You, dear readers, make me nervous. You naughty people who put me on alert, but didn't review. *Shakes finger* Also, no one seemed to mind that it changes from third person to first person briefly in the last chapter. Sorry about that.
There's a tiny, tiny lemon in this chapter, but I decided not to finish this story just yet.

"Go home, Alice." He said it like an order. Alice just stared at him. She'd really fucked up this time.

"Jazz." She whispered. He stared at her, his golden eyes wide.

"Jazz, you never let me finish." She said.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, Alice."

"No, Jazz, just... shut up and listen! I'm not letting your mouth anywhere near my... you know..." She trailed off until she realised she hadn't finished what she'd wanted to say. "Oh, right... So, yeah. None of that until you let me do one little thing for you."

His face transformed into pure bliss. "You do still love me?"

"You silly, silly, man. Of course I love you! Can't you feel it?" She grinned, dancing over to give him a hug. He looked sheepish.

"Yes, sorry. Now what was that one little thing?" He started kissing up and down her throat. She reached up and kissed him, and unbuttoned his shirt. He was a little confused, but decided to just let it happen. She reached for his belt buckle, and he stopped her.

"What about this little thing then? Or will we tend to that later?"

She grinned devilishly. "No, now's a good time. Now's the perfect time." And with that she tugged his belt from the loops, and started on the button and zip of his trousers.

"You're a little over-dressed, love." He said lazily, noting he was almost naked and she still had her sweater, jeans and panties on.

"Be patient, Jazz." She was still grinning. By the time she'd removed his pants, his member was standing halfway to attention. Realisation of what she was trying to do crashed around him like waves at the beach. Once again, he pulled her up by the arms. He gazed into her eyes.

'Why does she have to tempt me like this? I know she doesn't really want to do this to me.' He groaned internally.

"Alice! We've talked about this."

"Yes, we have, and you agreed to it. I'm so sick of being selfish. I want to be more like you." She pouted. He felt a few licks of anger hidden in his exasperation.

"You know I don't expect... fellatio. I j-"

"You just want me to be happy. I know! But Jazz, it kills me, you only let yourself have release once a week! Or even that. Every night you make it about me. What about you?"

"I love you! I don't want you doing something so degrading to me." He moaned.

"I love you, Jasper Whitlock, it's not degrading, it'd be better than the sweetest love we've ever made to properly see your face, painted with pleasure on my behalf. When I'm still capable of coherent thought, I mean." She said slowly.

"No. I'm not having you... suck me off. It's wrong. It's something fumbling teenagers do in the back of a van."

Alice's pout drooped even lower. "Jasper, stop being a gentleman for five fucking minutes."

Jasper was surprised. Alice only ever swore when she was livid or climaxing, and he was pretty sure she wasn't the second one at the moment.

'Maybe...' His mind toyed with the idea. He felt himself twitch as he imagined her full lips running up and down him. The other half of his mind felt disgusted. He was torn. On one hand, he wanted to throw her down, and give her another reason to scream his name. He just wanted her to be happy. He knew she wouldn't let him, because of this stupid little plan. On the other hand, he did sort of want her to just attack him and get it over with. The idea made his now full-blown erection throb. She smiled, and sashayed sexily over to him.

"Shh Jasper." She said, placing a finger on his lips. She assessed the situation. She couldn't kneel, she'd be too short. So instead she lay him down. He was tense.

"Relax, love." She stroked his face lovingly, and then slid her petite frame down his leanly muscled one. She ran her fingers down his shaft, and his hips jerked. She lowered her mouth and ran her tongue over the slit. He groaned.

"Stop! Oh god, Alice. Just... baby steps or something." He rolled them so quickly she didn't have time to react. He literally tore the clothes from her body.

"Jasper what are you-" She was cut off when he entered her in one swift motion. He pulled out, so only the tip was still inside her, and she whimpered before he thrust in roughly again. He kept up a fast rhythm, nothing like he'd ever done before. Alice was screaming and moaning, in more pleasure than she'd ever experienced. They came together, falling in a heap of limbs as they rode out their orgasm together.

Alice turned her head so she could gaze at him. He was looking apologetic.

"Alice, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry."

She giggled. "If it hadn't been so good, I might be angry at you for interrupting me. I'm still not letting you do anything to me until I get to carry out that one little thing."

"But I let you do it already. Isn't once enough?"

Alice was taken-aback. "What? That didn't count."

"Yes it did."

"No it didn't!" She hissed. 'You are so ****ing stubborn!'

He shook his head in the beginnings of anger. A small part of his mind was surprised. He was never angry with his Alice. Except for now. And they were arguing over the most ridiculous thing in the world. The two of them ran home side-by-side, not speaking a word.

****

Alice was sulking in her room when Rosalie came in.

"What's up, Alice?" She asked, although her thoughts were wondering what she'd look like with such an unhappy pout.

"Jazz is being a selfless gentleman."

"Oh, dear, how awful!" Rose gasped in mock horror. Alice smiled a little at her absurdly beautiful sister. "Now, tell me, what exactly is wrong with that?"

"Well, when we make love-"

"Can't you just say sex like a normal person?"

"But that's the thing. It's never sex. He always takes his time benefitting me, so to speak. I can only ever talk him into actual sex once a week. It's not that he's a bad lover, far from it, I just feel guilty. So I told him no more sex until he let me repay the tiniest amount of everything he's given me, in the last fifty years." Alice explained.

"Well, come on then, let's make you irresistible." Rosalie held out her hand to her sister, which Alice took gratefully.

****

Jasper loitered downstairs. He mulled over what had happened.

'I love her. But honestly! I want it. NO! Shut up. I don't want it. I don't want to see her perfect lips wrapped around my cock, sucking and licking and... fuck.'

"Jasper." Edward's voice broke his reverie.

"What?" He snapped.

"She's pretty upset. And determined." Edward's expression was rueful. "Maybe you should just let her do it."

Jasper growled. "Would you want Bella kneeling in front of you, her head bobbing around as you get off?"

It was Edward's turn to snarl, but he had to admit, Jasper was right. Emmett entered.

"I heard something about heads bobbing and getting off?"

The other two rolled their eyes.

"Don't worry, man." He said to Jasper. "If she's up for it, then go for it! It's amazing. And Jesus it makes Rose all the more horny."

Edward and Jasper cringed at the mental image, although Edward had it somewhat worse that Jasper. The blond vampire was still unsure.

"But it's not making love. It's just a dirty, hormone-fuelled, teenage way of proving what they mistake for love." He reasoned.

"But if Alice wants to," Edward ran a hand through his hair, "Then it's definitely about love. Trust me."

Emmett nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! She wants you bad! All she wants to do is please her man!"

Jasper gave up. When Alice was finished, he could please her for an eternity or two. And just like that, he made up his mind.

"Uh, you guys might want to leave the house for a while."

Emmett and Edward scurried through the front doors, Emmett clapping his smaller brother on the back.
"I told you I could convince him."

There. The last chapter will be up in a couple of days. I'm going ice-skating tomorrow! And it's summer... Reviews and Radiohead are love!