keptherwaiting | 1948, Philadelphia

1948, Philadelphia

Waiting for Alice to finish getting ready, Jasper is far more excited and confident than nervous for their date this time.

She’d made him shower first, not wanting him to put on his fancy clothes without one, and then she’d disappeared into the bathroom with more than one bag in her arms after he’d finished. His suit had been left on the bed, which he’d changed into quickly - a perfect fit, because she knows him so perfectly and so finely crafted too - and then he’d been left to more or less think about their upcoming night.

He feels good, more sure of himself than he has been in awhile, and vows to make up for the little stumbles earlier by making sure Alice has a great time tonight.

He’s sure Alice will look beautiful, she always does, and he knows he looks great, because Alice picked out the suit especially for him. He wonders where they’ll go to dance; Alice has said she knew of a place. And it’s still early enough, a Friday, and even the quietest of weeknights in Philly have seen plenty of activity.

He’s just thinking of fetching another bouquet of flowers for her - the other already artfully displayed on a table - when the door to the bathroom finally creaks open.

He turns and sucks in an appropriately sharp breath at the sight of her.

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Her fingers slip on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with them as she desperately tries to get the fabric off him and not stop kissing him at the same time.

She's easily distracted by the feel of his hands on her breasts, the shape of his lips against hers; Alice pauses on button number three so she can cup his face and kiss him back with fervor, lick her way into his mouth.

It takes a long moment before she remembers her plan, and begins fumbling at the buttons again, finally, finally getting them undone so she can push the shirt off his shoulders. So she can finally press herself against his skin.

Her in his arms, skin to skin, and Jasper is just crazy for her. The way she kisses him, her hands in his hair, on his skin.

The things he wants to do to her, how good he wants to make her feel, better and more than she already does -

He slides his hand down to her lower back, pressing his palm there and flooding her with a rush of the desire he feels for her.

“That okay?” he gasps, mouthing at her neck. “Not like calming you when you’re righteously angry, right?”

Her reply is a gasp as her head falls back to allow him better access to her neck. It's in the tightening of fingers on his shoulders, the tremble of her knees on either side of his legs.

"God," Alice makes the oath sound like a swear, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her hips shift against his again, as she pushes back against his hand on her back. "'s fine, 's good, Jasper--"

Her fingers find his hair again, tugging him away from her neck so she can kiss him again, groaning into his mouth.

He moans into the kiss, and then he’s lifting her up, pressing her down onto the bed.

“Only fine? Just good?” he asks when he trails his mouth away from hers to kiss her neck again, to press his lips to her collarbone.

And each brush of his lips against her skin brings with it another wave of desire, lust, (love).

“‘M not doin’ it right if it’s only and just.”

“—that’s not what I meant—“ Alice laughs, breathlessly, arching up into him.

“You make—“ she breaks off again, a sharp inhale at his lips against her throat, the feelings he pours into her. “—it hard to speak.”

Her desire, lust (love), coupled with his, coursing through her, makes her knees feel like jelly, her legs tremble on either side of him.

Jasper chuckles as he makes his way down her body to kiss at her ribs, still flooding her with the feelings with every brush of his lips.

“Just want to make sure you’re being taken care of like you should be. Like you deserve.”

“I don’t think I need to worry about that—“ Alice giggles, combing her fingers through his hair again.

She loves the feel of his hair under her hand. The feel of his lips against her skin.

The slow movements drive her crazy—she wonders if she’ll ever stop needing him immediately and she hopes the answer is no.

“Good. Long as I’m being thorough.” His lips curve into a smile against her skin as he nips as her stomach, then lower still. “You just tell me if I’m not.”

He reaches the edge of her panties, and he presses a delicate kiss to the silky fabric before he’s resting his chin on her, looking up at her from where he’s settled between her legs. His grin is mischievous, the sparkle in his golden eyes even more so.

“I’m gonna tear these off with my teeth now, okay?”

“Jasper, if you don’t get on with it,” Alice growls, pressing her fingers to her eyes.

She’s near vibrating with the want of him, the need, heady desire.

“I want to.”

He presses his lips to her again, scrapes his teeth along the waistband of her panties.

“And maybe I don’t. Maybe I just want you like this.“

With her coming apart from just his kisses here and there and his overwhelming her with desire.

“But I love putting my mouth to you too.”

All these choices, and her just laid out before him like this.

It’s not fair—his torturous indecision makes half-firmed visions float before her, there and gone so quickly; glimpses of what could happen.

She whines, twisting under him, her hands reaching for him, fingers gliding over his hair, face, lips.

“Jasper,” Alice whispers, his name a needy thing, “don’t tease.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t mean to tease you.”

But the way in which he grins at her as his teeth close around her waistband says otherwise. He tugs and the fabric falls smoothly away.

He sits back, spreading her legs wide for him with his hands on her knees directing a little shiver of anticipation through her.

“I want you too much. Makes it hard to decide on the how.”

“That’s worse,” Alice sighs, her legs falling wider to accommodate his shoulder span.

But the flow of anticipation from him works—her knees tremble and she swallows thickly, her hands gripping the sheets under her.

She sets her foot on his shoulder, the feel of his shirt under her skin is almost too much, just that, he’s poured so much need and want into her, mixing with her own.

“Sorry,” he says with a laugh and an apologetic kiss to her ankle. “I don’t mean to drive you crazy. But, you see what you do to me.”

He follows the kiss with another on her calf and then higher still at her knee before he slide her leg over his shoulder as he settles between her legs again. He nips at her inner thigh, closer than to where he so desperately wants to be.

And he pauses, a thoughtful look cutting across his face.

“Did you ever see any of this, before?”

What.

“I—“ Alice struggles to prop herself on her elbows, looking down at him where he sits between her legs.

It takes her a moment to figure out what he asked—her brain sluggish.

“No, not really, not until the decision was made... the first night, when you—“ she gestures vaguely at him and his positioning and his plans, “—and then the other times. But it’s not always a definite.

“You make choices but change your mind,” Alice laughs softly. “It makes it hard to pin down. I don’t always wanna know what’s going to happen either. I know less the faster it goes, more the slower. They’re easier to ignore here though, when feelings are more important than decisions.”

“Oh.”

He turns his head, kissing her inner thigh again, the thoughtfulness of his expression carrying through to his lips that trace along her skin.

And then he’s between her legs, holding her open for him to lap at her gently, to taste her like he’s been wanting to since the club.

She wants to press, ask him to ask his questions; she can see them forming below the thoughtful expression but—

Alice gasps, year falling back, her fingers tightening in the sheets. She wobbles on her elbows, unsteady as desire floods her again (though it never went away, just a small ebb like a wave receding back into the ocean).

“Christ,” she swears, watching him, her lip tugged between her teeth. “Jasper—“

He moans happily around her. He loves doing this to her, getting her to come undone with his mouth and his fingers. Loves to hear her gasp his name, the tremble of the leg slung over his shoulder that pulls him closer even as she angles her hips toward his mouth, insistent.

She doesn’t hold herself back, just falls into the moment, letting herself get swept away in the feelings, and he loves it.

And yet, he does have questions.

He pulls back, replacing his mouth with his fingers for a moment as he looks up at her.

“But - You saw me? Just not us being like this?” he asks, the question making its way known through the haze of lust(love) and want.

Her head drops forward, chin on her chest as she tries to focus on him and his question and not his fingers inside of her.

It’s a hard thing to do, when her body reacts so happily to him.

“Uh—“ Alice blinks rapidly, trying her hardest to answer him. Her hips rock forward onto his fingers and she bites back a moan. “I mean, I saw...flashes? I guess. I mostly saw moments. The diner—shit—us traveling, kissing...they were inevitable but just glimpses. Not the full pictures.”

Jasper hums thoughtfully, her last statement awakening another thought, another long line of questions. She’s said as much before but they haven’t really talked much about her visions of him.

Not that now is really the time for talking, he realizes when he looks her over again, focusing on him and his questions even as she loses herself to the pleasure.
“- You know what? We’ll talk later.” He offers an apologetic grin and he curls his fingers just so that he knows will have her toes curling.

“ - Or not.” He doesn’t want her to be distracted with a vision right now, after all. “Whenever. Maybe never.”

“We can talk,” Alice pleads, her toes curling, her eyes squeezing shut. “We can y’all all you want, after this, please—“

Breathing is harder now, however unnecessary it is when she’s not talking. Her finger curl back into the sheets, and she lets her body fall back onto the mattress, no longer trying to support herself on shaky arms.

He pulls such beautiful sensations from her—like the burn low in her stomach, the tingle in her limbs, the pulse that makes her shake and moan. He makes her feel such wonderful things.

Like—“God,” Alice grits out, her hips chasing his fingers and the curl of them inside. Biting her lip, caging the words that want to follow inside. “Jasper—“

“Yeah, yes, ‘course,” he murmurs, nipping at her thigh again as he curls and moves his fingers in her.

And then his mouth is back on her once more, forgetting all about the questions and any thoughts of talking, as he loses himself to her pleasure.

It doesn’t take much more—not with how he fills her with his own desire, his own want, his own need. It sends her nerves into overdrive, setting them alight like candles and flame and wonder.

His name is a gasp, soft, her hand moving to his head, scratching at his scalp, tugging at his hair, a whine falling from her lips as she breaks, above, around him.

Jasper loves it. The way she falls apart on his tongue. He loves her hands in his hair, the tiny whine that escapes her. The way she tastes.

He coaxes as much as he can out of her before he’s kissing his way up her body.

“Hello, beautiful,” he murmurs, pushing her hair back from her face as he settles beside her, his head joining hers on the pillow.

Alice gives him a soft smile, her fingers covering her lips for a moment before she rolls into him, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips, the thrill of that burning low inside of her even after the impressive explosion moments before.

"Hey," she breathes, pulling back, her fingers tracing a scar at his neck. A laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head, hair mussing across the pillow beneath her. "You're amazing."

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