I smiled into his surrender. The words finally escaping him with the last shred of resistance. I could taste the victory now, a deliciously spiced honey. I could hardly control myself. Colors swirled my mind accompanying the tingling feeling of my lips and tongue as it made contact with his. A new form of drug to me, though I hadn't the experience with any before. I could feel myself getting light-headed now as I gasped in between passionate collides of our mouths.
"Jasper," I moaned into him.
Something inhuman came from him now as he picked me up by my thighs, wrapping them tightly around his slender waist. A growl, or thunder perhaps. I could certainly feel the electricity that accompanied it, clapping over and over again between my ears.
I didn't want to embarrass myself in this way, but I didn't want him to stop either. My hands tangled in his hair as I took the very last bit that I could withstand before dropping them suddenly to his shoulders.
He pulled back then, to the delight of my lungs but the dismay of every other last part of me. I pulled a heavy breath into me now as deeply as I could manage.
He ducked his head, "My apologies Ma'am." He smirked raising his pitch-black eyes to mine, that devilish action. How I wish I could have something to affect him in the manner that he could. As terrified as I knew I should be, this somehow brought the very opposite reaction to me. I was…excited to say the least.
I just settled for shaking my head at him now, drawing myself even closer to his chest with my legs and arms. I nestled my face into that cool and hollow part of his muscular shoulder, allowing the feeling to wash over me and bring me back to some semblance of attention as I kissed gently into his neck.
"You have no idea how glad I am that you've finally given in, I knew it was just a matter of time." I giggled followed by a yawn.
A hollow little laugh rose from him and caught me by surprise.
"Yeah, yeah. Why don't we get you home before you become the third and fourth death of me tonight little one?"
I pushed away from him slightly, "I'm not ready to give any of this up just yet…Do you think Esme and Carlisle would be terribly disappointed if I spent the night in your bed again tonight?"
His eyebrows raised sharply along with the corner of his mouth; I could tell he was as intrigued by the idea as I was.
"I think it is quite safe to say that premarital sleepovers are by far the last thing that they would be upset about," he chuckled. "Besides, I think at this point that perhaps my bed is the safest place for such an enticing and beguiling little thing like you." He brushed a rouge curl away from my face.
"Is it too much to ask to stay in this position? I think I enjoy it a little too much." I hid my face into his collar.
"I'd say that's a reasonable request, though Darlin' the wind might bring too much of a chill to your bones." He wrapped Bella's sweater tightly around me now despite the rip in the sleeve.
"I think I can manage with my not so human little self." I whispered, reassuring him that I wasn't as fragile as he regarded me as.
"Suit yourself, though I don't expect you'll find much heat in our bed tonight either, so I suppose it's inevitable."
He tightened my legs around him again and hitched my ankles together behind him, "Now you keep yourself right there now, ya' hear?"
I nodded in response and did as I was told, another thrill surging through my body.
The wind whooshed by me, whipping my hair around my face and into his. He didn't seem to mind as he cradled one arm around my waist and the other supporting my bottom. That part I really did not mind.
As we slowed to finally a walk, light began to flood the area around us, and I knew we were back at the house.
"Not that it's what I really want, but you might wanna dismount Darlin'. Emmett isn't too far behind." He issued with two gentle smacks to my butt.
I leaned back to gauge his emotional state before I decided to toy around a bit. I released my hands and leaned all the way back, releasing my legs from him into a back walkover before he could tighten his grip on me.
The look in his eyes and smile on his face told me all I needed to know.
"Hey now, why don't you save that shit for after you get to the bedroom you two." Emmett boomed as he catapulted from a tree above with a massive thud. He came up behind me and threw me into the air and up onto his shoulders. "I need to take her to Carlisle bro if you don't mind."
The smile washed off of Jasper's face as his head and shoulders fell with remembrance of today's occurrences.
"Oh, stop with that pouting. It's hardly got anything on what happened to Bells during the honeymoon!" Emmett yelled in the direction of the house trying for a lighter mood.
Emmett didn't wait for a response but started to drag his foot into the ground repeatedly before bucking and trotting his way into the house.
We had gotten into the living room where the beautiful marble music room was, but we continued down an almost hidden hallway. He reached a large dark wooden door of which he opened immediately. Inside my eyes were instantly drawn to the thousands of books on shelves that must have been at least sixteen feet high. He twirled around, letting me take it all in before he placed his hands on my hips.
I put my hands on top of his instinctively, but didn't pay much more attention as I took in the rest of the room all the while being lifted off of his shoulders and placed in front of him.
"Wow," I breathed, not being able to think of much more. The room was much larger than I thought possible in any home. Just inside the entrance was a massive desk and leather luxury chair. The chair spun around and revealed Carlisle who seemed to be pouring over a journal that had to have been at least 200 years old if not more.
"Alice, I'm glad you've come back to us tonight." He set the journal down on the surface in front of him as he rose smoothly and made his way around the desk and towards me. He held out his hand for me expectantly.
"Really, I'm fine." I waived my hands in front of me nervously, remembering the tests that my visions had revealed him performing on me.
He raised his beautiful blond eyebrows at me giving a stern yet fatherly expression that told me it wasn't up for debate.
My shoulders dropped in defeat as I threw my hand up at him limply.
His cool fingers firmly grasped at my wrist before he started prodding. The rip Jasper had provided to Bella's sweater disallowed any masking of the injury. I winced involuntarily as his fingers found the soft inner part of my wrist.
His eyebrows knitted together in frustration, and it seemed almost disappointment. He sighed which further confirmed my suspicions.
"There are no fractures to the bones or tendons thankfully, though I can tell there is some damage to the delicate veins and arteries within."
"So…I'm dead, it's hopeless?" I tried for a lighter mood.
"Undoubtedly," he chuckled gently. "Though, sweetheart I still believe you are not all together wholly alive."
"Why did I know this would end in blood testing and laboratory experiments…" I huffed.
"Only anything that you have given your full and uncoerced consent for my dear." He eased as he lowered my hand back at my side slowly and almost reluctantly. He really was massively curious…but so was I, I suppose.
"…Only if you show me what you were reading Carlisle." I smiled, attempting to share in any moment with him. I wholeheartedly loved the feeling he gave me, a paternal nature that I never had for a single moment in my life.
He held up his hand in a motion towards his chair. I skipped over to it and plopped into the comfortable seat as I drew my legs under myself.
He gently took the book in his palms as he turned it over full of care and grace.
On it was a solid gold inscription that read "Carlisle Cullen 1732".
"Oh my, Carlisle, you truly are ancient!" I laughed as I looked up at his concentrated eyes.
He laughed in unison with me, "I supposed so, huh? I was just looking back at my medical journals to see if there was anything that could provide us with guidance on your condition."
"Condition? Oh, I know this one. It's for sure leprosy isn't it?" I joked with him.
"I'd never considered it, though I have not ruled anything off of the table just yet."
"I knew it," I whispered as I shook my head.
He glared at the book in disdain, urging it to give him the answers he sought.
I rolled my eyes before holding my forearm towards him, "Just promise me this is for research purposes only and that I won't find Emmett with a homemade juice box of my blood tomorrow morning." I surrendered.
He laughed relieved. "You have my word that had a hand in developing the very hippocratic oath that you've grown to trust with your human doctors. I might even be able to promise to follow it most strictly and morally than any of them could even hope to."
I nodded as I tucked my head into my shoulder, hiding my eyes from whatever would come next. Soon I heard the door bang open as Jasper barged into the room, Emmett already crouching defensively in front of us. Behind Jasper, everyone was there yet again, undeniably identical to my vision, "Goddamnit I hate when I'm right." I moaned to myself.
Edward laughing from the door frame where he was leaning casually, severely less tense than anyone in the room. "Yeah, you are not the only one who is right all of the time. Comes with the territory of being privy to the secrets of the universe." He winked and was rewarded a slap to the chest from Bella.
"Perhaps you would all like to step out," Carlisle offered as he produced a syringe and several multi-color vials from a medical bag near his desk. Jasper had come to me then; I hadn't flinched because I knew it was coming; only rolled my eyes again before palming my face with my free hand.
"Son?" Carlisle questioned softly with a knitted brow of concern.
"I'm fine," Jasper said easily. "I promise it looks worse than it really is." He turned his face from us. I could see most easy in this light the demon appearance he had. It was actually frightening the color that his eyes were. The darkest shade of black I had ever seen in my life.
I kept my eyes on Jasper, "I've seen it, he really is fine." I threw over my shoulder at Carlisle. I wasn't terrified as I had been in my vision, though maybe they were more my emotions of the time. Maybe I had always been in control and comfortable with it all, I wanted to believe I had some sort of choice.
I felt the pinch then.