keptherwaiting | 1948, Near Noank, Connecticut

1948, Near Noank, Connecticut

Following the coastal road extends their time spent driving but Jasper doesn’t mind. He enjoys listening to Alice talking and singing along with the radio, watching out the window as they pass through town after town.

They don’t stop unless absolutely necessary, avoiding human interaction after the almost-slip in the movie theater. It’s stops just for gas and then finally a longer stretch when Alice demands Jasper take the wheel and learn how to drive.

Which he does, with a few stops and starts along the way until he can get the hang of it, and then Alice settles back to read to him aloud from one the new books she’d bought.

Until - “Oh, here!” - and she directs him toward the outskirts of a little coastal town of Connecticut before they reach Rhode Island.

She’s murmuring the directions to him, until he has the car hidden and parked away from any main roads.

“Alice - what - ?” He’s laughing. “Are we about to commit grand larceny?”

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Each drag of his fingers draws another soft noise out of her, each suck of her skin in his mouth makes her shiver.

Her foot plants into the sand, hips rising to meet his fingers, working herself as he works her as well.

There—the perfect spot—and she groans loudly, her hand squeezing his arm tight. “Jesus—“

Her fingers tightening on his arms, her body relaxed if not also muscles taut from pleasure in the way he plays her so well, and he doesn’t want to mess around anymore. Just wants her.

He pulls his fingers from her, feeling as empty as she does from the sudden loss, and he sits back on his knees.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling her up and into his arms. He guides her slowly down onto him, giving her the time she needs to adjust - she’s so small and tight around him - even as she steals his breath from him as she envelopes him and he just wants -

“ - God, Alice.”

She whines at the press of him inside of her, the stretch. He makes her feel so full.

Her legs tremble as she adjusts, her arm slung tight around his shoulders to hold on.

Her breath leaves her in small gasps, her fingers shaking as she rolls her hips forward experimentally, moaning at the sensation.

“Jasper,” Alice pants, her eyes squeezed shut as she blindly finds his mouth, licking at his bottom lip before kissing him.

He kisses her back just as blindly, lost in the sensation of her around him, surrounding him so completely with her limbs flung around him, presses tight against him.

Eventually, his hands still on her hips, he lifts her just a little before rolling his hips up to meet hers as he brings her down again. A steady, slow pace as she continues to adjust to him. Until the tremble of her legs and the shake of her hands is pure pleasure more than anything else.

“Fuck. Just like that, darlin’” he gasps against her mouth, when they start moving in perfect sync, the pace faster than slow and slower than fast as they find the rhythm that drives them both crazy and makes them gasp, breathless.

“God,” Alice hisses as he moves her, them, together. Everything is so much, feels so good.

Pleasure radiates from her core, limbs feeling heavy and full of static. She buries her face into his neck, her mouth open against his skin as they move together.

This angle, position, it makes her see stars, nonsense words falling from her lips. Curses, his name, begs and pleas.

Each curse and gasp and plea is echoed by him. Her pleasure his, his pleasure hers.

“I love you,” he whispers in her ear, again and again, with each roll of their hips.

His hand curls into her hair, directing her mouth back to hers, kissing her - or trying to between the pants and gasps.

“Look at me,” he says when he feels her getting closer, his heavy gaze already focused on her. “Alice - “

She whines again, at his request, but complies when he pulls her head back. She wants to stay buried against him, surrounded by him.

Alice’s gaze is wobbly when she looks at Jasper, and it takes a few heavy blinks to focus on his face and not just the ball of pleasure in her belly, tightening with each stroke of his hips.

“Jasper,” his name is a whimper, her hips losing rhythm against his.

His hands are everywhere. In her hair, at her cheeks, curling around her hips as he takes over, working her on him when she whimpers and starts to falter.

“I love you,” he says again. “God, Alice. I love you so much. Just keep lookin’ at me, darlin’. I got you.”

And he does, with his fingers tight at her hips, moving her in all the right ways so he drags against her just so.

He just wants her gaze on him, full of love and desire. The same way her golden gaze locked onto him in the diner when she slid into that booth across from him and accused him of keeping her waiting.

Her fingers twist into the ends of his hair, tugging, holding on as she crests, breaks like a wave over him. Her legs twitch and tremble on either side of him, her mouth open in a silent gasp, her eyes still on his the whole time.

It’s overwhelming, how tightly she holds him within her, her body pulsing around him, making her feel impossibly full, like she can’t breathe with him inside of her.

Alice has to break the gaze, she has to, as her hands tremble in his hair, and she gasps in heaving breaths. She rests her head against his, her noises soft and whiny.

He follows quickly after, movements stuttering as he crests not a moment later with a groan, overwhelmed as she.

And still he chases her gaze when she looks away.

“Look, darlin’,” he urges with a gasp as he holds her close to him. He’s still pressed tightly inside of her, still feels the tremble in her legs, the contractions around him, their breaths both heavy, gasping.

He nudges at her with his nose, kissing at her cheek, her jaw -

“Nothin’ to be shy about here.”

Alice turns her head to kiss him, catch his lips as he moves them across her face. “‘S not really shyness,” she protests, shuddering around him, in his arms, still. “It’s like...”

She drifts off, brow furrowing as she tries to remember words. “Like lookin’ into the sun. It’s so bright and intense and it’s between us and sometimes it feels like if I look too long, it’ll hurt. It’s just...intense.”

Another shiver wracks her, her hands slipping along his shoulders, her toes digging into the sand behind him. “You make me feel like I’m flyin’ or about to explode—and if I watch you break or watch you while I do, it’s just...too much, sometimes.”

She kisses him again, hips shifting away, then chasing towards his again, as if she’s unsure of the oversensitive feeling in her. “I’ll do my best to stare you down aggressively the next time.”

"Ah, Alice - "

He makes a soft noise and stills her squirming hips, the movements a little too much for him at the moment, speaking of intense.

"You don't need to stare aggressively," he assures her with a laugh against her lips when she settles again, "But, you might as well get used to some intense starin' on my part because I can't take my eyes off of you."

He does understand what she's talking about though:

"It - is intense. It hurts, but - It's the best kind of hurt I've ever felt, I guess."

"I don't know," Alice starts, then stops, moving to rest her forehead against Jasper's shoulder. "I don't know hurt. Not really. It's strange--there's so many emotions and things I just don't know yet."

Her fingers trail over his skin as she thinks, turning her head so her nose is against his neck. "I saw your hurt, sometimes. But I couldn't feel anything except the sadness I had for not being able to help you then. Not that I'm lookin' to find out what hurt is like but...I'm sure it'll happen one way or another."

She pulls back so she's looking at him again, shrugging and rolling her eyes at herself. "That's not what this is about. Sorry."

Jasper is frowning when she looks back at him again. He can't imagine not knowing an emotion. Though, the intensity of the love between them has certainly blind-sided him.

"Well," he says after a moment, the words cautious, "If I had my way, you'd never feel it, other than when I looked at you all intense-like."

He lifts her out of his lap, a soft noise accompanying the loss of her, before he lays her back on the sand and blankets her body with his.

" - And no apologizing for saying what you think." He kisses her nose. "This is about whatever you want it to be about."

"I doubt that was what you had in mind when you were inside of me just now," Alice laughs, wrinkling her nose under his kiss. "But thank you."

She darts up and kisses his cheek before tucking her arm under her head as a pillow. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips. "I want to feel every emotion, one day. And even the ones that aren't good...because I know you'll be there to help me through them."

"I will," Jasper promises her.

He's with her through anything, truly. As her partner, and her mate.

And then he laughs, "And no, I was not thinking of that when I was inside of you."

A point he punctuates with a little wiggle against her.

She laughs with him, her smile bright as she grins up at him.

"I'm going to be covered in sand for days, Mr. Whitlock, with you pressin' me into the beach." She wiggles up against him.

"I like it," Alice murmurs, her smile softening. "When I say things that would make you blush if you could. And then when you say them yourself--I like that even more."

"Hm, like - I'm going to fuck you on top of the car, soon as we get back to it?" he offers with a soft smile in return.

(Which he'd be blushing if he could for just saying so.)

"After I drag you into the ocean and try to get all this sand off of you."

Because it is everywhere.

Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth when he says it, desire blooming again at the crass words.

God, but she loves it. There's something special about breaking that polite Southern boy exterior.

"You gonna fuck me in the ocean too? Or is that for another time?"

God.

Jasper laughs, shaking his head a little.

"Yes, I will fuck you in the ocean. Now, and another time too."

"Oh good," Alice laughs, pushing herself up to kiss him again. "You don't have to. I can wait until the car. If you fuck me in the ocean, I might be too tired for you to push me over the hood of the car and fuck me there, so, better be safe than sorry."

She says it like she's talking taxes, if not for the smug grin on her face.

"Come on--dunk me in the water, cowboy."

"You," is a slightly strangled sound from her mate as he sweeps her up into his arms, "are getting fucked in the ocean, and on the car, and in the car. Maybe even on the way back to the car too."

She squeals as he takes her in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders. "Oh, I don't want to be a bother."

Alice leans in, nipping at his jaw. "Or to have you keel over."

"I'm not that old," Jasper growls as he carries her into the water again.

Though, she is quite the handful, and sometimes he wonders if he can keep up with her.

Not today, though.

"You're right--you've got centuries to go, my love," Alice murmurs, turning his head so she can kiss him again.

Centuries of this. And her being a handful.

"I love you," she whispers against his lips. "So very, very much."

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