The People In Question
Sorry this took forever, but I went on holiday. It was very nice.
9
Jasper smiled at me from where he sat. He was at my house, as usual, helping me with my history homework. Generally speaking, he was the sporty one, while I was the academically strong one, but he naturally excelled at history.
Though only fifteen, he was blessed with strong, lean muscles that made him the envy of most of the boys at school, and attracted all of the girls. Not that Jasper noticed, of course: he was far too busy irritating me with his impish charm.
He now lay on my bed, effortlessly forging my writing in a long essay about the Civil War, while I sat at my desk doing his maths work.
Ever so often, he would read through part of my notes, snigger, and write in a correction.
He started humming about an hour into the session, a soft noise that he didn't seem to realise that he was emitting. I didn't recognise the tune, but I didn't want to interrupt to ask.
He snorted at one of my notes. "Bells, the Confederates were the Southerners." He sighed heavily. "And it's the 'Bull Run', not the 'Ball Run'."
I resisted the urge to hit him.
"Bells, you really are rather cute when you pout."
"You think I'm cute?" I inquired.
"Even more so when you blush," he said, grinning.
"Shut up," I complained, willing my face to return to an acceptable colour.
"Don't you think I'm cute?" Jasper asked me.
"You're rather gorgeous, I must admit."
"I suppose cute is a little of an understatement…"
"You're unbelievable," I muttered.
He shuffled over to the end of my bed, so that he was about two feet away from me. "Unbelievable, and terribly memorable, apparently."
"According to who?"
"Wouldn't you like to know…" He leaned forward suggestively.
I raised my eyebrows, though the sight of him looking up at me through those smouldering eyes was indeed a heart-fluttering sight.
With no other warning, he touched his surprisingly soft lips to mine.
"Jazz, what're you…?"
He returned for another kiss, this one lasting longer. His hands, soft as feathers, drifted up to rest against my waist, before tracing up my upper arms and down again.
I shivered.
Jasper smiled.
"Nice?" he questioned.
I kissed him in response.
His hands found mine, and he pulled me gently onto the bed next to him.
His lips found my ear and started to kiss it gently.
"What are you doing?" I asked, softly.
He blew onto my wet ear, causing me to shiver. "Seeing what it's like to love you."
I had no response, but I didn't need one, as Jasper soon captured my lips again, this time letting his tongue glide over my upper lip. He exhaled softly and pulled away.
"Something wrong?" I inquired, nervously.
He gave me a half-smile. "No. I just like kissing you."
"Then why did you stop?"
"I was just checking that you liked kissing me."
I pecked his lips in confirmation, and he started playing with the hem of my shirt as we kissed again. His hand crept up my bare back under my shirt, one finger sliding along my bra strap. He pressed his face to my collarbone.
"I love you," he murmured.
"Love you too."
"Promise," he whispered against her throat.
"I promise," I breathed.
"Will you give me something?" he asked.
"What do you want?"
"Your soul."
"No way."
"Half?" he bartered.
"Nope."
"A third."
"If you must."
"Really?" Jasper said, his eyes suspicious.
"Sure sure."
"You're actually agreeing to me having a third of your soul?"
"Well, I can't gift-wrap it, but yeah."
Jasper smiled and pressed my back into my mattress, kissing me lovingly and passionately, until I moved out from under him, and slid onto his back. Jasper chuckled and rolled over so that I was led on his front.
"I want a third of your soul, then," I demanded.
"I'll give you that," he assured me, "and more besides, if you're willing…?"
"Let me think," I requested.
He nodded, and then returned to kissing my ear.
This didn't help my thinking.
"Done thinking?" he inquired.
I nodded, and kissed him.
His hands ran up my bare back, and carefully removed my shirt.
I bit my lip nervously as he peeked at me, but then I started to undo his shirt buttons, slowly and carefully.
He paused, just watching me undress him. I looked up at him, and found him smiling warmly at me, and all of my nervousness disappeared.
And then we both lost our virginities.
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Jasper looked at me fondly as I lay nestled in his strong arms.
He kissed my ear affectionately when I smiled at him.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Any time," I replied.
He chuckled.
I didn't care.