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This Weeks Pic Prompt:
This Weeks Lemon Drizzles:
Peace by Hopeforastalemate
Alice and Jasper
It had been a trying evening for
me. Alice had been insistent lately that I at least make an attempt to get more
involved in the local community, and she had found an organization of Civil War
scholars eager to hear my “fictionalized accounts” of life as a Texas soldier.
Tonight’s dinner had featured me as the keynote speaker, and I had been rather
startled by how rapt everyone was by my stories. Several people had approached
me about writing a book, something I had never even considered. I agreed to
think about it.
While the dinner had not been
unpleasant, I was extremely glad to be home. Everyone else was out, and we
entered into darkness. Our quiet suite awaited us, and I was more than happy to
hear the soft click as Alice locked the door behind us, enveloping us in the
illusion of privacy.
I stood there, breathing again for
the first time that night, my vampire vision allowing me to clearly see my mate
with the moonlight as the only illumination. Everyone called my Alice a pixie,
and in the glow of the night, I had to agree. After so many years together,
Alice could have read me like a book even without her power, and she knew that
after being around so many humans for an extended period I needed two things:
silence and sex. We had fed well just before the dinner, so now I was solely
interested in feasting on her body.
She did not speak as she approached
me, reaching up to ever so gently trace the angles of my face and tousle my only
half-tamed blond curls. I felt the tension in my mind begin to ease, even as
the tension increased in other places. Alice had learned early on that
tenderness could both calm and arouse me; it could bring me back to myself when
nothing else could. I had spent so much of my life denied it that I craved it
now with a hunger that often surpassed even my desire for blood.
Slowly, leisurely, Alice reached up
to unfasten the buttons on my suit coat and my tie pin. She carefully unknotted
the silk tie and left it loose around my neck. She slipped the jacket from my
shoulders and laid it over a chair, then reached for my belt. It too, found its
way to the chair, and by the time she had untucked my shirt, I was beginning to
feel more like myself. Each button she slipped loose took with it a bit more of
the human pretense even as it bared more of my scarred chest to her
nonjudgmental gaze. I had long since ceased to be ashamed of my scars with her,
though I would never dream of parading my bare chest before my family as my
brothers did. I saw no reason to remind them of the monster I had been and
could still too easily become.
Her hands trailed over my skin, and
I caught them both in one of my own, turning the tenderness back on her as I
reached down with my free hand to remove her headband and run my fingers through
her dark locks. I traced her face, and she kissed my fingertips as I caressed
her lips.
Alice sighed, a sound that came out
more like a purr as I turned her around and unzipped her indigo dress as
carefully as she had unknotted my tie. I slid it off her shoulders and down her
body, and she stepped out of it. I folded it over my suit jacket even as she
kicked off her silver heeled sandals, and I took the opportunity to discard my
own shoes.
I was barefoot now, my shirt
hanging open as I took Alice’s beckoning hand and let her lead me over to our
bed. Not taking her black eyes off of me, she eased onto her back, her tiny
form glowing against the deep purple sheets. Only her lacy black panties and
bra hid her from me now as I loomed over her. She reached up to trace my scars
with her fingers, her hands half obscured by the fine white linen of my shirt.
I let her nimbly remove the cufflinks and unbutton the cuffs before pushing the
shirt off my shoulders. It fell to the floor, forgotten.
I bent to kiss her gently, my lips
outlining the delicate angles of her neck and the modest curves of her breasts.
With one deft movement, the bra was gone, and I had claimed my prizes, my hands
weighing them playfully even as I teased the nipples with my tongue and just the
slightest scrape of my teeth. Everyone who met me seemed to think I could be
nothing but rough with my mate, but the opposite was true. The thought of
hurting her made my heart ache. My relationship with Maria had been one of
force and pain, and I had no desire to treat anyone else, least of all Alice,
like Maria had treated me. What had been done to Alice at the asylum had been
horrific as I discovered when Edward reluctantly told me. It was every bit as
bad as what my sire had done to me; truly, humans were as capable of becoming
monsters as vampires were. I was eternally grateful that the Change had stolen
the memories of her trauma. I would gladly bear my own for eternity so long as
I could spare my mate.
My mouth worked its way down her
body until I discarded the scrap of lace concealing her center from me. I
buried my mouth between her thighs, my tongue leisurely lapping at the venom
coating her sweet folds. I played her clit with my fingers and her center with
my tongue until I felt her passion reach the tipping point between pleasure and
frustration.
“Jasper, please!” she gasped out,
her legs locking around mine even as I lifted her up. I thrust into her, my
hands steadying her as she began to move against me. Our bodies knew each other
inside and out; we fit together perfectly, exquisitely. Only with her could I
completely let my power go, let everything go, knowing she would catch me when I
fell.
I had never discounted the
possibility that I was damned, but I knew that I had found heaven in her
arms.
Our pleasure melded as we came, our
love twining together like ivory vines. I opened my eyes to darkness, save for
the moonlight surrounding my own personal angel.
I rested my head against her
stomach as she stroked my hair, relaxing in the silence of the night. In that
moment, in her arms, peace was all I knew.
Next weeks Pic Prompt:
Would you like to be The Lemon Drizzle author of the Month?
It's simple really, all you have to do is write and submit a Lemon Drizzle. At
the end of MAY all the drizzles that were submitted for that month,
(expect for cullen818 and mine, as we are staff) will go up for voting!
Voting is readers choice, they will judge who's drizzle best describe the Pic Prompt they used.
The winner will receive a banner stating that they are Lemon Drizzle author for that month!
What is a lemon drizzle and how does it work?
Each
week a picture prompt will be given. Write a drizzle (like a drabble)
that is around 1000 words (or less) about the picture given.
The following week's prompt will be at the end of the current week submissions.
Submissions will post on Friday, and should be received no later than Thursday at 7pm (EST).
Email it to Lemon Drizzles
Rules:
~It has to be durty. (rated M or NC-17)
~Any pairing (from Twilight)
~Has to incorporate the picture...(we should be able to tell easily that the photo and drizzle go together.)
PLEASE make sure you are submitting the right drizzle for the current Pic prompt!
Use this heading when you submit:
Title of Drizzle by your author name (unless you want to be anon)
Pairing:
You need not be an "author" to submit. Everyone is welcome to spread a little Lemon drizzle our way! Email it to Lemon Drizzles
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