*For people who have read my other stuff, I wrote this a long time ago, so it might not have the same sound to it that my other work does. Oh, and also, this contains lemons (my first one! Eep!)*
The swoosh of silk on silk as I waked was getting annoying.
"We only have to wait 'til they get back, and then we can hunt. We all can't go at the same time, you know this, because then we would all be hunting in the same place and that would hurt the animal population," Rosalie repeated for the fiftieth time in the past two days.
"Go to your own room if you don't like it," I grumbled.
She sighed again.
"I'm so thirsty!" I wailed.
Just then, Renesmee's cat, Kitty, nosed her way through the door. No matter how many times I had told Edward that if any of us got thirsty enough, Kitty wouldn't last long, he had gotten Renesmee a cat because she had wanted one.
In one instantaneous movement, I had Kitty in my arms and my mouth twenty centimeters from her throat, my lips parted. I ran my tongue over my teeth and felt a fresh pulse of venom flow into my mouth.
Rosalie was by my side in a flash with a hand on my chest. "Don't even think about it. You will not eat Renesee's cat!" she exclaimed.
"But I'm so thirsty! And it's my favorite!" I cried again.
"Alice! What are you saying? Think of Renesmee. Think of what would happen when Edward got his hands on you! We only have to wait eight more hours," Rosalie countered.
"Yeah, I know. . . . But I don't care!" I jumped back, away from Rosalie's hand. I grinned at her before I leaned closer to Kitty. The pulse of blood in its neck was all too inviting.
Suddenly, my head was yanked back and I was staring into Rosalie's black eyes.
"You will not eat Kitty." The authority in her voice reminded me of when Esme gave an order. Though Esme's voice always still had a sweet tone to it that Rosalie's didn't.
I sighed. Rose was right. I couldn't do that to Renesmee. I couldn't to that to myself. Just thinking of what my punishment would be made me shudder.
"Why don't you see when the next thunderstorm will be?" she suggested. "We haven't played baseball in so long."
And I plunged into the future, through Rosalie and Emmett's wedding — again — in two days. I didn't have to search long. It would thunder in three days.
I blinked to the present — something that was unnecessary — to find Rosalie looking at me expectantly.
"Three days," I said. "The day after Emmett's and your wedding."
"That will be fun. It'll be Bella's fist time," she replied.
"That's good. Maybe she can pitch for a bit. I hadn't been up to bat for, like, five years. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to pitch, but . . . maybe I'll only bat once. It's too hard for me to give up my role."
I flopped down on Jasper's and my bed, something Rosalie would never do. Since vampires don't sleep, the bed had only one purpose. Though Emmett's and hers was intended for the same reason, something about Jasper and me in bed together absolutely disgusted Rose. Though getting it on with Jasper was not particularly easy when all the while I was having all too realistic visions of Rosalie and Emmett doing the same.
I layed back and closed my eyes, letting Jasper's scent and visions of when he got back envelope me, when suddenly all my visions disappeared. I shot up, my eyes wide with anxiety.
"What is that dog doing! I was minding my own business, watching later tonight, and suddenly everything disappears! Oh, just let me — wait! It's coming back! Must have changed his mind. Not that I care." Rosalie had almost sat on the edge of my bed while I was talking, but caught herself and straightened up.
"I wish they were staying closer to home to hunt," she said.
I looked into the future and saw that in forty-three seconds, Carlisle's Mercedes would pull off the freeway, followed by Edward's Volvo.
"In about forty-three seconds everyone is going to be pulling off the freeway, and in about seventeen more they'll be walking through the door," I informed Rose.
We both lapsed into silence, listening intently to the highway for slowing cars. Sure enough, one minute later the door opened and everyone entered.
I flew down the stairs and slung myself into Jasper's waiting arms. He didn't have to be a psychic to know that was coming.
"Okay, hunting can wait," I said, still staring into his eyes. I was barely aware of Emmett's booming laughter.
This was all the cue Jasper needed, because then he ran us upstairs and closed the door behind us.
As I crawled into the middle of the bed, I could hear Rosalie and Emmett, and Carlisle and Esme doing the same. Let's just hope the visions would stay away from me. I didn't envy Edward his telepathy, but at least he had his own place he could escape to.
Jasper circled around the two sides of the bed that weren't against the wall, and then playfully pounced. I got onto my knees and we play-wrestled until he was behind me with his lips pressed to my throat. He kissed me and moved his lips to mine.
Without breaking the kiss, Jazz leaned us back until we were laying on the bed. I wrapped my leg around his hips, and his hands found the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head, breaking away from me so he could get it off.
That was why I liked button down shirts. I traced my fingers across his abs and slowly pulled each button from its hole. He watch me with heat in his eyes, tracking my every move. I smiled coyly at him when I reached the last one and took twice as long on that one as I had the others.
Even after all these years, I could still see the passion in him, and it was mirrored in me. I finally ditched Jasper's shirt, and I wriggled myself down his body to put myself at eye level with his belt buckle. However, my eyes never left his. That's the beauty of buying the majority of the clothing in the house: I knew without looking how to get it off.
I watched his golden eyes darken as unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, and not because of thirst.
I slid his jeans down off his ankles, and pulled off his socks, because sex with socks or pants on was a pet peeve of mine. On my way back up, I spider-walked my fingers up his legs to the waistband of his boxers. Black silk, of course. Black silk that was straining to contain the bulge hidden underneath. Unfortunately for Jazz, silk didn't stretch, and his face was caught in between a grimace of discomfort and a smile of pleasure.
I slid my thumbs under and ran them in circles before hooking the rest of my fingers in and pulling them down, allowing his cock to bounce free. His face smoothed out and he watched
me as I took him into my mouth. I held his eyes. I knew he got off on that.
I bobbed up and down, making sure my tongue was in constant motion. I licked up the bottom of his shaft and heard his shuddering intake of breath. I repeated the motion, then swirled under the head, along the frenulum. As hard as he was — no pun intended — trying to keep his eyes open, he couldn't help his eyes rolling up in the back of his head.
I focused my attention there for a few seconds, then continued the motion with my head. Meanwhile, I used one hand to cover whatever of the shaft wasn't in my mouth and massaged his balls with the other.
"Oh, Ali-Cat," he moaned. My lips quirked as he managed to bring his eyes back to mine, watching my motion.
Then his cock touched the back of my throat. In over a hundred years, I'd lost my gag reflex. And without the need to breath, I deep throated his penis without too much difficulty. Note the "too much." I had a throat that matched my small height of four foot ten — small. Jazz was so big that I had a hard time getting him down. But my efforts paid off. As soon as he touched the back of my throat, I felt his balls tighten in my hand.
"Alice," he groaned, "I'm gonna cum!"
I felt a pulse go straight to my clit. A few more bobs with my head, and Jazz exploded, unloading himself down my throat. I swallowed his sperm eagerly, but didn't stop at that. I kept moving until I started to feel him soften. I pulled my lips off his manhood and squirmed up his body until I straddled his chest.
He ran his hands up my thighs, over my skirt, and up my back to the clasp of the bra I still had on. He made quick work of it, and tossed it to the floor. He cupped my breasts with his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, making them erect. I arched my back, pushing them harder into his hands. He kneaded my breast, then raised his head to my right boob and suckled the nipped. Heat flooded my crotch.
He flipped us over so he was on top of me. He ran his hands down to where my skirt sat on my hips and pulled it off, chucking it out of the way. I could tell he'd wanted to rip it off, but he'd gotten in enough trouble for that in the past that he'd smartened up. Well, for the most part.
He kissed his way down my stomach to the waistband of my panties. He clamped his teeth down on the side of the thong and tore it viciously. I didn't even care that he'd just ruined one of my favorite pairs of underwear; I was too caught up in passion. And watching him was sexy.
He ripped the other side with his hands, and flicked it off my body. Then he reared up to look at me in my entirety.
He licked his lips, his eyes flicking over my naked body. "You are my goddess," he whispered. "My goddess. I will worship you. But then . . . then I will have you. I will take what is mine,"he growled.
He dropped down so his face was between my legs, and licked up my slit to my clit. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his tongue. He swirled around my sweet spot, then licked back down and plunged his tongue into my hole.
I curled my fingers in his hair and pulled his face up. "Jazz. I need you. In me. Now," I panted.
He tipped his head. "As my lady wishes."
He lined himself up to my entrance and pushed himself in to me in one swift motion. I held his eyes as got accustom to having his size in my tight hole. No matter how often we had sex, my tightness didn't diminish, since that's how I'd been before I'd been made a vampire.
He started pumping himself in and out of me, slowly at first, and then picking up speed.
"Jasper," I groaned. He responded by crushing his lips against mine.
I raised my hips off the bed and ground them against him in a circular motion. I could feel my orgasm building, and Jazz knocked the speed up another notch.
I cried out as I came, throwing my head back. Jasper grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head so I was looking him in the eyes as the waves of my climax washed over me. He pushed into me again and again, furthering my pleasure, before he pushed himself as deep as he could and let himself go, and released his seed far into me.
He collapsed on top of me, and we lay like that for a moment, until he pushed himself up and dropped himself next to me on the bed. He lay himself next to me, and draped his leg across my hip, pressing his lips into my hair. We stayed like that, spooning, for the rest of the night.
The next day went by like a blur.
In the morning, when I reluctantly pulled myself away from Jasper, I went hunting with Rose. I brought down two elk and a black bear.
When we got back, Jacob decided to pay us — mostly Renesmee — a visit.
"There go my plans for today." I was sitting on the living room couch, leaning against Jasper's bare chest. We'd gone swimming earlier, and hadn't bothered changing. Well, he hadn't. I'd thrown on a sun dress.
Carlisle looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Jacob has decided to come over. Or at least, I think it's Jacob," I explained.
"With the amount of time he spends over here, we'll never get the smell out." Rosalie wrinkled her nose up in distaste to emphasize her comment.
"Maybe we should build them a tree house or something. Somewhere we can see them, but not too close, so we don't have to deal with the scent." I hadn't seen Esme enter the room.
We all froze at the sound of paws thundering in the meadow outside the house. I checked out the window behind me to see Jacob running up in wolf form.
He paused at the door but didn't phase, just butted his head against it to knock.
"Jacob!" Renesmee jumped up and flew to the door. She jumped to grab the doorknob but couldn't reach. Emmett got up from his football game and slowly walked to help Nessie.
The scent of wet dog burned the inside of my nose as Jacob walked in. Much to my surprise, Seth followed him.
Seth was the only werewolf who ever truly felt at home around vampires. After he helped Edward defeat Victoria a few months ago, he formed a friendship with most of us, Rosalie being the exception. Rose still felt animosity towards the wolves.
"Hey Seth!" Edward got up, walked over to Seth and patted him on the shoulder.
"Hi Edward. How you doing?" Seth slapped Edward on the back. You never would have guessed that one was a werewolf and the other a vampire, and they were supposed to be enemies.
"Good, as always. How are you?" Edward smiled. "I haven't seen Leah around for a while. What's she up to? And how's Sue?"
"I'm fine. Leah, I can't believe it, imprinted. It was similar to what happened to Paul. Jared's brother came home after he finished high school in Texas with his aunt, and when Leah was on her way to patrol, she happened to bump into him, and — budda-bing! — Leah imprints.
"Sue has been with Charlie a lot. Ever since Charlie's first visit over here, they've been inseparable. Mom says she's just helping a friend, but I think it's it's something more." Seth grimaced, and I felt Edward's silent laughter through the floor. Seth didn't appear to notice.
When Jacob and Seth finally left, Bella and Renesmee left to go to Charlie's. I couldn't think of anything to do right now, so I went on the computer. I went on my website and added some of my new fashion designs.
Bella came home late and she and Edward took Renesmee to their cottage right away. I got off the computer and went to my room. I went straight to my closet and decided that I needed to go shopping again.
I pulled out my matron-of-honor dress for Rosalie's wedding tomorrow. It went down to the middle of my thigh and was neon blue and strapless. It had matching knee-high, two and a half in high heel — though there was a half-inch platform — boots, and a small tiara with sapphires in it that was to go on my hair.
I decided to do a final fitting. I left my closet to go to the mirror, not noticing Jasper was in the room until he spoke.
"Wow. You look . . . wow. You're beautiful." He tripped over his words several times.
He moved to my side. "And, Alice, beautiful doesn't even begin to describe you."
"I love you Jasper," I said simply.
"I love you too Alice," he responded in kind. It wasn't something we said all the time, so when we did, it was more special.
He closed his eyes and kissed my ear. Without opening his eyes, his lips searched for mine.
"Wait!" I cried. His eyes flew open, in a mixture of surprise and alarm. It was unusual for me to stop something like that. "The dress," I reminded him.
"Screw the dress," he mumbled around my cheek, which he was still kissing.
"Now you know what Rose and Emmett'd do to us if we wrecked the dress."
"It'll take my chances." Jasper's eyes were fluttering closed again.
It took all the restraint I had to pull myself away.
"Just give me one minute, okay? Wait for me on the bed. I'll only be a minute. Sixty seconds, then you can come get me. Trust me," I put my finger over his mouth when he tried to speak. "I wish I didn't have to change more than you do. I'll put on the light pink mini-dress you like so much."
"Mmmm. Thanks. Sixty seconds. I'll be counting." If I had blinked, I would've missed the move that got Jazz from my side to under the covers of our bed.
I raced to the closet, knowing that when Jasper said he would be counting, he meant it. It was a good think I knew where every piece of clothing was in this closet, or I would never have finished in time.
It actually only took my forty-five seconds to change.
I wasn't sure how to take Jasper's awed expression when I came out.
"How do I look?" I twirled around like a runway model to show off my attire.
"You look . . . absurdly sexy," he stuttered as words failed him again.
I leaped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and kissed him until we were lightheaded. I could hear Rose and Em having sex on the other side of the wall.
Ever since the whole Victoria and Volturi debacles, Jasper's and my relationship had become more intimate. Well, less intimate, I guess. After feeling the fear of the possibility of losing one another, we opened up a bit more, allowing ourselves a few more PDAs. Okay, a lot more. And we certainly spent more time in bed together. And Rosalie and Emmett seemed to think it was some sort of competition, and had upped the amount of time they spent in bed as well, if that was possible. I don't really understand why.
I also didn't really care that much. At least not tonight.
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