Well it's been one heck of a week. I've had the toothache from you know where this week. It is better today thanks to a doctor who took pity on me and prescribed something strong enough to stop the pain. Anyway, I've said all that to explain that if this chapter seems off, I'm going to blame it on the meds they are pretty strong. Here goes nothing.

Don't own anything except the story idea, everything Twilight belongs to Ms. Meyers, bless her heart.

Chapter 10 – Fight to Win

EPOV

So many emotions playing through my skin and nerves; hurt and just plain anger were at the top of the list. There was also confusion at how Alice could let it happen, when she knew how I felt. There in the back of my mind though was the long ago memory of Evan and Cil, my own blood, locked in a passionate embrace. Cil knew I cared for Evan, but she could no' help her feelings either.

Now the pain was fresh, so I ran, again to my cave. Was all I knew how to do! NAY! Stay and fight for him! The voice in my head shouted at me. My heart cried. How? The voice said you have touched him, held him, kissed him. Ye know he is meant for ye! AYE, he is my Jasper! AYE! Then fight!

I would give Whisper the night to rest and return early in the morning and face them both. I would not let go my Jasper without a fight this time. I truly loved Jasper Douglas Whitlock and he must know.

At first light, I was headed back to Cullen Manor. Whisper and I rode quietly though the early dawn, enjoying the cool fresh air and beauty of the rising sun. Pulling into the stable my eyes flashed to a chestnut mare and Jasper wearing Evan's kilt. I watched with amazed eyes as Jasper slipped onto the back of the waiting mare with grace and a sure knowledge of horseflesh. Then with a wicked grin on his face, he kicked his kilt up exposing his firm arse and the long length of his cock; much the way I had teased him in the beginning. He acknowledged my presence, by calling my name; then challenged me and was gone.

Stunned into silence, I watched as Jasper and the mare disappeared toward the west. From out of nowhere wee Alice appeared in front of Whisper blocking our path.

"Move Alice, I must go after him," I pulled Whispers reins to the left.

"Wait. Edward what you saw…well it's not what you think," her cheeks were flaming as she tried to explain.

The memory of Alice and Jasper in their embrace pained me and I did not hide it from her.

"So what did I witness," I asked her.

"It was Cil and Evan," she answered lowering her eyes. "None of us wished to hurt you."

"That makes no sense wee one," I said seeing the anguish on her face.

"When Jasper awoke after the place crash, it wasn't Jasper. Evan woke up instead. We were hoping to get them switched back before you could figure it out. He didn't want to hurt you again and we did anyway," she barely breathed the next words. "Cil just wanted to touch him again. But I stopped them before…I'm so sorry Edward." She was crying as I dismounted and came to pull her into my arms.

"Evan?" I asked still not believing her words.

"Yes. Evan and he is going to need you. I fear he's headed for…" I stopped her before she could continue. I knew he was going west when he left.

"He's headed for the Donny. He doesn't know?" I asked almost in shock and watched her shake her head no.

"I've got to catch him before he reaches the ruins," I kissed her on the head and grabbed Whispers mane pulling myself upright on her back.

"Twill be alright, Alice. I'll bring him…them home," I called out as the horse sprinted out of the stable.

EVAN's POV

I'd been riding hard, feeling the wind in my hair again. I realized soon that Alice must have stopped him for a time. There was no way that I could out race Edward on a horse. He was too fine a horseman. Slowing the mare to a lazy walk, I enjoyed just being alive in the highlands again. There were differences but there was much the same. The scent in the air, the green of the fields, the very air was almost too wonderful to take in. I would have to thank Jasper for this little bit of time. I owed him much for it; the freedom was precious to me.

I was almost home. I knew the direction as if it had been stamped in my memory. The Donny lay over the next brae in a sweet glen not for from a deep blue loch. As I reached the top of the brae, I slowed the mare; then stopped her dead. The tears began to fall freely from my eyes and the sound that ripped from my body echoed through the glen below me. My clan, my home, gone!

EPOV

I knew I wasn't too far behind him but I heard the strangled shout echoing across the land. I knew he'd found the ruins. I goosed Whisper and sped on as quickly as the horse could go.

Reaching the glen, I saw the mare wandering idly in the unkempt fields around the ruins. He was on foot now; I knew where he would go first, 'twas where I would go. I found him there on his knees between his da and ma's graves, weeping.

"Gone, all gone Edward," he cried out in anguish. "How could this happen?" His tear stained face turned to me for answers. Answers, he wouldn't want to hear.

"The dates here are so soon after I left London. No one ever wrote. No one told me this had happened. I thought the war was over when I left for the New World," he stood to full height and dried his face.

"A fortnight after you left, what was left of the Donovan's who had not taken refuge with us, rallied and attacked at night. Yer da and brothers never saw them coming," I sighed deeply and continued. "Neither did we; we were lured into thinking James death ended it. Those who survived the battle here said it was like they were crazed with rage."

"My family," he asked nodding toward the graves.

"Yer da, and three younger brothers were murdered in the battle," I hesitated but added, "yer ma died in the fire helping clan children to escape. Yer sisters survived and stayed at Cullen Manor until they were grown. I cared for them as my own till they wed and went to live with their husbands clans. The both lived long happy lives, Evan."

"I'm sorry, Evan," I tried to say but he cut me off.

"Why would ye be sorry? I could have stopped all this, had I been what ye had needed," he spread his hands wide and moved among the graves.

"Nay, you could not," I tried to reach for him. "This was all caused by a crazed man and his dream to control everyone and everything around him. Even from the grave he still tries, Evan!"

"Aye, he does," he said angrily.

"It has to end, Evan," I answered just as angrily. "We will find the way."

For a time we walked in silence, remembering. I allowed him the quiet he much needed to grieve those long gone. I would no push him now. Evan had been and was now my friend. I had been wrong to wish it more. It had hurt all of us.

"Nay, Edward, you did not hurt us," Evans voice was calm and sure but startled me from my musings. "I am beginning to see now that there was a force in place that none of us were aware of. Something dark and unseen caused us to act and react in ways that we might not have. Cil knew and I think she lost her life because of the knowledge."

What he said didn't surprise me but seemed to be full of truth. There was a strong evil at work then and now.

"We've got to find Cil's journal, Edward. I'm sure the answer lies there," he said and I stopped quickly beside him.

"Cil's journal?" I thought it was your journal we needed?" I asked when he turned to look at me. It was strange to talk so freely to Evan while looking at Jasper's body. I had no expected that.

"My journal tells of my discovery of who Maria really was. Donovan's woman, Victoria, came to reside in Maria's body causing me to leave London for the New World, instead of coming back to you, my friend," he answered then added, "but Cil's journal will have the real answer to the mystery."

"Nay, it won't!" seeing his stunned face at my answer I told him, "I have Cil's journal. I found it the night of the areoplane crash." Taking a breath I continued, "It is naught but a young girls telling of her life and the love she felt for you." I watched as his eyes clouded from thinking of his love.

"Do you have the journal now?" he asked.

"Aye, 'tis hidden in our library," I had grabbed Whispers reins while he walked toward the mare.

"I've been to the library. Alice and I went there last eve to retrieve it and we could no' find it," Evan laughed. "Ye must have taken it from Alice's hiding place. No wonder we could no' find it. She will no' be happy with ye' for moving it, I'm afraid."

His laughter was much like my Jasper's and warmed my heart. It was good to have my friend back but I missed Jasper. I needed to have him in my arms again, longed for him. Evan saw my look and smiled knowingly.

"He'll return Edward, I promise," then he jabbed the horses reins and took off through the ruins.

He was galloping fast. Racing me, daring me to try and catch him. Our happy voices echoed across the fields bouncing back to us in woops and hollers. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Once catching him, I pretended to fan back and allowed him to think he could win. Laughing he sped on. I saw it before it happened. I knew it was a gentle beast but something was not right. It was only a hare but it jumped from out of nowhere and tangled in the mare's legs. The mare frightened and taken unaware reared into the air. Standing on two hind legs, a strangled cry from its throat it was frightened. I screamed his name which one I knew not, watched with my heart in my throat as he fell and saw when his head hit the rock jutting from the ground. Then there was nothing; no sound, no movement, nothing.

Jumping from the running horse, I landed on the ground beside him. Lifted him into my arms and felt the warm blood dripping from the back of his head. A strangled cry tore from my body and screamed through the open air around us. My Jasper! Evan!

JPOV

The room was dark when I finally began to stir. I stopped the movements immediately because my head began to throb horrendously and the nausea was almost uncontrollable. What the hell was wrong with me and where was I? Why couldn't I remember? Shit, the plane was going down! I was dead! That can't be happening. I didn't get to see Edward, wasn't able to tell him how I felt. My hand reached for my aching head and I felt the bandage at the back covering my hair. Lying perfectly still for awhile longer, I was finally able to open my eyes again. This time I saw the fire glowing in the hearth. The room wasn't completely dark and there was a scent in the room. Hell no, I am not in the mood to deal with that son of bitch or his bitch. They'd better just stay the fuck away from me! Then I realized it wasn't the overly sweet scent of lilies that filled the room. It was something more subtle; damn, it's coffee with vanilla and sugar. I tried to sit up but a pair of large strong hands pushed me back down gently. Edward.

"Lie still Evan, you injured your head when you fell from the mare," he said softly, reassuringly.

Why did he call me Evan? I didn't understand and for a moment something in my heart hurt.

"Edward?" I started to ask and he shushed me.

"Quiet now. Ye need to rest. The doctor said ye would hurt for a short time and then yer head would feel better. Do ye wish me to get ye some broth? Are ye hungry?" he asked but he had withdrawn his hands. He wasn't touching me and I needed him to touch me.

"No, well, yes I'm sort of hungry but Edward that's not what I need," I tried to turn in the bed to face him.

I drew in a breath when I saw his face again. The impact of seeing him was so much stronger than I had thought it would be. His beautiful face was clearly showing concern for me. The hair that had played in so many of my dreams was more disheveled than I had ever seen it, as if he had been wringing his hands through it time and time again. His eyes though dark and stormy looked tired with rings surrounding them. He hadn't slept in awhile, I could tell. He was holding his hands, keeping them tight against his legs. Was he trying not to touch me? Why? When all I wanted was to be in his arms; held tight to those muscles I could clearly see through the thin material of the linen shirt that was open to show his abs for anyone who wished to look. Hell, nobody as was supposed to see him like this but me.

"Edward?" I questioned him. "I need you to hold me. I want you to hold me again."

His eyes opened and nearly popped out. He was clearly torn between doing what I requested and holding himself at bay from me. Why?

"Evan?" he asked quietly.

"Evan?" I returned the question. His eyes suddenly opened wide and the confusion that had been there before was replaced by clarity.

"Jasper!" he yelled just before his hard body came to rest on top of me and his lips were crashing on to mine.

He pulled away almost immediately and I couldn't help but laugh at the concern on his face. He'd thought he'd hurt me. I reached up to those strong shoulders and pulled him back down. His shirt had come completely unlaced so that his marvelous chest was open to me. With one hand I held him close, with the other I ran it up and down across his bare skin. Feeling it burn under my fingertips and watching his eyes roll back at my touch.

"Jasper, yer head must still be hurting. Ye must lie still and rest," he whispered as his warm breath fanned against the skin on my neck. Gooseflesh popped up where I felt it; leaving tingles of excitement and desire bubbling just under the surface. He pushed up on his hands away from my body, but looked down at me smiling warmly.

"Stay with me Edward," I begged him. "I can't stand to be away from you another minute." I heard his gasp and felt the shudder pass through him.

"I will stay with you if you promise to go back to sleep and rest," he said kissing my cheek and then my jaw with soft wet kisses.

"I will rest if you hold me close and never let me go again," I said returning the soft kisses with much attention.

He stood and removed his shirt. He was wearing a pair of soft leather pants I had not seen before. They showed every muscle in his thighs and his hard cock was clearly visible. Then he grabbed the corner of the covers and lifted them, waiting for me to move over. The movement caused my head to throb again making me flinch at the pain. He noticed immediately and gathered me against his hard body holding me gently to him.

"Close yer eyes and sleep, Jasper. I will no' leave you. We will talk on the morrow," he whispered against my brow.

The warmth of his body and firm way he held me to him soon lulled me into a deep sleep. As much as I would have desired otherwise, I couldn't help but fall into it. There would be another time, another night when I would have him in this bed doing more than just holding me close. I sighed with the sense of complete satisfaction at being with him. The last thing I remembered was his soft baritone voice singing softly an old song, I'd never heard before.

EPOV

He felt so good here pressed up against me. With one of his hands rubbing softly against the skin covering my thigh and the other splayed across my chest. He was Jasper and he wanted me. He asked me to hold him and never let him go; if he only knew what those words meant to me. My heart was so full at this moment listening to his soft snores against my chest. I could feel the hardness of his length pressed against my side and my need for him was overpowering. I wanted him as I had no other. He was everything. He was my love. As he snuggled closer into my body, I yearned for the day when he would be mine and I his and I would hear him say the words. Those simple words that would change everything for the both of us; I love you.

I slept longer that night than I had in many nights; his warm body next to mine and I dreamed. Dreams that frightened and made no sense; dreams of things from the past and future mixed together. Dreams of Evan telling me that the answer was in Cil's journal; I just didn't see how. It was a young girl's journal.

She talked of days spent with our family, of games we played as children and what she dreamed her future would hold. She talked of boys who had come and gone in her life. She wrote of learning of her gifts and how they had frightened her at first. Then there was a subtle change as she matured into a young woman; she fell in love. Evan was her everything. She wrote then of the sadness of knowing that she and her brother loved the same man. She did not hate me for how I felt. She neither thought it wrong nor perverted that I cared for Evan. It hurt her to keep the secret of loving him from me. The dream was so real. I could see her sitting at the table in her room writing as the days passed outside her window. I saw her face in death as she promised he would come, the one meant for me. My Jasper.

Warm morning light coming through the curtained windows, his soft voice woke me. He was murmuring my name. I saw a sweet smile cross his lips and his hands slid over my body achingly slow. Moving would not be wise but I knew he would need nourishment when he awoke. Carefully lifting his hand from my chest and his leg where it was thrown over mine, I slipped from the bed. Standing I bent down and kissed his soft lips and whispered his name. Grabbing my shirt that was still lying on the floor where I had dropped it the night before I crossed the room and reached for the handle on the door. Just before I opened it, I looked back at him. His body was still curled on his side facing where I had just lain beside him. He was so perfect, his blond curls and firm tan body lying between the blue velvet throws, one long muscled leg showing. My desire for him was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. It was a slow burning fire that was fueled by the mere thought of touching him. It burned now, filling me with so much love that I knew not how to contain it. A small doubt crept into my yearning but I pushed it away. He felt for me too, I didn't know how I knew but I did.

Once downstairs, I went to cook and asked for him to prepare a meal for the two of us and place it on a tray I could carry upstairs. The rest of the family had gathered in the great room for breakfast. Waiting for cook, I went to join them.

"Edward, my man, you are looking much better this morning. Any special reason for that shit eating grin plastered all over your face," Emmett said between mouthfuls. He wiggled his eyebrows at me while he continued to eat. I wondered fleetingly how he did that.

"Em does everything have to be about sex with you?" Rosalie said as she stood to go to the sideboard for more coffee.

"Yep!" was the only clear thing I could make out as his mouth was still full of food.

"Edward," Carlisle drew my attention. "How is Jasper this morning?" He was truly worried for the newest member of our group.

"He is still sleeping," I answered Carlisle then turned toward Emmett, "and he rested quietly during the night."

"That's good to hear, dear," Esme said as she came to place a kiss on my cheek. "I hope he is up to coming down to dinner this evening. Rose and Em have some news to celebrate and we've invited Bella and Victoria to come join us for dinner too."

"News?" I questioned Rosalie.

"Well, yes but it can wait till tonight," Rosalie said blushing.

"I think we should invite Alec and Jane to dine with us this evening too, darling. It's been too long since we had a party," Esme said to Carlisle. "Is that alright with you Edward?"

I thought for a moment and yes there was reason to celebrate. Jasper was home and we needed a reason to celebrate. Cook brought in the tray at that moment and I took it from him heading for the staircase. As I turned back to give my approval for the dinner party, a thought crossed my mind, Alice.

"Has anyone seen wee Alice this morn?" I asked of the entire group.

Looking amongst themselves, it was clearly evident that no one had. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Alice was in trouble but then the thoughts of Jasper filled my mind and I continued on to the stairs. I took them two at a time, not wanting to waste any time in returning to my love.

At the door, I held the tray in one hand and opened the door. Jasper was still sleeping and I could no help the smile that was plastered to my face as I looked on him in his slumber. I sat the tray down beside his bed and decided I needed to go to my quarters freshen up and change clothes. I slipped back out and was headed to the third floor when I passed by Alice's door. I heard a strangled cry and knew immediately she was struggling with something or someone.

I threw my shoulder against the door and it slammed open against the inside wall. Alice was on the floor beside her bed. She was wrestling about on the floor as if someone held her in their grip but there was no one there.

"Alice," I called to her as I dropped to her side on the floor. She looked at me with wild eyes and tried to speak but nothing was coming out of her mouth. The color of her skin was almost gray and her eyes looked swollen in her face. It was then that I realized she was not breathing. I also took note of the scent in the room. The sick sweet scent of lilies filled the room. I scooped Alice up into my arms and rushed her out of the room where the air was clean. Just as we reached the landing the others were coming out of the great room and I called for their assistance.

"Carlisle, she is no breathing!" I shouted at the group as the all stood stunned at the bottom of the stairs. "What should we do?"

Alice was growing weaker in my arms and still unable to speak or breath. It was Emmett who came to the rescue. He bounced up the stairs in long strides and scooped Alice up like she was a ragdoll. Wrapping his massive arms around her tiny frame, he began to gently grasp her midsection. Once, twice and third time he squeezed her then we all saw it happen. Alice opened her mouth and something flew out across the floor. She gulped in a great breath of air and then began to cry uncontrollably. Emmett very gently turned her in his arms to face his huge body and gently rocked her back and forth.

"It's okay now honey. You're alright," he whispered to her over and over again, reassuring the tiny woman in his arms. I grasped her tiny form and lifted her into my arms hugging her to myself.

"Thank you Emmett. Ye saved her life," I said as I carried Alice down the stairs to the great room. Everyone followed. All the commotion had not woken Jasper.

In the great room I sat on one of the long sofa's near the fire with Alice draped in my lap like a small child.

"Alice can you tell us what happened?" Esme asked from the seat next to me. Alice had stopped crying and her body had finally calmed. Her voice was rough and scratchy when she began to speak to us at last.

"I'm not really sure what happened. I was sleeping and dreaming about Cil's journal," she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "I had been trying to decipher it but I lost it."

"I know where the journal is wee one," I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. She sighed heavily in my arms.

"Good. We need it. Anyway, it was almost like I was able to finally read the damn thing and understand it, when I smelled the lilies in my dream. I knew she was near but I didn't think she could reach me in my dreams. I tried to wake but couldn't. That's when I felt…" she stopped and a shudder ran through her tiny frame. "I felt something in my throat. I don't even know what it was but it became stuck fast and I could neither swallow it down nor spit it out. That's when I woke up. I couldn't breathe. I fell out of the bed onto the floor and that must have been when Edward found me."

"Hey, look at this," Emmett shouted as he came into the room. He had gone back out into the hall only a moment before. He held something in his hand.

"It's some kind of hard candy," he said handing it to Alice.

And indeed it was a small lemon drop, there was blood on it where it had been lodged snuggly in Alice's throat. She looked at me and I at her. We both knew it was Cil's favorite candy.

"I had been dreaming of Cil and she witch didn't want me to find out what Cil was trying to show me," Alice answered as she gave the inoffensive piece of candy back to Emmett to dispose of. "I must have been getting close."

"Aye, that would be my guess," I answered deep in thought about how we were going to explain this to the others in the group.

"Edward, it's time we explained to them so they can be on their guard," Alice said standing to face the others.

"Alice I will leave you to explain. I do no like leaving Jasper alone, especially now that they have attacked you. No one should be alone at any time. That seems to be when they are most likely to attack," I told her my thoughts and turned to go to Jasper.

"Esme, I think it is a good idea to keep the dinner plans. Maybe we can come up with a plan of action if we are all together," I saw her nod her head in approval as I left them to hear Alice's tale.

JPOV

I heard Edward shouting in the hall but everyone had gone downstairs before I could get out there. My head was still throbbing but better than the night before. Someone had brought in a tray and left it. I could smell the breakfast food under the lids and my stomach grumbled loudly. First off I needed to relieve myself and wash up then I could dive into the food and the coffee, I could also smell.

In the bathroom, I finished my morning leak and then stood before the sink to see myself for the first time since the plane crash. My hair was a mess of tangled curls and I still had a bruise on my forward from the plane crash. God, how long ago had that happened. There was also a huge bandage at the back of my head close to my neck. I pulled it off to see that it was covered in blood. My head hurt like hell and my mind was a mass of confusion. I wasn't even sure what day it was. First off, I nearly die in a plane crash and then I couldn't wake up. I was in some dark dream state sort of place. It felt like I was floating in some sort of free for all. There was that awful voice, too. Constantly telling me that Edward didn't love me, he loved Evan; always had, always would. I was just a tool to be used. It also said that Edward would never break the cruse and that I would die before he allowed Edward to have me. It was just plain shitty. I was so damn tired of listening to that asshole. I also remember I kept thinking where the heck was Evan; he hadn't said a word the whole time I had been in that dark place.

The one thing I do remember is last night, waking up to see Edward sitting beside my bed. Talking to me like he didn't know who I was and the look of relief on his face when he said my name, he had thought I was Evan. Is that what happened? Evan came to the surface while I was in that dark place. Edward said we would talk this morning and that's exactly what we were going to do. I was not going to lose him to Evan, not now. Not after I knew how much he meant to me. I would never let him go not without a fight.

I returned to the bedroom to find him sitting the platters of food out on the table he had pulled close to the fire. He turned to face me as soon as he heard the door open. His smile was warm and full of love. All doubts of his feelings for Evan were washed away in that one look. My cock came to life just from that single look. God what that man did to me, but what he did next took my breath away. Taking three long strides, he came to stand in front of me. Taking my hand in his he brought it to rest over his heart, then brought his face so close to mine, I could feel his whiskers brush against my skin.

"Good morn, my love. I have nourishment for ye," he said as he placed a single slight kiss against my lips. The fire started there and rushed through my body until it reached my toes and god damn if they didn't curl.

"Good morning," was all I was able to say. Still holding my hand he pulled me to a chair at the table and had me sit down. We ate together quietly, neither one able to look away from the other.

"Edward, about last night," I started and his eyes crinkled at the edges with his smile. I felt myself blush. "I mean, you said you would explain what happened to me over the last couple of days." I had to look down at my coffee cup because it felt like his eyes were boring into me. The sexual tension between us was palpable.

"Aye, I can explain it all but there is something that we need to do that is more important at this moment," he said as he stood and kicked the chair out of his way. I sat back in my chair and watched as he came to stand before me. His out stretched hand reached for me and lifted me from my seat, backing me slowly until I could feel the bed at the back of my legs.

"We have waited too Jasper. We need to be together as one. Do you agree?" he said, his voice thick with lust. I could only stare at him. Then he added, "Do you want me?" Shit what was I supposed to say to such a direct question as that?

I shook my head yes. I just couldn't find the words to tell him just how much I wanted that. I fell back upon the blue velvet coverlet. I could feel its soft texture under my hands as he pushed me back on the bed. He crawled across my body until he was straddling my thighs. Our cocks were touching slightly and I heard the hiss come from him when he felt them rub together.

"I know not of the words they use in the modern world. Am I supposed to ask if you are a top or a bottom, do you have lube or sheaths?" he said as a wicked smile curved at one corner of his mouth. My mouth fell open. His head fell back and a glorious laugh broke free. He seemed so light hearted in the moment.

"Alice gave me a book to read," he said when his laughter died down. Then I started laughing because I realized he was trying so hard to be something he wasn't; a modern man.

My nerves relaxed and the cocky Jasper I had always been came out to play. I started running my fingers up and down his chest. Ghosting them across his nipples that hardened under my touch even through the tee he was wearing. I liked the linen shirt he wore last night much better and oh those leather pants. Yep, I'd have to get him to wear those again. Not that the tight jeans he was wearing now were hard on the eyes, cause they sure weren't. He suddenly looked worried and started to back off me.

"Oh, no, you don't," I said as I pulled him back to me by those strong shoulders of his. Wrapping him in my arms, I used a hand to bring his eyes up to meet mine.

"I have been both a top and a bottom. It really has never made a difference to me. I can find pleasure in both. However, I am sure that Chieftain Edward Cullen has never been a bottom and I wouldn't dream of making him uncomfortable because he means too much to me. And as for the other things you mentioned, top drawer of the nightstand," I said just before I took his lips.

I tasted him, savored the flavor of him against my lips. Felt the weight of his body as it pressed down on me and felt so right. The only thing I could think in that moment was there was definitely too much clothing between the two of us and did he lock the door.

I broke away from his lips for only a moment, "Did you lock the door?" I asked him. "I don't want anyone interrupting us, especially Alice." He was breathing hard and so was I but I saw heard the soft "Aye" he spoke before it was his turn to take my lips. He sucked on the bottom lip until I moaned and this he plunged his tongue into my mouth. Tasting and touching, warring with my tongue for dominance. I gave in. I was so into the feel of him that when his lips moved to kiss along my jaw, I could only move so that he had more skin to kiss. It felt so fucking good. His hands were traveling down my sides, tickling the sensitive skin causing me to jerk against him and thus our cocks were rubbing together. That action alone caused curses to fly from both of us.

"Damn it Edward, too many clothes," I protested and tried to pull the tee off of him. He sat back up on his knees and pulled the tee off over his head then moved to pull mine off also. After our chests were bare, he sat there just a moment staring at my body then he lightly ran his fingers over my nipples, pinching them and watching my face. It was almost too much the stare as he watched me, I could feel the heat crossing my face but it was so good, I couldn't help the moans of desire that escaped.

"Edward," I cried out as he bent forward and licked one nipple with long languid strokes. Lapping at one then moving to the other. I was literally squirming under him. The pleasure was so intense.

"Stop moving, Jasper," he groaned out as our cocks came into contact again, the sweet friction growing stronger. I reached between us and tried to unzip his jeans, he got the idea and stood only long enough to quickly remove them. In the mean time I slipped my sleep pants off and threw them somewhere across the room. This time when he stood before at the side of the bed I could see exactly how much he wanted me. The line of fine reddish brown hair that covered his flat stomach traveled to cover the base of his long shaft with darker red curls. He was so fucking hot. I had to have him and it had to be now. I watched as he opened the door of the side table and plucked out the items we would need. He looked at both curiously and I wondered if he had ever actually used either one.

"Jasper," he said as he handed both items to me. I could see the look of confusion on his face. "I no not of these things or how…" he said as he rejoined my on the bed.

"Okay, we'll take this slow. Ask me anything you want and I'll show you whatever you need," I said as he lay beside me.

"I do no wish to hurt you," he said touching my stomach and working his hand downward.

"You won't hurt me but if you don't touch my cock soon I may have to scream," I said smiling at his startled face. "Touch me, Edward. I need you to touch me."

His hand grasped my already hard cock and he began to stroke it slowly. I watched him as he stared at the way the skin moved up and down over the head. When I saw him lower his head and lick across the slit to lap of the drops pooled there, I nearly came off the bed. He looked up at me through his lashes and smiled.

"I have wanted to do that for a long time. Dreamed of what you would taste like and returning the gift you gave me," he said. "You will teach me to do that too." What could I say, hell yes, I'd be happy to let him practice on me?

"I'd…be…glad to teach you that but right now," I said as I opened the lube. "Right now, I'm going to show you how to prepare for something else." I poured the lube onto my fingers and handed him the bottle. I spread my legs open and began to circle my entrance with a single digit when I slowly pushed it in his eyes grew dark as night and he held his breath.

"Touch me," I begged and he began stroking me again. Watching me as I slowly entered a second finger and began to stretch the muscles with a scissoring movement. His cock was twitching and dripping but he could not take his eyes away from what I was doing. I stopped and then reached for his other hand that was resting on my hip. He looked at me with those huge dark emerald eyes and watched as I poured the lube on his fingers this time. The lust was clear on his face as he realized what I wanted him to do. His movements nearly matched mine as he began to push gently inside me with first one then two fingers. I was clearly fucking his fingers now. I couldn't help but to push down against them as he pushed in. I screamed out in pleasure when he accidently hit my sweet spot. He withdrew his hand from me because he thought he'd hurt me and I had to beg him to return his fingers and do it again.

"So good, baby, so damn good, please don't stop, that's it right there," I screamed again and this time he knew it was pleasure causing the scream so he did it again. I was panting with my need for him.

I grabbed the condom and tore open the package. Pulling it out I motioned for him to move closer to me. I began to roll it on the length of him so that this time he was the one screaming in pleasure. Once it was rolled on, I used the lube to coat him and pump him a few times. There was a new look in his eyes after this. He now knew exactly what his body wanted to do and he needed no further instruction.

His body was tensed and his cock was like steel as he kneeled between my legs and pulled my hips up on his thighs. He used his fingers again to open me a little before I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He leaned over me and looked directly in my eyes as he kissed me and pushed slowly into me. The first ring of muscle was tight but he was quickly inside and pushing further still. I relaxed and allowed him to push on until I felt his balls pressed against my ass. He stopped then giving me time to adjust to his size. He was long and thick and swollen and it felt so damn good.

"Bloody hell, Jasper you feel so good. So tight and warm and perfect. Never felt anything so wonderful," his words came out stilted and strained. He was having a hard time holding onto his control. It was fucking erotic to watch all that play out across his face and feel it in his body.

"Edward, I'm ready. Let go. Fuck me deep and hard and don't stop," I told him so he would know it was what I wanted. And he did. His thrusts became wild; in and out, pounding against me with everything in him, his lips never moving from my body. Traveling from one spot to another almost devouring me as he went; he was amazing in his desire. It had never felt like this with anyone before. It was almost as if our bodies were coming together as one unit; two missing pieces that had been searching for the other, only being a complete person when we were joined together. I looked up to see him watching where his body was entering my body. When his eyes finally searched for mine, the look on his face was breath taking. I reached between us and began to stroke myself. I was so close; every time he thrust into me I could feel it.

"Now, Jasper, cum for me now," he growled and I let go. I saw a flash of light and then that feeling of floating somewhere where the pleasure is so pure, it's all you feel; all you want. What happened next was mind blowing, because as Edward continued to pound in and out of me, I heard a god damn roar roll from his body. He arched his back and thrust deep one last time as the roar quieted and his body shuddered above me. We rode out the end of our mutual orgasm together.

He nearly collapsed beside me on the bed. I rose from the bed and pulled the condom off him so I could dispose of it. I cleaned myself off with the tee shirt I had been wearing and then climbed back into the bed beside him wrapping the blue velvet cover over the two of us. He pulled me into him and sighed deeply. It was the sound of contentment.

"Jasper, I have never. Ye are an amazing man," he said placing soft kisses on my hair.

The bed felt so comfortable and warm with his body so close and the soft velvet all around us. I must have drifted off to sleep rather quickly. I awoke sometime later still wrapped tightly against my highlander. He was stroking my body softly and slowly.

"Hello," I said as I began to return his warm kisses. "Did we sleep long?"

"Aye, 'tis nearly dinner time and Esme has planned a party. They will be looking for us shortly, I'm afraid," he said. Neither of us were able to stop touching or kissing.

"A party, ugh?" I said then added, "Edward how would you like me to show you something new?"

"Aye, what did you have in mind," he snickered.

"How would you like to take a shower with me?" I asked rising up on one elbow to look down into those emerald eyes shining with laughter.

"Bloody hell yes, Jasper!" he answered.

And so it was that Edward learned another reason why he liked modern bathroom.

I hope it was worth the wait. Ten Chapters is a long time I know. But look there was no cliffy this time. I just want to take a moment and thank everyone who has put this story or any of my stories on alert or put me on alert. I have just been overwhelmed with the amount of them the last few weeks. I just cannot say thank you enough. I appreciate it so much. I also appreciate when you have the opportunity to review. It lets me know what you think and in fact I have gotten an idea or two from reviews in the past. So hit that little button below and send me some love. Later