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[betagainstme]

There's not much to the outfit, but maybe that's why it's so appealing. She slid her hands to her hips, smirking at her husband, tugging her lip between her teeth. "So. Whaddya think?"

What did he think? He couldn't think as he stared at his wife from his spot on the bed. His back was hunched as his arms leaned against his legs, his long limbs glowing in the moonlight, each pale scar illuminated. Hair fell into his eyes as he canted his head to the side, to look at her from another angle. His finger twisted in a circle and she laughed, raising up on her tiptoes and twirling for him.

The black fabric clung to her thighs and Jasper found himself staring at the lace there for a moment before dragging his gaze back up to Alice's smirking face.

"So?"

He growled, low and deep in his throat and she grinned excitedly. Unfolding his arms, he stood, pushing his hands through his hair before pulling her to him with a quick tug on her wrist. He slid his arms around her back, hauling her up to him so he could kiss her, press her against the wall, pin her to it with his hips, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Her fingers slid over scars, his slid past lace and silk. She threaded her fingers through his hair, he pressed against her harder. He pulled her away from the wall, his mouth moving along her neck as he moved them to the bed. She laughed as he dropped her to the mattress, arching under his hands. His mouth fastened to her collarbone and she groaned, shifting under him.

His hands went to her sides, fingers tightening in the fabric, his plan to get rid of the outfit as quickly as possible. Alice stilled under him and he glanced up at her just as she came back to reality, her vision leaving her. Her hands flew to his on her sides. "Don't you dare. I paid a lot for this."

He growled slightly again before letting his hands fall away. She sat up, moving to stand, her hand held up in a 'hold on' gesture. She reached around to the back, undoing the ties, pulling the top over her head, pushing the bottoms down her narrow hips and oh so carefully setting it on the chair in the corner of their room.

His hand covered his mouth as he watched her, fingers twitching at his knee as he watched her, his desire high and flooding through him, and judging from the way she looked at him just then, her too.

He moved for her again.



The next morning Alice skipped down the steps and moved to the living room, stepping up to Emmett. He cleared his throat and looked away, making Alice frown. The rest of the room wouldn't look at her either.

"What?"

Esme looked up and sighed at Alice. "Last night, Jasper--"

Alice clapped her hands to her mouth. "Oh God!" She squeaked, turning and running for the stairs.

How embarrassing. D: