It's quickly becoming apparent to Jasper that he's already accustomed to the way her emotions twine together and swirl out from her when she isn't hiding them from him, and that he'd miss them if they were gone. Moving with her like this, it's easy to lose himself in her heat and her coils of feeling, and the surprise shows on his face as his restraint slips and he's pushed over the edge.

He's never shied away from meeting her eyes and he doesn't look away now, still focused so much on everything her as he crests and subsides in a sharp-edged wave. He doesn't make any move to shift her, either, hands still carefully secure on her shoulders as he lets out a slow exhale and leans into the kiss. He doesn't get tired, doesn't get sore or need to shift position, he can stay like this with her as long as she wants.

But he will smile and trail his lips along her mouth to kiss the edge of her jaw, with a satisfied little sound. "Alice did not make a mention of any of that," he murmurs against her skin. "Little minx that she is."