A/N: I'm excited, I've been nominated for a Sunflower Award for Best Emmett :D I don't really know how that works, but I'd like to say a massive THANK YOU to whomever nominated me. I'd love to give you a mention, but I don't know who you are! That's all I can say really.

Jaspers POV

"Bella, we need to talk." Her worry dropped, only to be replaced with annoyance and a little anger. Was she mad that I'd tell her that our kiss was a mistake? Could she be angry because I had just turned up? Was it something else? Being confused this way was new for me, as I was so used to being able to put thoughts to the feelings I gather, but Bella has always surprised me.

Looking at her face, I could see the frown between her brows beginning to take shape and wanted nothing more than to reach out and smooth it away. She was so beautiful, and she didn't even see it. I smirked to myself, thinking of the ways I would love to show her just how beautiful she was.

"Well spit it out Jasper." Her tone was cold and I was, quite honestly shocked. I looked into her eyes, and even without my gift I could feel her fear. Fuck that cut me to my core.

"When we kissed, we felt those…sparks. Well, I know what they are and what caused them." I fell silent at her sceptical look, and let her think it over. Her emotions still showed fear, but curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to know what I knew. Her excitement level peaked then plummeted and resignation replaced it. I frowned, trying to come up with the answer, any damn answer, as to why she would feel like this. It was like she had thought that it would be good news and suddenly realised that it wasn't possible. Why was she so unpredictable? Usually I loved it but when I was trying to tell her something as important as her being my mate, her ability to keep me on my toes was not helping my nerves.

"Where did you get that information from and is your source reliable? Is it good or bad? What IS it? And what do we do about it?" she sounded so uninterested, had my heart been beating, it would have plummeted. Why was she acting like this? She had been into me two days. Two days! What's going on between the two of us? It's like she was waiting to be let down.

"I got it from Emmett because this letter," I passed it to her and she had the same reaction as Emmett, which made me smile because she felt protective and possessive. That was good, right? I mean she was, deep down, feeling the same as me.

"and it made me curious. So I asked and he confirmed my hypothesis. And yes, his answer is reliable, and as to whether or not it is good news or bad, it is very good. Those sparks, are created by vampires kissing their mate for the first time, their true mate and it is the single most glorif-." She slammed her hand down on the kitchen table, stopping the torrent of words from my mouth. I looked from her hand to her face and was washed with anguish and anger. She stood, shaking from rage and hurt.

"Jasper Whitlock Hale, get the fuck out of my goddamn house." I just looked at her in shock. What did she just say?

"NOW!" I stood up slowly, keeping my eyes on her at all times, and my senses open. She felt hurt, anger, betrayal, humiliation, scared, confused. But most of all confusion and disgust. Was it so bad to be mated to me? What had I done to warrant such a reaction from my Bella? Had Emmett been right, and she WAS scared of me? No, NO, I couldn't think like that.

I approached her slowly, feeling her wariness the whole time. I stopped less than an arm's reach away from her. Her eyes flitted around the room before reluctantly settling on me.

"What's wrong Bella? This should be a happy moment for both of us, yet you're giving off completely contradictory emotions. I can't tell how you really feel about all of this because of all the overlaying emotions and it's confusing me. What are you thinking?" she looked down at her feet and as much as I wanted to place my fingers under her chin and lift her face to me, I knew she wouldn't appreciate it. So I restrained myself, and waited patiently.

"Please just go Jazz. I can't stand to be someone else's play thing." She WHAT? I grabbed her arms in mine, and gave her a shake. Was she mentally unstable? She has always been more than a human play thing to me! I could ever use her the way…it hit me then. She was comparing me to Edward, because he too had told her she was his mate. She WAS just a play thing to Edward. Not me, never to me.

"Bella, don't ever compare what I feel for you to him. I will NEVER use you that way. You ARE my mate, and I love you." Tears had started to fall from her beautiful brown orbs as I spoke and I gently wiped them away.

"You are beautiful, caring and kind. Daring, and ambitious but sensible. You have a sense of humour and you're intelligent. You have a potty mouth, but that's damn sexy. You have found your own two feet and you stand on them like a queen. You are not easily pushed around and you fight for what you believe in." I leaned down so we were at eye level. Her breathing hitched and all the emotions I was getting from her was a warm glow type feeling. It made me smile sweetly at her, knowing I had caused such a perfect emotion in her.

"You are everything I need. You bring me to myself again. You admire me for what I was during the wars in the South and you are not scared of my scars. You don't shy away from me and my tales, for whatever reason they captivate you. You compliment me so completely. How could I not love you with everything I am?" I placed a gentle kiss on her lips, whilst rubbing little circles on that spot just below her left ear. She moaned and I grinned, loving the effect I had on her.

I projected the emotions I had for her, and she gasped pulling out of my arms as her eyes filled with tears and the biggest grin covered her face. She placed one hand over her heart and the other on my chest, over where mine should have been. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with a passion I thought only Emmett could possess.

I gasped as the sparks flew from her to me and vice versa. They were stronger, more forceful than the first time, but no less sweet and meaningful. I pulled her body closer to mine and deepened the kiss, letting part of my mind run over everything that was said. Pulling away from her I chuckled. She cocked her brow and that momentarily distracted me.

"So, 'Jazz' huh?" I asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat when she blushed four shades of red. I reached over and ran my thumb gently across her blush. Stunning.

"Uhm, yeah. That kinda just slipped out. You know, Emmy bear, Fuckward, why not Jazz?" she grinned at me before looking down shyly.

"I think it suits you." Obviously I wasn't supposed to hear it, but I did and it made the biggest fuck off grin spread across my face.

"Aww Belly!" she glared and I snickered.

"I love it." It told her seriously and her eyes lit up like a christmas tree. I pulled her to me again, nuzzling the spot below her ear that always seemed to get her going.

"But never as much as you Darlin'"

A/N: well there it is and to clear it up, Alice never called Jasper 'Jazz'. Ever. It's Bella's nickname for him. And Jasper calls her Belly because Emmett calls her Bellsy. I thought it was sweet that they would want something a little more personal for each other.