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keptherwaiting) wrote2020-09-04 10:58 am
keptherwaiting) wrote2020-09-04 10:58 am
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.
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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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.
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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.