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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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.

Jasper peers up at her from beneath that curtain of sex-tousled curls when he feels her looking, and laughs under the weight of her stare.

He brushes back his hair.

“ - What? You keep statin’ at me like that, darlin’, and we’re going to have to go another round,” he teases, leaning forward to kiss her again.

“I love the watch. Thank you.”

“I just—“ Alice shakes her head, reaching out for him. Her fingers curl around his shoulder, tugging him forward so she can kiss him.

“I just love you,” she mumbles against his mouth, her fingers sliding into his hair, tangling with the strands. “I’m just so happy I get to spend my life with you.”

“Oh, Alice.”

She’s getting emotional, and he is too.

He pulls her into his lap and then cups her cheeks as kisses her, a brush of lips against lips, and another kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers, “And I’m so happy to be spendin’ my life with you.”

“How can one year feel so perfect?” She laughs, a cross between helpless and self-deprecating. “How did one minute?”

Lifting a hand from his hair, Alice instead twists her fingers around his at her cheek, holding his hand as she kisses him again, and again, and again—just quick, pecks across the span of his face and mouth.

He’s grinning under all her kisses. He’s so happy, almost unbelievably so.

It really has been a perfect year.

“You’re my one, and I’m yours, and that just makes everything perfect.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip again, to keep it from wobbling. She’s so happy, she feels like she could be crying.

That’s never made sense to her—as someone who can’t cry, why would you cry when happy? Yet, the feeling is there.

Taking his hand from her cheek, Alice presses kisses against his fingertips, the backs of his fingers, his palm. She could map him out blindly after all the time she’s spent memorizing him. Yet, she still does it—commits each inch of him to her mind.

“I love you,” she whispers again, her lips barely moving against his fingers, her teeth nipping the tip of his thumb just barely.

“I feel it too, y’know,” he whispers, kissing her forehead as she nips at his thumb. “Not just that you feel that way, but - I’m happy too. Overwhelmingly. I’d cry too, if I could. I love you so much.”

“My life was relatively easy, before you,” Alice kisses his thumb again, to make up for the nip. “I didn’t hurt much, and I was happy. But something was always missing.

“I’d get a vision of you and this overwhelming ache would press on me. Like I couldn’t breathe without you near me. The vision would end and life would go on as normal for a while, until the next.” She’s looking at their hands, twisting and untwisting their fingers as she speaks. “Heartache, Adelaide told me. I didn’t know. It feels...almost the same as when I look at you now, here. Like it hurts to love you this much. But a good hurt.”

She shrugs, rolling her eyes at herself. “It’s silly. But I worry—that I’m gonna overwhelm you with how much I feel. I know I feel a lot...I don’t know how to do anything by half-measure, I guess.”

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