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A.N. - Hey guys! I'm back from my holiday:D I hated every second of it (for many a reason) but I've gotta say, when I checked my emails and saw all the reviews and alerts you guys have put on my story, it made things a bit better. So, here's the 7th chapter :) Thanks for being so patient etc. but I'm not sure if this chapter is my best work – it's passable, though. I promise the next chapter will be a lot better. I've decided what the whole plot's going to be, so that I can add a sequel etc (yay or nay?) and that means that the chapters have to be a liddle bit shorter. Sorry guys!
I woke up late the next morning, warm and comfy in Edward's bed. Surprisingly, I'd slept free of nightmares for that night, even though I hadn't had a pair of cool arms to protect me. I opened my eyes, and threw my arms across my face, shielding them while they adjusted to the immense amount of light that was flooding in through Edward's window-wall. When I'd decided that I'd be able to see without permanently damaging my eyes, I sat up in bed, and was shocked to see Jasper sitting at the end of it. I hadn't felt him there, and I wondered briefly if the reason I'd slept free of nightmares was because I had had a pair of cold arms around me. He hesitated, then looked up at me.
"Bella...I'm sorry that I said that last night...I shouldn't have...I just didn't know how to do it or whether or not to say..." He trailed off, and I felt despair seep through the room.
"I know Jasper, don't worry about it...I know you weren't thinking straight and neither-"
"But I was!" He cut me off abruptly, and I was shocked at what I heard. "I was thinking straight, I was completely right in my mind! I do love you Bella, of course I do! I couldn't just say something like that and not mean it...I just wish I'd said it right." It was an assumption of mine that last night was just him not thinking straight... I didn't know what to say, and I wound the sheets through my hands nervously.
I looked up then, and he was shaking, slightly. He looked up, meeting my gaze. I became aware that I'd gotten closer to him than I'd meant to; and he realized, too. He took advantage of this, unhesitating, not even to check if I was willing. I didn't see him do it, because of the speed he did it at, but I knew what had happened. He pushed the guitar aside and closed the distance between us in milliseconds, and kissed me, softly at first, then with more power behind it. At first, I let him continue the kiss, but I knew we would have to stop. I pushed against him, trying to break the kiss, and expecting him to stop, like Edward did. I didn't have enough strength to stop either of them, but Edward would always comply.
Jasper didn't. Feeling my feeble attempts to push him away, he pushed me back down onto the bed, resting his elbows either side of me, holding his weight just enough so that I could feel his body pressing against mine. A part of me was screaming to get him off me, but the other part was more dominant. I responded to him, clinging on to him for dear life. His mouth left mine, and he started trailing kisses down my neck, lower, until they reached the top of my shirt. He pulled it down, and began kissing me again, but I noticed the difference. There was an urgency under the kisses, and I knew where it was leading. I didn't want that to happen. Jasper started opening my buttons at human speed, to distracted by my body to pay attention to what he was doing. I tried to stop him, tugging at his hands. I wanted this, of course...but not with Jasper.
"Jasper, please!" I tried to beg him, but my breathless voice let the plead come out as a moan, spurring him on. His hands, finished unbuttoning my shirt, trailed up my sides, making me shiver as he trailed kisses down to my navel. I was too far gone to think coherently, and I let him continue, my breath coming in short gasps, as I tried to hold back moans threatening to escape my lips. He gripped my hips fiercely, as if he would never let them go. I was too caught up in the moment to notice that the action was painful. He brought his lips back up to mine in a flood of passion, and I didn't want him to stop, now. "Jasper, please!" I begged, breathless and impatient as he moved his lips from mine, and trailed kisses down my body.
"Bella," Jasper growled against my stomach, making me shiver from the sensation. "Yes, or no?" I knew what he meant, and he knew that I was aware. I wanted to scream at him, Yes, yes, to make him take me in an act of love, securing me as his forever. But I tried to think sensibly for a minute. Feeling my hesitation, Jasper removed his lips from my skin, and I missed the electricity flowing from them as pulled me upright, into a sitting position in front of him. "Well?" he breathed.
I hesitated, though I'd made my decision already. I didn't want to hurt him.
"No, Jasper. I can't." He nodded. I had led him on, yet again. Why did I always have to do that? He was taking it well so far, I thought. It didn't last long. He let go of me, and I fell backwards on to the bed with a thud. It didn't hurt me physically, though it did emotionally, somewhat. He jumped lithely from the bed. I stared after him, as the door swung shut, and held my face in my hands.
I know it's not long, but I thought I'd give you a chapter tonight, albeit short, so that tomorrow I can post as many chapters as I can churn out. Review, please.
