Jasper X Reader (Female)

Chapter 5

A feeling of dread and pure exhaustion overcomes you as you haul yourself off of the bed.
"Jasper fucked me," you whisper to yourself. Your mind is racing, wondering what the hell you were thinking. Having sex with an alien was one of the weirdest things you can now say you've done.
You turn towards where you thought Jasper was, to find a fluffed up pillow with a massive dent in it. A wave of relief hit you, how can you face Jasper after last night? What would you say, "You fucked me real good Jasper, we should do it more often?"
Dragging yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, you realize Jasper had gotten into the cookbooks, there is a ready-made breakfast and a very patient gem sitting on one end, and another plate with an empty chair on the other.
"I thought you would never wake up," she said, slightly annoyed, but you could see why, it was 12:22.
"Oh shit," you say, running your fingers through your hair, "I'm sorry Jasper, guess I slept in."
She flicks a strand of beige hair out of her face and gestures toward the chair in front of her, "Sit," she commands.
You obey her, after all, she did make breakfast for you. Sitting down, you realize the breakfast on the plate in front of you would've taken hours to prepare. If Jasper staying at your home was a full time thing, maybe it wouldn't be that bad.
You stick a fork into the fluffy pancakes, syrup drizzling down the handle as you stick it into your mouth. For someone that's been on Earth for a mere month, Jasper was an amazing cook.
"We need to talk," Jasper interrupts your pancake eating and twirls her fork into her flapjacks, "I've been thinking..."
"That's dangerous," you reply, a small, nervous chuckle escapes your throat.
Luckily, she understands that this is a joke and laughs along for a split second before continuing, "Y/N... I want to fuse with you."
Fuse? What the hell does that mean? The only thing that you can bring your mind to conjure up is DragonBall fusions, but you don't believe that's what shes talking about.
"Fusion?" You ask tediously.
"Yes," she reaches across the table, searching for your hand, "I want to fuse with you."
"I... how does this work?" You decide to go along with this, it seems like an interesting experience, afterall, you fucked her last night.
Jasper takes a bite of her pancakes, a bit of syrup dribbles down her mouth, but she wipes it off and looks you right in the eye, "Let me show you," she stands up and grabs your shoulder.
Jasper drags you to the living room and puts you in a ballroom dancing position, "You have to dance with me, we have to be in sync," she releases you and threads her fingers together, "or it won't work."
She grasps your hands and starts to dance in what seems like a tango. Tripping and stumbling, you can't keep up with her swift motions.
"Jasper, I can't dance like this," You stand up straight, "maybe we try something else, like this."
You grab one of her hands and twirl yourself around, making a circle around her, she joins in and twists and turns. That thing about being in sync, she was right. You feel at peace, almost like you're in heaven, (if that exists) she stops you suddenly and dips you into her strong, but soft embrace.
Light surrounds you as she smiles down into your wide eyes. The light isn't around you, it is you. You are light. Jasper is light. Confusion fills your entire brain, what is this? We? Us? Her? Me?
Who am I?