A/N: Sorry for the delay! Between work and my current show, I haven't had time to write…or sleep. Hopefully that will change as we wrap-up on Sunday.
However, this show is giving me an idea for a new story. Cyrano de Bergerac…Twilight style.
BPOV
My head dropped and I jerked it back up. The movement woke me and I opened my eyes groggily. I looked around, seeing the world pass before us. We were nearing the airport to make our flight to Iceland. I was nervous and excited. I had never been to Iceland before and was interested in seeing what it looked like.
But I was nervous as hell also. I didn't know what was going on, why we were running. Jasper said that he was trying to protect me from Victoria, but I haven't seen her. Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't around. She is fast. Jasper said he had friends in Iceland, friends who could help us. He didn't tell me anything more than that, but I just had to believe him. This was Jasper, after all. He has been good to me on this journey. He was my friend and protector. He meant no harm.
My feelings for him are all over the board. I worry that my blood will be too much and he'll snap, killing me. It would be so fast that I'd never know what hit me. Then I worry about my growing attraction to him. I have always thought Jasper was good-looking, but over the past three weeks he has grown more so. Maybe it's because of the attention I've received from him, maybe it's because I'm horny as hell.
I really don't know.
I miss Edward. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I hoped his death was quick and painless; the last thing I want is suffering. Jasper was the only one who survived and that's because he wasn't in the thick of fighting. Why didn't Victoria go after him, if she was so determined to kill all the Cullens? I sometimes wonder if it was all a dream; if Edward really is alive and lying next to me in my bed.
Then I remember that I held his body in my arms. His lifeless, headless body. I had no idea where his head had disappeared to, but I'm guessing Victoria kept it. That would be like her to do. I mourn for him every day. He was my life, my love, my fiancé and now he is gone.
My body ached for him, but also ached for the physical contact. I've gone longer without some sort of sexual encounter, but this seemed to be worse than usual. Maybe because he's gone, maybe because Jasper is sitting next to me. Sitting next to me wearing a black tank top that fits snugly around his chest, showing off his muscles. And his arms…wow! I would love to run my finger over those ripples.
I shook my head. Stop thinking like that! This is Alice's HUSBAND, your brother-in-law. Just because they are dead doesn't give you the right to have naughty thoughts. I looked over at him, watching his strong hand grip the wheel. Long fingers…fingers that would feel so good inside me. Fingers that know exactly what they're doing….
ENOUGH!
"You okay?" Jasper asked me, pulling me from my thoughts. I blushed.
"Yes."
He reached over and took my hand. "You seemed to be daydreaming. Care to share?" He looked over at me, black eyes shining. He knows. He can sense my arousal.
I shook my head. He chuckled.
"Okay. We'll be there soon. I'm sure you want to get something to eat."
I nodded. I hadn't eaten much in the last few days. Jasper was not as in-tune with feeding me as Edward was. And I had yet to see him go off to hunt. His eyes were constantly black. He was by my side all the time, only stepping away to talk on his cell phone.
That was odd. I didn't recognize any numbers in it, but when a call came in he made himself scarce. He would speak in a voice so low that I couldn't make out what he was saying. And he never told me anything about his conversations. Not that it was my business anyways, but I was curious. I know he has friends, but what could be so important that he has to keep it from me?
I managed to get his phone once when he went off in search of some fruit for me. I found one of the numbers and hit "re-dial." A woman's voice answered; a voice I did not recognize. I was too afraid to say anything, so I hung up. That was a week ago and I'm trying to get up the courage to dial it again.
Our hands were still entwined. I squeezed it briefly. Physical contact was something new as well. Jazz has gotten better at being able to touch me, whether it is to take my hand in comfort or hold me while I fall asleep. I can't help but feel that there is something more than friendship going on. We've nearly kissed a few times, but the memory of Edward has kept it from going further. Although he's dead, I know he wouldn't want me with his brother.
He brought my hand to his cold lips and kissed it, squeezing back. "Are you excited to see Iceland?" he asked me. His black eyes danced.
I nodded, unable to speak. He was gorgeous, the sun dancing off of his bare shoulders. As we were alone, he had no problem exposing himself in the sunlight. He sparkled like diamonds, casting a million rainbow facets everywhere. My face must look like a disco ball.
When he arrived at the airport, he reached into the back seat and put on a sweatshirt. Although I was enjoying seeing his body, it was for the best. It would only continue to distract me and I couldn't have that.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Normally when I am this horny I grab Edward and make him ravage me. He readily agrees and we spend most of the day in bed. My favorite times are when he's rough with me. I know he's holding back his strength so not to kill me, but when I ask for things to be "rough," he gives in a little.
As we sat in the terminal after checking in, I closed my eyes again. I had been very tired lately; didn't know if it was because of travelling or if I was getting sick. But it felt good to be here, with Jasper's arm around me and asleep.
One of my favorite memories with Edward was not long after we started having sex. I had just woken up from a very steamy sex dream in which Edward took me on a beach. The sun was shining brightly and warming his skin. Rainbows danced on my body turning him on even more. He spent an inconceivable amount of time fondling my breasts; it was as though he couldn't get enough. We had just climaxed after everything when my alarm went off.
I reached up to shut it off but Edward beat me to it. As he reached across me, I could feel his hardness pressed into my back. I immediately knew I had spoken something in my sleep. I turned to face him and saw his eyes were coal-black with lust.
Without a word, he took my mouth in his. His kisses were animalistic, primal. He had a need to fill, as well as me. I reached for him, pulling him closer to me and ran my hand along his back. He pressed harder against me and I moaned from the contact.
He wasted no time ripping my clothes off. Apparently during my sleep he had undressed and was lying next to me naked. I didn't even have time to appreciate his beauty as he gently flipped me on my back and entered me from behind, the animal needing satisfaction. The sensations were so amazing that I almost couldn't stand it. I groaned and grunted with desire as he pounded into me as hard as he dared.
I managed to prop myself up on my knees and elbows, allowing him access to my breasts if he desired. As if on cue, his cold hands reached out and groped them. The sensation of his coolness against my overheated body made me throw my head back. I heard him growl and he increased his speed slightly. His grip tightened on my breast as he continued to massage them. He placed kisses down my sweat-laden back.
The white-hot streak came all too soon. As if he could sense it, Edward slowed his movements. I glanced back at him and his black eyes bore into mine. They were full of love, devotion. He told me he loved me and reached down to stroke my clit. I saw stars after that and my orgasm came fast. I cried out and screamed his name as wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over me. I collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.
Edward wasn't done, though. Being a vampire, he wouldn't get tired. His speed increased again and his hands gripped my hips. It probably should have hurt and I'm sure he'll regret it later, but at the moment all that mattered was his pleasure. I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and he looked content. Suddenly he threw his head back and snarled, pulling his lip back to reveal his teeth. I reached under me and gently cupped his balls, causing him to cry out my name and thrust into me harder than he ever has before as his orgasm hit. I felt his cool venom deep inside me and I squeezed my walls around him. It sent another wave through him and he twitched inside me. More cool venom released and he collapsed his stone body on my back. I had done it; he was spent. I smiled, satisfied.
He lay on top of me for a minute before getting enough strength to move. When he did, he didn't move far. He rolled onto his back and pulled me to him. I placed my head on his chest and felt his torso rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal. He held me tightly.
"Bella, do you know what you just did?" he asked. I hummed in response.
"You managed to completely drain me of all energy. I didn't think that was possible. But I can hardly move." He looked into my eyes. "You are so amazing."
I giggled and ran my hand down his stone-hard chest. "I didn't think it was possible to exhaust a vampire."
He shook his head. "I didn't think so either, but I was wrong." He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Gladly."
I smiled at him.
Suddenly I was being shaken gently. I opened my eyes and looked into Jasper's. They were a warm black. "Bella," he said softly. "Our flight is up." He stood and held out his hand to me. I shook my head to clear it of the dream.
After helping me up, we handed our tickets over and boarded the plane. Jazz had gone first-class and I was totally floored by what I saw. The cabin was so nice and the flight attendants were wonderful. As I sat down, I was given a carnation, compliments of the staff. They said that they are running a promotion and all passengers receive flowers. Jasper took his and handed it to me.
"Flowers for the beautiful lady," he said. I blushed and buried my face into them. He laughed. I loved hearing it, it was melodious. Like wind chimes.
Most of the flight was uneventful. I didn't want to sleep as I had slept so much before. Jasper must think I'm a bore. Probably wonders why Edward put up with me when he was alive.
His phone rang and surprisingly enough, he didn't get up to answer it. He remained in his seat and didn't say much.
"Hi Charlotte," he said quickly.
Who's Charlotte?
"Yes, we're on the flight. Should be in Iceland tomorrow. We'll probably stay at a hotel for a few days so Bella can rest; you know, jet-lag and all." He glanced at me and smiled.
The rest of the conversation wasn't much, mainly "uh-huhs" and "okays." He hung up shortly after that and shook his head. I had a question I was dying to ask. Should I? I thought. Why not? He has been keeping things from me and I have a right to know what's going on.
"Who's Charlotte?"
He looked at me apprehensively. "She's a friend. She and her husband Peter live in Iceland and know about the Victoria situation." He started fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. I felt a wave of calm wash over me but I pushed it aside. I wasn't upset…not yet at least.
"How much do they know?" I asked suspiciously.
"Enough. They know that Edward killed James and Victoria is after you. That's all they need to know." Jasper was speaking low so the other passengers couldn't hear him. I instinctively leaned towards him so I could hear better. He smelled woodsy.
"Is she the one that's been calling all the time?" I pressed.
"No." Jasper's answer was clipped. He wasn't telling me something. "Let's change the subject."
I shrugged. "Okay." I picked up my book and began to read. Jasper seemed to like that. He laid his head back on the headrest and watched the in-flight movie. We were silent for awhile, content.
Something was amiss. I couldn't put my finger on it. We were growing closer, but apart at the same time. When he got a phone call, he would become all secretive. A few times I asked him questions about his past life before the Cullens and never got an answer. He would always manipulate it so I was the one answering my own question.
Yet he hinted more and more about us becoming romantically involved. At first I figured it was just because we were both in mourning and available to each other. Now, I'm not so sure. I stepped out of the shower this morning wrapped in a blue towel with my hair dripping wet and Jasper saw me. His black eyes immediately blazed with desire as his mouth fell open. He jumped from his seat near the window and asked if I needed help. I told him "no" and he shrugged nonchalantly. Then he left to buy me some coffee. But the usual calm that he exerts was gone and an electric hum had taken its place. His walk was strained when he left, most likely because he was trying not to show that he was aroused. That thought both excited and frightened me.
I'll admit, I've thought about what it would be to see him naked. I'm sure it's a sight to behold. Nothing will top the beauty of Edward, but Jasper might create his own. Alice made no secret of his endowment and about the fun they had in bed together. I tried to be more discreet when it came to Edward; I know he wouldn't like me telling his family every intimate detail.
But Jasper's not Edward. And Edward's dead. That damn voice in my head. Why does it have to talk to me at the most inopportune times? I am trying hard to not think of Jazz in a sexual way and it speaks right up.
Maybe if you got it over with, you'd get it out of your system. Yeah, or I'll crave him more. When I wanted Edward to make love to me, I thought I'd be satisfied after the first time. Just the opposite happened; I couldn't get enough. I wanted him at all hours of the day. My sexual appetite hungered for him like a drug. I even almost replayed the time with Alex so I could get off in the middle of the day. Yes, I was that bad.
What if I give in to my desire and it backfires? What if Jasper leaves me? I know he said he wouldn't, but how do I know he's telling the truth? He mentioned before that he wanted to be my husband. Does that still hold true? I know his control isn't as strong, what if something goes wrong? How can I ever forgive myself for betraying Edward's memory like that? How can HE forgive me?
Jasper's cold hand took mine and he brought it to his lips. He kissed it gently, slowly. He then moved his head down my wrist and arm slowly, drinking in my scent. He moved closer to me as his nose worked its way up to my shoulder.
"You're upset," he whispered, placing a kiss on my shoulder. I shuddered. "I can feel it."
I shook my head. Why did I have to wear a sleeveless shirt? "I'm okay," I said breathlessly." His nose continued its path and rested at my neck. He breathed deeply and I froze.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered against my skin. "I'm in control." I stayed rigid as he continued to smell me. Shouldn't he be desensitized by now? His nose moved upward and he spoke in my ear.
"It's okay," he assured me. The wave of calm followed. He placed his cool lips at my temple. "I promise I won't hurt you."
I sighed. The calming affect felt good. He squeezed my hand gently and kissed my temple again. Then he pulled away.
"Too much?" he asked. His black eyes looked sad.
I shook my head. "Just surprising. Your control has really improved, Jazz."
"You're a good teacher," he said simply. I laughed and snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. He smiled. "I'm glad that we can be close like this."
"Me too."
His hand that was holding mine released it and he stroked my cheek. "Hopefully we will grow closer as the days go by." His words were soft. I squeezed my eyes shut. "I want you, Bella."
I let out a breath. "I'll have to think about it." This time I didn't give that voice a chance to express its opinion.
He nodded against my head. "I have all the time in the world."
But do I?
A/N: So, do you think that really was Charlotte on the phone?
I hope to get chapter eight up this weekend, along with Vampire Diaries.
Thanks for reading. Please review!
