Guys, you know what? I'm going to post this chapter even though it's so short, but the fact of the matter is, that something new is going to happen which has nothing to do with this, and I'll probably take even more time to write that one, so…

Here you are!

13

B POV

I had never given much thought to losing my virginity. In fact, it had been so far from my mind because no boy had been interested in me before I came to Forks that I had almost come close to subscribing to Jane Austen's ideal of purely romantic love expressed by looks across a room. Granted, as soon as I had seen Edward, a much more base instinct had kicked in, but he had made it absolutely clear that ours was to be a chaste relationship, at least until he turned me, which he was not planning on doing anyway that my brief sensual excitement had soon be dulled.

With Jasper however it had been different from the beginning; the way I felt drawn to him – almost primal in its intensity – had nothing to do with Edward's chaste Victorian ideas about women, and now that we had actually been together I knew which I preferred – not that that had needed any reassurance. The way he had worshipped my body with his had made me feel complete, wanted and confident in my own skin for the first time in my life. His husky voice giving me sexy commands encouraging me to let go alone would have been enough to send me over the edge into blissful oblivion, but it turned out that he was relentless in his lovemaking, so much so, that in the end I could not take any more and simply dropped off to sleep exhausted. Yet still my dreams were filled with the sensation of him inside of me, the expression on his face when he screamed out his release, his whole body shuddering with pleasure, only to become hard again instantly. It had seemed that for all my physical exhaustion I could not get enough of his gorgeous body either; and I would never have expected to be so bold with a man the first time.

When the noise from outside woke me up I was really annoyed at being ripped from my dreams, but as soon as I was fully conscious and realized that Jasper was not with me, a wave of panic hit me and I started calling his name.

P POV

Another experience I've not had before was about to unfold. At one moment Jasper had been grudgingly ready to go back inside and plan our proceeding, the next he zoomed off toward the house as fast as I'd ever seen him move.

By the time I caught up, he had literally run down several vampires – new to them as well and had disappeared upstairs. My raised eyebrows at Charlotte – usually much quicker in catching up to what might be going on – had only resulted in the cryptic answer "He was projecting panic like mad."

For once I was quicker on the uptake: Bella must have woken up and started worrying where he had gone.

J POV

Whatever decisions I had come to in the past few moments, they were all swept away when I felt Bella's fear. As if drawn to a magnet I homed in on her and found my darling sitting on the bed with huge worried eyes.

At breakneck speed I systematically scanned the room for possible dangers before I registered what she was saying.

"Jasper! Where did you go? I can't go to sleep without you here!"

I tried not to show my shock when I heard that and scrambled into bed with her, but kept my distance. She was still naked, her skin rosy and giving off a scent fit to drive me right out of my mind.

"What's wrong?" she asked at once, the panic returning.

I hung my head, not knowing how to explain that I had been a wild beast with her and enjoying every minute of it.

She tilted her head and looked at me. "Now don't you dare tell me that this is about you hurting me, because that is where you're wrong. Did I seem to be hurting to you when we were together?"

Oh boy, she was telling me off like my grandma used to do. "No, but with my talent I thought…"

"Nonsense!" she snorted. "I know what I felt. I've never felt anything more real and good in my life…"

"You'll be black and blue all over tomorrow…" I ventured to give my opinion – I should have known it was no use, I had heard Charlotte and Peter argue before after all.

"Pff!" she made. "I think I was that before, besides, I'm quite used to the feeling, and usually it does not come with so much pleasure." She patted the space next to her with a determined expression and I found myself complying. Then she curled up to me in a way that made me want to start all over again, and as soon as I realized she was feeling the same, I made love to her again, careful and tender this time, and the feeling of absolute satisfaction and content returned. Afterwards she sighed and went to sleep in my arms. I swear I was crying.