A Very.....Surprising Question

A Very.....Surprising Question



Pairing: Edward & Jasper



Thank you: OCDJen for pre-reading and Mrs. Aggett for beta-ing.



Rating: NC-17



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



Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended. The juicy bits, yeah, those are mine.



Author’s Note: A special thanks to naelany and My name is Seren Dipity for supplying the prompts.





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JPOV



Nincompoop

It had been a week since I spoke with Edward’s parents, a week of nearly sleepless nights as I tried to come up with the perfect way to propose. Two things had become clear to me over the past seven days. I am a nincompoop, and completely unimaginative. None of the ideas I had seemed right for this most important event.



Throwing my hands in the air, I caved and called in reinforcements.



After squealing and then crying, Alice got right down to business.



“Jasper, this is Edward. He won’t want a spectacle. It should be something simple and comfortable.”







Delight

It was another week before the perfect moment presented itself. It was a rainy Saturday and we had both slept in. Something in my head said today was the day. Around nine, I got up and with no hesitation or reservation, I dug the blue box out of my nightstand and put it in the pocket of my sweat pants.



I calmly made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. There was no hint of nerves, no, I was almost unnaturally calm.



Edward smiled with delight when he walked in and saw the bounty of food spread before him.







Smooth(ly)

We chatted quietly as we ate. It was normal and relaxed and perfect. This is what I wanted, this kind of moment with him.



He finished the last of his homemade waffles and sat back in his chair with a sigh. His right hand gently rubbed his stomach as he graced me with a lazy smile.



“Okay, now that I’m incapacitated, do you want to tell me what’s up?”



He’s always so perceptive.



Smoothly sliding off my chair, I knelt in front of him. His eyes grew wide when he saw me pull the small box out of my pocket.







Flummox(ed)

Taking his left hand, I brought it to my lips and grazed his knuckles with a tender kiss. Gazing up at his bright green eyes, I was overwhelmed with my love for him.



“Edward, I love you. You are my best friend and my companion, my lover and my love. Marry me, Edward? Let me be your husband as you will be mine....”



Edward stared down at me, completely and utterly flummoxed. He didn’t move, or breathe, for about thirty seconds.



Finally he blinked, and with that blink, his smile became rapturous.



“Yes! Yes, Jasper....oh God, of course...Yes!”







Prize

Removing the ring from the box, I gently slid it down Edward’s finger. Our hands intertwined as we stared at the sight of my ring on his finger.



The impact of what happened seemed to hit us both at the same time. He leaned down as I arched up, our mouths meeting halfway in a desperate kiss.



There was so much emotion in that one embrace. It was bliss kissing my fiancé, my Edward.



Catching the look in Edward’s eyes, I realized I may have asked the question, but he looked like he was the one that captured the prize.







Unique

We spent the day wrapped around one another, always touching or caressing. We just couldn’t stop.



We remained in constant contact as we moved from room to room. There were moments of respite as we gave our bodies time to recuperate, but they were short lived. Our need to be together, to be as one, seemed to outweigh all others. His unique flavor helped to fuel my desire while my agile fingers fueled his.



It was nearly two in the morning before we finally passed out from exhaustion and hunger. Thankfully, we had all day Sunday to replenish our strength.