I Own Anything That Stephenie Meyer Does Not... Like Corn Pops!

x Stevie

Session Three, This Must Be Love

"So I think it all stems from my fear of janitors. Is that irrational? Is the fear of janitors wrong?" Janet the Janitor phobic rocked back and forth, staring at me earnestly.

"I guess not. They have brooms." I sighed, pretending to write down an evaluation on my paper pad. Really it was a caricature of Janet eating a potato. Her head was lumpy like a potato. It seemed to fit.

"So I'm not insane?" She asked hopefully.

"You're in an asylum." I reminded her. "And you stabbed your mother with a fork until she was unconscious."

This had been happening a lot lately. Me being cranky and frank with my patients, not fork stabbings.

"Oh. Right." Janet frowned. "I forgot."

There was a knock on the door, and Janet sky rocketed through the ceiling. Felix opened the door, and Janet stood up.

"I'll see you later, Dr. Cullen." She said, winking.

"Not if I shoot myself first." I said under my breath, and threw the paper pad into a random desk drawer. "Who's next?"

"That short loud one." Felix said. He grimaced. "She hasn't stopped talking since her last appointment. Can you believe it? She gave me fashion tips!"

That sounded like Alice. From what I heard, she had ripped up her sheets and used twisted pieces of hair to tie them together, making her own dress. Ever since she...bit me I had had a stronger feeling of knowing who she was. Alice was happy, like a baby, a puppy, and an amusement park all wrapped into one. But she'd seen a lot, even if she couldn't remember it.

"That's a good thing." I said. "Bring her in."

Felix left out into the hallway. A moment later he returned with Alice.

She was beautiful; radiant. Felix left, and Alice stayed in the doorway, her deep blue eyes dark. We stayed like that for a long moment. Still, that is. She looked tense and... nervous? But who was I to tell people what they felt? A lot of the times I put the words in my patients mouths and sent them on their merry way. What was with me today?!

She smiled and shut the door. There was something extremely... off about her. Her skin seemed ashen, and her body somehow thinner, like she was about to slip through the cracks in the floor and float off into the streets or something. "Uh..."

"Come in, Alice." I said, standing up. "Don't act like a stranger."

She gave a weak smile and started towards the couch. She sat down and looked at her hands. What the... Why was she being so timid?! We'd already established that she was a bloodsucking vampire, and I wanted to be a part of everything she did. What more could she need?

"Um..." She started, before I could speak. "I need your help."

"What with?"

She patted the cushion next to her, and gave me a smile. I tried not to run to her. Ever since she, well, bit me, I'd wanted more. So much more. If she had to drain every drop from my veins I'd take it. Was that weird to want? Not to me. I sat down on the couch next to her, feeling something... weird ball up in my stomach.

Nerves? Anticipation? Was this what it felt like to have butterflies in your stomach? I'd always wondered how the butterflies didn't dissolve in the stomach acid...

"Jasper..." Alice mumbled. "I-I-I... want to, um..." She looked at my face, into my eyes, and gulped. She took my hand, and slowly rolled up the sleeve of my shirt until my wrist was reveled. Two identical punctures were there, healing fast. Without a word, she brought my wrist up to her mouth, leaving it just a few centimeters away. My breath was coming in unsteadily. So close...

She traced the punctures with her fingers and then gently kissed my wrist. Alice set it back down, and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, masking my disappointment with concern. I wanted her teeth in my skin. I wanted to feel vulnerable again. But she wasn't going to let it happen.

"I want to leave." She finally said, meeting me full on in the eyes. "I want to get out of this place and be with you."

My heart strings seemed to twang then. Something they never did. Ever.

"Alice..." I trailed, feeling my soul darken. "You can't leave until you're cured."

"But I'm not sick!" She shouted, her eyes tearing. "I can't stay here anymore, Jasper! You need to understand! I need to let you understand! Things are going to happen! Horrible things! I don't want to go there! I don't want to be like that!"

Alice began to sob then, harsh and ripping, mixed in with my name and some words I didn't think were even English. She grabbed on to my shirt, and dragged herself to my face, resting her head in the crook of my neck. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, and pulled her closer. The sobbing stopped immediately, but she was still. Too still.

Then I felt it. The cold fear of being pray settled in. The feeling Emmett must have felt when he saw the bear. The same feeling that I felt pinpoint on my exposed pale throat. Oh no.

"Oh God..." Alice whispered, one hand shakily tracing a line down my neck. It made me shiver. I tried to remind myself that I wanted to be bitten seconds earlier, but the thought kept drowning in fear. My breaths were coming in heaves. Big. Fearful. Heaves. "I want you."

There was nothing I could say. The words I tried to express were submerged, unable to surface. I could feel her breath on me. She was that close. So close. I was going to die. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! Oh God... Oh God!!

She bit me.

"OH GOD!!!" I cried, freezing like before. But this was bigger. Way bigger. I didn't want to keep anything to myself. I wanted to rip off my pants and have sex with Alice. That's being blunt. I wanted to take her away. Away from the asylum, Forks, Washington, America, Earth... Away from everything bad.

But that didn't mean my body wasn't doing some weird things. We'd slid down the couch, Alice lying on me, her mouth viced to my throat. With each pull I moaned a feeble moan, like I was dying from pleasure. But it didn't feel like I was dying. Besides that, I was sporting a monster erection that was threatening to ruin my good pants. And then there was my hand. The one Alice has bit. It was burning like the one on my neck. A good burn, like Icy Hot.

Without thinking, I grabbed Alice's hips, and raised mine to grind into her hospital gown. She moaned into my neck, and let go of my shoulders to undo my belt. I thought nothing of it. In fact, more friction was what I needed. My pants slid off to my ankles with ease, and Alice let go of my neck.

She was straddling me, lips smeared with my blood. I wanted more. So much more. There was a burning all over my body. I needed her touch. I needed to be with her. I needed Alice forever.

And I needed her naked.

Not a second thought was spared. She started ripping shirt buttons while i tried to slip her gown over her head. I ignoring the feeling of her bandages as I grabbed at the arm holes of the gave up on my buttons, so I took up where she left off, hands trembling. Alice was quicker than me. She pulled off her shirt revealing her bare torso, and hospital regiment granny panties. She was perfect for me.

I've never been one for porn, preferring natural girls, and that's what Alice was. Her skin was never ending creamy pale, and flawless. Her breasts were small, but not too small. A C cup at least. I wanted to hold her for the rest of eternity. Mine. She was mine now. Alice needed to know who she belonged to.

"Jazzy." She breathed as my shirt fell away. We stared at each others naked torsos like morons for a long moment. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take her away. She needed to know she was mine. She wasn't alone. She was mine. And I loved her.

I grabbed Alice and pressed her to me tightly, loving the way she felt in my arms. The way her breasts felt against me. The way her lips fit over mine. The way our heights were perfect for each other. The way my blood tasted in her mouth... Don't knock it till you try it.

"Alice... would you like to-"

"Yes, Jasper!" She said, putting her leg over me. I felt her hot core on me through our underwear and couldn't take it. I shook out of the rest of my clothes, not giving my Alice time to see me naked. I crawled on top of her and slid her underwear down. Then it was like clockwork.

I knew what I was doing even though I'd hardly ever done it before. I positioned myself over her, kissed her cheek, then her mouth, and then I entered my love. She was a virgin. I could not only feel it, and hear her muffled cry, but I knew from the beginning. She was afraid. It made me feel guilty about how good the first thrust had felt, and instantly thank God I hadn't made any noise to indicate it.

"Are you alright?" I asked, wiping away her tears. She bit her red lip and nodded. "I love you."

She smiled so wide her tears seemed to evaporate. "I love you too. Too much."

I started to rock my hips, in, out, in out. A good pace. But as it got more and more heated, I went faster and faster. Alice was making high pitched huffing sounds, grabbing my hair. I was making sounds too, I assume, but next to her there was no noise. All I could see was her face. And her face made me wonder. In numerous sessions no patient had ever made me so much as twitch a real smile, and in three Alice had found a way into my pants. I felt a little pathetic at that, and over all it looked terrible for me. Except there was something undeniable about how right this was.

There was no way I belonged with anyone but Alice, and it wasn't something I really needed to over think. We were simply meant to be. There was no waiting needed. And the fact that I hadn't seen it the moment our eyes met made me feel stupid.

Alice was gasping for breath as I worked my mouth down her neck, tried to steady my pace and draw this out. Our first time. It felt like my first time ever. I was eager, sitting on top of something so overpowering. My Alice. My one. The thing that was missing in my life.

She was clawing at my back, and it's safe to say I could feel the pain.

"Ja- Jas- per- G-G...ungh!" She gasped, looking at me. I kissed all the way down her front, leaving her as I did, until I was at the bottom of her ribcage. She whimpered, and squirmed. But I couldn't stay like that for long. Slowly, I dragged my bottom lip over her skin until I reached her neck. Then impulse took over.

I entered her again while nipping her neck at the same time. She moaned loudly, and took my wrist, licking the fading teeth marks. The feeling it created was near incapacitating. In fact, it was incapacitating. I accidentally bit down harder on her, causing Alice to take a delicate bite from my wrist. Some sensual sensation took over, nearly knocking me off the couch.

We both came, biting each other hard. Alice clenched tight around me, her little legs crossing behind my lower back. It wasn't until then that I realized something very important. It was an internal FUCK moment. While Alice sighed, and relaxed, I began to panic. I loved Alice, but facts were facts.

I wasn't wearing a condom.

A/N: Funny place to stop, but I'm exhausted.