Something I wrote as a 'hey you should write this paring for me on this date'. :3 I love it, I'd just love it more if it were longer. ;_;
Title: It's Our Time Now
Fandom: The Twilight Series (Novels)
Characters/Parings: Rosalie/Jasper
Word Count: 506
Rating: PG
Summary: What happens when things aren't left alone.
Author's Notes: Written for the lovely
kaiwynn on December 17th. She wanted it, although it's super short. I'm sorry for that. ;_;
It's Our Time Now
I leaned into him as we sat there on the couch together. It’s cold and I think that maybe he could warm me up. I know it’s a lie.
His face is too perfect and his accent to thick for the time that he’s been away from Texas, many years and counting. He refused to return, everyone but me have offered to take him back. He says that it’s too depressing and that he’d rather live in the present. I smile at the thought and I feel him shift a tad as soon as my body lights up.
His eyes flash over at me, and I can tell what he’s thinking. I’m thinking it too. My head started to swarm and I physically shook it trying to get rid of the clutter that could get me into some serious trouble. He didn’t smile, it would have been too much for either of us to handle, but he leaned down and his lips touched mine.
I felt human, like I hadn’t in so many years, and I felt like I was breathing because I needed to, not just because it was normal. His hand came up to my shoulder as I tried to angle myself better and kissed him fully back.
I felt the room shift and I knew something had changed between us as he sat up distinctly and looked at the door. I followed his gaze to Alice and Emmett entering the room. Alice looks distressed but Emmett looks like he’d just heard a good joke. I wasn’t sure if Alice had seen us or had seen us, but it would figure that she’d keep tabs of Jasper in her brain; would watch his every move. I’m slightly thankful that she hasn’t seemed to say anything to Emmett.
"If she could cry, I’m not sure that she would." Jasper’s voice is like a punch to the gut and I look up at him, his eyes seem darker and not just with hunger. I look at the floor behind him and I know his hand is coming up before it does. It touches my chin and pulls me in closer to his person. Our lips touch and maybe this can work, although I’d never say I liked that lie out loud.
"This is a good lie. We can pretend that is real, we can keep it going and live this. If you want," his eyes sparkle for a moment and I know he wants to live this lie too, this beautiful and messy and screwed up lie that I’ve been trying to tell myself for months isn’t wrong because it feels so right. I leaned down and kissed him again, his lips met mine halfway and I smiled into the kiss when he did.
"You know, this is one secret I’ll cherish and keep." My voice has a weird pitch to it and I feel his hand run over the length of my leg. We live in a veil of secrets, why not add to it.
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