Well, here we are. This one is long, so I'll apologize now and wait for the hate. Do with it what you will, but know that I love hearing what you have to say.
Thank you to Detroitangel, NCChris, and Frenchbeanz for master betalove.
As usual, I do not own Twilight. But I do have a green-eyed, devilish man and a penchant for LEMONS... Do with that what you will.
BPOV, past
"Bella!" Alice screamed up to me from the first floor. I closed the box I had been unpacking and huffed as I lifted myself from my stiff kneeling position. This room was never going to look moved into. A month was a long time to still be living out of boxes. I was hesitant to integrate my things into the house proper, since most of my "décor" didn't really fit with the rest of the design. I guess I could take another tour later, find a few places to rest my things. I hopped down to the landing, folding my arms across my chest and turning the corner.
"What now?" I acted put out, like unpacking was so enthralling and important that I just couldn't be torn away.
"We've got something to show you," she said with a sly grin. She hooked her finger and beckoned me to follow.
"I'm not dressed, Alice," I whined, pouting and raised my arms to draw her attention to my current garb. I was wearing a vintage, lacy, not quite see-through tank slip and panties. Nothing else.
She looked me up and down with an appraising eye. "You're not so hard on the eyes, you know. You could be wearing less." She smiled, her eyes narrow like a hawk. My heart raced as her gaze lingered on my thighs. I rubbed them together lightly and rested my weight back on one leg.
"What's the point of being hard on those? Eye fucking is for virgins." Same shit, different day. I was always a bit too forward, but then Alice was always a bit too dazzling. Any word filtering I may have done in the presence of others was tossed to the dogs when she was around.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Seriously, hurry the fuck up," she said. "We want to show you something. Go put some jeans and shoes on, hooker."
I stomped back to my trash heap and dug around for something suitable to wear. They never told me what the hell was going on? just expected me to be game anytime, for anything. I cursed those sexy vampires and I cursed myself for being so affected by them. We flirted fucking endlessly and my frustration was just as constant. I was bent over, elbow deep in a pile of clothes and purses, when I heard a high pitched whistle behind me.
I turned to find Jasper leaning against the door jamb, a crooked smile on his face, eyes alight with mischief. He was wearing a purplish-gray suit jacket and jeans, a ratty t-shirt that looked cheap, but was probably some $100 vintage piece of candy. He looked so goddamned tasty that my mouth started to water.
"Not cool, Bells. You're going to give a vampire a heart attack if you continue to keep yourself so scantily clad. That's no small feat, cheesecake."
I tried to quell the embarrassment and excitement that Jasper's unannounced and unsolicited ogling brought out in me. Deep, immoral desires were aroused in my belly by his presence. They swirled and tickled my organs, clouded my brain, and turned my tongue to Jell-O. What I really wanted to do was seductively strip off the material that barely covered me and walk over to him; whisper in his ear that there were other, more private, parts of his body that I would like to bring to arrest.
He stood there challenging me, one hand on his hip, his eyes still boring into mine. I found some steel in his demeanor and used it to my advantage. I fingered the low neckline of my slip, letting my hand trail from there, over my nipple, down to my hip. He exhaled sharply.
I walked toward my dresser, bending slightly to retrieve a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer. I peeked at him from over my shoulder and smiled. He was holding his breath now, his knuckles straining on the door frame. He appeared to either be steadying himself, or keeping himself back.
I found my voice and smirked back at him, "You're right, Jasper. It's not cool, at all. It's quite warm, actually. I'd go as far as to say it's hot. Steamy, even."
I turned my back, shook out the material and stepped one foot, then the other into the legs of the pants. I exaggerated the swing of my hips as I worked the fabric over my thighs. As I brought them over my ass, I hitched the slip up to my waist, revealing my blush colored panties to him; if only for a split second.
It was long enough, apparently. I heard the distinct sound of splintering wood and felt a rush of air as he instantaneously closed the distance between us. His body was inches behind mine and I lowered my head, smiling to myself. His words and cool breath on the back of my neck sent a shiver up my spine.
"You ought not tempt a monster, Bella. You never know how ferocious he might be."
"I think I'll take my chances," I whispered. His hand hovered over my shoulder, his lust, our lust, hovered around us, threatening to crush me. I licked my lips and took a deep breath.
"You just made a deal with the Devil, girl, and I'll hold you to that vow, one day."
"Jasper!" Alice called from downstairs, making us both jump. I swallowed hard, my mouth having filled with saliva as my head was bowed, listening to that beautiful devil as he whispered in my ear.
"Leave Bella alone, damn it!"
"To be continued," he breathed in my ear, brushing his cold as stone lips against the lobe.
"We'll meet you there, love!" he called back to her.
My back was to him and some of the tension had been broken, but I still felt some kind of electricity sparking between the two of us.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," I squeaked, as he whipped me onto his back so fast that my stomach flipped.
"Hold on tight."
I wasn't expecting a ride out into the woods, but Jasper was insistent. The wind whipped my hair into all oblivion as I tried, but failed, to keep focus on my surroundings. I held on to his broad shoulders and clenched my legs around his waist. My nose was buried in his hair, almost on purpose, I tried to not be obvious while I sucked in as much of his scent as my lungs would allow.
Both he and Alice always smelled amazing; like baked goods and syrup and sandalwood and forest. My curiosity got the better of me and I found myself nuzzling a bit too enthusiastically into Jasper's hair. I wondered how awkward it would be if I just licked one of them. They had to taste as good as they smelled.
Jasper, sensing my changing mood, slowed his pace and peeled me off his back. I was reluctant to let go, but complied. He had a look on his face that made me almost blush. He wouldn't take his eyes off me and I found my breath difficult to catch.
It had been interesting these last few weeks, getting used to living with them. There were so many strange and perplexing things about their lifestyle. I guess I hadn't really expected the whole vampire thing to mean that things would be so different; not that they were alarming or anything. The not sleeping, super strength and speed were a little disconcerting, but I was slowly acclimating myself and had to admit, I was having a bit of fun with those attributes. I felt like a curious, excitable child and they were all seven wonders of the world.
There were other things I was having to adjust to as well. It was almost impossible to hide anything from them. Alice was a constant harbinger with her raised eyebrows and cocky mini-predictions. I mostly felt embarrassed by her knowing all my next moves, and sometimes I felt like she was scolding me, warning me to not do what I intended. She told me that my decisions were mine to make and that she didn't want to persuade me, either way.
Jasper, on the other hand, was a perplexing, infuriating creature who always seemed to know what I was feeling; whether it was anger or lust. He usually pushed me to my limit. I'd woken up on more than one occasion not remembering how I'd gotten where I was.
I felt completely exposed when in their company. I had nothing to hide from them, but I was just uncomfortable with all the attention. I had kept mostly to myself since my parents died and it was difficult to get used to having someone around all the time. I was as new to them as they were to me, so the fascination and urge to know as much as possible was definitely a two way street. I wanted to know them, wanted them to know me. Something inside me, something I thought had shriveled up and died, throbbed and released every day I spent with them.
I was lonely, too, though. Physically. Never one for celibacy, I constantly found myself pining after them. It had been three months since I had gotten any action and it began to take its toll. They were stunningly beautiful, smelled like all my favorite things. The irrational attraction to Alice when I first met her was only getting more and more intense. Add to that, Jasper was pushing a lot lately. At times, I felt like any second, my cunny was going to burst into flames. My constant restraint was weighing heavy on my already leaden desire.
Jasper stopped a few hundred feet from a dilapidated house of sorts. Most of the roof was gone and all the windows and doors were gaping holes. It looked murdered. I couldn't help but feel badly for it. It was only a structure, an abandoned house, but the lack of life and vitality was disheartening. I was irrationally hesitant to enter, afraid that it might hurt me. I turned back to Jasper and he was still looking at me, his face a mix of confusion and anticipation. My heart sped up and a creep of fear was tickling up my spine. He stepped forward, but then halted when I stepped back. The fear disappeared as he raised his hands and took a step back as well.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, lowering my gaze to the ground, not sure what I was apologizing for. I knew I had gotten a little carried away with the sniffing thing and I'm sure he felt what I was feeling then, even if I wasn't ballsy enough to admit it to myself. I was sorry, though, that he still sometimes frightened me. That was a more likely cause, anyway. If it was even him that did it. He was just trying to comfort me and I had misinterpreted. My instinct should have been to be afraid of him and that was what he expected. If he only knew just how not afraid I was, it might scare him.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," he said, fidgeting with his lapel, and I could see his eyes darting back and forth from me to the crumbling dwelling. I shook my head infinitesimally and turned to survey the area with confusion. The house was what Alice had wanted to show me? She was nowhere around, unless she was inside.
"What is this place?" I asked Jasper, trying to walk on the uneven ground without tripping. He stiffened and shifted his attention to the shell.
"This used to be a quaint little cottage. Alice and I spent quite a bit of time out here when we lived in Forks last time." I could detect a faint bit of amused recollection in his voice.
"Did the two of you destroy it?" I asked trying to hide my smirk.
"Was that a sex joke, missy?"
"My name is Bella, Jasper, and yes, it was. I cannot believe the house is still standing some nights. You guys sound like volcanoes erupting." I laughed out loud and tried to evade him as he lunged for me. I was not successful and before I could blink, he was carrying me over his shoulder toward the cottage.
"Seriously, Jasper," I spat into his back. All the blood was rushing to my head and it made talking a challenge. "Can't take a little ribbing? I'm just glad someone's getting some. If I have to live vicariously through you guys, I have no shame in that."
"Aw, poor Bella," he teased as he set me down just inside the hovel. I smacked his arm a little too hard and snatched my hand back with a wince.
"Tsk-tsk. I told you, you'll only hurt yourself." He laughed and walked in past me. I spied Alice through an old window. She was behind the house, appraising the premises in a calculating way. She ignored us completely until she had made her way to the front and in the door.
"Oh! Good. You're here!" She sang and pressed her hands together. I looked around a little more closely. The floors were either covered in dirt or made of it. The walls from the floor halfway up were made of stone, the top half of rotten wooden logs. There was a musty smell, but it wasn't overwhelming. I imagine the whole roof collapsing really did wonders as far as airing it out. I certainly wouldn't have stepped foot in it if it smelled like a rotting basement.
"Alice, is this what you were so eager to show me?" I squinted my eyes as I looked up through the wide open ceiling. It was rare that there wasn't a constant drizzle outside, but today was dry. Overcast, but it hadn't rained all day.
"Yes," she said, "I'd like you to help me remodel this place. We've been kind of... neglectful."
"I guess!" I laughed, shaking my head at the hovel that surrounded us. "Sure, yeah, I'd like to help."
I turned to them, after twirling around the space doing my own inspection. Every building material seemed to have been solid once, but now was pitted and eroded so thoroughly that it looked like one kick to the wall would demolish the rest of the hull completely.
Clouds floated off and a surprising ray of sun burst through. It covered me, the inside of the cottage, and my two vampires in a warm beam of golden day. I gasped and nearly stumbled when I saw them. The sunlight reflected off of their skin like crystals, diamonds. Every inch of Alice's face and bare arms glittered and shone with such utter brilliance that I was stunned. Jasper's face was aglow and he smiled at my gaping stare. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shirt off. Alice smiled at him as I walked closer. He seemed more iridescent, shimmery like mother of pearl. His cheekbones glinted like rhinestones as did the tip of his nose and shoulders, but the meat of him swirled like he was covered in lamina of purple, silver and gold. Small raised crescent shaped scars twinkled faintly on his arms and torso.
Alice was a beacon, and breathtaking. I moved from in front of Jasper to concentrate on her. She was ablaze; millions of scales shining so brightly I was nearly blinded. I reached out to touch her cheek, hesitantly. She smiled and stepped closer to me. Her skin felt the same. There was no crackle or rough texture, just smooth alabaster and the tickle of feathers I had grown accustom to. I glided my hand from her cheek down her neck and across her shoulder. My breath hitched and my belly tightened at the beauty standing before me. I barely registered Jasper backing away from us and out the door.
"Alice," I whispered, my palm tickling down her arm, looking every inch of her over and again. I brought my other hand to the skin of her collarbone. "Jesus, you're beautiful."
Our sun was not wavering and every breath she took, every movement she made caused the ripple of light to shift, to illuminate another area of her body. I could feel something building inside me. A courage I may not have possessed yesterday. Something was changing and I was terrified and panting with anticipation. Her tiny hands found purchase around my waist as I closed the distance between us. Her golden eyes were bouncing back and forth from my brown ones to my lips. My tongue darted out, of habit or instinct I wasn't sure. I surveyed her face, her darkening irises, as my hand once again found her cheek. She cupped mine in her own petite palm, mirroring the action.
Nothing clouded my mind. There was no question I was going to kiss her. The exquisite feeling that pulsed through me was just too glorious; I was locked in and didn't want to leave.
"Bella," she breathed into me. Her eyes fluttered and I leaned my head down to hers. Our lips touched once, then twice without much movement. Our saliva coated them with a smooth coolness. My heart was pounding in my chest, about to burst through. She covered it with her hand and covered my mouth with hers. Urgency took over and we both moaned as our tongues lashed out to taste each other. Her lips were firm but yielding, and she was sweeter than honey. I was lost in the smacking and suckling; drunk with desire for her. Her grip on me tightened as we fought for dominance over the others lips.
She wasn't so tiny compared to me. I had a few inches on her and maybe twenty pounds. Nothing of her body wasn't available from my position. I slid my hands down her back and rested them just shy of her roundness. She pressed further into me, pushing my legs apart with her knee. I rested my center on her thigh, the coolness slowly seeping through the cotton that covered me. I groaned and pushed my thigh against her. She opened her legs for me. I wanted her so badly, but now my actions were becoming clear. I was making out with my best friend, a married woman. I was slightly confused and highly aroused, however I wouldn't jeopardize this friendship for a little touch. I broke away, gasping for air.
"Alice, I'm sorry." I wanted to look at her, but couldn't. I wasn't ashamed, I just didn't want to see the lust in her eyes. I would abandon all propriety. I wanted to take her, that much was clear, but I did not want to take her on a dirt floor. I wanted some motherfucking carpeting under her at least.
"Bella, shh. There's nothing to apologize for." Her hand reached out and wound from my temple into my hair. I met her eyes, golden again, relieved that we had both cooled down a bit.
"We shouldn't do this. What about Jasper? It's cheating, isn't it?" These lines had always been a bit blurry for me. I was no home wrecker, but I'd had my share of illicit affairs. Sex always complicates things. This was a "look but don't touch" situation and it should never have happened. It wasn't too late to pretend it hadn't, but I would never get the feel of her, the taste of her tongue, out of my head.
"Bella, sugar, you know I don't do things spontaneously. Well, most of the time," she said and smiled.
"You saw this?"
"Some."
"You should have told me."
"It would have turned out differently if I had."
She was so matter of fact.
"You want this?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't." She took my hand I hers. I found some comfort in the touch, but was still wary. Starting a physical relationship was what I wanted, but it would open us up for a world of pain and heartache if, and when, it inevitably fell apart.
"What about Jasper? Have you told him? Is he okay with it?"
We were having a conversation about possibly having sex sometime. It was amusing, definitely, but also screaming, "Danger! Danger!"
She smirked at me and winked. "Jasper will factor in in due time."
"What? What is that supposed to mean, Alice?" I felt the blood rush to my face. Was she suggesting that I would be sleeping with Jasper at some point as well?
"Shh, Bells. Our little secret, okay?" She wove her fingers with mine and squeezed.
"Alice! You haven't said anything to him?"
"Oh, I've let slip a few things. Mainly about you and me. I didn't want to ruin the surprise."
Devilish girl! Her bag of tricks was deep and dark.
"I don't know, Alice. This seems like a bad idea. What happens when someone gets jealous? Or what happens when I, without doubt, ruin it? I'm not sure. I don't want to lose you guys just because I couldn't keep it in my pants."
"Bella," she groaned, "You worry too much, but I won't push you. The foundation is... laid." She winked again, tugging my hand. "Come on, you need to eat and we need to get started designing this remodel."
I gave her a questioning look, but followed her out of the house. About the spot Jasper had stopped, Alice suggested I climb on her back for the duration home. I eyed her and giggled as I launched myself at her. She laughed and tickled my knees the whole way back. I fought to keep my grip as we neared the side porch.
She carried me into and through the house. I mussed her hair up and put my hands over her eyes. She never bumped into anything, of course, and set me down securely on one of the bar stools. I was reluctant to let go of her, tightening my legs when she tried to pull away.
"Bella, I want to make you dinner. You have to let me go."
I huffed, squeezing as hard as I could. "What's on the menu, minion?"
"Ohh, are you my master now?" She pressed her back into me and I wrapped my arms around her. She was playing along with my little game by letting me pin her arms to her sides.
"Well, you're going to cook my food, and you did just let me ride you home. I'd say that if you weren't trying to please me, then you're doting a bit too much," I whispered in her ear. Her hands were creeping up the back of my thighs, making my entire body tingle and ache.
She shifted her weight and I loosened the death grip I had on her. She spun around, her ice cold hands resting on my hips. She pushed the fabric of my slip up and tucked her hands underneath it. Her thumbs dipped into my waistband and a chill ran through me as her face got closer to mine.
"There are few other things in this world that I would let you ride." I wanted to kiss her again. Her lips were so close, so inviting. I could smell her sweet breath as she exhaled, rubbing her palms up the sides of my torso. I licked my lips as she ghosted her thumbs over the swell of my breasts. I was inching closer, but my internal war of instant gratification versus possible fallout kept my lips to themselves. Her stone hips were digging into my thighs and I wanted fingers, already so close, to plunge into me until we both screamed.
"Holy shit," Alice exhaled and staggered backing away from me.
"Alice? What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed at her current state. Her eyes were blank and flickering minutely. She seemed to be staring at me, but not at me. She cleared her throat and smiled.
"Nothing, it's fine. Just a little intense."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing, Bella. Intense is good. Jazz is on his way back. Time to start feeding."
She whipped up some pasta with cream sauce. I thought I saw a Pasta-Roni package, but I couldn't be sure. Perfect vamps aren't perfect at everything, apparently. Jasper joined us in the kitchen about the time Alice started. I avoided direct eye contact and folded in on myself, lost in the memory and sensation of Alice in my hands. Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but picture Jasper there as well. It made me nervous and embarrassed all at once.
"So, did you girls come to any decisions? Are we going to tag team that shit, get it done as fast as possible?"
I dropped my fork, clanging it on the plate and nearly choked on my noodles.
"Get what done, love?" Alice asked innocently, as if she had no idea what he might be talking about. I was sitting in the middle, Alice on my left, Jasper on my right. I was going to be caught in the crossfire and I was not ready.
"The remodel, or should we just demo it?"
Air came whooping out of my lungs and, Jesus Christ, I could breath again. I took two more bites and pushed myself from the counter.
"Everything is a 'go.' We'll probably have to go back out there tomorrow to work through a few things. Bella is fond of warm colors, whereas I am partial to cool. I'm sure we can meet in the middle somewhere, figure out what will please us the most." She said all this with suggestive hand gestures and my face burned as I walked to the sink.
Her words were quaking through me. She winked at me, obviously trying to kill me with sexual tension. I washed my plate in silence as Alice and Jasper droned on about mortar and foundations and if the kitchen in the cottage should have a wall of windows. I contemplated going to my room, but eight was really too early for bed and I didn't want to be alone anyway. I turned from the sink and almost smacked face first into Jasper. I still couldn't bring myself to look at him, instead I looked to Alice. She was still sitting at the bar with a smirk the size of Mt. Hood on her face.
"How about some wine and music in the drawing room?" he asked.
"Drawing room?" I questioned him, rolling my eyes.
"Library, drawing room, whatever. It sounded cool."
I laughed and agreed, following them into the "drawing room." Jasper lit a couple of lamps, but the room was anything but bright. Alice went straight to the record player, dusting off her selection. Jasper opened the wine and poured me a huge glass. He brought it over to the couch where I sat, legs curled under me, ready to drink myself into oblivion.
Sam Cooke began his dulcet crooning through the speakers as Jasper met Alice in the middle of the room. They danced in my audience laughing and flirting. I laughed with them as they spun to me, twirling like tornadoes. Jasper dipped Alice, dramatically directly in front of me. Her hair tickled my arms and raised my skin and heart rate.
They danced the whole album as I sipped my wine. They were fascinating to watch; graceful and perfect. I thought of nothing else when my eyes were on them. I stood to refill my glass. Jasper beat me to the bottle and joked about me even needing the glass. I snatched the bottle from him and stomped back to the couch.
Jasper walked behind his desk laughing at me, to peruse his many tomes. Alice changed the album. I recognized it, but could not place the slow acid synth and bass guitar. I gulped the wine straight from the bottle as I tried to focus back and forth at them. I was pleasantly buzzed and hoping the alcohol would loosen me up.
The tension felt thick as a brick wall, even with my relaxation tactic. It was something I was entirely sure we three had never experienced before, and entirely unsure if I it was something I was just imagining. I studied Alice; her curves hiding under her tank top and jeans. The fabric hung perfectly on her petite frame.
Before I realized what I was doing, I pictured her nude, laying under me. A tingle spread throughout my body; from the very depths of my belly to the loose pucker of my lips. I wanted to taste her, make her scream out my name while I made her come with my tongue.
Her eyes, locked onto mine, stilled and went wide. Too late to take it back, I stood and met her in the middle of the room. She rested her hands on my hips as I tickled up her arms to her shoulders. She brushed her lips against mine.
"Three months really is too long, sugar," she whispered.
I didn't want to wait another second to feel her lips on mine. We attacked with fervor, hastily pawing one another. Our mouths explored, found, and elicited soft whimpers of want. I nearly sobbed when I pressed her body against my own. I was dizzy; overwhelmed with desire. I had never felt this completely out of control before. I pulled her to me roughly, unable to get her close enough.
"Alice," I hissed, as her mouth opened over the flesh of my neck. Her icy tongue laved slowly and I erupted into a shivering chill.
"Oh, shit," I heard Jasper groan. His voice barely registered through my haze. Alice pulled me to the floor and I felt four hands disrobe me. I arched into their hardness; two under my shoulder blades massaged and lifted me partially off the floor. The tinier pair stroked my stomach and hips. They lifted their way up the backs of my thighs, under my ass, raising my lower half. I planted my feet firmly on either side of her and thrust to meet her halfway. Again, my eyes rolled back into my head as her coolness permeated my skin. I turned my head and rested my cheek against the rough denim covering Jasper's inner thigh. I reached my arms above my head and wrapped them around his kneeling figure.
Alice's fingers and tongue had brought me to my edge. I braced myself, closing my hands firmly around the soles of Jasper's shoes.
"Alice!" I screamed, sure I was dreaming, floating, not of this world any longer. I could feel nothing except the torrid ecstasy that flooded my senses and struck my body with violent spasms. Jasper shifted and I saw his face, upside down and hovering over mine. He looked like a man in blissful agony; just trying to keep in control.
"Not yet, Jasper," I heard Alice pant, "You're just going to have to watch tonight."
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JPOV, present
When I stepped through the tree line and saw the glorious vision of my love, I swear that my dead heart swelled, lifting my chest to the heavens. Of course, I could sense that Alice and Bella were waiting for me. I could smell them from miles out; the perfume of my life lingering in the air, calling to me, welcoming me. My anticipation grew to enormous heights as I made my way through the clearing.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of my wife, who swiftly ran into my longing arms, taking away the dull ache that plagues me when she's absent; she made me whole. My warmth and burning fire, my Bella, stayed reluctantly on the porch. She radiated her adoration to me through her gushing smile. I felt her relief and excitement, along with a little fear, drown me. She could never have the good without the bad; it's just how she ticks.
The introductions went well. Five vampires creeping towards a human should, by all means, be terrifying. Bella just gave a simple greeting as her heartbeat gradually settled. Emmett broke the ice with a rather amusing joke. I knew Bella would laugh at the big lug. She and I cracked vamp jokes all the time, even though Alice feigned how tasteless they were. I gave Bella a little wink to personally address her, letting her know that I was just as happy as she was that I was home. I wanted to run to her, sweep her off her feet and plunge my tongue, still tasting of Alice's mouth, into hers.
Alice gripped my hand tighter and smiled. We knew that we weren't planning on divulging our complicated tryst right away. So this was all we could be, right now.
Bella quickly bounced into the house, beaming a welcoming demeanor, opening herself up to us as we settled into the sitting room. Alice and I sat near her, while the rest reserved themselves across the room. She was excited to hear of our travels. The intrigue that she exuded made me want to talk forever.
Emmett was having some difficulties with his attraction to Bella's chemistry. He was fighting admirably, but he was toeing the line. He chose to stand at the farthest point of the room behind his wife, occasionally showing his trepidations. I threw him a pointed glance, calming him as best I could. Bella felt some shame for making him feel uncomfortable, but she need not worry. Rosalie had him in check, like she always has.
I wanted to be with her, just as much as I needed to be with Alice. Now was not an appropriate time. I knew, however, the rest of the family wanted to get cleaned up from our travels and reacquainted with the house and grounds. Esme excused herself first, citing that she wanted to work on redecorating her and Carlisle's room. Rosalie and Emmett made some silly excuse about a shower, but I think we all knew what they would be up to. Alice stood from my lap and tightly squeezed my hand.
I wanted nothing more than to bask in the love and adoration of my wife and our flame. Bella nodded her head to us in a sweet gesture, giving Alice and I time to be together. As we ascended the stairs to our room, I could feel the loneliness engulfing her on the main floor. It felt almost wrong not to have her with us tonight.
"Mmm, Jasper. I think you missed a spot," Alice purred, as her smooth naked body slid across mine.
She slung her leg over my hip, grazing my longing cock with her wet sex. She was straddling me, looking glorious in the moonlight. The hint of blue cast on her skin made her look like a Goddess prepared to conquer me, again. I let our lust fill the empty spaces between us and quirked my brow at her. As I gripped her girlish curves in my hands, grinding up into her, her cold fire burned me to cinders. She was insatiable, savoring every rub, tug, push, and pull.
"Never leave me again, cowboy," she whispered as she writhed on top of me, the tip of my cock wavering at her entrance. Her voice seemed so raw, so needy. She overwhelmed me with her feral lusting, driving me to tighten it around us. My straining length hardened and twitched, anticipating being inside her. I reached my hand to her angelic face, lightly sweeping the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. She ghosted her tongue out, licking and then gently sucking it into her delicate mouth. She grazed her teeth on my digit and swirled her tongue around the tip as she released me.
"Fuck, Alice," I hissed at her, wanting her to surround me, making us one entity. She slid me inside her slowly, rocking our bodies together, reveling in the feeling of every part of us connecting. I loved how her tiny body made room for me and held me like a vice. Digging my fingers into her glorious ass, I slid out from base to tip and plunged right back into her. She moaned my name over and over, her violins humming in the air.
"I missed you, baby." She leaned her chest into mine and breathed into my ear. Mine were as deep and rapid as hers. The anticipation of climax burned under my skin, as our rhythm increased steadily. I felt her begin to tremble and clench. She rode out her orgasm, milking my throbbing erection inside of her.
I began chanting her name as the pressure in my groin was building and spilled into her as I clutched her to me, growls rumbling from deep inside. I swept sweet kisses from her chest to her chin. When I reached her mouth I was graced with the smile that would set my damned soul free.
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I prowled the empty hallways, looking for Bella. I knew she was still awake, Alice had confirmed it. I found her in the library, alone and ruing, surrounded by a wall of determination. Excitement cranked through me as she greeted me and invited me to sit with her. We seemed to spend a lot of time together in the library. I smiled and tucked her into my side.
How the fuck am I supposed to let her go? I could hardly bear to be apart from her. The thought made me sick. I could stay wrapped in and around her for eternity. Her warmth seeped into me and seemed to numb my pain, ease my fear.
Her defiance gave way to her worry as she tried to blame herself for all that was happening. She couldn't have been more wrong if she tried. She had to know. I had to tell her that she was the best thing that had ever happened to Alice and me. I suppose we never spent enough time with her, just talking. She had no idea how far we would go to fight for her. I, myself, would walk to the ends of this Earth to ensure she remained safe and happy; even if that meant she wasn't with us. I couldn't fathom a life without her, but if Alice's visions were accurate, there would be a time when she was not ours anymore.
I looked down at her, to where our bodies pressed together. The crypt in my chest, where my silent heart lies, stirred with such force that it trumped my senses. I could barely breathe, hardly concentrate. I pushed her hips into the cushion, wanting more contact.
Tears of laughter and love, streamed from her dark eyes, over her pink cheeks and tucked underneath, tickling her neck. I watched them caress her skin, envious of their proximity, nearly unable to resist the urge to feel her wet skin under my tongue. She spoke and I refocused on her. When she asked so nicely, I could not stop myself tasting them. Her skin was fire on my tongue and I was lost again, following the trail of salt to her hot mouth. Her name left my lips as she raised herself into me. I held her close, letting a growl slip out. I told her how much I loved her, wanted her— right here, right now. Witnesses be damned.
I removed her clothes slowly then stood to remove my own. She lay so gloriously still, so warm. She flushed and beamed with the purest, most unconditional love in existence. I could take no more and I cracked, sobbing, terrified that this might be the last I would spend of this time with Bella. Her fingers coaxed and calmed me, telling me that she was going nowhere, wanted nothing other than us here, now and forever. She wouldn't change one thing, didn't regret anything, and would stand for nothing less than this; nothing less than us.
I sent that beauty back to her. She needed to hear that I felt the same. I wanted it tattooed on my skin, carved into the very mountain side. So I opened up and told her exactly what she meant to me.
"It's all worth it, Bella," I said quietly, sucking in a deep breath, "Everything has been worth it, to have you like I do."
Sometime around dawn, I walked Bella to her room. I watched her close herself in and I stayed right there, staring at her door, long after she had fallen asleep. For hours I leaned against the wall, trying to come up with some plan, some contingency. I had never looked less forward to seeing my family. Bella was right? today would change everything. It made no sense. Alice wouldn't go into detail about her prediction, saying that she saw too many outcomes for any single one to be taken more seriously than another.
I was already angry, though I couldn't be sure why or who at. I assumed Edward was the catalyst. He was the only wild card. I had no idea in what capacity he would factor in, but I wondered if Bella was going to fall in love with him, or if he was going want her. How badly he would want her and what he would do to get her were variables that I had no control over.
Edward was very successful in his pursuits; he had never lost something he was after. Tanya, Kate, Irina, and countless other creatures, human and non human alike, were but a tally of conquests; souvenirs of battles won.
His only predilection, only real desire, was the attention he got from his arrogant and selfish whoring. His indiscriminate coupling worried me now that he would be near humans again. I didn't fear him killing anyone, just his propensity to take advantage. I had to choke back the venom rising in my throat when I thought of him anywhere near Bella. He would make short work of her? if we let him. She was strong, stronger than she appeared, but vampires were cunning. If he decided to have her, he would stop at nothing to get her.
Alice walked silently from around the corner. She had a sad smile on her face. I didn't want to alarm or worry her any more than she already was, but the agony rolling off of me was too torrential to reign in.
She frowned and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Why do I feel like I'm losing her? Our lover, friend, sister? How can she be these things to us?" I asked her, the wall, anything that would listen.
She pulled me away from Bella's door, pushing me gently down the hallway, toward the stairs.
"We won't know anything until tonight, Jasper. She'll always be here. That much has never changed," she said as we descended the stairs. Her words were of little comfort lately. They were too ambiguous, too fragile. She always appeared to want to say more, yet seemed as if the words themselves would shatter us if she said them aloud.
"What are you seeing now?" I asked, not sure she would even humor me with past visions.
We were irrevocably changed and now the only warmth and light in our dark world was in danger of being lost. I wished there was a place to take her, keep her forever out of harm's way, out of Edward's path. I could take her right now, asleep or not, and keep her safe; he would never even lay eyes on her.
"Ugh, you're so dramatic, baby. Relax," Alice plied, rubbing circles on my chest as we entered the kitchen. "I see her in the forest, still, like I said before. Then I see her in the safe room with you. She looks okay, but I can tell that something happened.
Emmett, Rose, and Esme were just coming in the back door. Thankfully, they had left to hunt shortly before I met Bella in the library, but they caught the tail end of what Alice said.
"Who looks okay? What's happened?" Emmett asked, not hiding his curiosity. Esme and Rose didn't avoid the subject, either. They simply stood near the counter, looking at us.
"Are you talking about Bella?" Esme asked Alice.
We hadn't discussed telling the family about Alice's visions concerning Bella and I wasn't sure that they really needed to know.
"It's nothing, really," Alice piped up before I could put an end to the questions, "I've had a few interesting visions about everyone coming home that involve Bella. It's really nothing to be worried about."
Alice turned and exited the kitchen. I followed, leaving the suspicious faces of my family behind me.
I hadn't had enough of her, or Alice, in the last ten hours. Alice was tender and then wild all at the same time. Losing control with her was natural, invigorating, fulfilling. I couldn't deny that the sweetness, the control and struggle for power that I had with Bella was any less exhilarating. My mind was drowning in anticipation of finally having them both with me properly, covering them with wet kisses and soft passionate touches.
Alice turned to me as we made our way back to the house after a quick hunt. She smiled and I felt the want that she radiated hit me in my very favorite places.
"Let's get that delicious little idea started, baby. We can wake Bella in a few hours."
Once the entire family were here with us and settled in, Alice and I planned on telling them about our relationship. We realized how odd our connection with Bella seemed, but we refused to lose her. Somehow our happiness rested in her presence. The world changed for us when we found her and she let us in. There would be no going back without feeling a horrifying loss. The family would just have to accept it or ignore us, letting us live in peace.
The shower was spraying hot water from angles all around. I watched as a collective stream of water made a path down Alice's neck, across her structured shoulders, and then down her back until it cascaded off her round ass. If I were a drop of water, that's exactly the path that I'd take too. We were washing each other; lather, rinse, rub, and repeat, until Alice stilled. Gripping aggressively to my upper arms, her eyes glazed over as a vision revealed itself to her.
"Jasper! Bella... Edward is too close... she's out in the trails going for a run." She gasped as she squeezed my arms so tightly I winced. "Go now! Or we're going to bury her. Help her, get her to the safe room!" she yelled.
I sped to pull on pants and scrambled to the window. I jumped, landing and running toward the wood silently. I scanned the air for their scents. Each second that passed seemed like an hour.
Her trail was easy to follow. The scent that once haunted me was now leading me to her salvation. Then, I saw them. Edward had her delicate body pinned to a tree trunk. My memory flickered back to the van incident. Bella's body had shut down completely; no fight or self preservation evident in or around her.
Carlisle was a few yards off, yelling for Edward to stop. Bella was still and quiet. She was shocked to her core, but still very much alive. Her heart beat with ferocity as fear and loss emanated through her. She had to think that this was her end. I couldn't dwell on that feeling. I didn't have time.
"Bella, say something, anything, fucking scream!" I roared as I barreled toward them, "Edward!" I screamed.
"Back off! You're hurting her! Let her go! Do you fucking hear me?" I was yelling with every ounce of my being, from my mouth and mind, unable to control any of it. I was driving my body at full force trying to get to Bella. The family was right behind me, running at inhuman speed. We were all screaming now, pleading for Edward to hear us and let her go. I saw Edward's reluctance for a split second. He realized what he was doing and his resolve wavered just enough for him to force her limp body away.
Just as Carlisle seized Edward's shoulders, Emmett collided with them, severing Bella from her threat and carrying him away. Alice followed them to the river. I knew that I had to take Bella way from him. Emmett restrained Edward so he couldn't pounce and attack again. I met Bella's eyes just as they began to flutter. Terror and regret shot from them as she passed out, overloaded with fear. I caught her in my arms before she slipped further and hit the ground.
"Bella, I've got you. I've got you, you're safe," I repeated to her as I cradled her numb body in my arms.
I turned my head to look for Edward. My thoughts raged at him as I spied his face, hidden slightly under Emmett's large frame. I could not contain the anger and fear that I was throwing into the atmosphere. If I didn't have to make sure that she was safe, I would've torn him to pieces. It would've taken hours to put him back together.
Carlisle was behind me, feeling my rage. "Jasper, calm down so we can help. Please, son."
"Carlisle, can you follow us and make sure she'll be okay? We're going to the tower." I looked over my shoulder. He just nodded and followed me inside.
The entire way I called to her, desperate for her to awaken from the shock. Fortunately, Bella wasn't bleeding. Her blood, once my strongest desire, now transcended that longing and brought out only concern for her safety and well being.
We made it into the safe room and I laid her limp body down on the newly made bed. She cringed and jolted from pain as I settled her head and shoulders onto the pillows. A thick piece of her chestnut hair covered her beautiful face. I gently swept the obtrusive strands away, longing for those shiny orbs to open and find me at her side.
Carlisle, a man I gave my highest respect to, swiftly grabbed a few supplies on his way up to the safe room. His demeanor was apologetic and concerned as he approached us, but his expression remained calm as he looked upon my pain ridden face. I felt like I couldn't breathe, even though I never needed to. Bella was in danger because of what we are.
"May I assess her, Jasper?" He moved slowly towards me, gesturing for me to give him space. I simply nodded my head and let my cold, dead, helpless hands slip from her cheek. I watched closely as he ghosted his hands about her body. His touches were so soft and gentle, but definite in purpose. He'd sweep his cold hand across a section and then return with a little pressure. Over and over, he would go through this tedious process, never uttering how bad the damage was or could be. It was trying on my patience, which was already paper thin after Edward's foolish attack.
"Bella tends to faint when put in life threatening situations," I blurted, needing some sort of spoken communication. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at me with an inquisitive expression. I realized now that I would have more to explain now than if I would have just kept my mouth shut.
"There have been a few situations in the past..." I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want him to know, quite yet, how she elicited danger at every turn. Carlisle completed the exam, turned to me with a comforting smile and placed his caring hand on the top of my shoulder.
"She'll get through this just fine," he assured me. "She's a very lucky young lady, considering the trauma that could have ensued. Her shoulder is dislocated. I'm going to have to adjust it. It will be most painful, but it is best to do it now, especially considering that she is unconscious."
As angry as I was, the rage just would not take over. I was too concerned about Bella. I whimpered like a child as Carlisle gestured for me to hold her.
"Not too tightly, Jasper," he said, placing one hand under her arm and the other vertical, on her bicep.
"I know," I spoke harshly, offended that he would think I didn't know how to hold Bella.
"You might want to keep her down, as well," he said softly, looking into my eyes. I felt his confusion and curiosity. He smiled thinly, adding, "It would be very painful... for us all, I believe... if she were to wake now."
Carlisle was a very intuitive man. Something about my actions had triggered his suspicion and I was fairly certain that he knew exactly what was going on between Bella and me.
I concentrated on her, on keeping her unconscious. I tried to localize to her only, so as not to affect Carlisle, as well.
His movements were so swift that the pop of the ball joint reuniting with the socket of her shoulder barely made a sound.
I glanced at him and he smiled again? genuine and warm, giving nothing but affection and acceptance.
"There," he said, "all set. It will be sore and weak for a few weeks, perhaps, but she will be perfectly fine. I do believe that she also has some rib damage. A simple sling and the time to heal is all she needs. An ice pack and some ibuprofen should minimize the pain and swelling. I'll get a sling for her to use tomorrow morning.
"When she wakes, please tell her how sorry we are. She sort of… took us by surprise?" He now felt sorrow and guilt for not being able to stop Edward.
"I will Carlisle, thank you, and welcome home," I said, trying to sound sincere and to smile through my panic.
He laughed silently. "You're welcome and I'm glad to be back."
My teeth were clenched so tightly that they could have shattered. He left the room only to return with some medicine and a few ice packs and towels. I nodded my head and thanked him for his help as he turned around and exited again.
It would do absolutely no good to find Edward and burn him to the ground, but the idea had been oozing around in my mind. Bella was pale and clammy. Her hair stuck out in all directions and the bruising around her injury was accumulating. At that moment, she couldn't have been more beautiful or precious to me. She had been in worse shape in the past, but this time her humanity hung in the balance because of what lies beneath each of us? the beings she entrusted her life with on a daily basis. Our world had just come crashing down on us, buckled under the weight of one of our own. I wondered if anyone was strong enough to be defiant to her call.
I was confused and livid. Edward had lost almost all control. I had never even seen him falter at a humans scent. If Emmett and I could restrain, why couldn't he? He's fared much better at this lifestyle than I.
Bella stirred. Pain and fear surged through us again. It didn't matter the reason, Edward would not touch her again. Alice had seen him and Bella together one day, but I'm sure that his actions had changed that course. I would protect her. I would keep her safe from him at all costs.
I sat next to Bella for about thirty minutes, watching her chest rise and fall with each life-filled breath, before she began to stir from unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned, trying to prop herself to sit up. By her restricted movements, she was realizing that she had been injured. Wincing in pain and gasping for air she panicked, "Jasper. Oh my God, what the fuck?"
"Bells," I whispered, "don't try to move. You have bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder." I placed my palms flat on her lower abdomen and held her to the bed, trying to keep her still. Her eyes widened as everything that had happened in the forest came flooding back to her. I winced, but she reined it in.
"Shit! Am I bleeding? Did he bite me? Ow, my shoulder." She grimaced in pain as she instinctively reached for her throat. Profanities began to roll off her tongue. I released the stale air that had been still in my lungs since the second she recalled the horror of being in Edward's snare.
"Just hold still, Bells." I chuckled at her reaction. "Let me take care of you. There's no blood, no bite. Here, take these pills and place this ice pack on your shoulder." I handed her the items and quickly ran to get her some water. I was back before she even put the ice pack to her bruised body.
After absorbing all of the events that took place, she relaxed. Her breathing wasn't labored and her heartbeat was normal. We sat in silence for a while. Her tiny delicate hands were engulfed by mine as I slid my thumbs across her silky skin. I couldn't leave her. I was desperate to keep her safe. I closed my eyes as she rested beside me, leaning her warm body into mine.
I wanted to kill Edward, but I couldn't leave her alone.
"Jasper," she broke the silence, "please help me feel something else. The pain is too intense."
"Sure, Bells. Do you want to sleep?" I placed her hands in her lap and wiggled my fingers at her. She smiled and shook her head. I saw that mischievous smile and the burning in her eyes. She wanted a distraction. Her sexual tension crept up and built its way through my body. I stared at her, not believing that she would want this now.
"Bella, everyone around can hear us, remember? Are you sure?" I looked into her dark eyes and lost my resolve as she nodded her head this time, slowly and with intent. I felt her excitement and lust. The adrenaline pumping through her body changed her scent, making it stronger; it took possession of me.
She swiped her wet, pink tongue slowly across her bottom lip. That gesture alone made me suppress all other thoughts or feelings. I leaned in close, sliding my tongue out to her and tasting the savory saliva from her pouting lip. She started to groan her satisfaction, but I put my finger to her wet lips.
"Shhh." I gestured. She licked my finger and sucked it into her mouth. Wet fire surrounded it. Her lithe tongue twirled around it, making my head spin at the feeling. The heat of her excitement made me stiff and wanting. She bit down on my finger then released it with a wet kiss. Guttural growls rumbled through my chest.
I turned my long hard body toward her and reached my hands to her heart shaped face, cupping her cheeks. I leaned my face down to her and slid my tongue across her mouth again. She opened up to me and I plunged my tongue into her, fighting for control over the kiss. Her aggression was no surprise as she twirled her tongue around mine, making my body react instinctively. My venom trickled into her mouth. My want swelled everything inside me. She broke the kiss off and looked at me with her eyes wide. She was gulping down air, trying to contemplate her reaction.
"It tingles," she whispered to me as she brought her hand to her parted lips, a small smile spread over them.
"I'm sorry. Surely you've noticed that it desensitizes?" I asked, slightly wary.
"I have." She smiled and brought her right hand to my face. "I just don't think I've ever had so much from your mouth at one time."
I shivered and twitched at her words. Her hooded eyes and swollen lips pled with me to continue and I could not deny them. I kissed her softly and slowly, taking my time to simmer in her taste.
I slipped my hands into the waistband of her sweat pants and pulled them down her legs, taking her panties off with them. Crawling up and over her body, I nudged her legs apart with my own.
"Jasper," she said breathlessly, touching my cheek with the palm of her uninjured arm. I turned my head and kissed it before I lowered myself to the bed. She raised her legs just enough to rest her thighs on my shoulders, giving me an unobstructed view of her bare pussy. Her fleshy skin was soft and hot on my face and ears.
I groaned as I inhaled her musk and lightly licked a path up and down either side of her slit. Her wetness seeped out and each drop that invaded my mouth also assaulted my body and I felt as if we were floating; free and weightless in our lust.
"Bella," I whispered, barely touching her slit with my lips and tongue. She jerked and moaned, burying her hand in my hair.
"There is nowhere else," I said, nudging her clit lightly with my tongue. "I'd rather be..." I brought one finger to her entrance and circled it, only dipping in to my first knuckle. She gasped and boomed lust like cannon fire.
She was soaking wet and I was desperate to drink what she was producing for me, but this was a game of distraction. I wasn't about to let her down.
I licked again, sliding my finger another inch inside her. "Than between..." I withdrew and brought another finger to the fold of her body. I closed my lips around her swollen nerves and kissed once, vulgarly, as if it were her gaping, wanton mouth. She groaned and raised her hips to me in offering. She would come the second I performed both acts at once. I hoped Alice was aware of what we were doing, because nothing, no one, was going to keep me from making her come in my mouth.
I hovered millimeters above her pink skin, dipping my tongue into her and never taking the tips of my fingers away from her entrance. Her wetness coated my hand and I looked forward to experiencing the flavor, later. I kissed her, closed-mouthed and slowly.
"Your hot..." I slipped farther inside. "Glorious..." I licked swift, firm circles on her clit. "Legs." I whispered in full contact with her firm, reddened skin. She thrust her hips and I slipped my fingers fully inside her, feverishly working her clit with my tongue. She cried out as I withdrew, but I returned smoothly, firmly, hitting as deeply as I could.
She stiffened immediately, clamping her legs around my head as her pussy clenched around my fingers. I ground myself into the bed, too fucking turned on to help it.
"Fuck," she growled, unable to make any other sounds. Tensing, she came like thunder around me. Her body flew at me. She sat, possessed or pulled by my invading fingers and my soft, orbiting mouth. I wrapped my arm around her bottom and held her to me, not slowing and not increasing my speed.
"Jasper," she panted, still clenching as she came. She rode me hard, twisting and jerking silently into my body. I lessened the push and pull slightly, bringing her down a bit.
"It's too much, Jasper," she whispered.
So I slowed to a snails pace, gently coaxing her onto her back again. I pulled my fingers out and placed one last kiss on her clit. She whimpered, pleading as I lay next to her. She needed me close. I wrapped her gently in my arms
"Holy hell," she whispered into my neck, placing a small kiss on my skin. "Your turn?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I said, although there was nowhere now, that I would rather be, than between her hot, glorious legs fucking her senseless. I smiled and kissed her forehead.
"You might think you're fine," she snickered, "but the little monster..." She pushed her hip into my groin, rubbing herself against my cock. "Thinks differently."
"Bella," I sighed. She had no idea the guilt I already felt for being so intimate with her while she was injured.
"It's not the best idea. I won't be able to be gentle enough." I stroked her face and hair, warring with my cock, as it seemed to try to escape the confines of my Levi's of its own volition.
"I don't think it's gonna take you that long, baby. I'll be fine," she said, opening her burning little mouth on my neck and sucking powerfully. She pressed her hip into me again and I lost the will and resolve that I had held so tenuously to begin with.
I was released and inside her in seconds. She gasped and giggled, happy that she had gotten her way. That laughter soon turned into a feral pant as I pressed slowly into her. Restraint surely etched upon my face, I was as gentle as I could be. She was right. I didn't take long at all.
Bella came again and her hot squeezing shattered me. I exploded quietly, every muscle and tendon in my body taut. Slowing, Bella stroked my face, clearing the hair from my eyes.
"See, love?" She smiled. "Now, we both feel better."
I tucked myself back into my jeans and redressed Bella. She lifted her body and laughed quietly as I tickled the sweat pants up her legs. I sighed as I lay next to her.
"Thank you, Bella. I do feel much better."
Her whole existence was something to savor. After a while of kissing and cuddling, Bella seemed to calm down and let her exhaustion seep in. I sat with my back to the headboard and gently helped her to lay on her right side, her head resting on my thigh. I was brushing stray hairs from her angelic face trying not to wonder how Edward was to be dealt with. Before slumber came over Bella, she jerked and took a sharp breath.
"Jasper, please don't leave me alone." Her voice was a soft mumble, but her fear and loneliness made me stay and comfort her.
"Sleep, Bells, I'm not going anywhere," I whispered to her. I wasn't sure if she heard me or not, but her body relaxed and drifted swiftly into slumber. For the rest of the night I stayed with her, rubbing random patterns onto her back and listening to the symphony of her life in my lap.
Remember, I want your words, please. Much love. xo