Author's note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Here's what I think you've all been waiting for since…pssh, the beginning maybe? I know I've been waiting to write it (; I don't think I've ever held out so long…

Bella

I had decided, after the way the early afternoon turned out, that tonight was the night to show Jasper my tattoo – I was so excited that I could barely stay still for five minutes, and Jasper kept shooting me curious looks through the afternoon and early evening as we helped Peter and Char settle in. Peter gave my tattoo a 'health check,' as he liked to call it, and gave me the okay – it was still sore but it was clean and clear, and I couldn't wait any longer.

Peter and Jasper moved some furniture about that came with the house, while Char and I looked at paint samples – she was quite excited about lots of yellows, but some of them were a little…bright. Like neon.

I didn't say anything though, not at first at least – I was honest when she asked me a question, but I didn't say what I really felt like saying, which was 'Fuck, Char – do you want to live in a glowing yellow house?'

Eventually, she caught one of my unsure looks and she asked me point-blank if I liked yellow.

I said no.

She threw all the paint samples away and we started again – she turned to me with a, "Tell me next time, Sug', or we'll be wastin' a lot of time."

We picked out a nice pale pink for the lounge, deep red for Peter and Char's room, light blue for the bathrooms, pale lilac for the kitchen, and a deep green for mine and Jasper's room – I smiled at each choice, and that made Char smile too.

When we were finished, Char grinned, "I can't wait to decorate tomorrow, Bells!"

I did a double-take, "Tomorrow?"

"Of course! We have our home," Char smiled, "we want to start livin' in it."

I just nodded and shook it off as another vampiric impulse that they seemed to have – must decorate as soon as possible…must decorate…decorate…decorate…

Actually, I got pretty excited about that too – which was why Jasper was currently shooting me some large doses of curiosity from across the kitchen where he was looking at the pipes under the sink.

He still had his shirt on, but it was slightly wet from a leaky pipe and it clung to him like a dream. He had thoroughly distracted me from my task of thinking of ways to display my tattoo.

And now he was smirking smugly at my lust.

"What are you thinkin' so intently on, Sugar?" Jasper drawled, his darkened golden eyes peering at me from the shadows under the sink.

I shivered, knowing he only drawled like that and called me 'Sugar' when he was feeling excited – excited in a horny way, that is – and it made my lust increase.

I was just so ready for him – so unbelievably ready – that I physically ached.

I slipped off of the kitchen counter where I had previously been swinging my legs and looking out at the forest through the large windows, and sauntered over to Jasper – his eyes darkened further, until I could no longer distinguish them from the shadows.

He wasn't very interested in plumbing any more.

Jasper shimmied out from under the sink and shut the cabinet doors – as he moved his shirt rode up, and I licked my lips at the delicious sliver of skin and muscles I could see between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his tight jeans.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from getting up – Jasper watched me with hungry eyes, peering through his unruly blonde curls. I dragged my hand through his hair, relishing his low purr and lusty moan, and brushed his lips with mine.

"I love you, Major," I breathed, letting my other hand travel down his chest – I made sure to brush his nipples, and Jasper groaned against my mouth.

When I began tugging his shirt off, he moaned breathily, "Bel…la… Peter and…and Char…will be back…soon…"

They had gone out to get paint and supplies, and I couldn't help but think that their timing wasn't coincidental – Peter was a very, very good brother.

I smirked, "Should I stop, Major?"

Jasper shook his head fervently as I pulled off his shirt completely and paid attention to his nipples with my mouth, "God, no… Don't stop… Don't ever stop…"

"Yes, Sir," I breathed, kissing my way down his chest to that happy trail of golden hair tapering down into his jeans.

His hands were all over me as I took his zipper between my fingers, but one of his hands eventually ended up on my neck – the sensitive skin began to twinge slightly, and it reminded me that I was meant to be showing my tattoo to him and not seducing him.

I suppose I could do both…

I kissed Jasper softly, encouraging his wandering hands – when one of his fingers slipped beneath the bandage over my tattoo and I didn't stop him, Jasper pulled back.

"Bella?" He questioned softly, the expression on his face something akin to boyish glee.

I smiled, "Take my shirt off of me first, Major."

My t-shirt was gone in an instant, and Jasper was kissing me relentlessly – I pulled my hair over one shoulder, and gently disentangled myself from my lover.

I turned around with a devilish smirk and looked at him over my shoulder, "Go on, Cowboy. You've been patient enough – take a look."

I turned my head away and held my hair, and I waited to see what he would think – I was so excited that my stomach and throat were flooded with butterflies and my heart was thumping madly.

Please like it… Please like it…

I had been so confident of him loving it, that I never really thought about what would happen if he didn't – I forced away my insecurities, and focused on the love and joy that Jasper was sending me, intentionally or not.

His fingers slid under the bandage, and he pulled it away with the lightest of tugs…

Jasper

I stared down at Bella's beautiful neck and I felt my dead heart just…leap.

It was me.

On a horse.

On Bella's fucking neck.

She had a tattoo of me put on her skin permanently – and I loved it.

It was the Confederate Seal, and I raked my gaze over the flowers, and the ribbon, and the words…

The words… 'Major Vallo Nos' – Major Defends Us…

I just stared and stared – it was…perfect. Being pictured riding the horse reminded me of the horse I was given when I became a Major – his name was Mercury, and he was pure white with a shining silver mane…

But I kept going back to the words – did Bella know Latin? If she did, that was seriously kind of…hot – I could imagine teaching her all kinds of languages for all different purposes… We'd tried Spanish, but I had always had a soft spot for a little well-spoken Italian…

I was getting off track, and I realised that Bella was projecting some serious nervousness and worry – but even that wasn't enough to tear my eyes away from the most brilliant tattoo I had ever seen.

I was as hard as fuck and aching to take my sweet Bella…

I leant forwards and ensnared her in my arms, pressing my lips to the tattoo – I growled as I felt her lust increase and a moan pass her lips.

"I love you so fucking much," I growled, kissing the tattoo again and again – I was permanently on her body…forever…even through the change.

I kept that at the back of my mind to tell her later, because right then I was a little preoccupied with my lusting mate and my throbbing arousal.

The Major was hissing at me, begging to let him out to please our Bella, but even he knew that she wasn't ready for that yet – he pushed me to go faster, to lick her and arouse her…but I knew that I would take it too far.

I groaned, pulling away, "Bella, I love it."

She spun around, "Why are you stopping?"

"I'd take it too far, Baby – if you give me even an inch, I'm goin' to take a mile," I kissed her softly. "Not until you're ready."

Bella laughed, jumping into my lap and pleasing the General immensely, "Major."

I purred as she stroked my cheeks and grinned down at me – her mahogany locks fell around our faces, curtaining us off in our own little world as her beautiful scent enveloped me. It was getting hard to control the urge to just take her…

But her next words stunned me.

"I'm giving you your mile, Cowboy," Bella breathed, smiling at me with such love radiating from her that I couldn't help my goofy smile. "I'm ready. Right now."

I froze, and panic set in.

Now…as in NOW? As in 'Take me to bed right the fuck now'? Control? Have I got enough control? What about bloodlust? There'll be some blood… I've dealt with it before, but what if–

Bella pulled me from my spiralling thoughts, seeing the blatant panic on my face, "We don't have to do it right now, Jasper – if you're not ready, just say so."

I couldn't help but feel that our roles had been reversed.

"I love you," Bella breathed, kissing my mouth sweetly and letting her love pour through the contact – I relaxed immediately. "You don't have to make love to me now, Jasper. I want you to, but you don't have to. I know you're worrying, but I also know that it physically isn't possible for you to hurt me."

I knew it was true, what she was saying – everything in my entire body was wired up not to hurt my sweet, adorable Bella. Then it struck me that if Bella could bring me out of 'Major mode' safely, then she would be safe with me at any time.

My tense muscles melted and I chuckled, "I am such an idiot."

Bella nodded, looking mock-apologetic, "I know."

"You're so bad, Bella," I growled, swooping in and kissing her neck. "And I'd love to make love to you – right now."

Bella stiffened, but I felt it was out of excitement and not fear, "Really?"

"Only if you're ready, Darlin'," I whispered into her ear. "My little darlin'…"

Her skin was so hot against mine, and I pawed at the bra that was keeping me from seeing her beautiful chest – I growled against her mouth as I pulled it off with one short tug. Bella gasped, arching against me, and I took the opportunity to deepen our kiss – my tongue invaded her scorching mouth, and I groaned as her strawberry scent and taste just…flooded my entire being.

Then my nostrils were filled with something much sweeter.

I growled, "You're so wet for me, Bella…and it smells so delicious…"

I could feel her dampness through the crotch of her jeans, and I palmed her hot sex through the denim – Bella moaned, squirming under my touch as I pressed the hard seam of her jeans against her sensitive and throbbing button.

Her nails tried to score my back, and though it didn't do anything, it made electric shocks rocket down my spine to my aching erection.

I moaned, grinding myself against her, "Can you feel what you're doin' to me, Sweetheart?"

"Yesss…" Bella hissed.

I wrapped her legs around me and didn't waste any time in racing upstairs to our new room in this house – we had set up a make-shift bed earlier, with a soft mattress, pillows, and sheets and it was under the windows. While not enough to make me sparkle, the last, dying rays of sunlight made the white sheets glow, and I couldn't help but think that this was the perfect moment I had thought about – this was how to make love to Bella for the first time.

I kissed her tenderly as I unwrapped her legs from around me and then divested her of her jeans – Bella's lacy panties came down with them, and I couldn't help the loud, long moan full of want that left me.

Bella smiled down at me, pushing my curls back from my eyes, "Love me, Jasper."

I groaned, kissing my way up her leg to her stomach and then all the way up to her beautiful mouth. The rest of my actions up until I was laying Bella down on the mattress, were a blur – all I knew was that I was naked, Bella was naked, and we were lying in a bed of clouds.

The sun's last beams were turning the white covers and pillows into beautiful, soft shades of pink and yellow and I couldn't help but gaze down at Bella with reverence for a few moments – she was an angel, and her chocolate eyes glowed with love for me.

Bella reached up and kissed the corner of my mouth tenderly, "Now."

She spread her thighs for me, making the perfect space for me to nestle my hips – it was like home. I kissed her deeply as I tested her readiness, knowing that she would feel some pain – I didn't want to take it from her, because this memory would be beautiful and the pain meant I was making her mine. It was something I wanted her to remember for eternity.

Her silky wetness coated my fingertips and I pulled back from our kiss with a reassuring smile, "I adore you, Bella – more than I could possibly say – and now I'm goin' to show you."

Bella kept her gaze locked with mine as I pressed my tip against her entrance – when I slowly began to sink in, her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure. I could feel every ridge, every bump, every cell of her hot, tight tunnel and it drove me insane – I kept up a constant growl, fighting the desire of just slamming all the way into her.

"I love you," Bella gasped breathlessly, and it helped me regain my control.

When I met her barrier, I didn't stop – I could feel how ready she was, and I wanted this part to be over so she could feel the pleasure that my body could give hers.

With a short, sharp and swift thrust, I was inside my Bella completely.

And I never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.

I almost fucking whimpered, "God, Bella… Baby… Bella…you're the best – you're so incredible… You're mine forever…"

Bella moaned in reply, only emitting a little pain and discomfort.

I soothed her, running my hands through her curls but not manipulating anything she was feeling, "It'll pass, Baby… Just relax… That's right…"

I felt her muscles melt around me, and Bella gave me a lazy smile as she circled her hips slightly – I hissed in pleasure as I reached a spot deep within her that rubbed against my tip just right.

"Now, Jasper," Bella breathed. "Now, now, now…"

I chuckled, slowly sliding out of my woman…before sliding back in.

Bella made such a sexy noise in the back of her throat that I couldn't help automatically pulling back and driving in harder and faster – Bella cried out, pleasure rolling off of her in waves without an ounce of negativity.

As my hips rocked, my hands and mouth had their own mission to complete – my hands were happy to grasp Bella tightly and play with her perfect breasts, while my mouth was almost watering at the thought of kissing her throat and tasting her sweet, creamy skin.

My venom was nowhere to be seen, and I groaned happily as I sucked on Bella's neck – I smiled as I realised I could safely make love to my human mate. I had sex with humans while I was with Maria, but none of them left my tent alive and with their bodies still full of blood.

This, with Bella, was what I had waited for my entire life.

The way Bella arched her back, so she could grind her hips against mine and meet my thrusts so perfectly, was the thing I had been waiting for. The way Bella's mouth parted and her sweet, hot breath fanned over my face, was the thing I had been missing all these years. The way my name spilled from Bella's lips so beautifully, was the thing my ears had always been aching to hear…

"Jasper…" Bella panted, "Oh, God… Jasper! Jasper, I'm…I'm…"

I groaned, feeling her walls flutter around me almost teasingly, "I know… Me, too… So close…"

Bella's emotions spiralled, becoming that wonderful pulsing of ecstasy and pleasure before her orgasm took off – I felt myself being pulled into her bliss as it fused with mine. I involuntarily projected everything with my gift, keeping us in a bubble of love as the sun sank over the horizon – I felt a tugging sensation just below my navel as I watched the sunlight play brightly over Bella's face.

I kissed her fiercely as I thrust her over the edge – she cried out against my mouth, gripping me with her limbs as well as her walls on the inside. Her pleasure induced mine, and I roared as sank into my beautiful Bella one last time – she shook and shuddered beneath me as I felt myself release deep inside of her hot depths.

When I felt the last spasms of my orgasm fade away, I collapsed on top of her.

Bella gasped and I tried to roll away, but she just held me tighter, "No, don't move. I feel…safe…"

"Not…hurting?" I asked breathlessly – I was sure that that orgasm almost robbed me of my ability to form words, my tongue was so heavy.

Bella shook her head and snuffled into my chest as I wrapped my arms underneath and around her. I sighed, burying my face into her gorgeous, sweet-smelling hair.

It was only now, that I smelt her blood.

But it didn't do a thing for me.

I had related blood and sex together for such a long time, that I had been secretly worried about loving Bella – but the way her blood didn't prickle my throat, and only created a pleasurable tingle at the bottom of my spine, let me know that my worries had all been for naught.

I sighed into my Bella's hair again, drawing in her scent and the smell of sex – it was beautiful.

Bella

I woke up to yelling.

It was not the thing I wanted to hear when my body felt so good. It was like my heart had been directly injected with something that made everything seem right with the world – I was on Cloud Nine.

And on Cloud Nine, there was a fuck-load of yelling and growling.

I opened my eyes and rolled over to find that Jasper wasn't in bed with me, and I growled to myself pathetically. But his absence did wake me up, and I brushed my hair out of my face and sat up slowly.

My neck gave a twinge or two, and there was a slight ache in my hips, but my memory of Jasper finally making love to me made me feel like the ache was of the good kind – the kind that feels satisfying.

I managed to get to my feet and I blinked the sleep out of my eyes as I tried to see out of the window.

It was dark, definitely late, but there was a bright moon out in Forks and it illuminated the scene occurring on Peter and Char's patio. Jasper and Peter were standing before three huge wolves, and I had to rub my eyes a few times to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

They weren't.

The middle one was the biggest and scariest – it was about the size of a fully-grown horse, and it was snapping its huge teeth right in Jasper's face.

I automatically opened the window and yelled, "You puppies better get the fuck back from our Major or I will tell your mothers that you're out and messing with big scary vampires!"

The two other smaller wolves looked up at me with large black eyes, and I saw them spark with mirth. The larger wolf backed down a little, much to my surprise, but Jasper and Peter didn't relax.

Char suddenly came up behind me, "I know you've just cooled off the situation a little, Bells – and thank you for that – but you might want to continue when you're not one-hundred percent naked."

I nodded at her wisdom, not feeling self-conscious in the least, "Well, I was just joining in – everyone else seems to be taking their clothes off tonight."

Char smiled at me wickedly, "Don't give Peter any ideas."

"Already have!" I heard him call up.

I got dressed quickly, just pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt without any care.

I wasn't about to go down there and get myself killed by being stupid, but I wasn't going to stand by while werewolves snapped at my Major.

When Char and I exited the house and stepped onto the patio, Jasper and Peter hissed at us to stay back – we complied instantly, knowing that they wanted to just keep us safe.

Still, I couldn't help but inch forwards a little to get a better look at the wolves.

They were terrifying, of course, but something about them seemed more protective than aggressive. The two smaller wolves were both a deep brown, and I found myself looking at them intently, trying to see who they were beneath the fur. Did I know them? Did I grow up with them too, like Jake? Was one of them Jake?

"Quick update, Bella," Char whispered into my ear, linking my arm with hers. "The wolves arrived out of nowhere, the boys took their shirts off, and there's been a lot of growling – update complete."

I smiled and hugged Char closer to me, and we wrapped our arms around each other – we leant our heads against each others and watched what was going to happen.

"It's kind of exciting," I breathed, and Char nodded.

"I've never seen a shape-shifter before," she replied, scanning the wolves as I had done. Her nose wrinkled and she laughed, "I would've remembered if I'd smelt them – God, it's awful…"

I breathed in and all I could smell was Char's sweet scent and a woodsy smell, "I don't know what you're talking about, Char."

She rolled her eyes, "Of course not, Bells. You don't have our sense of smell." She looked at me curiously, "What do they smell like to you?"

I shrugged, "I can smell a warm, woodsy smell – if that's them, then they smell nice."

"You're lucky, Hon'." Char shuddered, "They smell terrible to us, and vice versa I assume." She perked up, "Oh, they've made a decision…"

The three wolves backed off slowly, not taking their eyes off the two badass Texan vamps – they melted into the forest and Jasper and Peter walked backwards towards us a little. Jasper turned his head to look at me, and then smiled when he saw how Char and I were holding one another – he sent me a dose of happiness and then turned back.

Of course, all of that was recorded in some secondary way because my primary sources of information were glued to Jasper's toned and exposed chest – I got a peek of it as he turned, and I wanted this stuff with the wolves to be over so we could go back to that lovely, lovely mattress and…

Jasper chuckled in front of me, not turning around, "Very soon, Darlin'."

I playfully rolled my eyes at Char, "Damn empath."

Char nudged me to make me look back at the forest, and when I did, three tall boys strode out – they were from the Rez and they were all wearing black shorts. I was glad that they brought those.

The tallest wasn't really a boy, he was a man, but he had that kind of look where it was hard to determine his age…and so did the other two, actually – maybe it was their muscles and their height, or their tribal tattoos…

I smiled, thinking of my own tattoo, "Oh, Char! I should show you!"

I pulled my hair to the side, turned in her arms and brushed away the collar of my shirt – her cold fingers held the fabric back and I heard a soft gasp.

"Oh, Bella…" Char breathed, "It's beautiful."

I turned back to face her, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Thank you. I love it, too."

We turned back to see what was happening, and were met with five pairs of eyes.

I made a motion with my hands for them to continue, and Jasper smirked before turning back to the wolves.

The tallest spoke first, "We don't want you here."

Well, that was certainly to the point.

"We know that," Jasper replied. "But we will only be staying for under two years, and then we will never return again."

The wolves' eyes raked over me, and the tallest spoke again, "Why is the girl here? I can see she's unharmed, and I know that if you had intended to hurt her she would already be dead."

"Bella is my mate," Jasper said, and the stern tone of his voice created a tingling between my thighs.

"Bella?" One of the younger ones asked, and all three looked visibly upset.

I nodded, "I'm Bella."

"Chief Swan's daughter?" The tallest asked, and I nodded again.

His eyes hardened and Jasper growled, "Is there a problem with this?"

The tallest shook his head, "It's sad that such a good friend has such a wrong daughter."

I was sure that I looked like I was about to explode, because I sure felt like it, and Jasper looked even more furious than that.

"Watch your tongue, Dog!" He hissed, "You're speaking about my mate!"

I heard the tall wolf mutter something about, 'Sick girl running with vampires…' and then the wolves had a quick discussion.

Eventually, the tallest came back and nodded to Jasper and Peter, "I've decided that you can stay for the time you have said, but no longer. There are to be no more that follow you, and you are to hunt off of our lands. Keep away from the Rez and we'll have no problems." He turned with the others to jog away, but called out over his shoulder, "Oh, and if you turn her, we'll have a war."

He said it so casually that I was sure he was almost joking – except all their faces told me they weren't.

When I was sure they had gone completely, I hissed, "What? I can never be one of you?"

I felt angry tears prickle the corners of my eyes, and then Jasper was suddenly standing in front of me.

"Bella, I'm going to turn you myself – we'll be together forever. Don't get upset. We'll go far away from here – they just don't want you turning anywhere near Forks. They won't know if you change away from here," Jasper soothed me, and he cuddled me close.

I inhaled his sweet autumn scent and I felt my body just melt against his – Jasper picked me up and walked us inside, keeping his face in my hair. When we were back in our new room, Jasper lay us down under the soft covers and pulled me tightly against him.

"I'm sorry," he breathed against my neck. "I'm sorry that I wasn't here when you woke up – I thought how I'd wake you up…"

I smiled, looking up at him as my fingertips danced over his naked chest, "You could send me off to sleep in the same way."

Jasper smirked, "You are my evil, little temptress…and I'm goin' to show you how much I love that."

"Hang on," I muttered. "Char said you took off your shirt when the wolves arrived – why did you do that?"

I had only just thought that was a little odd.

Jasper chuckled, kissing my neck and making me forget everything but him, "We took them off to show the wolves our scars – the bites show how dangerous we are. It's the only reason the wolves backed down as easily as they did, although we could have killed them easily if it did come to a fight."

I didn't have any coherent words ready, except for, "You should take your shirt off more often."

I knew Jasper was self-conscious, but just seeing his bare chest glowing in the moonlight had made my stomach burn hotly…

Jasper groaned, "You like it that much?"

"Yes," I breathed. "You're so beautiful…and hot…"

He laughed at me adding that, and then went back to my neck – I felt his cool tongue lapping at my pulse-point, and I arched against him.

"Get ready, Sugar," Jasper whispered seductively.

"Why?"

He grinned wickedly, his smile gleaming in the moonlight, "I'm not goin' to be lettin' you get much sleepin' done…"