Love Like Winter (EJ/Jane)
Title: Love Like Winter
Author: Seph Meadowes
Rating: K+
Category: Books - Twilight
Pairing/s: EJ/Jane, EJ/Renesmee, Alec/Renesmee
Warning/s: Implied incest.
Summary: It was nothing but payback. EJ/Jane and slight Alec/Renesmee. Sequel to 'Two of a Kind'.
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged. - Samuel Johnson
Jane's skin is as cold as ice.
It reminds him of the winters in the small town of Forks, staying inside the cozy, warm living room of their cottage and staring at the white landscape outside. Of his very first Christmas, opening presents and laughing at Uncle Emmett who jumped into the pile of wrappers with him just to see if they missed one. Of sitting on the living room rug beside the fire, watching the flames dance and Renesmee's head on his shoulder. Of running in meadows at dawn, the air crisp and cool and heavy in his lungs as he breathed it in, running faster as Renesmee laughed and danced around the bright colored flowers.
Jane's lips are soft like rose petals.
They remind him of the soft cotton sheets in his bed at home, the light blue material the same color of his Dad's favorite shirt. They remind him of his mother's dark curls, soft in his hands as he sat on her lap while she read to him The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. They remind him of his Renesmee's hands, soft and delicate, so small in his own. They remind him of Grandma Esme's voice, soothing to his ears as she lulled him to sleep.
Jane's hair is blonde like corn silk.
It reminds him of Aunt Rosalie's blonde tresses, the way she flips them over her shoulder when she's mocking anyone. It reminds him of Aunt Alice's flimsy summer dress as she twirled like a ballerina. It reminds him of Renesmee's copper locks that shined almost gold in the sunlight. It reminds him of Grandpa Carlisle's eyes, the kindest he's ever seen.
Jane's eyes are blood red.
They remind him of the red magnolias Uncle Jasper would sometimes get Aunt Alice to get her to smile. They remind him of the knitted red sweater Renesmee gave Grandpa Charlie one Christmas. They remind him of Renesmee's lips, pouty and inviting. They remind him of the rage he feels every time he sees Alec's mouth on his twin sister's.
It was nothing but payback.
Seeing the disgusted look in Alec's eyes and Renesmee's similar one, her hand tightening on her mate's as they watch him kiss Jane's small, lovely mouth. His hands buried in her hair, her hands wrapped around his neck, tongues battling for dominance…
Alec took what was his.
The noises of pleasure Jane makes are music to his ears…
So, he retaliated in kind.