A/N: I had no intention of publishing this yet, but I heard today via Ashley Greene's Twitter that Jackson got hurt yesterday somehow on set, and I wanted to honor him in my own weird way. This is my first Jalice fic, hope you enjoy it!!! Thanks to LittleLea05 for being my beta for me!!! Love ya, gal.

Disclaimer: I don't own this. Sadness.

Our first kiss was raw, powerful, intense. My bare shoulders dug into the brick wall, and it hurt, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop him. He was kissing me like he was a starving man and I was his first taste in centuries. My arms wound tightly around his neck as he devoured me. I whimpered as his tongue massaged mine, sucking on it gently.

I was on fire. His hands were everywhere; in my hair, against my breasts, cupping my ass.

He hoisted me up against the wall, so that my legs could wrap around his waist. Finally, after years of fantasizing about this exact moment, I could feel him against me completely. I ground myself against him, and he pinned me against the wall, bringing us that much closer. It still wasn't enough. I had waited my whole life for this moment, and I was suddenly greedy for more. I'd never get enough of him.

I wove my fingers through his hair as he pulled his mouth away from mine and began biting and sucking at my neck. His hot tongue traced trails up and down the column of my neck, paying particular attention to the spot just behind my ear. His heavy breathing sent spikes of pleasure through my body. He was grunting and moaning, spurring me on. I tugged on his wavy, honey blonde hair, and he growled like some sort of wild animal.

It felt too good. I was soaking wet for him, and this was just stoking the fire. I ground against him again, and he moaned against my neck.

His lips found mine again, and this kiss was just as searing as the first. I was crawling out of my skin, trying to get as close as possible.

The alley was filled with the sounds of the club just beyond the shut door behind us, and our breathless pants for air.

"Jasper," I moaned, and he thrust himself hard against me, making my toes curl involuntarily, just thinking about the possibilities. Not such a gentleman now, are you? I thought to myself. Thank God.