So I am aware of the stories have to finish and all but this came to my mind. And what my mind wants, my mind will get.
It's really clear to me what I want to do with this, but idk, give it a try.
Rated M for lemons, language and eh, violence. Suggested themes.
Disclaimers: My name is not Stephanie Meyers.
Chapter 1: Long Overdue
Jasper's POV
Peace.
Harmony.
Love.
Support.
My hidden depression...
Alice's annoyances...
Hidden lust...
I stood nervously at the threshold of the cottage house just a trail down from our family's lavish Forks home, awaiting the invitation to come in. It came almost immediately once I heard my sister-in-law chime from the inside of her home with a cheerful, "Come in."
I climbed onto the windowsill of their bedroom, glimpsing inside the bright room just to witness her sprawled across the large bed with her head placed on top of a mountain of feathered pillow, seeming like a normal human settled in for the night.
The thing is, she was still dressed in her day-clothes which today, consisted of a pair of crème colored bloomers, a silk white and tight fitted, t-shirt added by her lustrous curled brunette hair tied up into a hairstyle most human girls wore now. 'A messy-top-bun' as Alice called it.
"Hi," I nodded my head, not realizing that I was still perched on the windowsill, resembling a statue.
Bella let out a tinkling chuckle, offering me a small smile. She crossed her arms over her perfect chest, laughing so hard that her breasts bounced with each motion. "Get the hell out or I'll call the cops!" She whimpered, amusement laced in her melodic tone.
I flashed her a toothy grin before leaping onto the cherry-wood floors, gracefully and carefully enough so that the tiles didn't crack; I did not feel the need to hear my wife nor my bronze-haired 'brother' banter at me for a simple inhuman mistake. "Careful now, lil' lady." I spoke, unbeknownst to me that my hidden southern accent laced into the tone of my voice.
Bella shook her head, plastering a goofy yet cute smile on her face. "It's so nice to know that my brother is not only a burglar, but he also is a southern cowboy."
I snorted at her corny joke, watching as she shifted her body over so that her head was now hanging off of the bed. Bella offered me an upside down smile as my topaz-colored eyes wandered over her slender yet curvy frame positioned in such a childish yet amusing manner.
I almost drowned myself within my own curdling emotions at the way my eyes automatically roamed the entire length of her body. Starting from her perfectly structured face to the tussled, lustrous curls decorating her brunette hair, up to her well toned legs to her short feet and teal polished toes.
My sister-in-law was perfectly still like a block of ice; it was almost as if she was letting me inspect her body. I breathed unnecessary air as my eyes averted to the prominent display of cleavage poking out through her shirt. Bella obviously had no bra on underneath. It was fortunate that the cottage was kept warm for some odd reason, but the sight of this was not an easing matters at all.
"Comfortable?" I asked, looking down at the book I had tucked in the crook of arm which I had came to return to avoid looking at her chest.
"Not particularly," she sighed, putting emphasis on her emotions which ranged from apprehension, boredom and one other one that I was having difficulty with pinpointing it.
There was a short silence before Bella sighed again, "Edward went to visit Tanya and Kate for something or whatever." She shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't really a concern to her. "And Nessie is on a date with Jacob... dinner date set up at Sue and Charlie's house."
I detected a sudden sense of loneliness laced in her octave tone before she noted the book I was toting and realized that I come to return what I had borrowed. "Good or bad?"
I took a glance at paperback copy of one of my sister-in-law's favorite books: War and Peace.
She loaned it to me a week ago when she found me in a state of boredom at the fact that my wife and mate Alice had left with Rosalie to go on a two-week shopping trip. Something about a bet the two female vampires made 'who could travel all over the world on foot and come back with all of the latest fashion trends of each and every country'.
Even though I was a vampire and could have read this book within thirty minutes and understand each and every word, I chose to take my time reading it. And for what reason... it wasn't quite clear to me yet.
Maybe because it was one of her favorites.
"It was interesting. To say the least."
"Did you get the whole concept of it?" She questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.
I nod. This 1,225 edition of the book was not just a novel. Even less it is a poem, and still less a historical chronicle. I enjoyed the concept of this 1885 novel. "It... kind of makes you wonder if this was what the days of our grandfathers were like." But of course, I had the answer to that. I was an immortal, of course.
Bella shook her upside down head, batting her thick lashes at me. "You are such a shrewd, Jazz."
Never had she once called me Jazz. It was always Jasper. I suddenly felt... thirsty. My throat went dry and burned for a feeding.
I had to stop myself from smiling as my eyes studied her body a bit more. Her slight muscular arms, lay gently across her chest. Her toned thighs and legs exposed and barely covered in her impossibly short yet tight, bloomers. I imagined what it would feel like having them wrapped around my waist. "I suppose I should take that as a compliment," I croaked in a hoarse whisper.
"And I suppose you should come by more often and borrow some more... books."
I had no idea where this conversation was going but then all of a sudden, with blinding speed she stop right in front of me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, crushing me against her fit, marbled body and I swore for a slight second that it felt electrifying. Like our hard, less-feeble skin was meant to interact.
Without a second thought, I engulfed myself into her hug, embracing her back just a hard. Her mouthwatering scent of strawberries, fresh water-lilies and something unimaginably juicy wafted through the surrounding air. It was driving me mad with thirst and want.
She let me go soon after, walking at a human pace towards on of the gilded, white-wooden doors which led to a bathroom. "Thanks for returning the book, Jasper."
Back to calling me Jasper, once again I see.
"I have to... use the bathroom." I thought I heard sultriness in the depths of her melodic and octave tone. "Good night." I later heard her chime.
That was my cue to leave the premises. I needed to hunt.
But for some reason her words lingered on and on in my head.
And then as I found a herd of elk passing through a deep set of underbrush, I tackled the nearest one, draining the animal dry of it's warm blood... but then, it hit me.
Our kind was not capable of using the facilities normally. Ejaculation was the way...
And her emotions that I detected were apprehension, boredom and pure lust.
My sister-in-law was wet for me; damn there soaked.
A/N:
I have no idea if this sets up an idea for you all, and depending on if I get a good response, I will continue.
I plan for this to be a fluffy, lemony, humorous SHORT fic between Bella and Jasper so if you like, I will definitely continue.
I hope I pinpointed Jasper's personalities right... this is a little prologue.
Thanks For Reading!
Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan
