Still Figuring Out

Hello again! It's a 'snow day' here in England, so I've spent most of it out with some friends, trying to build an igloo (which we will hopefully finish if college is closed again tomorrow!) but rather than going to see Harry Potter DH – which I still haven't seen – I'm rewriting this :)
I only got one review which actually related to this whole rewrite, so I wanted to ask, do you think it's a good idea? What did you think of the rewrite of chapter 1? And this one. :)
Thank you so much to Princess Mishawaka, the lovely lady who has commented every one of my chapters, and encourages me constantly. I truly appreciate your kind words, I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter :)
Before I get on with the story; My friend wants me to write a Harry Potter fic – it would only be a one-shot, but I was wondering if any of you guys would read it? Because most of my other stories go fairly unnoticed...

Disclaimer; I do not own Twilight. I do, however, own a very fluffy little dog who keeps getting snow stuck to his fur.

""All done, cowboy." I smirked back, before heading to the en-suite bathroom swinging my hips. I didn't even have to look to know that his jaw would be hanging wide open."

Chapter 2 – Cold Shower Tuesdays

JPov

Fuck. Did Bella just, wink at me? That was hot... If I was human, I know I would've blushed at that moment, trying to hide my not-so-little-anymore Jasper. I looked up, to find that Bella had already been to the bathroom and come back again, her eyes twinkling with amusement at me shocked, frozen state. She stepped close to me, pressing up against my chest, and lifted herself up on her tiptoes, her warm breath tickled my neck.
"Calm down soldier, feeding time for the human." She giggles, before she turned on her heel, walking out of my – our – room, once again swinging her hips as she went. I couldn't help but follow her, my gaze fixed on her swaying hips.

As we reached the kitchen, she turned her head to look at me, her face the picture of innocence.
"Do you want something?" she smiled sweetly. You, I thought.
"Uh, no, thanks." I laughed. She smiled and turned to open the fridge and search the contents. "Do you want me to cook for you, Isabella?"
"But, you can't cook!" she exclaimed, her voice matching her facial expression of disbelief. I raised my eyebrow, silently questioning her exclamation. "I mean, you have no reason to cook, Jasper."
"When you have had as much time on your hands as I have, even the cooking channels sound like fun. They're the only channels that continue showing programmes throughout the night, rather than trying to sell cleaning products." I shrugged, watching her shake her head, and I could still feel the amazement rolling off her, knowing that a vampire could cook.
"Sure, if you say you can do it. Cook for me," She giggled again. I could grow used to that sound, I smiled to myself, taking Bella's place rummaging around in the fridge.
"Do you want, eggs, bacon, or b..." I started, as I turned away from the fridge to find that Bella had disappeared. "Isabella?" I walked through the kitchen to see her head poking out from behind the door frame, and seconds later Emmett's head appeared above hers. She giggled before they both quickly pulled back from the doorframe and disappeared again. I rolled my eyes and walked back over to the fridge. Both it is then.

BPov

I was stood in the kitchen quite happily, watching Jasper bent over in front of me, looking through the fridge, providing me with a very good view, when a huge pair of arms came up behind me and lifted me off my feet. I was about to scream, but hands came up to cover my mouth. The room became a blur, and when everything came back into focus, we were surrounded by trees.
"Shhh, Bells, we're going to have some fun." He grinned.
"Emmett, what exactly do you mean, fun?" I asked, actually dreading the answer, knowing that despite what he said, I probably wouldn't like this 'fun'.
"Nothing bad, I swear Belly. I just want to mess with Jazzy a bit. Pleaseeeeeee." He pouted, but I could see the twinkle in his eye, and I knew that he was up to something. He ignored my look of 'don't even fucking bother', and carried me back to the house, setting me down on the stairs. I sighed, and nodded; I would go through with it of my own accord, I knew if I didn't then he'd find some way to make me do it anyway. He nodded his head towards the door to the kitchen, so I poked my head around it.
"Do you want eggs, bacon, or b..." Jasper started speaking, and i watched him turn around to where he thought I was still standing, "Isabella?" he asked the empty room, a look of confusion blatantly clear on his face. I tried to stifle a giggle, and seemed to succeed, as Emmett came up behind me, no doubt looking into the kitchen too, before he quickly pulled us both back.
He pointed his finger towards the stairs and motioned upwards, before he picked me up again. He walked up the stairs silently at human speed and sat me down on the bed in his room.
"Emmett? Why do you have a bed, you don't sleep?" I asked. E-he had one because I stayed over most nights, but it only just hit me that Jasper has a bed in his room, and Emmett has one in here.
"Well, you see, baby sister, Rosalie – while she likes it rough most of the time – has a tendency to ask for some sweet lovin' at times, and I can hardly worship her as she wants me to, if we're up against a wall." He explained animatedly, making large gestures with his hands. I shifted uncomfortably at this information, trying to resist the urge to first flee the bed, knowing what goes in there, and second, throw up. Nobody ever, ever needs to know that much about their brother. Ever.
"Emmett! Too much! Way, way too much!" I exclaimed, covering my ears and scrunching my eyes shut.
"Pshhhhhh." He dismissed my disgust with a wave of his hand. "Don't get you knickers in a twist, it's time to mess with my baby brother."
"How...?" I asked cautiously.
"You'll see, little one. Just know, my little brother has one hell of a lot of pent up frustrations, what with being able to feel the emotions of sexy time with not just me and Rosie, but Edward and Alice," he gritted his teeth as he said their names, his eyes turning black from pure rage, before his eyes faded as he regained composure, "And also, our dear parents."
"Ew! Ew! Ew! Nobody ever needs to know about their parents sex lives! No! I will never, in my entire existence, be able to unhear those words!"
Emmett simply shrugged, again. He put a DVD into the player, and it took me far too long to realise what he'd put on.
"Oh my god, Emmett!" I screamed at him, "Why did you put this on? I'm supposed to be your 'baby sister', stop showing me porn!" the whole while he just laughed at me.
"Calm down Bells," he chuckled, "Just watch it." He winked at me, leaving the room.
I tried to sit on the bed with my eyes closed, i even covered my eyes with my hands, hoping it would all end soon. Unfortunately, Emmett had left the sound on, and in true Emmett style, it was on fairly loud. Damn, that does sound pretty hot... I separated my fingers slightly and glanced at the image on the screen.

JPov

"Bella!" I shouted up the stairs, "Your food's finished."
No response.
I looked up the stairs, my eyes following the direction of her heartbeat. Emmett's room. It was faster than usual, her heart. I tuned into her emotions, trying to determine what the hell was going on.
Disgust. Well, Emmett could be pretty gross at times. And, lust? Wait, what the fuck is he doing up there with her?
"Emmett?" I said up the stairs. No answer, no appearance, nothing. I raised my voice slightly so I could be heard, "Isabella?"
You cannot be serious. He knows about everything that's happened recently, he can't be that much of a numb-nut could he? He can't be doing this to Rose. Not now. I'll kill him.
Maybe I should have told him about how I feel about Bella. He's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box; he doesn't usually pick up on these things easily.
It's times like these I wish I was Fuckward. Not to hurt Bella, but to know what the hell was going on up there. Even if I couldn't read her mind, I'd be able to read Emmett's. If it's about anything more intellectual than kittens dancing in ice skates, then something's going on.

I started to walk up the stairs quietly, so neither would hear me, and lord knows Emmett's probably far too busy to try picking up on my scent. I stopped just outside of Emmett's bedroom door, and was reaching my hand out to the handle. Just as I put my hand on it, I took a deep breath, and almost broke the door down. It wasn't her blood affecting me, I knew that much. I used to try not to breath around her often, because Alice always said that she had a vision, and I wouldn't be able to control my bloodlust around her, and I didn't want to hurt Bella so I went along with it. I guess I also didn't want to hurt Eddie – even though if I had the chance now, I would rip him limb from limb and scatter him across the seven major continents. But now, it wasn't her blood drawing me in; it was the scent of her arousal. The delicious, sweet, heady scent. If I didn't go back downstairs, I knew I would be smashing the door down and taking her, there and then. And that's not how I want her first time to be like that. Plus, if she doesn't want it to be with me, then I would have to forever live with the guilt of taking that from her, and with my picture perfect memory, I would forever remember the look that would no doubt be gutted about what had happened, yet trying to maintain her composure, the ever loving, accepting Bella. Forever etched into my memory.
But damn, I'm going to have to get a cold shower now!

I hope I didn't disappoint; Please review, let me know what you think :)

Something I missed first time around in the story? Nicknames for characters? Events you think should have been in there? Let me know, I'll try to fit them in. :)

Kiki-Jo xxxx