CW - there is smut in this chapter, from the second-page break but if I've counted that wrong, where it truly starts is at 'Jasper picked her up' and it's bolded so you shouldn't be able to miss it. I have warned you and your reading consumption is now in your own hands.

Chapter 15

Silence Has A Sound

There was a maelstrom in Jasper's gaze as he calmly closed the door to her bedroom as Willow put laundry away. 'Edward's stepped out of the fight.'

Willow tipped her head and set the pair of jeans that she was hanging up down, she'd been going through her wardrobe for something to do. She leant in the doorway of her wardrobe. 'We had the idea that was gonna happen. Those two don't know what compromise is, Jasper. Let me guess, either she was at the fight, or he wasn't.'

Jasper hung up his jacket before he fell back onto her bed, boots firm on the floor, a sigh cleaving from his chest. 'Got it in one.'

Willow padded over to him and stepped between his knees, 'He's not even the strongest fighter, hon, and you both know it. Would it have been beneficial to have a mind-reader? Absolutely.' Jasper sat up, the flex of his thighs rolling under the pads of her fingers as he wrapped his arms around her. 'But eighteen Newborns, with the Pack? Look me in the eye and tell me you've had better odds?'

'When we had a telepath.' Willow gave a flat look but gave him that. Jasper pressed his forehead against her chest, and she coiled his curls around his fingers. 'Your heart rate is faster than usual.'

Willow pressed her face into his hair. 'You know why that is.'

Jasper's grip on her tightened just minutely. 'You're not gonna—'

'I swear if you finish that sentence.' Anxiety flashed with frustration and Jasper soothed it with a kiss above her racing heart and Willow let herself be settled before she tipped his face to her. 'That's not who you are. And if I asked you to step out, of something that you have far more experience in dealing with, wouldn't that be more selfish? Endangering everyone else, having it go on longer than necessary? I've said it before, Jasper Whitlock, you're a protector, and I more than trust you to make it back to me in one piece.' Willow pressed their foreheads together and they breathed in each other for a few seconds. 'Because if you don't, I'll go fucking AWOL and that probably won't pretty.'

Jasper's mouth tipped into a quiet shadow of a smile. 'I mean, you threatening to make Edward into a panpipe was hot.'

'I fuckin' meant it.'

Jasper stood then, 'My vicious little tactician.'

'It's hardly tactics,' Willow rebutted, with a shake of her head as she slid her hands to his chest, 'when it's just pointing out the obvious.'

And that's all it had been. It wasn't exactly rocket science to figure out that Victoria had wanted a bite out of Bella since Phoenix, Laurent had affirmed that when he went for Scott and her at the meadow. The redhead hadn't been very subtle according to her emotions and things had aligned with the same MO as when Waylon and a few others had gone missing before the trio had blown into town. But she had been smart, sending someone else to scope out the enemy, and, after realising her intel had been cut off, had resorted to the big guns, regardless of the threats in front of her. Victoria either thought that the Cullens would focus too much on the threat of the newborns and therefore, enable her to get to Bella, or the tension between the Wolves and the Coven would be the breaking point, to let her get Bella freely.

It hadn't taken a genius to work everything out.

That eyebrow she got in response spoke of trouble. 'The camping area?'

'Logic. It's between here and Seattle, closer to the city, therefore lessening the chances of the Newborns killing anyone else. It fits the parameters you and Peter was wanting and it's big enough that damage to the surrounding areas should be minimal. You're the one doing the heavy hitting here.'

Look, just because Willow was good at chess, at least in the people-kind, and mental, didn't mean she frothed at the bit constantly to play. One had to be able to work out how to navigate a complicated situation with a mother with a hair's width of a trigger and the Old and New Money of New Hampshire and New York. It was an experience that had her good at reading people, not some extra ability. It wasn't anything special.

Jasper kissed her then, firm, then it quickly turned languid. It was like his hand held the entire side of her head and he was trying to put his mark on her soul. 'Team effort. And at some point, gorgeous, I'll make you take a compliment.'

Their faces were inches from each other. 'Later, cowboy. We got a fight to win first.'

The ground was a cushion beneath her stomach as Willow added more to the watercolour piece she had begun to create the night before, headlamp on to enable her both hands. She added more detail to the Wolves' pelts with a tiny little brush, feet swinging in the air as Emmett and Jasper 'warmed up' and Rosalie and Alice nattered beside her. In her Dad's Goofy pullover, there was a sense of comfort in her bones as she relished in the bantering atmosphere between them.

Her eyes locked on the just-recently-settled bits of bark. 'Better not get that on my shit, Emmett.'

'What are you even doing?' Rosalie peered over her shoulder.

Willow rolled her eyes as she got a bit of brown paint on her brush to give one of the darker wolves a little more definition. 'Flyin' a kite on the roof, Rosebud, what's it look like?'

'Again, loving the sass.' The blonde teased as she leant over Willow's back, where her hair lay across it. 'When you threw that spritzer at Edward earlier? Will be cherishing that look for the rest of eternity. Not to mention the trachea as a panpipe.'

Emmett ended up in the dirt with a grunt. 'Fuck you, Jazz.' He shoved himself up and righted his shirt. 'Also, was I the only one to realise that Black had someone between him and Willow the other night or?'

'S'cause she ordered a hit on him.' Jasper grinned, proud as punch.

Esme's throat cleared from behind her, and Willow spun up, bark and dirt covering her still. 'Explain please.'

'It was after he kissed Bella and Leah said if anything did happen to text her and she'd sort it, so I did and apparently, it made me sound like a Mob boss or something. If anything, Esme, Leah, and Paul were both frothing at the bit to dole something out, so I was being helpful.'

'Besides,' Rosalie drawled, 'she wasn't even drinking gin the other night.'

Willow turned to give Rosalie a look. SHUT THE FUCK UP it said. She shoved her glasses up. 'I have never actually threatened anyone with physical violence under the influence though so if we could just move on from the topic at hand. Maybe focus on the POA for tonight…?'

Carlisle's look was amused as Edward and Bella came into the surrounding area. 'Well, as long as that never progressed…'

And Willow gave an innocent smile, 'Of course not.'

And it didn't. The rare times Rosalie put gin in something, Willow never had to go anywhere in public anyway. So, her sociopathic tendencies were harnessed, and everything was fine. Mostly. The hangover the next day was more than a little bit of a headache though.

Which was great fun when Emmett decided to make her breakfast and therefore drag every single pan out of the drawer. Never had she ever come as close to murder as she had at that moment.

Rosalie gave her a sunny grin and Willow wanted nothing more than to wail on her with her sketchbook because God damn it, Rosalie. The blonde stuck her tongue out and Willow flipped her off before the torch turned off as the Wolves came through the trees.

There were only four of them. Sam – the big black one. Jacob – the quadrupedal pelt of flame and embers. There was another that looked like a sun bear that was made a wolf but a little lighter, with the majority of their pelt deep chocolate where it gave way to a mask of honey and caramel. Then the last was a slightly sleeker one, smoke and soot melding together to create their fur pelt.

Could those two be Quil and Embry? She remembered them at the party, and Scott had mentioned that they were pretty much in each other's pockets before they had all Shifted. So, Willow was going to put them in the maybe category.

She'd maybe get around to asking them later. When they could talk.

There was something actually comforting about the cacophony that Jasper and Emmett made as Jasper went through a series of Emmett's weak spots before they moved to the small group attacks. Why did it look like Bella was literally about to have an arrhythmia?

The already pale girl looked a little grey in the face. Willow caught her eye and she shuffled over to join her on the tree and allowed Edward to focus more, offer a little tip or two and act as translator. Bella sank down beside her. 'How can you stand this?'

'I trust him.' Willow shrugged, using a Q-tip to soften the lemon yellow into the mustard that she had begun to add to the wolf closest to her. 'It's not that I'm not anxious, far from it, but he has the experience, he knows what he's doing, and I want her dead. Simple as that. So, take a breath, before you actually faint. In fact.' Willow handed her a cereal bar – Esme had put in a handful of both Willow and Bella's favourites – it was a crunchy Nature's Valley. 'You look peaky.'

'Seriously?'

Willow looked deliberately down to the bar and then to Bella, 'Absolutely. Eat it or I shove it down there like you're a baby bird.'

So, Bella picked at it, but the colour returned to her as Willow coloured in silence. Periodically, Willow looked up to tweak where the light source was coming from, or the shade of brown she was using. 'Anyone ever tell you that you can be quite forward?'

'Just when people frustrate me.'

'And I frustrate you?'

Willow nodded. 'But then again so does whatever is going on with,' she gestured to where Edward and Jacob were vaguely together, 'that.'

Bella gave her a look and she shrugged again. Willow had decided, much like Jasper had with his accent, that her holding back verbally had been a slight stumbling block because she was so used to keeping things in with her mother. Her mother wasn't in her life anymore. So, what was the point?

'Have you done most of the Wolves?'

'Couldn't get most of their colours last night,' Willow mused and spun the white ball point to add a sparkle to the Wolf's eye and then where the moon added that stark strip of white. The noise stopped and Willow gave a slight look up and found Edward walking into the centre. 'They'll be fine.'

Bella gave a silent nod and Willow nudged her to get her to eat again. If only to get her blood sugars up because she doubted anything particularly filling was enticing with all that anxiety that girl had. The shifting of mulch and dirt had Willow looking up and she watched the way the muscles and scapulae shifted and moved as Jacob Black made his way to her and Bella and settled by Bella.

He sniffed her sketchbook. 'No. You irritate me.'

Instead, Willow slid the watercolour card in between the page and the one below and began to get the basic lines for Emmett as the concentration on his face was so very unlike him. She could feel Bella and Jacob watching as she then added detail. The broadness of his shoulders and the taper of his waist that widened at his thighs, the bulk of his arms, stiffness to his jaw, tightness to his face as he took every little manoeuvre, every bit of detail and instruction that Jasper gave out, especially with Rosalie in the ring. This fight was different from the ones Jasper had been in before.

This time, each of the Cullens, each of the Wolves, had someone to fight for, a reason to bring them home. And that was stronger than the need for territory or feeding grounds.

'Why purple?'

'Colder tones.' She murmured, softening the lilac into the grey of the cheekbone. 'Using blue would be too stark, they have colour but more like bruising than warmth. Lilac and paler tones work better for this lot than they would, say, Demetri or Felix. They would be on a greyer scale than say this one,' Willow tipped her head towards Jacob, flipped to a page to the back and began to do a basic colour swatch. Luckily her alcohol markers blended like butter. 'Not entirely because they still have a darker complexion to us but enough that you can clearly see a difference.'

'They look the same.'

'Okay, so that I can see a difference.' Willow tipped her head and swapped her lilac for a deeper lavender, 'watch.' So, she did the same swatch. 'You see how the way the light hits that it doesn't have quite a warm shine to it compared to this one?'

'A little.'

'Because the base colour, this one,' the lavender was held up, 'is colder on the colour scale than this one,' the lilac was held up, 'which means that when you layer it, it ends up still slightly cooler than the other.'

'That's whack.'

'Yeah. Colour theory is just weird.'

Out of the corner of her eye, during her little art lesson, Willow watched the absent shed of anxiety and panic from Bella's shoulders and went back to her portrait of Emmett and kept a quiet stream of chatter. Not of anything important, just trying to project an aura of calm so that Bella would subconsciously mimic it. Bella's hand had begun to thread through Jacob's scruff and Willow had no doubt the mix of dopamine and serotonin helped as well.

There were two aspects to Willow doing that. Not only did it make sitting with Bella easier – Willow had always been hypervigilant of tension in the air, a side effect of the Harringtons – but it made teaching easier for Jasper and Willow cuddled the gratitude and love he sent to her chest.

And Bella hadn't even realised that the others were finished for the morning until Jacob forced himself up. The Wolf had fallen into a doze, though he probably got everything in the Pack Mind Link thing anyway, no doubt the rhythmic passing of Bella's hand akin to someone running a hand through one's hair.

Jacob shook himself, gave Bella a nudge to the side of the head and trotted off into the trees. Willow watched him go, more so seeing the way the colours shifted, and how his frame moved than anything else. She shook her head, still something baffled by the Wolves being a Thing, and slid a piece of thin cardboard in between the new piece and shut it.

'So, what's the plan for the campsite?' she asked as she took Jasper's hand and let him pull her up, and absently took the stray bits of bark and leaves that had clung to his shoulders off. Edward cleared his throat and there was something about the look on his face. '…I fucking hate you.'

'It's a good defensive spot.' He shrugged. 'I know you hate it—'

'No, no,' Willow cut in, 'I don't just hate there, I detest it with every fibre of my being.'

Bella looked between them, utterly confused. 'Where are we camping?'

'Wendigo Peak.'

'Wendigos aren't real.' Edward sighed and Willow scoffed, beginning to follow Jasper to the edge of the clearing.

'And Romeo and Juliet are just a story and yet.'

He gave her a flat look. 'Low blow.'

Jasper caught her eye as she righted her bag on her back. Play nice for now. The emotions he sent her pleaded gently and the sigh was heavy. 'Fine. I'll go, doesn't mean I have to like it.'

'I have no doubt you'll be letting me know.' Edward drawled and Willow flipped him off before Jasper tapped her thigh.

She would be. But they both knew it would be a distraction technique more than anything.

Willow packed her day pack as Jasper had a shower after dinner that night – he'd nipped up to hunt, enough to stave off the hunger, not enough to feel uncomfortably sloshy. Her knee sock would go on the following morning but knowing Bella, the little med kit was probably a good idea. That went in the front pouch. Layers mainly went in – a pair of gloves, a hat, a scarf – a portable heat pack for her knee, a thick pair of socks, a few snacks, her sunglasses, sunscreen, a Swiss Army Knife, a compass, and a map of the Park along with several blankets. The weather report had hinted at an early snowfall so Willow wanted to be prepared. She'd probably put her iPod in there, maybe a smaller sketchpad and pencil set because she'd be going with Edward up the Mountain whilst Bella and Jacob would take longer.

Anxiety coiled around her shoulders, a phantom python licking the air for the taste of it but there was nothing Willow could do right now. Jasper had trained them as much as he could, had drilled them for hours the previous night, and now was just the waiting game.

Awareness fought back the anxiety and a kiss lay on the side of her neck where her – Jasper's – flannel and her paint-stained t-shirt had slipped off to expose the skin there. Willow tipped her head to rest against the opposite shoulder and tangled her fingers into the ones that had tugged her against the firm chest behind her. 'If I could freeze this moment,' Jasper murmured in her ear and caused a scattering of goosebumps across her shoulder as he mouthed behind it, 'I would.'

'How 'bout after everything's dealt with?' Willow mused and turned to face him. His curls were still a little damp because he really wasn't into doing much with them, much to her utter bafflement, and Willow coiled one around her finger before she cupped his face. 'Then all we gotta deal with, cowboy, is whatever those two drag us into next?'

'Sophomore year of college for you.' Jasper tipped his head down and Willow let her eyes flutter shut as his hands ghosted up her back to hold her face, encompassing the sides easily. There was something about the way Jasper held her that just always made Willow feel so safe. Like nothing could ever happen to her if he was there.

Now, Willow had been raised to be an independent woman, and prided herself on that, never letting a partner dictate or order her about or break down her decisions but they never even came close to the bond she had with Jasper. The word 'partner' had just been some meaningless word until he walked into that homeroom.

She'd always liked the concept of Soul Mates, had always known, at least deep down, that Imelda and her father had never been, and had hoped for one herself. She liked to read and reread the mythos on it, how Plato had described that humans used to have multiple heads and sets of arms and legs until Zeus had torn them apart and scattered them throughout the globe, to have them forever wandering to find the missing parts of themselves.

She didn't realise what that could have felt like until Jasper had taken her hand in Art and something in her had awoken and had gone 'Hello, you.' Willow couldn't imagine anyone else to cherish her heart for however long forever was other than Jasper Whitlock.

Willow kissed him then. Something that could translate the emotions she couldn't name in her chest and curled her hands around the back of his neck, in the collar of his shirt, as she pushed up onto her toes. His hand coiled into her hair where she had taken it from its braid and the kiss deepened as the tightening of his fingers had Willow gasping

In the next few minutes, the two tried to emboss each other onto the other's souls.

Jasper picked her up, and after he put her on the bed and crawled up after her, caging her against the pillows, his hands seemed to be everywhere. His flannel, her shirt, bra and jeans were scattered to the floor between kisses that seared and fanned the flames that began to spark in her stomach.

Willow shuddered when his hand slid to bracket the other hip and he tugged her to press right up against him where she could feel him against the rough denim of his jeans. Jasper bent over her and caught the hands that went to touch him, kissing the digits on both before using one of his own to pin them above her head. 'Not yet, sweetness. My turn.'

'Please…'

'Shh…' Jasper murmured, his voice liquid sin, syrup sweet, as he mouthed a fading bruise on her collarbone, 'you know I'll give you what you want, darlin', a lil patience makes it all worthwhile though, don't you think?'

Willow knew it did and more than trusted Jasper to give her what she wanted but she wanted it now. Not in several minutes, damn it. The groan-tinged growl that vibrated from his chest when her hips rolled against him in frustration, and she received a dark look riddled with promise through those honey strands and Jasper prowled up her body to hover centimetres from her face. Her knuckles whitened from the grip she had on the pillows. 'If you don't behave, things'll just take longer, gorgeous. And we both know how impatience you get.'

'You're being mean.' Willow glared at him, a hint of a pout on her mouth.

Jasper shook his head, and lowered it closer as he cupped her jaw, thumb strumming that lip, breathe puffing into her mouth. 'No, I'm not. What I plan to do is to entangle my scent into your very cell structure so that those Newborns know who they ain't allowed touch. That Victoria knows who exactly she's playin' these games with.'

There was a dark promise in those eyes, black onyx having consumed the honey yellow. One that probably had others running with fear down into their DNA, but never with her. No, Jasper Whitlock hadn't ever given her a reason to be terrified.

Her hands came down and cupped his face and she wanted a kiss. And Willow would have his kiss.

Jasper's hand claimed the small of her back, and traced up the length of her spine before consuming the back of her head as the other pulled her into his lap, and he swallowed the shuddering gasp that escaped her as her centre tangled with gravity and rocked down on the hard denim on his thigh. It was cruel to have him still mostly dressed and her not but the texture against her centre, the sharpness of his cool skin against her own flushed thighs was delicious. 'There we go,' Jasper's voice crooned in her ear, fanned the climbing flames in her stomach, the base of her spine as his hand shifted to her waist, helped ease the weight off her bad knee as the other tangled in the loose ends of her hair and tugged. 'Take it, gorgeous. That's my girl.'

Willow shuddered through the orgasm and moaned into Jasper's neck, breath gasping into his skin as everything because borderline too much as he coaxed her back down again before following her back down onto the bed. Her fingers were a little numb as she grasped at his jeans, wanting them off, wanting him now. 'Don't you shush me, Jasper Whitlock.' She growled as he ducked a laugh against her flushed neck, and licked the pools of sweat that developed in the dips of her collarbones.

'Who says I'm gonna do that?' he whispered into her pulse and between one second and the next he was pressing into her and groaning deep into her neck and hiking a leg over his hip. 'Fuck.'

There was something so hot in hearing him give into those sounds. Jasper was always very put together, even around those he never considered a threat. But to hear him enjoy the pleasure that Willow helped to create, well it did something to a girl's ego.

They moved together, more than perfected this dance, enjoying each other's touch, each other's pleasure but Willow wouldn't lie and not acknowledge the underlying sense of franticness in the drive of their hips, the shifting of Jasper's grip to her waist as he pulled her to sit deeper, the way he didn't linger. She could feel it, tingling at the tips of her fingers, the want to have time stop and just put the overhanging fight to the back of the shelf.

A shudder rolled down her spine as tension in her stomach bubbled to the surface. A whine was torn from the back of her throat as Willow bared it, she could feel the edge, could touch it with the tips of her fingers, but she couldn't get it, not completely.

Jasper caged her into the bed, like all she could hear, touch, or sense was him and everything was hyperaware of each place they touched. 'Jasper…' Willow hiccupped and clutched at his shoulders as he hummed lazily with each snap of his hips, and dragged wet, biting kisses up her neck. 'Please..'

'Relax, sweetness,' his voice, fuck, his voice, 'you know I'll have you coming several times more tonight so what's the rush?' There had to be a smirk on his face as he kissed her, deep like he was trying to claim everything about her. 'I like you right where I have you. Even as frustrated as you are. I can feel how close you are, hmm, what if I just did…this? There we go.'

Willow shuddered as her body became alight once again. 'Fuck, you dick.'

'But you're so pretty when you come, darlin'.' He murmured, rolling his hips again to reignite that spark in her.

'I want you.'

Jasper traced his nose along her cheekbone, across the constellation of freckles and nipped at her ear as he brought their connected hands to her headboard, secured her hands around one of the bits of wood there before tracing fire down her arm. 'Well, then you better hold on tight, sweetheart.'

Oh, she was gonna be in for a long night.

The two of them were quiet as they stood in the shower, after multiple rounds. Willow tilted her face up as Jasper massaged the shampoo into her scalp, her hands tracing lattices of scars on his ribs. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, as he helped the water rinse the suds from her long hair. 'I won't say for you to be careful,' Willow broke the silence, as she focused on a thick set on Jasper's shoulder, 'because saying that sounds stupid. I'm…I don't know what I'm trying to say.'

Jasper's hand was tepid from the water as it cupped her face, bare from any makeup remains, leaving his girl looking so much younger than usual. He touched their foreheads together under the shower head. 'I will come back to you.'

'I know.' Willow's voice was a croak. She was too nervous to let it be at a normal level. 'I know you will. And it'll be over before it even really begins.'

'Oh, querida.' The Spanish had her focusing on Jasper as he shut the water off, bundled her up in a dressing gown and dressed before he placed her on top of her drawers. He had never called her something in Spanish before. Willow had heard him swear in it, under his breath, sometimes when Peter had been a dick when they were in Texas; when Emmett tried to get the jump on him, when Rosalie had Shelled him in a race, but never actually heard it said directly to her. Jasper stepped between her knees, sweatpants on, and cupped her face after tucking her hair back and out from her dressing gown.

'You're more'n allowed to worry,' Jasper murmured, accent thick, thicker than usual. 'Our numbers are better'n I've had usually, and the Wolves give us an advan'age.'

She lifted a hand to his face, watched as he caught it and kissed her digits and palm, 'I just want you to be able to leave it behind, you know? You don't deserve to have to be dragged back into it all.'

Jasper looked at her like he couldn't quite work out what he had done to have her in his life before he held her face. Her eyes fluttered at his touch. 'I need you t'listen t'me, hmm?' she nodded, 'If every scar I got back in the Wars mean that I have the experience to make this the fastest fight possible, to get that bitch's head on a spike, for the pain she put you through, and to get back to you, my Gods-given solace, then I would go through it tenfold. If, in goin' through all that, it put me on a path to you then why would I change it?'

'I want it to be over.' Willow murmured, the confession bitter in her mouth as she pushed out of his grip and pressed her face into his neck. 'And every time I look at Edward or Bella I want to scream at them. And then I realise what it won't achieve and get so angry. It's like I'm angry all the time.'

Like she'd been stewing in it since the funeral, leaving everything to taste like burnt coffee on her palette.

Distantly, Willow knew that she hadn't worked through everything completely. She had gone to Dr Florence a time or two since then, explained what had happened and Dr F had helped a little, but Willow couldn't exactly say that she knew who had killed her father and that not only that, but her best friend was dead, an immortal, and it was because of Edward and Bella.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Everyone else had moved on so quickly from Italy, and yet Willow just constantly found herself getting angry. Or just that anger rekindling every time she saw the two.

And she hated it.

Willow hadn't been an angry person. Ever. And for it to become a faux-comfort had her off-kilter.

'I know you do.' Jasper's voice broke her back, focused her, as easy as the cooling hand on the back of her head. 'And when Victoria is dead, then things will settle for you. I promise you, Wilhelmina.'

Fatigue hit her then, having been given time to bubble between the multiple rounds, the shower and now the emotional bloodletting, and Willow sagged into Jasper's body. He steadied her and became a leaning post as he coaxed her into pyjamas. A shirt of his, the neroli and jasmine soothing the raw edges of her palette and a simple pair of underwear.

'Let's get you to bed, cariño.' Jasper lifted her, arm braced behind her back, the other around the back of her knees. Willow let out a negative sound because if she went to bed, then tomorrow would be here and Jasper would have to fight without her. 'Shh,' he murmured as he slid her, and then himself, beneath the covers, and began to run his fingers through her hair, 'I'm not going anywhere.'

'Be'ter n't.'

The slow, soothing motions of her hair being played with and whatever emotional cocktail Jasper released into the air, along with just him being near her, within arm's length, tamed whatever vicious anxious creature had stirred in her chest enough that Willow tucked her face into the notch of his shoulder and let Morpheus do their work.

TL;DR - they fuck. Simple as that with hints of slight power exchange between them that, whilst not shown in the chapters, they have talked about and both are giving enthusiastic consent here.

We have now three chapters left to the end of Eclipse, so I hope you're all excited for what's next. All I will say is that Wisper will be having a Mummy 2 before Ahm-Shere kiss and there it at that.

I still haven't decided what exactly I'll do for the pacing in Breaking Dawn, probs gonna wing it if I'm honest. It may not even be alternate chapters, depending on what the brain decides. I haven't worked out a lot of things logistically yet, and should probably do so but I work great under pressure.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and for my fellow spicey readers and writers, mayhaps your opinion on said smut because I think I'm getting more confident, especially with the most recent chapter I've finished but hey, any advice would be great.

Enjoy,

K x