A/N: Sorry for the late update and for not answering your reviews. I have been without internet. As long as the people downstairs don't realize I'm stealing theirs, I will have it. I had this chapter writen weeks ago, but do to my 4 year old's love for buttons, it was erased. I hope you enjoy this little re-do.

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Previously on NLTR:

I hang up the phone feeling happier than I have in years. My life was finally coming together and it was going to be fucking epic.

Chapter Nine: A Nuclear Bomb

Char POV

"You. Need. To. Fucking. Hunt." Bella half-shouts, enunciating each word as if we rode the short bus and flailing her arms as she paces the room.

"Please, Baby Whit. We're just not comfortable leaving you alone with Maria so close. What if she came back? It's not safe." Peter asks, worry leaks through his words and we all feel it.

"Oh?" Bella asks. "But it is safe for me to be living with three vampires who haven't hunted in eleven days. Have you seen your eyes? Stay right there."

Bella leaves the room and returns with mirror.

She's right, of course. Our eyes are black and we are in need of a hunt.

"Look," she begins. "I know you are worried about me, but I've been doing this for years. I'll be okay. Scout's honor."

"We just don't fucking feel comfortable, Baby Whit. There has to be some other way." Jasper pleads.

She sighs and runs her hand over her face in frustration.

"Okay. How about this. Peter and Jasper go first. Char will never leave my side. I have my karate class tonight, but it will be dark enough and she can join me."

"But-"

"Once you return, one of you can take Charlotte. Does that work for everyone? Good. Now I need one of you to do me a favor."

"But-"

"No, buts. You'll be gone 3 or 4 hours tops. I've already missed three classes. You are going. End of discussion.

"Classes?" Jasper asks as if the dumbass hasn't been listening.

"Are you ignoring me? I teach karate. My class is at night, so Char can keep watch without worrying about the sun."

It's Peter that concedes first.

"What is this favor you need?" Peter sighs in defeat.

She pulls a thick envelope out of a wall safe and hands it to Peter.

"I need this mailed, but I can't mail it from Arizona or Nevada. I don't want anyone to know I'm here. Catch my drift?"

"I'll take it to California and send it from there. What's in it?"

"Just a little something to fuck with Carlisle," she smiles.

Jasper looks at her disapprovingly and she rolls her eyes.

"What?" She asks in mock innocence. "All it really is, is the money he gave me and a note saying the deal is off."

"And?" He asks, calling her little white lie.

"And a little side note that he should probably tell Esme cause I plan on seeing them soon."

Jasper rolls his eyes while Peter and I laugh.

"Good evening Sensei." The man with blonde hair said with a bow.

"Hello Jonah. How are you?"

"I'm good. We've missed you."

"I'm sorry I haven't been around. I have some news to share with you all before practice. Can you gather every?"

"Of course, Sensei."

And with that, Jonah was off. The students sat on their knees in perfect lines on the padded mat, waiting patiently for their teacher to begin.

"Good evening everyone." Bella says, addressing the assembled group.

A murmer of "good evening, Sensei" passed through the crowd.

"I do apologize for missing class but I have some news to share." Bella pauses as she sizes up the group, her eyes finding Jonah, a decision made.

"You see, due to some family matters that require my immediate and prolonged attention, this will be my final class."

She waits for the shock and protests to quiet down before continuing. "I have chosen a knowledgeable replacement and I expect that he will receive the same honor and respect you all have shown me. Jonah?"

Jonah looks beside himself.

"Jonah, you and you alone can handle this class. But this is not an honor I bestow lightly. Are you up for it?"

Jonah nods and I can practically see the joy and apprehension rolling off of him.

"Well then, that settles that. For today's class, I wish to start with a little lesson, one that I am sure you are familiar with.

"Gichin Funakoshi says to think of everyday life as karate training. Can anyone tell me what he means by that?"

"Funakoshi believed that it was necessary to eliminate yourself of selfish and evil thoughts. He thought you should be humble on the inside and gentle on the outside. Only through humility can you be open to the lesson learned here."

"He taught us that you need a clear mind and conscience to understand the knowledge. Courtesy above all else, is extremely important."

"Very good. Now how do these lessons relate to karate?"

"We should never be coaxed into a fight. Knowing what we know, a single blow could result in permanent damage. We should only use it when absolutely necessary."

"Excellent. Funakoshi once said in 'time of grave public crisis, one must have the courage...to face a million and one opponents." Indecisiveness is weakness. But never misuse what you learn here. Honor, knowledge and power. Now, let's begin with some simple sparring."

Bella walked the room, correcting stances and providing help when necessary. She was an amazing teacher. But I was distracted.

Watching Bella teach her karate class was like going to the ballet. Her fighting stance, her awareness and authority amongst her students was captivating.

I sat in the corner, silently watching the sweat pool and drip down her slender neck. I was fucking mesmerized. The need to touch her, to feel her warm, slick skin against mine was palpable, unbearable and dangerous.

"Char," she whispers in a voice only I can hear as she catches my not-so-subtle gaze, her voice full of promise and want. Whatever this was, she felt it too.

She dismissed the class with a good luck to Jonah and we headed home, a whole slew of unspoken comfort around us.

When we get back the house I plop myself on to the couch, determined to wipe my mind of Bella in her gi.

Bella wouldn't hear of it. She positions herself next to me, head leaning on my shoulder, the sweat still falling gracefully from her body.

"Can I ask you a question, Char?" She ponders hesitantly.

"Of course, sugar." As if any of us could deny her.

"What is this?" She asks, siting up and motioning between herself and I. "I feel the same way with the boys and I just don't understand."

"To be honest Bella, I don't know either. Vampires are said to mate for life, but I know that we all feel something for you."

"So," she muses, her head halfway between the clouds and earth. "It could just be physical attraction?" If it's possible for eyes to hold both hope and disappointment, then hers do.

I want to say yes. I want to tell her she's a beautiful woman and we just can't help it. I want to lie. But I can't.

I sigh. "It's more than that, sugar. And I think you know it."

She nods thoughtfully, her hand, seeming to move of it's own accord as it brushes my cheek, her thumb lingering on my lips.

"Do you need me stop?"

Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.

"Please don't," I breath, relishing the feel of her warm, silk fingers against my cheek, knowing any minute that her lips will follow.

She leans in and places a chaste kiss on my mouth, her breath tasting of tobacco and sweat and moonlight. "Is your thirst manageable?" She whispers against my lips.

I can only nod, anxious for more as the sweet electricity threatens to burn me inside if she doesn't continue.

She places her hands along the side of my face, her soul-searching eyes boring into mine and leans in.

At first, it's gentle, sweet, but with the one simple act of her lips on mine, the passion between us ignites. Our kisses become frantic , in a way, the only way to feel the need that seems to burn us both from the inside out.

In a move so quick, I would've guess the girl already had vampire speed, she began undoing the black belt and letting her gi hang open. Her perfect breasts exposed, begging to be suckled and worshiped as she slides the now offensive white thing to the floor.

She moves her fingers with exaggerated slowness down my cheek and collar bone, stopping only when she reaches my shirt. Apparently Bella has no patience for buttons. I giggle and rip my shirt open, tossing it alongside her gi.

For the briefest of moments, we study each other. Every curve, every scar, every peak and valley laid bare for each other. A thousand questions and answers passing between us.

"You are so beautiful," she mumbles allowing her eyes to do what her fingers and lips desire.

She leans in leisurely, and peppers my neck with long, languid kisses and slides two fingers in me, curving them forcefully and I sigh, leaning my head back against the cushion. Without stopping her movements, she straddles me and presses her thumb against my clit.

I let out a sharp, quick intake of unnecessary breath and before I can protest, she has me nestled on my back on the couch. Her plump lips find my neck, my shoulders, my nipples. Each new sweep of the tongue is as exhilarating as the first.

She smirks as she feels my walls clench around her, my breathing erratic, the only coherency I can whisper is, "ohgodohgodohgod..."

I'm about to repay the favor (and jesus fuck, what a favor it was!) when suddenly, with his oh-so-perfect timing, Jasper comes bursting through the door, nearly removing it from its hinges.

I await her embarrassment, the blushed cheeks, the hidden act as Jasper walks over to us, but it never comes. She just keeps pumping her fingers and I try to fight my eyes rolling into the back of my head at the sheer bliss.

She raises her eyebrows to me, an invitation and I smirk.

"Jazzy doll, I didn't know you like to play with your food?" She coos.

He pulls at his shirt, his eyes raking over his form searching for any lingering blood. Bella giggles.

"Come here, love." She tsks as she pats the open space on the couch never once stopping the ecstasy that she is creating within me.

He obeys, in small, tentative, confused steps. When he finally sits, she smiles coyly and grabs his chin, licking away the last bit of Jasper's meal from the corner of his mouth.

"Wanna try, Char?" She asks never taking her eyes off of him. Jasper begins to protest, but Bella quiets him with a look.

I don't get the chance to answer before her tongue is in my mouth. I can taste Jasper's kill, the heavy narcotics in the bastard's bloodstream still lingering. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever been a party too and behind the shock that mars Jasper's perfect face, he thinks so too.

And then it is too much. I explode around her fingers in a current of moans and and shock waves and electricity.

She smirks and looks to Jasper, who still has not moved from his place on the couch as he stares at us with a wide-eyed childhood innocence.

"Jazzy doll," she begins and I laugh already knowing where she is going with this. "You are wearing way to many clothes."

Not many have seen the major stumped, and those that have didn't live long, but their we sat.

"Char and I have something to finish Jasper." Bella continued to the now mute Jasper. "So either ditch the clothes and join us or get the fuck out of her." Bella always knows the right thing to say.

Jasper smiles a smile that lights up his eyes. I've missed that smile. He removes his clothes, well aware of the two of us watching his every move.

When he finishes, Bella stands to meet him, his body willing, his cock erect. She kisses him sweetly and pulls him onto the couch between us, grabbing her belt and tying it around his eyes, giving a blindfold effect. He plays along.

Bella takes my hand and guides me to the couch, gently leading Jasper into a lying position. When I move between his legs and grab his cock, he lets out a low hiss and the two of us grin.

Taking him into me, I make the movements with my mouth, moving up and down at a gentle pace.

Taking a cue from me, Bella straddles Jasper's face whispering, "How 'bout a little fun for me, doll?"

And that's all it takes. Jasper's tongue quickly finds her clit, his hands gripping her thighs, a series of moan/hiss/grunts coming from them.

"Perhaps Char would like a turn." Bella states as she rides out her orgasm and moves down his body, putting herself in a reverse cowgirl position. A low hiss coming from the back of Jasper's throat as she lowers herself onto him. "Come here, baby," she motions for me.

I rise up to meet her eyes and she kisses me passionately, tasting Jasper and fondling my breast. Her eyes wondering what she can do for me.

I stand and she buries her face in me, lapping up my juices and creating new ones. Who would've guessed a mere human girl could be so good at this.

Each movement as she bobs up and down on Jasper creates new friction for me and before I know it, the three of us are one. Each moan reflected in the other two and we come with the explosion of a nuclear bomb.

Tired, Bella collapses between us. Jasper strokes her hair, a permanent smile plastered to his face. We lay silently for a bit, each of us in our on world.

"Where is Peter," I ask knowing he's going to be pissed for missing the festivities.

Jasper scoffs. "After what just happened, that is your first thought?" He is entirely wrapped up in Bella.

Bella just shrugs her "I know shit" shrug a movement I recognize from Peter and dashes to the the other side of the room to grab her cell phone.

Within seconds, it rings.

"Hey there Baby Whit!" She begins to speak, but Peter cuts her off. "Listen. I had just finished taking care of that package when I was accosted by these two vamps who are demanding to know why I smell like someone named Bella Swan."

A snort can be heard on the end and Bella looks halfway between panic-stricken and defiant. She knows she can't speak, whoever the vampires are will hear her, so Jasper relieves her of the phone.

"Peter, do you know these vampires?" He demands in full major mode.

"Yes, sir, major sir."

"And?" Jasper is about as patient with Peter as Bella is with buttons.

"It's Rosalie and Emmett." Bella's face momentarily goes whiter than usual before she composes herself.

"We'll call you back." He hangs up and looks expectantly at Bella.

"So?" Jasper asks.

"Jazz, in case you haven't noticed, I can handle my own. I could care less. But how do you think they'll handle your, uh, dietary changes?" Jasper smiles at her and I am just beginning to grasp how selfless this small girl is.

Jasper shrugs and begins to dial Peter.

"Wait! One more thing, I will not tell my story again. You all can tell it. They probably should know." She whispers with a shrug.

Nodding, he dials. When Peter picks up, Jasper says, "Bring 'em over. But do not let them in the house. We need to have a little chat with with them first. And you need to take your wife hunting."

Like that's going to happen. Rule number one, Bella comes first.

A/N: To be honest, I kinda liked the first draft a bit more. But let me know what you think. Toodles.

Oh and go read, Underneath Your Scars and Loafers by skilial. Awesomesauce.