Title: Dogtags & Diamonds; Fairytale Beginnings
Author: PhnxPrncss [stolenXsanity  livejournal]
Spoilers: None; AH/AU
Summary: The story of each couples meeting, separating and reuniting. Bella welcomes Edward back after being separated by time and space during his time in Iraq. While Alice sets off in search for Jasper and the happy ending she knows to be true in her heart, after her dreams give her the final push in the right direction.
Tagline: "The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along." ~ Jalal ad-Din Rumi
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I wouldn't mine a [not so] quick round with Jackson or Rob though.
A/N: Beta Extraordinaire, vi0lentserenity, partner in crime in all things fanfic and smut and JxA/ExB (and occasionally, even ExJ and ExBxJ): This one's for you! Yes, yes, I know, it's an extremely late Christmas gift, but better late than never, right? Right!
Fate. Destiny. Soul mates. True Love. Forever.
Those words were etched on the very matter that made up my brain. There wasn't a single cynical bone in my body. I believed in it, all of it; the "Happily Ever Afters" and "Fairytale Endings" that every young girl reads about every night before bed, the "Prince Charmings" that they wished for as their eyes closed and unconsciousness took over. The things that dreams were made of.
From a very young age I knew that he was out there even if I had no idea exactly who he was. I saw him in my dreams and the fact that he was, at the time, a nameless and faceless stranger did nothing to sway me. I was scoffed at and ridiculed because of it. I was lectured on the so-called realities of life by my over-bearing mother and absent father. As if they would know what love even was anymore.
As I got older, the dreams became more vivid. I still couldn't discern his face, but I'd wake up every morning knowing that change was coming and I was ready for it. Slowly, I began noticing things that I would previously have ignored. Signs, if you will. They weren't anything that stood out a great deal, just normal everyday occurrences that I took notice of more. Commercials about Texas and Westerns or Military related movies taunted me every time I turned the television on.
My heart was screaming at me to act on what I instinctively knew was right. Moving. To Texas. I'd never even traveled before. I'd never felt the desire to stray far from home. Whenever my parents would go away on trips, I always stayed behind. I foolishly believed that everything I could ever need or want was right here in Mississippi.
That's how it was for me; how I lived my life, day in and day out. And then, shocked awake by the vivid images of my dreams one morning, I knew that I had to get to Texas as soon as humanly possible. I didn't know the exact reasons why, I had no clue what I would encounter there and I had no way of knowing if I was fooling myself into thinking that there was something more to my dreams. But, none of that stopped me, not even for a moment. I had no doubts and showed no signs of hesitation. It was all or nothing and I was prepared to risk everything I had on this childish fantasy of mine.
It was the day of my 18th birthday that I finally left. Though I knew that legally, my parents had no say in whatever I decided to do now, I also knew that it wouldn't stop them from trying. Which is why, I snuck out of the house well before the sun rose. Having always been the model child – straight A's, Class Valedictorian, acceptance to a plethora of Ivy League Colleges – sneaking out and running away was a huge deal for me. I'd like to say that I considered how my parents' would feel about this decision, but if I'm being honest here, I really didn't. They'd just have to deal with it until I find the right time to get back in touch with them, whether it be in a few weeks, months or years. I just packed up as much as I could fit into my pretty little Porsche, jumped in the car and headed straight to the ATM to clean out my bank account, all the while thanking the heavens that the depletion wouldn't be a hindrance on my parents in any way.
The drive from Mississippi to Texas was long and lonely. Though I should've and could've stopped for rest many times along the way, I forged on, determined to get to the place that I would soon be calling home. It was closing in on 1am when I finally reached Killeen, Texas and I was beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than a bite to eat and a bed for the night.
As I drove through the town, I came across the Rattlesnake Inn, a cute little bar that was still open. I pulled into the parking lot without thinking about what I was doing, grabbed my purse and made my way inside. The smell of the food assaulted my senses and I could feel my stomach clenching as the hunger pains took over. I took a seat at the bar and ordered the first thing I read off the menu.
The food was delicious and once I had finished eating it, I made my way over to the bartender to inquire about nearby hotels. As we talked, I found that he was a really easy person to get along with and we hit it off really well. I told him that I'd just driven into town from Mississippi and would need a place to stay for a few days, and eventually, a job and an apartment.
With that one spur of the moment stop in a little rundown bar in the middle of Killeen, all my immediate prayers were answered. They were looking to hire a new cocktail waitress and had an apartment available above the bar. I didn't even take a moment to consider the offer, just immediately accepted. As the bartender showed me to the apartment, I couldn't help but smile to myself at how well everything was working out already. I'd barely been in town for 5 hours and already I had a job, a friend and an apartment to call my very own.
As the weeks wore on, I grew accustomed to the nightly influx of Soldiers that came in from the nearby Army post, Ft. Hood. Most of the guys were nice enough and after a few beers, they were great company. Many propositions were made night after night, but I turned each one down. I knew that I was here waiting for him, the man from my dreams. I also knew that the moment I saw him, I'd know who he was immediately. So, the endless inquiries as to what my relationship status was and the unwarranted offers for one night stands were ignored.
It wasn't until I'd been working here for 2 months that I felt that little tug on my heart strings. I'd just started my shift and was making my rounds taking orders and engaging in small talk. I heard the bells on the door as it opened and turned to see who had walked in. As soon as I saw him, my breath caught in my throat and I could do nothing but stand and stare.
His close cropped blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and lanky but muscular frame literally took my breath away. Both my brain and my heart were telling me to go to him but I had been shocked into submission. I'd never seen a man so beautiful and yet so rugged at the same time. From his stance alone, I could tell he was military and the way his eyes perused the room, I knew he too was new in town.
With my mind made up, I sauntered over to him slowly and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned his face towards me and his gaze locked into mine, all coherent thought flew out the window and the room around me just disappeared. "You've kept me waiting a long time," I finally managed to say, surprised that my voice was steady. Even I was shocked at my bluntness and my gaze fell to the floor, but his reaction made me smile on both the inside and outside.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he replied, the vestiges of his upbringing coming through in his delectable southern drawl. When I peeked up through my eyelashes to see what he was doing, he had his head tucked towards his chest, almost as if he were just as shy and shocked as I was.
Without giving it another thought, I whipped my smock off, called to my boss that I was taking a break and reached out my hand for this beautiful stranger to take. The moment his hand came in contact with mine, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt complete. Whole. Wanted and needed.
The night bled into the day and the day into the night as we sat and talked about anything and everything that we could think of. In the short amount of time that I'd known him, I found myself spilling all my secrets, wishes, dreams and wants. Everything, no matter how unrealistic it may have been, came pouring out. And through it all, one thing remained constant; our hands remained intertwined every second that we were directly in each others presence.
That weekend spent with him was the best of my short life. Every dream I'd ever had of my future slowly began to make sense. All those times that I was mocked for my grand dreams and beliefs in true love faded to the recesses of my mind. None of that mattered in the here and now. Not when my future was within my grasp.
As real life began to seep into the little bubble that we'd created in my tiny apartment above the bar, unspoken promises were made by the soft touches, gentle but firm kisses and stolen glances. I hated that he had to return to work and without him saying a word, I knew he did too. Unfortunately, we both had other obligations that needed to be tended to.
The moment he walked out my door, my heart constricted painfully. The longing I felt for him in the few short moments that he was away from me was palpable. I went through the day on auto-pilot, not really seeing or feeling anything but the agonizing and physically debilitating ache in my chest. As the hours passed by, I found myself wondering if he'd return. Throughout the time we spent together, I knew that he felt what I felt, but in the brightness of the hot Texas sun, undeniable doubts began to creep in.
Once again at work, the early evening crowd began to filter through the doors of the bar and my erratically beating heart felt as if it would burst out of my chest at any moment. I couldn't stop myself from glancing at the clock constantly as I made my rounds. For the first time in the 2 months that I'd been working at the Rattlesnake Inn, both my head and heart just weren't in it. I made no effort at being approachable and with every passing second, my overly perky demeanor became clouded.
A few hours into my shift, I'd resigned myself to the fact that I had been nothing more than a passing fancy for him. I'd never felt pain the likes of which I felt at the moment I accepted this for fact. It was then that I felt the tug on my heart again. The unfathomable electricity that surged through me whenever he was near encompassed my entire being and the clenching I'd felt on my heart and lungs finally let up. He had come back. For me. I smiled to myself as I felt his strong arms wrap around my tiny waist and leaned back into him. His scent overwhelmed me and I inhaled greedily, wanting to remember it for the times that we were apart.
And so the week continued in much the same way. Every moment he was away from me was as painful as the first day. The doubts always lingered on the edges of my mind, taunting me. Yet, he always returned. The previously unspoken promises became verbalized by the both of us. He made sure I knew that the feelings I had for him were mutual.
By the end of that first week, every ounce of my being craved for him in more ways than one; his touch, his voice, his piercing glances. I needed to feel him. I needed to surround myself with him. Constantly. Consistently. I needed to breathe him in like the air around us. The feelings I felt were unexplainable and incomprehensible, but they couldn't be denied either. In one week, he had become my world; he was my everything.
It was Thursday night when he asked the question that I'd been longing to hear. I never thought it'd come up so soon, though I won't deny that I wanted it to. I was more than content to go at whatever pace he set and if that meant waiting a few weeks, months or even years for him to be ready for that kind of commitment, I would've done it without question.
As I lay curled up against his chest, tracing the lines of his palms, I could tell there was something on his mind. He'd seemed like he was in his own world for most of the night and I'd noticed a slight furrow between his eyebrows. Even though he was holding me like he did every night, his body was rigid and his heart beat uneven.
"Jasper," I murmured softly before pressing my lips to his palm, "what's got you so tense?"
He didn't answer me right away and trepidation began to set in. I slowly turned to face him, resting my hand on his cheek and looking him in the eyes.
"Jasper?" I pleaded softly.
I could see nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed into mine, a lazy smile forming on his beautiful face.
"What would you say to going to Las Vegas this weekend?" He asked before sliding his free hand into his pocket.
"I can't say that this is the way I'd expected this to happen, but I won't deny that I can't be without you. Every moment I was away from you during the past 4 days were pure torture. I haven't been productive at all at work because I've been so consumed by thoughts of you. Your laugh, your smile, your completely optimistic view of the world. Everything. The ache I feel when I leave here every night is tangible and it doesn't go away until I return every evening. I need you, in every way."
My breath caught in my throat at his words before I took notice of the tiny, velvet box resting in his palm.
"Alice, I know we've barely known each other for a week but I also know that there is no me without you. Las Vegas isn't exactly the most romantic of places for this, but I can't wait any longer. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
I could feel the tears slowly tracking down my face as I my eyes went from his face to the box he held, now open, in his hand and back to his face again. I tried to answer him verbally, but every time I'd open my mouth, a fresh torrent of tears would start. Finally, I just nodded and quickly captured his lips with my own.
My head was spinning and my heart was singing at just the thought of soon becoming Mrs. Jasper Whitlock. Friday couldn't come soon enough.
The entirety of the 4 ½ hour flight was spent with us completely wrapped up in each other mentally and emotionally. It was like being in our own little world when I looked into his eyes. Nothing and no one else existed; just him and I. We communicated without words. All my needs and wants were met without once having to voice them.
We arrived at the Bellagio Hotel late in the night and after checking-in, we slowly made our way to the Cypress Suite. This may not have been the ideal location or way for us to bind ourselves together for life, but we were making the most out of what we had. No expense was spared and we weren't disappointed. The room was amazing. The view from the bed was simply indescribable and everything else was beyond words.
Having been worn out from the flight and knowing that Saturday would be a long day; we turned in as soon as we reached the room. Wrapped up in his warm embrace, I felt safe and untouchable. The entire world could've come crashing down around me and I wouldn't have noticed, not even for a moment.
Unsurprisingly, I was up with the sun and as I stood by the wall length window, looking out into the gritty Las Vegas streets, the full realization of what I would be doing in mere hours finally consumed me. With renewed fervor, I began running around the suite preparing for the day ahead of us with unbridled enthusiasm. My body was practically vibrating from the excitement and adrenaline that was coursing through my veins. Even knowing that I had a full day ahead of me to get ready did nothing to abate my eagerness. The knowledge that in less than 12 hours I would be married to the man that was currently asleep just feet away from me – the man that I had dreamt about my entire life – was exhilarating.
The ceremony, which took place at the beautiful Shalimar Wedding Chapel, was perfect in every way. I couldn't stop the tears from falling as the Minister spoke the words that would bind me to this man standing in front of me forever. Our "I Do's" were steady and rang with an air of finality. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in his strong, unrelenting grip; his love and adoration permeated my very being leaving me breathless.
The limo ride back to the hotel, though short, stirred desires in me that were so utterly intense. I wanted – no, needed – to touch him, feel him and consume him in every way possible. Though dinner awaited us at the heavenly Jasmine Restaurant, I couldn't wait. My body yearned for the ruggedly handsome man that had claimed my heart and made me his.
As soon as we reached our destination, I flew out of the limo at an inhuman speed, tugging him along behind me. Everything else could wait. But this thirst – this overwhelmingly intense desire – needed to be quenched. Now! Christian Louboutin heels and BCBG dress be damned, I thought to myself as I took off in a near sprint to the hotel elevators with his hand firmly grasped within my, much smaller, hands. The moment the elevator doors closed behind us, I was in his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hands clasped at the nape of his neck. Every inch of skin I could find, I kissed feverishly. I didn't care that we were in the middle of a hotel elevator and that security cameras were certainly catching all of this on film. My raging, sexually frustrated, hormones refused to wait.
We managed to reach our room, surprisingly still clothed, with little trouble. My inexperience was overshadowed by the surges of heat I felt coursing through my body at the slightest of touches from him. Tenderness was replaced by an all consuming desire as we stripped each other of our clothes. His perfectly pressed dress uniform became a crumpled heap of fabric at our feet and was soon joined by my flawlessly exquisite dress. His shoes and my stilettos were soon after left in our wake as we blindly made our way to the bed. Hands were everywhere, burning touches and feverish kisses were my weakness.
His lips on mine, fighting my tongue for dominance as his lithe body hovered over my much smaller frame, raised desires in me that I'd never once given a second thought to. The impulsive need to claim him as mine in every way took over as I wrapped my legs around his waist in a silent plea for him to take me.
Our eyes met and I could see my passion reflected in his penetrating blue orbs. I felt an infinitesimal shiver run down my spine as his lips once again met mine in a searing kiss. I could feel my need for him growing stronger as the dampness between my thighs increased at each passing second.
"Please," I whimpered out, not knowing exactly what I was asking for but begging for something – anything – to take the ache I felt in my core away.
"Patience darlin'," he whispered back, his lips resting on the shell of my ear. "I want to savor this moment."
I could feel his strong, calloused hands tracing the curves of my body as he ran them from the tops of my thighs to the sides of my breasts. The whimpers and pleas fell from my mouth without conscious thought as his touch ignited my every sense. Without thought, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss with unparalleled zeal. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating and even the need for air wasn't enough of a reason to pull away.
My lungs burned with every passing second until I finally, reluctantly, pulled away and inhaled greedily. He continued to trail kisses down my jaw line, trailing down to the hollow in my throat and nipping at the skin there. The moans emanating from my mouth became more pronounced, needful, as his mouth slowly moved across my collarbone.
His hands continued their circuits, running up and down my body, feeling every inch of me. Tentatively, his hands deviated from their path and came to rest on my breasts, kneading them softly as his mouth trailed down my neck towards my chest. The moment his tongue flicked over my nipple, I became completely and utterly lost in the sensation. My back arched of its own volition as my hands locked around the back of his head, holding him to me, reveling in the feelings that he was creating. He moved back and forth between my breasts, paying each one equal amounts of attention with either his hand or his mouth as my need for him intensified.
Languidly, he began trailing kisses down my stomach while his hands continuously massaged my now sensitive mounds. As he reached my hipbone, he began nipping and sucking on the skin there. My breath was ragged as I felt my stomach slowly tightening. The stirring inside of me felt so good and I couldn't get enough of it.
When he was satisfied with the amount of attention that he'd lavished on my hipbone, I felt his hands gliding along my inner thighs as he spread my legs while sliding lower on the bed. I felt his cheek slowly and tenderly nuzzling the inside of my thighs while he inhaled deeply, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face. As I stared down at him with half-lidded eyes, his gaze met mine while he teasingly grazed his tongue over my soft, wet folds. I bit back a moan as my held fell back into the pillows.
I could feel every inch of his tongue as he repeatedly licked up and down my folds, teasing my entrance and flicking my clit with each pass. Unable to take anymore of the intense pleasure he was inflicting on my body, I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him closer to my core and thrusting up at the same time. I could feel him chuckling against me as he increased his ministrations, flicking my sensitive bundle of nerves while thrusting his finger inside me. Another finger soon followed as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked into his mouth while simultaneously flicking it with his tongue. Within seconds, I came hard, thrusting my hips into his face while he continued to lap up all that juices that spilled from me until I'd ridden out my climax.
As I came down from my blissfully unaware state of post-orgasmic pleasure, I realized that Jasper was now working his way back up my body; kissing and nipping at every inch of skin along the way. When his lips reached my mouth, I attacked it with an unbridled passion; one hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the other gripped his dogtags and pulled him closer. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip gently before sucking it into my mouth, relishing in the taste that was completely him.
I could feel his hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh and I let out a loud, guttural moan. I slid my hand in between us, tracing the contours of his well-defined body, before wrapping my hands around the base of his hard, throbbing cock. He hissed in pleasure at my touch, and I watched in wonder as he threw his head back, straining his neck muscles. Slowly, I guided him to my entrance, sliding his tip up and down my wetness as we both whimpered from the overwhelmingly intense pleasure.
After a few minutes, his hand came to rest on top of mine, halting my actions. I brought both hands up to grip on his strong shoulders, pulling my upper body towards him and nipping along the chain that rested around his neck as he slid into me inch by inch, allowing my body to adjust to the foreign invasion. I felt my walls tensing around him as I fought to relax my muscles and allow him entrance. He soon reached my barrier and stopped, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine.
I tightened my legs around him, urging him to continue before capturing his lips with my own once again. With one quick thrust, he was fully sheathed inside me and I couldn't contain the traitorous tears from spilling over as the intense pain took over my body. I could see his arms straining beside my head, shaking at the pressure of having to hold back, waiting for my permission to continue. The pain soon gave way to pleasure as I timidly thrust my hips upward to meet his. We both groaned at the feeling that overtook us and he tentatively began thrusting in and out of me.
As my pleasure increased from the friction our bodies were creating, I began thrusting my hips harder and faster, relishing in the sounds of our skin slapping together.
"Ohh, Jas – per! Har-harder baby, ple-please!"
His hips met mine thrust for thrust and I could feel the climax starting to build. My moans, pleas and whimpers were incoherent strings of cursing. His name fell from my lips like a mantra, pleading for more. I didn't want this feeling to end – ever. Soon enough, our thrusting became erratic as the pressure within us built to unparalleled heights.
"Fuck! Ali, baby, cum for me, cum with me." He pleaded with me, his breath coming in short gasps of air.
With one last thrust into me, we both hit our peaks simultaneously. Our cries were loud and disjointed as we continued thrusting into each other in an attempt to prolong our climax.
After a few moments, I felt his lithe body collapse onto mine, barely holding his weight above me and I showered him with kisses on every inch of skin that I could reach.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," I repeated wearily as I came down from my high.
"I love you too, Mrs. Whitlock," I heard him murmur into the top of my head before he rolled to my side, pulling me into him.
I could feel my eyelids slowly drooping close as I snuggled into his warmth, a faint smile on my lips. I'd finally found my happily ever after.
A/N: Oh my effin god! I swear, this was even harder to write than the ExB. Seriously! I'm not a romanticist, so all the "Happily Ever After, Fairytale Ending, Prince Charming" type stuff is wayyyy out of my league. I swear to you, I restarted this more times than I care to admit. Seriously this is somewhere along the lines of version 999.9 and every time I started it over, my beta (whom I love dearly), vi0lentserenity, died a little more inside. And, VS, I told you that I'd finish it, so there! *sticks tongue out* Also, I tried to keep it as IC as possible, considering this is an AH rendition and I really hope that I stayed true to the characters. On that note, I have to question; Romanticism, hit or miss? Sweet, first time, wedding night smut, pass or fail?
As always, reviews are much appreciated. I'll even hand out e-cookies if you do!