gift_a_muse
Muse: Alice Cullen
Fandom: Twilight
Gift Recipient: Jasper Hale
Prompt: 2.1.B - Wax
Notes: Piece co-written with i_alreadyknow and i_felthope.
Their room was lit up despite the only source of illumination being something so small as a candle. The sheer number of candles made the light almost seem artificial, far from natural. She wore one of his favorite corset's with a choker, thigh high stockings and garters. Alice picked up one of the candles and carried it over to the bed. Jasper was laid out on the bed, his wrists bound above his head by a silken ribbon that he could easily slip out of if he wanted to. The mattress gave as she climbed atop him, straddling him with a knee on either side. She could always tell when Jasper wanted this, to feel pain. He never had to say anything. Alice just knew.
She didn't have to say anything. Her look exposed all of her love for him, all of her understanding. There need not be excuses for such an intimate necessity. She loved that he wanted and needed it. And somewhere deep inside, she craved meeting that need. "Just a drop." Her voice lilted above the quiet background of a solo Mozart piano solo. Tilting the candle, a drop of the melted wax fell to the hollow of Jasper's throat.
He closed his eyes, flinching when the hot wax hit his skin then swallowed hard and opened his eyes to look up at Alice. Jasper had spent a hundred years equating love with pain and with fighting. It wasn't something that went away over night. He wasn't sure it was something that would ever go away. This kind of pain wasn't something caused without attention or premeditation. That attention, care to detail and planning bespoke of love to him as well. He tugged at the ribbons, knowing he could break it if he wanted to and bit down on his bottom lip. Moments like this were almost healing to Jasper. Alice made this alright. She made all the darker sides of him, the sides that Maria had carved so meticulously, acceptable, even desirable.
"More," he said in a gruff whisper, his voice catching slightly, almost hesitant. Despite everything there were times Jasper expected Alice to turn around and walk away. This was always one of those times.
There wasn't anything in this world that could tear her away though. She had reached that connective point from day one... from before day one, before he had even known she existed. A corner of her lips tugged in an almost innocent smile in contrast to the intentionally wicked dribble of wax down the length of his sternum. "Do call me a merciful benefactress, if you will."
Jasper half growled-half moaned almost before the wax hit his skin. He arched up into it rather than pulling back away, watching Alice with a predatory stare. "You are a merciful goddess," he whispered.
"Well, Goddess is a stretch but I'll take it." Alice spoke, her voice a light and airy sonata compared to the deep growl coming from her mate. She reached down trace her fingers jthrough the now lukewarm wax over his skin. There was only a little left in the candle she held, although she was more than willing to go get a new candle out of the numerous ones spread out over the room. She tipped the pillar and spilled the bit of wax over his lower torso. "And now? Now what am I, Jasper?"
With a flick of his wrists, Jasper ripped the ribbons to shreds. He reached up and grabbed Alice's wrists, flipping her to her back. "Mine," he growled low in his throat as he pressed her mouth to hers.
Fandom: Twilight
Gift Recipient: Jasper Hale
Prompt: 2.1.B - Wax
Notes: Piece co-written with i_alreadyknow and i_felthope.
Their room was lit up despite the only source of illumination being something so small as a candle. The sheer number of candles made the light almost seem artificial, far from natural. She wore one of his favorite corset's with a choker, thigh high stockings and garters. Alice picked up one of the candles and carried it over to the bed. Jasper was laid out on the bed, his wrists bound above his head by a silken ribbon that he could easily slip out of if he wanted to. The mattress gave as she climbed atop him, straddling him with a knee on either side. She could always tell when Jasper wanted this, to feel pain. He never had to say anything. Alice just knew.
She didn't have to say anything. Her look exposed all of her love for him, all of her understanding. There need not be excuses for such an intimate necessity. She loved that he wanted and needed it. And somewhere deep inside, she craved meeting that need. "Just a drop." Her voice lilted above the quiet background of a solo Mozart piano solo. Tilting the candle, a drop of the melted wax fell to the hollow of Jasper's throat.
He closed his eyes, flinching when the hot wax hit his skin then swallowed hard and opened his eyes to look up at Alice. Jasper had spent a hundred years equating love with pain and with fighting. It wasn't something that went away over night. He wasn't sure it was something that would ever go away. This kind of pain wasn't something caused without attention or premeditation. That attention, care to detail and planning bespoke of love to him as well. He tugged at the ribbons, knowing he could break it if he wanted to and bit down on his bottom lip. Moments like this were almost healing to Jasper. Alice made this alright. She made all the darker sides of him, the sides that Maria had carved so meticulously, acceptable, even desirable.
"More," he said in a gruff whisper, his voice catching slightly, almost hesitant. Despite everything there were times Jasper expected Alice to turn around and walk away. This was always one of those times.
There wasn't anything in this world that could tear her away though. She had reached that connective point from day one... from before day one, before he had even known she existed. A corner of her lips tugged in an almost innocent smile in contrast to the intentionally wicked dribble of wax down the length of his sternum. "Do call me a merciful benefactress, if you will."
Jasper half growled-half moaned almost before the wax hit his skin. He arched up into it rather than pulling back away, watching Alice with a predatory stare. "You are a merciful goddess," he whispered.
"Well, Goddess is a stretch but I'll take it." Alice spoke, her voice a light and airy sonata compared to the deep growl coming from her mate. She reached down trace her fingers jthrough the now lukewarm wax over his skin. There was only a little left in the candle she held, although she was more than willing to go get a new candle out of the numerous ones spread out over the room. She tipped the pillar and spilled the bit of wax over his lower torso. "And now? Now what am I, Jasper?"
With a flick of his wrists, Jasper ripped the ribbons to shreds. He reached up and grabbed Alice's wrists, flipping her to her back. "Mine," he growled low in his throat as he pressed her mouth to hers.