DISCLAIMER - I own nothing! All I own is the Christmas tree that I decorated today. You guys know by now how fucking much I love tinsel.
Rated 'M' for sexual situations and lemons, very bad language and eventual violence.
The Betas are realjena, loverofmusic95, The Original Bella and FallenRebelAngel. I am in their eternal debt.
Jasper's POV
By the time we had returned back to the house with the tree over our shoulders, dusted in a frosting of snow, Bella had informed Rose of our singing sensations. They stood waiting for us in the living room in front of the blazing fire, wearing identical expressions of critical humor, their arms folded over their chests.
Emmett and I very purposely ignored their suggestive stances as we deliberately lifted the tree upright, allowing it to just graze the ceiling next to the fire, almost precariously. We put a great deal of effort into discussing how exactly to position it, while carefully avoiding Rose and Bella's eyes who were just watching us, trying to stifle their giggles.
"Rosalie, would you say that you ball so hard?" Bella asked Rosalie with a smirk, as I focused on arranging a branch slightly out of the way of the fire.
"I would say that I ball so hard that vampires want to fine me," Rose replied, nudging Bella, biting back a grin. In that moment, Emmett and I simultaneously gave them a very sheepish look causing the girls to burst into hysterics..
"Hey, Rose, I don't even know what that means!" Bella turned to Rose, blatantly referencing Blades of Glory.
Rose played along. "No one knows what that means! But it's provocative! It gets the people going!"
They giggled riotously again, holding their sides as Emmett and I just stood there, like deer caught in headlights.
After about thirty seconds of this taunting, Emmett requested, "Alright, alright, calm down, you two," with a slight pleading tone in his voice. He sounded a little like an embarrassed pre-teen as he begged; Emmett likes to be the one who teases, not the one who is subject to teasing. He went to the TV and flicked to an ice hockey game. "Anyway, the Predators are playing so I'm very busy at the minute. I do not have time to offer you my musical talents so bother Jasper instead."
Rose and Bella appeared to have run out of steam for their teasing and went to sit on the sofa perpendicular to Emmett's. I went to sit by Emmett, trying to zone out into the game a little, but the girls kept talking.
Bella was telling Rosalie what her Christmas had been like when she was human, sliding over her last Christmas when she was in a state of dark oblivion, an oblivion that was possibly our fault. I shook that thought off quickly; she was happier here, we were happier. And she was free to be who she was- strong, beautiful and independent.
"Do you like Christmas, Jasper?" Bella asked me with an expectant smile. Rose sniggered.
"Not really." At least I was honest.
"WHAT?! Why?!" Bella exploded, her mouth open in shock as she gazed at me. Rosalie's unapologetic giggles briefly tore her attention away from me but then she glanced back at me with a look that said she was almost personally insulted.
"I just don't see the point. Everyone gets excited for no reason." I knew she wouldn't take it well, her passion for the holiday season unable to be rivaled.
"Are you crazy?! What about the snow and the tree? The mistletoe and Santa and Jesus and...Jasper, are you INSANE?"
"It's all commercial, people fall into the trap of consumerism. I mean, I get celebrating Jesus' birth but I think sometimes we forget the true meaning of Christmas and we over exaggerate it all too. It gets silly."
"I don't! It's just an enjoyable time!" Bella shouted, coming to stand in front of me, blocking the television. "Besides, this is your first Christmas with me! You'll like it better now, won't you?"
"Bella, yes, of course I will. Just look at it from my point of view – I've lived through over one hundred and fifty Christmases. It sort of loses its magic after a while. I'm a guy too and I'm just not feeling it right now. But you know what I am feeling? Ice hockey and cuddles with you, if you want them," I told her, trying to look around her, but she just sidestepped in front of me.
"But how can you just shut yourself off to the Christmas spirit like that?! I think you need serious help, Jasper."
"Bella, I don't mean to be rude, but can you just calm down?You're taking this too far! It's just a misunderstanding. I love you very much but I just don't love Christmas, I'm sorry."
At that, she gave me a scathing glare and stormed upstairs. Rose and Emmett gave me sheepish looks.
This was our first real disagreement as a couple and while it didn't seem serious, I had no idea how to deal with it and if she would cool down. Being a
foolish man, I decided to leave her, not realizing that leaving a woman to mull over a fight could be a huge mistake.
An hour later, I went upstairs to find Bella. After playing video games with Emmett all evening, a strong niggling worry slowly developed that I might have upset her more than I'd originally thought.
I had reached up my emotional sensor to our bedroom many times in the past hour to check on her but she didn't seem to be feeling anything. However, I feared she may have put her shield up to me. I could not tell. With every step I took towards our room, I worried of what I'd done to her.
Had I put our relationship at stake? I shouldn't have been so flippant with her, or so rude. She was more special to me than that. She was more special to me than anything, especially some stupid ice hockey game. I was just a little irritated at the time; I hadn't meant to be such a douchebag.
By the time I'd gotten to our door, I was in a very out of character state of panic, desperate to make it up to her. I threw open the door and I was surprised with what my eyes were greeted with.
The lights were out and the moonlight streamed in through both window walls. Backed up against one of them, stark naked except for a sash of scarlet tinsel and an askew Santa hat, was my Bella with her hand resting delicately on the curve of her hip. She was biting her lip and staring at me with those big "fuck me" doe eyes. She made no pretense that she was doing this in any sense of innocent and her body screamed sex at me through the bellowing silence.
I fell to my knees.
"Major, your fiancée would like permission to show you the true spirit of Christmas," she murmured, but her words were strong, even though they were quiet.
"Permission granted," I whispered, rising to my feet, but remaining frozen in place. My warrior instincts told me to wait, to let the battle play out, to see where she would take me now.
She moved lightly yet deliberately, as if she was walking on air, her grace unrivaled by anything I'd ever seen as her breasts bounced with the movement. She sank to her knees and looked up at me with daring eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing, as she unzipped my jeans and took as much of me as she could into her mouth, swirling her little pink tongue over the tip of my dick.
"Say Christmas is good," she commanded.
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full, soldier," I grunted, trying not to give anything away as the first sparks of pleasure spasmed through my body.
"Say that Christmas is the best season on the year. That you love all the goodwill and your fiancée naked."
"No," I growled through gritted teeth. But then she took me straight down her throat, burying me inside her mouth to the hilt, taking nearly all of me and I couldn't take it anymore. I moved so quickly, withdrawing from her hot little mouth before picking her off the ground in one swift movement. I wrapped her legs around my waist and slammed her up against the wall, she barely had time to realize what was happening before I sheathed myself deep within her in one fluid motion (I'd have to check for dents later). With her trapped against the wall, I ripped off the tinsel sash and nibbled at her neck. She moaned my name and scrambled to impale herself further on me.
"Oh, Jasper." Her pussy was so tight around me and I could feel every inch of her: her body right up against mine, her perky breasts up against my biceps.
"Now, this is how it's going to work, sweetie," I growled, quietly, pounding into her with as much force as I could manage, feeling how wet she was as I buried myself deep into her again. "You're going to moan about how good Christmas is and if you do exactly as I say, and cum when I tell you to, I'll rethink my views on the holidays, okay?"
To my surprise, she got a scheming look in her eye and her tone was teasing as she whispered, "no," daring to defy me while pinned against the wall by my body and me still buried inside her.
"Jasper, you're going to love Christmas because I'm going to show you that I can be in control too," she told me, that confidence she had grown over the past few months since I had fallen for her, dazzling me and I took a step back, releasing her from the wall, letting go of my instincts to dominate, to be in control.
She moved slowly at first, up and down at an agonizing pace on me as if it was her first time in the saddle. But then she grew bold, experienced, as she began bouncing on me. Her legs were wrapped around me as I clutched at her ass helping her thrust herself down me again and again, until I was completely embedded inside her. She threw her head back in her throes of passion, moaning her pleasure, calling my name.
"Merry fucking Christmas, Jasper Whitlock," she cursed as she bit her lip, moaning as she bounced on me. I grasped at her thighs and ass, trying to hold back my impending release as I trailed a line of love down her neck to between her breasts. She shivered and groaned, squeezing her arms around my neck and burying her head in my hair.
"Merry Christmas, Bella," I vowed, slamming into her one last time, feeling her body respond and with a loud moan, that sounded somewhere between a scream and a promise, she began her undoing. Her walls clamping down on my cock, causing me to orgasm too as she pulsated around me. There was something animal in the way I held her as she came with her body wrapped around mine as I tried to fight my weakening knees when I blew my load inside her.
My girl.
I would definitely enjoy Christmas a lot more from now on.
A/N: Did you enjoy the lemon, beautiful people? Don't worry, Alice and further drama will reappear next chapter, she's still batshit crazy.
How's Christmas decorating going? Have you all got your tree up? I did my Christmas shopping and everything's wrapped and under the tree.
Okay, so after I've written Jasper's Vote or maybe now, I am considering the idea of re-writing Twilight in the style of if Edward hadn't been changed and writing a Bella/Jasper story. Ideas? Would anyone be interested? Or is just a f**king stupid idea? Let me know.
Also, would you guys like me to get into a schedule of posting every Saturday?
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