Warm Glow, Flooding Energy, Burning Feelings
Pairing(s): Alice Cullen/Bella Swan/Jasper Hale
Summary: While the rest of the Cullens decorate the main home, Bella and Jasper help Alice decorate their small cottage just a short walk into the woods away, with some distractions along the way.
Warnings: Smut, mild kink, sir kink, miss/ma’am kink, service kink, dom/sub, discipline
Additional Tags: Christmas fluff & smut, Christmas decorations, Christmas tree, bisexual Alice Cullen, vampire Bella Swan, Jasper Hale is not a confederate soldier, Alice Cullen/Bella Swan/Jasper Hale are mates, bisexual Bella Swan, adult Bella Swan, brat Bella Swan, horny Bella Swan, dom Alice Cullen, canon divergence, Jasper Hale's powers, vampires, vampire sex, inappropriate use of Jasper Hale's ability, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, fingerfucking, forehead kisses, Christmas kisses, kissing, neck kissing, gentle kissing, French kissing, girls kissing, post-canon, switch Jasper Hale, scent kink, scents & smells, praise kink, trust kink, cheek kisses, light dom/sub, decorating the Christmas tree, fluff and smut, romantic fluff
4.5k words / oneshot
"D’you think we’re almost finished out here, sweet pixie?" Her husband calls out gently from below, barely raising his voice above his regular speaking volume, and still, it causes Alice to finally stay in one spot, on her tiptoes on the roof, adjusting the Christmas lights perfectly along the eaves until she’s ready to staple-gun them into place. Poking her tongue out the corner of her lips as she puts in the last few staples, she mumbles a drawn out "Almooosst…" before finally tacking the last string of lights in place, hopping down from the roof with a beaming prideful grin and declaring, "All done!" With a joint happy sigh, she watches her pride and cheer start to radiate through him too, clapping her hands together and hopping up for a moment to lay a kiss to sweetly smiling lips, though she breaks into giddy giggles soon enough when Jasper locks his arms around her waist and keeps her aloft, "Let’s check in on our lavender, huh, darlin’?" "Mhm! Are you my ride, cowboy?" Another, more flirtatious, giggle escapes her as her empty hand strokes through the ends of his hair. "As always, ma’am."
