Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
Sunlight streamed in though the glass back wall, bathing the room in warm natural light. Alice was comfortably settled in the large king bed, reading a magazine, propped up against the mount of pillows that sat at the head of the bed. Her bright yellow sundress was fanned out around her knees, her exposed pale legs-which seemed to glow from the sun-were crossed at the ankle. Jasper lay adjacent to her; eyes shinning with joy and a playful smirk on his face.
He slowly lifted his hand up, his long pale finger moving towards her bare arm and pressed it lightly to her skin. He drug it lazily up her arm, his smirk melting away when all she did was turn the page. His eyebrows creased in determination as he pulled his hand back then shifted settling his hand on her calf. He waited for a moment and when he still got no response he started to growl softly in annoyance. He began to slide his hand up her leg, turning it when he reached her knee, then pushed it up her thigh, snorting when he still got no response.
He snatched his hand back and sat up on his knees determined to get her attention. Reaching out he grabbed the magazine from her hand, which was met with no resistance, and tossed it behind him. Alice looked over at him with bright yellow eyes, batting them innocently as if she had had no idea he was there. "What?" the words dripped from her lips like honey though the smile tugging at them was far from ingenuous.
Jasper stared down at her fighting back a smirk of his own as he reached out wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Alice laughed happily and pressed her hands against his chest pretending to push him away as he pulled her under him. Jasper chuckled as he leaned down kissing her throat tenderly. "You're absolutely terrible," he whispered lovingly against her skin.
"I haven't the slightest clue as to what you're referring to," she purred sweetly.
Jasper chuckled deeply as he continued to kiss her. "What am I going to do with you?" he mumbled, unable to pull himself from her body.
"Oh," Alice said simply as she began to play with his hair. "I'm sure you'll think of something."
A/N: Was in the mood to write some fluff.