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Ménage

Chapter 26 –Pureness All Over You

Jasper finished his last class happily. He was in a better mood today. He was more optimistic than he normally was, despite the foreboding dread plaguing him. He saw how his sullenness affected Bella aversely, and he was determined to be more positive.

He'd had lunch with his brothers, keeping the mood light. Emmett's little revelation helped with that.

"We're on the internet." He announced, biting into his sandwich.

"What?" Jasper knew about their ridiculous fansite already.

"I mean they videoed us." Emmett clarified. "When we were shopping for a bed. One of those shoppers must have been a student. There's a one minute video of us on the mattress. It's gotten like 2000 hits and hundreds of comments. We have our own YouTube. I'm actually disturbed by this."

"You're only just now disturbed? I was disturbed when you said the word 'poll'." Edward said.

"Yeah, but this is like a real violation of our privacy. I mean, I look hot as usual, but it doesn't give them the right to ogle me online. I'm just glad Bella wasn't with us. I'd have to strangle whoever took the video."

Jasper shuddered to think. Bella's presence did not need to be known. No one in Forks needed to know who she was or associate her face with them. It fucking pissed him off that anyone had the nerve to put that shit online. What if the wrong person saw it? They could get fired. James Mercury might stumble on it. As far as he knew, only students were aware of the website. It was like a secret society that you heard whispers about in the halls, but if all Emmett had to do was type in his name on Google, then anyone else could find it. Aside from that…it was absolutely embarrassing. That was reason enough to be pissed.

"I think she's going to be fine." Edward said, referring to her tests. It was weighing on everyone's minds.

"I hope so." Emmett sighed.

"Dad should be calling with the results any day." Jasper said. "That'll be one less problem to worry about." He took a drink from his soda.

"Am I the only one wondering who Bella's friend is?" Emmett asked.

"No." Edward and Jasper answered.

"I think about it all the time." Jasper frowned. "I hate that she keeps things from us. At this point, she should know that she can trust us. Nothing she says will diminish our love for her."

"I wish I could read her mind. It's more than not trusting us." Edward said.

"I feel you, bro." Emmett slapped him on the back. "Ready to go face your demons?"

"I'm ready to transfer to an all-boys school. I'm tired of hiding in closets."

Jasper stood up, grinning widely. "One day, when this mess is taken care of, we'll be able to show Bella off proudly. We can show them once and for all that we're taken."

"Won't that be the day? We'll have to take turns, though, if we don't want people to be aware of our relationship." Emmett said.

"Fuck that. Let them think what they want. I'm not ashamed. I'm pretty fucking proud, actually."

His mind was focused on seeing Bella all the way home. Anyone watching him might be under the impression that he was on drugs. He couldn't stop smiling. He had a good feeling about today.

They all rushed to the door, but Jasper beat them to it. As luck would have it, Bella was nearby.

His kiss lasted the longest. He attacked Bella's lips with a fervor, not bothering to contain himself. It was like that every day. The moment he tasted her sweet lips, he was complete.

Edward and Emmett had to have their turns, but he didn't mind. Much.

Bella cleared her throat. "So, your dad called."

That made them freeze. Jasper stared at her, trying to discern if it was good news or bad news. She didn't give anything away. If he looked close enough, he could make himself see despair and grief, but he might be fooling himself. There might not really be tears hiding in her tear ducts, ready to spill over. She may not be holding her breath, gasping to get the horrible, damning truth out. That might not be real at all.

Breathe.

He watched her swallow, imagining she was keeping a breakdown at bay. She was so delicate, but so strong. Such a contradictory. He was close to telling her that whatever it was, they'd be alright. He'd take her fear. He was afraid enough for the both of them. He was capable of masking it if it was for her benefit. Whatever it was, even if she was with his child, they'd figure it out. She wasn't alone.

Just say it. Say it.

Bella's small hand took a hold of his larger one, holding it in suspension for a second, a tight smile gracing her lips, and then she placed it over her stomach.

Jasper, Edward, and Emmett wore identical expressions of horror.

No!

A tear slipped out of her eye. "We're good here." She smiled. "I'm not pregnant. And here," she slid his hand further down to her crotch, "nothing wrong there. I'm clean."

Relief swept over them, and Bella was soon surrounded on all sides.

"So there's nothing wrong? Everything was negative?" Edward kissed the top of her head.

Bella wiped at her eyes, pulling back. "I'm a little anemic, a little underweight, but that's about it. Nothing unexpected or terrible. I just have to eat better and get some iron in me. See? All that worrying for nothing."

It was obvious to Jasper that Bella was trying to brush it off, but she was just as worried as they were, if not more.

"Thank god." Jasper hugged her tighter, showing no signs of letting go. Her warmth seeped into him, and together with Edward and Emmett, they created a protective shell around her.

"I knew you'd be fine." Emmett said. Bella just laughed and kissed him on the lips.

Jasper made lasagna for dinner to celebrate. Bella stayed close to him, remaining in the kitchen while he cooked. Emmett and Edward were there, too. Jasper had a feeling that Bella sensed his unwillingness to be away from her. He had made no secret of his desperate clinginess the past week. He was being pathetic, he knew, but he didn't care. He wanted her as near to him as possible. He rarely left a room that she was in, and when she went to another part of the house, he followed close behind until she insisted that she wanted to go to the bathroom alone, or needed some time by herself. He tried not feel slighted. He was squeezing her too tightly at times, and that was why she locked herself in one of the bedrooms for an hour at a time. To get away from him.

Edward was better. He followed her around, too, but he was under control more so than Jasper. He told Jasper that they should all give Bella her space.

"There are three of us constantly demanding her attention. That's not fair to her. As much as I don't like separating, I think she needs us to just back off every once in awhile."

Jasper couldn't help but roll his eyes. Edward was terribly wise. His logic was irking. Couldn't he simply be as pathetic as the rest of them sometime instead of saying shit like that? Of course Bella needed space. Jasper was well aware of that. But that didn't mean he was going to pretend to be okay with the distance. He believed in being honest about his emotions. He wore his heart on his sleeve.

Emmett was less somber about his neediness. Instead of appearing to be in pain like Jasper, he looked like a pouting child. A really tall, muscular, pouting child.

The night before, he'd actually picked Bella up while she was talking on the phone to Esme, and carried her into the bedroom. Esme was left on the phone, confused, until Jasper picked it up and told her that Bella was busy. Bypassing the awkward pause (neither wanted to bring up the subject of sex, as she was assuming (correctly) that one of her sons had run off with Bella), they scheduled their next dinner together. Esme was thrilled.

"You know, sweetie, the holidays are coming up." She said. "Did you want to help me cook dinner again this year?"

It was their tradition. Since both Jasper and his mother loved to cook, they always did the big holiday dinners together every year. She used to gush to people she knew about Jasper, and how rare it was to have a son who preferred cooking Thanksgiving dinner as opposed to watching a football game. She wasn't so sure this year, however, since Bella was now in the picture. She had noted the small changes in her eldest son, and felt the need to ask.

"Of course, mom. It's my favorite part of the holidays. We'll have to make up a menu soon." Jasper replied. He thought about asking Bella to join them, but decided to hold off until later.

If he could, he'd tie their hands together so that she'd always be at his side. Space, he remembered.

Bella sat quietly at the kitchen table, observing Jasper cook. He sensed her eyes on him, hiding a satisfied grin. He loved it when she was so keenly watching him. By now, though, he was also becoming more in tune. Bella had something to say, she just wasn't saying it. He wished she didn't hold back. She was always concerned with how they were going to react –and rightly so- that she bit her tongue and angsted instead.

But Jasper wasn't the only one watching. It wasn't very often that Edward or Emmett were anywhere other than with Bella. Right then, they were on either side of her, playing cards, their hands distracted by Bella's tempting legs.

"Love? Is something on your mind?" Edward asked her, seeing how unresponsive she was to their caresses. She was lost in thought, but she was staring at Jasper's back, contemplative.

"Just thinking." She said absentmindedly.

Jasper smirked, glad he wasn't facing her. He would wait. She'd talk eventually. Despite the fact that he wanted her to speak her mind more often, he found her adorable when she was like this.

Surely enough, it came out while they were eating.

"So," Bella began, "now that we know I'm clean, I was thinking we can talk about sex."

Emmett promptly stopped eating. Edward stilled. Jasper's eyes lit up.

So that's what she was thinking so hard about.

"What about it?" He said, his heart thudding.

"Well, we can, if you're okay with it…you know, do it. You know, we don't have to just kiss. Um…we can go all the way? Yes, that's what I'm trying to say. I mean, I'm ready when you are." She stuttered and wrung her hands throughout her mangled speech, but they got the point. They just wondered why the hell they hadn't thought of it before.

It was odd. Talking about tests and Bella being in the all-clear, Jasper hadn't thought about what that would mean for them sexually. He'd been assuming that sex was going to be a no-no for a good long while. He'd accepted it. He wanted to have sex, but he was happy enough with making out and all that other good stuff. He never imagined Bella would be the one to bring it up, or that it'd be on her mind. Was she thinking about this the whole time? Had she made up her mind that when -and if- the tests came back negative, they'd become intimate?

She was full of surprises.

Emmett was speechless. His jaw had officially dropped, and pieces if food were falling out.

"Really?" Jasper needed her to say it again.

"Uh…yes." She was blushing at their attention.

"Are you sure?" Edward said. "You're ready? You…want us?" He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Well yeah. Not right this second, but maybe the next time we get close, we don't have to hold back. If that's alright with you guys. There's no rush."

She went back to eating her dinner, trying to ignore the heated and amazed gazes coming her way.

"I wasn't expecting that." Jasper told her honestly. "I thought you'd want to wait."

Bella brushed her hair behind her ear. "I did. That was earlier on. Lately, though, I've changed my mind. I don't…" She sighed, having trouble telling them what she was thinking.

"You don't what?" Emmett asked, coming back to his senses.

"I don't want to say that I…that I love you," hurt flashed in their eyes, "because it's too soon. I know I have strong feelings for all of you." She smiled. "They took me by surprise. I thought that was never going to happen. I was determined to hate you from the beginning. I thought you guys were nuts."

Jasper raised his eyebrows.

"Which you are," Bella continued, "but not necessarily in a bad way. It's hard to admit to any of this, and I don't want to ruin it. I'm still confused. This is all so new to me. But I do know that I…desire you, and that I more than like you. It's safe enough to say that."

It is love. Jasper was sure of that. He didn't fault her for not saying it, though. She was being careful, and she was afraid. But it was there.

Like it was supposed to be.

"I guess I'll have to buy condoms." Emmett said.

Bella stifled a giggle. "If you want. I'd rather not get pregnant right now."

Edward gave her an inquisitive look. "We have to use condoms. If we don't, you will get pregnant."

"Maybe. I am on birth control, though." She was so casual when she said it, too.

"What, again?" Emmett asked, bewildered.

"How?" Jasper was tempted to have a look around and see if her friend was lurking in the bushes. "You couldn't have brought it with you."

"No." Bella sighed, putting her fork down. The time for bashfulness was over. It was time to be frank. "I was thinking ahead. So I asked Dr. Onslow to write me a prescription, which she gave me. And the refills…I obviously can't go get them myself, so…I asked your mom to get them for me when I run out."

"Mom is getting you birth control?" Jasper was shocked. He had spoken to her only yesterday, and all the time she knew more about his upcoming sex life than he did. He wouldn't be able to look her in the eye next time he saw her. She was getting his girlfriend birth control. She was aiding his sex life.

"We could get it for you." Edward said.

"I was embarrassed to ask." She confessed.

"But not mom?" He chuckled.

"No, that was embarrassing. It was even more embarrassing when I asked your dad to write my future prescriptions. You know, in case I get sick or something. I had to explain why I preferred him over Dr. Onslow. So…he's my doctor now."

"Dad too?"

"I want him to be my doctor from now on. I feel comfortable with him."

"Wait, wait," Emmett held up his hand, "does this mean we don't have to use condoms?" He tried not to sound too eager.

"It might be best to." Edward answered. "Birth control isn't a 100% guarantee. Neither are condoms."

"It's up to Bella." Jasper concluded. He wasn't going to be the one to say yes to condoms. When he made love to Bella, he didn't want any barriers. He wanted to feel every slick inch of her. But she was only eighteen. The choice should be hers, especially since she was the one who'd have to carry the child. The risk of pregnancy was still there, and children weren't a part of the plan for a few years at least. Unless she didn't want kids at all…

"We'll see." Bella said. "We could probably do without them."

Jasper couldn't wait.

"Are we going to just let it happen, or do you want to plan it?" The prudent Edward asked. Being the romantic, he was keen on the idea of planning it out.

Jasper had thought about it. He always imagined that he'd lose his virginity to her spontaneously, passionately. It was so easy to get caught in the heat of the moment, and he knew that he wouldn't regret it as long as she didn't.

"Whatever you want." Bella told Edward. "Another thing… I want to date you. Not just like this, but separately."

Date? Bella had been thinking things through, hadn't she?

"That'd be great, love." Edward grinned.

"We'd get to know each other better and have one-on-one time together." Bella elaborated. It wasn't easy giving them equal amounts of attention. She liked them all equally, but sometimes it bothered her how little she actually knew about them.

"I'm gonna take you out on a real date one day." Jasper touched his hand to her cheek. "But as long as I'm with you, anywhere is good."

Bella blushed.

"So, what, do the rest of leave the house or something?" Emmett wanted to know.

"Yes." Bella replied. Emmett was clearly unhappy with that prospect. "What? You know you'll get in the way, Emmett. You won't be able to stay away. Besides, you don't want them barging in on our date, do you?"

No, he did not.

"Good. So who wants to be my first date?"

There was nothing particularly special about Jasper and Bella's first official date, except that they were alone. There were no promises for afterwards. They'd go with the flow, so to speak. A simple dinner without any distractions, some kissing, dancing, and who knows what else: that was all. Both wondered if sex was going to be a part of the equation. It put them both on edge. It was a perfect opportunity, what with Emmett and Edward out of the way. They'd have privacy and time.

Edward and Emmett went out to the movies at six o'clock two days after Bella suggested the scheme. Jasper had won the debate of who would get to have the first date. He was the oldest, he argued, and that was final. So there.

Jasper went to his own room to get ready while Bella was in theirs. He dressed casual, taking more time than he cared to admit to choose the right shirt. Then he went to "pick her up". He knocked on the bedroom door, hearing her shuffle around a bit before opening it.

"Ready?" Jasper's breath hitched. She was always so fucking beautiful. It was effortless. He escorted her into the dining room.

He knew better than to bring up any touchy subjects. Dinner was going to be pleasant. He wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

"Alright, so I know that you're twenty-six, you're a high school history teacher, you give out detentions on a regular basis-"

"Only because they deserve it, Bella." Jasper said, putting on his best impression of himself at school.

Bella shook her head, amused. "I also now know that you're a bad actor. Thanks for that. Um, let's see…did you have any nicknames at school?"

"No, unless you count 'Jazz'. My brothers call me that, as I'm sure you know."

"I like that, actually." Bella said. "Hmm…favorite childhood memory?"

Jasper smiled. He loved that Bella wanted to know more about him. "That's a hard one."

Bella sniggered.

"Mind out of the gutter, missy." Jasper ordered. He saw a look of surprise flash across Bella's face.

"So that's what you sound like as a teacher. I can see why the girls like you." She teased.

Jasper narrowed his eyes. "I may have to give you detention, Miss. Mercury. Making fun of the teacher is not allowed."

Okay, Jasper, way to talk dirty during dinner. You're such a gentleman.

"Favorite childhood memory," Jasper moved away from the dirty talk, instead searching his mind for an answer, "I guess my favorite memories were of when we had summer vacations when I was a kid. The whole family would go down to the beach together for a few weeks. We had a house down there. I looked forward to it every year. We had the best times." He said. He thought back to those days before his grandfather, aunt, and Alice died.

"I'd like to take the kids there someday. It's a great place." It was a slip of the tongue, completely unintentional. But he said it. That was the point.

Bella scrunched her forehead. "Kids? You mean your students?"

That would be one crappy lie. "No, not my students, Bella." A silly idea, but why would she be thinking about their kids? It definitely wasn't date talk.

Bella got the gist of it. After living with his intense love for her, which was odd enough, it was only right to expect that he'd been gazing into the future and saw children in it. He was making plans while she was still unsure of tomorrow. He didn't expect her to say, 'Kids? I'd love them! Let's have them as soon as possible.'

No, he wasn't quite so delusional. He wanted a family with her, but he'd have to work to earn it and wait to get it. Aside from that, it was too soon. He and his brothers wanted to enjoy the freedom of not having children for a good long while. And, as he had to keep reminding himself, Bella was only eighteen. She wasn't even legal to drink. To some, she was still a child. So no, he had no plans for offspring any time soon.

"Jasper, do you want to have kids?" And there went the light banter of the night. Jasper was afraid he'd start another argument if they disagreed.

But he had to be honest. If there was one thing you could be sure of, it was that Jasper Cullen was an honest man. Bella wouldn't believe him if he said no, anyway.

"Yes, I do."

Which she already knew.

"Does that bother you?" Jasper asked, seeing that the news didn't make her happy. He hoped he was wrong.

"I don't know." She began picking at her food. "I haven't thought about kids a whole lot. I guess I don't care to have them. I never thought I would have kids, or get married. I didn't mind, though. Maybe I'm just not meant to have children. Anyway, I'm too young to be thinking about that."

Jasper's heart sunk. Then again, we have years to change her mind. Unless she really doesn't want any…as long as we have her.

More than anyone, she was the person he couldn't live without. He'd be happy as long as she was with him, loving him back. But he'd be even happier if they made a child together. Something they both created, were both a part of. It would be wrong to put pressure on her, however. They had time to play with, he told himself. She might be big with his baby in a few years time. Or Edward's. Or Emmett's. There was just no telling.

"I guess you'd be unhappy if you didn't have children." Bella thought aloud.

"No, darling, not unhappy." He put his hand over hers.

"But if you really want them, then you should have them." She protested.

"If I'm not having them with you, then I'm not having them with anyone." He stated simply. He couldn't believe she was questioning him on this.

"But Jasper, I might not be around in ten years. What will you do if I'm gone?"

Jasper's eyes darkened. "I'll die."

"Be serious, you have to live and move on."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes I do. I just don't want all of your future plans to depend on me. I might die, or we might break up. There's always a chance you'll fall in love with someone else and be happy-"

"None of that is ever going to happen. We will not break up, I will never fall for anyone else, and if you die, which I will do everything in my power to prevent, then I will die, too. It's that simple." He fixed her with his clear blue eyes, conveying to her that the subject was closed.

But it was Bella. The subject was not closed.

"Jasper, I don't want you to die because of me. Don't be so stubborn. You won't really kill yourself if I die. You won't."

"If I can't live without you, then it's impossible for me to live without you. Now drop it." He ground out through his teeth, hating that they were talking about her death. It was the worst thing to bring up.

"You're being melodramatic." Bella crossed her arms over her chest, badly hiding the fact that she was disturbed by what he said. "Think of all the people you'd be hurting."

"I'm selfish. We all are. My life wouldn't be worth living."

"You might regret saying that someday. You might change your mind about me."

"Why are you saying this? Bella, please drop it." He warned.

"I'm just trying to prepare you. I think it's good to be prepared for anything."

"I think it's good to not discuss your death." He'd just about had it.

"Fine. But when I die, you'd better not do anything drastic."

That was it.

Jasper was up and out of his chair with Bella's arms pinched at her sides as he gripped her.

"You're not going to die! What, are you planning something? Is that why you're 'preparing' me? So I won't be too upset when you've left?"

Bella flinched, but held her ground. "No! I want to stay, Jasper, I do, but that doesn't mean I will. Anything can happen. There are people out there who want to take me from here, and I can't guarantee that they won't succeed." They could both be brutally honest. He was willing to kill himself and she was more likely than not going to fall into the hands of a fiend, and she'd probably die.

"Who? Your father? I'll kill him!"

"Not just him."

"I see, your friend? The one you refuse to tell us about? What, are you in love with him?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why won't you say? Who is he? What am I supposed to think when you won't tell me?"

"I didn't think it was important. He's not important. But you'd get upset anyway."

"Too late for that. Who is he?"

Bella hesitated. He wasn't expecting the answer she gave.

"Victor."

Victor? Had that slime bag touched Bella?

And that pretty much did it for him.

"Victor? Did you fuck him?" He seethed at the thought.

Bella looked offended. "Of course not!" She managed to pry his arms from her then.

And she started walking away in a huff, muttering under her breath how she couldn't believe he'd say such a thing, and what was wrong with him?

Jasper followed her, taking hold of her arm. "He's never going to touch you again! No one will! You belong to us!"

Bella was furious. She was about to retort that she did not belong to them or anyone else, but he took her lips hostage before she could defend herself, forcing his mouth onto hers and plunging his tongue past her lips demandingly. Bella raised her hand to push him away, but he caught it, imprisoning it at her side.

He let her go for a second. "I love you." He said, hoarse. "You're torturing me, Bella. You have to be mine. You are mine. You are, say it."

Bella stared at him, a mixture of worry and sorrow painting her features. She was at a loss.

"Can't you just trust me?"

"I trust that I love you. I trust that we're made for each other. I trust that you mean well, but I don't trust that you'll stay. Tell me you will."

Bella started crying. "I will."

"Promise."

She shook her head. She wouldn't make promises.

"Promise." He tried again, but she refused to relent.

And that unraveled him. Jasper didn't think, he just knew that he had to make her his in the most primal of ways. He needed her, and he was free to have her.

He was losing his mind, the slight grip he had on his control rapidly slipping. He flung her over his shoulder. She didn't scream as he strode them into the bedroom. He knew he must be scaring her, and that killed him. He never wanted to frighten her. If only she would stay. If she would simply swear to that, then maybe he'd be able to go on with the night like normal. But she'd as good as said that she was leaving him. It was in her voice, behind her words.

Then he remembered Victor. The thought of anyone else touching her drove him crazy, and the weeks of pent up frustration were not helping. He wasn't being gentle, but fuck it, he was mad.

He laid Bella down on the bed, his eyes trained on her sprawled-out form as he moved on top of her.

He didn't wait to capture her lips in another bruising kiss, and it was with a startling realization that he discovered that she was kissing back, if only slightly. Or maybe he was just deluding himself again.

He was peeling off her shirt a moment later. He moved his mouth to her neck, nipping at her skin.

Bella whimpered. Whether it was in fear or in bliss, he didn't know.

Her shirt off and her bra somewhere on the floor, Jasper trailed down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth while his hand gave her other breast attention.

Bella's delicious moans reached his ears, but he was so focused on his task that he was almost deaf to it. He did hear her gasp, however, when he finally made it to her pussy. He wanted to make her cum. Hard. He swirled his tongue around her clit first. She was already wet for him. Him. No one else. She did want this.

"Jasper…" Bella mewled. He loved the way her hands tugged at his hair, urging him on.

Then he slipped two fingers into her tight hole, almost cumming at the feel of her soft walls.

"Jasper!"

He sucked on her clit faster, and it wasn't long before she was on the brink of release.

And then…

He stopped.

Popped open the button of his pants.

Undid his zipper.

Chucked them across the room.

Whipped his shirt off of his body.

Tore her skirt off.

Her panties were last, but he hesitated.

Looked at her.

She was panting, her chest flushed enticingly. He almost broke down weeping at the sight of her. There she was, beautiful and innocent, and here he was, forcing himself on her. How could he let this happen? He wasn't like that. All he wanted to do was make love to her properly, like she deserved. He wasn't meant to lose control and take her in a fit of jealousy and anger. It was supposed to be gentle and slow. Was there anything perfect in this world that he wouldn't ruin?

"I'm sorry." He choked. "I'm sorry, Bella. I'm a monster."

"I love you." He pressed his lips to hers. "Tell me to stop."

But she was always taking him by surprise.

"Never." She smiled wryly.

He was confused. "Bella, I have to stop. I'm hurting you. I'm…I'm forcing you. I'm so sorry. I didn't want this."

"Keep going, Jasper. Unless you really don't want to. But I'm ready if you are. I want you."

His ears must be deceiving him. She did not just say that.

"Bella…I won't be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop. Please…make love to me."

Jasper had imagined this moment a million times, but nothing prepared him for the real thing. He was beyond nervous. His cock throbbed, his heart pounded, and his hands were sweaty. He worried that he wouldn't please her, that he'd cum too fast and it'd be over before it really began.

But she was just as nervous, he realized. This was her first time since…well, that, and it was her first time consensually. He prayed he'd make her forget all the bad experiences; that she wouldn't regret this.

Bella brought her hand to the back of his neck and kissed him.

It was now or never.

Jasper hooked his fingers into her panties. He silently asked for permission to remove them. He didn't need to, but he felt it was right. They were quickly approaching the point of no return. As he slid the flimsy garment down her hips, past her legs, and threw them onto the floor, his self-control completely abandoned him. There was no going back.

Bella helped him discard his boxers. She laid back submissively, quivering lightly as they gazed at one another.

He settled between her spread thighs, trying to steady his nerves. She was perfect, like an angel. Looking at her calmed him enough to continue. With his hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. She shuddered, bracing herself.

"I love you." He murmured against her lips, before sliding his length into her tight heat for the first time.

Jasper nearly blew his load. He groaned at the sensations assaulting him, every nerve at attention. He reveled being squeezed by her soft, slick heat. By Bella. He was a part of her now. Slowly, slowly, he slid in the rest of the way.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She felt amazing. He'd never be able to last.

"Bella, darling, you feel so good." He lifted his head to look at her.

And make sure she was okay.

"Bella?" Her eyes were closed, mouth open in a silent cry. "Are you alright?" He barely got the words past his lips. All he could think about was thrusting into her over and over again. All he could feel was being inside of her. Because that was exactly it: he was inside of her.

Bella opened her eyes, brown meeting his blue. "Y-yes. Please keep going."

"Are you in pain?"

She beamed. "No. It feels fanfuckingtastic, Jasper. Move. God, please move." She whined, undulating her hips to get him to comply.

Jasper exulted. He had his cock inside her, and she felt good.

"Jasper, please move!"

With that, he drove into her, slamming his hips forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Bella cried out, grinding into him. She threw her leg over his waist, desperate for more, meeting each of his thrusts as he pounded into her.

Jasper grunted, overcome. His goal was to hold back, but she felt so fucking wonderful.

Don't cum. Don't cum.

He was close. He didn't want it to end so soon.

"Bella, darling, I'm gonna cum soon. I want you to cum with me. Tell me what to do." He slowed his movements. Bella grasped his hand and placed it where they were joined. He got the hint, pressing his finger to her swollen clit, and rubbing at her until she was writhing beneath him.

"Jasper!" Bella clawed at his back as she found her release. Jasper felt her walls fluttering around his cock, triggering his own release.

He cried out her name as he came undone, hit with wave after wave of pleasure until he collapsed on top of her.

"Bella…" he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

And that was how Edward and Emmett found them hours later.