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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Jasper smiles softly. “You are ridiculously adorable,” he says, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

He loves her and she loves him and that’s what he clings to for the next few moments.

A true love, as she says. Theirs is so strong, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything stronger.

“I don’t feel caged by you,” he adds after another moment of attempting to sort through her words and thoughts and feelings. “And I trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.

“I don’t know what else I can promise you other than my love, my trust in you, and that I promise to never hurt you intentionally, though. And I don’t know how else to reassure you about the rest because - I don’t know what we’ll face in the future.

“You may, with your visions, but I just - We can’t promise to never get mad at each other or be stupid about something. At least, I can’t. I’m moody as Hell, darlin’,” he adds with with a twist of his lips, his own attempt to lighten the mood again.

She’s listening—really, she is—but that twist of his lips floods her with a sudden need to kiss him again.

“I know,” Alice whispers, shrugging the blanket off as she inches closer to him, her fingers light on his chin, moving his head so she can press her lips against his. A soft press, then a longer, deeper one.

A whiny noise leaves her when she presses her forehead against his, her words breathless. “I’m really not worried about you hurting me—you probably never will, with how protective you are. It’s me I’m worried about—I’m a mess, erratic at best. I just worry you’ll be caught in the flow of it all.

“I love you, so much,” Alice mumbles, dragging her lips across his cheek, jaw. “And I want forever with you.”

“Honey, I‘ve been caught in the flow of it already,” Jasper says with something of a laugh, following her kisses with his own.

“That first day, I was so overwhelmed by you. That night too, and days following. Maybe it won’t always be the good kind, but I’m here for it all. Not just your good moods. Like you‘re there for me.”

That said, he sweeps her up into his arms and has her back pressing into the bed as he covers her body with his and kisses her more soundly.

“I love you.”

“Jasper,” Alice whispers, her hands framing his face again, her voice soft but intense, as she implores for him to listen. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I know I‘ve said it before, but I need you to know I mean it.”

She slides her hands to his shoulders, swinging her leg over his hip so she can overbalance him and reverse their positions. Settling on his lap, Alice presses her forehead against Jasper’s.

“You are,” she drops a kiss to his cheek, then the other, her mouth trailing down his jaw. “The best part of my life.”

Jasper is listening, and he takes the words to heart. She means them, and he feels that heartache that they’d been talking about earlier at her sincerity. This though only because his heart feels so full and like it could burst.

“Alice - “

Something like a sob leaves him.

God, she makes him into an emotional mess with how much he feels for her, but he doesn’t care.

He cups her face, pulling her lips to his again in a kiss, pouring all the love he feels into it and her.

Shuddering under his hands, Alice makes a sob-like noise of her own. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders under the onslaught of his emotion, trembling at the intensity.

An intensity she feels from within—mirrored by his. Her love, his love, it all swirls together and threatens to overwhelm her.

“I love you,” she sighs, her words muffled and scattered across his lips. She repeats the words, over and over again, her fingers stroking his cheeks, pushing into his hair, slipping down his neck. “God-Jasper—you—“

A helpless laugh leaves her as her words fail her and Alice kisses him again instead.

Jasper follows her helpless laugh with one of his own as he props himself up on his elbows to kiss her back.

He just loves her so much, and their love makes him so happy.

Any nervousness or panic he’d felt moments ago as they talked fade as his lips slide against hers and he just basks in their feelings of the moment.

He then nips at her bottom lip - “Love you too.” - and follows it with the press of a more gentle kiss.

After a long moment, she breaks the kiss. Alice tucks her head against his neck, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in a hug.

She wishes she could come up with more words to explain how much she loves him. The three little words aren’t enough.

Trailing her lips down his neck, Alice nips at his shoulder, soothing immediately with a swipe of her tongue.

She doesn’t need to say it, though Jasper loves to hear it. Her feelings and her actions, from her lips on him to the tokens she gifts him with, are more than enough to convey it.

He nuzzles his face against her neck and breathes in deeply. She always smells so good to him. That scent of hers can calm him instantly, turn him into a puddle, or just as quickly turn him on, much like it does now.

He sometimes wonders if it’s too much, how much he wants her at times, always eager and always ready. How he can be perfectly content and then just need her in the next moment. It’s like the hunger for blood, but this burning is not limited to an acid coating his throat, rather more like a raging fire that burns through every limb, starting in his chest and erupting outward.

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His desire floods her in turn, and she hides a muffled moan in his neck, her hands sliding to the mattress, bracing herself over him.

“You,” Alice murmurs, a growl in her voice, her words punctuated by kisses against his throat. “Are the only man I ever want—remember that.”

Her hips shift against his, teasing as her own lust flares brightly.

Jasper growls at that, and he suddenly has her against the bed again, spreading her legs wide as he presses into her so slowly. Slowly enough that they both feel every moment of the exquisite stretch and drag of him inside of her.

He hates the thought of her of being with any other, hates that he thought of it even for a single second and offered to stand aside if that’s what she wanted.

He doesn’t want that, ever. It’d kill him if she ever walked away from him, or ever looked anywhere else for this.

A thought he echoes out loud, in a rush, a ramble:

“Please don’t ever leave me, or kill me first. God, Alice. I love you. I love you so much.”

At the press of him inside of her, Alice whines, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

Then his words, coupled with the slow drag of him that makes her legs tremble. His words, possessive and needy and she feels just the same.

“Never,” she promises. “Never—I’m yours, God, Jasper—“

He’s never felt so possessive before, and yet -

He growls again as he sits back and pulls her down on him the rest of the way, filling her so completely.

Another growl too as he wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto her hips. As he gets up on his knees, pressing them into the mattress, to raise her up and off him, until he’s just inside of her and then brings her back down on him again.

“And I’m yours,” he pants against her mouth, repeating the movement again and again, the bed groaning under them.

His limbs tremble, not at the weight as she’s too light for that, just weightless in his arm, or the exertion of the movements, but at the stretch of her around him, at how she clings to him, at the feelings shared between them.

“I’m all yours, darlin’. You’re the only one I want.”

The way he moves her, picks her up and positions her, takes full control of their movements—it floods her with a new sort of heat. Makes her tremble around him with need and want.

If you’d asked her a year ago what she’d thought of possessiveness, she’d probably have frowned. But here, now, with Jasper claiming her as his and him as hers in their shared bed—well, it flames that new heat.

“Good—“ Alice growls, her words more of a sob than anything else as he lifts her, teases her with being barely inside of her, before sliding home again. Her fingers find their way into his hair, tugging his head back so she can kiss him hard, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as she whimpers into his mouth.

Her answering growl is perhaps the sexiest and sweetest thing that Jasper has ever heard. He almost finishes right then and there.

“Oh God, Alice.”

He presses into her, his whole body plastered against her as he buries his face in her neck, trying not to let this end so soon.

He trembles as he holds her, her scent overwhelming him too, but he takes a few deep breaths of it to calm down.

Another moment, another breath, and then he’s moving her over him again, riding her against him, her name falling from his lips once more.

“Alice, baby, darlin’ - Jesus.”

In their pause, she kisses his ear, below it, tongue tracing the outer shell as he regains his control. She’s almost sad he didn’t finish then—the heady feeling of wielding that much power over him is intoxicating.

And then he’s moving again, lifting her and pulling her back down onto him, her thighs quaking as he drags inside of her and all thought is driven from her mind. Her hands cup his face again, dragging his head back once more so she can kiss him, trace the shape of his lips and recess of his mouth with her tongue, letting him swallow the noises and whines that leave her.

“You wanted me to finish then, huh?” he asks in a whisper when he breaks the kiss, having picked up on her slight disappointment.

He nips at her lips even as he still guides her on and over him, dragging those moans and whimpers from her, wanting to hear them.

“I wanted to. That growl of yours, darlin’ - God.”

He adjusts his grip and has her against a wall in a blink, pressing her to it as he thrusts into her gently. His presses one palm against the wall beside her head as he loops his other arm around her.

“Do it again,” he pants into her mouth. “Tell me you’re mine. That I’m yours.”

The new position, pressed between a wall and him—she scrabbles at his shoulders and neck, her legs locking around his waist.

It takes her a minute, to process his request, lost in a fog of need and want and absolute pleasure dancing up her spine.

“Mine,” Alice growls again, moving to take his chin in hand, to make sure he’s looking at her. “You are mine.”

A lamp gets knocked to the floor as he suddenly sets her on the nearby desk, his gaze never leaving hers as he moves in her hard and fast.

“God, yes. Yours, only yours,” he promises, the words as desperate as his movements.

The furniture groans under them, only drowned out by their pants and moans and their bodies moving against and into each other.

“And you’re mine, right? Only mine.”

“—fuck—“ Alice gasps as he sets her back down, his hard thrusts driving her nearly wild.

“Yes, yes, God, just yours,” she groans, her foot pressing into the small of his back. Each thrust forces the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping and wanting, never wanting this to stop.

The desk is nice and sturdy, and yet the legs threaten to snap under the force of their love-making.

Jasper is just - hungry for her? Her growls and assurances have driven him crazy with desire, needing her so desperately. To physically assure them both that they belong together.

He has to have her on every surface of the room. Which he says as much when he pulls her up again and into his arms.

A blink, and he has her against the low dresser on the other side of the room, her palms set against the flat top as he presses into her from behind.

Still just as hard and fast, though his hand sneaks to her front, finding her center to coax her to release.

“I love you,” he gasps, panting, and the dresser bangs into the wall with some particularly well-aimed thrusts, his fingers working her insistently. “I love you so much.”

“Fuck—“ Alice drops her head to her hands on the table, arching herself back into him, her legs trembling so hard she can barely stay standing.

She’s overwhelmed. By him, their feelings and desires, by his fingers playing her like an instrument. Wildly, it reminds her she hasn’t picked up a violin in years and a half-sob, half-giggle falls from her lips as she pants open mouthed against the wood.

Her fingers tighten, grappling at the edge of the table, cracking the wood with her strength. The strength she so often hides behind daintiness and glamor, that lurks beneath her skin. Curses tumble forth faster now, and then—

—her knees buckle, the fact she’s leaning so heavily on the table being the only thing keeping her from face planting onto the floor as she comes. His name a whine, a gasping sob as she shakes around him, tightening all at once, everywhere. It hits her like a freight train, desperate scrambling at the table, nails scratching deep into the varnish as she cries out.

“Oh God,” Jasper groans, catching her too as her knees buckle and she breaks around him.

He follows her not even a second later, pulled in by the waves of pleasure cascading through her, the tightness of her body. He curls over her as his hips snap into hers one final time, crying out loudly.

And then they’re both curled over the top of the dresser together, breathing heavily, him pressed to her back.

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing the nape of her neck when he finds his voice again.

He’s much slower to move. He wants to stay pressed close to her a moment longer.

Her hand moves to his hip, thumb running circles against his skin as she trembles under him, aftershocks roiling through her.

Her mouth feels oddly dry and she wets her lips with her tongue as slowly the world comes back into focus around her.

Alice smiles against her shoulder, her hand squeezing his hip. “I love you, too.”

He sighs, happy and sated and so in love with her. He kisses the back of her neck again, her shoulder. He can’t stop.

He drags his nose along her spine, into her hair, breathing her in deeply.

“Okay?” he asks. He knows she is but he always feels compelled to ask when he gets a little more handsy with her like that during sex.

She seems so fragile and yet the strength is definitely there.

His hand covers her on the dresser, and his fingers drift to the dents and scratches left in the wood.

They’ll be paying for that, of course.

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