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Alice's P.O.V.
I opened the door slowly and leaned against the frame. Jasper was sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed and his arms resting lightly over them. I felt a sudden hit of nervousness, what if he didn’t like this?
He must have felt my change in emotion because he suddenly sat up to look at me. It took him a moment to realize I was there and then another for his eyes to widen as he took in my choice of clothing.
“Oh god…” he whispered, so low I almost didn’t hear it.
“Good evening…” I started nervously “Major Whitlock.”
He groaned.
“Alice…” he said “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you like it?” I asked. This was not how my vision said this night would go.
“I love it.” he whispered “It’s driving me crazy.”
I smiled. This was more like it.
“You look amazing.” he continued, taking in every detail of my clothing; from my blue Confederate soldier shirt, to the soldier hat atop my head, to the black silk and lace panties and the high heeled black shoes.
I walked slowly toward him.
“I’m all yours Major Whitlock.” I whispered, pouting slightly as I came to a stop between his legs.
Jasper growled and pulled me toward him by the waist. I was crushed up against his chest tightly and passionately.
“I’ve never seen a soldier that looks quite as amazing as you.” he said
I smiled, putting my hands on his cheeks.
“What would you like me to do, Major?” I asked
“Kiss me.” he replied
And I did. I kissed him with all the love in the world, my lips moving hard and insistently against his. For a moment I thought he was heightening my lust with his power, now that I think about it, he probably was.
His hands twisted into my too short hair and I pulled on his, angling his face and lips toward me so I could kiss him more. I wanted him so badly that night, I thought I might explode. Maybe that’s what he felt when he was around humans.
“I want you Major.” I whispered as he feverishly kissed my neck “I want you so bad.” I moaned.
“Say my name.” he whispered against the skin between my breasts “Please.”
“Jasper…” I moaned.
He flipped me over way too fast, pushing me into the mattress with a loud sound as his body collided with mine. I felt the bed’s legs give out beneath us, but I didn’t particularly care. One moment I had my clothes on and the next my uniform shirt and black panties laid shredded on the floor. Jasper’s lips never left mine as he moved his hands all over my body, his clothes disappeared soon after and then my hands were all over his chest touching all the spots I knew he liked. My vision hadn’t exactly been like this either, in the vision I was the one in control, but now he was the one overpowering me. It didn’t really matter now, this was his trip and I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. I was his, always and forever.
Then he was inside me, his hands tightly intertwined with mine as he moved slowly making almost pained noises of pleasure. I loved him more like this, when he was inside me and I felt whole, like I had been missing him all along; when he abandoned all restraint and just went with instinct, when he could show me how much he loved me without holding back.
I was dying. Surely this was what it felt like to die, when you couldn’t control your body and you felt like you were about to cease to exist. I moaned his name over and over: “Jasper, Jasper…”, and then everything was black but bright. My legs shook as I tried to stop myself from screaming out loud.
I could hear him panting against my neck and suddenly he said my name in a pleading and innocent voice. “Alice…” he growled and shook and then fell against me still shuddering.
I trembled with him and ran my hands through his hair as I tried to regain breath I didn’t need.
“That was fantastic, Major Whitlock.” I said smiling.
He smiled. “Nothing is as fantastic as you in the uniform” he replied.
He flipped us over and the bed creaked in protest as I lay against his chest, imagining his heart beating.
“Thank you for sharing your past with me.” I whispered, kissing the scars on his chest.
“Thank you for understanding it.” he said “And for making it much more interesting.”
And then he grinned that grin I love the most.
I giggled and wiggled around to get closer to him; the bed completely collapsed.
We laughed until we could hardly breathe anymore.
“You ruined my shirt, now we won’t be able to do this again.” I said suddenly.
“Don’t worry.” he said softly “I’ll get you a new one.”
We laughed once more.
There was really no need to say I love you. We both knew.
Alice's P.O.V.
I opened the door slowly and leaned against the frame. Jasper was sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed and his arms resting lightly over them. I felt a sudden hit of nervousness, what if he didn’t like this?
He must have felt my change in emotion because he suddenly sat up to look at me. It took him a moment to realize I was there and then another for his eyes to widen as he took in my choice of clothing.
“Oh god…” he whispered, so low I almost didn’t hear it.
“Good evening…” I started nervously “Major Whitlock.”
He groaned.
“Alice…” he said “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you like it?” I asked. This was not how my vision said this night would go.
“I love it.” he whispered “It’s driving me crazy.”
I smiled. This was more like it.
“You look amazing.” he continued, taking in every detail of my clothing; from my blue Confederate soldier shirt, to the soldier hat atop my head, to the black silk and lace panties and the high heeled black shoes.
I walked slowly toward him.
“I’m all yours Major Whitlock.” I whispered, pouting slightly as I came to a stop between his legs.
Jasper growled and pulled me toward him by the waist. I was crushed up against his chest tightly and passionately.
“I’ve never seen a soldier that looks quite as amazing as you.” he said
I smiled, putting my hands on his cheeks.
“What would you like me to do, Major?” I asked
“Kiss me.” he replied
And I did. I kissed him with all the love in the world, my lips moving hard and insistently against his. For a moment I thought he was heightening my lust with his power, now that I think about it, he probably was.
His hands twisted into my too short hair and I pulled on his, angling his face and lips toward me so I could kiss him more. I wanted him so badly that night, I thought I might explode. Maybe that’s what he felt when he was around humans.
“I want you Major.” I whispered as he feverishly kissed my neck “I want you so bad.” I moaned.
“Say my name.” he whispered against the skin between my breasts “Please.”
“Jasper…” I moaned.
He flipped me over way too fast, pushing me into the mattress with a loud sound as his body collided with mine. I felt the bed’s legs give out beneath us, but I didn’t particularly care. One moment I had my clothes on and the next my uniform shirt and black panties laid shredded on the floor. Jasper’s lips never left mine as he moved his hands all over my body, his clothes disappeared soon after and then my hands were all over his chest touching all the spots I knew he liked. My vision hadn’t exactly been like this either, in the vision I was the one in control, but now he was the one overpowering me. It didn’t really matter now, this was his trip and I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. I was his, always and forever.
Then he was inside me, his hands tightly intertwined with mine as he moved slowly making almost pained noises of pleasure. I loved him more like this, when he was inside me and I felt whole, like I had been missing him all along; when he abandoned all restraint and just went with instinct, when he could show me how much he loved me without holding back.
I was dying. Surely this was what it felt like to die, when you couldn’t control your body and you felt like you were about to cease to exist. I moaned his name over and over: “Jasper, Jasper…”, and then everything was black but bright. My legs shook as I tried to stop myself from screaming out loud.
I could hear him panting against my neck and suddenly he said my name in a pleading and innocent voice. “Alice…” he growled and shook and then fell against me still shuddering.
I trembled with him and ran my hands through his hair as I tried to regain breath I didn’t need.
“That was fantastic, Major Whitlock.” I said smiling.
He smiled. “Nothing is as fantastic as you in the uniform” he replied.
He flipped us over and the bed creaked in protest as I lay against his chest, imagining his heart beating.
“Thank you for sharing your past with me.” I whispered, kissing the scars on his chest.
“Thank you for understanding it.” he said “And for making it much more interesting.”
And then he grinned that grin I love the most.
I giggled and wiggled around to get closer to him; the bed completely collapsed.
We laughed until we could hardly breathe anymore.
“You ruined my shirt, now we won’t be able to do this again.” I said suddenly.
“Don’t worry.” he said softly “I’ll get you a new one.”
We laughed once more.
There was really no need to say I love you. We both knew.
