A/N: Here's the latest chapter! A/N at the bottom! Thanks to my wonderful beta IWillBeThereWhereYouAre, who might notice some slight changes in the chapter. i added some stuff. i couldn't help it! :) let's get this show on the road.....

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Mostly," said the roof to the sky,"the distance between you and I is endlessness, but a while ago two came up here, and only one centimeter was left between us."


Chapter Three

-Jazz-

By the time I was able to escape from the bar that my fellow marines were ravaging, it was well past 11:30, and I was running late. In my hurry, I made the drive to Waid's diner – a ten minute trip – in four. As I looked inside one of the huge glass windows, I could make out a small shadow moving about, sweeping the floor and dancing around to the jukebox, one of the only lights left on in the joint.

I couldn't believe the obsession that had come over me. Since the second we parted, she was all I could think about. I remembered the way her small body had fit perfectly to mine, as if God had molded us to fit perfectly together, two parts of a whole. Her eyes haunted me. Her dazzling blue eyes, the color as light as a sunny sky as I held her, darkening to a storm when Emmett teased her. I could see emotions in them I barely recognized, emotions I had never seen any girl look at me with, but this girl, a girl I had known for just minutes – no, seconds - was looking at me like I was the most significant person in her beautiful world. That was a world that I would work to deserve. That was why I was here.

I needed to show Alice that I would work for her hand. I wanted to sweep her off her feet, to woo her. She deserved everything I had and more. I just wasn't sure of how to proceed.

After checking my cap in the rear view mirror, I got out of my jeep and started toward the door, catching the faint streams of swing music coming from inside.

I was barely through the door when I heard her voice call out amid the trumpets and saxes playing for Glenn Miller.

"It took you long enough, Major."

She hadn't even turned around.

"Hello, ma'am. I hope I'm not bothering you." I stayed where I was, trying to keep her from becoming uncomfortable. As it turned out, I didn't have to worry. Alice set the broom behind the bar, and turned around, meeting my gaze with the sapphire eyes that had starred in my mind all day.

"Jasper, you could never bother me." She walked toward me, and the natural grace that seemed to be ingrained in every part of her being made it look like she was still dancing. "The only thing that you could do to bother me is to keep calling me 'Ma'am.'"

I chuckled.

"I'm sorry Ma'am."

Her light laugh filled the air, and I felt my heart skip a beat. The jukebox in the corner paused, momentarily throwing her laughter into an echo around the room. Another Glenn Miller song came on. I could feel the tension between us, a comfortable tension that didn't make sense to me. We were both standing in the deserted diner, just gazing at each other, neither making a sound. I became uneasy under her piercing blue gaze, feeling as though those intense orbs had scorched through to my soul. I didn't know what this girl saw in me, or why she felt so comfortable around me. Couldn't she see the horrible person I was at heart? How could she possibly be so attuned to my every movement – our first meeting and our meeting tonight – and not automatically know what a monster I was? I couldn't bear to think of her reaction upon knowing my past. Any proper young lady wouldn't dare to glance my way.

As I thought about it though, I couldn't help but notice that none of Alice's reactions to me were as they should've been. She had always been the one to make the first step, beginning with lunch this afternoon, and now tonight. Maybe things wouldn't turn out the way I expect. When it came to Alice, I had no idea what to look for.

I cleared my throat, breaking the tangible silence between us.

"You like jazz?" I asked her, trying to ease into a conversation.

"I love it!" She danced closer to me, so much that we were almost touching.
"Glenn Miller is spectacular! His music is so beautiful, it makes me want to dance!" I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm as she threw her hands in the air, spinning around, dancing.

Suddenly, mid-twirl, she lost her balance on the slick tiles, and she tilted towards the floor. I caught her by her waist, keeping her from hitting the booth next to us.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, concerned.

Her lips pulled into a warm smile at my protectiveness, and she reached a hand up to touch my face.

"I'm more than alright, Jasper." She stroked my face, her hand moving from my brow to my cheekbone, her thumb coming up to trace my lips, which parted under her touch. I chuckled, slightly nervous at our close proximity.

"Your laughter is beautiful too. It makes me shiver to my toes." I couldn't help but shiver at the touch of her small hand against my cheek. She had so easily broken the touch barrier, that I couldn't help but smile. This little girl was so different than than the girls back home- so small and delicate, but so obstinately stubborn and confident.

"Your laugh makes me want to dance, too." She cupped my cheek, and I pressed a kiss into her palm, making her smile even wider. My chest ached with feeling for her, a feeling I knew I had to explore further, but I wanted to do it right. I took her other hand, and she weaved her fingers with mine, palm to palm, sighing in contentment.

She started to hum as I drew her closer to me, just like I had when we danced this afternoon, her small body fitting to mine in all the right ways.

"Lets get out of here."


We found our way to one of the beaches along the moonlit coastline. After I parked the car under a nearby palm tree, she promptly took her shoes and apron off, sprinting towards the dark water, the moon casting an eerie glow off the white sand and her pale skin, and making blue shadows appear in her dark hair.

I trekked after her, making sure that she didn't come to any harm. She seemed so small and breakable, flitting around a large boulder in the middle of the beach, that I had to bite my lip to keep from rushing after her and enfolding her in my arms. That would definitely be too forward, wouldn't it?

Her playful laughter wafted up from the shoreline, her pale form glittering in the moonlight, only her feet submerged.

"Jasper, the water is so warm! Come feel!"

I laughed at her enthusiasm. She waved me down into the water but, since I had my uniform on, I didn't go far enough to get wet.

When she saw me stop a few feet before the tide, she sighed, picking up her skirt to walk to where I was, and promptly sat at my feet, grabbing my hand and taking me down with her. Her gentle tug was so unexpected that I was sent sprawling on top of an animated Alice, her shrieking laughter at my clumsiness carrying through the deserted beach.

Her hair had tumbled out of its careful bun, and was fanned out on the sand underneath her, catching blue and white lights from the sky above us. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She dazzled me. And here she was, laying right below me, my arms propped up on either side of her, holding my weight.

I wanted to kiss her laughing mouth, so much so that I ached for her.

But I couldn't. it was too soon. Wasn't it? Alice's sweet laughter slowly died on her lips as I gazed down at her, unable to move. The contact between us was sparkling – every nerve in my body felt as though it had been lit on fire. I could feel her breathing, her stomach rising up to meet mine with every breath she took, and I couldn't breathe.

Her hand came up to rest on my cheek, just like in the diner, and even then, I still couldn't move. I was bewitched by her very presence. The aching in my heart, the ache to touch her, to feel her, to kiss her, was steadily growing, emotion washing over me as I saw the stars above us sparkle in her blue eyes. I leaned closer, trying to distinguish one star from another, the small flecks of light highlighting colors in her eyes that I didn't know existed. I was so close to her I could smell her scent, so different here on the beach then it had been when we danced this afternoon. I was surrounded by sea air- salty and clean- and the scent of her skin, like lavender and honey. Her eyes drew me in like the moon does the tide, and I leaned in closer….

The moment we touched was prolific; a beginning point to real life. Her lips were like fire on mine, burning upon contact, and it was bliss. Her hand moved its way into my hair, twisting and pulling me closer to her. I groaned with the pleasure of our kiss, unable to help myself. I threw my weight to one side, using one hand to cradle the back of her head, and wove my fingers through the long, thick locks of her hair, while the fire spread from my lips, radiating until I thought I would never cool again.

Our lips moved together in harmony, her feather light kisses moving perfectly against my skin, and it was so natural that it was like we had been together for all our lives.

When her lips left mine to gasp for breath, I buried my face in her neck, pulling her closer to me in a hug. I didn't know what to make of the situation at hand, or how to decipher my relationship with this girl. Hell, I didn't even know her last name. The only thing I did know was that it felt right. Everything fit.

My breath was still coming in pants onto her neck, and I pressed one last kiss to her soft skin – a parting note.

"I've been waiting a long time for this, Jazz."

I smiled into her.

"Jazz?"

She laughed, stroking my hair.

"Well, you asked me earlier in the restaurant if I liked jazz, and I told you I did."

"Go on…" I kissed her earlobe.

"So… I guess that's my way of saying how I feel about you." I pulled away from her to meet her gaze.

"I know it won't be long until I like you as much as I like jazz-" She smiled a crooked smile at me, winking, and I couldn't help but smile back, "-and I LOVE jazz."


A/N: so, this was kinda my first attempt at any fluffy type of scene, so you guys definately have to give me some encouragement, especially if you want more marshmallows. i mean fluff. for some reason, the word fluff always makes me think of marshmallows. crazy, right?

By the way, that quote up there is a poem called "Mostly" ("Larov" in Hebrew), and it was written by Hila Plitman for Eric Whitacre, who made it one of the five movements in his Choral piece, "Five Hebrew Love Songs". The whole arrangement is gorgeous, and if you guys review with your favorite movement (Look it up on YouTube), you get five points of extra credit from me. :)

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