AN: Woot! Another chapter! I'm starting to think this story writes itself...haha..if only..

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. But if Stephanie Meyer's wants to give me Jasper...I'm totally cool with that.

"Major? Why are you called Major?"

His kitten sure was curious. Didn't she ever hear that curiosity killed the cat? Jasper reminded himself that before he found her she had been cursing about a whole different coven of vampires. And by the sound of it she had even dated one of them! No… she surely didn't understand that her curiosity could get her killed.

He patted her head in what he meant to be a comforting gesture and moved to stand up. She quickly scrambled to her feet as well, looking towards him for instruction. Hmm. He kind of liked that. It seemed like his kitten already knew to look to him for answers and that he would take care of her. Good.

"Later kitt'n. Right now we have some business to take care of." Jasper picked up his hat, which had been knocked off earlier in his scrambling, and smacked it against his thigh to get the red dust off of it. He inspected it a bit and with a shrug he put it back on his head, tilting it a bit to shield his eyes.

Bella watched him curiously, her head tilted and her stance relaxed.

"You mean you're going to frame my death, don't you?"

Well. She certainly got straight to the point.

Jasper nodded, watching his kitten with a speculating gaze. What type of person just talks about framing a death so casually? Other than him, of course. He was the God of War. Death was just a typical thing in his life, nothing to even waste a thought upon. But his little mate…well, she was still just a human and her she was talking about her death without a trace of panic in her. In fact, all Jasper could feel from her was curiosity, excitement, and a mixture of emotions that one always felt looking at their mate.

He smiled at her, and his smiled widened when a burst of her love and lust washed over him.

"Careful with them emotions, kitt'n, or we might not make it out of this desert by mornin'."

Bella's face turned bright red and she turned away from him, embarrassment coloring her. Jasper laughed a loud, deep laugh before he started walking towards town in the distance, his mind working on ways to make it seem like his mate simply vanished out in the desert sun. Bella quickly jogged up to him and continued jogging to try and keep pace with Jasper's long strides.

"Hey! Slow down a bit would you? I'm still human here, and even if I wasn't keeping up with your long legs would be a challenge!"

Jasper stopped abruptly, and ended up having to catch Bella as she stumbled in surprise.

"Are all human's as clumsy as ya too?" His eyes twinkled in amusement and she huffed at him.

"Unfortunately no, seems like only I'm blessed with that trait." He made a mental note of that. He may have to change his mate sooner rather than later if she had a habit of tripping over her own feet. He set her back on her feet with a noncommittal grunt, and started walking again.

"Shit! Can't you just stay still for a second?" Bella was jogging again to catch up with him and her words came out between little puffs of breath.

"Why would I stop?" His words drifted out over his shoulder as he kept walking towards town. Honestly. He was moving slowly enough as it was so his mate could keep up, and she wanted him to stop all together? The woman didn't make a lick of sense.

"Maybe so I could tell you that you're going the wrong way!" She had skidded to a stop completely with a huff, and was yelling at his back. Jasper spun around in a flash, and before she could blink he was in front of her.

"Do not yell at me, little lady, if ya know what's good for ya." His voice was low and he stared his mate down with a determination. And here he thought his kitten was learning her place…apparently not.

Bella rolled her eyes at him and stared right back into his crimson gaze. Her expression was steely and said that she wasn't backing down just for yelling at him.

"Duly noted. But if you had just waited so I could talk to you, instead of sauntering away with those long legs of yours, I could have told you that I parked my truck right over there."

Her long fingers pointed behind them, and Jasper looked back to see a rusty red pick-up truck parked about a hundred yards from them. He nodded and then started walking in its direction. Well, until he felt a little hand fist itself in the back of his vest. He stopped and looked over his shoulder just to see his mate gripping his vest, her feet firmly planted in the dirt. He blinked at her and she stared right back.

"Yes?" He sighed. She smiled at him, happy to finally have his full attention. He couldn't help but to at least smirk back at her.

"What cha need kitt'n?" Her expression brightened even more and he took it that she was starting to like the nick name he gave her.

"Can we talk?" He sighed again as his shoulders slumped. Damn woman. They had stuff to do and she wanted to talk. He briefly considered to just keep walking, dragging her behind him, but figured she'd probably start yelling at him again. With a resigned expression he gave in and turned to face her.

"'Bout what?" Bella grinned up at him and started to play with the end of his t-shirt. The way her little fingers twisted the fabric around and occasionally grazed his belt was seriously distracting him. He quickly grabbed her hands and held them in his own while he gave her a look that clearly said 'start talking'. She simply continued to grin at him.

"Well, I was thinking, why don't you just make it look like my truck crashed at the bottom of the cliff? I can even take my shirt off, rip it a bit, and you can make it look like coyotes dragged me off!"

Huh. That actually wasn't such a bad idea…Jasper eyed his mate up and down, taking in her modest C-cup breasts, tiny waist, slight hips…yeah that didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

He nodded and Bella beamed at him, ecstatic to have her plan being used. He smirked, excited to see his little mate take off her shirt. Maybe he could even help her, press her up against her truck, pin her hands above her head as he ripped her shirt off…

"Hey! Where ya goin'?" While he had been daydreaming, his kitten had scampered off towards her truck, nearly within reach of it.

"I'm going to rough up my bag a little; maybe even steal a few of my favorite shirts so it looks like the coyote's took that too! Now hurry up slow poke!" She ended her sentence with a laugh and took off running the remaining distance, her glee evident.

Jasper shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. His mate sure was interesting, he'd give her that. And with that thought he made sure his hat was on tight and went running towards her truck.

No way was anyone getting away calling him a slow poke, even if she was his mate!

AN: I really enjoyed this chapter, I feel like Jasper and Bella's personalities are starting to shine through. Also, it looks like they are finally getting out of that desert!