She tossed the shaker up into the air, her hair flowing perfectly as she did a little spin before catching it behind her back. Laughter bubbled in her chest as the guy across the bar complimented her on her grace while she poured his drink.

"Why thank you, kind sir. Tip?" She shouted over the loud music as she leaned over the counter on the tips of her toes, her eyes meeting his provocatively as her lashes fluttered flirtatiously. A blush seemed to cover his cheeks as he slipped a dollar bill in between her breasts. Thanking him with a kiss on the cheek, she rocked back onto her heels and turned her back to the bar to pour herself a shot of confidence AKA tequila as she stuffed the dollar in the pocket of her skin tight leather shorts.

He slid into one of the bar stools, resting his boot-covered feet on the bar on the stool. Watching the brunette bartender in front of him take a shot was something he found himself wanting to do more of. She downed the shot like a pro, tilting her head back and throwing the drink down her throat like it was a life source. Her neck was long and slim, the jugular vein visible and beating. He licked his lips as she bent over to get another glass, her back still to him. What perfect assets.

His brow furrowed as he wondered when he last said that. Far too long, apparently, since his pants seemed to tighten. The bartender spun around like a ballerina on ice, her hair soft and flowing with the movement. His eyes were immediately on her chest which was very visible in her tight fitting white vest; considering that was all she had on her torso, he was very aroused. Her skin seemed to be silky soft with a creamy white finish. With her abdomen on display, he found his hands itching to be on her. More like in her.

"Jasper?" He heard her whisper in shock. Noticing her chest had stopped moving, as if the realisation of who he was had caused her to stop breathing, he chanced a look at the bartender's face instead of her fuck perfect body. The face of an angel, apparently - red lips that looked like they were coated in the sweetest of bloods, a nose that was of perfect shape, eyebrows carefully crafted to frame the most beautiful swirling orbs of chocolate known as her eyes with lashes that curtained them perfectly. It suddenly hit him, along with a strong wave of lust, who he was getting hard over.

"Bella!" He squeaked. The Jasper Hale just squeaked my name. How classy. She raised her eyebrow at him as the temptation to gnaw on her bottom lip seemed to arise, along with her growing lust. The man in front of her was different from the prim and proper Jasper she'd known when around the Cullens. This man looked rugged and wild. And hot. Her mind had scenarios of him pushing her up against the wall against her own will and she blinked furiously to get those thoughts out of her head, thankful that Jasper couldn't read her mind but...read...her...emotions. Shit.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, the tequila clearly not working as she eyed the new Jasper Hale. His muscles were glaringly obvious as they pressed against his tight white tee-shirt, his arms looked devilishly strong beneath the rolled-up-to-the-elbows flannel shirt he wore. She found herself wanting to rip his shirt clean off him and managed to somehow shake the thoughts out of her head. His face had remained the same, obviously what with his immortality. His cheekbones were all high and mighty, devastatingly clear beneath his pale skin, his lips were pale and smooth and she couldn't help but want to taste him on her tongue (all of him), his eyes were a smoldering gold that seemed to darken as he watched her take him in and his hair was a wild mess on his head, dirty blonde and unruly atop his perfect little self.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jasper?" She questioned, genuinely confused. They were in a small town bar in texas where the sun shined bright in the day and his sparkling ass could be seen from miles away if he went out. His eyebrows shot up at her words and she managed to laugh, letting out a small chuckle instead. Of course he wouldn't know that she had changed since they last met. She'd gotten stronger, more outgoing and more confident. Then again, maybe the shot of tequila was working after all.

"I could be asking you the same thing, Bella." He replied with a smirk painted on his pretty little lips. The way her name seemed to roll off his tongue in his southern accent had her panties wet and willing to be removed in seconds. I wonder how fast he could just take me right here, right now. She cleared her throat (and her head) as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I work here. Where's the rest of the Cullen clan?" She heard shouts of orders coming at her and mixed drinks while he spoke.

"I could care less where they are. I left them ages ago." She paused pouring the daiquiri into its glass to frown at him before continuing as he did. "Alice found her true soulmate and I found a reason to leave. They were too mopey since we left. It's a long story." She shrugged as she handed 3 shots of Bacardi to a waitress.

"I can't see why they'd all be so upset if y'all could leave without a single goodbye." He chuckled at her response, causing her eyes to flicker to him and narrow.

"You've got the southern twang in your voice, Ms. Swan. It's...endearing." He mocked. She flicked water at him as she washed shot glasses in the nearby sink.

"Shut it, Hale." She retorted unintelligently. Jasper cleared his throat unncessarily and Bella snapped her head up to look at him questioningly.

"It's whitlock, ma'am." Bella was about to question him when the guy who tipped her boobs came up and slipped her a piece of paper. She donned her flirty expression as she took the slip and stuck it in her pocket, winking at him as he walked away. Jasper watched, surprised, as Bella transformed from teasing 'tender to grilling girl.

"Whitlock?"

"My name before I joined the Cullens. I went back to my roots, Ms. Swan. That's why I now reside down South. I own the ranch a couple miles away from civilisation, so no one sees me sparkle like a fairy." He laughed. She joined him, her chest moving as she did so. Jasper couldn't help but watch her tits bounce with joy. His pants seemed to tighten to a point where it was almost painful. He opted to stay with Bella until her shift ended and Bella agreed happily.

This should be an interesting friendship, Bella thought. I hope it turns into something more fast. She couldn't help but get a little hot and bothered with each smirk he sent her, each deep chuckle that rumbled his chest and each breathy whispered that followed a fit of laughter. Very fast.

His eyes travelled the club in vain hopes to get rid of his raging hard on. A girl on the dancefloor had her make up practically dripping off her face, a boy in a sweatervest winked at him and an animalistic-dressed cougar had his hard on going away faster than he thought. It practically ran for the hills by the time the cougar smiled at him, swaying her hips in a "hypnotic" manner that made Jasper want to throw up the blood from his earlier hunt.

A glass landed in front of him, a shot of tequila inside. Bella raised her own and he picked his up as they toasted to a newly formed friendship. Soon, it will become more. He vowed to himself as he watched her take her shot after taking his at vampire speed. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck, collarbone and breasts in a sensual way that had his hard on come back at full force. She arched her back unknowingly, her breasts popping out and her ass sticking out as she downed the shot like no tomorrow. Her smile when she returned to her normal posture was bright and on the tipsy side.

Jasper found himself watching Bella like a Hawk watched it's prey. She worked in mysterious ways and he wondered how she was able to transform from a sexy little tease to an innocent angel in 0.01 seconds. Male customers seemed to flock to her side of the bar and she made a point to put on a show for them; dragging a straw in between her perfect tits, bending over to get ice or whatnot, giggling at the stupidest things and winking as they tipped her like a stripper on a pole. I wonder what she'd look like on my pole.

He let out an unneeded breath of air as the images floated around in his head. She wasn't helping, constantly flirting and unknowingly throwing him seductive looks. Every time her eyes flickered to him they were filled with lust. He could feel her lust , but as much as he wanted her he wasn't quite sure it was directed towards him.

Bella sent a slip of paper Jasper's away, hidden beneath a bottle of ice cold beer. He was curious to see what it read and he opened it to find...

I'm known for painful cliffhangers. Do hang in, chapter 2 will be coming soon enough. Don't forget to review (please?), favorite (pretty please?) and follow (PLEASE!). I'm new here and this my first Fanfic. Forgive me if it's rough. Anyone want to be my Beta? :D

Love, BrownBel c: