Harry James Potter and Jasper Whitlock Hale

Adoration

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/1917291.
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter -J. K. Rowling, Twilight Series Relationship: Jasper Hale/Harry Potter
Character: Jasper Hale, Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Master of Death Harry, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Published: 2014-07-08
Words: 1989
Adoration by LynnWiley

Summary: Harry finds himself wanting to show his husband how much he adores him. Needless to say, they both find themselves feeling much loved when all is said and done.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wonderful characters. Nor do I own Harry Potter or Twilight.

  Harry stood out on the balcony of his and Jasper's room, watching the sun rise. He cherished moments like this when he wasn't haunted by either his past or regrets... when all that mattered was the start of a brand new day. Every time he saw that giant ball of fire push back the darkness he felt as if his own slate could one day be wiped clean and that maybe one night would come where the last thought on his mind wasn't the fact that he had gotten his best friends killed. Maybe one day.

Just when his emotions had started to become tinged with the familiar bitterness of despair, Harry felt strong arms wrap around his waist. Lips met the nape of his neck in a tender kiss as Jasper used his gift to pull him back from the dark abyss he'd, once again, gotten too close to falling into. "Good morning, darlin'. How are you feeling?" Harry chuckled wryly. "Usually how you make me feel, thankfully." He turned in the protective arms and kissed his mate passionately, pushing all his fears and frustrations to the back of his mind. This is what he wanted to think about... the blonde vampire that could make his toes curl with every kiss.

He pulled back, lightly sucking on the tongue as it finally left his own mouth. "I love how the only person in the world who ever bothers to ask me how I'm feeling is also the only one who never needs to ask." Jasper smiled and placed another, more chaste, kiss upon the lips of his husband. "I've found, from the years of living with Edward, how annoying it can be when he tells you your own thoughts instead of just asking what's on your mind." Running his fingers through the soft raven strands of his beloved's hair, he added, "Sometimes people need a moment to sort out their own thoughts and feelings before discussing them. And sometimes they don't want to... that's okay too." Green eyes blinked away sudden moisture. "Have I told you lately how much I adore you?" Jasper grinned. "Yes... but I've always been more fond of the times you show me instead." He gently grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him back inside to their bed.

Harry halted his lover with a kiss just before reaching the intended goal. Warm hands began to slowly unbutton the soft cotton shirt Jasper had chosen to wear that day.

Though the deep blue Brioni shirt looked fabulous, the wizard was much more interested in the treasures it was concealing. Lust-filled amber eyes watched intently as the brunette bent down to kiss and nibble at the cool flesh that was slowly revealed. Jasper gasped then let out a moan when Harry's lips pulled a nipple into his warm mouth. Lithe fingers reflexively clenched fistfuls of silky raven hair, only to be forced into releasing them when the wizard pushed the now useless garment off of his shoulders. -Jasper-Wanting to be an active participant to the proceedings, Jasper reached for the hem of his mate's t-shirt, but was stopped by insistent fingers and a quirky grin. "Ah ah ahh," his husband admonished. "I'm showing you how much I adore you , remember?" The blonde vampire itched to worship the body of his submissive mate, but he fought the urge. Even though Harry always bottomed, sometimes he still liked to lead and Jasper always let him. In fact there was very little, if anything, that the vampire wouldn't let his Master of Death do.