A/N Hello all! I would like to say welcome to all of my new readers and welcome back to my returning readers. I am thrilled to have all of you reading this. This chapter is a little shorter (sorry). I've had a crazy week trying to figure out schooling and loans and housing. It's difficult to do that when your school is in another country 5 hours ahead of you. Communication takes a while. But it's out and that's what matters. Special thanks to Meikela for rec'ing this fic on her wonderful story 'Southern Charm.' I appreciate it! Okay, I'm done now.

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, only the plot is mine.

Chapter 8

JPov

I hate pop quizzes. I hated them as a student and I hate them as a teacher. I vowed that I would never inflict a pop quiz on my students. Of course that was back when I was naïve and thought that my all students would actually care about history. Even after teaching for several years, I still held tightly to the belief that the majority of my students were gaining something from my classes.

That beautiful bubble had been popped yesterday in my Western Civilisation class. As I was lecturing, I noticed that the majority of my students were asleep or listening to their iPods. In fact, out of 27 students only one was listening: my TA. That resulted in an unfortunate round of pop quizzes to let my students know that they were, in fact, in college. And this was a private college. Their parents were paying money for them to sit on their asses and listen to music or sleep, instead of learning about the French Jacobites.

The pop quizzes had another horrible effect. With my students completely engaged for 10 minutes, it gave me time to think. And my thoughts were not school appropriate. Images of Edward lying beneath me and touching me filled my head all day long.

We had been boyfriends for a week, and unlike my pop quiz bubble, I was positive that nothing could ruin this. Every day when I got off work I would go straight to Edward's house. We would talk, make out, have dinner together, make out, I would practice for an hour, and then we would make out some more until I had to go home.

We hadn't gone farther than we had the first time, but I was content to let us stay there for a while. I was willing to move at Edward's pace. So long as his pace wasn't 'snail'. I loved him, and was wiling to do a lot for him, but months of no sex? That would be hard to handle. I'd have to build him up slowly.

"Professor Whitlock?" My TA, Maria's, voice brought me back to the classroom where 27 eyes were fixed on me. "Professor, class is over."

"Right," I said, sitting up in my chair and looking at the clock, "pass in your quizzes. You'll have them in your mailboxes sometime on Monday. Have a good weekend." Please come to class sober on Monday. I internally added as I watched them file out the door.

Maria walked up to the desk, "Do you want me to grade those?"

"No, I got them. You can have a weekend off." I shuffled the papers into a pile and put them in my class folder.

"Great, cause I've got a psych paper to write and I haven't done any research for it yet," Maria grinned, "So it'll be a fun weekend. What about you? Got any big plans?"

Big plans? She had no fucking idea. If by big plans she meant meeting my boyfriend's sister for dinner that night, then yes, I had big fucking plans. I knew that I had met Alice before and we got along well. Hell, she had even set us up. Still, there was a desperate need to impress her and have her like me now that we were official.

"Oh yeah," I said, "Dinner and then grading these quizzes. Fun times. Have fun with that paper, Maria."

"Bye Professor W."

I rushed to my office, desperate to leave for the weekend and see Edward. I was hoping that we could spend all day Saturday and Sunday together. I had been let off the hook for practice tonight for the dinner, and I thought maybe I could convince Edward to let me make it up tomorrow. With sexual favours! I really had to get my mind under control; it was getting to the point where I was annoying myself.

As I was unlocking my office door, however, Bella walked down the hallway. Cringing a little, I tried to sneak into my office before she could talk to me. Unfortunately, she yelled me name down the hall. I was trapped. I made sure that my body was positioned halfway in the doorframe. I was within grabbing distance of my bag and keys, completely ready for a quick, if not desperate, get away.

"Hey Bella. How are you?" I asked. I mentally cursed myself for asking her a question, but then decided it would have been too rude to simply ask her what the hell she wanted. I'd call that plan B.

"I'm great! Actually, I was wondering what you're doing tonight. Some friends are going out and I'm the only singe one. I don't want to go stag, do I?" She laughed a little giggle which I'm sure was supposed to be cute and flirty, but instead made the hair on my arms stood up, "So I was hoping you could be my date for the night."

"I really can't Bella, I have dinner plans." I was pleased that, for once, I wasn't inventing plans to get out of doing things with her. She still didn't relent though.

"Well, I'm sure you could figure something out. I just don't want to be lonely there. Everyone else will have someone to talk to, except me."

This girl will never learn. "I can't. I'm not going to change my dinner plans for you, okay? It's an important dinner. I can't cancel." I said as forcefully as I could.

"What is it? What's so important that you would leave me on my own?"

"I'm meeting my boyfriend's sister." I waited a moment, looking for that to finally hit home. Her forehead crunched together as she thought, her lips tightly pressed together.

"What's his name?"

"Edward. I think you know him actually. Edward Cullen."

Her eye's widened, before turning into a glare, "You're going out with Edward?"

"Yep," I said, popping the p to make it extra annoying, "Now I'm sorry Bella, but I really need to go. Edward's expecting me, and I don't want to keep my man waiting." I winked at her before reaching into my office to grab my bag. I shut and locked my door, observing her out of the corner of my eye. I remembered Edward telling me about her little crush. I hadn't believed him; sure she was forceful, but she wouldn't cling on to a gay guy. I was beginning to believe him though. It made me feel a little sorry for Bella. Not sorry enough to talk to her, of course, but nonetheless.

"Bye Bella," I said. I walked down the hallway, and raced to my car. I couldn't drive fast enough to Edward's house. After fantasising about him in class, I was ready to get my hands on him.

I pulled into the driveway and quickly walked to the door. When I opened the door I heard the piano being played. Perfect, I knew exactly where he was. I dropped my bag on the couch and headed to the music room.

Edward was so engrossed in his music that he never heard me walk up behind him. Deciding on a sneak attack, I tried to walk as quietly as I could until I was close enough to touch him. I placed both of my hands on top of his, pressing my chest against his back, and kissed the side of his neck. He stilled beneath me.

"You can do whatever you want to me, but please don't rob me. My boyfriend's a bit of a gold digger, I need everything I have." He said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Ha ha, you're so fucking funny," I whispered into his neck, "If I were a thief, I wouldn't be breaking in to take your stuff. Your other offer is much more appealing."

"Really?" Edward swivelled around on the bench to face me.

"Hmm." I hummed. He grinned and brought both of his hands up to cup the back of my neck, drawing me down to him to, bringing our lips together. I had missed this. I had missed Edward close to me, the feel of his hands on me. Edward's tongue swiped over my lips, and I opened, finally being able to taste him. His hands grasped my hips and tugged forcefully pulling forward. I straddled him on the piano bench, pushing him back until he was laying on the piano, the dissonance of notes echoing around us. I broke away from his mouth and moved to kiss his neck, tasting and feeling his skin under my lips.

"I have thought about this all day," I growled out. Edward's moan in response made my cock harden, and I could no longer stop myself from pressing my erection against him. His hands buried in my hair, tugging delightfully with every nip of my teeth. I thrust against him again.

"Fuck," he hissed.

"Not yet, love, not yet." I drew down the zipper of his jeans and pulled his cock out. I dragged my thumb across the tip, watching Edward's eyes glaze over with lust. I began to slowly pump his cock; whispering to him and watching him throw his head back and bite his bottom lip.

"I've thought about touching you, tasting you, fucking you," I continued. Edward groaned and began thrusting into my hand. I was painfully hard and desperate for release, but for just this moment I wanted to focus on him.

"Will you let me fuck you someday, Edward?" I asked. I lifted his shirt up and attacked his chest. I took a nipple between my lips, grinning when I heard Edward's hiss of pleasure. "Will you let me inside you?"

Moaning in response, Edward grabbed my hand that was wrapped around his cock. I looked at him in question, but soon had to close my eyes when I felt his hand pull down the zipper of my pants. Once his hand wrapped around my cock, I resumed my ministrations on him. I kissed him deeply, sweeping my tongue into his mouth.

Too soon, I was no longer able to control myself. The feel of his hand moving on my cock, his palm brushing over the tip, joined with his thrusting against my hand soon sent me over the edge. In our final thrusts I thankfully had the foresight to grab a tissue. I kissed Edward deeply before bringing our cocks together and thrusting against him once more, covering our cocks with the tissue to catch our cum. Edward came a moment later, falling back against the piano keys again.

I cleaned him off and threw the tissue into the bin before crawling off him. Edward was still leaning against the piano, smiling beautifully at me.

"I don't think my piano has ever seen anything like that," he commented.

"Well, we've made it a grown-up then." Edward's grinned widened and he lifted himself off the bench. He gave me a light peck on the lips.

"I need to get dressed. Can't wear this out to dinner."

"Why do you think I grabbed the tissue? I don't have anything else to wear. And while I wouldn't mind going naked around here, I don't think Alice would appreciate it." I said, following him out of the room.

"That's not true. She'd appreciate it. But then I'd have to kill her for eyeing my boyfriend."

"Jealous?" I teased. Edward's face coloured a bit and he glared at me. "It's okay, love. I promise that I am in no way interested in Alice. Alec however…"

"Fuck off," he said, storming away and slamming his bedroom door in my face.

I laughed at him and decided I wasn't going to drop it. I pressed my ear against his door and listened to the sounds of him opening and closing his dresser drawers.

"I'm just saying love," I said through the door, "that if it comes up. What does he look like?" I laughed silently, waiting for the scathing answer I was sure to receive.

"You wanna go home with Alice and Alec tonight?" His voice filtered out the door.

"No! But maybe if Alec wants to—" The door opened revealing my slightly amused boyfriend. What I was going to say left my brain as soon as I saw him dressed in black slacks and a green oxford shirt. He is mine was all I could think in that moment.

"Well?" He asked.

"Fine, I wanna go home with you," I admitted.

Edward smiled and grabbed my hand, "Come on, we need to go, otherwise we'll be late."

I was nervous. I knew there was no need to for me to be nervous. Alice already liked me. She had introduced us thinking that we would be good for each other. Edward tried to reassure me, telling me that Alice had been very excited for both of us, shrieking with joy when she heard the news. I had no doubt that she liked the idea of Edward and me. What I was worried about was the reality of it.

What if she thought she made a mistake? What if she saw us interacting with each other and suddenly realised that I was a horrible choice for Edward? Would Edward stay with me if Alice told him she was wrong? Her approval was important to Edward. He never told me as much, but I knew that they had a close relationship. They had raised each other when their mother died; they were everything to each other.

Stop thinking like that Jasper. You won't be yourself if you're nervous. And don't drink too much! Drunken Jasper is hilarious, but not good for first impressions. I took several deep breaths to calm myself. Edward watched me out of the corner of his eye, but he understood that this was something I didn't want to talk about again. I was embarrassed that I was so nervous. I had met some boyfriend's families before and usually didn't give a damn whether they liked me or not. Edward was different though.

But if he asks me to meet his parents tomorrow, I'm running home and locking the fucking door. He'll have to break the door down and drag me out. I'm not ready to meet his parents yet.

Edward laid his hand on my knee, "Jasper, they're here."

I looked up to see a tall dark-haired man parting the crowd as he walked. A short woman bouncing behind him followed the man closely. Her black hair was as out of control as Edward's. I relaxed slightly at that thought, remembering how like Edward Alice really was. I didn't have to worry about her. As long as I showed her how much I loved her brother, she would like me.

Edward shook Alec's hand, exchanging a polite greeting with him. Then he turned to Alice, enveloping her in a great hug.

"Hey sis," he said. He released her and moved to my side taking my hand in his, "You remember Jasper, my boyfriend. And this is Alec."

Alec opened his mouth to say hello, but was cut off when Alice squealed before throwing her arms around me.

"What did I tell you Jasper? I told you to wait it out and give him time. I'm always right. Since you're part of the family, you'll have to learn to always listen to me. I know things. It's a talent of mine." She kept talking as I pleaded with Edward over her head, silently asking him to save me.

"How about we go eat?" Alec suggested, catching the look I sent Edward.

"Yes!" I said perhaps too enthusiastically.

"I'm starving," Alice said. She walked over to Alec, "I've been craving a steak all day." Alice and Alec walked to the hostess stand. Edward walked beside me.

"I told you she's likes you."

"She called me part of the family," I said, both thrilled and surprised that she would address me as such so soon. Edward looked taken aback by that. He looked at the floor and didn't say anything more to me.

"But she was just being Alice right? Overly accepting Alice." I said, trying to save the conversation. I was a little hurt that Edward seemed to have such a problem with Alice saying I was part of the family. I tried to remind myself that we had only been going out for a week, but regardless, my chest felt like something was pressing down on it.

"Right," Edward said. Then he walked away from me to join Alice and Alec. I followed him, wondering what had just happened. Worried that Edward was retreating from me, I tried to catch his eye. But as we were led to our table, he looked at me and smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"So tell me everything!" Alice demanded as soon as we sat down. "When did it happen, how did it happen? Who made the first move?"

"Alice, I think I told you that already," Edward said.

"It doesn't count. I want to hear it from Jasper. Besides, I sent him to you. I still remember the phone call we had after your first lesson. 'I don't think he likes me Alice. He seems mad at me.'"

"Well he did seem mad at me. I wasn't sure what I had done. Suddenly he was just grouchy. Never got an explanation for that," I said. I looked at Edward who was blushing again. "Why were you mean to me? You seemed fine the next week."

"I, well, I was attracted to you. And I thought you were rejecting me so I pulled away. Then I was pretty pissed and embarrassed," Edward looked at his hands while he said this. Then he lifted his head and looked at me defiantly, "But I wasn't mean. Distant or rude, maybe, but not mean."

Alice snorted into her drink that she had been sipping, "Edward, your idea of distant is actually really cold."

Edward raised an eyebrow at me. I just shrugged, "Maybe I was just too sensitive."

I didn't want to make Edward uncomfortable or upset so I changed the subject quickly, asking Alice about how she and Alec met. As Alice launched into a long story about the mean man who stole her drink in a bar and refused to admit it, I felt Edward take my hand underneath the table and give it a light squeeze. I smiled at him before turning my attention back to Alice.

My attention was stolen, however, when his hand slipped from mine. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to feel Edward whenever I could and I missed his hand in mine. I changed my mind when he put his hand on my thigh. My breath caught as he began kneading and drawing circles on my thigh. He never went higher than mid-thigh, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it avoided what would inevitably turn into an embarrassing situation, a curse because I wanted nothing more than his hand to ride up higher. He didn't deserve it, but the little tease was pissing me off.

I smacked his hand—hard—and earned myself a very pissed off glare. I tried to scold him subtly, but wasn't very successful.

"What the hell is so interesting that you aren't listening to my amazing story?" Alice demanded.

"Your brother is a little tease, that's all," I said, "Sorry, what were you saying."

"I was just telling you about the time Edward streaked through the mall."

"I never did that!" Edward yelled. I shushed him, looking around at the people throughout the restaurant who were staring, at us wondering what was going on.

"Well you weren't paying attention. If you don't listen to me I can tell Jasper whatever I want. Like there was this one time when our dad was going to be leaving for the weekend for work. Edward was in charge of me and I threw a party. Stickler Edward went around yelling at everyone and cleaning up after them, muttering to himself the whole time. Everyone thought he was really drunk, and after a while started deliberately making messes so they could see him rant and rave about the mess. It was hilarious!" The whole table was laughing except for Edward who had pursed his lips into a thin line. I was sure he was trying to burn Alice with his eyes.

"Babe, please tell me that's not true." I knew it was, though. I could see my Edward cleaning at a party and yelling at people for making a mess.

"Shut up. They were making a mess and dad would have killed us. Alice wasn't going to clean it." He was pouting at being teased, and it made him more adorable.

I leaned over to kiss him, "It's okay love. I think it's hot. And I'm okay with you taking care of me."

"You? Who said I am taking care of you?" Edward teased.

"You know you wanna," I shot back.

"Okay boys, keep it in your pants until after dinner." Alec said.

The rest of dinner was enjoyable. For several hours Alice told embarrassing stories about Edward and Edward retaliated by telling equally embarrassing stories about Alice. Eventually it became a battle for who could embarrass their sibling the most, with Alec and me laughing our asses off, while watching them go at it.

It wasn't until we were driving back to Edward's house when I remembered the discomfort from earlier in the evening. I struggled with whether to ask him about it or not. He seemed to have gotten over it, but I didn't want whatever it was to crop up later. Stop being a wimp and ask him. I gathered all my courage, reminded myself that I was Jasper Whitlock and I could take anything, and then dove in head first.

"So, what was wrong with you earlier?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Earlier today. After Alice and Alec showed up, you were weird and then you were acting like nothing happened."

Edward licked his lips and continued to stare ahead. I waited for him, not willing to let this go, no matter how long he took. Finally Edward sighed and I knew I was going to get an answer.

"It wasn't you, exactly. It was just something Alice said." That wasn't a good enough answer for me.

"What did Alice say?" I pressed.

Edward was quiet some more, "She said you are part of the family."

Oh. I had forgotten about that. Kind of. But once again, I remembered the emptiness of my chest when Edward didn't seem excited about her saying that.

"Well. She was just talking. It's not a big deal." I said, trying not to show how upset I was.

"I'm not upset by what she said," Edward said quickly.

"You're not? Cause you seemed pretty upset. I would understand if you are, it's still pretty soon for that."

"No that's not—"

"Really Edward, it's fine I understand."

"Jasper, I—"

"I mean, we've only been going out for a week." I rambled. Maybe if I kept talking the pain in my chest would go away.

"Jasper!" Edward yelled, getting my attention, "I'm not mad. I don't have a problem with what Alice said. I'm quiet because I liked it, okay? I really liked that she thought of you as family. My family. So, no, I don't really have a problem. But I'm worried because we've been going out for a week, and I should be worried that I like that my sister thinks you're family. That's my problem."

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