Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.

A/N-While this is S&S J/E, they are only possible moments from the story, and do not in any way affect the storyline, or outcome, of Safe and Sound.

Huge thanks to C Me Smile-You make ME smile with your sweet words and Jasper love.

Happy birthday, Angstgoddess003! Maybe it be filled with dry humps and buttsecks! I heart you hard, bb!

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Proving You Wrong

Location: Forks, WA (Want)

All we need is just a little patience
Said sugar make it slow
And we'll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience-Guns n' Roses

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Sitting at the table, still uncomfortable in my tuxedo, my fingers played with the edge of the linen tablecloth. Alice had wondered off, wanting to spend some time socializing with some other friends of hers. I had opted to stay behind, wanting some time alone, some time to think, even if it was only a brief moment.

Absently looking around the room, I saw my classmates dancing, flirting, eating, drinking and enjoying their Prom while I sat there wondering what the fuck I had done to upset Edward. I wasn't used to having him mad at me; I was always the one to withdraw while he actively tried to ease my mind from whatever troubled me. However, we seemed to have changed roles with Edward distancing himself from me over the past week, and I feared the reason why. As much as I tried to not to, when my eyes roamed the room, they finally settled on the one person I was trying to avoid. It was useless to resist, my eyes were drawn to him, fuck my soul was drawn to him as much as the girl in his arms.

Edward and Bella were on the dance floor, arms around each other, her head resting on his shoulder. I couldn't help but stare at them. They made a beautiful couple. Bella was stunning in her dress with her pale skin and mahogany hair, but it was Edward that left people breathless when in their presence. The tie around his neck almost matched the color of his shiny bronze hair while his shockingly deep green eyes and perfect skin, with just a hint of red on his cheeks, contrasted his ultra black tux. The tux that looked tailor made, draping over his wide shoulders, resting loosely around his hips, the cuffs of his pants skimming the tops of his polished black shoes.

Edward made everything look better.

As he guided Bella around, he turned, facing me, eyes meeting mine. Considering his mysteriously shitty mood, I expected him to look away as soon as he caught me eyeing him. Instead, he gave me the smallest hint of a smile, but I spotted a sadness swimming in his emerald eyes. Slightly mesmerized, I continued to watch him, as he continued to hold my stare, challenging me. I was never up to challenge Edward, and tonight was no different. With a sigh, I tore my eyes away, and suddenly needing air, I got up and headed out.

Once outside, I walked around the corner, down some steps to the side of the building spotting a footpath leading to a small garden. Small white lights were strung along an ivy covered trellis, lighting the thin path below in a romantic glow. Undoing the buttons on my jacket, letting it fall open, I leaned one shoulder against the trellis entrance. Alone I stood there, looking out over the garden, my mind racing with the images of the nigh - Alice's typical excitability, Bella's dance with me, and most confusing, Edward's seeming indifference to me alone. It was silent except for the faint music and muffled sounds of the DJ and occasional cheers from the Prom-goers inside.

I felt his presence before I even heard him behind me.

It was not a surprise when his arms wrapped around me from behind, and as much as I wanted to pull away, as much as every part of my mind screamed to move out of his embrace, I found my body instinctively leaning back into his. My hands reached up to cover his clasped ones at my waist, his skin soft and smooth, I weaved my fingers in with his. Body heat radiated from him, I swear his temperature ran slightly above average, traveling through the material of our jackets, his body warming mine on the outside as much as his presence warmed me on the inside.

Once he was assured I was not pulling away, I felt the gentlest of kisses on my neck, the spot below my ear. The shudder that flowed through my body did not go unnoticed, as I felt his lips smile against me as he let them rest there for a moment. Before he pulled his mouth away, he took my earlobe in between his lips, barely touching it before releasing it and resting his chin on my shoulder, staring out at the garden before us.

He knew exactly what he did to me, and took full advantage of it.

The breeze had picked up, carrying the scent of the flowers in the garden, and the food from inside, but all I could smell was Edward. The cinnamon and spice scent that he always seemed to have mixed with his honey shampoo and the sweet scent assaulted me as I took in a deep breath. I doubted I would ever smell anything as intoxicating as him. Dizzy from his influence, I leaned back into him even more, letting him support more of my weight, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked me quietly, in a low even tone.

"You tell me. You're the one who has been avoiding me these past few days," I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to know the answer to the next question. "What did I do, Edward?"

"I'm sorry, Jasper," he murmured, his warm breath tickled my cheek when he spoke. "You didn't do anything." Letting go of his hands, I stood up straight, and turned around his arms, his grip never loosening around my waist as his hands slid under my open jacket.

"I wish you could tell me." I brought my fingers up, letting the tips delicately trace his face from his eyebrows, down his flushed cheeks and over his full lips. As my thumbs grazed over his bottom lip, he looked up at me, and I saw the apology that had came out of his mouth in his eyes as well; they were dark, tinted with a bit of sorrow, the conflict so clear on his face that my heart broke.

With a sigh, I put my forehead against his, my hands on his either side of his neck while I ran my thumbs along his jaw. "Edward, please just tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help?"

Our heads shook together when he shook his back and forth. "I can't Jasper. I'm sorry. Please just understand it's not you." His voice wavered as he spoke, but why, I wasn't sure.

My voice held the same uncertainty. "That's not good enough, Edward. The, 'it's not you, it's me' doesn't work with me. " Inside, the music played, gently pouring around us, covering us in light notes, soft melodies, and romantic lyrics.

"Please, Jasper…" The need in his voice scared me, I had never heard Edward so out of control, so desperate. "Please, just dance with me?"

My only response was to allow my hands to slide behind his neck, letting my fingers play with the silky wisps of hair there, the collar of his suit jacket rough against my skin as I pulled him closer. With a small gasp of relief, his hands reflexively tightened around my waist, as we began to slowly sway back and forth, forehead to forehead, small puffs of our breaths mingling in the cooling air between us.

"Edward," I sighed, letting my eyes close, losing myself in the feeling of being in his arms again. It had been too long since I had felt the strength of his touch, holding me to him. Never had I realized how much I had missed it, how much I craved to have his hands on me again. A touch that was firm, caring, knowing, and exploring. Under the feel of his lips, his hands, his body, parts of me awoke, only for him.

Perhaps he didn't feel the same way.

Perhaps to him I was nothing more than a convenient warm body.

Perhaps he had found someone else.

Taking the time to gather my courage to ask him what I feared the most, what shook me to the core, something I'm not sure I could ever recover from. "You don't want me anymore?"

His reaction was more immediate than I expected. As he pulled back from me, my eyes snapped open.

"What? Why would you say that?" he blurted out as if he couldn't speak fast enough.

"How can I think otherwise?" I began, trying hopelessly to hide my panic.

He actually smirked, like he couldn't believe I would ask such an absurd question. "Trust me, Jasper." Lightly I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb drawing back and forth over my heated skin.

Even under his convincing touch, my waves shook as I begun deny his request, "But how?"

His answer was simple, it was honest and true. "Because, I am telling you. Trust. Me."

At that moment I needed more; I trusted him with my life, but with my heart? I jutted my chin out, readying to question him.

"Prove it. Prove you want me," I demanded in a quiet challenging whisper, my voice betraying the lust I felt cascading through my body or the racing heart in my chest.

"Fuck," he spat, and next thing I know my back was slammed against the cold brick wall of the building, bits of the hard stone poking my body through my jacket, Edward's lips forcefully on mine, demanding. There was no resistance on my part, my body had been screaming, fucking begging, for his touch again since that night in his bedroom, and now it was finally getting it. My lips quickly parted, when his tongue ran along my bottom lip, desperate to taste him again. I felt his moan course thoughout his entire body when our tongues reunited, twisting in a furious need to taste and explore each other.

He tasted so fucking good, and I had missed it.

I angled my head to access him completely while frantically tugging his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to me. My arms wound around his neck, clinging to him as his hands moved to my hips, grabbing them, fingers and nails digging into my flesh through my pants as he pushed his hips up into me.

It had been too long.

With a hard thrust, his erection ground into mine, and he grunted into my mouth. "How's that for proof?" he muttered as his mouth left mine, the slick ribbon of his tongue leaving a damp trail down the tender skin of my throat as I leaned my head back, allowing him access. He continued to grind me painfully against the wall; his hard cock grazing mine on each sensual circle of his hips, in search of any form of friction possible. When I felt the zipper of my pants press to my cock, my only response was to buck against him even more, letting the metal gouge me. "Is that proof enough, Jasper? Proof enough of how much I fucking want you. Of what you, and you alone, do to me."

"Yes," I moaned breathlessly. "Fuck, baby, yes." I was only vaguely aware that his hands were no longer on my hips, but rather at my neck, fumbling with my tie. Fingers violently clawing at the pink satin, yanking, twisting, determined to loosen the knot at the collar of my shirt.

"Get this fucking thing off," he demanded under his breath, his voice vibrating against me as his lips sucked on my Adam's apple. Chuckling, gently I pushed him away, opening my eyes to see a wide-eyed, and rather frenzied, Edward, his lips full and glistening from our kiss. Tantalizingly slow, I let go of his hair and dragged my hands over his shoulders to pull his away from my tie. My eyes never left his, and with surprisingly nimble fingers, although containing the same urgency, I was able to undo the knot, letting it hang loosely around my collar. Once completely undone, Edward's tongue darted out to lick his lips, and I had to resist attacking him, sucking that sweet muscle into my mouth. Holding my stare, he gave me a crooked smile before his warm hands returned to my white polyester collar, firmly gripping the corners before he ripping them apart, sending small pearl buttons flying to the ground, leaving only a bit more than the half the buttons remaining intact.

"I hope you're going to pay for that. This is a rental," I raised an eyebrow, shocked at the slightly delirious boy before me.

"I don't give a fuck," he groaned, slipping his hands under the expensive black material of my tuxedo jacket at my shoulders, anxiously pushing it down my arms until it fell to the ground at my feet. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, I felt naked under his potent stare as his eyes traveled appreciatively over my face, neck and heaving chest. His gaze continued downward, briefly pausing at the bulge in my pants. Ever so slowly, he raised his eyes to mine again, my breath catching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat when I saw the look of raw passion on his face.

How I ever doubted he wanted me, I will never know.

Gently, he reached for my hands, his thumbs caressing as he began to raise them, placing them above my head, holding both of my wrists in one of his large hands while his other weaved into my hair, fisting my golden waves before he leaned into me, his breath feather light in my ear.

"Leave them there," he instructed soothingly.

Nodding, I let my hands relax in his grip. He used his nose to push my shirt open as wide as possible as his mouth covered my collarbone, sometimes nipping with sharp teeth. Suddenly, his pace weakened from the urgency of before as he leisurely made his way up to my neck, I felt him nudge my throat with his nose, and I tilted my head to the side even more allowing him to nuzzle me. Capturing the sensitive skin there, sucking hard, he dragged his tongue back and forth several times as a salve before releasing it. There was no way I could even begin to contain the primal sound that escaped me at the thought of him marking me, marking me his and his alone.

What Alice would do or say when she saw the reddish purple mark on my neck was not a concern.

Getting Edward to do it again was.

He ran his nose up along me to my ear, taking in a deep breath while I let one out. "God you smell so fucking good."

Nibbling my lobe before running the tip of his tongue around the shell of my ear, his breath heavy and moist, sent tingles of pleasure though every fiber of my body, my groin burning with an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time. "Please…" I began, but was unable to keep the thought long enough to continue.

The voice held the same fervor I felt, "Please what, love? Tell me. What do you want?"

Questions I couldn't form the answers to.

All I could manage was a strangled, "More…"

Apparently that was answer enough as his lips were savagely back on mine, his tongue seeking mine, deepening the kiss immediately. The thrust was hard and fast, and felt fucking good, as he continued to force his body to mine, driving his cock up against me while his mouth never stopped exploring mine. I felt his free hand run down my chest, over the exposed areas of skin, my ribcage and abdomen before finally settling over my erection. Stroking me through the material of my pants, palming me roughly up and down, his movements were urgent and greedy.

I almost came right then.

Madly wanting to touch him as freely as he was me, I begin to resist his hand holding mine above my head. I was bigger than Edward, no doubt stronger, and he knew he couldn't hold me if I didn't want to be held.

Panting, I pulled my mouth from his, leaning my head down on his shoulder, his mouth never stopped moving, returning to my ear and the vulnerable skin beneath it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Edward," I gasped, willingly letting my hips match the pace of the pressure of his hand. "Let me touch you," I begged, applying a bit more strength to his hold as my lips sought out his earlobe, taking it between my teeth. Feeling his tremble beneath my mouth made me feel powerful, giving me even more confidence in his desire for me. "Let me touch you…"

A slight nod accompanied by the release of my hands was his only response, my mouth on his ear having rendered him temporarily speechless. With my newly freed hands, I felt instantly overwhelmed with the compulsion to touch him everywhere. Starting with fisting tufts of luxurious hair, to brushing over his neck, pulling his collar down enough for my mouth to latch onto a piece of his heated supple flesh, bruising, claiming his body as mine, as he had already done to me. Lulling his head back, I released his collar, proud of the red mark already beginning to appear, and leaned in to nibble the pale bared neck.

Eyes closed, lips parted, one of his hands rested on my shoulder for support, fingering the ends of my curls, a loud whimper escaped him, pleasing me. He was not as incapacitated as he seemed, because while I continued my efforts, I felt my zipper being lowered, the flaps of my pants falling apart as a large warmth spread through the cotton of my boxers before deft fingers slid under the elastic, through my wiry curls, cupping my cock completely in an open palm. Spreading the milky drops from my slit down over my cock, his hand slid over its damp silky skin, embracing me completely before beginning to pump swiftly.

"Fuck," my unexpected cry was muffled by his throat. Releasing him, I leaned back against the brick, breathlessly watching the bliss cross his beautiful features. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes opening to meet mine, his bottom lip between his teeth while his hand continued in a hurried pace, easily bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Caught between the desperation of holding off and wanting to feel the rush, I determinedly held his gaze, my fingers clenching his shoulders so tightly my knuckles started to turn white. I was going to embarrass myself by cumming too quickly, but being held by him, stroked by him, wanted by him, was enough to push me over the edge instantaneously.

"So close, baby," I whispered in warning as I felt myself throbbing harder in his grip, my pelvis rhythmically undulating into his hold. As the burn began low and deep in my abdomen, and my balls started to tighten, I briefly wondered what kind of mess I was going to make when I came. I prepared to push Edward away quickly, hopefully missing our clothes when my orgasm hit. Edward already had to pay for my ruined shirt, I didn't want the added charge of dry cleaning the cum stains out his jacket.

Watching him watch me was fucking too much, so I glanced down between us, seeing his hand stroking me up and down, the flick his wrist would take each time he reached my head. I lowered my hands to his chest, readying to push him back when I came. Feeling his gasps of breath on my cheek, I realized he was also looking down at us, watching his hand work me.

"Fucking hot, love," he placed a kiss on my cheek as my eyes closed, unable to focus anymore as the burn increased and my entire body began to tighten.

"I'm cumming," I hissed through gritted teeth into the space between us. Without warning, Edward dropped to his knees in front of me, my cock suddenly buried in the succulent heat of his mouth. "Ugh, fuck, baby."

My hands automatically fell to his head, tangling the satin bronze pieces in my fingers, tugging them as his mouth moved skillfully over my cock. One of his hands groped the curve of my ass, holding me tightly to him, while his other cradled my balls, rolling them lightly between his fingers. I couldn't help looking down, but seeing my Edward in a tuxedo on his fucking knees before me, his head bobbing as he sucked and licked proved to be too much. Arching against the wall, I bucked my hips into him, letting out a guttural moan as my cock pulsed into his willing mouth, shooting cum down his throat while he swallowed around me, until the waves of my ecstasy ebbed to ripples of contentment.

While I stood there leaning against the wall for support with my eyes closed, sated and panting, Edward proceeded to lavish my semi-hard cock with his tongue, licking me clean of any trace of my orgasm. Jumping when I felt his fingers on my sensitive cock, I realized he was pulling up my boxers, and doing up the zipper and button on my pants. Lazily, I opened my eyes when I felt him take my hands from his hair, lacing his fingers with mine as he stood up. He had even tucked my shirt back in and had grabbed my jacket, placing it over my shoulders.

"Edward, that was…it was…" I stammered until he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine in soft, small caresses as he cupped my face with one hand, still holding my hand in his other.

"Amazing," he finished for me, murmuring against my mouth before taking my bottom lip between his, running his hot tongue over the plumped flesh. Bringing a hand up behind his neck, I crushed my mouth to his, open and wanting, seeking out his tongue, and my salty taste. We kissed for a few minutes before he pulled away, smiling at me, grabbing my tie. "You need to retie this."

"Later. What about this?" I asked, my fingers grazing his erection through his pants as I watched his eyes fill quickly with desire.

With a crooked smile, he shook his head. "Not tonight. Tonight was about you. About proving you wrong. "

"Considering me proven wrong," I chuckled, pulling him to my lips once again.

With a sigh, he pulled away, "We should get back inside. One more minute out here and I will be taking you up on your offer," he said with a resigned laugh.

I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "And what is wrong with that?"

"Well the girls might wonder where we ran off to." He leaned his forehead against mine again, and we resumed the same position as our dance earlier.

"Edward?" I whispered, my eyes closed, reveling in our closeness the last few minutes before rejoining everyone again.

"Mmm?" His grip around my waist tightened, pulling me to his chest, his cheek resting against mine.

"Thank you."

"For what?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

"For being here with me, for proving me wrong,"

For loving me.

"Always, Jasper," he whispered softly.