Seattle Nights

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, all I own is the plot and a few original characters.

Chapter Ten (written by PuzzlingApprentice – original author.)

(Bella's Point of View)

It had been forever since a vampire had last driven my truck. I couldn't help but to chuckle when it made a slight wheezing noise as he started to reach sixty miles an hour. Vampires were more accustomed to a faster speed than my old hunk of metal could handle and they always seemed to want to push its limits. I didn't really care; the faster Jasper drove the faster I would arrive at Charlie's.

"How long has it been since you've been back here?" Jasper asked as he allowed the truck to slow to fifty where it was more capable of driving without the risk of falling to pieces.

"A few months," My foot started tapping rapidly against the ground, a habit I picked up when I was being impatient. Jasper reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, stilling the movement and squeezing slightly. I gasped as I felt flames ignite within my skin and heat pool between my thighs at the simple touch.

"Darlin', if ya don't calm down you're gonna get me as wound up as you are." Jasper's voice was gruff as he said this, and I had a feeling he was talking about more than just my anticipation. I could see his eyes darkening slightly and I took a deep breath, trying to reign in my excited emotions of more than one kind.

A few moments later, before I had to think up a response, we pulled up to the house. Out of impulse, I turned towards the vampire who drove me home and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself to him in a hug seeing as how he was much too strong for me to be able to pull him to me.

"Thank you for keeping them from fighting," I whispered against his chest, referring to Peter, Char, and the wolves. I was amazed at his strength, his speed, and his skill but I was sure it had to do with his past and I wasn't ready to start that conversation yet. I knew that if I asked him to delve in to such a personal subject, then I would have to do the same. I wasn't willing to do that quite yet; I didn't want him to feel guilty when it wasn't his fault and I didn't want anyone's pity, either. "I don't know what I would have done if anyone got hurt because of me."

Jasper splayed his large hands over my hips and with one swift tugging motion I suddenly was in his lap, straddling him. I gasped at our close proximity as heat shot to my center. Jasper pulled me softly against his chest and I nearly moaned at the tingling sensation his every touch elicited. Excitement coursed through my body and it most certainly had nothing to do with being outside my father's house; in fact, I suddenly wanted to be anywhere else. I had never felt such need to be with a man before. His eyes were a pitch black vortex, swirling erratically, and I watched as they flickered from my eyes to my lips and back again.

I licked my lips in anticipation, remembering the teasing brush of his lips to the corner of my mouth earlier that day. What would he taste like? Would his lips be gentle or rough against mine? Would it be chaste or deep and passionate? I was betting on the latter, everything about this man screamed passion and sex. I wondered if I should have been scared, but I just couldn't quite bring myself to care as much as I likely should have.

I watched with rapt attention as he began his slow descent to my lips, watching my eyes for any sign of refusal. He would find none. I felt as his thumbs slipped just past the hem of my shirt and traced along my hip. His skin had a surprising rough quality, as though his hands had been extremely calloused with work during his human days and the change had not gotten rid of all the remnants. It made the feeling even more erotic.

Finally his lips were on mine and I gasped slightly as a shiver of pure desire rolled down my back. He took advantage and allowed his tongue to pass through and enter my mouth. I moaned softly at the feeling, his cool tongue stroking mine and bringing it to life. Our tongues danced and I felt as my fingers curled in to his soft, chin length, wavy blond hair and tugged roughly. I felt him smirk in to the kiss and suck my bottom lip between his teeth; he tugged softly, careful not to break the skin.

His right hand slowly trailed itself up my shirt, stopping just below my breast. His delicious thumb traced just underneath the bottom edge of my bra before finally palming me over the fabric. I was a little irritated that the undergarment was still in the way, wanting to know if the rest of his hand was just as rough as his thumb. It was so irregular for a vampire not to be perfect that I found myself craving that aspect of him even more. I gasped when I felt him gently tweak my nipple through the material.

Pure heat rushed through my core and I couldn't help but to buck my hips against him, craving friction as my arousal rose. He groaned at my action and suddenly I felt the hand that remained at my hip tighten slightly. He readjusted me and suddenly I felt his large member rubbing against my sex through both layers of denim separating us. I moaned loudly and threw my head back, needing air as I was overcome with the pleasure that little bit of friction brought with it.

I was panting hard, my chest rising and falling erratically as I continued to grind down into him. He pressed his lips to where my neck met my shoulder in an open mouth kiss, sucking slightly. He growled as I kept adding pressure to where our cores were connected and I gasped as it vibrated through me, my panties getting more moist by the second. He nipped down my neck and soothed the marks with his cool tongue. I groaned, needing more of him.

He seemed to agree as soon I felt his left hand making its way to the buttons on my jeans while his right hand continued to massage my breast. Sheer exhilaration coursed through my veins at the idea of being with Jasper so intimately. He pulled away from my neck to look me deeply in the eyes. His were black fire, dancing with lust and I was sure the same emotion was shining bright in my own eyes. A smirk formed on his lips and I felt as he popped the button on my jeans.

A knock sounded on the door to my truck and my eyes popped wide as I was broken out of the lust filled bubble that had formed around us. Somehow I had forgotten where we were and that while the road wasn't a busy one and the rain obstructed any view of the inside of my truck, we certainly were not in private. Neither of us jumped away from each other like we likely should have, though. The only movement made was Jasper's hands moving back to my hips as opposed to my breast and my jeans. It was as though some invisible force left us glued together, quite literally attached at the hip.

Jasper growled again, this time out of annoyance instead of lust. I preferred the latter.

As another knock sounded, Jasper finally reacted. He pulled me closer to his chest before turning slightly so that he was facing more towards the window. He shifted me so that I managed to remain on his lap while still being hidden by his broad shoulder. He was hiding me from the intruder, protecting me. Finally Jasper rolled down the window and Peter came face to face with the glares of both Jasper and I— though I had to strain my neck slightly in order to see around him.

"Well, lookie here. Major, her glare's just as ferocious as yours!" Peter hooted with a loud laugh, but my mind snagged on what he called Jasper. Why had Pete called Jasper Major? Jasper growled at him, obviously not liking being interrupted.

Peter raised his hands in a sign of surrender and took a step back from the truck.

"Hey, now don't go givin' me that look. Sweet Pea's Daddy is gonna notice Bella's truck here in about a minute and a half. When she doesn't come in, he's gonna come out. If I hadn't stopped ya'll now, what d'ya think Papa Bear woulda' walked in on?" Peter was smirking by the end of his little speech, no doubt pleased with himself for saving us from that awful situation.

Jasper sighed as Peter turned and walked back to the tree line, likely to reunite with Charlotte. I was still in his lap when I heard a noise close to the house and my head snapped in its direction— I noticed that Jasper had already turned to face it. Charlie had just opened the front door and was peering out curiously. Luckily, it was down pouring rather hard, even for Forks. He stayed under the safety of the roof; at least, for now. I scurried, grabbing my bag and about to jump out of the door when I felt Jasper grab my hips and pull me back to him. I yelped quietly, not expecting the action.

"Calm down, Darlin'," Jasper whispered against my neck, my back to his chest. "Charlie can't see us through the rain." I sighed quietly in relief, not knowing how I would have explained the presence of a Cullen to my father when he had watched me fall apart at their departure.

"Good, then I should get going before he decides to investigate." I muttered impatiently. He was a cop, he would and likely sooner rather than later.

"Think about what you were about to do, Isabella." Jasper whispered against my skin, his lips just barely brushing my neck and making me shiver with want. Usually I hated the used of my full name, but upon hearing it fall from his lips I felt heat flooding the space between my legs with a vengeance. It made me want to curl into him and never leave—perhaps offer myself up to him on a platter. "You were about to jump out of the passenger side door."

I nodded my head dumbly. I was a little lost in the very essence of Jasper and unwilling to bring myself back to reality.

"Don't ya think your Daddy woulda' been a bit suspicious as to who was drivin' if you got out of the passenger door instead of the driver's side door?"

I finally pulled myself to the surface and looked past the sensation of his lips on my neck to absorb the actual meaning of his words. I couldn't help but to laugh lightly, because he was right. I was so lost in our activities that I wasn't even thinking straight, and sadly I could no longer chalk it up to exhaustion. I turned in his lap so that I was back to straddling him again, careful not to let myself brush him in such an intimate manner with the possibility of being walked in on lurking off to the side.

"Look, I'm only human. How can I be expected to think straight with the likes of you sitting in my truck?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound as though I were truly agitated. I knew he would see through it, being an empath and all. However, that didn't make the idea of messing with him any less appealing.

I watched as he tried to decipher what I had meant by that, obviously not knowing if it was a compliment or an insult. He frowned though he didn't look offended. I supposed it could be taken either way depending on just what it was keeping me so distracted. But looking back on our activities of just moment ago, it shouldn't have been too hard to figure out.

I threw him a wink and a grin, restraining myself against a kiss on the cheek knowing that if I did I would never leave the cab of my truck. I opened the driver's side door and climbed over him before slamming the door shut behind me. I knew that he would sneak to the tree line as soon as Charlie had disappeared inside the house.

Finally I came in to view of my father. "Bells! What took you so long in there? Trying to make me dinner without a stove?" He shouted over to me with a rough laugh.

I grinned at him, making my way to the front door and squinting through the rain. "Hey, if I had been, you would've eaten it and you would've liked it!" I replied in kind with a snigger of my own.

When I reached him he wrapped me in a warm hug, making me drop my bag as I reached around and patted his back.

"You're probably right on the money there," He grinned down at me, giving me another squeeze. I smiled right on back, I had missed my father even more than I realized.

One stray thought lingered in the back of my mind as I felt Jasper's eyes on me from the truck: Why was I suddenly feeling so attracted to Jasper, when I had never felt that way in my time with the Cullens?

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A/N: Am I a bitch for teasing you just a bit? I'm sorry, but I refuse to have their first time in a car. Don't hate me, but even if you do, I'll still love you anyway. It's one of those 'kill them with kindess' type deals ;)

Please leave a review and let me know what you think of the almost-smut I stuffed in this chapter. I would love to know what you think :)

If sex is called a lemon, would that be considered a grape?

Alright everyone, this is the last chapter of PuzzlingApprentice's chapters. From now on they are my own chapters. At this point I only have two chapters written. For now, until I have more time to write I'll be posting once a week. I'm working two jobs, and a beta to three stories, as well as writing two stories. Right now, there is so much drama going on with my other story that I just can't stop or even slow it down. Also, I have been getting a lot more reviews for that story than this one. I understand that its mostly because most of the readers for this one have already read these chapters, and will most likely pick up once my own chapters have started. I promise there is much drama coming starting with the next chapter, and that's before any fighting with newborns starts. Please try to be patient with me in updating this story, I want to do my very best with it, and I can't do that if I'm tired. I'll try to post at least once a week.