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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"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."

“I love you too,” as he maneuvers her so he can thrust inside of her again. The movements slow and gentle, in stark contrast to the word that had been volleyed between them only moments ago.

Because when she talks so sweetly -

“Centuries of this. Of us.”

He’s only waist-deep in the water and he uses the ebb and flow of the waves to guide his movements.

She gasps, arching into him as he pushes inside of her again. Her hands cup his face, eyes on his as they move together in the water.

The slow, gentle movements between them give her ample time to focus on the feelings he pulls from her. The way love and desire intermingle and concentrate low in her; how quickly she's already feeling that burn and tangle in her belly, overwhelmed by their love, sensitive from their coupling moments earlier.

"Forever," Alice whispers, her hips tilting to meet his. "Forever, and ever, Jasper, God, I love you--"

“ - God, forever sounds good.”

His hands cupped around her ass, he moves her against him, with him, keeping pace with the waves.

“Never really - shit - thought about time much before. Just kept goin’, day after day. But I want that with you. This. Fuck, baby.”

He kisses her again, nipping at her bottom lip before licking his way inside her mouth.

Alice moans into his mouth, her hands slipping at his shoulders, redoubling their efforts to hold onto him.

Her legs tremble, her knees pressing into his sides to hold on. Pulling back, her teeth grazing his lip, she locks her gaze on his again. "Look at me, Jasper, I'm not lookin' away this time--"

Her lips twitch before gasping sharply as she rolls her hips against his. "Fuck--God, Jasper."

His gaze flicks to her, his nose pressed to hers. His eyes are dark but with hunger only for her.

“ - Not to - ah - stare aggressively?”

His laugh is breathless, a puff against her lips, as close as he is to her.

He rolls his hips against the waves now, wanting to hear her gasp again. To feel it, as her legs tighten around him all the more, and as she clenches around him, so tight already.

The noise that leaves her is more whine than anything else, her eyelashes fluttering, but she keeps her gaze on him, one hand sliding into his hair as she tilts her hips to meet him.

The other hand slips between them, touching herself to stoke the fire in her, her knees shaking at his sides, gasping, kissing him, pulling back again to watch him.

"I love you," Alice whispers. "I love you."

He’s the one to break her gaze this time - only for a moment when he glances down, watching as she touches herself - and then he’s locking his gaze with hers again.

“I love you too,” he breathes.

It is intense. His gaze on her, hungry yet full of love, brimming with it, and hers meeting his, just as intense, the love and hunger there too.

It's almost a surprise when she comes--she didn't expect it to happen that fast (though, her visions swimming in the back of her mind did try to warn her).

She stiffens in his arms, shaking, her hand tight at the back of his neck as she forces herself to keep looking at him, eyebrows drawn tightly together as she spasms around him, her thighs aching and trembling. Gasping in sharp breaths, her hips tilted flush against his, her hand trapped between them, a needy noise escaping her.

"Fuck, yes, God--" Alice babbles, her fingers tight, tight, at his neck.

For all of his powers, and it surprises Jasper too. The sudden rush and onslaught of her feelings cascades over him, and he’s scrambling with his hold on her as he presses into her fully, quickly following her with his own release.

“Shit,” he gasps, when he can, the breath knocked out of him by the force of it all.

He’s trembling against her, and his fingers spasm with a shiver that has him adjusting his grip on her in fear of dropping her.

“Fuck.”

He hasn’t lost it that fast since -

“Jesus.”

- his first time?

“Fuck.”

His chest is heaving as he blinks at her, gaze still heavy on her, forehead still pressed to her, and then he laughs.

“I love you.”

And, “Fuck. Shit. Jesus.”

Because, damn.

She laughs, helplessly, still sucking in deep breaths as she presses her forehead against his, fingers combing through his hair as she trembles in his arms.

"I love you, too," Alice whispers, nipping at his bottom lip, pressing kisses against the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much."

Jasper closes his eyes as she kisses him, to revel in the feel of her lips against him and the feelings between them. He sighs, happy and content.

And he is. So happy.

He smiles as he blinks open his eyes and focuses on her face again.

“I love you.”

He shifts then, pulling out of her with a soft noise of regret, but he keeps her close, one arm looped beneath her, holding her up as he runs his other along her back.

“And you’re still covered in sand,” he murmurs. He cups his hand, collecting water in his palm, and then lets it trickle down her back, washing away some of it.

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