"Jasper can feel what you're feeling now. Wow. What a shock."
Zzzzzzzzap.
"Ouch, damnit, keep that shit under control, Jake. Fuck."
You could hear Jacob laughing from the kitchen. He loved doing this with Renesmee. Touching her sent that electric, tingly feeling through him, and he just absolutely loved it. It was fun to tease the hell out of Jasper with it.
Zzzzzzzzap.
"Jake…" Jasper warned.
Zzzzzzzzap.
"Damnit to hell!"
Esme suddenly burst into the room as Jacob esploded into bits and pieces of fur and clothes and… wood?… and other nonsensical items flung all over the place. Jasper froze himself in place as Esme glowered.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK. HAPPENED. TO. MY. LIVING ROOM?!"
Fuck was all Jasper could think. Esme never cursed, and when she did… ooh, you might want to leave.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit…." He chanted out loud, forgetting for a moment that she could hear him perfectly well.
Esme growled, sounding much like the cougars she loved having on her hunts. Her eyes glinted when Jasper's head shot up from where he had been scrambling to run out of the room. Maybe Jake stood a chance against a pissed Esme, but not Jasper. Ooh, definitely not Jasper.
A giggle sounded form the corner. Esme and Jasper and Jacob's heads all turned in unison to Renesmee, who lay giggling in a fluffy ball of red hair. She might have been only three, but she looked very much like a seven year old, and had the giggle fits of one. Especially when uncle Jasper got in trouble. Those were funniest.
She snorted once, twice, thrice, trying to keep the giggles in, then exploded into a laughter so hard, it sent Jasper down to the ground, rolling in the wood chips and bits of cloth from Jacob's clothes.
Esme seemed to recover from the fact that she was uber pissed, and collapsed as well, laughing until she felt she would die if she didn't get any unneeded air.
Jacob was the only one unaffected, since he was used to Jasper's fits of hilarity, especially in wolf form, and was desperately trying to find some clothes.