was the point of that? Sometimes I think I did it to give me something to beat myself up with later."

Alice shakes her head, out of the depressing reverie. "I have spare clothes back in the car, for later. So don't worry about it. Don't beat yourself up over it, it's not a great taste. I promise though, carnivores taste a lot better...and other than the vomiting, you didn't have to feel the animal die like a person, right?"

Jasper shakes his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She’s being so careful with him, and he’s never felt such tenderness before. He‘s not sure deserves it, only that he wants to be the sort of man to for her?

“No, it’s - different. I can still feel them, but it’s different.”

He finally manages to face her. He’s sure he looks awful. His clothes are ruined and he’s certain there are stains around his mouth from all the blood he’d coughed up.

He takes her in, his expression somewhat sad as he considers her. Maybe he’s too hopeless for her. Too wrong? The way she talks about her mistake - He can only imagine how she must have felt the day she killed that boy, and he’s felt it too, certainly, has grown tired of all the endless killing, and yet he’s only ever wanted more blood before.

”What if I can’t do this?” he asks in a whisper.

Alice licks her thumb, then uses it to start cleaning the blood off the corner of his mouth. She feels a stab of sadness for Jasper--the skittish way he seems to want to turn into her touches and turn away from them all at once.

She's not sure she can forgive the woman before her.

"Do you trust me?" Alice whispers back, moving to the other corner of his mouth. "I know it's a lot, asking a lot, when we met only days ago. But when I say that I know you can do this, because I've seen it and it's so clear and crisp and solid that I know it's going to happen, I need you to trust it. Trust me."

“I trust you,” Jasper says without even having to think about it.

Because he does trust her.

He knows a certain someone might think he’s being an idiot if she saw him now, but Alice is the most genuine person he’s ever met.

He looks into her bright golden eyes as she scrubs at his face. Her eyes had started to darken again, like his, but are now as bright as when he’d met her in the diner just a handful of days ago.

When she took his hand and he felt - everything.

“Think we can have a second chance at this first date thing?”

Alice smiles, her thumb grazing over his cheek, moving closer to press her lips against his cheek. "Of course."

She takes his face in both of her hands, tilting his head forward so she can press a kiss into his hair.

"If we got straws," she laughs, already rolling her eyes at her joke. "We could pretend we're sharing a shake like kids in town. I didn't even want to finish that joke, it's so bad."

Jasper bursts out laughing. Its an honest, genuine reaction. Just like his trust in her.

It’s not that her joke is funny, it’s terrible.

“ - Alice, that’s disgusting.”

"It made you laugh, though--" Alice beams, his hands still on his face as she dips forward to kiss his cheeks again. "And so that is all that matters, no matter how disgusting my joke was."

“Don’t know if I’ll be able to get that image out of my head.”

It doesn’t, however, ruin his appetite.

“I think I could try again?”

"We can look for the bears?" Alice stands, her hand reaching out for his to take. "They've got to be here somewhere--I know I saw one before you got here."

But the bears tend to fight back and more importantly: ruin clothes. She doesn't like to ruin her clothes. She's somehow managed to stay completely unbloodied, even in crouching by Jasper's side.

"Probably toward those rocks that way," she points, towards a thicket of trees. "There's probably a cave."

“Are you - Do you want to wait here?”

Jasper rather appreciates how sweet and patient she’s been with him but he doesn’t exactly want her to see it another time if he’s about to have the same reaction.

“I’ll come back, right after,” he adds hurriedly, in case she thinks he’s not planning to do so. “And then we can have ourselves a real date? Or, ‘least figure out what a real date is for us.”

“Okay,” Alice smiles. “Hold your breath, it might make the taste less weird.”

Maybe.

“I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

Jasper lingers for a moment, wanting to kiss her (and also not because he just puked up a bunch of blood in front of her).

He kisses her forehead.

“Be right back,” he murmurs before he’s off in the direction she’d indicated.

She can probably hear it: when he finds the bear, the ensuing fight, the quiet that follows.

And then he’s coming back to her, not quite grinning but pleased.

She’ll see his eyes are gold.

She’s perched on a rock, weaving daisies together that she’s picked in the time he was gone.

Alice looks up, fingers still working, before he appears, her grin bright. She sees his eyes before he even walks past the trees.

“Success?” She finishes weaving the daisies into a crown, hopping up from the rock to run over to him, tug him down and place the crown in his hair. “Better this time?”

Jasper laughs when she tugs him down to put the crown on his head.

“Success. I wouldn’t say it’s any better but I managed to keep it down. And I feel fed. Satisfied.”

He suddenly swoops her up into his arms, spinning her around.

She squeals, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold on.

Nothing but light—pure and sunny happiness—fills her. She loves this. Loves him. Can’t believe it’s only been days. It feels like she’s known him forever.

In a way, she has. But it feels like he’s known her too.

“I knew you could do it,” Alice beams, kissing his cheek.

Jasper doesn’t want to set her down so he just keeps holding her up, in his arm.

He’s so happy, and he feels the echo of that same happiness in her. Her love for him too.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “For this, and everything.”

He feels far lighter than he has in years, especially after feeding. But, he’s felt lighter, ever since he met her too. He feels more whole, more complete, like he’d only been a half-something previously.

(And he knows all about mates, wonders if Alice is that, but he’s hesitant to think too much on it. Knows his hesitancy to do so is rooted in his past and his relationship with María.)

He hugs Alice to him again.

“I want to take you out. Somewhere nice. What do you want to do? Do you want to go dancing? We could go dancing.”

Combing her hands through his hair, careful not to disturb the crown of daisies, Alice presses a kiss to his forehead.

“We can go dancing,” she laughs, her fingers playing with the ends of his curls. “I’d like that, very much—can we stop at the hotel so I can change? I have clothes you can throw on in the car, though I’m going to make you change too if dancin’ is on the docket for tonight.”

She has fancy clothes for dancing, after all.

“Put me in what you want. Dancin’ is definitely on the docket.”

He knows she loves it.

He hugs and swings her around in his arms once more before he’s putting her feet back on the ground.

“C’mon. Race you back to the car.”

“Oh, you’ll win,” she laughs, already moving forward. “Your legs are twice as long as mine.”

Alice is fast, like all vampires, of course. But the length of Jasper’s legs definitely give him an advantage.

Or so she believes.

Regardless, she does take off toward the car, flitting through the trees and underbrush.

Jasper grins, and then darts after her. He quickly gains on her and is only waiting a few moments ahead of her at the car.

“You’re still pretty fast,” he compliments as he gifts her his daisy chain crown, putting it atop her head.

“The clothes in the back?”

Sighing, long-suffering and overly dramatic, Alice trudges to the trunk, popping it and digging around for a second before pulling out a shirt and some pants, neatly folded.

“If I could have one wish, it would be to be just a little taller,” Alice laughs, handing him the clothes before shutting the trunk. “Get changed, Mr. Whitlock. I have a date to get ready for.”

“Well, I like you just the way you are,” Jasper says, ducking to kiss the top of her head as he takes the clothes from her.

He changes quickly as requested. He’ll get rid of the old clothes once they’re back at the hotel, just stuffs them under the front seat as they climb into the car.

“I’m sure you know a place, for dancing?” he asks when they’re moving again, back toward town.

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