This chapter is from Alice and Rose's pov, to all of you that are demanding Bella and Edward, they are coming up in the rotation. We do have a plan, I swear!
Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or shiny silver Volvos. Unfortunately for us.
APOV
"Shhh, don't wake him up, I don't want to deal with that," Jasper was walking me out of the apartment. He was so worried about my stupid brother. I tried to tell him that we could deal with it, but he wouldn't listen.
I smiled up at him. I wanted to force him back into the bedroom. We had been going at it almost all night though and I knew he had work today. "I'll see you in class," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled his earlobe softly. He immediately tensed. I pulled away, trying to see what he was thinking.
"Shit," he mumbled. Apparently I had said the wrong thing but he only shook his head and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as he almost pushed me out the door. What was that about?
I needed to talk to someone. Bella. I knew I could talk to her, I just wouldn't name names. I had thought something was going on between them, but after a few conversations with her I had figured out they were only friends. Not that they hadn't tried to be more, but Jasper was meant to be with me, so I was glad it hadn't worked out.
Jasper. He and Edward had been friends for a while now; they had met while they were at UW. I had seen a picture of him and Edward that was taken at a baseball game, and when I saw his eyes, I knew. I didn't tell Edward this. He thought the soul mate thing was crap and he was way too overprotective. He treats me like I am still five, so I am sure that he won't be too happy to find out about Jasper and I. It had been a couple of weeks that we had been meeting secretly and while it was hot, keeping it just to ourselves, I wanted to be able to tell someone about it.
When I heard that Jasper was coming here for a job, and that he would also be teaching, I figured there was no better way to meet him before Edward introduced us. I knew it would be awkward if I spent the entire time staring into his eyes the first time my brother introduced us. So I took honors history, ugh, that in itself not to mention it being on a Saturday afternoon, was a sacrifice I made for true love. And it had paid off.
That first day I was a little nervous, especially when I walked in and he was talking to Bella. She was so pretty, her long, wavy hair and eyes, though her clothes were a bit odd. But Jasper was looking at her like he wanted to have her for dinner. My heart fell then. I talked to her, hoping she would be awful or an airhead but she was neither. She was sweet and confident and there to observe him teach because she was going to be teaching as well. I thought right then I was wrong about Jasper and I. I am very rarely wrong, so it was a disturbing feeling.
I was ready to give up. And then it was like fate intervened. I didn't print that stupid syllabus. It was my first honors class; the class was a sophomore level course so I didn't know. I was technically a sophomore, having taken a lot of AP courses at my high school. I raised my hand because that is what you do when you have a problem, right? Then he looked up at me, his baby blue eyes met mine and I knew I had been right; he felt it too but didn't know what it was. Of course then, he yelled at me and I cried like a little girl. I winced as I thought about that day.
But anyway, it all worked out.
Bella and I had talked a couple of times since that first day in class. And I tried not to be too excited when she told me one evening after a particularly bad date that she didn't see it working out, I assumed it was Jasper she was talking about. She said he was more of a friend and she was done trying to force the issue. She had acted like there was someone else she was interested in but she wouldn't tell me any thing about him. I left her alone about it because I had been so elated thinking that Jasper was free. I wouldn't have to steal him away from my friend, I still hoped he was the one she was talking about.
So, now, I was off to see Bella, I knew that meant I would have to go to the library – on a Saturday. This would be a first. She spends a lot of time there; I know it is her job, but geez, how exciting could a library be? She seemed to always be there, even when she wasn't working. Hmm, now that I think of it, Jasper and Edward are always there too. Jasper, like Bella had an excuse, but Edward, surely he couldn't have that much work to do.
After a quick shower and wardrobe change I was ready, excited to talk to my friend and to see Jasper again.
I didn't see either of them right away so I decided to just ask the girl at the reference desk who told me that Bella wasn't due to be here until later this afternoon. I guess I should have called first; I would just have to catch up with her later. When I asked about Jasper Whitlock the girl eyed me suspiciously but pointed out where I would need to go to find him.
We needed to talk, he always seemed to put it off, and it was a few hours before class so I hoped he would make some time for me. As close as we had become, I was sure he would.
"Hey, Jasper!"
"Alice?" he looked up from his computer, with what looked like panic was in his eyes. Why would he be panicked to see me? Did he think I would attack him in the middle of the library? What kind of girl did he take me for?
"Um…" I wanted to talk to him, especially since we didn't get around to talking last night. I needed to know how he felt about me, about us. But how to start...
Before I could decide what to say he was out of his seat glancing around the room, looking like he was planning a jail break. I giggled at the sight. He only swung around with a sly grin on his lips and tilted his head beckoning me to follow. I would follow him anywhere.
We walked through several rooms and hallways, keeping a respectable distance between each other, though I could feel the heat coming from his body. I wondered where we were going but before I could ask he opened a door marked "Private" and waved me in.
As soon as I entered the room and the door was shut Jasper had me pressed against a filing cabinet, his hands working their way up my skirt, his mouth against mine. I automatically spread my legs and he pushed his thigh between them, pressing into my center. I began rubbing myself up and down his leg, overwhelmed with the feelings I was getting from him. God, he can kiss!
After a few minutes when he began to try to relieve me of my panties I pushed him away. "Jasper, baby, we need to talk." His face fell and I hurried to explain myself better, "No, no…it isn't anything bad. I just think we need to talk about us, our relationship."
I watched his face for the relief I expected to see but it didn't appear. "Alice, do we need to do this now?" his voice was serious and his hands continued work on getting my shirt off.
"Yes, why can't we talk about this? You never seem to want to talk when we have time. Don't you think that we should figure some things out if we are going to continue doing this?" Wasn't he tired of hiding and sneaking around?
He sighed. "It's complicated. I don't know if I can give you a good answer about anything right now. Can't we just…" and he had me against the cabinet once again, my traitorous body fulfilling his every request.
His hands were firmly gripping my behind, pulling me from the floor so that I was flush against him and his very large erection. Mmm, maybe this could wait. His lips were burning against my neck as I moaned his name softly, unable to pull myself away.
Oh, what he did to me. I was not the type of girl to have sex in a storage room. I liked romance, flowers and sweet talk. Jasper only offered hot sex and mixed signals. But he is my soul mate, it would all work out, we could figure this out.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door and I heard a voice call out, "Jas? Ang said she thought you were back here?" Jasper froze and immediately put me on my feet and backed away.
"Shit, shit, shit…I knew this was a mistake." He was running his hands through his hair and shaking his head. I assumed he was talking about getting hot and heavy while he was at work but his face was saying something different. "Don't say a word, please, just stay here until I come back." He ordered. I nodded as he started flattening his hair and adjusting himself so that his arousal was not too noticeable. I stifled a giggle as he became more and more frustrated trying to look composed. He looked up at me with very angry eyes that sobered me abruptly.
With a quick glare he told me again to be quiet and stay as he turned to open the door just enough to walk out of the room. I sat there trying to hear what he was saying. It was Bella. I heard them talking about a class and some computer thing he was helping her with. I didn't hear anything but business in her or his tone and relaxed feeling like we were not caught. I know it was a huge deal to him, I understood it was his career.
Soon enough he slid back into the room his face pale and his eyes were dark. "Okay, Alice, you are right, we need to talk." I knew this was the bad kind of talk. I knew I could fix it though, I had to.
"Jasper, this won't happen again, we will keep any of this kind of contact within your apartment or my house. I know." I tried to keep the situation under control but I wasn't sure I had succeeded.
"This is too complicated," he started as if I had not said anything. I pulled his chin up so he was looking me in the eye, I thought if he could see in me what I saw in him that he wouldn't do what he was about to do. It didn't work. "Alice, we can't. I am your teacher…"
I had already decided on this one,"I am dropping the class, it isn't an issue anymore."
He shook his head, "No, even then, it isn't right, you have been my student now for weeks, it will be suspicious. And then there is Edward and Emmett…"
"You are not using my big brothers as an excuse Jasper, this is silly. We can just –."
"Alice, no. Don't make this harder than it has to be. It just can't work out, not now."
I would beg, plead, this couldn't be happening, we were perfect for each other, he knew it, I knew it, everyone would understand. "Jasper, please, I lov – …"
He suddenly became angry and put his hand up before I could finish. "NO," his voice was stern and eyes full of fire. "We can't, that's final."
The finality in his voice crushed me; I just had to get out of there. I pushed past him and made my way towards the exit. This couldn't be the end, there had to be a way.
I walked fast, bumping into a tall blond girl who screamed something I didn't hear as I continued towards the door, trying not to burst into hysterics before I got out of this stupid library.
RPOV
"Excuse you, little twerp!" Man, people are freaking rude. That little girl just about knocked me off of my feet.
Another stupid day at the library. This project had to end soon; I needed some semblance of a social life.
I sighed to myself, why couldn't I stop thinking about him? Hot, delicious, sexy Emmett. It had been weeks, he hadn't even called, but I could think of nothing else when I let my mind wonder.
Wouldn't my parents be proud, seriously?
Emmett was the epitome of a man, and rich to boot. Yeah, he was a Cullen. I guess I knew Edward's last name was Cullen and that Emmett was his brother, but I never made the connection between them and Dr. Carlisle Cullen, who had a freaking wing of the hospital named after him.
It was pointed out to me some time after when I ran into that girl Lauren he had been with that night we hooked up. Her voice was full of hatred when she spoke, "so you snagged him, huh? Every girl on campus would have loved to get Emmett Cullen to change his ways…I guess I get it…" she said the last part as she slowly eyed me up and down. As if I would ever sleep with her.
I, of course, didn't know what she was talking about. I had given him the speech; he knew I wasn't interested in a relationship. I didn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that though; at the time I was struck and surprisingly happy that he was changing his ways because of me. But soon I remember that he was the last thing I wanted.
My parents? Oh, he was everything they always wanted. Maybe I could even be barefoot and pregnant before the year was out. They would be so happy. Then I could stop dabbling in such manly hobbies.
Yes, hobbies, this is what I was doing, spending countless hours piddling around in libraries and classrooms for my silly need to occupy my endless free time. They were so clueless. They couldn't possibly imagine that I would ever need a career, especially not in engineering, a man's occupation. I was too pretty; I should be modeling or just enjoying being kept. Yeah, right.
Kept like the way Roy wanted to keep me? Disgusting piece of shit. Kept in a big house so that he could parade me around like a trophy all the while treating me like crap and sleeping with everyone with a pulse, though I am not sure that was a requirement either.
Now I am not even sure why I had been with him. My parents introduced us, he was the son of one of my father's business partner and he was extremely handsome, everything I so naively wanted. Within months we were engaged, school wasn't even a thought at the time, it was all Roy. It wasn't too long before his true colors showed themselves though and after one really bad night of his drunk ass trying to force himself on me and a quick kick in the balls, it was done. I wouldn't be treated that way. So here I am, not interested in being anyone's Mrs. and more than willing to make that clear in whatever way was necessary.
That is why I said what I did to Em that morning, he had to know. If he knew that there were a lot of other guys then he would stop trying to make it more than it was. I saw it in his face that night and I felt it too, we had made a connection, but I couldn't let that happen, not now, I was too close to my goal. I didn't have time for a serious relationship. And as long as he stopped then I would be able to forget him. That is what I told myself anyway.
But here I was, weeks later, he and his body still on my mind. I hadn't wanted anyone else, but I could give pretext to that by not having time for anyone else either.
I needed to focus.
I got up from my table and made my way across the library to find the journal I needed. The library was pretty busy, more than I would figure for a weekend, I guess everyone had deadlines looming.
As I began sorting through the shelves I felt eyes on me. I was used to it, but it seemed intense in the quiet of the library, especially in the quiet of the bound periodicals section. I looked around but didn't see anything right away, in fact no one seemed to be looking up much less at me. I shook it off as being paranoia and went back to my task.
After a few minutes of searching I found what I was looking for and went to a table close by. Sitting down, I spread my stuff out and I sighed. I wanted to go out tonight but there was no way I would get this done in time. I hadn't slept with anyone since that night with Emmett and I was feeling it. There were a couple of dry humping sessions on the dance floor last time I went out but I just wasn't up to bringing anyone home. I had to tell myself it wasn't because of him.
I noticed wheels peeking out from between the shelves I had just been searching. Whoever it was didn't move, just stayed where they were. I shook my head, looking back at my work. It was just another student, I'm sure.
That feeling of being watched didn't go away though and I jerked my head up again, looking for the culprit. There had to be someone around. I didn't see the wheels anymore; at least they weren't in the aisle. When I found them, the man sitting in them was a little shocking. He was quite tall and well built, with dark, russet skin and shorn, black hair. He saw me checking him out and smirked at me. He had pulled up to a table that was diagonal from me and was leaning back in his chair.
I couldn't figure out why he was leaning back, but when he raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly under my table, it hit me. I was wearing a skirt and had, in my concentration, forgotten to cross my legs. He apparently had a good view up my skirt from his position.
The setting and the anonymity this sort of thing afforded me was a huge turn on, and from the bulge under the fly of his jeans, it was affecting him too. I decided to play along. With a smile and wink, letting him know that I was game, I slunk down in my chair, spreading my legs a little.
He watched, his eyes burning and wet his lips. I almost laughed at how easy it was to effect a response but couldn't ignore how wet I was getting. I hadn't worn a bra this morning, preferring to feel the scratchy wool against my breasts and my nipples were so hard now that they were straining against my sweater.
When he moved his hand to his waistband, I shook my head at him, mouthing "No" so that he would understand. He grimaced but placed his hands on the armrests of his chair.
I let my head fall back, and began squeezing my legs together, enjoying the pressure on my clit. I licked my lips slowly, and pinched my nipples through my top. My breathing was almost as shallow as his so I inhaled deeply, reveling in the sensations that were flooding my body.
My hand slipped down under the table, and into my skirt, sliding under the lace of my panties. I heard his sharp gasp, but I didn't look over. Running my fingers over my wet slit, I felt my juice cover my fingers. Flicking my clit with my red fingernails, my legs fell open even wider. I focused on my clit, the little bundle of nerves slippery by now, the delicious way my nail caught on each pass.
It was sweet torture, but I needed to feel more so I slipped my other hand under the table and into my panties. I thrust two of my fingers into my warmth, and felt my walls clamp down on the intrusion. Not full enough, I added a third, and began to push and pull them in and out of myself. My breasts were swollen, squeezing together and my nipples were catching on the edge of the table with every thrust I made, the wool scratching at the sensitive tips. I could feel myself getting close, my breathing picking up speed, my face hot. I can be very vocal, and that fact that I couldn't make a sound was exhilarating. I could hear his groans over my panting, which just added to the pleasure.
My hips were rocking and my body started to convulse. I rode the sensations out, letting out a deep breath at the end. I could hear my observer whining now and I looked over at him. His knuckles were white on the arms of his chair and his pants were straining so much as to look like they may not hold.
I smiled at him, licking my fingers clean and sat back up in my chair. I straightened my clothes, removing my panties and gathered my things. As I got up to leave I flashed him one last look. He was positively drooling. When I brushed past him on my way to leave, I leaned over his chair and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
"Thanks." I breathed in his ear.
He sputtered, unable to form a word, much less a sentence. He just looked up at me with his deep brown eyes wide.
I laughed and dropped my panties in his lap, walking off without another word.
I checked out my book and headed home, the exhilaration of what had transpired starting to wear off and thoughts of Emmett crept back in.
I worried what he would think if he knew what I had just done. I had heard from one person that he wasn't sleeping around now and suddenly I want to change who I am for him? Who knows if that girl was even right? Furthermore, it didn't matter to me what he did with other women. It was none of my business. Now I just had to convince myself of that.
AC: Wow, who knew Rose had it in her, or well, not in her exactly...
AN: ... (laughing too hard to type)
AC: We knew she was into kinky sex, we just didn't know she was so generous with it. She's like a Kink philanthropist.
AN: deep breath...ok... yeah, but who knew the people loved Em so much?
AC: Well, he is a big old bear…everyone loves bears!
AN: In response to everyone that wanted a threesome, and those that were very against it, we decided to go the other direction…
AC: Rose got to have a onesome…is that right?
AN: Well, we hope you liked it…We are getting closer to the Bella and Edward chapter now, so don't hate too much. There is a method to our madness!
