"For the Love of Jasper” One-Shot Contest

Title: Surprising Alice

Pen name: MeadowC

Existing work: N/A

Primary Players: Jasper & Alice

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Stephenie Meyer. The romantic interlude between Jasper and his lovely wife Alice is all my creation. No copyright infringement is intended.

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A/N: I'd like to thank the Ladies of the League for being such amazing cheerleaders, along with Cheryl and ssherrill115 for pre-reading and hand holding. I'd also like to thank Project Team Beta for hooking me up with feisty kitten and Whitlocked. They were encouraging and honest, and helped me escape what surely would have been known as "comma-gate 2009." Thanks everyone! Enjoy!

-Meadow

Jasper sighed and rubbed his forehead. This had been a supremely bad idea. The salesgirl was slowly edging closer to them, looking concerned, and Emmett was practically in hysterics. He glanced between Edward and Jacob and could only pray that they wouldn't break anything when they ended up wrestling on the floor.

“Jacob, Edward, enough!” he hissed.

They both looked up with wounded expressions. “He started it...” Jacob muttered, moving off to a display rack on the other side of the store.

“Real mature, dog,” Edward countered, but Emmett clapped a hand on his shoulder before he could follow.

“Real mature yourself, Ed. Get a grip! You were growling at him in the middle of a lingerie store.” Emmett released his grip and picked up the thong that Jacob had dropped.

Jasper had arranged for Alice's favorite couture lingerie designer to open the shop specifically for their visit. Claudette was more than happy to accommodate, although she was disappointed that Alice wasn't there. Jasper knew he shouldn't have brought a hormonal teenaged werewolf with a physically 5 year-old soul mate into this sea of silk and lace. Looking around at the riot of color and sensuality he almost felt sorry for Jacob. Almost.

“What was the big deal, anyway?” Emmett asked, moving Edward toward the counter where Claudette had set aside some of her preview pieces for him.

Edward glared in Jacob's direction. “The big deal is that he is picturing my wife wearing every skimpy thing in this store,” he explained, running his hands through his copper hair in frustration. “It's bad enough that he thinks about it, but the fact that I have to see it in detail is enough to make me scream.”

“I thought he was over all that,” Emmett said, eyebrow arched.

Jasper laid a hand on Edward's shoulder and pushed out a wave of calm. He hoped it was calming, anyway. Truthfully, he was having trouble feeling it himself. Even though the store was closed to the public, all three of Claudette's employees had come in and were doing a poor job of hiding their excitement over the mysterious and handsome “special customers.” It was trying enough to deal with all the lust emanating from them, but then add anger on top of it and he was ready to call the whole thing off. “I think we should just leave...” he began.

“No, no, I'm sorry, Jasper,” Edward interrupted. “This is for you and Alice, I can control myself.”

Jasper smoothed his shirt and tried to collect himself. This was for Alice. He had never, in all their years together, been able to surprise Alice. Once all the drama of the past year had faded he realized that having Jacob around gave him a unique opportunity to do just that. Her blindness when it came to the wolves made her uncomfortable, but she was learning to deal with it. So he had asked Jacob if he'd come on a shopping trip with him. Alice needed more fabric from one of her suppliers in Paris and he volunteered to make a quick trip to pick it up. Alice wanted to come but was in the middle of some elaborate wardrobe project for Nessie, along with helping Bella and Rose with her homeschooling.

It was Alice's suggestion that Edward accompany Jasper. She had an idea for a dress for Bella but wanted him to pick the fabric. Since Jacob had never left the country it was easy enough to bring him along, disguising it as an excuse for Jacob and Edward to “bond.” He thought that having Jacob and Edward together for that length of time was a recipe for disaster. Emmett thought the whole thing would be hilarious. They were both right. He'd kept all of the women out of the loop about his surprise and didn't tell the guys until they were mid-flight. The women of the Cullen clan had their ways of sniffing out a secret and he hadn't wanted to take any chances.

“But if he's there how will I know if you've picked up the right fabric?” Alice had whined when she learned that Jacob was going.

“After almost sixty years together you should trust me,” he'd replied, leaning down to kiss her on the nose.

“Of course I trust you! It's Angelique I don't trust. Don't you remember last time when she tried to give me that faded damask and claimed it was a special wash? You and I both know it was simply left too close to the open windows! I could smell the sunlight on it!” she fumed, working herself up. Her tiny body had practically begun to vibrate as she gestured wildly.

Jasper placed each of his hands on her shoulders and rubbed gently. “Darlin', I'll be fine. I'll send you pictures with my phone of each bolt so you'll know exactly what you're getting, okay?”

“I guess,” she sighed. “It's just... Well, I hate the thought of you being so far without knowing what'll happen. What if something goes wrong?” She buried her face in his chest with her confession.

He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. “Alice, you know that there is nothing on this earth that would ever keep me from you.”

He leaned down and kissed her, pressing her body into his. “Besides, don't you think I want to make it home as quickly as possible? You really think the guys would be able to keep me... warm at night?”

She smirked. “Jacob is plenty warm.”

“Are you suggesting I should snuggle with him?” He brought his hand up to his face in mock horror. “You would share me?” he teased, sensing he'd won this argument.

Grinning, Alice grabbed his hand and placed it against her breast. “Do I scandalize you, Major Whitlock?”

“Definitely,” he responded, rubbing her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. “I'm hoping you'll never stop scandalizing me.”

He emphasized his last point by rocking his hips into hers, showing her just how much she'd be missed. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him backwards before lowering herself to the bed and hitching her leg around his waist.

“Why don't you come show me how much you'll miss me?”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied, pressing her into the mattress and snaking his hand up her skirt before ripping her lacy thong and tossing it on the floor. She wasted no time in unbuckling his pants before lying back on the bed and shimmying his jeans down with her feet. Instantly he was on the bed with her, his need to feel her suddenly urgent. She obviously felt the same way, locking her legs around his hips and pulling him forcefully toward her. He groaned as he crashed into her, feeling her grip tearing the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh! Jasper!” she gasped.

“Jasper. Jasper!”

An elbow to his ribs snapped him out of his reverie. He looked up to see Emmett smirking at him.

“Dude, I know all this lingerie is hot, but you are not helping the situation.”

Jasper realized he'd been practically exuding sex. Several salesgirls were eying the Cullen men longingly. A brunette caught his eye and licked her lips before sauntering towards them.

“Sir?” she asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

She flashed Jasper a seductive smile, eyes lingering on his golden curls before continuing. “I see you've been looking at our Fall collection. Is there anything I could try on for you? We have several private dressing rooms.”

“No, really, but thank you,” Jasper managed to deflect her while once again sending out a wave of calm feelings. He hoped it'd be enough to take the edge off of the lust they were all feeling. He was very glad that this was their last stop because at this pace they'd be leaving Paris within the hour, fabric or not.

Jacob hurried back toward them, red-faced and clutching a blue satin bustier. He thrust it towards Emmett before looking over his shoulder.

“Is she following me?”

“Who?” Jasper asked, wondering if the shopping trip could get any worse.

“That redhead!” he replied, pointing at a curvy woman. She was rearranging the table Jacob had just been standing at. He had obviously knocked down several displays in his haste to retreat.

“If she offers to 'assist' me by showing me the thongs in the storeroom one more time I'm going to phase. Or agree. I'm not sure which.”

“Maybe you should, then you can stop picturing Bella in that bustier,” Edward huffed.

“What's with that anyway? I thought your world revolved around Nessie now.” Emmet said.

Edward grimaced at thought of his daughter in conjunction with a lingerie store and held up a hand to stop Emmett from elaborating.

Jacob grinned. “Oh, it does. It's just like they say, though. If you want to know what a woman will look like in twenty years you just look at her mother.”

Emmett's guffaw was loud enough to bring the brunette around again. Before she could make any more indecent offers Jasper picked up the negligee he'd been considering. “Oh, just the woman I was looking for,” he smiled at her, turning on his considerable southern charm. “Could you please check with Claudette and see if you have this in red?”

“Of course.” She gave him her best seductive smile and walked into the back room.

Once she returned Jasper quickly paid for the lingerie, smiling as he added a lacy black thong at the last minute. He figured he should replace the one he'd ruined before he left town, after all.

The trip home was blissfully uneventful. Jacob seemed content after some sightseeing. He insisted on buying a miniature Eiffel Tower and a novelty cup with a crazy straw sticking out of the Arch de Triumph for Renesmee. Edward had groaned and muttered to himself the entire time as Jacob explained that her current “sippy cup” was stained a brownish-red.

The drive back from the airport was quiet, and despite their bickering Jasper sensed that there was an easiness between Jacob and Edward that hadn't been there before. Upon entering the house he realized that Edward and Jacob weren't the only ones to bond over the trip. Bella was bursting with motherly affection for Renesmee and he realized that she often seemed to be overshadowed in Jacob's presence. He watched as she and Edward exchanged a pointed look while Renesmee ran to greet them. Smiling, Bella came over to him. “Thank you,” she said simply with a hug.

The time away, no matter how brief, had affected all of them and Jasper sensed the undercurrent of sexual tension simmering beneath the surface. Jacob claimed he had jetlag, settling Nessie into his arms for a nap and winking at Jasper. With her occupied, each couple made their excuses and slipped off together. Wrapping his arms around Alice, he lifted her up and murmured into her ear. “I have a present for you, Darlin'.”

She looked at him, perplexed. Normally he would decide on a gift and then announce it to her. She'd see it and they would go to purchase it together, whatever it might be. It was easier for her to show genuine excitement the moment she realized what it was rather than pretend to be surprised when she received the gift. “What is it?” she asked, not able to see anything.

Grinning he pulled her toward the door. “It's a surprise,” he said as he pushed her into the passenger seat of her Porsche. “We're going to a special little spot I've got all picked out.”

Alice couldn't decide if she was impressed or irritated at being left in the dark, and eventually she seemed to settle on a little of both. He watched her out the corner of his eye as he drove, loving the way the setting sun filtered through the windows and illuminated her sparkling skin. He could barely contain his joy and it permeated the tiny car. She turned to him and smiled, draping an arm over his shoulders and caressing his cheek. Before long they pulled off on a tiny dirt road and wound their way north until they arrived at a secluded lake with a tiny cabin.

Jasper and the others had stopped on the way home from the airport to prepare and she gasped as she saw it. Luminaries lit a path to the edge of the lake and the trees were filled with elaborate Chinese lanterns. The colors reflecting in the mirror of the lake made it appear as if fireworks had been frozen mid-explosion. Grinning, he took in her expression. He led her down to the edge of the lake. “I've been watching you throw parties long enough to have picked up a thing or two,” he explained.

There was an outdoor seating area under the trees and he led Alice to the waiting gift boxes. She sank down onto the daybed and tearing the paper off of the lingerie box. “It's beautiful!” she shrieked, before playfully sticking out her bottom lip and pouting. “You went to see Claudette without me, though?”

“I figured you would forgive me in this instance.”

“I suppose so,” she said with a smile and opened the second box. She lifted out a stiletto and beamed up at him. “Oh, I have taught you well! Matching shoes!”

“I can't help but take notes from such a beautiful teacher.”He bent down to kiss her, running his hand through her inky hair. He meant it to be a soft kiss but he was soon moaning into her mouth and the box lay forgotten on the grass. Alice broke the kiss, and picked up the box. “I'd hate to waste your presents,” she said, “so I'll be right back.” She skipped off to the cabin to change.

Jasper unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He was settling, bare-chested, onto the daybed when he felt Alice approaching. He turned his head and was stunned by the creature standing before him. Her delicate feet were caged in the gold stilettos, which echoed the hand-worked gold embroidery in her sheer red lace corset. Her golden eyes sparkled as she observed his reaction. They had been together for over half a century and yet a simple glance from her could make him hard. This, well, this was almost too much. He didn't know if he wanted to stare at her or rip the lace to shreds. She leaned forward and licked her lips. “Blood red was a very naughty choice, Major Whitlock.”

“Even a reformed man has desires.” He tore his eyes away from her breasts, her nipples peeking through the lace, and was struck by the force of her gaze. She placed a glittering foot against his chest and pushed him onto his back. Grabbing her foot he kissed her ankle and then worked his way up to her thigh before pulling her down on top of him. He rolled her onto her back so that he could look at her. “Will you be very upset if I destroy this?” he asked, hands tracing the embroidery over her breasts. She shuddered at his light touch and moved her hands down to his pants, teasing his bulge before settling on his waistband. “I'd be very upset if you didn't,” she replied, shimmying his khakis down his legs. She then yanked on the straining fabric of his boxers, leaving him naked above her.

He kissed her lips teasingly before moving lower, kissing and nibbling his way down her neck. When he got to the lace of her corset he turned his attention to her nipples, sucking on them through the embroidery before biting down more forcefully. “Oooh...” she moaned and rocked her hips up to meet him. He growled and bit at the lace, tearing her corset off with his teeth before moving lower. He slipped his hand under the fabric of her thong and stroked her sex before slipping a finger inside of her. She gasped and grabbed a fistful of his sandy colored curls as he pushed the lace to the side and sucked her swollen bundle into his mouth. He alternated between licking and sucking while moving his fingers until he felt her tighten and cry out his name. Panting, she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him deeply, tongues dancing together, her taste mingling in their mouths.

She moved her hands from their position around his neck to trace the contours of his chest, flicking his nipples with her nails before pushing him off of her. She maneuvered him onto his back and set about kissing and sucking her way down his chest. Sliding off of him she wrapped her lips around the tip of his manhood. She was sex, pure and simple. Clad only in a red thong and gold heels, her skin glowing under the lights, she was a goddess.

She looked up at him, eyes wild with lust, and he almost came right then. He groaned, feeling her throat vibrate around him with her own moans of pleasure, and lifted her from her perch at his feet. He shimmied her thong down her legs before settling her on top of him. Straddling his hardness she slowly lowered herself onto him. Quickly finding a rhythm, Alice moved on top of him and he fought the instinct to close his eyes and lose himself to the sensations. He wanted to see her in her ecstasy and she met his gaze, obviously wanting the same. Sensing she was close he bent his head and sucked on her neck while pinching her nipples with his hands. He reflected her desire back at her, pulsing the aching need he sensed in time with her rhythm and she exploded. Her movements stilled as she cried out his name, digging her nails painfully into his shoulders. “Fuck, Alice...” he growled into her neck before biting down. Her euphoria washed over him, sending him over the edge just as she was reemerging.

Jasper lay back as the last tremors of their orgasms faded and looked lovingly into her eyes. “Alice,” he breathed, “you are the most amazing creature I've ever encountered.”

She smiled and traced the lines of his full lips before replying, “So are you.” She sighed contentedly and reached for his hand. “This really was a wonderful surprise.”

“I was a little afraid you wouldn't like it,” he confessed. “Being surprised, that is.”

She looked up at him thoughtfully. “Well, I was less than thrilled at not being able to see what was happening. But,” she gestured at the scene around them, “it was worth the blindness to feel this way, and to feel the joy practically bursting out of you.”

He smiled at this angel-pixie who loved him so. “I suppose I might have to surprise you more often.”

She leaned down to kiss him again as she spoke. “Jasper, if it makes you this happy to surprise me you can take Jacob on as many trips as you want.”

Laughing, he snuggled into her side. “I won't be taking him on any more trips for lingerie. At least not for a few years.” He proceeded to tell her about the trip, and they lay together laughing and joking comfortably until the sun began to rise.