characters (POVs underlined): Jasper/Bella, mention of Angela, Carlisle, Esme, Alice
warnings: au/ah. wip. explicit content. profanity.
disclaimer: fic•tion [fíksh'n]: literary works of imagination
author's notes: my Bella was inspired by KStew's character in Adventureland, thought i'd mention that. thanks for the people who left me a comment on the prologue! i hope you enjoy this. next chapter will introduce Edward.
OF LOVE AND RAZORBLADES;;
chapter one: a hotter touch, a better fuck
(Bella POV)
"Would you turn that racket down?" my voice only just reached over the music. I waved my hand towards the bed, where Jasper was lounging lazily with a book, hoping to catch his attention. We had a living room table he could work on, not far from the desk I was currently occupying, but apparently the bed was much more fun when reading up on computer science.
"Racket?" Jasper got up from the bed, and walked over to me deliberately slow. He whirled my chair around, the world spinning fast, and now I was facing him. I gave him a hard stare, but kept a playful glint in my eyes. "You're calling this band racket?" He squinted, even though he knew very well what kind of answer to expect from me. I was only teasing, but then, so was he.
"If it interferes with my work? It's racket," I said matter-of-factly, and took of my glasses, biting down on one of its hinges. "If it doesn't? No, I quite like it," I admitted, putting my glasses back on, biting down on my bottom lip this time. He leaned in, slowly again, and captured my lips in a kiss, sucking at my lips hard. God, I loved kissing him. I felt my own moans vibrating against his lips. Before I had the time to throw my arms around his neck though, my laptop made a popping sound, signalling I had an unread message.
"You've got mail." Jasper pulled back, and whirled me back around before I had a chance to complain properly. I hated how in control he was sometimes, so very much the opposite of how uncontrollable my appetites were. Still, I opened my email, feeling Jasper put down his chin on my shoulder to read with me.
Dear Miss Hale,
My name is Angela Weber, and I'm one of your students. I know we have a paper to hand it by the end of the week, but unfortunately I have fallen ill; I think I have the flu. I was wondering if I could get an extension for the paper.
Sincerely,
Angela Weber
I stared at the screen for a while, then turned my head slightly; I exchanged a meaningful look with Jasper. "What do you think?" I asked. I remembered Angela from my discussion classes; Doctor Cullen had a busy workload this year so he'd let me take care of those. Angela was an extremely shy girl, even for a freshman; she didn't say much during the classes, but she took notes like no other.
"I don't know." Jasper quirked his mouth and stared back at the screen questioningly. "Sounds like an excuse to me," he said after long moments. "Love how they call you Miss Hale," he grinned, and moved away from me, sitting down on the bed again. I chuckled, mostly to myself; I'd been Miss Hale for almost four years now, and he still found it extremely thrilling to hear people calling me by the name. "Angela Weber." Jasper put down his book. "Isn't that the freshman from Forks? The one Rose knows?"
"Yeah," I answered, my attention already back to my laptop screen to type out my response. Jasper and Angela had never met of course, he was only nine when he had spend a few months in Forks. Rose had told us about her, mostly because she'd found out Angela was taking both of our classes.
Dear Miss Weber,
I'm willing to give you an extra week for your paper, but no longer. Please make sure to have it ready by the end of next week. I hope you feel better.
Sincerely,
Bella Hale
There, that was that. I didn't want to be known as a teaching assistant that went easy on students, but I didn't want to be known as a heartless bitch either, even though in some situations I very much was. My students, however, didn't need to see that side of me. If it did turn out to be some excuse, well, then Angela Weber would only get away with it this once.
"So, we going out tonight?" Jasper asked, grabbing his football from the nightstand and twirling it around in his hands. "Emmett wondered if we might stop by that frat party, the Gamma... Psi. Whatever. He just wanted to know if we'd come."
"Kappa Kappa Psi," I corrected him. "I was actually hoping to get some work done for Doctor Cullen." I closed my laptop and walked over to the bed. I crawled over the sheets on my hands and knees until I was hovering over Jasper; I straddled his hips and tossed his football aside. He sat up on his elbows. "But you don't need me to go to a frat party."
"Cullen Cullen Cullen. All I ever hear from you." He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. I leaned in for a kiss, but Jasper moved his head. I pouted teasingly. "Are you sleeping with him?" he eyed me suspiciously. I looked back at him, my lips still set in a pout, wondering about how to answer.
"Would you want to know if I was?" I raised an eyebrow, and placed my hands on his chest to find my balance again.
"Him? Yes," Jasper answered resolutely. I couldn't say I blamed him for wanting to know. To be honest, Doctor Cullen could easily have been my greatest conquest. He was a strong man, respected by the faculty. Strangely but true, I'd never once considered seducing him. And I definitely couldn't now that I was his TA. Especially after finding out why he had fired my predecessor, Alice Brandon.
"Never have," I shook my head. Jasper knew it was true; I could lie to any man, but not him. Just like he could never lie to me. The difference was that he would never even try.
"How come?" he frowned. I chuckled. There was something I saw in Doctor Cullen that I hadn't found in a whole lot of other men; deep affectionate love for his family. And Esme's love for Carlisle ran just as deep. What I saw in that family I could have easily called perfection, even though it probably wasn't. Just like Jasper though, I had a very different definition of what perfect was.
"He's married," I shrugged. Not to mention the fact that Carlisle and Esme had this beautiful boy, Michael, that I worshipped and adored.
"You're married too," Jasper flipped me over on the bed quickly, settling his groin comfortably in between my legs. He grinded his hips slightly, the throbbing between my thighs growing stronger instantly. I bit down on my bottom lip, and threw my head back in the mattress, moaning loudly. He laced his left hand with my right, and I looked at his wedding ring briefly, smiling.
"He's a better person than I am." I smiled up at him again, and then he claimed my mouth with his, sucking at my upper lip, his tongue massaging against mine. I felt his cock grow hard inside his slacks, only making me moan into his mouth. He ground his hips against my pelvis again, but I only continued to kiss him, throwing my arms around his neck to pull him in even closer.
His groan reverberated down my throat, echoing through the rest of my body. He set a steady rhythm rubbing up against me, his cock rock-hard, grazing my clit right through the fabric of his slacks and my PJ shorts. Good God, how did he do that? I tilted my hips for extra effect, my pussy pounding painfully hard; I needed more of him. "Jazz, please," I begged against his lips, his breath hot against my flustered skin.
"Babe, we can't..." he panted heavily, but his movements didn't falter for a single second. "We're out of condoms," he groaned again, his teeth raking down my throat. Fuck no, his damn insistence on wearing a condom. Never mind that I was on the pill and wore a diaphragm whenever we had sex. How could we be out of condoms? We were never out of condoms. Why was he driving me this crazy when he knew we couldn't go further than this?
"Holy shit, Jazz," I whimpered. I knew better than to beg at this point; there was no way I could convince him to get inside me, even in his current state. He had his rules, and nothing could get him off those, not even me. So I did the only thing I could think off; I opened my legs further and wrapped them around his waist, spreading myself for him. I pulled him tighter against me, needing more friction, needing more of him, needing him right where he was.
"Fuck yes, babe." Jazz buried his face in the crook of my neck, in my hair, sucking at my collarbone; I would probably have to cover that up for the next week or so, but God help me I was beyond caring at this point. His movements never once relented, never stopped, he kept working at that steady and fucking slow pace, grating against me in long strokes. His breathing grew more frenzied, and I knew he was now focusing on not climaxing before I was right there along with him. His hands moved under my ass, lifting me slightly to meet his motions.
"Jazz. Jesus." I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my body shuddering. I gyrated my hips into him, my head reeling, but it still wasn't enough; I was close, but not close enough to orgasm with just this friction. God, I needed him so badly. "I need... Jazz, please," I threw my head back again and wriggled against him more frantically; my body was begging for release.
"Aaahh," Jasper shuddered against me, his dick rubbing me hard, and I lost it, right there at the sight of my Jazz climaxing. My eyes rolled back in my head and I cried out loudly, my orgasm pulsing through me randomly.
I clutched my arms around Jasper even tighter.
"Shower?" Jasper asked, whispering in my ear, then placing a kiss softly over the hickey he'd just given me. He had a point: we were both slathered in sweat and he'd just come in his slacks. A shower sounded even closer to heaven than I already was right now.
"Shower," I chuckled.
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