A Very.....Interesting Move

Interesting Move

Pairing: Edward & Jasper

Disclaimer: All things Twilight belongs to S. Meyer. This story is mine. No copyright infringement is intended.

These have not been pre-read or beta'd. Any errors or mistakes are mine.

Rating: PG-13

This is a slash fic and contains male on male sexual relations. If you are under-age please don't read this.


Organizing

Choosing to live in Jasper's house was an easy decision to make. A gorgeous house with a yard and off-street parking versus a plain apartment with a parking lot and shared laundry room. No contest.

The past two weeks were spent organizing, and packing my belongings. Most of my furniture is going to Goodwill. A few select pieces will make the move to Our house.

My pulse still races when I think of it that way. Our house. Our home. Our new life together.

Smiling, I take one last look around the empty rooms before walking to the car where Jasper waits.

Traditionally

We pull in to the driveway and park. Leaving the boxes in the car, Jasper drags me towards the front door. He unlocks and opens the door, but stops me as I attempt to walk in to the house.

He ignores the quizzical look on my face as he steps closer to me. He smiles as he says, "Traditionally I'd be doing this after our wedding, but I don't want to wait."

He moves swiftly, sweeping my feet out from under me as he picks me up and carries me over the threshold of Our home.

We share a sweet kiss before going back outside for all my boxes.


Crack

We've been living together for three months, and are still learning each other's idiosyncrasies. Breakfast for example; during the week it's a bagel or oatmeal for me, while Jasper prefers a scrambled egg-white and fruit. On the weekends he adds toast with honey.

My breakfast of choice on the weekend is sugary cereal, the more sugar the better. He hates it. Every weekend he says the same things to me.

"It's no better than crack," he always begins. He then starts his lecture on healthy eating habits. There's really only one way to resolve this, kissing him senseless followed by kitchen sex.

It's become a game to him, I know that, but it's a game I love as well.


Body

It's a rainy Sunday and we're lazing in bed, enjoying the warmth and comfort of being together. My fingers slowly trace the veins in his arm. His body quivers beneath my touch as my tongue follows the same path. His skin is smooth beneath my fingers. His taste is sweet, like honey, in my mouth.

Mine.

It still seems like a dream sometimes, that he is mine. That this body is mine to touch and taste and devour.

Gentle fingers tug at my hair, pulling me towards his mouth. Our kiss is sweet, lazy and soft, like the rain.

a/n: I know my normal pre-reader and beta both have hectic lives right now and I didn't want to pester them. That being said, any errors are mine and mine alone.

I wrote these during a few very rare quiet moments at work today.

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