A/N: Thank you all for reading this smuttake/outtake. This takes place sometime after the ending of TTH. The timing is intentionally vague.
This is the last TTH smuttake/outtake from the FGB auction, for LolaShoes. Thank you, Squalloogal, for generously donating an outtake to the FGB coordinators. Thank you, Lola, for loving this Jasper. I was nervous, everyone that follows me on Twitter knows that, and I am proud that you're even remotely pleased with this. Thank you for being my friend, and a supporter of me both in public and private.
Thank you to my beta, TwilightMundi, who tolerates my confusion of lay/lie and corrects my insanity. I less than four you, TM.
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It had been a long few days away.
Losing always sucked, but losing without my family to support and remind me of their love made things exponentially harder. I decided to try and get a flight a day earlier than originally planned. Usually if we were at an away game, I had a few friends on the team I'd grab a beer with or hit the movies, but this trip, I was miserable and lonely. Pretty sure I would be surprising them when I arrived home before the planned date and time, I smirked as I thought about what I might walk in on, if I was able to swing an early exit.
Grateful when our team travel agent confirmed I'd been able to get a seat on an earlier flight, I packed my bags in record time and left the hotel. Thoughts of them invaded my mind the entire time we were flying, and I had a hard time not taking care of myself in the tiny airplane bathroom.
As I made my way to the temporary house we'd rented, I wondered what they would be doing. Would Bella be watching a movie this late? Would Edward even be home from the hospital?
I peeked in the garage and saw both of their cars, so assumed they were around somewhere. I'd come into the house quietly enough so that hopefully no one heard me. Stopping in the kitchen for a quick snack, I listened to try and figure out where they were. Enjoying the last bite of my sandwich, I cleaned up and made my way upstairs, the most likely place for them to be.
Walking into the area of the en suite that allowed me to remain hidden, I listened to their soft voices as they spoke and moved. Hearing what I suspected were the sounds of them kissing, I wondered if I could peek around the corner and remain unseen.
Deciding to take my chances, I shifted just slightly. As I looked at them, my dick grew hard against the fabric of my boxers. They were both nude and exposed, on top of the comforter, in the warmth of the house and each other.
Quietly, they talked as they touched. From the whispers of words I could catch, they were simply talking about their days, and our lives as of late. It was an everyday moment, laced with their love, and it was exactly the kind of intimacy I'd hoped to peer in and observe between them.
A nagging thought haunted me lately, and I wondered what they were like when I wasn't around. They'd both told me in no uncertain terms how much they missed me when I was gone, but I still wondered exactly what went on. I wasn't jealous. On the contrary, for my own peace of mind, I needed to know that they continued to exist without me. For some reason, seeing them so happy together reaffirmed and reassured me about the three of us, I realized.
I had timed my arrival perfectly; any earlier and I'd have perhaps interrupted them in another part of the house, and any later and I'd be missing these moments. Refocusing my gaze, I watched as they kissed softly. My view of them was straight on, looking up the bed from the foot. They took their time, still nuzzled close together. As far as I could tell from my limited view, neither was genuinely coaxing the other's body to orgasm, but they were definitely in the beginning stages of foreplay.
Watching them as their kissing intensified, I saw Edward's hand curve around Bella's breast. As his thumb caressed her nipple, she let out a soft moan, breaking their lips apart. Her hands were in roughly the same spot on his body, fingertips playing in his sparse chest hair. I watched his hand dip to her waist, then over the swell of her hip. The simple motion, knowing where his hand was headed, made me even harder.
As always, Bella's head tilted back when he found her sweet spot, and a soft sigh came from her mouth. I knew just what he was feeling, both physically and emotionally, as his hands ran along her slick flesh, her hot breath coming in heavier pants. Her voice was too low to hear, but it wouldn't matter; at this point, all she was doing was muttering and praising deities in pleasure.
Edward withdrew his hands, trailing them back up her body. His fingers went to his mouth, eyes closed, as he licked them clean. I could see their mouths moving, talking again, but couldn't hear them. Bella began to move down his body, and I watched carefully as she hitched her legs up and lined her body up with his, head-to-toe.
They were side-by-side on the bed, her head closest to me, his up at the pillows. She was teasing him, her fingertips playing against the surface of his skin. I could see her head, her mouth, his legs, his thick cock – everything. One of her hands slipped under his body, the other above, on his hip. Teasing him with her nails, she seemed to be enjoying the prolonging of their time together. I loved watching them together without them knowing, savoring and loving each other as much as I loved both of them. Had they known I was there, I would have thought they were putting on a show for me, but this? This was pure Edward and Bella demonstrating their love.
Unbuttoning the top of my jeans, I kept my eyes fixed on Bella's tongue as it swiped over the head of Edward's cock. I had a reasonable view of what Bella was doing, but could only hear Edward since he was at the head of the bed. Watching them forced me to pay attention to the sounds and sights, my mind filling in the blanks on the sensations they were both feeling. I knew them both intimately enough to know exactly what they were each seeing, feeling, and tasting.
Hearing and watching them with each other was both hot and sweet. It wasn't often that I was around and not a participant in their activities together, so it was nice to see how they were together without me.
They each continued loving each other for a few more minutes, and I continued my own lazy stroking, wanting to last as long as I could. Bella's breathing picked up and I could see the strain written on her face, her own attempts to hold off clear. I smiled as I realized Edward wasn't relenting; he was pushing her harder and harder toward her orgasm, even though it meant she'd stopped paying close attention to his body.
Watching her climax hit, her entire body shaking, noises loud and pleasure-filled as they left her mouth, I gripped myself tighter. As she came down from her high, she looked ethereal. Drugged, even, on her ecstasy. Her hair was a tangled mess, flushed cheek resting on Edward's thigh, fingers playing against his skin.
As she giggled, I heard her thank him and saw her smile. Her eyes were closed and her smile morphed from the blissed out haze into something much more devious and playful.
"I'll be right back," she whispered.
Biting his thigh once before she left, she hopped off the bed and I panicked for a moment, thinking she might be leaving the room. I heaved a sigh of relief, however, when she made her way to the closet on the opposite side of the room. My eyes shifted back to Edward and I laughed quietly as he laid there on his back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, I imagined at where she'd gone to so quickly. Watching his face, I saw his eyes go wide as she walked back in. He began to laugh.
"What do you think you're going to do with that?" he asked playfully.
"You said you miss Jasper... I'm gonna do exactly what you think this is designed to do. We picked this up the other day at the toy store."
I heard the laughter in her voice as she crossed the room back to the bed. In her hands she held a toy I recognized: a strapless dildo. It was shaped sort of like a v, designed so that one end was bulbous and held into place inside of her by her PC muscles. The other end was meant for penetration.
They both giggled a little at the shiny blue object, but as Bella crawled onto the bed, the playfulness seemed to evaporate.
"It might be wrong how turned on that makes me," Edward said. His voice was low and rougher than usual.
Bella just shook her head and looked straight at him. Her hand began to move over the silicone, slicking lube up and down the shaft, and I saw Edward gulp slightly nervously, even from as far away as I was.
"Come here," he said softly to her, inclining his head toward the headboard.
She approached him and he took the fake cock from her, examining it closely. I heard them talking quietly, but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, which frustrated me. However, I saw his hands on her body – she had straddled his legs and he was teasing her, preparing her. They were kissing softly when the bright blue bulb appeared between her legs, then disappeared inside her. Bella let out a deep groan, then began to slide down Edward's body, kissing her way south.
Reaching up, she pushed his legs to bend at the knees. He slid down slightly, positioning himself. Bella shook her head.
"No, no. This isn't how I want to do it. Up on all fours, please." As she spoke, she tapped his hip and made a "roll over" motion.
I bit my lip to keep in the laugh at how she could still be so sweet and innocent while asking our husband to get up on his knees so she could fuck him in the ass. It was endearing, and so completely Bella.
Edward complied, and I was grateful; their new position gave me a much better view of what they were doing. I watched carefully as she teased and played with him, her fingers disappearing between his cheeks as he moaned and writhed under her touch. Once he was ready, I saw fear wash over her. We'd talked about how she should prepare, and she seemed to be doing a good job, but I understood her fear. It was the first time she'd really used anything other than fingers on anyone. With the toy, she wouldn't be able to feel the depth or reactions from Edward, like she had before. She needed to trust him completely.
"Edward, are you okay with this?" she asked, running her hand over his lower back.
He hummed in reply and wiggled his hips, inviting her to play. I laughed, reminded again of how much fun it was to watch them together.
The laughing ceased, of course, when I saw her hand move to the silicone and she positioned it. Tentatively, she pressed her hips forward. Her eyes were half-closed and she had one hand on his hip, the other at the small of his back. I couldn't help myself; as she pressed forward, I grabbed myself and slid forward through my fingers as well.
Bella's body shook, from fear or excitement, I wasn't sure. She began slow, short strokes in and out of Edward's body. Poor Edward looked like he was trying to be so patient, but I could see he trembled with need.
Deciding my alone time was up, as my need had multiplied when they came together, and I could see the trepidation still written across Bella's features, I tip toed as quietly as I could behind her. Fully engrossed in what she was trying to do, I wasn't surprised she hadn't heard me sneaking up.
Bella was bent over Edward's body. I saw the bright blue between her legs, and my hand immediately went there. She startled and I whispered quickly in her ear.
"Shh," I quietly begged her silence. "I didn't want to really interrupt, but you looked like you needed some encouragement."
Bending down, I kissed her lips softly. She let out a breath and visibly relaxed beneath my touch and words.
"You're doing great, baby, I promise. Look at how turned on Edward is, just by the idea that you're going to fuck him. He's putty in your hands."
Hopeful that my supportive words had helped, I backed up slightly, only to hear her whimper. We made eye contact and she was giving me a pleading look. I weighed my choices. I could walk away and watch, which held its own appeal, or I could at the very least stay and help her.
Of course, I chose to stay.
My hands went to her hips, helping to guide her movements. I was rock hard, watching her slim, shapely body affect his in such a way. Each forward and back move, the noises Edward made, layered with Bella's, once she let go and began to enjoy the sensations the device brought to her body as well, weren't helping my situation.
"Bella..." I whispered as I nuzzled my nose to her neck, my own silent plea to her.
"Please," she plead back, and I wondered if she really meant it. "Please, Jasper," she repeated.
Her hand left Edward's body to reach for the small bottle of lube, and she handed it back to me. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do, or how – we'd never been in this position together before, but in that moment, I knew we'd find a way to make it work.
"Tell Edward to fold his arms and lean his head down on them," I requested.
Repeating my instructions to him, Bella spoke confidently. I was glad Edward had been so deep in his own pleasure that he hadn't heard me. Feeling their bodies shift together was insanely hot. With Edward's body lower, her small body could move down further, creating the perfect spot for me, behind.
"I think you forgot one of the best features of this toy, B," I said quietly, with a small laugh.
My hands reached between her legs again and, careful not to graze any part of Edward's body, I pressed the small vibrator on. They both began to make noise and I resumed what I'd been doing behind Bella, preparing us both.
"Touch him," I commanded, my voice still a whisper. "I want to see you stroke his dick while you fuck him, and I fuck you."
At the end of my sentence, I bit her shoulder lightly. My teeth scraped off her skin as I pulled back to adjust and align our bodies properly. As I pushed into her gently, having teased her body with my fingers first, I felt her squeeze around me. Christ, I was not going to last long like this, but it would be good; very good.
We began to move together, and I pressed her body harder into Edward's. Knowing that I helped her along this first time was intensely erotic. Placing my palm between her shoulder blades, I tipped her over even slightly more. Watching her hands trace Edward's sides, the toned muscles of his hips, and then sink out of my sight was nearly too much. Her left hand was resting on the mattress, and I knew her right was doing exactly as I'd asked of her.
Thrusting into her slightly faster and deeper, I set a pace based on my own need. I wanted to hear them come beneath me before I had my own orgasm, but that seemed increasingly unlikely. I pushed harder into Bella, hoping to drive Edward to orgasm faster, and then brought my right arm around hers. It was a stretch to reach, but my fingers wrapped with hers and we stroked Edward together.
His head shifted on his arms, probably startled at the second hand on his cock, and our eyes met – his from between his body and the bed, and mine around Bella's silky body. I winked at him and stroked harder, still thrusting from behind Bella. Since I was free to make noise now that my presence had been revealed, I indulged in a few grunts and groans at the sight before me.
Squeezing my fingers harder over Bella's, I felt Edward begin to throb and pulse in my hand. I knew he was coming, and Bella would know as well simply from the sounds he was making, though I was certain she felt his body tensing in other ways.
Bella's muscles clenched around me and I couldn't hold on any longer. My hand left Edward's spent length and both went to her hips. I held her body still as I released into her, praying our bodies wouldn't collapse onto Edward's before I was done.
When my body stopped pulsing and I regained my senses, I brought my hands around to Bella's back again. I practically petted her, rubbing and touching everywhere I could reach.
Then I realized poor Edward was literally squashed at the bottom of our pile o' love, and I laughed. That didn't help of course, but I climbed off carefully, still laughing, and then helped Bella off the bed.
"Is this what you two do while I'm gone, hard at work on the fields?" I teased.
They both collapsed looked exhausted, but helped strip the comforter off the bed. Bella's hands moved between her legs as she removed the toy, and I heard her make a few pleasurable noises at its removal. Once the soiled fabric was on the floor in a ball and the toy was in the bathroom for proper cleaning, they laid together on the bed, then reached out to pull me into their bodies.
"That was a great idea, Jasper," Bella said with a content hum.
"That was your idea?" Edward asked, voice laced with curiosity.
Reaching over Bella's body to touch mine, his warm fingers traced my skin. We each turned to lie on our sides, pressing closer together.
"Did you like that?" I asked her.
"Yeah, couldn't you tell?" she laughed. "We'll have to work on you two going a little longer, I was almost there." As she spoke, her body stretched lazily.
Pressing her shoulders to the bed, I crawled above her and had a view of Edward. My smirk couldn't be contained as plots and plans formed in my head. I raised an eyebrow and gave one long look down Bella's nude body, hoping he'd get the hint.
As usual, he read me perfectly and we began kissing and licking our way down Bella's body together. We weren't in perfect sync, but I didn't want us to be. I wanted her to keep it fresh in her head that she was with both of us, not allow synchronized movements to potentially fool her brain into thinking she was just with one.
By the time we got to her feet, I knew where we were headed. Edward had picked up a discarded t-shirt and cleaned her up a bit, and we made our way back to the juncture between her thighs. Bella was something I loved to indulge in; some guys go down on chicks because they know it will get them what they want (a blow job in return), but for me it was about so much more than that. I could tell Edward felt the same, and we'd talked about it more than once – her body was designed to be savored and delighted in.
Something I had not anticipated, however, was the combined pleasure of going down on Bella with Edward. I wondered to myself why we hadn't managed to do this before, then quickly banished the thought to focus on the task at hand... or mouth.
Kissing Edward at, with, and between Bella's lower lips was interesting. It was as if we were fighting to see who could pleasure her more, but with none of the negative connotations of a competition. We lingered in her scent, her taste, and each other. Feeling her clit slip between each of our lips, together, was strange and wonderful, something I made a mental note to do again.
As I moved lower to lap deeper inside of her, I noticed Edward's fingers had beaten me to the location. Realizing the sounds she made were our cue that she was reaching a peak, Edward's fingers continued stroking slowly in and out of her. Our mouths kissed and licked at top of her center, sharing and playing with her together. The next time my lips met Edward's, I turned our faces together, bringing his lips only to mine, and off Bella's body. My fingers replaced my mouth on Bella's skin, and I began rolling them back and forth over her clit at the same slow pace Edward finger fucked her.
My other hand anchored his mouth to mine. I'd missed them both so much it ached, and I needed a brief moment to reconnect with him. Moments later, we turned our attention back to Bella as she crested her orgasm and exploded beneath our touch. God, watching her was one of the highlights of my days, and I'd never get enough of it, or Edward. There was something magical about the vulnerability of a person in that exact moment of intimacy.
Edward and I slowly brought her down, continuing to love her gently with our mouths and fingers as she recovered. She was still panting and squirming on the bed beneath us as we moved our attention further up her body. Once we laid together again, it was several minutes before any of us spoke, simply lingering in the quiet closeness.
"Ugh, I feel so sticky. All that lube," Bella whined quietly. "Let's take a shower?"
"I'll put the blanket in the wash," offered Edward. "Get a head start; I'll meet you both in there."
We got off the bed, though I could tell that Edward and I were more worn out than Bella. Sometimes I was amazed at how she could outpace us. As we walked to the bathroom, I watched her body move, hips swaying, hair bouncing. She was more alive, free, and happy than I'd seen her in a while.
Trapping her against the bathroom wall, I kissed her hard as we waited for the water to warm up. Edward joined us quickly after, pressing his body up against mine, and I enjoyed both of their attention and affections.
"Shower," Bella whispered a little giggle at the end as she broke our kiss.
Glass block enclosed our shower. It wasn't super fancy, and just barely large enough for the three of us to get any actual showering done, but it was warm and wet, and at the moment, housed the two people I loved the most in the world.
The shower scrubby thing hung from a hook and I took it down. Lathering it up with my favorite soap, I prepared to wash Edward. Taking my time, I cleaned him gently and lovingly. Once I was finished and we'd spent a few minutes enjoying each other, I turned the same attention and affection to Bella. The scrubby was rinsed and re-lathered with her body wash, and then I washed her as reverently as I had Edward. After her hair was washed, my fingers wove through it as I applied the conditioner, and I lost myself in her scent. No matter what had happened in my day, this was my favorite place to be – with them, anywhere.
We squeezed out of the shower and all dried off in the small space. Edward helped Bella into her fluffy robe and we each put on a pair of boxers, then the three of us made our way to the kitchen.
"How was the game?" Edward asked.
"Complete shit. We lost. I've never been so glad to get off the soccer field."
I sighed. It was all true. The whole game felt off for me and I wondered if maybe I was getting sick. I couldn't get into my normal groove. I didn't have off nights often, but before I'd left, we'd been talking about serious topics. My mind was elsewhere, everywhere and nowhere all at once, as I contemplated some of the decisions looming in front of the three of us.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he offered, comforting me. We stood together, his arms resting on my waist. Bella dug around in the fridge, eventually pulling some fruit out. Edward and I helped Bella wash and chop, then added everything to a huge bowl that we stole bites from. I knew which fruits they each preferred, and would grab those, feeding them between bites for myself.
After we were sated, mind, body, and spirit, we crawled into bed and talked about the upcoming week.
Out of the blue, it hit me that I was married to her. And him. Perhaps not in the eyes of the law, but before our families and friends, we had committed our lives, and there was no greater promise to me. I knew firsthand how legal commitments could fail people, but words and promises from those I loved were bonds tighter and more meaningful.
I realized in that moment that I was one of the luckiest bastards ever.
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