Mine: Chapter Two: Christmas:
Summary:
This is a flashback. Remember in the previous chapter through Jane's POV that she mentioned that she had met Bella once while the Cullen family was celebrating Christmas. This is a flashback of that time.
Another Note: Warning, this chapter gets very sexual. I repeat, this chapter gets very sexual. Those that can't stand that sort of thing, or can't tolerate a relationship between women, (in which case you would not be reading this story anyway) don't read it.
Bella's POV:
I checked out of the window of our house as Esme, Carlisle and Jasper set up the huge, almost eight foot pine tree in our living room. I didn't see anyone outside. Then again, my nose was now far superior to what it was like when I was a human, so I should have been able to smell Jane long before seeing her out there. She wasn't there. Yet.
I looked over to where Rosalie and Emmett were showing Renesmee how to put ornaments up on the branches. I wasn't able to hold back any of the warmth I felt at the sight. My daughter was only four and a half, but she was about the size of a twelve year old. Luckily, none of the family, especially Emmett and Rose didn't treat her any less like the baby of the family.
I heard movement in the forest, and I at first felt hope, but then I smelled the musky and quite nasty scent of wolves. Five of them. Ah, Jacob, Seth, Embry, Quil and Leah were here. I immediately felt myself become tense. Naturally, everyone in the family tensed as well and turned to me. They all knew how I felt about Jacob. I was fine with the others, hell even Leah by this point. But what Jacob felt for my daughter was…..I resume to glare at the window where I could hear and smell Jacob and the other four approaching. I was not looking forward to having Jacob near my daughter again. Seth and Embry were always pleasures to have around and I actually had come to see them as my brothers, but Jacob was becoming the bane of my existence.
As I thought about this, smelling Jacob's scent getting closer to the door, I remembered Jane Volturi's offer for me to join her coven in Volterra and in return she'd help kill Jacob Black and the other wolves. I didn't want the other wolves, save for Sam Uley, Paul and maybe Leah to suffer but Jacob was the one wolf that I wanted to watch bleed and whimper in terror. I take a glance at my husband Edward, who's looking in concern at me.
I don't worry. After all, he might now be able to read my mind, but only if I let down my shield, and at this moment, I was not about to do something so stupid. As I confirm this cockily to myself, I think then about how much I despised Jacob even before he had imprinted on Renesmee. He was so much like Edward in his own way.
It was true, Jacob was like Edward, though if you looked at them next to each other you'd claim that they were complete opposites. But nonetheless, the comparison was impossible to avoid when he had been trying to convince me to choose him instead of Edward.
He had tried to make decisions for me, he tried to act like he knew better than me, he even forced me to kiss him once. Albeit, Edward did many things that I still have a hard time stomaching, but he'd never force me to kiss him as far as I know. And still, knowing that that type of man was who my daughter was eventually going to marry, and when Renesmee was at such a young age….It was all decided for her the moment she had been born, and she didn't even get a choice in it! Before I can develop any control, I start growling at where I smell Jacob's scent, only an inch from the door to our house. Jacob heard me because he backed away a little at hearing me.
The rest of the family move to try to calm me, but before they can get a word in, I'm suddenly overwhelmed by waves of calm being sent into me and I feel myself almost relaxing. I for a moment, am able to form a glare and send it towards my empath brother, Jasper. Jasper sent me an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Bella," Jasper chuckled gently, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't kill our guests. Especially not in front of my niece." Jasper ended that with a very protective tone and empath abilities aside, I actually softened a little. Jasper was very protective of all of us, but especially his mate Alice, Esme his mother and his niece, Renesmee. His niece, to him was proof besides Alice that he could redeem himself and that he wasn't just a monster and killer like Maria had trained him to be.
I nodded, conceding. I was angry, indescribably angry that Jacob had imprinted on my newborn daughter, but I loved my daughter more and the thought of exposing her to such violence as trying to massacre someone who she considered "family," would be unforgiveable.
"I'm calm now, brother." I said quietly to Jasper, passing him so that I would go into the kitchen. The thought that Jacob has become such a beloved family member to Renesmee, only increases my anger and fear of the future relationship that they will more than likely have. Jacob, right now is like an older brother or uncle to my daughter, does he even comprehend what effect it might have on her to suddenly see him as a husband?
Jacob reassures me that she'll begin to see him the same way as he sees her. Trust me, that is by no means a reassurance to me. How can I feel better upon hearing that when I can't accept it ever and just want to murder Jacob whenever I see, hear or smell him?
I hear all five of the wolves enter the house and I can hear Jacob slowly, cautiously coming into the room.
"Is Bella alright?" Jacob asked nervously, "I heard her growling." I then heard him shuffle over to where I knew Renesmee was standing near the tree. Once again, I tensed at this. It was made even worse when instead of being repulsed by Jacob's presence, Renesmee ran to Jacob with open arms.
What the little girl cried when she went to him did not help matters, "Uncle Jacob!" She cried, jumping up in his arms as he laughed.
My stomach would have churned, had I still been human. Jacob wasn't rectifying her calling him "uncle" and he seemed more than happy with that title even though he was eventually planning to have sex with her, and Renesmee had no idea…
The rage was slowly taking me over again and I let out a terrible snarl as I let my right fist slide into the marble counter, smashing it. There was no sound from the living room. Everyone remained quiet. Only a few seconds later I heard two voices leave the room.
"Mommy!" Renesmee cried and I heard her leave Jacob's arms and run to the kitchen.
"Bella?" I heard Esme, my mother whisper, "What…..? Are you alright, love?"
There was movement and I heard them join Renesmee as they moved to the entrance of the kitchen. I unfortunately didn't want to face them while I was in this state. I turned towards the window and growled without turning back to them.
"I'm going out," Was my angry remark, "And I don't want any of you following me, okay? I just need time to think. And I mean it, Edward," I added, my growl becoming almost a small roar, "I know you always follow me even when I continually tell you not to. Stay away until I cool down. Besides," I decided to add one last biting remark, "you need to watch Renesmee and make sure Jacob doesn't molest her."
I heard several gasps behind me and Jacob's snarl of disbelief as I shot out the closed glass window, smashing it to bits as I got through and my feet hit the snow covered ground. I heard my family and the wolves calling and discussing whether or not they should go after me, but Alice's voice seemed to catch all of their attention in order to command them.
"Let's give her the space she needs," Was the response I heard from her in regard to my outburst, her voice as usual as lovely as bells chiming, "Once she has some time to herself and can calm down, she won't be as angry at Jacob. Renesmee, honey? Just leave your mommy alone for a little while. She'll be okay. So why don't you unwrap the presents grandma and grandpa got you?" My grin came in full force. Alice, my best friend, I could count on her for anything, including keep secrets for me. As I heard the rest of the family move away from the window where I had made my escape, I started running towards the forest. A part of me actually hoped that Jane would be there tonight.
There was something else that worried me. Alice's visions. I knew that Alice would back me up no matter what, but had she seen me meet with Jane? I remembered Jane telling me that she'd come back to see me on Christmas. We planned it so that means that it was something that could be seen in Alice's visions.
As I got to the middle of the forest under half a minute due to my speed, I ignored my concerns. I just wanted to see Jane right now. Damn the consequences of Alice possibly seeing us. I was too tired of pleasing my family, even my daughter, the wolves and yes, my husband to care any longer. I just wanted to speak to someone who could understand me. Albeit, Alice understood me, I suspect more than I understood myself, but she was occupied with keeping the family and Jasper herself happy.
She shouldn't have to worry about me.
I got to the middle of the forest area, and new by scent that I was only a mile from the large hills. I could tell from the smell of the fog and the plants that grew specifically in that area. I stopped my running and this time only slowly walked towards where I was headed. I highly suspected that I was far enough by now that even vampires and wolves couldn't hear what I might say with anyone coming by.
I forced myself to calm down. I was okay, I just needed a few hours. I trudged through the dirt, the scents of several animals like deer, squirrels, elk, wolves and bears filling my senses. I could more than easily have caught them, had I been thirsty. They wouldn't have gotten away in time either. A vampire is faster than anything on earth, save for a wolf shifter. However, I was in no mood to feed and I wasn't going to kills something just because I was angry.
That thought brings up even more troubled emotions and my mind goes back to several other things to be anxious about. Jane Volturi. The girl-no woman in a girl's body had haunted my thoughts for years now. True, years was nothing for a vampire and after a few centuries, I'd probably look back on this and laugh at how I could have possibly thought that a few years was hard. But there was still a question, if there would be a time a few centuries from now, who would I be spending it with?
Jane or Edward?
I thought I could be unaffected by encountering Jane over the past years, that I could ignore easily the little vampire's advances. I thought that her actions of courting me would leave me unaffected. God, I was so wrong.
I had already come to the realization that I loved her, but I wouldn't admit it, not yet.
But there was a lot more to think about than just that, wasn't there? Jane's offer has echoed throughout my skull almost every month of every year now. Her offers to murder Jacob for trying to take my daughter was just too tempting to not think about at least a little. How could I not think about it when it was just too easy to join with her coven and then just watch as La Push was ravaged and laugh as Jacob Black, Sam Uley, Leah and the wolves had their throats torn?
It was just too easy to fantasize. This was why I never thought about these things when I was around Edward or Jasper. Jasper could sense my emotions too easily and Edward might be able to see my thoughts if I let my guard down for even a second. I had to come here, to my special thinking spot. Only Jane and myself knew where I went when I was angry. Maybe Alice knew but she wasn't telling.
Before my chaotic thoughts could wander any farther, a new scent hit me. And it wasn't the scent of any human or animal. It was a vampire's scent. A scent I knew all too well.
"Jane." I whispered, eyes wide. So, she had come. I could smell her, not that far off. Deeper in the than me and closer to the high hills there. I heard her though. She was coming closer, running as fast as any vampire could. I could sense her and just imagine her as she was coming; dangerous, deadly, intense. I could picture her, pale, blood red eyes, black hooded cloak, her red eyes almost piercing the fog as she moved.
I shivered at the image. I knew how intimidating she was. And as a result, a part of me feared her. But that wasn't the only reason I was unnerved by her. She made me feel things that were so different from what I felt with Edward.
Along with that confirmation, I feel deep guilt for my feelings for Jane. Edward was the man that I married and swore I'd be with always, the man that I was changed into a vampire by, and have been through so much with. The day that I went to Volterra to save Edward, running into his stone arms to get him inside to hide from the sunlight, I was sure that I had reached the happiness I needed, until my eyes met those red ones once we were addressed by the Volturi, and Jane.
I smelled her getting close. She was moving surprisingly fast. She must have been eager to see me. I knew Jane. I knew her too well. I knew her moods, her secrets, her hopes and the things that she hated more than anything else. I knew she hated not being with me, and I knew that she hated that I wouldn't join her and her family in Italy. I confess, so long as Edward wasn't around, I had been thinking about her offers quite seriously.
What made me worry though was what would happen to my family. What would become of Esme and Carlisle? What would happen to my loveable and protective brothers Emmett and Jasper? What about my sisters. Rose and Alice? And even worse, what about Edward and my daughter? What would become of them? Was there only room in the Volturi for me? However, I also feared that maybe, just maybe the Votluri weren't through with us yet. I had seen how angry some of them were after our confrontation years ago on our lawn with the rest of the vampires from around the world. They had not been happy that we had been able to stave them off for a time. Edward even suggested that Aro was afraid of us…..Of me to be specific. And as I knew from experience and stories, the Volturi tended to destroy what they feared, as many humans did.
The story of what Caius did to the werewolves was proof enough of that. As if their fear of Renesmee when they thought she was an immortal child didn't make me even more nervous.
As I smelled Jane's sent moving nearer to my location, my thoughts go to Aro. I suspected he was very pleased with Jane offering me a place in the Volturi. I remembered him being very intrigued by my gift. He wanted me, Alice and Edward as part of his coven and I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of my family was coveted by that insane, power hungry vampire.
What Jane has told me about Didyme has made yet even more troubled. Didyme used to be Jane and Alec's mother figure before the war with the Romanian vampires. Yes, Jane told me about the Romanian war. Granted those two Romanian vampires that fought with us years ago; Stefan and Vladimir already told us their side of the story, which wasn't very convincing.
Somehow being tyrants over humans and saying that they were okay because at least they admitted being tyrants as opposed to the Volturi just didn't help their case. The Volturi weren't necessarily slave owners like the Romanians were, but they were tyrants. That whole, "Join us or die" attitude infuriated me unlike anything else.
But there was one thing that stuck out and left my mind even more fearful of Aro. Jane told me that Didyme was going to leave the coven with her mate Marcus, the black haired sullen one that was part of the three brothers in power. And then she was ripped apart and burned by a Romanian vampire.
Something about that sounded really suspicious. What's more, it makes me feel nervous for Jane. If my suspicion of what happened to Didyme is correct, what would happen if Aro got the idea that Jane was more loyal to me than to him?
I clenched my eyes shut at that. I couldn't think that that would happen, I couldn't. The very fragment of the thought that Jane might get…..Besides, she'd hit Aro with her power before he could do that.
There was something else. I was afraid Jane would find out about Jacob. She already knew the disgusting fact that Jacob had imprinted on Renesmee, but she didn't know that Jacob had once vied for my attention against Edward. I was almost deathly afraid of her finding out; she already wanted to kill him and offered me his severed head on a silver platter. Good god, I don't even want to think about how she'd react if I told her that he forced me to kiss him once.
She'd probably storm right into the house, regardless of keeping herself secret and attack Jacob right in front of the family and the rest of the wolves with the intention of ripping him apart.
And she could do it too. It was true, newborn vampires were much stronger than the older ones, but Jane was centuries upon centuries old, and even Jacob Black with his alpha blood wouldn't be any match for her.
Naturally, I was going to wisely shut my mouth about it. Finally, I heard rustling from the bushes and smelled the familiar scent of an animal that Emmett and Jasper both frequently saw as dinner; a grizzly. What was more, this grizzly was terrified. I could smell its fear. Now what exactly could scare a grizzly bear? Simple.
Me. And Jane as well. All vampires really.
The scent of a vampire was enough to scare an animal as far away as possible. They were scared of the "world's most dangerous predator," as Edward put it. The usually terrifying beast's massive brown head emerged from the lush green ferns as it looked around in fear and panic, and then it caught sight and scent of me.
The poor damn thing, it must have been terrified. On one end it smelled Jane and ran from her, thinking it would be safe, then it ran into me and smelled me. Problem is, the grizzly should be way more scared of me than of Jane. Jane doesn't kill and drain animals. I do though.
I smirked at the grizzly's eyes when it saw and smelled me. I could just see the wheels turning in its head as it realized it was in deep shit.
"Don't worry, Teddy," I sneered, flashing my teeth, "I've already fed, I'm not interested. Besides, I feed mostly on wolves," I ended that sentence with disgust as I thought of Jacob again, "You're not on the menu for me. Just wolves."
The bear seemed more or less to not understand as it became even more frightened by the noises I was making. It scrammed from out of the bushes and bolted past me, its fear almost making me want to chase it. Hey, I was a predator now; predators zeroed in on fear. However, I stopped myself and instead turned towards where I knew Jane was coming from. The grizzly was running away in terror from that direction so obviously Jane was coming from there. This time I could hear her footsteps, fast and rapid as they were. Every quarter of a second that went by, Jane's feet fell speedily, coming nearer. I could even hear the end of her dark hooded cloak brushing against the ferns on the ground as she approached.
I knew that she could smell where I was, but she couldn't hear me. I had no more bodily functions like my heartbeat so she couldn't hear anything. So I still felt the compulsive desire to allow her to know where exactly I was.
"Jane," I whispered, not needing to speak loudly at all when it came to vampire hearing, "I'm here. Get here faster, I'm getting impatient."
Though I knew as soon as I said it that I would regret it, I was really getting impatient. But, admittedly, telling her that I was becoming hasty was only a nonexistent heartbeat away from telling her that I wanted her here, and having sex with me. Figures.
I heard her move even faster in reaction to the confession of my location. I closed my eyes, sniffing her scent getting closer and hearing the birds that used to be in the trees flee, chirping endlessly in fear at the approaching beast. Finally, the brush behind me rustled again, but this time, I smelled an all too familiar and all too welcomed scent, accompanied by that arrogant, lovely voice.
"Waiting for me all this time?" Jane chuckled as I heard her step through the bushes, "I think I'm either flattered or hurt that you kept your desire for me to come to you a secret for so long."
I finally opened my eyes. I could almost feel my heart swell at her voice, if my heart were still living anyway. I turned to where she was emerging out of the shrubs, twigs snapping instantly as she passed through them. She faced me, her red eyes focusing in intensely on my own and I saw her smile with such pleasure that I almost shivered.
She had the face of an angel, the charm and sensuality of a siren from Greek myth and I couldn't get enough of her.
"Jane." I breathed again, this time unable to say anything else. How could I? I felt myself completely come to peace in comparison to how I felt back at the house with my family. How could I muster the strength to say anything else when all I felt now was serenity and safety?
"Pleased to see me it seems," Jane observed, her eyebrows lifting above her red eyes in amusement, "If it means anything to you, my love, I've been wanting to see you for a long time as well."
I almost felt a lump in my throat at that piece of information, that is after I shivered from the words, "my love." She missed me? I knew her feelings were deep and frighteningly unyielding, but to hear her admit that she actually wanted to see me and missed me hit me as the hardest surprise I had heard since I first learned that she had feelings for me.
Finally, I found the strength to start speaking, however, by the time I opened my mouth and found my voice, Jane had walked up to me faster than any human could see and took my right hand in her own, and lifted it up, the back of my hand facing her and she leaned down, placing a firm but tender kiss on the back of my hand, causing me to shiver again and then she released me, pulling herself back to look at me as she smirked.
I let my hand slowly fall to my side, feeling completely bewitched. And yet again, I find myself incapable of coming up with something to say. God, it felt like I had gone back to when I was a gullible, shy and so easily susceptible to the charms of seduction.
Only this time, unlike when I had been around Edward, I was totally at ease and calm, but still entrapped by her nonetheless.
"Have you missed me as much as I missed you, amata?" she asked the question, her smile that of a predator. I wasn't sure whether to shiver in pleasure or in fear at the pet name. She constantly called me that whenever she came to me. I once asked her what it meant. According to her, it was the feminine word for "beloved" in Italian.
Finally, I managed to break out of my reverie of dazzled mindlessness and got out an actual sentence. Wow, isn't that impressive? I breathed, out, almost gulping, "You have no idea, Jane. I hate being there when Jacob is there. It feels like I'm the only one that feels about him that way. Everyone else acts like he's okay….Even Renesmee, but I can't stand him." At my depressed tangent, I saw Jane's eyes narrow, clearly displeased. I knew I probably shouldn't have spoken about it at all. Jane had problems enough as it was with Jacob Black, she didn't need further encouragement to want his life extinguished. She hated him for imprinting on Renesmee, and she hated him even more for making me go through so much anger, frustration, distress and depression.
Never mind, the latter reason was good enough reason for her to want to zap him with her pain inflicting power, torture him, maim him and then kill him anyway, she didn't even need the fact that he was practically a pedophile now as encouragement. She hated him anyway just for pissing me off.
Still, I knew better than to even breath about the fact that Jacob used to vie for my attention against Edward. Nope, that would pretty much push her over the edge and seal Jacob's gruesome fate.
And as if just to confirm my suspicion about that, Jane let out a low, dangerous and primal growl in her throat, eyes almost dilated with subdued rage.
Realizing that maybe I should cut in, I said quietly, "Hey, Jane, calm down. I'm out of the house, away from Jacob, I don't think there's any reason to go postal or anything."
I wasn't sure if it was hearing my voice or hearing what I just said, but after that, Jane immediately stopped tensing, her eyes returned to normal…Err, or as normal as any red eyed vampire's eyes would be, and she stopped growling, and just looked up calmly at me, once again giving an arrogant smile. That was another thing, Jane could go from being a complete terrifying tornado of rage and destruction to a serene, controlled and arrogant planner in under a few seconds. I guess to a certain extent that'd would be considered creepy under normal circumstances, but for me I've come to see it as impressive and even intriguing and charming.
"Of course, Bella," Jane said, absolutely unchanging in how calm she was now, "I'm fine now."
I found myself smirking at that tone. "Sure you are." I answered, though I was wise not to add anything else in when it came to the matter of Jacob.
However, I decided that that was enough of Jane getting angered over Jacob and we should move on with our….Sessions. "Come here." I said quietly, opening my arms up affectionately. Once again, Jane's sporadic emotions showed as her cool as ice expression melted into one of joy and even hope. She practically lunged at me and rammed herself into my stone chest and let me wrap my arms around her. I held her close as she nuzzled into my neck and started purring like a little kitten.
Whatever cautions I had about this beautiful vampire evaporated instantly. That was what I loved about Jane. She could be ferocious as a lioness one second, tame as a little cub the next, and such a flirtatious and sweet little girl another minute.
I rested my chin against the top of the black cowl of Jane's hooded cloak as I held her. This was great. I felt completely content again. It had only been five months since I last saw her but it felt like it had been five decades. Kind of contradictory when you take into account that time is supposed to move faster for vampires, not slower.
Releasing Jane finally, I held her at arms' length and gazed at her again, my voice far gentler than when I had spoken to my family and Jacob as it came out, "I am happy to see you, Jane. Very happy. How has it been back in Volterra? Have Felix and Dimitri been as much of pains in the ass as they are usually?" My voice took on a teasing tone at that, "Are they giving you a hard time?"
Jane snorted, eyes slanting to the trees in distaste as she was in thought, "They're the way they always are. Stupid and annoying as hell." She smiled then and turned back to me, "But they're just happy for me. I suppose I shouldn't be giving them such a hard time, but it feels good yelling at them."
"I bet." I whispered dryly. I knew what Jane told me when it came to her coven. From what she's told me, they weren't nearly as bad as Edward claimed they were. Then again, given how narrow minded he is, I shouldn't be surprised. Before I could think about anything else though, Jane's hands clasped by elbows and brought my arms up to her neck, making the palms of my hands rest against the sides of her throat. At least she did until she leaned forward some more so my arms slid past her shoulders and I was hugging her again until she moved her hands to my waist. Arousal jumped through me and I knew very well that I would have blushed horribly if this had been when I was human. I knew Jane could smell how turned on I was but I wasn't complaining. Even sex with Edward wasn't as good as I had once thought it would be. But when Jane held me…
Again, I feel a few moments of guilt, remembering that my little girl wants to see both of her parents at the house. If she were to ever find out that I was having…Well an affair with a member of the Volturi, I don't think I'd know what I'd be able to tell her, if anything at all.
Jane smiled in satisfaction as she could smell my arousal, and her hands traveled down more till one of them was resting on one of my outer legs, the other was very close to the area between my legs. The heat began to build more. With each inch Jane's fingers took towards my center, I felt one shiver after another run through me and I closed my eyes. I heard a satisfied purring noise. I tilted my head back from the sensations but managed to open my eyes a little enough to see that Jane was smirking and I heard the purring erupting from her throat.
Needless to say, she was excited, as was I.
Jane finally reached the place between my legs and started to rub circularly. Her other hand reached up and held me around the waist comfortingly. My gaze started getting hazy and unfocused. I was always happy when Jane touched me but I was extra grateful for her holding me like this, because I started feeling my legs getting wobbly. My eyes closed again and I felt Jane's cold breath on my neck as she nuzzled up against me.
I didn't think I could be more aroused than I already was, that is until Jane's fingers glided lightly over right between my legs. My eyes clenched shut and I found myself jumping, forcing my lower torso against Jane's hand even more.
Jane's amused giggle sounded as loud as an explosion against my ears. Good god I was happy that I was as far away from the house as possible. I could just imagine what would happen if my family, Edward and my daughter, Renesmee, all of which had unnaturally good hearing, overheard the noises I was making and came out here to find me writhing under Jane freaking Volturi's touches.
Jane seemed to somehow be a mind reader herself, for she added to my thoughts, giggling out this time, "Now, now. Do you want one of your family members to wander out here and witness us fornicating like this?"
Despite how sexually stirred up I was now, I found myself laughing at her words, even though I had been afraid of that same exact thing not two seconds ago. And was it weird that I found the way Jane described what we were doing as "fornicating" more dirty than just her saying "having sex?"
Yeah, that was weird.
I however, just relaxed as she touched me. I could feel Jane pushing herself up a little so as to be about the height of my neck and I started shivering again as I felt her teeth scrape the skin just above my collarbone.
I could feel the throes of pleasure starting to build up in me as Jane lowered herself this time, her tongue coming out and licking across my right nipple under my shirt. This time I couldn't hold back a small scream, and my eyes snapped open as I let the sound out. Jane didn't react this time, just nuzzled deeper between my breasts and this time removed her hands from my thigh and just placed both of them at my waist. In my haze, I was a little confused at the actions, until I felt her push me till I was up against one of the tall, moss covered trees. Jane then allowed me to slide down the tree till I was sitting on the ground and she was kneeling on the ground with me. She then, while on the ground, pushed herself till she was right between my legs.
I couldn't do much else in my state except for let myself slide to the ground and let both my body and head fall back so that they were both propped up against the tree, and I felt Jane wrap my legs around her waist as I could feel her undo my belt and pants.
Naturally, what happened next, even after it was over, made me whimper in pleasure at the thought of it. Jane had been merciless. Once my belt and pants were undone and removed, she had slid herself into me multiple times. Grinding and circling against my groin with her knee, licking constantly at my center, fingers stroking and thrusting. I hadn't been able to stop myself; I had roared, screamed and snarled like an animal having sex. The tree behind me cracked and I could hear several branches collapse as a result.
When the pleasure caused by my many orgasms subsided and I just slumped on the ground against the tree, (or what was left of the tree) my eyes completely hazed. One of my shoes had slipped off in my thrashing, thought that wasn't anything compared to the number of branches on the ground next to Jane and myself. Not a big shocker, really. Vampire sex is almost always rough and ends in inanimate objects, or trees, (or just surroundings in general) completely wrecked. After all, Emmett loved reminding me that he and Rosalie smashed a number of houses with their lovemaking.
Edward and my own sex wasn't as bad, but when I think about it, I have a feeling my lack of passion might have had something to do with that. Jane and I on the other hand might as well have been responsible for half the trees in this area being damaged.
I felt Jane move away from me for a moment and heard her pick up my shoe from the ground and could feel her putting it back on me. Even with my body in a completely weakened state, I tried, while exhausted, to get up on my elbows so I could look down at where Jane was placing my shoe on.
Jane succeeded and then looked up at me, smirking. I know I would have blushed if I could have, but instead settled for glaring angrily. Jane just loved reminding me that I had no control when it came to her. She loved pointing out that it was so easy for me to bend when coming to face her and the pleasure she's offered me. She knows I can't resist her in any way at all and relishes in that fact.
"Don't look at me like that," Jane giggled, making her look completely childish, despite what she had just done to me. Though her red eyes were still hooded with lust as she spoke, "I know you enjoyed it. It's not as if you were able to say that you weren't enjoying it," Jane's smirk then shifted in a flat out, dark grin, "Then again, you weren't able to do anything except scream and writhe anyway."
Anger clouded me instead of the afterglow of sex and I have no idea how I managed enough energy to do this, but I was able to kick my right leg out and ram it into Jane's stomach, throwing her back a little.
Only after Jane was thrown from me and hit the ground, did I realize what I had done. My eyes widened it dawned on me. I almost immediately picked myself up off the ground, stumbling and trembling the whole time, managing to keep myself up by grabbing the bark of the tree as I looked over at my now rather annoyed and upset lover.
I stared, seeing the bottom of Jane's cloak fall around her legs, exposing them to me and sending a shiver through me at the sight. I would have become even more excited by the fact that Jane was currently on the ground; a submissive position, if that is it weren't for the fact that I could see just how hurt and pained Jane was at my action and almost immediately whatever anger, arousal or excitement I had felt disappeared and was replaced with guilt and desperation to amend.
"Jane….," I started, not sure what I could say, "I'm sorry….It's just-" I wasn't able to finish when Jane cut me off.
"Just what?" Jane asked for me, now looking right at me, red eyes completely serious and angry, "Just that you're ashamed of me and don't want to admit to your dear Cullen family that you are in love and having sex with the "enemy." That you've been made love to by the disgusting, evil Jane Volturi? Isn't that just it?"
"You know that that's not true," I said quietly, flinching, eyes now downcast, "I could never feel that way. I do l…..," Even after all this, I couldn't say that word, I couldn't admit it to Jane or to anyone, "I do care about you. I do, Jane. But it still feels like I'm keeping a shameful secret because they see you as an enemy. That's all there is to it. You were with the Volturi, leading them in fact towards our property the day you came to kill my daughter," I emphasized the words as I looked up again to meet my accusing eyes with Jane's now guilty ones, "you were there to kill us and her just like all of your beloved family were there for that purpose," I took a breath and let out gently, "It's just that they've all come to see you as the enemy. I've stopped, but they still fear you, and because of that, I feel like I'm almost betraying them. I don't see you as the enemy anymore, Jane. I could never."
Jane remained silent, and stood up slowly, her black cloak falling back down around her once exposed legs and I felt grateful that the…..Distraction that was begging to let the more beast side of my vampire personality come out was now longer in my line of sight.
I adjusted my head again so that I was looking right at Jane, hoping she hadn't seen how I was ogling her legs for the past seven minutes. I loved her. I knew that now. I belonged to her, heart, body and soul. But in my pathetic state, even after all this, I just couldn't admit it out loud that I was in love with her. I know, really sad, isn't it? I'm the brave warrior that protected my family and other vampires from the Volturi with my shield, ladies and gentlemen, and I can't even admit that I'm in love with this vampire.
Fantastic, goddamn fantastic.
Unfortunately, Jane, as usual, did not miss how I had been staring at her. And Jane, you know, being Jane, just had to remind me of it.
She smiled, holding her head back to observe me, "You know, I did see you looking at me while I was lying here," Her smile and eyes both turned more predatory as she spoke, "It made you want to just pounce on me, pin me to the ground and fuck me senseless, didn't it?"
All three embarrassment, arousal, and anger flooded through me, battling for control, luckily, my anger became the dominant emotion over the other two and I let out a small snarl in protest.
"Jane!" Came my voice, "Knock. It. Off. I know you just want to harass me until I admit it, but," My voice softened and I was no longer glaring, "This is Christmas right now. I'm sorry I've been getting so upset. Right now it seems that I've been doing that with everyone. Look, can we just walk around right now?" I then decided to bring up what I had been wanting to show Jane for the past four and a half Christmases since she first started visiting years ago.
"Jane," I started, smiling almost ecstatically, "Come with me for a little while," I saw Jane's smirk returning and I rolled my eyes, growling playfully, "Not like that, you perv, come with me to the town of Forks. Some of the people here actually have pretty nice Christmas decorations. I'd love to show some of them to you."
Jane's eyes widened upon hearing this and I could see the wheels of thoughts turning in her head as she considered it. I knew very well that Jane prided herself on not letting anyone get to know her too well and knew too well that she didn't let anyone know what she wanted. What was more, she pretended that things she deemed unimportant, like children giggling, animals, sunrises or sunsets, and Christmas lights.
Now, if it had been anyone else that had requested this, Jane would have snarled in rejection, or more likely, would have zapped them with her ability to hurt people and made the scream and writhe with her power and would learn to never suggest such a dull and weak thing to her again.
However, because it was me asking her to come and see the Christmas lights….
"Fine," Jane's voice came out as a sigh, and I could tell that she was trying to be uncaring, "So where's the first menial site?"
Unable to stop myself, I burst out laughing without care. Oh wow. Jane did not know the meaning of tact, to say the least.
"Jane," I laughed, desperately trying to calm down, "Thanks for putting it that way. Well, the first "menial" site, is nearby, so just follow me." I still couldn't stop laughing as Jane glared and I turned to take her into the town. God, Jane didn't realize it, but she could be really, really funny sometimes.
Now to go see the Christmas lights and try to have a normal, light hearted conversation with my lover while we were doing it.
Note: Well, hoped you liked it. Again, this was a flashback, this isn't happening in present day, but it's just a flashback from before since Jane mentioned visiting Bella on Christmas.
So this takes place after What I Want Is You and before the first chapter of "Mine." Again, just a flashback.
The other chapter to this flashback will be in coming soon.
Again, sorry having this chapter be so sexual, I did warn you though. As mentioned, if you didn't like that type of thing or couldn't tolerate a relationship between women, (in which case you would not be reading this story anyway) you should not have read it.