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Alice sits on her bed, skirt hiked up around her knees, Jasper in front of her, shirtless. Her fingers are skimming age old paths along his scars, her lip tugged between her teeth.

She leans forward and presses her mouth against a cluster of scars at his ribs, humming softly, before murmuring a question her husband has heard over and over in the years they've known each other. "How badly did they hurt?"

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Jasper, stretching, runs his fingers through his hair with a soft smirk. "How'd I describe it the last time to you?"

"Doesn't matter," Alice murmurs, drawing her lips across another scar. "You have to describe it a new way each time."

"Well, I'm goin' to start running out of descriptions, but, let's see..."

Jasper considers the question again, carefully as he always does, a slight frown appearing as he thinks.

"It hurts," he grins, "About as much as it does having to watch you walk away to class."

She hums against his torso before pulling away to look up at him. "But you get the happiness of seeing me again at the end of the class period, right?"

Alice smiles up at him. "I know I do."

"Now I know you're not trying to poke holes in my description," he chides playfully, frowning down at her sternly. "It was a good one."

"Who, me?" Alice skims her fingers up his side, biting her lip again as she focuses on his scars again. "Jasper..."

"Alice?" He taps her chin with a finger, getting her to look at him again, his brow furrowed. "What is it, darlin'?"

"I..." She presses her lips together, trying to figure out how to ask the question. "I want to know what it feels like, Jasper."

His brow furrows deeper, the frown returning. "I've told you what it feels like..."

"No." Alice stares up at him, shaking her head. "I want to know. Personally."

"No."

Good Lord, no.

He twists out from beneath her hands to grab up his shirt from the floor, tugging it on so hard that it tears at the hem.

Alice looks down at her hands, touching her fingers together as she breathes in. Her voice is soft as she speaks. "Jasper...I just...I can do it myself, it doesn't have to be any one else. I just...want to know."

"Alice. You're not - no one is - doin' that to you," he barks out like an order, his tone trying to leave no room for argument. He looks sick at the thought that she'd consider doing that to herself.

She looks up at him for a moment before glancing down at her hands again. She's stays silent, chewing on her lip.

He waits another moment before he sits down on the bed beside her again. He holds out an arm, blocking her hands from sight and showering her the same scars she's seen and traced time and time again. "Darlin', why would you want to do this to yourself?"

"I just...want to know." Alice whispers, before looking up at him. "Jasper, yours are born of...bad things, but they're still you and I love them, I love all of you. I...this one, if I or someone I loved were to do it...it'd be born of something nicer."

"That..." He shakes his head, glancing away, jaw clenched. "It's not up for debate. It's not happening. And I'm sure as Hell glad the rest of the family isn't around to hear you talking like this."

"Edward knows." She mutters. He always knows, he's...with her, in her head, always. Alice feels defiant, and just a little petulant. "It's not...it's my body, Jasper."

"Not in this," he mutters, his petulance echoing hers. "You're my wife, and I'm saying no. I wouldn't have chosen this, if I had the option."

Alice stands, her fingers sliding through her hair, tugging idly. She draws her finger over the razor edge of her teeth, back still turned to her husband, as her mind wanders. However adamant he is, it doesn't fight off the desire to know.

Jasper steadily watches her back for a few moments. Just until he can no longer take the silence - this far different from their silent means of communication - and offers a quiet, "Alice?", to catch her attention again. He wants to know what she's thinking.

Alice hesitates before uncurling her hand from her hair. Her fingers smooth down her skirt before she looks at him. "I don't want you to be mad at me but I can't...stop myself from wanting to understand it...to..."

She shrugs. "It's the pain thing. I just..." Alice sighs and shrugs again, drifting off and moving to look out their window.

"I'm not mad at you, I just... I don't understand why," her husband amends with a huff, however frustrated he might sound. "It's probably not something I will either."

Alice twists fingers into her hair again before leaning her head against the window. "You won't," She whispers, snorting. "I can see that much."

He doesn't like her tone.

"How's it I'm the bad guy for not wanting to see you hurt and then scarred?

Alice turns to look at him, frowning. "You're not. I never said that."

"Well I know you haven't said it outright..."

"I'm not even feeling it," Alice steps forward, eyes narrowed at him. She's not feeling it...though she is feeling just a bit ticked off now. :|

Which Jasper points out: "You're annoyed at me."

"For the current conversation, Jasper." Alice clenches her jaw. "Not at your feelings about anything we ever discuss, but the words you put in my mouth."

"...So I can tell you what you can or can not do, but I'm not allowed to suggest what you might be thinking?"

He just stares at her.

"Just because you tell me what I can and can't do doesn't mean I'll listen but it's far more annoying to be told what I'm feeling when you're wrong."

Alice stares back before turning back to the window.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't tryin' to tell you how you think, but, Alice, I can't read your thoughts and since when is what you're feeling - or anyone, for that matter - so cut and dry? Because it's not," Jasper mutters the last bit, flopping back to the bed. He stares up at the ceiling. "And if you're not goin' to listen, why even bring it to my attention in the first place?"

"Because I'd like to not keep things from you. I thought that's what I was supposed to be working on."

She doesn't tell him that she wants him to be the one to bite her. She'll just...keep that to herself.

Jasper grunts, an almost, if somewhat bitter, laugh. And it takes another moment before he rolls over to face her. "You're right. I'm sorry. I don't want you to keep things from me. Even the more... asinine ideas, I want to hear them. You just... you caught me by surprise."

"It's just curiosity." Alice sighs. "I'm...sorry I brought it up."

Jasper's lips twitch in a grin. "Are you?"

Alice rolls her eyes.

"No."

He too rolls his eyes but all too soon turns on the charm.

"Maybe... Maybe we can talk about it again? After I've had some time to think about it."

Though, really, he's just hoping she'll forget about this silly nonsense in time.

"Liar." Alice murmurs, smirking as she steps forward and sits on the edge of the bed. "But I thank you for the sentiment."

She leans forward, hopeful for a kiss.

"I'm not sure if sentiment is the word I'd use for it, but you're welcome," he chuckles, a half-laugh just before he leans forward to brush her lips with his in that kiss she wanted.

She curls her fingers into his shirt, drawing him closer to make the kiss last longer. "Je t'aime, mon amour."

"Te amo. Siempre recuerda que te amo," he murmurs back, moving to be as close as possible as he kisses her sweetly yet again.

She pulls back from him to bump her nose against his. "Because you said I could, I will bring this up again later. Just a head's up, because I love you and you deserve that."

Alice smiles sweetly at him to make up for it. "And I'll never forget you love me. Ever. Kiss me again."

He takes her hand in his kissing her palm as she never designated where. "Just because you'll bring it up, doesn't mean I'll listen," he echoes.

Complete lie that though, seeing as he tends to always listen when she talks. He has an even harder time at saying no to her.

She knows this.

Her fingers curl around his and she tugs him closer to kiss him on his cheek, then the corner of his mouth.

Knows and exploits it.

"Come 'ere," he murmurs, stretching out to pull her into his lap and arms. He kisses the top of her head.

She settles against him, resting her head against his shoulder, humming softly. Her fingers slide up his arm, squeezing.

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