I was so damn happy I felt like prancing around like a retarded string bean. I was no longer walking around in crutches! I no longer need those cursed twigs to help me hobble along no longer. I still had a slight limp and walked slower than normal but whatever! I could deal and limp around no problem.
Life was amazing to add to that little sugar bit. Jasper's and I's relationship was amazing. It's been about two weeks since we admitted our feeling for each other and since then it's been fantastic.
And it's also been heating up slightly. The other day we were in his kitchen at his house, I was having a sparkling drink and some drops were resting on the side of my mouth and before I could wipe it away he snapped forward and kissed the drops away.
Well it started out innocent enough but those damned hormones took over and well...
We ended up having hot tongue sex in the kitchen...
Yeah I was having a really hard time not jumping him in the kitchen then.
He was just so damn sexy. One time he had a shower while I was chilling in his room studying that book "sign language for dummies", well he came back in the room, with nothing but a towel around his waist with his chest and abs still glimmering with moisture.
I practically came oceans just looking at him.
I think he knew I wanted to jump his bones because he looked at me, with me shamelessly looking him up and down and smirked then walked into his closet and got dressed. I was devastated.
And I was getting way better with sign language. I could actually hold a simple conversation now. And I rarely got my words or signs mixed up.
I was more than half way done my book; I only had about maybe two to five chapters left of the book left. But I always study each chapter relentlessly so I made sure I knew everything. And Jasper helped out a lot. He would go over everything and help me test myself on the chapters so that made it just that much easier.
He also would randomly start talking to me in sign so I could get the feel of it naturally. And he made sure his sign were slow and precise so I would get mixed up. I've seen him talk to his family in sign and seen his hands move with speedy grace.
And I later found out that sign he made when we were confessing out love for each other actually meant 'I love you'.
So I would do that sign at the most random times to him and he would smile the most beautiful dazzling smile ever and return the sign.
And my relationship with his whole family was getting better. Rosalie was nice enough but she didn't go out of her way to get buddy buddy with me. She smiled and says 'Hi' but other than that goes her other way. Alice, well she was great but hyper. She was the damn energizer bunny in designer heels.
And she always tried to con me into agreeing into a make-over. Guess she didn't like my graffiti T's and ripped jeans or skinnies. She also tried to get me to wear a pathetic piece of cloth called a 'Skirt' with six inch death traps. She obviously never met me...
And Emmett...how could someone not love him? He was an over-sized teddy bear. He was never serious. He always joked around and pulled pranks on everyone...including Jasper. And he always had this goofy smile. And sometimes he said stuff, stupid stuff and when people look at him like he's an idiot he doesn't get it. He just innocently says 'What?'.
Edward, well he had some serious music talent. He played the piano and was great at it too. He was more quite though. He and Alice were polar opposites but I think that's what made them such a great couple. But he did joke around though, him and Emmett always trying to get back at each other. It was almost childish but very funny.
I noticed Jasper kept away from the family more so. He did spend time with his sister and Esme but mostly kept to himself I guess.
Esme told me when I'm not there he hangs out by himself in his room. Only when I'm there he comes out and socializes with his family. But even then he just usually stays around me. Every once in awhile he plays X-box with Emmett but that's about it.
I also noticed tiny little scars kissing his neck. Some were so small and thin you could barely see it but some were a tiny bit bigger and thick you could see them when you look.
But you had to be like right up against him and look right at his neck to see the small scars.
I asked him once how he got the shower of scars. He tense up and looked at me with almost panicked eyes. I got worried and quickly blurted out he didn't have to tell me. He didn't really relax after that and the rest of the visit was wasted with uncomfortable silence.
That was the only time the air got tense between us and I had no desire to repeat it.
But the curiosity was eating away at my insides now. I wanted to know now. At first it was just an innocent question but the way he reacted when I asked, well now it was more so a nosy curiosity.
Well today was Saturday and I was going over to Jasper's. I was also hoping to do some digging around as to how he got those scars.
So right now I was driving down the winding road the led the world to the Cullen's under the grey sky. At least it was pissing outside. It's been just absolutely pouring out for the last few days.
Seeing the mansion come into view I smile and pulled my baby to a stop and killed the engine and hopped out. I almost fell over and slammed into the hood with uncomfortable force. Realizing too late that wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do.
Limping around my car I started to walk up to the house and saw the front door open up and saw Emmett emerge from the inside with his signature goody grin.
"Thought I heard the sound of an engine dying a slow death" He smiled.
"Don't hate the truck. And it sounds fine" I playfully glared.
"If you think that sound is fine" He pretended to shudder.
Rolling my eyes I walked past him into the mansion or as Emmett liked to call it "His little tiny homey abode".
He was different that's for sure.
"Bella" I heard Emse call out as she walked into the entry way with a friendly smile gracing her features.
She reached me and wrapped her arms around me in a snug embrace. Smile I hugged her back and Esme pulled back, still smiling.
"Jasper is upstairs in his room" She answered my unasked question.
"Thank you" I smiled and nodded my temporary farewell then made my way to the stairs.
Stairs were still tricky little bastards but I made my way up them fairly easily.
Wordlessly walking to his door I paused and was about to knock when I noticed my stupidity.
Rolling my eyes at myself I slowly opened the door and peeked in and almost said "Awww".
Walking into the room and shutting the door softly behind me I slowly crept towards the bed where Jasper slept.
He was on top of the covers, his head tilted slightly to his left, a few strands of hair in his closed eyes.
His lips were parted slightly as he breathed. I watched his chest move up and down as he breathed. His right hand was also resting on his stomach.
He looked at peace from here but as I got closer I saw his brow scrunched the slightest bit and his eyes moved behind his lids, signalling he was dreaming. And from his expression it wasn't that pleasant.
And his left hand also twitched the tiniest bit to and he moved his head to his right now and groaned softly.
His face took on a pained expression and his left hand tightened into a fist.
Slightly worried by this point I decided to wake him up. Creeping to his side I put my hand on his chest and shook him gently. Getting no response what so ever I huffed a breath and shook him a bit rougher. His eyes fluttered and slowly opened. He looked at me and squinted his eyes and blinked a lot until his eyes focused and he looked slightly confused as to why I was there.
"I like watching you sleep" I said plainly then stuck my tongue out.
That wasn't a creepy thing to say at all...
He playfully rolled his eyes and slowly sat up then looked around as he ran his hand through his hair. His hair looked good messy.
He looked at me and tapped his wrist, his own way of asking the time since looking at the digital clock in the corner of the room seems to have escaped him.
I looked at the digital clock saw it was 2:24 in the afternoon and looked back at him. He looked away slightly, his cheeks taking on the tiniest tint of pink. Awww he was embarrassed. How cute!
"Its 2:24" I smiled.
Then I realized he wasn't looking at me therefore didn't read what I said...
Sighing I tapped his shoulder and pointed to the clock when I has his attention.
Nodding he looked back and smiled softly.
I could just barely make out his scars. Before I knew what I was doing I reached out my right hand and gently ran my index finger along the scars, nothing but a feathers touch. He tensed up incredibly. I felt his neck muscle under my finger harden and I looked up in alarm.
He looked like a statue. He wasn't even daring to breath. His eyes were widened in slight panic as he stared at me.
"What happened to you Jasper?" I asked.
He flinched and moved away from me. He got up from the bed and walked to his closet.
Noticing all he had on was a wife beater I got up and dashed over, hoping to see if there was more scars. I took his shoulder and turned him around and saw his right side was sprinkled with tiny scars.
Gasping I saw his shoulder and upper arm had scars. His upper arm had a slightly bigger one then the rest. It was about an inch long but not the thick. The rest were only about a centimetre long and thin. But I also noticed only his right side had scars. Not his left. None at all.
I looked up and noticed his face had hardened. He wasn't exactly glaring but he wasn't looking at me in tenderness either.
Just as he was about to turn away from me I snatched his arm, halting his movement. He snapped his eyes in my direction and I almost took a step back. He was now glaring at me in annoyance.
This was the first time he looked at me in such a manner it took all my will not to flinch under his gaze. Trying to gather some back bone I opened my mouth to speak.
"What happened Jasper?" I asked him. He continued to glare at me for a few silent moments when he finally ripped his arm from my grip and stalked into his closet, pulled out a drawer, moved something around inside it and pulled out a folder.
He walked back up to me and all but shoved the folder into my hands, then rushed by me and walked to his computer chair, sat down and started to surf the net, completely ignoring my presence.
Unsure what to do, I walked to his bed, sat down slowly and sat the folder on the bed beside me, staring at it for what felt like hours when really it was only a few seconds. I could just tell whatever that was inside this folder was big.
Breathing a breath and forgetting to let it out as I opened the folder I almost chocked when I saw what was contained inside.
It was pictures. Pictures of a horrid car accident. I saw a crumpled up car and glass covering the cement and a few random police men in the picture.
I gingerly moved the picture aside and saw a news paper story. Picking it up I started to read it.
Car crash kills two
Thursday night a family of four were on their way home from what they thought to be a happy family night. Around nine o'clock on the way home the family were driving along Maple Avenue when a drunk on coming driver in the wrong line crashed into the family's vehicle head on.
It is said the driver and passenger did not survive. Police say they died instantly and that they believe there was no pain for them. The two who passed away were Jon Whitlock and his fiancée Crystal Hale. They were to be married next year spring.
The couple's twins who were resided in the back seat survived with minimal injuries. Police refuse to give out the Twin's names but have given out a few details. The twins were in shock and rushed to the hospital but doctors confirmed they had only minor injuries. They have no family left and now are in foster care at a local orphanage.
The drunk driver is in the hospital nursing his injuries while the courts and police wait for trial. The man is being charged with two counts of manslaughter and the possibility of getting his license taken away.
I read the story and just stared at the picture the news paper showed in pure shock. I knew his parents died in a car crash but I didn't know Jasper was actually a survivor of it. Setting the clipping down gingerly I looked down and stopped breathing.
There was a picture of Jasper no older than nine. He was looking up at the camera with a pure dead dull look in his eyes. The shine that resided in his eyes now wasn't in the picture. He had no expression what so ever. His neck was covered in little white bandages, without a doubt covering the cuts that are now scars decorating his neck. I also noticed up in his hair line on the right side of his forehead was a white bandage also, covering a scratch.
I picked up the picture and studied it, the dead look in his eyes, every little bandage, even his surroundings. I could tell this was taken in the hospital. Setting it aside I looked and saw a picture of his sister Rosalie. She was asleep in the picture. Her left eyes was black and blue and her lip was busted and swollen and her cheek and a small bandage on it also. Same with her neck.
They may have survived the accident but even they got cuts and scratches.
I put everything in the folder, barely being able to hold my tears at bay.
Jasper really got screwed over.
Born with no hearing, parents dying when he was just a kid while having no family at all left. The only family he has left is his twin Rosalie.
Now I felt like a major jackass.
He obviously didn't want me knowing but no I had to be a brown noser and snoop.
It wasn't even my business to know.
I pushed the folder aside and walked over to Jasper. I noticed he was reading something online and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, half expecting him to shrug my arms away. But he did nothing. Didn't even give a sign of acknowledgement that I existed.
Tears now escaping freely I rested my cheek on the top of his head and held him tighter. I tried not to sob as not to alert him I was crying. So I settled to breathe unsteadily.
After what seemed like forever he finally responded. He reached up his hand and held my forearm that was resting on his chest. He started to move so I let go and quickly wiped my eyes. I turned away from him slightly and sniffed silently. I didn't want him to know I was crying. For what reason I don't know, But I just didn't want him to know.
He put his hand on my shoulder and gently turned me to him but I kept my head down and turned slightly.
He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head to face him. I looked into his eyes as his widened slightly. I saw regret and guilt pass through there depths and I felt guilty also.
He leaned down and kissed my cheeks lightly and then pulled me to him. We stood there for an un-measureable amount of time, his arms wrapped around me snugly.
He pulled back and leaned down then kissed my lips. It was soft at first but our desire quickly fuelled our passionate exchange. His tongue snuck past the seam of my lips and started to caress my tongue. His caressed mine tenderly and lovingly at first but not long after we were fighting for dominance.
Inevitably we pulled back and we both sucked in much needed oxygen greedily. We stared into each other's eyes silently. His were no longer the pale blue-silver color they were normally. No, they darkened a few shades. And they were glazed over with lust and desire.
For me.
Well I hope the lust and desire was for me. I really hope he wasn't like imagining I was Megan fox or something while he was having tongue sex with me.
Oh I would be radiating confidence if he was...
He grabbed me and pulled me flush against his frame as he bent down and claimed my mouth once more. We continued to ravage each other's mouths as he led me to the bed. He hit the edge and he lowered me down, never breaking the kiss. He grabbed the folder and chucked it to an unknown corner of the room.
He slowly lowered himself on top of me and reclaimed my lips in a hot fiery dance of passion. I unconsciously wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me. He groaned into my mouth which just spiked my desire that much more.
He ran his hands down my body, resting on my hips and then he ground himself against me, making us both moan out loud at the sensation. I reached up, tangling my hands in his hair and kissed him hard as he continues to grind against me.
Thing were heating up fast and pleasurably and I loved it.
And we had on to many clothes. I reached down, my mouth still glued to his and tugged on his wife beater. He pulled back and I almost whined like a spoiled brat. I grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged it off and I groaned out loud. His body was damn perfection. Boy had to lift weights or something. You just can't get that playing guitar.
I looked up in his eyes, my eyes I'm sure portraying my wants and desires. He smirked and leaned down and started to kiss up and down my neck. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it fluidly off my torso. He shamelessly looked at my torso, my flat stomach and my modest mounds covered in a lavender bra.
Flushing I went to pull my arms across my chest when he grabbed my wrists then pushed me back, effectively pinning me under him.
"Beautiful" He mouthed.
He kissed my mouth soft, swiping his tongue across my lower lips lovingly.
He reached behind me, struggling for only a few seconds to unclasp my bra but he managed...barely.
Sliding it down my arms he threw it behind him and started to kiss and nip my color bone, making my need for him to physically ache.
Unfamiliar with the burning need I shifted, trying to ease the ache. He continued to kiss down my body, reaching the swell of my breast. He kissed around them, between them and finally brought up his hands and gently messaged the one while he did the unexpected. He brought the other into his mouth and started to suck, making my back arch in reaction. My hands wove into his hair involuntarily as I moaned as he twirled his tongue around my nipple and rolling it around his teeth.
The burning need intensified to what should be impossible heights. I bit my lip as it got hotter and stronger. My legs rubbed against each other in a futile attempt of friction.
Jasper then pulled back with a small pop and reached down to my jeans. He looked up questionably as his hand rested at the button and zipper, silently asking permission which I eagerly permitted. He undid the button and unzipped the zipper and pulled down my jeans down my legs then threw them on the ground but his bed.
He brought his hand to my knee's looked up again for permission which I nodded and then proceeded to gently spread my legs. He ran his fore finger and middle finger up my sex and I almost came undone. He guy was barely touching me and I was struggling not just ripping our clothes off and jumping him right here and now.
Screw this.
I brought my hands to the waist band of my panties and started to bring them down my legs. Catching what I was doing Jasper took them and pulled them down the rest of the way and threw them over his shoulder carelessly. If I wasn't so horny I would have laughed.
Now dressed in my birthday suit he looked back up at me and I noticed his eyes were almost black. They were such a dark shade of blue.
Still looking in my eyes he lowered his hand and slowly pushed his index finger in my sex. My back arched as I moaned out long and loud.
All he did was stick his finger in and I'm acting like a wanton bitch.
Too bad I don't care.
He pumped his finger in and out at a steady pace, never once looking away from my gaze. He added a second finger and pumped faster.
I never knew anything could feel so gooood.
My breath was now becoming ragged and fast. I was panting and moaning shamelessly, not really giving a rat's ass if someone heard me. I started to feel a coil start to tighten at an alarming speed in my lower abdomen. It finally snapped and I pushed my palm into my mouth as I cried out from odd yet amazing feeling.
Sucking in a much need breath I looked down at Jasper in amazement as he slowly pulled his fingers from my sex. He studied them then shrugged as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was odd but for some weird reason it turned me on just that much more, if that was even possible.
I sat up, grabbed his face and face raped him. I brought my hands down to his pants, quickly snapped the button open, ripped the zipper pen and tugged them down. Jasper pulled away, with me glaring at him impatiently which cause him to chuckle slightly. He stepped off the bed pulled his pants down his legs and stepped out them.
Moving faster then I knew I was capable of I reached over and tugged his black and gold silk boxers down also. I looked up and froze. There was Jasper's second in command literally looking me in the eye.
It was the first time I've seen this part of the male's anatomy and I was nervous yet oddly fascinated. Without thinking I reached forward and gently grasped it, causing him to groan softly.
It was hard but the skin was soft, almost like velvet.
Slowly pumping his shaft I looked up and saw his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly as his breathing got a little bit heavier.
Looking back at his second in command I look at the tip. I slowly leaned forward and brought my tongue out slightly and slightly the tip. Gaining more confidence I brought the head into my mouth and twirled my tongue around and pulled it out with a pop. I glanced up and saw Jasper's pleasured expression and starting to feel extremely bold I brought as much of him in my mouth and started to bob my head at an unsteady pace.
I was a virgin obviously, barely had a clue what I was doing. I was practically running on pure instinct.
After a few more minutes of sucking his anatomy he put his hand on the back of my head, gently tangling his hand in my hair and gently pulled me away.
I looked up worried.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked as he guided me back further on the bed.
He crawled on top of me and smiled then shook his head.
He lowered himself and started to kiss my neck tenderly and my collar bone.
He raised himself and looked at me.
"Don't have to" He mouthed.
I smiled and reached and caressed his cheek.
I spread my legs wider and he lowered himself between them, looked at me as he slowly started to enter me. I breathed out trying to relax and all I felt was slight discomfort. No pain at all. Not like those horror stories you hear when girls say it looks like someone shot their vag.
I wrapped my legs around him, brining him even deeper, causing us to both moan and he pulled out, the pushed back in. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as he started to pump in and out at a steady pace.
He wrapped his arms around me also, bringing me closer to him as he continued to make love to me.
He started to go faster and that coil returned.
I needed something, but still not quite sure what.
"Jasper" I groaned as I clawed at his back.
He hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure and he started to go even faster.
The coil started to tighten to the point of annoyance. I wanted the feeling of pure pleasure and bliss when it snaps. And it's not snapping.
Groaning in mixture of pleasure and annoyance I bucked against Jasper, hoping he would take the hint. And thank everything holy he did.
He pulled back, grabbed my hips in a vice hold, my right one aching slightly but I didn't care one bit. And he started to go at an insane pace.
Sweat started to collect on our brows, droplets resting on his neck like that of a necklace and trails of sweat down his chest. My neck and torso start to collect a light sheen of sweat also.
I could tell the coil was to the pint of snapping at any time. The erotic noises I was making were any sign of that. Jasper was also making his own noise that made me want him that much more. His groans and moans. They we far more frequent also, his noises of pleasure.
After what seemed like forever the coil snapped, sending a shock wave throughout my whole body as I called out Jasper's name.
Jasper seemed to quicken his pace, leaned forward, caught my lips in his and then let out a loud groan into my mouth. I felt hot liquid shoot into my body from where our bodies were connected.
Afterwards Jasper collapsed on me, breathing heavily. His weight wasn't uncomfortable, if anything it was comforting. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his slick body as he tried to catch his breath.
After a few moments he pulled out and rolled to his then pulled me to him. I looked into his eyes, they now a few shades lighter and looking sated.
He smiled tenderly and planted a soft kiss to my forehead. He pulled back too look at me.
"I love you" I said.
He smiled and held up his hand and did the "I love you" sign.
He then reached down and pulled the covers over out spent bodies. I cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Closing my eyes I listened to the sound of his breathing, the noise that lulled me to sleep.
~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~
Holy damn!
You have no idea how uncomfortable I was writing this lol.
This was my first lemon...how was it ? :/
I had to stop numerous times to write it. But i was all "Im not backing out!"
And wrote it and finished it.
Hopefully u all enjoyed the chapter. And if the lemon made u uncomfortable...im apologize lol.
And im sorry for the wait. I've actually been busy, as shocking as that is. I had no life and now I'm sorta busy which is god. Cant be on the comp all day lol. All thought it can b fun :P lol
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