Alice's palpable desire equaled his own, and it was truly a wonder Jasper was capable of remaining coherent in such moments. This, for him, rivaled the smell of human blood in terms of intoxication. And naturally there would also be some biting going on soon, induced by hunger of a very different sort than what was normally associated with said blood; meant to bring pleasure.

His acute senses might as well have been nonexistent when it came to their surroundings—Alice was all that existed for him, all that he could focus on. Not even the slightly revolting smell of salted butter could spoil this moment. Alice's outer clothes were discarded in a few precise, practised motions, and with a little less force than she'd used on his. Several buttons merely fell and scattered about their feet, followed by the rent material, and at the same moment he bent to press his lips to her neck, his hands sliding down her bare sides.

"Oh, I think we'll have to keep these around for a while," he murmured appreciatively as he hooked his fingers into the delicate, lacy waistband of her panties. He took care to undress her the rest of the way without ripping anything more, trailing teasing kisses down her body as he knelt to pull off her shoes and socks as well because they're not shooting a porno here. Between them his own clothes soon found their way to the floor before he easily lifted her and carried her to the waiting bed with a heady laugh.


(And thus the reason for Jasper's constant bedhead despite never sleeping was explained.)


((Fade to black whenever you want. XD And we can pick up wherever, or consider the thread done. I'll assume they eventually hit the library after a few days sometime afterward?))