Title: The Little Black Dress (1/3)
Author: Aerial312

Pairing: Alice/Jasper
Rating: M
Category: Fluff/Romance
Disclaimer: I own nothing…I just borrow.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated.

Timeline: Set during Twilight.

Alice sat on the bed, her laptop propped up on her thighs as she concentrated intently on the screen. The fingers of her right hand danced quickly across the touchpad. Whatever she was working on had her excited, so it obviously wasn't for school. I love to just watch her when she's focused on something like this, especially with the happiness I could feel radiating off of her.

"Are you coming in?" she asked with a smile, her eyes never leaving the monitor.

"You know I am," I grinned, stepping across the threshold. I closed the door behind me and locked it.

"I didn't know when. I wanted to speed it up a little."

She patted the quilt beside her. Grabbing my book from the nightstand, I crawled up beside her.

"Are you implying that I'm slow?" I teased, resting my head against her arm.

"You've been known to stand there for hours," she laughed, lifting her arm around me so my head lay on her chest. "How am I that interesting?"

"You have no idea," I told her truthfully, capturing her hand and kissing it.

She sighed contentedly, and rested her chin on the top of my head.

"Whatcha working on?" I asked, looking at the screen.

There was an image of a woman wearing an elaborate purple dress.

"Just some drawings," Alice answered, her hands returning to their previous spots on the touchpad and left button. Her arm had to wrap around my head to reach it, and I obligingly snuggled closer.

"On the computer?"

"I'm trying something new," she explained.

I watched as she made a selection from a line of little boxes on the left, clicked, and turned the lower half of the dress the same purple as the top.

"I drew them on paper, like usual, but I'm trying to color them in Photoshop. I filled in the main color, but I'm not sure how to do the highlights and shadows and detail," she added, scrunching her eyebrows as she stared at the computer in frustration.

"You'll figure it out. You always do."

As I told her this, her arm around my neck went ever-so-slightly slack, and I'm sure if her face were in my line of vision I would have seen her gaze go blank.

"Ah," she murmured, making a few selections from the various toolbars.

"You saw yourself picking the right tool?" I grinned, running my finger along the arm she held me with.

"I made the decision to put in a highlight, and there it was," she beamed.

Her embrace loosened again, and I chuckled. She was going to plod her way through this new task one vision at a time. I rolled from my side to my back, leaving my head against her stomach.

"Settled?" she asked.

"Mmmhmm," I answered, picking up my book from where it lay beside me.

"I'm not that good at this yet, so I don't want you to jostle my hand," she explained sheepishly.

I kissed her arm, and opened my book to the scrap of paper I'd left at my spot about halfway through. Alice and I sat like that, in comfortable silence, for a long time, the only movements were her fingers tapping at the keys and my occasional page turning.

Reaching the end, I snapped my book closed and let it drop to the lavender blanket. "Can I move?" I asked. I genuinely didn't want to mess up her sketch.

"Just a second," she told me, clicking away. "Okay."

I curled back into her, laying my cheek against her side.

"You want to see them?" she bubbled.

"Sure." Of course I wanted to see them if it kept her in this giddy mood. "You figured it all out?"

"I just had to concentrate a little at first. By this one, I knew exactly what to pick. My control still isn't great though…" she trailed off, clicking to open a folder which I guessed contained the finished ones.

The first one that came up on the screen was the one she'd been working on when I first came in. What had been solid purple now had detailed contour lines and shadowing. "This came out great, Alice."

"Look at this one!" she encouraged, pulling up another female figure, this one in a vivid green dress.

"Nice," I agreed. I noticed that the female figures in both drawings looked remarkably like her. "What are the drawings for?" I asked innocently, looking up at her.

She bit her lip and her eyes lit up mischievously.

"What?" I sighed into her chest with a smile.

"I want to go to the prom this year," she told me, spitting it all out very quickly.

I wasn't expecting that. I suppose I should have been when I saw her drawing ball gowns. I propped myself up on my elbow. "Really?"

"We haven't been to one in years. We've got to go to one in Forks," she pouted, with a full on puppy dog face.

I smirked at the cuteness of it, and nipped at her protruding lower lip. "Why do you want to go to the prom so much?"

"So I can wear an amazing dress," she answered, in a tone that implied that it was obvious.

"We've found other reasons for you to wear an amazing dress," I pointed out, memories of dancing alone in the woods causing the corners of my mouth to turn up into a smile. Now that was the kind of dancing I liked. Just the two of us and a radio.

"That's not the same," she sighed. "I love our dancing dates in the woods, but sometimes I just want to show off my pretty dress."

She continued to give me that look I couldn't say no to, not that I had been planning to. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply.

"If you want to go, I'll go," I sighed into her lips, as she squealed in delight.

She pulled away to focus in on her dresses and I growled into her neck at our sudden loss of connection.

She ignored my frustration. "Which one?"

I turned my head to look at the screen again while she brought the images up. "Do I really get to pick?"

She paused for a moment, considering. "For being such a good sport, yes." I laughed as she continued, "First there's the purple one that you saw. It's the most elegant. Then there's the green one, and it's a little weird with just one shoulder strap. This pink one is a little more the typical prom dress—"

"Since when do you wear typical?"

"—It does have a really fun puffy skirt, though. There's this pink one that I don't really like—"

I chuckled. She buzzed with excitement as she continued. "And this black one that might show a little too much skin for a school function."

"That one."



The black dress had huge geometric cutouts all along the body, nothing indecent, but a whole lot of exposed skin.

"You really like it," she smiled, noticing my reaction.

"God, Alice, that dress is going to look amazing on you." I snapped the lid of the computer shut and quickly slid it off her lap. She threw her right leg over my waist to straddle me. "Are you happy with my choice?" I asked, looking up at her warm, golden eyes.

"I didn't think you'd pick that one," she admitted, pushing her hips against mine, and leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips.

"You'd look incredible in any of them," I murmured, resting my forehead on hers, "But you were so excited about that one."

"It's daring, but still sort of tasteful," she summed it up, placing a line of feather-light kisses along my cheekbone.

"Mmmhmm." I slid my hands under her t-shirt and quickly had it over her head. She giggled, squirming on my lap, and I groaned, thrusting my hips up to meet hers. I pushed us up to a sitting position, and my shirt joined hers on the floor.

Alice yanked forcefully at my belt. "Oops," she laughed, tossing the half that had broken away at the buckle onto the floor.

I chuckled and she pulled the rest of it out, starting in on the button of my jeans. It was rare that all of our clothing made it through undamaged. Alice was just shimmying out of her leggings when we froze at the sound of hand on the door knob.

"You locked it?" she giggled, kicking my pants down the length of my legs.

"I didn't want to be interrupted," I told her, tossing her bra to the ground and cupping her breasts.

"Alice?" Edward called from the hallway. He was annoyed. Locked doors were a rarity in this house.

"What?!" Alice whined, shredding my boxer shorts as she pulled them off with a fierce tug.

I laughed loudly. God, that was hot. 'Go away, Edward,' I thought. I pulled Alice tightly into my arms and locked my mouth to hers.

"Oh," he stammered from behind the door. "It can wait. Could you find me when you're…um…finished?"

"Sure," she called quickly, replacing her lips on mine with a giggle. "What…" Kiss. "Did you…" Kiss. "Tell him?" She paused for a moment, still highly amused. "He's about to take a lengthy run."

"Good," I smiled, running my hands up the bare skin of her back. "I just made it very clear that he was interrupting something that he didn't want to see play out in my thoughts."

She gave me an evil smile as she shoved me down on the bed, leaning over me to whisper, "I'm so glad you locked the door."