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17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

I’m taking prompts for “honey just put your sweet lips on my lips” again and this is the first new one-shot in the collection! Second prompt coming soon in a separate post; under a read more for length and touchy vampires (or read on ao3)

Even after she moves in, Jasper and Eva don’t spend every waking moment interacting with each other. While sometimes they may work together on a project for an entire night or just talk for hours, reveling in the joy of sharing secrets with a trusted companion, their conversations interrupted only by kisses, that is not always the case. Some nights, they prefer to curl up next to each other on the couch, just to read in comfortable silence and enjoy each other’s company. And sometimes they simply work on their own endeavors in separate rooms for most of the night until dawn begins to approach and they retire to bed together—yet even on those nights spent mostly apart, there is always time for at least a few words of affection and a kiss goodnight as they cuddle beneath the blankets of their too-small bed.

So it is not unusual for Eva to work on her own for a while until she decides to seek out Jasper wherever he is in what has quickly become theirhaven. On this particular night, with only a few more hours until sunrise, she finds him standing alone in the library, flipping through an old leather bound book. She watches him for a moment, taking in the look of concentration on his face, the way his long fingers trace across the ink on the page as he reads, the way his tongue darts out to absentmindedly lick his fangs while he thinks. Her eyes linger on him, always eager to discover the endearing little things about him she has yet to learn.

“Hey,” she finally says, drawing his attention as she leans in the archway to the circular room. 

Jasper looks up from the book in his hands and his eyes light up at the sight of her. They’ve been living together for weeks now but he still seems to brighten every time he sees her face.

“Hi,” he says in return, smiling as he shuts the book.

She moves toward him, her bare feet padding lightly across the concrete floor, her movements easy and relaxed. She stops in front of him and smirks as she looks up at his gaunt face.

“You should blush for me.”

Eva is all effortless flirtation, but Jasper’s shock at her words is so easy to read—his smile falls instantly, his brow furrows, his eyes blink, his whole face seems to react at once—as he tries to process her request. He is still getting used to her, acclimating himself to how open and honest she can be about what she wants. And despite her nightly reminders, he is even less accustomed to the idea that what she wants is him.

“I… what?”

Eva’s smile never falters as she looks up at him.

“If you’re feeling up to it,” she says, reaching out to place her hands on his chest, “I’d like to take you to bed, Jasper.”

“I, uh… I thought you had, um, thaumaturgy… stuff to do… tonight.” He turns over each word before it leaves his mouth and Eva watches him think, watches as he glances between her bright blue eyes, her soft lips, her pale fingers resting against his dark hoodie.

“I’m done with my work for now and I thought we could… have a little fun tonight,” she answers, her own voice so much steadier than his, “There’s so much of you I haven’t gotten to explore yet.”

“Oh, uh…”

She flusters him to no end sometimes. Even after weeks spent together—sharing a haven, sharing a bed, sharing pleasure in so many forms—Eva knows he’s still adjusting to the concept of being desired.

“If you’re not… in the mood tonight,” she adds gently, “That’s fine. But I wanted you to know that I am… just in case you are.”

“I, um…” Jasper swallows, trying to regain his composure. “I’d—I’d be alright with… that.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, “I wouldn’t want you to say yes… just for my sake. I want to make you feel good, Jasper… but only if you want me to.”

“I’d… like that,” he finally says, nodding down at her lovely face.

“You’re not too busy?” She tilts her head toward the book in his hand as her fingers toy with the front of his hoodie where it lies open across his t-shirt.

“Not at all.” He slips the book back into place on the shelf. “I was done. Just… browsing.”

“And you’re sure you want to?”

“Yeah… I’m sure.”

“Then blush for me,” Eva requests again, another soft smile spreading across her face.

Jasper takes a deep breath and she can feel his chest rise and fall under her hands as he forces his lungs to remember what it feels like to function. His heart restarts with a jolt, his body shuddering into Blush of Life as he gasps for enough air. She can feel his heartbeat—quick but steady—under her palm, as warmth slowly returns to him. 

She strokes the spot over his heart and waits for him to catch his breath before asking, “How do you feel?”

“A little hungrier,” he admits, “But I’ll be alright.”

“As long as you’re alright.”

And then she goes up on her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips are warm against hers and she revels in that simple contrast. She feels his hands settle on her hips as his tongue traces the sharp edge of one of her fangs. She smiles against him as a new idea—one that is foolish and childish and wonderful for it—strikes her.

Eva doesn’t pull away, but as they kiss, she moves her hands down his chest until he reaches the hem of his t-shirt. Without warning or pause, she slips her still-cold hands under his shirt and presses them just below his rib cage.

In a fight—or seemingly any other scenario—Jasper is never surprised. But the touch of her icy fingers against his slowly warming skin catches him off guard. He breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp and pulls back. 

Eva can’t help the grin that spreads across her face at the sight of him like this. It’s something new to discover, to cherish, and this kind of shock looks so very human on him. She giggles as his eyes meet hers. 

“What was that for?” he asks, tone caught somewhere between affronted and amused.

“I said I wanted to explore,” she teases, trailing her fingers along the edge of his ribs and watching the slight shiver that runs through him.

Jasper huffs out a growled laugh as he reaches down to fish her hands out from under his shirt, wrapping his long fingers around her wrists to hold her hands away from his bare skin. He lifts them to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to the back of each one. 

“You can explore all you want,” he says, “But I’m going to have to insist on warm hands… At least while I’m blushed.”

“Fair enough,” she concedes before closing her eyes to focus. She takes a few deep, steady breaths and reminds her heart what it feels like to beat. It is far easier for her, she knows, to slip into Blush of Life—her Beast does not fight her quite so viciously as his own sometimes does, her body needs only a little guidance to recall what life once felt like—but a tremor still runs through her as her lungs take the first breath she doesn’t need to force. When her pulse returns and evens out, she knows Jasper can feel it where his fingers grip her wrists. “Better?”

“Much,” he answers, placing another set of tender kisses against the backs of her hands as warmth spreads through her body. “And now I can make you feel good, too.”

Eva smiles—she can’t seem to stop doing that lately, he brings it out in her—and leans up to kiss him again before shifting her hand against his to intertwine their fingers. 

“Come on,” she says, tugging him away from the bookshelves and out into the rest of the haven, “I was told I get to explore as much as I want… and I intend to do just that.”

Jasper lets out a pleased growl—one tinged with want and hunger and anticipation—and follows without hesitation as Eva, giggling and near giddy with excitement, pulls him into their bedroom.

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