keptherwaiting | 1949, Prince Edward Island, Canada

1949, Prince Edward Island, Canada

The bathroom is filled with the steam of hot water, making the room appear to have a hazy glow.

Jasper actually fits in the tub for once, a luxuriously large tub for a luxurious hotel room, and Alice with him, leaning back against his chest, squeezed in between his legs.

They were on Prince Edward Island for the weekend and Alice had wanted something nicer than the roadside motels (or forested areas) just outside the populated areas that Jasper favored.

And who was he to deny her anything? Especially when it has been exactly a year since they met in Philly.

He kisses the top of her head, sighing softly, happily.

He wonders if she knows it’s been a year, and that’s the reason for the weekend and the room. He wonders if she knows that he knows?

Time’s a funny thing for vampires to keep track of, and neither of them have mentioned it yet.

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One hand pushes through her hair, fingers tightening at the roots, the other tangled in his hair, holding him close, arching up into his mouth.

A groan leaves Alice, her breath a gasp at the sensations he causes. Five minutes seems like too long and not enough. Always, she's so tangled up when it comes to Jasper and wanting, needing him. Wanting every moment to last forever, wanting to make every moment faster so she can experience more, all of it.

"God," she groans, her fingers tightening in his hair, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

His gaze flicks to her face, and the way she chews on her bottom lip, her hand tight in her hair, fanned out on the pillow.

He grins as he unhooks her legs from around his waist, as he spreads her legs wider when he continues to kiss his way down her body.

Before he settles between her thighs, and puts his mouth to her.

It's like electricity running through her at the first touch of his mouth against her. A shock, knees trembling, her hands sliding to the sheets, curling her fingers in the fabric.

It never fails, the rush of desire and love and lust that happens when he touches her, it feels new and wonderful every time. "God, Jasper," her fingers tighten in the sheets. "God, I love you."

Jasper moans at the rush of emotions from her.

The love and desire and need he feels from her is nothing new, as he feels it always from her, and yet he loves this too. Loves pleasuring her. Feeling her so unmoored as he works her with his mouth and tongue.

Her scent surrounding him, her gasps and whimpers and declarations of love -

He can’t get enough of it.

He risks a glance upward, her body sprawled out on the bed, head thrown back, fingers twisting in the sheets, and he moans again.

He shifts so he can work a hand between his body and the bed, stroking himself gently as he coaxes more moans from her.

“God,” she presses the heel of her foot into the bed, anchoring herself against the onslaught of his tongue and lips.

He makes her feel so good, so desperate and wanting and needy. Shuddering, knees and hands shaking.

“Jasper, God, shit—” Alice babbles, his name and curses falling from her lips, incoherent groans as her hips stutter up, chasing his mouth.

He pulls off of her with a gasp, pressing his forehead to her thigh as he gulps in a few deep breaths. Her need and want and desperation too much mixed with his.

“God, Alice - I love you.”

He shudders, stuttering through more expressions of his love and desire for her, as he takes her in.

She’s so beautiful and perfect and he wants her and he wants this and he wants and wants.

He crawls up her body, pressing kisses here and there, before he captures her mouth in a hungry kiss.

She moans into his mouth, wrapping herself around him, kissing him back just as hungrily. The want bubbles under her skin, as if she’s made from it, needy for him.

“I need you,” Alice whines, reaching between them, taking him in hand, stroking as she wiggles under him, positioning them both. “Inside me-now, please—“

“Alice -“

A needy whine as he moves inside of her, feeling her envelop him. Slowly at first, and then a quick jerk of his hips as he thrusts inside her completely.

He presses kisses against her lips, her cheeks, into her hair, anywhere and everywhere as he murmurs his love for her.

She cries out as he settles in her, her knees tightening at his sides as he presses kisses against her skin.

Her fingers tighten on his arms, hips tilting experimentally now that he’s fully seated within her. She feels so full, perfect, right.

“I love you,” Alice whimpers, turning her head to meet his lips, kissing him properly. Relishing the taste of him as she licks her way into his mouth.

Everything is right and perfect, and Jasper is so in love. Helplessly, hopelessly.

He kisses her back hungrily again, losing himself in the kiss, in her arms as he moves with an urgency.

The pace set is fast, desperate. Like he can’t get enough of her, because he can’t, fueled by his own need and want as much as hers.

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Hand plunging into his hair, Alice’s fingers tighten in the locks again, her head thrown back into the pillows again. “God—“

She’s so close, already—his fast pace, the heavy feelings between them, they drive her closer and closer to the edge with each thrust from him.

Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip again, her hands holding Jasper’s head close to her face, her whimpers lost against his cheek, his ear.

“I love you,” he pants against her skin, mouthing at her jaw, “I love you so much.”

She clings to him in the best possible way, her legs tight around him, her hands in his hair, how she meets him thrust for thrust. They’re both so close -

“C’mon, darlin’. For me. I want you to.”

His words are a murmur, a moan, lost against her skin, as his hips meet hers again and again, chasing their release.

She whines at his words, the soft begging for her to find release. His mouth on her skin, hips meeting hers and it’s just so perfect, everything she feels welling up inside of her and—

With a gasp of his name, Alice breaks, her body clenching tight, muscles trembling, hands and knees shaking—she buries her fingers in his hair again, dragging him into a kiss to drown out her moans.

The euphoria of release pulsates through her, as she hangs onto Jasper like a lifeline, her soft noises lost to his mouth.

A few more thrusts, riding the wave of her release, and he follows, moaning into their kiss, his hips snapping to hers.

He trembles against her, with her, clutching her as she clutched his, trading kisses in the after.

Eventually he sighs happily, resting his forehead against hers.

“Sorry. That was longer than five minutes,” he says with a laugh, pressing another kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I just - needed you, all of a sudden.”

She laughs, chasing his lips for another kiss as she pushes his hair out of his face. “I’m not complaining.”

Alice rubs her nose against his cheek, her smile soft and satisfied. “I like it when you need me.”

“I know you do,” Jasper says with a smirk before kissing her soft and satisfied smile.

He rolls off her of then, sprawling beside her on the bed.

Not that he keeps his hands off of her for very long, immediately drawing her into his arms, against his chest. He kisses the top of her head.

“I love you. You’ll get tired of me saying it eventually but I love you.”

“Never,” Alice shakes her head, her cheek pillowed on his chest. She traces a scar at his side with a delicate fingertip, contemplative for a moment. “I’ll never get tired of it. A thousand and ten years from now, you’ll say it and it’ll still feel like the first time.”

She knows not to make empty promises—but she’s confident about this. There’s no possible way she’ll ever grow tired of hearing those words from him. That the words will only grow stronger in time.

“I love you,” Alice whispers, lifting her head to look at him. “More than anything else on this planet. More than clothes and that should be telling.”

“More than clothes?” Jasper exclaims playfully, teasingly. “Well, golly, now I know you love me.”

He finds her hand, entwining their fingers together and brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing her fingers gently.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you - and, oh, I love you.”

He may say so lightheartedly but he means it with every fiber of his being, and she knows it too. He’s never been afraid to share his feelings with her, and he can feel her love for him so clearly too.

Her smile hurts her cheeks with how wide it blooms. The proclamations of love, and more so, the way his emotions fill her heart.

She loves him, so much. And she truly will never tire of hearing it.

Her fingers linger against his lips, twisted as they are around his. She leans forward, kissing him softly, sweetly, her smile softening against his mouth.

“I love you,” Alice whispers and it sounds like a promise. Then, her smile grows wide again. “Can I give you your present now?”

“Yes,” he says, chasing her mouth for another kiss before she slips out of his arms.

He just wants one more, and maybe another.

His mouth barely leaves hers before he pulls her into another kiss and another.

"I'll be back in five seconds," Alice promises, the words muffled against his mouth. One more press of her lips against his and then she's up in a flash.

She darts to their suitcases, rummaging around in one of them until she comes out with a small black box in her hands, and then she's diving back into the bed, sitting with her legs folded under her, knees pressing gently against Jasper's side.

There's no feeling the need to cover up, not anymore, content to be bared before him in their afterglow, her hair a mess, her eyes bright. A year ago, she would have wrapped herself in a robe immediately. She gives a little shrug and thrusts the black box at him.

Inside is one of Rolex's newest watches--the newest model of their 1945 Dateline watch models, where the date changes itself automatically. A pinnacle in human watchmaking. Not to mention, it's a very handsome watch, with its golden, interlocked wristband.

"I thought it would look nice on you," Alice offers, before he's had a chance to even open it. "I hope you like it."

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Jasper first has to kiss her again before he opens the box. He leans forward, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

He’d followed her progress to the bag, watched the sway of her hips, and then had been taken in by her bright eyed, messy haired look as she slipped back into bed.

She’s too beautiful not to kiss, truly.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against her lips, before he’s even opened the gift, as she presses it into his hands.

He hadn’t been kidding before when he’d said she was his present. She really is a gift to him. One he sometimes wrestles with in wondering if he deserves or not, but his best and most treasured, surely.

He opens the box then, finding the handsome watch inside.

“It’s - Alice, this is really nice.” He pulls the watch from the box, rubbing his thumb across its face, along the fine edge of it. She always buys him such nice things and yet this seems even more so. “It’s - Thank you.”

She knew he’d like it. She saw this happening the moment she laid eyes on the watch and made the decision to buy it. Her visions seem clearer, faster and more certain, with Jasper around.

It makes sense, she supposes, with how intertwined their futures are now.

But still—Alice has felt nervous handing the watch over to him. She’s not omnipotent, he may have not liked it. Her answering smile is slower, a little wobbly, as she shakes herself out of her needless worry.

“Good,” Alice murmurs, taking the watch from him so she can fasten it on his left wrist, turning his arm so she can admire how it looks on him. “It’s perfect on you. Suits you. I love you, so much.”

The last words are a rush, as if they weren’t meant to be said then. As if they’d tumbled out on their own. She pushes herself forward, her hand at the base of his throat to steady herself, and she kisses him again.

“I love you too,” he whispers against her lips after another shared kiss.

And then he sits back to look at the watch again. It really is a handsome piece and probably the most expensive thing he’s ever own or been gifted, knowing Alice.

He feels -

Well. He doesn’t know how he feels. It’s a little weird, not being able to name an emotion. Only that it’s a good one, mixed in with a lot of love.

He’s definitely going to cherish the gift.

“I’ll be sure to take it off before we hunt, so it doesn’t get ruined.”

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“I’m glad you like it.” Alice smiles, biting her bottom lip as she watches him look it over.

It was silly to be nervous. Sometimes, he still makes her nervous, in the best way.

He looks so beautiful and handsome—he always does, but with sex-tousled hair and surrounded by messed up sheets, she knows it’s special. That only she gets to see him like this.

He takes words from her. She just stares at him, speechless, her heart full.

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