DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT IN ANY FORM. TWILIGHT BELONGS TO S.M.

A/N: Thanks to my Beta katandjasper. I have a huge decision to make on which of the two paths I want this story to go to. I am having a bit of trouble with that. One path will make the story longer and have a bigger story line, or I can do a fairly lengthy story that centers around Alice being somewhat crazy. So crazy Alice or bigger enemies then Alice, that is the question. I will figure it out. Another thing everyone should know is that a new story has popped into my mind and I am creating it. If you enjoy my writing be on the lookout. LASTLY: I will be participating in the Blackout on June 23rdin effort to protest the new policies. If you want fanfiction to keep things as they are, please join the rest of us in avoiding all that day. Surely we can manage.

I woke up believing that everything had been a dream. Charlie had his head stuck in my door and let me know he was home and going to bed. I gave him a quick nod and watched the door closing behind him. I had to get ready for school anyway. A quick movement out of the corner of my eye drew a squeek from me. The husky laugh I got in reply instantly sent heat coursing through me. My head turned so I could look at him and give him a smile. I am sure my relief was washed over my face.

"I didn't think it was real for a few minutes." His understanding smile made my body relax. I did not want him to be offended, but he seemed to get that everything that happened was so wonderful dreams were made of it. If this were a Disney movie I would have started singing about how dreams are wishes my heart makes or whatever.

I reached out and grabbed his hand as he stood staring down at me with a soft smile. I gave him a tug and he was kind enough to follow through on my motions even if he could have resisted with no effort. Once he was next to me I turned to lean forward and gave him a small chaste kiss. I would have given him a real one had I not been worried about morning breath. I pulled away to see his eyes glinting and a sweet smile crossing his lips.

"I think I can enjoy mornings, not only do you look sexy with your hair mussed up, but your happiness at seeing me is worth months of starvation." He teased me. It took a bit to really examine what he had said about my hair but when I did my hands shot up to try to get it in a semblance of order. Oh God! I can only imagine how horrible it is this morning. I shot him a playful glare, his responding smirk prompted me to grab my pillow from beside me and whack him over the head with it.

I was sure he would have dodged it but he seemed to actually be surprised at seeing me swing it at him because he just froze up staring at me incredulously before it collided with him in a solid twack, His hard skin ended up ripping it and suddenly feathers were flying everywhere, raining down on us. He just sat there blinking for a few moments before I could no longer hold it end and started laughing. His lips turned up into a small smile and he shook his head before growling lightly and pouncing.

My laughter stopped abruptly as I looked into his dark eyes. His smirk spread across his beautiful lips as he stered down at me.

"God you are beautiful Isabella." His lips took over mine. He was gentle at first, coaxing my lips to play with his. I could not have stopped kissing his back if the house were on fire. His cool tongue urged my lips to open and I stopped thinking, opening up to him and dueling against his onslaught. When he pulled away I could feel my lips pout up at him, my eyes half lidden full of lust and want as my hands went to his hair to try to tug him back down. I wasn't finished yet.

"You should probably get ready darlin, if I keep kissing you then you will not be making it too school today." His body rolled off of mine and the groan of dissapointment was evidence I did not want his body anywhere but covering mine again. I rolled up onto my side and curled against him tossing my arm across him and cuddled in.

"I think I am sick and won't be able to make it today anywhere." I made a sniffle, and sadly it was very obviously fake. Too fake. For once I wished I actually had a talent for acting. His laughter wasn't the dark sexual one of earlier but one of pure happiness and amusement. I could not stop myself from laughing along with him at how obviously fake that was. I can not remember a time I was ever this carefree. I am not worried about anything in this moment. No bills, no feeding anyone, nothing mattered but the manpire I was cuddled against. His fingers ran through my hair as we layed together still feeding off the joy of each other before I began the day. I glanced at my alarm clock and sighed. If I took a ten minute shower I could enjoy myself against him for another ten minutes.

Better yet, if he took a shower with me I could revel in his presence and take a hot somewhat long shower. Maybe I could persuade him. He must have sensed my lust or something because suddenly he groaned.

"Whatever you are thinking about the answer is yes."

"Great, so lets go take our shower then." I kind of have to admit his eyes widened in surprise and I was somewhat proud. I mean he has to be very old, maybe even a thousand years or something, and I am able to surprise him.
"And here I was thinking you were an angel." His smile was wry as he got up and offered his hand to pull me up. "But you are apparently a little devil sent to tempt me." He batted his eyelashes at me assuming an innocent expression. He certainly was handsome enough to look like a true angel, but his whole person just screamed deadly and dangerous. Needless to say I was unconvinced that he was innocent at all. Though he was right, I was going to tempt him as often at possible. Not only did I find the power I had as a women, for the first time in my life, heady but I also felt impossibly beautiful. I had never been so confident in my body and self.

The way his eyes looked at me though, the lust I can pretty much feel wafting off of him, and those delicious growls that warn me that I am about to be consumed, make feel like the only women in existance. I no longer wonder what he sees because it doesn't matter so long as he does see me. I feel like I am more then enough, that he will have to struggle to keep up with me because I am going to be more handful then he expects but exactly what he needs if he is going to survive. It was nothing I had ever felt before and I had I feeling it was something I would always feel so long as he was around.

I felt like one of those sassy girls in movies that reach out and drag the hunk by the tie and pulls then down into heated kisses. I cannot say that I do not like it. If it were anyone else other then this man the I have no doubt I would wonder why they would want me. I would always be fumbling over everything I said and emberassing myself. I would probably do everything they would say so that they stayed with me. With him though, I wanted to drive him crazy in as many ways as I could, and not just sexually. I could listen to what he says and take it or leave it without pandering to his wishes. I guess that meant that I was not only confident in myself but that I was even more confident in him.

He took a deep breath in and seemed to savor the air as he continued to lead me out of the room and to the bathroom. To be perfectly honest, I wanted him to take me and my body to be filled with him, but I didn't want it to be rushed, especially for our first time. That did not mean that I wouldn't take it though. So either way this shower turned out would be good for me. It didn't matter so long as I could touch him and explore his body. I knew I would feel even more lust then I did now as he disrobed and I could hardly wait. My hands were clenching as the door shut behind us and he reached out to caress my cheek.

"As much as I want to, I won't take you now Isabella." He wasn't saying something, I am not sure how I knew it but I did. He wasn't lying but there was something behind it. It didn't matter to me. I was a bit dissapointed but like I said I figured if we came together now then we would never be able to get to school on time. Like I said just touching him and seeing him, no matter how hot I became from it, would be enough to satisfy me. If we were lucky then it would also satisfy our bond. After all washing with someone was one of the most intimate things in this world. So far as I know it that is.

I may not be self conscious but I am nervous. I had never fully seen an unclothed man in person. Yes, I did do some online searches. I am a curious women, I am sure anyone would do it. I have also touched myself enough to know what I like best. I have also imagined them when I would read erotica. I do favor the classics but even I need a break on things. Plus, the classic erotica is altogether a different experience to the ones written now days. So I knew what to expect. I know what good looking men look like all over, but to have one in front of me, especially one who means so much to me already, is a rush. If I get so worked up that I explode into orgasm on his lap with us both fully clothed, I am not sure how I can survive him naked touching or not.

I kept my eyes locked with his as my hand reached his first button on his shirt. While I was not into dressy cloths myself and thought it hillarious he wore such preppy clothing, there is something so erotic about unbuttoning a mans shirt. God this was better then unwrapping a present. I cannot help but stick my tongue out the side of my mouth as I concentrate. It is such an unconscious thing I do that I almost did not know I was doing and would not have if he had not dropped his eyes to watch it poking out. His hand roamed up and down my side as his other stroked my cheek patiently waiting for me to reveal all of him. I can feel his cool skin as my hands move down to the next button and the next. Those small indents on his skin bring my anger bubbling up again. How someone could hurt him was beyond me. I wished that I was the one to end that bitch. Maybe stuff a blow torch up her ass and burn her inside out, but apparently she was already taken care of. I would thank whoever did kill her if I wasn't so pissed I could not revenge Jaspers pain and hardships myself. I could have lost him so many times. It was a miracle he was here with me, patiently carressing as I stripped him bare. I want to cry about it again. I want to get down on my knees and prey and thank God for it.

A quick flash of my eyes to his face let me know he is feeling ashamed. It is the last thing I want.

"I could have lost you," I hear the tears stuck in my throat. "I am so proud you are mine. So glad you are here." I leaned forward and kissed a mass of scars that were reveled eye level to me. He may have been cool and hard as a rock but the feel of his skin against my lips was beyond words. Lust raced through me burning me up inside, but this moment was more important then my sexual need for him. This moment was about showing him that I find my happiness in him. Still though I could not stop my tongue from daring out to taste the patterned skin. The texture was so different then anything I have come across. "You are such a strong and beautiful man." I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I shut my eyes and rested my head against his chest for a minute. His arms pulled me closer and I relished this moment. I finally felt him nod against my head and pulled back to send him a shaky smile before contiuing with my tast.

He was all pale skin and chisled marble. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and heard it flutter down. It did not matter though because that beautiful vee that ran into his pants was more interesting. His abdominals were firm and shapely, and I imagined that before he was turned he must have a very manual job. Then again I was unsure how the venom effected him. I could imagine though him shirtless as a human flushed and tanned as he worked beneath the sun. My eyes move over the where I can see blonde hair trailing down to dissapare into his jeans. He was straining his zipper with his excitement. He stops my hands so he can pull the shirt over my head and it causes me to start a bit surprised I had not noticed him moving it up my body. Apparently he had gotten to eager to see my flesh that he stopped his gentle stroking along the outside of my top. I am reluctant to pull away from him to lift my arms but do it anyway before I reach out and release the button on his pants.

I follow with my eyes as his pants slip down his body. I must say I am loving that there is nothing beneath. He was so think and hard. I knew it yesterday he had to be big, as I moved against him, but seeing it was something else. It had a slight curve to it and I can just imagine how it would feel rubbing against the walls of my sheath. I swear that that small curve will ensure he can hit the most sensitive spots with every stroke.

His hands ghosting over my collar bones and down over my breasts distracted me. His dirty chuckle as my nipples hardend had me sending him a playful glare. His hands moved back down to my hips tickling me to the point that I am squirming to get away from him while an almost evil look crosses his face.

"Look at that, my little devil is ticklish. I will have to remember it." Before I could tell him he had better not he leaned forward and a light pressure is against my lips, before I can respond he moves backward and turns the shower on. I am not sure that he will be able to tell if it is to hot or cold for me, but as I watch he seems to turn the knobs until it reaches the temperature he wants. He reaches back for my hand and I place it his. He lightly pulls me forward and I follow him into the shower. The water spray is almost perfect as it flows over my head.

I reach forward and grab my loafa and start soaping it before I turn back and with a smile I step back beckoning him forward under the spray. Once he was under it I reached forward and began to wash him. I had never felt such profound emotions as I am feeling right now when he allows me soap him up. In fact it is so profound that the lust I have been feeling is relegated to the background and the joy and confort of the moment eclipses everything. Nothing matters but this moment between the two of us where I was taking care of him, showing him my care, and learning every bit of him. He remained half mast just as I remained wet but neither one of us turned this moment into something sexual. Not even as I kneeled before him to wash his legs and privates. Not that he remained at half mast at that moment.

After I stood and washed his back and his very nice butt he turned around and grabbed the loufa resoaped the thing and with a quick sweet peck to my lips he commenced taking care of me this time. He washed me firmly with each moment a loving caress. I felt so much love that tears fill my eyes. I keep trying to blink them back, but this moment is so overwelming and beautiful that one escaped. Jasper leaned forward and licked it up as it moved down my cheek. His tender look that crosses his face threatened to have more tears escape me.

After he finishes washing my body we move onto washing each others hair. After we are done he moves faster then I can keep track of and returns standing back infront of me and holding one of our towels. Within seconds he has me wrapped up into the towel and he is slowly drying me off, that loving smile still playing about his lips. I went to get another towel to take care of him, but realize he is already dried off and a towel is slung low around his lips. Hands clasped we walk back to my room in comfortable silence.

I am very glad to see him moving to a pile of cloths on the top of my dresser I had not noticed before. I watch him as he pulls his clothing on. He is so mesmerising in his movements. He is so confident and sure. It is definitely something sexy. I move over to the dresser and start to pull out some cloths. I open my panty drawer and suddenly the vampire is looking over my shoulder and before I can comment he is shuffling through it and I feel his erection against my back as he leans into me.

"Theses are wonderful. Which are you going to wear today?" I blinked a few times and then blushed hotly. Yeah, I know, why blush when we just took a shower together? Don't ask me, it just seems a little naughtier talking undergarments. I simply point to the green matching set and pull them out. He groans. "Definately a little devil." He murmers in my ear before he sucks it into his mouth. I gasp and close my eyes. I feel his teeth scrape lightly against my lobe and I think we should stay home after all. He pulls back and I pout but move to get dressed. A quick glance at him shows his eyes completely black with lust and his breaths a bit fast. He is taking measured breaths concentrating on calming his body down from its obviously aroused state.

When standing in my undergarments and slipping my skinny jeans upwards he ends up groaning again and turning away to glance out the window.

"This is going to be an impossible day." My phone alarm went off warning me I had ten minutes to eat and get going. We both glared at the phone as I pull my shirt over my head. I know exactly what he means. The shower may have been more of a comfort thing and not the primary emotion between us, but the lust was still there bubbling up. Maybe I should have touched him and brought him a climax before I finished washing him. At this rate I doubt that we would be able to last. I cocked my head to the side and examined him before moving forward and dropping to my knees.

I can honestly say I have never touched a man like this before, just as I had never seen one in person, but as far as I see it, we had no choice. He looked like he was going to vamp out and go on a rampage of lust if he did not get taken care of. Besides he brought me over yesterday, and I wanted him to feel as good as I did. Was I going to take it in my mouth? No, I do not think I am able to handle that yet. I would rather work up.

My hands were remarkably steady as I unzipped him and released him. I certainly enjoy the fact that he does not wear underpants of any kind. It makes it so much easier for me to touch him. He had been staring down at me with ever deepening black pants and he opened his mouth to protest, hands reaching for my shoulders. I shook my head at him and wrapped my hand around his girth causing his head to jerk back.

"So much determination." He mumbles so low I almost missed it instead I concentrated on stroking the fascination between his legs. It was slightly warmer then the rest of his body and was even harder and more ungiving then the rest of him, but he was silky as my hand moved along him, stopping at his tip to rub my thumb over his precum giving myself some lubrication for easier gliding. His hand reached down to tighten mine around him, and once he was sure I understood removed his hand. I could feel the heat of his eyes as I began to stroke once more twisting my hand at the tip. I remember something I read and my other hand I move to his balls. They are a nice weight and I cannot help the moan that leaves my mouth at his reaction to my every movement.

I give his balls a squeeze, harder then I would had he been a human man, but his preference, and almost punishing grip of my hand on his dick showed he would be able to handle it, and would probably appriciate it. He did. I loved his low growls and moans. I knew my body was definitely reacting as well as his does. God but those sounds make a flame scorch throughout me focusing on my pulsing core. I knew my nipples were hard and I can feel that I had already soaked through my satin green lacy boyshorts. I know I am panting as I move faster on him my eyes finally leaving his beautiful penis move to meet his. I do not think I have seen him so intense yet.

I am suddenly hit with more lust and I cannot stop myself from rubbing my theighs together to get friction. I am not sure how I got so lucky but the hard seam in my jeans was positioned in just the best place to rub harshly against me. Moans ripped out of my mouth. Jaspers whole body starts shuddering his member seems to get harder in my hands. I attempt to move even faster and enjoy his increasing growl before his body stiffens completely and I see absolute rapture before I am suddenly bouncing aginst the mattress of my bed.

"Sorry," He pants as he cleans himself up with his recently discarded towel. "I wasn't sure you would appricate my cum all over you." He gives a sheepish smile to me before he turns suddenly preditory and stalks forward toward the bed.

"Have I ever told you about my power?"

"Power?"I am still panting and full of lust. Amazed that I was able to bring him pleasure, I am only partially listening to him. I am actually reliving the moment of complete rapture and surrender as his body reaches its completion. He must know I am distracted and thinking about him at my mercy and how incredible I felt doing that for him because he is suddenly caging me in between in arms as I lay where I had been tossed.

"Isabella, you little minx, what are you thinking about?" He asks me.

"Bringing you to orgasm." I actually did not mean to come out and say that. I was just going to leave it at saying I was thinking about him. I was not emberressed to tell him what I am thinking about, it is just I didn't plan to be so forward , I had wanted him to be wondering what about him. Though I had no doubt he could read me and have figured it out. None the less his low growl was my response and he leaned down to sweep him tongue into my mouth and fight me for every inch of my mouth.

I am sure this would have continued on in the most enjoyable way but my final alarm went off saying it was time to leave if I wanted to get there on time. With a vicious glare at my phone Jasper pulled away and helped me to my feet. He still had that naughty grin.

"My gift is to feel others emotions. I am also able to influence them. Would you like me to show you as we drive to school?" I cannot help that I am suspicious suddenly. I have still been feeling lust but I knew that was my own. What could he possibly show me on the way? I think I would rather him calm me down so that my lust does not end up killing me. My heart is still beating entirelly to fast as it is. My breaths are still short. Suddenly I am hit with a brillant idea. I can fix the lust on our trip to school and then he can show me an example of his gift. If I was lucky it would be used to calm me back to normal much quicker then otherwise.

When we get downstairs and lock up the front door he offers me his hand and asks if he could drive us to school. I got to admit that is just perfect for my plans. Plus if he wants to show me his gift him having control of the vehicle is definitely better.

After he pulls out of the drive I instantly unbutton my pants and move my hand into them carressing my stomach on the way down. I normally would not just go strait to the fun, but I think I had all the foreplay I can handle. I did not think it would take much for me the cum.

"Fuck Isabella!" I can see him watching me his eyes once more hungry. "Tell me how you feel." He groans out the command and I am helpless to do anyless.

"I am so wet and hot. I have never been this soaked before Jasper. I can feel my clit throbbing for attention, its so swallen. Oh, touching it feels so good." I think it was more whimpered the words out then anything else. He looks like he is about to pull the vehicle over and take care of me himself. " You can't." I tell him. "We can't be late, I have to go to the front office." My finger circles my clit, though there is not a lot of room, this still feels incredible, and I can move well enough. My breath stutters as I press directly down on my bundle of nerves before moving my finger up and down, swirl, then side to side. I am so sensitive. My body arches up and my legs fall to the side more. I move my hand to pinch my nipple. A few more flicks and I am crying out Jaspers name. Not only does his name echo through the cab of the truck, but for the second time I cum in a gush. I can only hope it has not created a noticable wet spot on my jeans.

I lean my head back against the headrest as I try to control my breathing and my trembling aftershocks.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." He groans and I look over to see my Mates eyes blacked out once more. He looks almost feral now. "Oh little devil, you really shouldn't have done that."

Before I could do anything more he pounced. It's just lucky that he had indeed pulled over.