Outtake from the the o/s Emotive
Divination
APOV
"So, are you excited for tonight?" I asked, already knowing what her response would be but indulging her anyways.
In 7.5 seconds she would answer after flushing an unattractive tomato-esque color, and then politely (and with the excitement of an earthworm) say 'yes.'
Nine seconds after that, I would be able to inhale the air around me again, without the threat of pulling her creamy little neck to my mouth and satisfying a long dormant hunger that had been too long denied. Then, I would be reassuring her that she truly did look great, and that the jeans weren't too tight. And of course, Bella, Edward loves that color blue on you.
I sighed heavily, but not heavy enough for her human ears to pick up on my infinite boredom.
Complete and utter boredom.
And time to stop breathing in three, two, one…
Ah, there's the tomato red.
"Yes, I'm excited," she said, sounding all melancholic. "It's just, I think the jeans are too tight, Alice. The shirt…you think he'll like it, really?"
"Of course he'll like it," I said, tapping my fingers to my head to assuage the headache I felt coming. Wait, can vampires get headaches?
"I know, I know. Never bet against Alice," Bella smiled, easily mistaking my gesture.
"That's right!" I said, briefly wondering if I should look back into Angela Weber's future to see if she and Edward wouldn't have been the better fit after all; remembering just as quickly why I didn't steer Edward in her direction to begin with.
Angela's impossibly kind-hearted soul was the perfect little girl her father—Pastor Weber—raised her to be. Just as smart as Bella (if not smarter) she could quote scripture and work out algorithms simultaneously. Not a big deal, but Angela and Carlisle had a lot in common…later this would have caused a problem for Esme, had I let things go this course; hence why Bella was the next best thing.
However, Angela would have been able to convince Edward that he had a soul in 26 days where it would take Bella years.
Actually decades, but you say potato, I say pomme de terre.
"Well, I need to get to Jasper. Edward will be back in one minute, 34 seconds. Just wait for him up in his room," I said, quickly departing.
Two minutes later I was juggling an apple and two bananas in front of Jasper. I knew the feelings that coursed through him, because at the moment, it was being pushed in my direction; Edward's bloodlust and pent-up sexual hunger. But I needed to keep his thoughts clear so that Edward wouldn't know what I had planned. Something he could easily figure out if Jasper questioned the errant feelings roaming in me.
It worked too. All Jasper thought was "why on earth is Alice playing with that food…no big deal, Edward plays with his food too." I knew this because when Edward saw Bella in those skintight jeans—bent over to pick up a stack of books she had knocked over, again—he got an erection, and immediately checked to see if anyone else was home. He instantly picked up Jasper thoughts, and mumbled to himself "why is Jasper fixated on a banana."
Yeah, it was a long path to take to ascertain Edward's thoughts, but I was psychic not a mindreader!
"Let's hunt," I said, knowing that would be the last thing Edward heard before Bella caught him checking out her rack. To be fair, he was just lost in thought—Jasper's thoughts—so his absentminded gaze had nothing to do with her breasts…not at that point anyway.
Without a word Jasper followed me out, leaving the lovebirds alone as we covered ten miles in seconds, and another twenty in minutes. When I was sure we we're out of Edward's hearing range, but not out of Jasper's feeling perimeter, I stopped.
"Give it to me," I said
"W-What?"
"Jasper, our time is short. Give it to me."
Without further hesitation he gave me what I requested, unleashing every emotion that swirled beneath his surface. Including a lust so powerful that before I had time to see it, he had me pressed face forward into a tree.
Did I mention I was naked?
I was a little shocked to feel the ire that hit me, but put that thought away since there wasn't enough time to dwell on it.
"Jasper," I gasped, feeling the head of his stiff cock resting on my lower back as he grabbed my wrists, lifting them above my head. Moments later, he was whirling in circles around me in a flash of white light. With each loop my wrists came closer and closer together, binding me to the tree. I purposely cleared my head, not wanting to see anything, but wanting to feel everything.
After all, this was why I brought him here. Someone needed to make use of all the excess carnality that Edward and Bella didn't know what to do with, and my poor Jasper bore the brunt of the abuse when they would just shove the feelings away.
I was all too happy to help him ease that burden.
I knew it would've sickened Edward to know that his urges were being satisfied this way. To know that Jasper thought of lying between Bella's legs, his mouth buried deep between her naked thighs as he satisfied his thirst by feeding from her iliac artery then…
"Alice," Jasper hissed.
Uh, yeah, as I was saying, I knew it wasn't personal, I knew he didn't want Bella (he didn't even really like her, something I would work on later!) but he couldn't help but receive and give emotion. So, I took Jasper out of Edward's presence, allowing him to exorcise his demons with me.
Through me, on me, in…me.
"Alice, dear, we both know this won't keep you," he whispered, his tongue snaking out to taste the bite mark he'd put behind my earlobe just last night. "But I trust you'll be a good little girl, like your friend," he said, sneering the last word, "and let them hold you in place. Just for good measure," he added, striking me with a tidal wave of obedience and anticipation so strong I nearly fell to my knees.
"Tell me you'll stay put, Alice," he demanded, pulling my hips from the bark and nestling his cock in between my lower cheeks. Moving his hands slowly up my sides, he halted when they grazed my breasts. He reached around, weighing one in each palm before tugging at my nipples. His disembodied voice was memorizing as he repeated his demand into my neck.
"Tell me."
"Yes." It was the only word I could say.
Holding steady to the tree, I took a step back and spread my legs, pushing my ass out at his insistence. Knowing hands caressed my backside with military precision, cupping and squeezing me before they worked their way down one leg and back up the other.
"So wet, Alice," he said, slipping his strong, masculine hands to my thigh before roving higher, letting one lone finger brush against my clit. A strangled moan escaped my throat as I fought to keep my hands in position. He, too, must have sensed my struggle, and I was subsequently struck with wave of submission. The second time his fingers brushed against me, I sighed in pleasure, silently begging him for more.
Jasper's fingers disappeared, but I didn't get the chance to protest as his cool breath fluttered against me, cooling the aching flesh in between my thighs.
"Spread," he panted, taking a seat so that my ankles now flanked his waist. "I want to hear you."
He dove in immediately, exploring me with his lips and tongue, curling and nipping and flicking his flattened tongue until tremors began to shake me. My passionate moans and guttural screams only spurred him on, and I wanted to stick my fingers in his golden hair, hold him to me, but I was still held by his will. Rising to my tip toes, I inched forward like a graceful ballerina, putting him exactly where I wanted him to be.
He acquiesced, sliding his tongue deep inside, allowing the vibrations of his satisfied groan to vibrate through me. It was wet and cold and in and out, re-discovering places he'd been intimately acquainted with. And I was so close, I just needed a little more…
"Jazz!" I yelled, as he gently bit down on my clit, swiftly bring me to completion.
I desperately tried to hold on to the intoxicating, yet all-too-brief series of lovely convulsions that were slowly receding; but he helped me. Letting me ride the euphoric wave out on his fingers, against his mouth, and god-help-me with his powers as he heightened my orgasm.
Did I mention how nice it is being married to an empath?
If I were human, I would've have melted into a pile of goo. Instead, I ripped my bindings away, freeing my hands. In one fell swoop, I dropped to my knees, taking his rigid length into me. Our moans and groans were nothing short of animalistic as he grabbed my small hips, using my body to massage every inch of his erection that was now firmly buried within me.
"Tight…so good," he groaned, angling my body backwards to trail his fingers down my neck.
"For you."
His hand slid down my neck, rubbing my shoulders before they played in the valley of my breasts. Arching my back even more, I rested my palms on either side of his legs, taking harsh and uneven breaths when I felt him latch on to my nipple. There were no lazy movements, he played my body with skill, sucking and biting as his other hand pinched and pulled.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me back up to him, his mouth still suckling from me while his cock urged me to come. His movements had become fierce, and every deadened cell in my body focused on the thrill his hips brought me with each upward slam.
He was close, I could feel it, and without my permission a vision seized me.
Our afternoon coupling sending ripples of lust back to the house. Edward couldn't hear us, but he felt us. Stupid, selfish, childish Bella goading him to push his limits; making him feel guilty for her insecurity. Then…blood. No!
"Bella!" I called, frantically jumping up and running towards the house. I would have just enough time to make it to my room, throw on a dress, and pull him out of his trance. I was almost there, mentally calling Edward's name, and knowing he couldn't hear me when his appetite for blood took over.
Didn't they see? I had a plan, and though getting there was excruciating, the final pay-off would be divine.
I continued to run. Not once looking back.
