Jackson
I watched as Joanna walked down the stairs in her dress for prom. She looked so beautiful. It was a blue and white dress with a chiffon skirt and a sky blue bust; it also had rhinestone spaghetti straps. Her shoes were silver and they didn't have a very high heel, because she didn't want to fall and look like an idiot. Though I didn't know how someone so beautiful could look like an idiot doing anything.
Her necklace was flowers made of faux pearls and Swarovski crystal rhinestones. She'd never had her ears pierced, but I could care less. My breathing had stopped when she appeared at the top of the stairs. She smiled and walked over to me. She waved her hand in front of my face, and when I started, she grinned. Her hair was curled and her top layer was pinned in a bun at the back of her head. The rest fell in beautiful curls down her back.
"Do I look okay?" She asked me, biting her lip.
"Okay?" I asked, baffled. "You look...amazing."
She giggled and I just had to kiss her. She smiled as I pulled away, though I didn't want to.
"Come on, kids. You're going to be late if you don't go out to the car now," Alice snarled at us, after snapping pictures like crazy.
We laughed and when we got to the car, I helped Joanna in.
"Good boy, Jackson. That's how you're to treat her for the rest of your life," Jasper teased me.
I laughed and Joanna giggled from in the car. I sat next to her in the back of the Porsche, and she kissed me the entire way to the high school.
"I can't believe I won't be able to dance with you to every song," she whimpered, though I knew she was kidding.
"I'll be sure to dance with you, sweetheart. I promise," I whispered to her as we pulled up.
Showtime!
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I could see Joanna with Oliver across the room, and she was laughing and having a good time.
"Alright, I know she's your girlfriend, but seriously," Laurie snapped at me.
I was just coming here with her to humor her because she was the new kid in town. She obviously did not have any problem with fitting in, because she acted like all the other girls.
"She's more than my girlfriend, Laurie. She's my life," I told her, but continued to dance with her.
I most definitely was imagining Joanna dancing with me, though she was more than one inch shorter than Laurie. I'd grown four inches between when I'd first been introduced to Joanna and when I was changed. I was taller than Jasper was now, and Joanna loved that I was so tall. She said that she had a thing for tall guys.
I heard Laurie sigh irritably, and Joanna threw her head back, laughing. At least she was having a good time.
Oliver twirled Joanna under his arm and Joanna smiled happily. Laurie snapped her fingers in front of my face and I pulled my attention back to her.
"How is she so important to you? She's just your girlfriend," Laurie growled.
"Our relationship is much more different than you think it is. It's stronger than you think," I explained, and twirled her under my arm.
She muttered something under her breath and I didn't catch it, because Joanna stumbled but righted herself quickly. Oliver wasn't so bad, at least he was caring for her. The song ended and all the couples either waited for the next song, or split up, or walked away together. When they played the opening notes to The Beatles song Help!, most kids groaned or yelled something about changing the song, Laurie included. But Joanna, I, and a few other kids yelled to keep the song and play it louder.
"I am not dancing to this!" Laurie scoffed, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the dance floor.
"I want to dance with my girlfriend, Laurie. I will be back after the song is over," I told her, and without waiting for her to comment, I walked across the dance floor.
"Mind if I cut in?" I asked Oliver, nodding towards Joanna.
"Not at all," he replied, stepping away.
I smiled and Joanna gripped my hand. We danced, not like a slow dance, but the wild and carefree kind of dance we'd danced in the living room. We grinned at each other, moving together as one. Too bad the song was only a little over two minutes long. We kissed each other quickly, and I forced myself to go back to Laurie. This day was not going to get better. That was for sure.
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I stood by the wall with Oliver and some of the other boys while the girls danced to several girly, pop-y songs. I would have gladly danced to them, if it had been with Joanna. I saw Joanna dancing with a small group of girls that had befriended her easily. I watched Joanna's body shift and glide on the dance floor, and my mouth watered.
When 7 Things started up, Joanna grinned in my direction. I grinned back and moved out onto the floor. We sang along to each other and threw our arms up, gliding along with the beat and each other. We let loose everything and gave over to the music. Her little body up against me and moving with the song was enough to fulfill all the ache from not being with her for the majority of the night.
Her face was alight with happiness and pure bliss and excitement. She was loving this.
"Excuse me!"
Joanna whirled around to see Laurie standing there, her hands on her hips. She wasn't in the most beautiful dress; it was a very unflattering shade of green.
"What?" Joanna asked.
"Why are you dancing with him? He didn't even ask me if he could dance with you," Laurie stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Um, because he's my fiancé," Joanna stated matter-of-factly, holding up her left hand and wiggling her fingers to make the diamonds sparkle in the lights of the dance floor.
"I thought that he was just your boyfriend?"
"I guess I left out some minor details. Sorry," Joanna sneered.
She could be mean if she wanted to, and boy was she being mean.
"Well, he's still my date. Come on, Jackson!" Laurie grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her side.
I couldn't risk hurting her or exposing our secret, so I let her.
Joanna was livid by now.
"By the way," Laurie snipped. "You look like a fairy."
She turned and pulled me along with her, until I locked my knees and pulled my hand away.
"She's my fiancé, Laurie, and you won't talk to her that way," I snarled at her.
A crowd had formed and the kids were watching this all unfold before them with eager eyes.
"I can talk to her any way I want! Now come on, I'm going to show you a night you won't forget," she said, winking at me.
"The only night he won't forget is when we made love for the first time. Don't look at us that way!" Joanna retorted and then yelled at the crowd. "He loves me, and not you. Just accept that and walk away. Don't make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have."
When Joanna said all that, and the kids gave us weird looks about having sex, and then she reprimanded them for it, they all seemed to accept this and move on.
"Do what she says, Laurie, and you might keep the last shred of your pride that you have left," I told her.
Angry tears had welled up in her eyes and the shrieked and stomped through the doors, her friends scurrying behind her. Then entire gym erupted in applause and cheers. I rushed over to Joanna and caught her into my arms. I kissed her and she kissed me back.
"Let's go home," I told her, and she nodded in agreement.
We walked out of there, hand in hand, and neither of us could have been happier to do so.
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Warning!: Be there a sweet, and quite possessive, lemon after this message.
Joanna panted as she kissed my chest, paying extra attention to my collarbone. There's just something about it that she loves. The whole thing with Laurie had left us both aching with the need to get closer to each other. My shirt was open, but still on my shoulders. Her dress had been long discarded to the floor of the living room and she was there, on my lap, in only her lacey, white bikini underwear. She looked so beautiful as she whimpered and attempted to get my belt undone. Her hands were shaking.
"Shh, Jojo, calm down. Let me get it," I soothed her, and undid my belt easily.
"I can't believe I let that girl go with you. She held your hand and touched your chest and your arms. But your mine now and I'll make sure you know it. You will never do that again, do you hear me?"
Her voice was thickening with lust and her accent that got thicker when she was upset or aroused. Jasper's got that way too. Mine was just thick all the time.
"I'm yours. Always," I gasped as she stroked me through the material of my boxers.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" She purred, and I bucked my hips into her little hand.
"Please," I whimpered, wanting her on me.
"Shh, you'll get what you want. After I get what I want. I want you to whimper and cry out that you want to come. You. Are. Mine. I'm in control tonight, darlin'."
She pulled my pants and boxers down, pushing my shirt off as well. I was naked and at her mercy, and I loved it.
"Baby...please," I cried as she stroked me.
I was painfully aroused and wanted so badly to come. She smiled and chuckled softly.
"That's it, Jay," she whispered against my neck. "Come for me, sweetheart."
When I heard her tell me to come, I jumped as she sank her teeth into my neck. The pain, coupled with the pleasure, caused me to fall over the edge. All I could do was whimper her name over and over. That was the only word that would come to me. White hot pleasure shot through me and I arched into Joanna's hand.
"Joanna..." I whispered and she smiled.
Once I got my breath back and control over my limbs, and my muscles stopped tensing at every movement, I placed Joanna in the chair and went into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and wiped my release from my stomach. Joanna's stomach was covered in it as well, but I had something to take care of. I stroked myself until I was hard and ready again, wet the washcloth again, and went back into the living room. Joanna smiled and as I wiped off her stomach, she spotted the bite mark on my neck. She stole the washcloth from me and made me get in the chair. She straddled my lap and gingerly touched the cloth to the mark. It was bleeding a little still, but it didn't hurt. It stung a bit, but nothing unbearable. As she tossed the cloth onto the coffee table, she gave me an apologetic look. I smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead.
We were done being dominant and in control, we needed to be gentle and loving now. I rid her of her panties, pressing kisses to her stomach as I did so. It tensed as she ached for release. She straddled me, and eased herself down onto my member. She gripped onto my shoulders as she did so, and I could have cried with how good it felt to have her on me again. She loved to be in my lap while we made love, she liked it better than being on her back. She felt vulnerable on her back, and I would gladly have her ride me for the rest of eternity if it meant she was happy.
She was the one that was making me groan. She was one I was thrusting up to meet. She was the one that had her name cried out in velvet-soft, honey-sweet tones. She was the only woman in my life.
I was a one woman kind of guy, and I loved it.
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Jasper
Alice and I came home from hunting with Emmett and Rosalie, and we immediately halted when we found what was waiting for us at home. Joanna was on Jackson's lap, grinding her hips into his, and Jackson had his head thrown back, while Joanna peppered his neck with kisses. The sound of her kisses was soft and wet. They were both close, I could feel their pleasure and passion rising.
"Come for me, baby doll," Jackson murmured to Joanna.
Neither of them knew we were there, and neither Alice nor I could seem to move.
Joanna shook her head in anguish, choking out a soft sob. It was all too much for her, and she was losing it. Jackson reached down and stroked her, causing her muscles to jerk and convulse. Her voice was soft, but we could all hear it.
"I'm not going back. Never. Help me stay here, Jackson. Please," she whispered.
We all knew what she was talking about. She didn't want to keep going back to the horrible times of her past. She was fighting with everything she had to stay anchored in the present.
"I won't let you, Joanna. You're mine, and you will stay here with me," he told her, still stroking her.
Suddenly, she came hard, and Jackson followed her. Her back arched and Jackson laid his hand on it, holding her steady. She cried out, both in pain and pleasure, and screamed Jackson's name. As she came back, panting unevenly, she looked at Jackson with wide, gold eyes.
"I can't remember. Jackson, it's gone," she cried, cradling his face in her hands.
She crushed her lips to his, and he wrapped his arms around her. Alice and I slipped back a little, still unheard, but we could still see them, they just couldn't see us. After Joanna calmed her breathing, she lifted herself a little, and Jackson slipped from her. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his stomach. Jackson slid his shirt on her, leaving it open, and pulled on his boxers. They curled up in "their chair", and I could see both their muscles relax. They still tensed a little every now and then in the aftershocks of their orgasms, but they were completely spent. Joanna laid curled up on top of Jackson, while he laid across the chair sideways. Her body laid on his abdomen while her head rested on his chest, near his shoulder. They needed to be close and intimate with each other now, and they looked perfectly content.
Alice and I made our presence known by opening and closing the side door. Neither of them moved an inch. They just smiled at us, and snuggled even closer to each other. We left them alone, going upstairs.
Shame, shame I know your name, Jasper! Alice too, but still. Hope you liked it! 150 reviews? 155? Review and get a Cullen/Hale cookie of your choice! Lol.
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