Disclaimer: Bella's gonna get her kicks…toooooooniiiiiiiight.

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Seeing Bella step off the plane filled me with excitement and anxiety. Her skin was darkened to a light ivory shade; dark enough to be realistic, but not obviously fake. I stood at the arrival gate, both hands tucked into my jean pockets as I reflected on my plan one last time while Bella navigated the clutch of people reuniting with friends and family. She spotted me as she broke free from the group, a small smile crossing her lips, which I returned. I opened my arms, and she stepped into them, embracing me lightly, standing on tip-toe to plant a quick kiss lightly on my mouth. I took her duffle bag from her, catching her hand in mine. Giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, I leaned down and kissed her again, before leading her out to the car, chatting about the plane trip, the Cullens, save Edward, of course. Despite reassuring her more than once, it was still a topic to be treaded lightly about.

The ride from L.A.X. to my neighborhood was a quiet trip. Bella was unnaturally subdued; instead of her usual sarcastic or innuendo-laced comments, she was quiet, and spoke only when I talked to her. Her mood ranged from euphoric to anxious, as she fiddled with my iPod, changing the song continuously. Reaching over, I patted her knee, and she looked up at me through a curtain of hair.

I pushed her bangs back, tucking the loose strands over her ear, smiling. "Bella, cheer up." She shot me a look, and opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off . "Don't tell me you're not upset. There's no reason to be; like I said, I'm not upset about what happened with Edward. Really." Bella raised her head to meet my eye, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. I smiled back reassuringly; it was true. I wasn't upset, but I did have something planned for her.

"C'mon. Like Edward is a threat. Once you go Jasper, you never go back." I said, and her amusement spiked.

"Except for Alice. Alice went back." Bella threw out, and I flinched playfully. "Ooh, burn." She snickered.

"Freezer burn." I agreed, and Bella smiled brightly, anxiety fading away. "There we go. Now, are you hungry? Cause we can stop at one of these roadside stands, pick up a human. Or a butcher, pick up a nice slab of raw meat for you to suck the blood out of, whatever floats your—hey!" I cried, as she punched my arm. She smiled at me, turning back to the window, and I reached over, giving her knee a gentle squeeze, before focusing on the road. As far as Bella was concerned, everything was just fine between us; looks like everything was going perfectly.

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Bella tossed her bag onto the floor unceremoniously once we were in the house, sighing softly. I pulled her into my arms, pressing a kiss against her temple.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" I asked, and she twisted in my arms, frowning slightly. She touched a hand to her face, and then held her fingertips out to me. They were smudged in concealer, just a shade darker than her own skin.

"This stuff is disgusting. How do you wear it on a daily basis?" She scowled, pressing at her cheek. "I feel like I'm wearing a mask." I smirked; knowing how she felt all too well. Wearing it was a pain in the rear, but it made adapting much easier.

"You get used to it, eventually." Bella wrinkled her nose, and pressed her fingers to her skin again. She stepped back and I released her from my arms.

"Well, maybe you do, but I'm going to take a shower." She sniffed, picking up her bag and walking up the stairs.

Bingo. Game time.

I waited patiently, counting to ten, and when I heard my bedroom door open, I darted up the stairs, stepping into the room just as Bella slipped out of her jeans, leaving her in nothing but a pair of underwear. She glanced over her shoulder, and our eyes met. I arched an eyebrow and grinned at her. A smile tugged at her lips, before she tried to dart into the bathroom. Unfortunately for her, the door was closed and I was faster than her. Pinning her against the door with my hips, I brought my arms up to rest a hand against the door on both sides of her head, cutting off an escape route. Using my knee, I nudged her legs open slightly, pressing myself against her thigh.

"Jazz, what are you doing?" She whispered, and I smirked.

"Well, I figure I need to show you what a real man can do." I drawled lazily, bringing one hand from the door to rest on her waist. "I'm not mad, but I figure you could use a little bit of a refresher course on why Jasper's the best." I lowered my head to hers as she caught her lip between her teeth. She exhaled, and I closed my eyes as her sweet breath washed across my face, assaulting my senses and turning me on. My dick throbbed in my pants in response.

"By the end of the night, you won't remember your own name, much less his."

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Bella's POV
Jasper's eyes were a dark ruby, glinting with passion, and a certain possessiveness. I barely dared to breathe as his face came closer and closer to mine. His fingers traced a pattern on my skin, watching my reaction. My head was clouded as Jasper's scent washed over me. My body tingled in anticipation as he brought his lips to mine.

I moaned into his mouth, savoring the taste of his lips, the sweet-spiciness of his skin. Jasper answered my moan with one of his own, shifting, to press his hips back into mine. I could feel him through the denim of his jeans, the hard length of his dick pressing against me through my underwear, and I thrust my hips in response, trying to create more friction. My fingers reached for Jasper's pants, but he brushed my hands away, pulling back from the kiss. The hand on my waist drifted up my torso, coming to rest against my breast.

"Fuck, Jazz." I breathed, arching my back, pressing myself further into his body. He pushed back with his hips, pressing me against the door.

"Tonight, I'm going to show you who's in charge." He growled into my ear, nibbling lightly at the lobe. I moaned in response, as his fingers traced along the edge of my underwear, tracing the sensitive skin on my stomach. He brushed a finger over my center through my underwear, causing a zing of pure pleasure to race through my body. My hips bucked in response, my legs nearly crumpling underneath me. Jasper caught me deftly, before carrying me over to the bed. He laid me down on the duvet, brushing my hands away from the buttons on his shirt. A grin tugging at his lips, he undid the buttons himself, shrugging out of it, never breaking eye contact. Shrugging out of the shirt, he made short work of his jeans and boxers as well, kicking them away before dropping onto the bed next to me. He pulled me to him, pinning my body beneath his as he caught me in another kiss, his tongue hot in my mouth, stroking against my own.

My hands met behind his neck, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted, breaking the kiss. "Every time you try to control the situation," Jasper paused as he hooked a thumb into the side of my panties. "It'll be another minute before I let you come for me, Kitten." He whispered, and I moaned in response as he ripped my panties off in one swift motion.

"Are you wet for me?" He asked, slipping a finger between my folds, pausing at my core. "Answer me."

"God, yes. All for you, Jazz." He slowly pumped his finger in and out, observing me lazily. Underneath his gaze, I could feel my lust building even more. "Fuck, Jazz."

"Only if you ask nicely." He replied pleasantly, dropping his head down to my breast and taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue deftly flicked at the nub, and he added a second finger, making me gasp.

He quickly worked me into a frenzy, pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping core, pressing kisses along my neck and chest, all the while murmuring how much he loved hearing me moan and begging for more. I was on the brink of coming when he slipped his fingers out and pulled away. I hissed as he observed me.

"What the fuck, Jazz?" I panted, my hands moving down my body, anxious to relieve the pressure building inside me. He caught my hands in his, pinning them above his head.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, now did I?" He purred, positioning himself over me, the head of his cock at my entrance. "You had your fun, but now I think it's time for you to learn a lesson." Jasper said, catching both of my hands in one of his own, and taking himself into the other.

He ran his tip along my folds, gently brushing against my clit. I moaned and he did it again. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded frantically, and smirking, Jasper continued to lazily tease me. "Do you want me to fuck you now? Ask nicely, and I might just comply."

"Please. You're killing me here, just…fuck." I hissed, as he pressed the head of his cock into me. "Fuck, more, please." I panted out.

"Gladly." Jasper smirked, pushing into me the rest of the way with a roll of his hips.

I saw stars.

Jasper's cock filled me so completely, it took my breath away as he thrust, his hips meeting mine as he pressed me against the bed. His hand came up and caught mine again, pinning them both to the mattress.

My hips moved in sync with his, as my breathing became unsteady. Jasper's body on top of mine felt incredible. I was so used to taking charge in a sexual situation, catching my partner off-balance with my forwardness that to have Jasper on top of me, having to beg to feel him inside me was a surprising turn-on. Knowing I was pretty much guaranteed an orgasm without having to instruct the guy to touch me? Even better.

Jasper released my hands and laid down next to me, on his side, pulling out. I whimpered at the lost of contact, before he pulled me into him, spooning against me. His hands parted my legs, and guided his cock back into me, before he resumed his thrusting, his hands now reaching for my breasts.

Oh.Ooh. This new position not only made it easier for Jasper to handle my body, but it increased the depths of his thrusts. Laying like this, I felt the head of his cock brush against me—

And then he hit it. That spot. My hands went to grasp my breasts, and met his. Undeterred, I squeezed his hands, pressing them more firmly against my breasts as my orgasm swept over me. Jasper freed one hand from my grasp and brought it to my clit, brushing it, so even as the first orgasm died down, a second one took over, the waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless, gasping. Jasper chuckled into my ear as my head lolled back, feeling the closest to spent I ever could.

"Enjoying yourself, darlin'?" He said, and I nodded lazily, my hips jerking slightly as he brushed his thumb against my clit.

"Good, because the night's still young." And with that, he rolled me onto my back, and hovered over me. "And I don't think you've learned your lesson quite yet."

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Jasper's POV

Bella lay curled into my side, a noise comparable to purring issuing from her. Waves of pleasure emanated from her sated body, as she traced her fingers along my chest.

For my part, I was pretty damn satisfied myself with the way the evening had gone. At this rate, Bella wouldn't be turning back to Edward anytime soon.

I stifled a chuckle at the thought; I wasn't prone to fits of jealously, but Bella brought it out in me, making me feel the need to…claim my territory, if you could call it that. Bella wouldn't appreciate being called territory. But, the draw I felt to her was both unmistakable, and unsettling in its intensity. Considering this was only our third…rendezvous of sorts, feeling like this definitely wasn't the norm.

But, I couldn't say that I didn't like it, because than I would be lying. The girl was under my skin, and I didn't mind it one bit.

Stretching, I reluctantly pulled away from Bella's body. Part of me, mainly located below the waist, wanted to stay in bed and inside of Bella until Doomsday, but the rest of me was demanding I satisfy another need.

Bella sat up, the sheet falling away from her body. She leaned back on her hands, and cocked her head. My cock throbbed in response to the sight of her body arched out toward me, inviting me back to bed.

"Where are you going?" She asked, as I pulled my boxers on. "I don't think I've quite learned my lesson yet."

The invitation was there, clearly laid out in her words, but the burn in my throat superseded that invitation.

"As much as I'd love to continue, I need to feed, Kitten." I said, heading toward the door. I threw a glance over my shoulder, to see that Bella's eyes had narrowed and darkened considerably at my words. "You're more than welcome to join." I added, leaving the bedroom.

I had just made it to the bottom of the stairs when Bella joined me, fastening a couple of buttons on the shirt I had discarded earlier, her sexy-messy hair pulled up into a quick bun.

"What do you mean you're going to feed? You're going to out like that," She waved a hand at my barely dressed body, "and kill someone?" She fell back a step, observing. I opened the cabinet and removed two mugs, clunking them onto the counter.

"Although, if I was a human, and you came at me looking like that, I'd probably be the most willing meal you've ever had but…regardless! Jazz" She said in a rush, pushing herself out of the daydream as I opened the fridge.

"Do you want…bovine, pig, or AB positive?" I asked, and she came forward, looking in the fridge. The normally empty shelves were packed with bags of blood, all of them (unwillingly) courtesy of American Red Cross, and a slaughterhouse, purchased via the internet. Two pitchers rested on the top shelf, both of them neatly labeled. Bella gaped at me, her mouth falling open.

"Did you somehow manage to slip me a drug that affects us, or is your fridge really filled with blood?" She whispered, poking at one of the bags.

"Well, if you want drugs, I can easily drain one of those bimbos in Hollywood?" I replied playfully, and she didn't even bother to hit me. "Really, my fridge is filled with blood." I lifted both pitchers from the fridge, pouring the human blood into one mug, the bovine blood into another. I then lifted the mugs and carried them over to the microwave.

"Hey, darlin, can you put those jugs back?" I asked, preparing to warm the mugs. Bella complied silently; shock and confusion hung heavily about her. Finally, I lifted both mugs from the microwave and handed the bovine blood to Bella, taking a sip from my own mug. I frowned slightly at the taste; even warmed up, bagged blood would never compare to fresh from the source, but it would have to do. I guess this is comparable to how humans feel about instant vs. freshly ground coffee.

Bella took the cup gingerly, sniffing at it.

"Jazz, how in the hell did you get blood?" She asked, taking a sip, and pulling a face. Still, she took another sip, bravely soldiering through the taste.

"Internet." I replied, as if it was the most obvious answer. And truly, it was. The internet had everything. "That and the American Red Cross. Don't worry, I left some money there, to make up for what I took." I took another swig, before setting the cup down.

"Does this mean you're still not hunting?" Bella asked, and I nodded.

"You're an influence of some sorts, Kitten. I couldn't suck a human dry if I wanted to anymore." I said sourly, as her eyes lit up. "No, I'm not going to consider trying that disgusting animal blood anytime soon." I added, and she made a face at me, before taking a sip from her own mug.

Sitting at the recently repaired island counter, sipping blood from a mug with Bella was hardly how I would have spent my Saturday nights in the past.

But somehow, it just felt right.

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Well, hell. If that's the kind of punishment Jasper dishes out for Bella hooking up with Edward, I wonder what kind of punishment he'd have if she ever slept with him.
Not that I'm saying she will. It just makes you wonder. In any case, a week after "the incident" as I'm calling it, I'm still in a splint, but my finger has stopped hurting considerably. Enough for me to actually be able to type, in any case. And this idea hit me, so I wanted to finish the chapter ASAP. And so, I did.
I know that a lot of you are probably going "Oh, what the hell is wrong with you?" at that last scene. Buuut, you actually can buy animal blood online. Weird. But, it's the world we live in, and Jasper just wants to make sure Bella is comfortable when she's in California with him. She never did get around to that shower though. Man, Jasper's sheets have got to be a mess from all that foundation, hehe.
So, I've been thinking, and I don't think this story will go past twenty chapters. I'm not even sure if it'll go past fifteen. I still have an assload of backstory to do, specifically Bella's change, and some more Cullen drama, Christmas (for perspective, we're going to say it's…July as of right now), and then the story will be winding down shortly after the Christmas arc (it's gonna be a doozy.)
You guys are awesome, do you know that? I didn't wanna leave ya'll hanging, so I'm working just for you guys! :) Thank you very much to everyone who reviewed! Extra thanks to Dacoops; sorry for grossing you out about the thumb xD, and to JXB Addicted and Keeper of the Covenant, for reviewing every chapter thus far. It's reviewers like you guys that let me know I have a couple of constant readers at least and make writing worth it!
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