Posted: 10 August, 2015

AN 1: I'm ba-ack!

So, there's some adult content this chapter. Feel free to skim over that if it's not your cup of tea—like, when it gets too racy for you, start scrolling down to the next line break to escape it. Or just above the line break. (Actually, never mind, inserted 'SEXY TIMES' start and end of that part for the delicate flowers among my readers.)

I actually blushed a bit writing this one, mainly because I've never written—or imagined writing—phone sex before. But yup, I went there. It's … an interesting dynamic.

"So, guess what I did today?"

"Do I want to know?" Jasper asked from the other end of the line. "Because if it involves the unholy alliance of Peter and Sirius, well…"

Alice laughed, because yes, those two were a match made in hell or somewhere equally wicked.

When Bella had finally made it to Denali to be changed, Peter was waiting. And once the change was started, Alice knew it was time for her to leave, before Bella awoke a bloodthirsty newborn.

Somehow, during the mere hour he'd been there —Peter's gift allowed him to be uncannily punctual at times— Peter and Sirius had met and hit it off, in a double-trouble sort of way.

Sirius had already been set on accompanying Alice when she left, so she wouldn't be alone. Jasper had reluctantly agreed to Edward's request he stay and help with Bella, being the most skilled with newborns. Peter, upon hearing of Sirius's plans, had decided to tag along with Alice too. Apparently he had nothing better to do, since Charlotte had banished him for a month after he thought it would be a good idea to give the alligators free run of the house while she was out. It was … not a good idea at all, it turned out.

The result of all this was that Alice found herself road-tripping across America with two of the most mischievous vampires in the world. The experience was alternately hilarious and horrifying.

"It doesn't involve Peter," she told Jasper.

"Sirius though?"

"Mhmm." She collapsed back on her hotel room bed, wincing at the mirrored ceiling—Peter and Sirius really shouldn't be allowed to choose their accommodations. "And I know you're still hesitant, because Merlin knows Sirius can cause a headache just on his own, but I'm going to tell you anyway."

"Oh?"

"Yep. I had a godfather-goddaughter chat with him this afternoon while Peter was out doing…" She paused, considering. "You know, I'm not sure what? He mentioned something about pink food dye, blue cheese and lamas."

"…I don't think I want to know."

"Me either," Alice agreed. "So. Godfather-goddaughter chat. I got to witness the first vampire heart attack."

"Vampires can't get heart attacks."

"That's what I though too. And yet Sirius very clearly clutched at his chest and collapsed in the marshmallow pool."

"Marshmallow pool?"

Alice squinted off to one side. "You probably don't want to know that either. I wish I could un-know it."

"Right." There was a slight chuckle across the line. "So what prompted this 'heart attack'?"

Alice was silent for a moment. "I told him our contingency plan. The whole 'you can change me if it's life-or-death' thing. He needed to know in case, you know, something happens while we're travelling. I also mentioned that we've talked about it, and I'm considering the change as more than a last-resort option."

"Ah," Jasper breathed out. "I see. He didn't take it well?"

"No, it's not that. Not quite. He was… He was mostly just surprised."

"Heart attack-level surprised?"

"Shocked then. He was shocked. It's kind of a big deal." She curled up on her side and closed her eyes. "Magic is… It's life, to us. Losing it is extremely rare, generally the result of a dark, magically-binding contract being broken. I didn't realise," she said in a hushed tone, "but Sirius tells me the suicide rate for those who suffer magic-loss is somewhere around ninety-eight percent."

Jasper sucked in a sharp breath. "Damn, I wish I was there with you."

"Me too," she murmured.

"You won't…" He trailed off and there was a sound, very faintly, like he was dragging one hand through his hair. "You have to know I'll support whatever you choose. I want forever with you, of course I do. But darlin', don't you ever dare to choose it on my account. Not if—"

"I know," she cut him off, but her tone was soft. She blinked her eyes open and rolled onto her back again, feet dangling off the edge of the bed. "And if I decide to be changed, emergency contingency aside, it'll be for me. Because I want it, and it's something I think I can live with."

"Good," he said roughly.

"Love you," Alice whispered.

"Love you."

As Alice stared at the blatantly suggestive mirror above, an idea occurred to her, a way to break tense mood. "So … what are you wearing?" she asked whimsically.

There was a pause. "Really darlin'?" Jasper asked in a mirthful tone. "Really?"

Alice collapsed into giggles.

"…Jeans, boots and a black shirt."

Alice's giggles abruptly cut off as she gasped. She blinked up at her wide-eyed reflection, and then her lips curled in a smile.

"And you?" Jasper asked.

"A dress."

"Which one?"

"A new one. You haven't seen it before."

"Describe it to me."

"Hmm, well, it's pale blue. There's black, ivy-patterned embroidered round the hems. Mid-thigh, sweetheart neckline, capped sleeves."

"I'm sure you're beautiful in it."

Alice pressed the fingers of her free hand to her smile.

"What else are you wearing?"

"Um…" She looked herself over in the mirror. "A navy blue ribbon holding my hair back. Well, trying. I really miss your braiding skills."

"What else?"

"Well, nothing. Except my underwear of course."

"Describe this underwear to me," Jasper drawled.

Alice licked her lips, grinning like a loon. "I'm not sure I remember," she teased.

"Well, there's an easy way to fix that. Take off the dress."

"But that wouldn't be fair, would it?" she said coyly. "Me nearly-naked here, and you fully-dressed over there. No, no, no. I want those jeans, boots and shirt off in exchange, mister."

"Well," Jasper said with clearly-faked reluctance, "I suppose that's fair enough."

She could hear the slight rustle of fabric across the line, the thud of boots being tossed aside. She giggled for a moment, hardly believing they were doing this. But then she shrugged and sat up, stripping her dress off and laying it over the back of a chair where it wouldn't wrinkle.

"Do you remember now, darlin'?"

Alice looked down —not that she'd really forgotten of course— and hummed. "White lace, little purple bows on the sides. You know the one."

Jasper groaned. "Sheer. Front-clasping."

"That's right." She'd aimed for a chirpy tone but it had come out a little bit breathier.

"And are you wearing the matching panties? Those barely-there things."

Alice trailed a hand across her hip. The purple satin ribbon was smooth under her fingertips. The lace it threaded through was a little rougher. She liked the contrast.

"You're touching them," Jasper murmured, surprising her at first until she remembered: vampire hearing.

"I am," she whispered back. The earlier giddiness had faded and her tone was unintentionally breathless, seductive, as she asked, "Anywhere else you'd like me to touch?"

"Fuck," Jasper said. He gave a strained laugh. "We really gonna do this?"

Alice took a deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. "Yeah, I think we are. I just… I've missed you. A lot."

"I know. Me too." Jasper cleared his throat. "So, then. Unclip that pretty bra of yours Alice."

Her fingers found the clasp in front and unhooked it.

(SEXY TIMES START HERE)

"Good," Jasper murmured.

"Should I take it off?"

"No, no need." His tone was deep, dark, smooth. "I wanna picture you with it hanging off your shoulders, open, pushed apart and framing your breasts."

Alice swallowed. "Okay," she whispered.

"Put your hands on your stomach for me sweetheart."

Alice fumbled a bit, before wedging the phone between her shoulder and her ear. Her hands settled hesitantly on her stomach, just over her belly button.

"Now, slowly smooth them upwards. Slowly. No rush."

"What about you?" she asked.

There was a husky chuckle. "Oh darlin', you asked me to take my jeans off."

"Oh," she realised, because Jasper wasn't generally one for underwear. "You're naked."

"I am. And while your hands are smoothing up— How far have you gotten sweetheart?"

"Um, just under…"

"Hmm, cup them for me, but don't touch your nipples."

Alice closed her eyes and did so. "Your hands?"

"Right. While yours are wandering upwards darlin', mine are wandering down. They're on my thighs now. You know how hard it is not to touch myself, listening to every hitch of your breathing, every brush of your hands on your skin, imagining what you look like right now?" Then he said, "Pinch your nipples for me. Gently."

She did so without thought, and let out a soft cry.

"Yes, fuck, just like that." Jasper took a deep, unneeded breath. "Where are you?"

She looked around. "Um, in, in my hotel room. On my bed."

"Lie down for me. Good, good," he crooned, obviously hearing her move. "Now pinch a little harder sweetheart. Can you do that for me?"

"Oh! Yes, I—"

"Now roll them between your fingers."

Alice did so, tossing her head back and shutting her eyes again. She'd started this as a joke, yes, and never expected it to go anywhere. But if she had, she didn't think she could have anticipated how erotic it was. She was alone but for Jasper's voice, his direction, his commands, telling her how to pleasure herself.

She liked it.

A lot.

"I can hear it, you know," Jasper murmured in her ear. "The bedsprings, creaking just slightly. What's making them creak, darlin'?"

She frowned, unsure, and so blinked her eyes open. She stared up at her own reflection for a few uncomprehending moments, hardly able to believe that heavy-lidded, sensual woman was really her. Then her gaze dragged down her form, and she realised—

"My hips," she confessed. "They're…"

"Moving? Rocking? Like they would if I was making love to you?"

"Y-yes."

"You want, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Take off your panties for me."

Alice's breath caught. She hurried to obey. She lifted her hips and shoved the lace down, wriggling till they were over her knees, her ankles, and finally kicked aside. She didn't much care where they had ended up. Her hands fluttered over her body, not sure whether to touch.

"On those restless hips," Jasper said in a husky tone, as if sensing her uncertainty. "Your hands. Rest them there. Now drag your nails down your thighs for me. Yes, just like that. How you feeling right now darlin'?"

Alice huffed, half-laugh half-moan. "On fire. I feel on fire. I wanna touch myself. Won't you let me touch myself?"

He hissed.

"Jasper?"

"Right," he said roughly. "Restraint. Gone."

Alice's breath caught. "Are you—"

"Touching myself? Oh yeah."

"Can I?"

Jasper groaned. "Will you say pretty please?" he joked.

"Pretty please," she said at once. "Please, please, please can I touch myself?"

Another, deeper groan. "Yes, fuck, okay. Just. Bring one hand back up darling. Back up to those lovely breasts of yours."

"Uh-huh."

"You know what to do there. Just how I told you before."

"Yeah, I—" She bit her lip and moaned faintly, pinching first, gently then more insistent, occasionally rolling the taut bud between her fingertips. "Jasper," she sighed.

"Good, sweetheart. You're so good," Jasper said in a low, rough tone. "Your other hand, slide it down, between those other lips of yours. How does it feel?"

Alice bit her lip, and confessed, "Slick. Wet." She giggled when Jasper cursed. But then she was suddenly able to hear the rhythmic sounds of Jasper's hand, working himself, and she moaned as a finger slipped across her clit.

"There. Touch yourself there again."

"Just there?" Alice asked. "I want—"

"I think I know what you want." Jasper's voice was sinfully deep, underscored by a low growl. "And you know I'd never leave you wanting sweetheart, right?"

"Never," she agreed. He never had. He always … satisfied.

"So slide a finger up inside yourself for me."

She whined.

"Another?"

"Yes, yes."

"Another. You know what to do now. And the heel of your palm," he grit out, the sounds of friction on his end growing faster, more desperate. "Grind it against your clit."

Alice threw her head back, moaning. She thrust her fingers into herself as deep as she could, over and over, heel of her palm grinding just how Jasper said. Her other hand was desperate at her breast, pinching harder and harder at her nipple, tugging it sharply. But it wasn't enough.

"I need, I need," she stammered.

"You need to come for me now," Jasper growled.

And just like that, Alice's back arched off the bed, her breath caught in a near-silent scream as she came. And in her ear, she heard Jasper groan loud and long and knew she wasn't the only one.

It was long moments before Alice came back to herself, breathing finally beginning to slow and calm. Jasper was crooning soothing nonsense into her ear, just to let her know he was still there. She blinked dazedly, and when she realised what she was looking at —the reflection of herself, flushed with afterglow, one hand buried between her thighs and the other cupping her a breast with a worried-red nipple— she found herself giggling even as her cheeks flushed redder.

(SEXY TIMES END HERE)

"Alright sweetheart?" Jasper asked in a fond tone.

"So alright," she confided.

He laughed. Then, after a moment's pause, asked, "Is that blue ribbon still in your hair?"

"Mhmm. Just barely."

"Take it out and tie it around your wrist."

Confused, Alice nonetheless sleepily obeyed. It looped thrice around her wrist before she tied the end in a bow.

"I want you to leave it there and, every time you see it, to think of me."

Alice smiled sleepily. "Okay," she said, then paused to yawn. "That sounds nice."

"You're tired," Jasper said softly.

"Yeah."

"Go to sleep sweetheart. I love you."

"Hmm. Love you too."

The next morning, Sirius gave Alice a suspicious look when she joined them for breakfast in the hotel dining room. Well, she had breakfast. They just pretended so as to keep her company.

"Morning," she chirped.

"Something's different," Sirius said, eyes narrowed. "I don't know what, but I think I don't like it."

Peter looked up from the newspaper he'd been graffitiing with impromptu moustaches on faces, and cocked an eyebrow. "She looks like she got laid," he said bluntly, making Sirius's eyes bug out.

"Peter," Alice hissed. She tried to look angry, she really did. But her wide smile and flushed cheeks just wouldn't cooperate.

"I'd ask if I should be angry on Jasper's behalf, but my inner Miss Cleo says you had a lengthy —and probably very naughty— phone call from the Major last night." He waggled his eyebrows and smirked. "Am I right?"

"No," Sirius whimpered. "Peter, I thought we were pals. Why would you say that in front of me?"

"'Cause I knew your reaction would be fucking hilarious," Peter said unrepentantly, grinned, and then went back to scribbling a unibrow on the face of an officious looking woman on the front page.

Sirius, meanwhile, tried with little success to garrotte himself with the tablecloth.

Alice rolled her eyes at both of them. She turned her attention back to breakfast, though her gaze often wandered to her beribboned wrist, bringing a secret smile to her lips.

Soon enough Peter's 'banishment' was lifted and he said his goodbyes and headed back home to his mate's side.

This left Sirius and Alice on their own. Somehow, seemingly a natural progression, their travel route left America behind and they found themselves heading towards England, Alice apparating both them past those pesky border and custom checks.

"Weird, right?" Sirius said.

"Really weird," Alice agreed.

They were standing side-by-side on a sidewalk in London, on Charing Cross Road to be precise. Their heads were cocked at identical perplexed angles, and their faces screwed up in similar expressions of distaste. They were staring at an accountant's office.

"It's like the opposite of the Leaky Cauldron, the opposite of magical. It's all numbers and order and boring muggle stuff."

Alice nodded. "I … don't like it. Let's go somewhere else?"

Sirius grimaced and agreed.

A short time later they found themselves on a bench in one of London's parks, taking advantage of the overcast sky and throwing bread to ducks.

"So…" Sirius finally said.

Alice gave him a sidelong look. "You're uncomfortable. You're almost never uncomfortable. You're too shameless for it." She considered those facts. "That leaves two possibilities, and one's more likely to have you screeching in horror and clawing at your eyes, if past experience is to be trusted."

Sirius shuddered, and visibly repressed the implied 'Alice and sex' subject.

"Which means this is about that topic you've studiously avoided since I mentioned it."

"I haven't been avoiding. There's nothing to avoid. I am calm and composed and in control."

Alice snorted. "Sirius, you had a heart attack." She paused. "Well, a psychosomatic heart attack, according to Carlisle."

"…Okay, fine, maybe not completely calm. But it's kind of a big deal!"

"Yes, I do realise that."

"I just…" Sirius huffed and threw out another handful of bread. "Are you sure?"

"No. You know I'm not. Hence the 'still thinking about it' thing."

"Right. Of course." He tossed away the last of his bread and then slumped back on the bench, hands in his pockets. "I don't want to lose you," he confessed.

She frowned. "Do you mean to magic-loss prompted suicide, or my mortality?"

Sirius gave a sad chuckle. "Exactly." He took a deep breath and straightened, turning towards her with a rare sober expression. "Anything you need to know about—" He swallowed hard. "About losing your magic. Anything you need to know to help you make your choice, just ask. And anything you'll need to deal with whatever you decide, I'll give that too."

Alice blinked back tears, then leaned over to give him a sideways hug. "You're kind of the most awesome godfather in multiple universes, you know that right?"

"Yeah?" he chuckled, pleased, hugging her back.

"Without a doubt. And … there are a couple of things that you could help me with. Things that'd make my choice easier."

Sirius didn't hesitate. "Name it."

AN 2:

Before I continue, I've got two possible paths for this fic to go from here. I say two, because my initial plan was that Alice loses her magic like Sirius but keeps a gift (prophecy in her case—duh). But I've had quite a few messages from people who aren't totally cool with that idea.

So I put it to you, dear readers. There's a poll on my profile page, or just let me know in a review, whatever.

DO YOU WANT ALICE TO KEEP HER MAGIC? Y/N?

Reviews make me happy (hint, hint).