A/N: First off I am completely blown away with all the new readers, the returning readers and all the alerts and reviews! You all truly are amazing! I am behind in replying to reviews seriously, I have been sick and so have my kids so I am just now playing catch up. I promise to do better on replies this chapter. So I worried all over nothing it appears last chapter, phew.. lol Sorry about the cliffie, but really... I love them and you all know I wont leave you hangin long. This chapter is a bit lighter and fun, I hope you enjoy! As always slashy boy fun if you aren't 18 shoo, and I dont own them I just play with them!

Em pov

I never could have imagined I would be here right now. I hoped he would forgive me, but I figured it would take time to get back here - in his bed, with him across my chest and soft hot breaths washing across my skin. I slept better than I had in weeks. There were no nightmares. I wasn't a fool to think there would never be again, but last night not one dared to disturb me. Waking up to the jingle of Maggie's leash, I smiled. I kissed the top of Jasper's head, and slipped out of bed. I really didn't want him to wake up alone and think I split again, but I owe baby girl a few dozen walks.

"Shh, let me pee and we will go, Mags. Now go wait downstairs for papa." She wagged her tail at me, but went like I said.

Taking care of business, I slip on some sweats and shoes and we head out. Maggie walks with her head held high, almost strutting. I love this dog. She is such a ham and is clearly happy I am back.

Passing the bakery, I am tempted to stop in, but decide to stop by the market instead. I am going to give my man a proper meal, because Lord knows he looks like he hasn't had one in forever.

Back in the kitchen, I can't keep the smile off my face as I see the mess in the sink and decide to do some clean up before I start breakfast. Maggie doesn't approve and I tell her to be patient. I am lost in my conversation with the sweet little mutt when Jasper makes himself known. And he does a good job of it too.

"Move in with us." I am so shocked by his words I almost drop the dog. I set her down and can only gasp and stare stupidly at him. I shake my head. I couldn't have heard that right.

"Did . . . did you just . . .?" Oh , so eloquent, Emm.

"I asked you to move in with us." He crosses the room and Maggie dances circles around me - like she understands, even when I can't process the words. "Listen, I know it is kind of quick, but before the shit hit the fan, we struggled with separating at the end of the day. I love you and you love me right?"

I just nod dumbstruck.

"Well, we love each other. We don't want to be apart, so? I mean I know that there is gonna be some rough patches and therapy for you won't be a walk in the park, but when it gets rough, I want to be there for you. When I have a crappy day, I want to know that even if you aren't here, that you live here, so eventually you will be here and I can lean on you. I want your clothes in my closet and your wet towels on the floor. I want to fight for control over the remote and whose turn it is to do the dishes. I want it all. So?"

Wow! He makes a compelling argument and . . . Shit! Lord knows I want all that, too. I feel the smile break across my face and I am grabbing him in two steps. I crash my mouth into his and he gasps and grabs on as I deepen the kiss. I groan as he pulls away. "So, is that a 'yes'?"

I laugh loud. "That is a 'Hell Fucking YES!' babe!" He pulls my head down and peppers my face with kisses and we are both laughing like giddy school girls as Maggie dances around us.

We made breakfast together and cleaned up together. I couldn't keep my hands or lips off of him. When I almost made him drop a glass he was washing, I got shooed away. I pouted a bit, but when he kissed it away, I gladly went to tackle the mess in the living room. After I collected all the trash and started a load of laundry, Jasper was done with the dishes. Without a word, he drags me up the stairs and into the bathroom. I was nervously shaking as he stripped me down and then himself, grabbing my hand he leads me under the hot spray and I lean back to wet my hair. I hear a low growl as his hands work their way across my chest and up my neck. His fingers thread through my hair and I look down at him. His eyes are dark and hungry - now the growl comes from me.

Pushing my fingers through his long curls, I capture his mouth. Oh, how I have missed the taste of him, the feel of him under my fingers, his length sliding along mine. I don't even hold back as my hands roam all over him. He responds with the most amazingly filthy sounds. He grunts and moans as he bucks his hips forward seeking some sort of relief. Separating our mouths, I kiss my way across his jaw, feeling the tickle of his beard - I like it. Licking down his Adams apple, I hear his sigh as his fingers on my head try to push me down further. I'm gonna take my time here. I want to savor every last bit of skin I see and, in here, I can see it all. My tongue makes its way across his shoulders before making my way to his chest. With just the tip of my tongue, I circle each nipple before blowing on them, making them pebble tight. I take one in my mouth and suck in as I swirl my tongue all around.

Jasper's hips buck so hard I have to put my hand on his hip so he doesn't topple us over. Feeling my fingers on his hips, he tries to turn into them to get the relief he needs. I grunt a "no" as I move across his chest and give that side the same treatment before I give him slow sucking kisses down his stomach. Licking down his happy trail, nuzzling the short hairs and inhaling the scent at the base of his cock, I am now driving myself just as mad as I am driving him.

Not able to wait any longer, I grab his hard shaft and slowly pull back the skin, revealing his red swollen head. My hand is actually shaking in anticipation. We both moan loudly the second my lips slide over him. I taste his salty sweetness that I have missed. I revel in the size in my mouth and the eager little thrusts of his hips. I take him further with each stroke. Soon I feel him at the back of my throat and hum at the amazing feeling of him twitching against my tongue. His fingers tighten in my hair while I rub his balls before moving a finger back to his ass. My middle finger teases his hole a few strokes before I push in. My mouth and finger working him over in unison have him screaming out my name.

"Oh, fuck, Emmett! Yes, oh godddd . . . So, oh, oh, Emmett, I, I'm ohhhhh . . ." I feel his release sliding down my throat. I held him there as his shaking stopped and he slipped out of my mouth. As soon as it did, I found myself shoved back against the wall hard and his tongue in my mouth for a brief second before his mouth was making a quick path down my body. He didn't go to his knees though. He bent at the waist, standing sideways as he took in all of my cock in one fierce motion. I cried out and reached for anything I could, which thankfully happened to be his head and ass. I flexed my fingers in his firm ass as my other hand on his head guided the tempo, trying to slow him down a bit.

He shook his head "no" and pushed my hand off his head, but I was greeted with him lifting his ass and wiggling a bit so my fingers slid down between his cheeks. As my fingers slipped down so that two fingers were seated in him, he groaned and increased the speed and suction on my cock. I was so close. The way he swirled around the head dipping in the slit were getting me right there.

"Ungh, Jazz baby! Oh, ya, just like that . . . suck it! Oh fuck, so good. You suck me so fucking good." Then with his ass bucking into my fingers, he slid me further than ever down his throat and swallowed.

I gave out a primal yell as I came harder than I had in forever. I was frozen in place, knuckles of one hand curled hard into the tiles and the other hand with three fingers still deep in Jasper's ass. When I came down a bit off my high, I slowly remove my fingers so he can straighten. When he does, I capture his face in my hands, licking and sucking and nibbling his mouth. He parts his lips and I delve deep inside.

I whimper when he pulls away. His eyes are shining in euphoria and joy of us being together again. I am sure I am mirroring it.

"Wow!" is all I can manage and he laughs at me.

"Well, ya, umm . . . I really can't expand on 'wow'." He turns his head under the shower and I see him starting to rise again and prowl to him. His hand shoots out to my chest and stops me though. "Nu-uh Bunny. We still have a house to finish cleaning and phone calls to make, and by my calculations, we have maybe five more minutes of hot water left. We wash separate, get out and get dressed."

Even my pout followed by a dimpled grin with a wink doesn't work, so I agree. As he is drying off, I quickly wash because his calculation was off by about a minute and a half. "Do I have any clean clothes here or did you wear them all?" Picking that time to step out of the shower, I am met with a vicious wet towel snap. "OWW!" I rub my ass and get the look. Oops. "Sorry, Jazz baby, do I have anything clean here I can put on until the clothes are dry?"

He looks pleased with my answer and gives a small grin. "You have some sweats, but no shirts left." Awww, he wore all my shirts. I bet he started with the worn ones. "Sorry, I wore all your shirts, but to my credit, I started with the ones you already wore." I chuckle and peck his nose as he has a razor paused at his neck.

I start to head out of the bathroom, but peek my head back in as he raises the razor again. "I kinda think a goatee might be hot." I wink at him and head out in search of pants.

Jas pov

After Emmett left the bathroom, I finally let myself give into the shaking. It was the adrenalin finally leaving my body. I was so wound up from everything in the past 24 hours - Hell, past few weeks - that the relief had to get out somehow. The amazing shower session did a lot to relieve most of it, but the want I still felt and the knowing of what is to come has a million emotions going at once.

After calming myself, I took a good look at my face and the hair on my face and thought "What the hell?" I left just the goatee area there. Looking it over at every angle, I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I had never left more than a shadow of stubble, but if Emmett wants to see it, I will give it a try.

After dressing and heading downstairs, I find him in the living room talking softly into the phone. From what I can make out, it is to his mom and from the pen in his hand, I see he must be getting the numbers for doctors. I try to be quiet as I start to pick up, but I bump the lamp and he turns. I give him the "Sorry" shrug, but his mouth drops and he stops talking and moving. I raise my brows confused. I can't figure it out.

"Mom? Thanks, but I gotta go . . . Huh?. . . Ya, I will make sure we are there . . . uhuh . . . Love you too." His phone is tossed to the table and he stalks to me fast, grabbing my face. My hands instinctively go to his waist.

"Wha . . . ?"

All he says is "Fuck" before he crashes his lips to mine. He is all over them, licking and sucking, exploring every inch.

As hot as it is, I am more curious as to what has this reaction, so I push him back by the shoulders.

"Bunny, what the hell?" He is breathing hard and I feel him hard against my stomach.

"I didn't think you would leave it, but, hot fucking damn, babe. The goatee - Fuck me! - it is so hot."

Oh, the goatee is so staying for now. I start laughing and try to pull away, but he pulls me down onto the couch and shows me how hot he thinks it is.

Well over an hour later, we surface from one of the hottest make-out sessions we have had in a long, long time. We are both aching, but know we have things to do to get back to reality. So to cool down, Emmett opts for taking Maggie for a quick run and I opt for calling my father.

"Why, if it isn't the long lost son of mine! Finally decided to crawl out from under your funk?" His words are harsh, but I hear the humor in his voice.

"Dad, I am so so sorry. I never meant . . ." He cuts me off.

"Jasper, I understand. Believe me, I really do. I, too, have been there, my son."

"Really?" As far as I knew, he and mom have been together forever, and always happy.

"Oh yes, son. Remind me to tell you sometime about why your mother and I had two weddings." Well, he has me there. I want to hear more now.

"Well, you gonna leave me hanging?"

"Another time, son. I have to get to a meeting in five minutes. So what do I owe this call?" How do I put this?

"Um, well, I just wanted to . . . well, make sure, um, that I still . . ."

"Cut the bullshit, Jasper! You still have a job here. How would it look to fire my heartbroken son?" He gives a warm laugh. "I expect you here Monday . . . early."

"Yes, sir! Thanks, dad." I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Not a problem, son. Listen, I have to run, but we will talk tomorrow at dinner. Take care."

The line went dead before I had a chance to ask about dinner. Just then, I hear the door and turn to greet my loves.

Emmett lights up as soon as he sees me. He pecks my lips and grabs a clean T-shirt out of the basket, tossing his dirty one on the arm of the couch. "Hey, babe, how did the talk with your dad go?"

"Um, great, still have a job. Have an interesting story to ask him about and do you know anything about a dinner tomorrow?"

He smacks his forehead and rolls his eyes. "Shit, baby, I forgot. You were standing there all sexy with your longer hair and that sexy hair on your face and I got distracted." Aww, how can I fault that? "My mom arranged a family dinner, like, as in yours and mine and, um, us . . .?"

"OK." He looks skeptical, but honestly I am fine with it. "Bunny, it isn't like we haven't faced the Spanish inquisition before." He barks out a laugh and Maggie gives a startled yip from her sleeping spot on the couch.

"Sorry baby, girl," and he winks at me.

The housework finishes quickly with us working perfectly side by side. Soon the sky is growing dark and we decide on ordering pizza. Once it arrives, we settle with it on the couch with a few sodas and the TV down low.

"So, we are really doing this, then?" He looks like I might want to back out.

"Of course, we are. I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you here." Maybe he would prefer to live at his place. "I mean if you want to live here. . . . We could always move into your place."

He shakes his head hard. "No, here is the only place I want to be. Ever since the first night I was here, it felt more like home than even my mom's house. This is where I want to be." He takes a long drink from his glass before going on. "I was just meaning - you weren't asking me just cause you think I . . ."

Pulling his glass from him, I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around him. "Bunny, I asked you because I want you here, always. When you aren't here, it is just empty and lifeless. But when you are, the house is alive and full of energy and I feel like I can breathe finally."

His smile lights up the room. "Jazz baby, you are the sweetest and corniest fucking person I have ever met. And I wouldn't dream of living anywhere but here." I relax into him and turn sideways so my back is against the end of the couch and my legs are draped over him.

"Sooooo? When do you want to move in?" Please say soon. please.

"Well, since I own my place, there isn't a need to give notice to anyone, but we will have to figure out what to keep and what of mine you are willing to put up with, and the change of address everywhere and . . ." I give him a light punch to his shoulder, and a glare because I know he is messing with me. He laughs at me. "Babe, I can move in at anytime. How about we start tonight with my clothes."

I can't help it. When I giggle and clap my hands, I catch myself and groan a bit. "Great, I'm turning into Alice." Emmett lets out a full hard laugh that nearly bucks me off his lap.

"As long as you keep your boy parts, you can have your Alice moments."

After cleaning up our pizza mess, we grab a few boxes I have and head over to his place. Looking around, I see some pieces that will fit in perfect at my place, but others that I have a feeling we are going to have an argument over.

"Hey, Emm?" He looks up at me from the pile of shoes he is boxing up.

"Ya, babe?"

"Um, about the, ahh, the monstrosity of a chair in the living room." I know it is his 'man' chair, but honestly the thing is an ugly smelly mess.

"What are you talking about? That chair is awesome! I have had that thing since college."

"Yeah, and it smells like it. Really, Emm? You really want to keep that thing?" I will allow anything else of his, but I will stand my ground on this one.

"Babe, it's not that bad and Maggie loves it, too." I roll my eyes at him.

"Maggie is a dog. She sniffs butts and licks her own ass. Of course, she is gonna love it. It smells like Cheetos, cheese and beer farts." He looks truly offended.

"How dare you talk about our baby girl that way - and she just has good taste." I pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers, then glare at him for a minute before going back to packing. I drop it for now, but I will not have that thing in our home. No way, no how.

After a few hours of working together, we managed to get most of Emmett's clothes packed up. He put anything he wanted to move right away into a few large pieces of luggage. The rest of the boxes we would move later. I gathered his bathroom things, while he cleaned out the nightstand drawers.

Once I finished, I go to drop the last of the toiletries into his box and peer inside. "Emmett!"

He looks in the box, then to me, confused. "What?" He is so cute when he doesn't have a clue.

I start pulling things out of the box and counting, "1, 2, 3, . . .6, 7. Seven bottles of lube and 1, 2, 3 . . . 5 boxes of condoms?" He is turning a bit red. "Are you preparing for an orgy?"

"Not exactly." He rubs the back of his neck and I can see him getting flushed. "I, um, well, the lube was kind of a . . . I didn't know what kind you might have liked and some have flavors and heat up or cool and um, ya well..."

"And the plethora of condoms?" He is really beet-red now and busies himself putting everything back in the box. "Emmett?"

"Well, when I knew we were moving towards . . . well you know, finally getting it on, well, I um . . ." He is really embarrassed and it is turning me on a little.

"What, Bunny? Come on, you can tell me." He looks up at me and I give him the deadly half smile-wink combo.

"Fine, I knew we were going to eventually and I didn't know, you know, well, if you were top or bottom. And I had no idea your size or what you liked when I bought them and . . ." I can't help it. I laugh. "See, now - this is just the reaction I thought I would get."

I try to rein in my laughter and go over and wrap my arms around him.

"Oh, Bunny, that is so cute. You are like the boy scout of protection. Always prepared." Now he laughs.

Closing up the box, I think I hear him mutter something like "fuck off" as he takes the box down to his truck. I can't help it. I start laughing harder.

I manage to stop laughing by the time he pulls in behind me in the driveway. Now I am thinking how sweet it was that he was prepared for anything. I even spied some smaller condoms in the stack. It just shows that no matter what, he wanted me and not my junk, as he would put it.

Finding room for his things would have to wait until tomorrow because the more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting. Not thinking about the lube and condoms, but the fact that this gorgeous, sweet and sometimes dopey man was all mine - and he was moving in with me. I would have him there whenever I need him, and whenever he needs me. I don't know about him, but when he walks in the house in front of me, I watch his hips and see the muscles of his back flex. I need him - now.

As soon as the box is out of his arms, I am pushing my now-hard cock against him. My hands are snaking around his waist trying to get to the drawstring on his pants.

"Mmm, babe, did you need something?" He curves his hands over mine just as I reached the string.

Pressing harder into him, I make sure he can feel me. "I think you know what I need."

Turning in my arms, I squeal as he quickly picks me up and drops me down on the kitchen island. I spread my legs to make room for him as he steps forward between them. My shirt is gone in

seconds and his is right behind it. Shoving my fingers into his hair, I pull his face to mine and start nipping and licking my way into his mouth. He groans his approval and his hands go to my pants. Never breaking the kiss, he lifts me slightly and guides them off my ass and down my legs. I kick my shoes off and toe the sweats off, and pull the string on This pants. As I push his sweats past his hips and feel him spring free and bounce against my thigh, he moves down my neck. I groan as he sucks hard on my pulse points and nibbles on the muscles between my neck and shoulder.

Reaching down, I scrape my fingers down the corded muscles of his stomach and flirt with the hairs running from his belly button to his cock. The more I play his body, the more his hips buck up, and the harder he sucks on my skin. I am going to be marked as fuck, but I don't care. The weather is turning and I can totally pull off a turtleneck.

As I finally take him in my hand, he breaks the suction on my neck and cries out. "Holy fuck! Mother of . . . ugh, oh god . . ."

My turn to get my lips on him. Starting at his shoulder and leaving love bites down to his nipple, I lick all around it as he tries to pull my mouth over it. I somehow find the strength to pull back against his huge hand on my head.

"I think you are trying to tell me you need something." Lick, nip, lick. "What do you need, Bunny?"

His fingers find their way into my hair and he pulls my face back to his. "I need you . . . in me . . . now!"

His lips crash into mine. His hand lifts me off the counter and I wrap my legs around him. Not what I was expecting at all, he turns us to leave the kitchen and head up the stairs. He pauses at the counter.

"Grab the red bottle of lube. Leave the condoms." I squeak a little, but do as he says. The walk up the stairs is torturous and thrilling all at the same time. His cock is hard and leaking and as he climbs the stairs, it slides between my cheeks, teasing my hole. I groan with each step. I want him in me so bad, but I know he wants me just the same. I would be disappointed if I didn't remember how good it feels to be in him. That causes another groan and maybe a growl this time.

"I know, baby. It is a war to figure out what you want more." He finally lays me back on the bed and pushes against me. I whimper. "But I really need to feel you. Please."

I nod and roll us over, wiggling my eyebrows at him and licking my lips as I lift up on my hands to look over his body. "Well, it's a hard job, Bunny, but someone has to do it."

I am rewarded with a soft chuckle and his bent legs squeezing against my hips. I bend over him and rake my teeth down his neck and chest with my tongue lapping behind. I find the lube and coat my fingers, avoiding his cock, for now. I "V" my fingers out and run them slick and warm around the base, circling it before bringing the fingers together and tracing down the seam at the center of his sac. He shudders and moans as I add a bit more slickness and descend to his tight entrance. He does most of the work as he slowly pushes back and forth onto the two fingers playing with him. I look into his face and I see so much love and heat and trust there, I can't stop myself from leaning up and kissing him so softly as my fingers slip in.

He gasps into my mouth something that sounds like "Fuck, yes!" As we kiss, I pump slowly until the maddeningly slow pace has him pulling away and begging for the real thing.

Em pov

This isn't how I planned our first night officially living together, but nothing could be more perfect. The feeling of him above me, his weight over me and his fingers in me have me wanting to blow already. I love how feral he looks when he takes command. The darkness to his eyes, the way he bites his bottom lip when I growl my approval, the way he knows just how to play my body - all of it has me begging for him to be in me.

When he finally clicks the lid and slicks his beautiful cock up, I am shaking and whimpering. "God, fuck, that is a gorgeous sight."

"You want to keep looking?" The fucker teases me by stroking a few more times, showing me his swollen almost purple head with each backstroke.

I growl loud this time. "If you aren't in me in five seconds, I will roll your ass over and ride you."

With that he smirks and sinks in, we both let out a very loud groan-sigh.

"Next time, Bunny. For now, I just want to drive you hard and long." God, I love when he gets dirty. "You're gonna remember just why you love my cock in you for days."

I wrap my legs around him and pull him close. "Oh fuck, yes!" Grabbing my legs from around his waist, he pulls them up over his shoulders. Grabbing my hips, he makes good on his promise.

As he thrusts in and out at a maddening pace, I grip the sheets hard. I want to grab my own aching cock, but I know if I do, it will be over too soon. As I watch his face in absolute fucked-out bliss, I cave and reach for my pleading, dripping cock. He looks down and sees my hand make contact. He grunts a no and pushes my hand away. As he moves over me, my legs slip from his shoulders. I put my feet on the bed, wrapping them bent circling his own as he braces one elbow beside my head and other hand takes hold of me.

"This is my job. I want you to cum all for me and from me." I arch my head back as he fills me and works me over. On the fourth pass over the head, I am shaking and I feel the tightening of my balls.

"Oh fuck, Jazz! Oh god, yes! I'm . . . I . . ." As soon as I start mumbling, his cock hits just the right spot and I can feel the extra skin graze just right and I am spilling hard all over us both. My toes curl and knees lock against his ass, holding him tight in me. I hear him yell out and spurt long and hard into me.

We lay there forehead to forehead for I don't know how long. As he softens and slips out of me, we both let out a long breath. He rolls from me, but pulls me to my side so we are face to face.

"I love you, Bunny."

"I love you, too, Jazz baby."

We are both smiling like fools as we drift off. I know we should clean up, but we will just have to man up in the morning and face the extra load of laundry.

E/N: Ok so they are messy dirty boys but duh they are together. Not saying it is all smooth sailing but we needed this. Next up family dinner... eek! Also I am half way through Rose and Bella's outtake which should be up mid week sometime. Please read enjoy and review! And let me know if you are interested in more recs I will be happy to share what I am reading. Oh ya one last thing I had an amazing banner made actually I have two so some point this weekI should have the link to them in my profile!