[TW] - Something about Alice (A/J!)
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Alice&Jasper
Title: Something about Alice.
Rating: G
Word Count: 675 words
Summary: There is something about the way she talks, something about the way she moves, or the way she dances around him. There is something about her. Small preCullen Jazz/Alice moment.
Note I: Big big thanks and hugs to Kisu (kisuvampyr) for taking a look at it <3
Note II: This one is for Irene (imaweshum)! Happy birthday, hon <3!! I hope you like it, I tried my best! (didn't turn out like in my head, but i hope it's not that bad and makes a decent present <3!)
There is something about the way she talks, something about the way she moves, or the way she dances around him. There is something about her. Maybe it is her scent, that sweet fresh aroma that goes all through his nostrils to the bottom of his dead heart. Or it could be the tiny sounds she makes when she snuggles into him. Maybe it is everything or nothing at all. Only her. Tiny hopeful Alice.
He closes his eyes, his head falling backwards on the couch, resting for some minutes. He can’t sleep, but this is the closest he’ll ever be to it. He can feel her dancing around, she never explains why she does that and he never dares to ask neither. He can feel her calmness, her sweet love going through every move she does. There’s so much to feel. He loves feeling her. He knows himself as another man when he does that. She’s the light in his black existence. Maybe she’s more.
There’s something he doesn’t understand. The air she breaths is filled with anxiety, unequivocally nervous about something he doesn’t know about. Or something he does but he much prefers not to talk about. Not yet.
He senses her as she approaches him, silent, dancing like always, the little ballerina she likes pretending she is. She cradles in his lap, and kisses his neck. He shivers at the touch.
“Do you think it’s safe here?” he asks. His voice sounds too strong and rough in the pacific room, like if he was breaking the fairly atmosphere they had. He doesn’t add ‘…for the humans,’ she already knows.
“I trust you,” she whispers at the skin in his jaw-line and then kisses him childish, while she searches for his hands. Their fingers entwine and he feels there’s not better place for them to be. She feels so soft at his arms that he wonders if they are still like solid rock, or if she at least is. Maybe she is just a dream and he’ll find himself back with Maria when he opens his eyes. He keeps them closed.
He sighs at the feelings that come from her. He doesn’t feel like himself anymore, with her so close, so inside him in many ways he can’t even start to understand. Her uneasiness is stronger now, and she plays with their fingers, a shy smile spreading through her face, that he can not see but is aware of anyway.
He opens his eyes and feels complete when she doesn’t vanish from his arms. She’s still there, pretty much alive, loving him like he should have never been loved. She kisses him softly, picking at his warm eyes. Tender. That is how she makes him feel; warm and alive. He opens his mouth to speak, but she stiffens in his laps, her eyes closing almost in pain. He brought her hands into his own faster than human speed.
“What are you seeing, Alice?” he ask softly. His voice doesn’t feel that strange this time. Both of them have been expecting it.
“You…” her expression softness and she’s smiling again, “and me.” He nods, and though she can’t see him, she knows he is there, listening. “I say yes…” she mutters.
His mouth has the shape of an ‘o’ when she opens her eyes. He wants to say something, anything, maybe ask what he had just been about to say. But there’s no need for it. Instead, he kisses her.
“I love you,” she whispers when they broke contact.
“I want to be yours for you to be mine.”
She hugs him, letting her head rest in his chest. Breathing is something he does out of custom, but she likes to feel the way his body moves under her own. So does he. They stay still there, sleeping without so. There is no rush, only one way headed in front. Night walks his way to them in the little motel room and finds them together, daydreaming about eternity. Jasper and Alice. Husband and wife.
Characters: Alice&Jasper
Title: Something about Alice.
Rating: G
Word Count: 675 words
Summary: There is something about the way she talks, something about the way she moves, or the way she dances around him. There is something about her. Small preCullen Jazz/Alice moment.
Note I: Big big thanks and hugs to Kisu (kisuvampyr) for taking a look at it <3
Note II: This one is for Irene (imaweshum)! Happy birthday, hon <3!! I hope you like it, I tried my best! (didn't turn out like in my head, but i hope it's not that bad and makes a decent present <3!)
There is something about the way she talks, something about the way she moves, or the way she dances around him. There is something about her. Maybe it is her scent, that sweet fresh aroma that goes all through his nostrils to the bottom of his dead heart. Or it could be the tiny sounds she makes when she snuggles into him. Maybe it is everything or nothing at all. Only her. Tiny hopeful Alice.
He closes his eyes, his head falling backwards on the couch, resting for some minutes. He can’t sleep, but this is the closest he’ll ever be to it. He can feel her dancing around, she never explains why she does that and he never dares to ask neither. He can feel her calmness, her sweet love going through every move she does. There’s so much to feel. He loves feeling her. He knows himself as another man when he does that. She’s the light in his black existence. Maybe she’s more.
There’s something he doesn’t understand. The air she breaths is filled with anxiety, unequivocally nervous about something he doesn’t know about. Or something he does but he much prefers not to talk about. Not yet.
He senses her as she approaches him, silent, dancing like always, the little ballerina she likes pretending she is. She cradles in his lap, and kisses his neck. He shivers at the touch.
“Do you think it’s safe here?” he asks. His voice sounds too strong and rough in the pacific room, like if he was breaking the fairly atmosphere they had. He doesn’t add ‘…for the humans,’ she already knows.
“I trust you,” she whispers at the skin in his jaw-line and then kisses him childish, while she searches for his hands. Their fingers entwine and he feels there’s not better place for them to be. She feels so soft at his arms that he wonders if they are still like solid rock, or if she at least is. Maybe she is just a dream and he’ll find himself back with Maria when he opens his eyes. He keeps them closed.
He sighs at the feelings that come from her. He doesn’t feel like himself anymore, with her so close, so inside him in many ways he can’t even start to understand. Her uneasiness is stronger now, and she plays with their fingers, a shy smile spreading through her face, that he can not see but is aware of anyway.
He opens his eyes and feels complete when she doesn’t vanish from his arms. She’s still there, pretty much alive, loving him like he should have never been loved. She kisses him softly, picking at his warm eyes. Tender. That is how she makes him feel; warm and alive. He opens his mouth to speak, but she stiffens in his laps, her eyes closing almost in pain. He brought her hands into his own faster than human speed.
“What are you seeing, Alice?” he ask softly. His voice doesn’t feel that strange this time. Both of them have been expecting it.
“You…” her expression softness and she’s smiling again, “and me.” He nods, and though she can’t see him, she knows he is there, listening. “I say yes…” she mutters.
His mouth has the shape of an ‘o’ when she opens her eyes. He wants to say something, anything, maybe ask what he had just been about to say. But there’s no need for it. Instead, he kisses her.
“I love you,” she whispers when they broke contact.
“I want to be yours for you to be mine.”
She hugs him, letting her head rest in his chest. Breathing is something he does out of custom, but she likes to feel the way his body moves under her own. So does he. They stay still there, sleeping without so. There is no rush, only one way headed in front. Night walks his way to them in the little motel room and finds them together, daydreaming about eternity. Jasper and Alice. Husband and wife.