During all of that, back in the safety of their home… APOV.
I clutched my sides, laughing so hard that if I were human, I would have been crying or throwing up, or both. I was rolling around on the ground, having seen what my brothers and Jasper were doing with only the few seconds of delay.
When I caught my breath, I ran into the living room and sat eagerly in front of Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle.
"You will never guess what the boys have been up to," I said, still spontaneously giggling every once in a while.
"What's that?" Esme asked.
"They were just hunting at first," I began with a hiccup. "And then they were finished and decided to explore. Then they were in a vegetable garden, well, it had fruit too, but you get the point. Emmett had the bright idea to try some of the things. Actually, they tried some of everything but…" I continued to tell them about each of the things that they had tried and the faces they had made, and even the dialogue in between.
By the end I had drawn up a clear enough picture that everyone was imagining Jasper lying on the bottom of a river, his tongue hanging out from the burning taste of the jalapeño. We were all having our fits of laughter together when the boys walked in, Edward in the lead.
We all just laughed harder. Edward looked bewildered, although I was sure he knew what we were laughing at. We couldn't think straight without our laughing interrupting our sentences.
"Sorry we're late," he said. "Clearly Alice filled you in." He turned his glare onto me. "Thanks for that."
I giggled. "You're welcome!"
He growled and ran up the stairs to his room.
Jasper was laughing with us, merely because our emotions were too strong to fight off. He finally left the room, cursing between random spurts of laughter. I knew I would fix his bad mood later tonight.
Emmett had totally forgotten what was going on and had Rosalie in his arms, carrying her upstairs.
I heard a cry of agony from the attic-aka, Edward's room-and laughed. Clearly they had plans.
I grinned at Esme and Carlisle before running Jazz's study.
He looked up over his history book and gave an angry 'humph' before returning to it.
I closed the door and walked over to him.
"What's the matter?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him, jutting out my lower lip a little.
"Nothing," he mumbled without looking up.
"Why are you upset?" I persisted.
"You all laughed at us," he said. I saw a slight pout form on his lips and smiled.
Humility, anger and a bit of his good humor colored the air when he looked up at me. His lips twitched. He couldn't hold me off much longer. I was in a good enough mood for the both of us.
He set the book on his desk and opened his arms. I obediently sat on his lap, cupping his face in my hand.
"Don't be angry. You should have seen it from our point of view. Well, mine, really." I giggled as played with a strand of his longish blond hair. He was so cute when he was angry. He pouted when he was angry and his Texas accent showed a little more.
Alluring was the word that came to mind when describing Jasper. Especially when he was angry.
His eyes drifted shut as he savored what I was feeling. I had watched him do it numerous times when he was upset. I just sat there waiting. I didn't interrupt him. This was his process and it always seemed to work. He said that I was the light in the darkness that was his world. I watched as his features smoothed and calmed.
When his eyes opened, they were hungry. I smiled, knowing this was the one kind of hunger I would be able to satiate for him completely.
For tonight, anyway.
