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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“Alice - “

Jasper groans softly - that claim of hers definitely does turn him on - and he rubs himself against her.

He bites at her neck, not hard enough to break her skin and scar her, but with pressure - just enough. He licks the same spot a moment later, dragging his tongue slowly across her skin.

The pressure of his teeth at her neck drags a long whine out of her, a shiver that wracks her entire body.

Then his tongue, tracing where his teeth had been, painting across her skin. Her fingers twitch at his sides, digging in and then releasing.

“Only yours,” Alice whispers again, a desperate quality coloring her voice as she babbles, “I never wanted to be anyone else’s, just yours—“

“Oh God,” he groans again, rubbing himself against her once more.

He wants to just take her again, right then and there, and yet he wants to taste her more.

His gaze is dark and hungry as he decides and moves, picking her up and sitting her at the foot of the bed where he kneels before her.

“And I want you,” he murmurs, nipping at her thighs as he spreads her legs wide for him. “Only you.”

“Fuck,” Alice groans, her fingers pushing through Jasper’s curls. She feels so debauched when he holds her legs open like that.

She loves it. She loves him.

His decision plays out in her mind—a vision sparked by the moment he moved. Her, undone by his mouth; something she never grows tired of.

Her hips jerk on their own accord and she growls softly at the nips he leaves on her thighs. If it could beat, she thinks her heart would hammer out of her chest with how much she needs him, wants him, loves him, the feelings not at all tempered by their previous lovemaking twice before.

Always, she wants him. He’s hers, and she’s his.

That little growl again -

He growls in return as he pulls her legs over his shoulder, not wasting another moment of putting his mouth to her.

He has her practically on the edge of the bed, held up more so by his shoulders and hands at her hips than anything, as he licks and sucks at her.

And it’s too good. He loves doing this to her.

He quickly loses himself in the taste and scent of her, the touch of her hands in his hair and the closeness of her.

He can never get enough of this.

Her fingers twist into the blankets tousled at the end of the bed, her head falling back as he pulls her forward, balances her in his hands.

He’s too good at this, Alice thinks as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. He has her panting and whining, moaning above him in record time, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.

“Christ,” Alice hisses, another ragged noise leaving her. “God, Jasper—“

Jasper moans, a pleased sound when he has her whining and moaning above him, and he pulls her closer still.

He truly enjoys doing this to her, turned on himself by the feelings coursing through her and how vocal she gets as he works her with just his mouth, stroking that desire in her with each drag of his tongue.

His gaze darts upward as he pulls away just enough to watch her with her head thrown back as he gently laps at her.

She’s so beautiful - exquisite like this, and he’s the only one who gets to see her in these moments. The only one who ever will.

He feels that possessiveness again, and he moans, a low growl, as he buries his face between her legs once more with a renewed fervor.

He really doesn’t know what’s come over him today, but so long as she seems okay by it -

Her knee knocks against his head, her legs wavering as his moan and growl reverberate through her. Absently, she pats his hair in a vague effort to apologize even as her other hand shreds through the blanket she clutches.

“Jasper,” Alice whimpers, begging, pleading, for something she can’t put into words. More? Less? It’s overwhelming her, how quick he’s dragged her to the edge, how easily he plays her body.

She’s halfway to reaching for him, to dragging him up when that fire in her snaps, faster than expected, catching her by surprise. Her hand clutches his shoulder as she curls inward, his name and curses tumbling from her lips in a rushed hiss.

He’d been starting to laugh when she knocked him in the head with her knee, her pat on his head in apology, and then suddenly she’s there, curling around him and hissing.

God, and if it doesn’t hit him too. He can feel it so strongly, the waves of her pleasure as she breaks above and around him.

He doesn’t back away though, pulling her impossibly closer instead, off the bed completely now, as he continues to lap at her with another moan. He’ll see her through it, riding each wave with her, with his mouth on her and his tongue in her still.

“Fuck, oh, God—“ Alice babbles brokenly, because he’s still there, still cradling her hips against his mouth as pleasure courses through her.

The heels of her hands press against her eyes, starbursts behind the lids, trembling, shaking. It’s so much, too much, and just right.

Of course she’s his—no one else would make her feel this way, no one ever could, because they’d not love her as strongly as he loves her.

With her lower half still suspended in the air by his hold, she lets her upper half fall against the mattress, gasping for air. Feebly, she bats at his head gently, reaching only the air near him, fingers grasping.

“Stop, oh God, Jasper, stop, it’s too much.” Alice whines, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.

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Only then does he pull away, at her whine.

He lowers her gently back to the bed, licking at his lips, as he takes in her disheveled state, her hair fanned out on torn sheets, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, the tremble of her limbs.

She’s spent, and gloriously so.

“God, Alice,” his voice is hoarse as he crawls up beside her.

He’s almost afraid to touch her, she’s so sensitive, and so he palms himself instead, stroking to relieve the heavy ache of his own desire.

“That was - You are so - God, I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too,” Alice murmurs, turning to look at him as he crawls up beside her. Her voice is shaky, as shaky as her limbs, aftershocks still running through her.

She shuts her eyes, focusing on catching her breath, because by God, she wants to be the one stroking him and she needs it, needs to get herself right so she can do so.

“C’mere,” Alice growls, grabbing Jasper’s shoulder to tug him against her, to kiss the taste of herself off his lips. Her hips stutter against him, and she whimpers at the contact, still overly sensitive.

Snaking between them as she kisses him, she wraps her small hand around his length, stroking him softly, unwilling to break the kiss just yet.

Jasper gasps into the kiss at her growl and shudders at the first touch of her hand to him.

She’s so -

“Incredible,” he murmurs against her lips.

He deepens the kiss then with a soft moan, rocking his hips into her hand. He’s not going to last very long, not with the way she came, with that growl of hers. He’s so far gone on her already.

She pauses long enough to roll him into his back and kiss him quickly before settling herself between his legs.

Her hand wraps around him again as her tongue darts out to taste him, groaning at the contact. Then, she lowers her mouth to encompass him, pushing herself as far down as she can.

If he’s not going to last long, she’s going to make it worth it.

“Oh, God. Fuck, Alice,” he whimpers as she takes him in her mouth, and he has to press his hips back into the mattress to keep from bucking into her mouth wildly.

His hands drift to her head, fingers curling in her hair, as he gives a low moan.

He blinks back stars to watch her, her mouth curved around him, taking as much of him in as she can.

“God, Alice - Please. Please.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for - or begging for, truly. Her? Release? Definitely her, always her. And release too.

His hips jerk upward, just a little, and his fingers tighten in her hair.

The jerk of his hips chokes her a little—but it just makes smile around him, her laugh muffled by the weight of him on her tongue.

Slowly, Alice drags her mouth up, her tongue swirling around the tip of him before descending once more. Her pace quickens now, with his desperation, bobbing her head up and down, swallowing him down.

“Sorry,” he gasps when he accidentally chokes her but then she’s laughing.

And then she’s bobbing her head, taking him swiftly, confidently, and Jasper can’t -

He can’t hold off any longer.

Doesn’t want to.

“Alice,” he gasps, warns, fingers tightening in her hair again.

It’s too good.

She’s too good to him, for him, and he can’t believe she’s all his.

He cries out, a curse and a dry sob as he breaks.

“Oh, God. Oh shit, darlin’. I love you - Oh, I love you, Alice. Fuck.”

She keeps her lips sealed around him, riding out his orgasm with him, her tongue painting patterns across his flesh.

Enjoying every second of this, the feel of him, the taste and smell of him—Alice can’t get enough of it.

He makes her so happy, he makes her feel complete, like she belongs somewhere. She loves him, so much.

With her mouth otherwise occupied, she pushes that love toward him in a wave of emotion, to make sure he knows her reply.

Jasper covers his eyes with his arm, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

He’d certainly be blushing now if he could, overwhelmed by the love he feels from her, as she continues to take him, at her lips wrapped around him and her tongue on him still.

“Alice - “

His other hand reaches for her, patting at her head, her shoulder.

He draws out her name again in a low whine, a groan.

Pulling off of him, Alice kisses her way back up his body until she can lay across him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

Her fingers trace scars at his neck, and she hums, content.

“You okay?” There’s a giggle in her voice as she picks her head up to look at him.

“Never been better,” Jasper drawls, the words slow like the drip of honey or molasses, eyes closed against the stars and spots that still dance across his vision.

His breathing, heavy at first, still coming down from the height of his pleasure, evens out finally and he turns into her embrace, blinking.

His smile is as slow as his drawl.

“Hi, beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out with a hand to trace her lips with his fingertips.

“Hey, handsome,” her smile stretches beneath his fingertips, soft and sweet.

God, she loves him. How many times does she think that? Say it? Not enough.

Kissing his fingertips, Alice then takes his wrist and moves his hand so he’s cupping her cheek and she can lean into the touch.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs, looking down at the pretty picture he paints—half lidded eyes and blonde curls tousled against the pillows. The strong lines of his neck and shoulders, the shape of his nose. She loves it all.

Jasper stretches out beside her, utterly content and relaxed, limbs loose.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

His gaze is full of the love he feels for her as he stares at her.

Just looking at her could make his heart speed up. Her delicate features, the wideness of her eyes, her perfect nose and mouth, those dark locks of hers tousled from his fingers.

He’ll never tire of looking at her, he thinks. She really is perfect, to him.

“Well, aren’t we just the luckiest pair, then? Two absolutely perfect, beautiful people, together.” Alice giggles, ducking her head to kiss his cheek.

Laying her head on his shoulder again, she closes her eyes, basking in the quiet and the rise and fall of his chest under her.

Not for the first time, she wishes she could sleep—just so she could fall asleep here, on him, safe and sound.

“I love you,” Alice whispers, her voice soft and small as she turns her head to press a kiss against his shoulder.

“I love you too,” as he cuddles her close, tucking her head under his chin.

Picking up on her content, and the desire for quiet, he runs his fingers along her back, calm and soothing. A lullaby of a touch, truly.

He breathes softly, in sync with her, and everything is utterly perfect.

She’s right: They are the luckiest pair.

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