Hello again! I know I just posted chapter three less than a full day ago, but I've been dying to write this chapter for a while! So of course I spit it out reeaaalll quick lol. It's full of lemony goodness (I'm sure you've all been waiting for it!), and part of it is in Jasper's POV. I've been thinking about how to write things from his point of view, and someone's review (;p) even brought it to my attention that it would be nice to know what he was thinking. So, sit back and enjoy. Make sure your hands are above the blanket, because if you start moanin' and groanin' while reading this, we all know what you're doing!
D/C: I do not own Twilight, nor do I own any of the characters portrayed in the book and/or movie. I do, however, own a bottle of hair dye so I can get rid of the red I had experimented with and bring myself back to my blonde glory. Wish me luck, I'm hoping it doesn't turn green! 3 Ash
Bella's POV
The house was buried in a blanket of darkness, all but the flickering of the television. I had been sound asleep, curled up on my end of the couch, dreaming of the desert and the hot air on my face. I suddenly found myself staring into the darkness, woken from my dreams by something. I didn't know what, so I remained motionless while I listened.
And then I heard it- a soft mumbling coming from the other end of the couch. I straightened myself and tried as hard as I could to see in the dim light of the muted TV. There, curled up on the other end, was Jasper. Mentally I laughed at the fact that two nights in a row we had fallen asleep on a couch. He began to mumble again and I strained myself to hear what he was saying. After a few minutes I gave up and stumbled into a standing position. The television was playing an infomercial for something called a 'GyroBall'. I watched in amusement at people throwing a bowl around, marveling in the fact that the contents remained in the bowl.
"Huh," I mused. I shook my head and walked to stand next to Jasper. He was lying on his side, facing the back of the couch. His arms were curled under his head, creating a makeshift pillow. His long legs were bent at the knees and hanging half off of the cushions. He had discarded his vest earlier, and I was somewhat pleased to see that his shirt was slightly raised on his body. A patch of skin was visible, pleading to be touched. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was begging for trouble, constantly putting myself in situations where my 'womanly urges' came into play. Why was I doing this to myself? I would- should- be able to ignore it all together, but whenever Jasper did something I found adorable, I found my vision clouded with uncertainty.
"Jasper," I whispered. I had to wake him up and send him home. "Jasper, wake up." I looked at the clock on the wall and gaped when I saw that it was midnight. How the hell did it get to be so late? My eyes darted around the room and I saw that my mothers coat was hanging on the coat rack by the door. When did she get home? Why hadn't she woken us up? I walked to the door and glanced outside, confirming that my mother's car was parked behind Jasper's truck, but the police cruiser was missing. I guess my dad had to work late.
"Jasper!" I called louder this time. He stirred, but only curled into a tighter ball. I shrugged and reached out for him, making the decision to let him sleep. I patted down his pocket, looking for his cell phone. When I found it in the first pocket, I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled it out. He had two missed calls from his mother and winced apologetically at the electronic screen. It was too late to call, but a text would suffice. Opening a new window, I sent his mother a quick text:
Hey it's Bella. J is asleep on my couch and won't wake up. I'll have him come home first thing in the morning. Sorry!
Locking his phone, I pocketed it and eyed Jasper for a minute. Would he be more comfortable on the couch, or should I bring him upstairs to sleep on my bed? I immediately shot down the last possibility, knowing that if my dad came home and found Jasper in bed with me, his gun would not just be something for show.
Just then my phone rang, and I jumped in surprise. Grabbing it, I smiled when I saw that it was Edward.
"Hello?" I whispered. There was a little bit of static, but when I heard his voice, I was in heaven.
"Bella? Sweetie, are you okay?" I plopped down in the recliner to the left of the sofa and closed my eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little clumsy. How's your trip? How are you? I miss you!" I could hear Edward sigh.
"I miss you, too, love. I wish the trip wasn't three freaking weeks long." I heard some noise in the background and some muffled voices. "Alice says hello, and to tell you to call her tomorrow. Apparently she tried to call Jasper earlier but he wasn't answering his phone." Edward laughed and I looked over at the sleeping figure.
"I'll tell Jasper tomorrow to call her back. I'd tell him now but he's asleep."
Pause.
"What do you mean, 'he's asleep'?" I looked at the couch again and then back at the television. Did I make a mistake telling Edward that I was around Jasper while he slept?
"Jasper and I hung out tonight," I explained calmly. "He and I both fell asleep on the couch. I actually just woke up, and I'm headed upstairs while I let him sleep on the couch." Silence. I sighed and stood, making my way towards the front door. Opening it, I stepped out into the brisk air so I could speak louder.
"What, Edward?"
"I just didn't think you guys were going to be that close while we were gone." I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second while I stared into the night incredulously. My temper suddenly flared, but I took deep breaths trying to stay somewhat calm.
"Edward, you and Alice were the ones that wanted Jasper and I to spend time with one another while you were gone. So, we are. And we are having a great time! We were watching a movie tonight and we both fell asleep, what do you want me to say? Would you rather me ignore him for the rest of the time and be miserable? Huh?" I could sense my voice rising in the air, and bit back the need to shout. Any raised voices in this neighborhood at this time of night would have, well, my dad called.
Edward groaned and I could hear a door close.
"No, Bella, that's not what I want. Just forget I said anything." His voice was clipped, and I sensed that this was not actually the end of the conversation.
"I have to go," I muttered.
"Really? Or do you just not want to talk?" Edward's question was right on the money, and I chose the honest route at the moment.
"I don't want to talk to you. Get your head out of your ass and call me tomorrow," I said. "I love you, enjoy your vacation." Edward sighed and I could almost see him nodding.
"Okay, Bella. I love you. I'm sorry, and I promise tomorrow I will completely enema free." I laughed and smiled, knowing that I was just tired. No need to pick a fight with the boyfriend that was a million miles away.
"Good night," I whispered, and hung up the phone. I stood on my front porch for a few more minutes, welcoming the silence. It was one thing that I praised my dad for- choosing a town to relocate us to that was indeed worthy of creating a quiet life in.
I turned around and headed back in the house, and right over to the sleeping Jasper. I reached down and smoothed out a few unruly curls, smiling when his face calmed even further. Grabbing the notebook he and I had used to plan the party, I scribbled a quick note on it:
J- Went upstairs to sleep. You're hard to wake up! I texted your mom, so go back to bed and I'll see you in the morning.- B
Dad- Don't shoot Jasper. He passed out. Love you!
I turned off the television, sending the room into complete darkness. Climbing the stairs, I pushed my way into my room and changed into a pair of boy short underwear and a tank top. Climbing under the covers, I groaned as my limbs stretched out. I loved the feeling of cold sheets when I went to bed.
I lay in the dark for several minutes, letting the darkness lull me to sleep. But right before I welcomed Mr. Sandman, my bedroom door opened and closed. My eyes opened wide and watched as Jasper kicked off his socks and rubbed his hand over his face. There was a loud knocking sound in the room, and it didn't take long for me to identify it as my heartbeat. Jasper then pulled off his shirt, and I bit back a gasp at the sight of him half clothed. He walked over to my drawers and opened one, pulling out a random t-shirt and pulling it on. I recognized it as one of Charlie's police shirts and felt a heat burn through me. Jasper looked good. He then reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off to reveal his boxers. I tried not to stare, really I did. But as he walked over to my bed and pulled back the comforter to climb in, I swore my eyeballs were going to pop out of my head.
He shimmied down the length of the bed and made sure the sheets were covering both of us before he lay his head down on my pillow, not three inches away from me. His blue eyes looked at me in the darkness and he smiled.
"You left me out there, B. Not cool." His voice was quiet and somehow seemed to belong in the room.
"Sorry," I whispered. Jasper just sighed and put his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. I found myself surrounded in a Jasper cage, eyes still open wide. I could feel him press his nose into my hair, careful not to touch my stitches, and inhale. My fingers twitched and I moved my left hand up to his chest, grasping the fabric of the shirt lightly. I could feel his hard muscles beneath and closed my eyes, biting my bottom lip. I was no longer tired, all thoughts of sleep gone. He moved his legs forward a bit and I felt his feet nudge my own. I glanced up, hoping that he wouldn't see the panic and confusion in my eyes.
"Your heart is beating so fast," he muttered. I ignored the statement and let my eyes roam over his face. I had never been this close to him before while we were conscious, and I took the opportunity to memorize his features in the moonlight. Every laugh line, every crease in his skin became a memory, burned into my mind as the seconds passed.
Jasper watched as I let my eyes wander, his own eyes shinning curiously at me. I leaned into him slightly, and felt my eyes flutter when I felt him fully pressed against me. I had a flashback of not twenty four hours ago, his hands on my hips as he ground into me. A soft moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes in shame.
And just like that morning, Jasper's right hand traveled down my waist and hovered on my hip bone.
"Bella?" His voice caressed me, and I held my breath in fear that I would moan again. Jasper's fingers tightened on my hip and he moved slightly, pressing back.
"Oh God." I opened my eyes and saw that Jasper was looking at me with his eyes wide. "This morning?" I nodded and let a shaky breath out.
"You were dreaming?" I whispered. "We both were? I don't know. But… yeah." We were both motionless for a solid minute while he comprehended what he had just realized. I knew the exact moment his mind made a semblance of a decision, because I felt his fingers tighten again and he pushed his hips forward to meet mine. My eyes closed again and I let a moan loose, slightly louder this time.
"You feel fucking fabulous," Jasper said. I wrapped my fingers into the shirt and pulled him close, wanting to feel him completely against me. His hand traveled down and grasped my bare thigh, not pausing as he pulled my leg up over his hip. I felt his hardness pressed into me and I threw my head back slightly as I held back on groaning with pleasure.
"Bella, just for tonight," Jasper whispered. I looked back at him and saw what I needed to see. He wanted this, but we both knew it couldn't go further. "Just tonight, Bella." He rocked his hips into me, rubbing me in all the right places.
I was nodding before I had a chance to think too much, but I pressed my hand against his chest to stop for a second.
"I can't… you know. I can't. I'm still a… I can't." Jasper nodded and pressed his forehead against mine, careful not to touch my wound.
"Me too, Bella. So am I, and I understand. Just… but just tonight." We were both nodding, and I could barely wrap my mind around what we had just agreed on before Jasper's lips were on my own. His mouth was hot, pressing gently on my own as he continued to move with me. I opened my lips carefully, and Jasper's tongue slid through the opening with ease. The soft caresses sent me into oblivion, and I made sure to breathe through my nose so I didn't have to pull away. Kiss after kiss, groan after groan. I loved the way he kissed… he would press his mouth to mine deeply, letting his lips and tongue have dominance over mine. And then he would pull away slightly and let his tongue trace patterns all over my own tongue and over my lips. After a few seconds of that, he would repeat. It was magical, perfect.
Tonight, just for tonight.
Jasper moved us then, pushing me into the mattress as he hovered over me. I felt so exposed as the blankets fell away to reveal my night outfit. I moved to cover where my shirt had moved up, but Jasper reached down and swatted my hands away.
"No, don't." His voice was husky, low and inviting. I stared up at him as he placed his knee between my legs and pushed them open. I moved willingly, allowing him to lower himself down to where his chest pressed into mine. His lips found mine again, his kisses deepening as they became languid. His left hand moved to cup the back of my neck, moving me closer if at all possible. His right hand slid under my top, his thumb making circles on my skin. I was on fire, every bit of me begging for some sort of release.
"You're so beautiful," Jasper whispered to me, his fingers reaching up to slide along the underside of my breast. My breath caught in my throat and I opened my eyes to meet his. Those blue pools were searching my very soul, begging to connect to me. I arched my back, and with that movement his fingers moved and brushed against my nipple. I opened my mouth to cry out in pleasure, but was silenced by his lips on mine.
"What can I do?" I whispered into his mouth. I had to know the boundaries that we were setting for that night. I had to know what he would let me do, or what I was allowing him to do to me. His eyebrows rose, and the movement of his hips on mine slowed slightly.
"What?" I swallowed and brought forth courage that I didn't know I had.
"What are the boundaries? No sex, but just kissing? What exactly?" The words were rushed, and Jasper smiled. His hips thrust forward and I cried out when I felt him through the thin cotton that separated us.
"You have to be quiet," Jasper whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. "You don't want your mom walking in." I nodded and tried to calm myself. Jasper placed one arm on each side of my head and lifted his weight off of me.
"Boundaries, huh?" I nodded, hoping that he wasn't double guessing his decision. As wrong as I knew all of this was, I had to have him. I had to be near him, to feel him. Even for just this one night.
"Touching, of course," he whispered, brushing his fingers along my face gently. "Kissing. Lots of kissing. Are you keen with keeping all of your clothes on?" I shook my head slowly. "Okay, no, that won't be necessary. No sex… but how far are you comfortable going, Bella?" My breath caught in my throat and I searched his face. I didn't know an actual answer to that. I was a virgin, and Edward wouldn't go too far with me. I was pretty much brand new at all of it. I suddenly felt inadequate.
"Anything but sex," I whispered. Jasper's eyes popped open and he grinned.
"As you wish," he responded. And as if he had done it to me a million times, he leaned down and captured my lips in his own once again. His tongue played with mine for a minute and then he moved his way down my jaw and to my neck. I closed my eyes as I tilted my head so he could have better access. He nibbled and suckled along my skin, creating a path down to my collar bone.
"You feel so good," I muttered to myself. I could feel Jasper shake with silent laughter, and I knew he heard me. He paused when he reached the swell of my breast and looked back up at me.
"No sex, but you're mine otherwise." It wasn't a question, but a statement. My heart soared and I nodded. And just like that, Jasper lifted my tank top up and over my head and threw it on the floor. I had no bra on, and I felt goose bumps prick over every inch of my naked torso. Jasper didn't hesitate before he latched his mouth to my breast, sucking my entire nipple in his mouth. I arched into his touch and found my hands in his hair, tugging for him to get closer. His tongue flicked out and traced patterns on my skin, his teeth grazing along the tip. He moved to give my other breast the same attention before he moved south. His tongue slid down my skin, leaving a wet trail. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them as me gave attention to my lower extremities.
"Please," I found myself whispering. Jasper didn't even question what I meant, and he was moving his left hand from my chest to my shorts, fingering the seam delicately. I watched as he stared at my clothed center, almost like he was working up the courage to go where no man had gone before. His eyes darted up to mine for a second and I gasped at how dark they were. That gave him all the courage he needed as moved the crotch part of the shorts, running his nose along my sex.
I closed my eyes as I breathed out, trying to concentrate on the new feeling. I gripped Jasper's hair harder, wanting badly to push him closer. I didn't open my eyes until I felt Jasper shift and bring both of his hands to my hips. He rubbed his nose along the inside of my thighs and breathed out, sending cool air over my bottom half.
"Jasper," I whispered. He began laying kisses along my skin before he ran his tongue right along my slit. I arched into his mouth as I bit down on my bottom lip to keep quiet. It as a new feeling all together as Jasper moved his thumb to open my lips, licking along my folds slowly. When he hit my clit, he pushed his tongue down flat and moved it in small circles, alternating between licks and blows of cool air. His left hand gripped my hip tightly, holding me close to him. My fingers delved deeper in his hair, wishing I could have him even closer.
He was a master, his tongue moving along my nub so carefully. A warm feeling in the pit of my stomach began to grow into a fire, and I couldn't hold back the moan that pushed its way to the surface.
"Jas, what is that?" I whispered down to him. He paused only for a second so he could look up at me. His eyes trained on me as he continued to lick and suck on me.
"That," he breathed on me as he circled his tongue again and again, "is an orgasm." I threw my head back against my pillow, not able to keep eye contact with him. Just his stare alone was enough to send me into oblivion.
"You've never had one." Again, it wasn't a question, it was a statement. I shook my head regardless as the fire built even more, coiling within me as it begged for release. Jasper smiled against me as he sucked down hard on me, using his teeth to bite down on me. I felt the coil spring open within me as the fire erupted into flames. I arched back and opened my mouth to cry out, but Jasper leapt forward and covered his mouth with mine, using his fingers to keep ministrations going. I cried out into his mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull him closer and closer. Finally, Jasper moved his hand and I managed to lay flat on the bed.
"Oh my God," I breathed. "That was, oh my God." Jasper laughed and pressed himself into me. My eyes opened again at the feeling of his length pressing against me. I moved my hips with him, trying to ignore the tingling sensations that still flew through me. I realized then that Jasper and I were grinding against each other in sync. All we needed to do was remove out clothes, and there would be nothing stopping us from having sex. But my shorts were in tact, and his boxers held him back as he ground into me.
"You feel so good, Bella. So warm." His length slid along me, pressing into me as his tongue and fingers had. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, wrapping my legs around his hips. I was giving myself to him, letting him have complete control. Needless to say he took the control and went with it, because he began thrusting into me, groaning softly each time we met each other in the middle.
"I'm going to," he said into the crook of my neck. I moved harder with him, thrusting my center faster and faster. Because I could feel the tightening yet again.
"Wait for me," I whispered. Jasper seemed to understand, and he slowed slightly, matching me movement to movement. I gripped his shoulders when I felt the heat build again, and with that signal, Jasper pushed away from me and sat up, grabbing hold of my hips and lifting me slightly off the bed. I looked up at him, amazed by his masculinity, amazed at how sexy he was, how confident he was. His eyes met mine and we moved faster and faster still, our eyes never wavering.
And then we both let go, our eyes closing slightly, but never all the way. My orgasm overwhelmed me, and I heard Jasper grunt in relief. After a minute, he loosened his hold on my hips and fell down on top of me. He didn't let his full weight bear down on me, but I wrapped my arms around him to hold him closer.
"Amazing," he whispered into my ear. I nodded, afraid that my voice would be shaky.
Once our breathing evened out, Jasper rolled off of me and stood. He moved to strip himself of his boxers, and for a brief second I wondered why. And then I realized that he was probably sticky. I confidently stared at Jasper's bare ass as he balled up the boxers and set them on the floor. He then pulled on his pants, never turning to where I would be able to see the front of him. When he finally turned to me, I was already staring at the ceiling with a smile on my face. He climbed back into the bed and resumed the position we held when he first came into the room.
"Good night, darlin'," he whispered. I smiled and leaned in for one more kiss. His lips wouldn't let mine go for a moment, and when they did, he was smiling.
"Good night, J." I closed my eyes, letting Mr. Sandman take me away.
Jasper's POV
My first girlfriend was Molly Spindler in the third grade. 'Girlfriend' was just the term we kids used back then for someone we held hands with and shared our lunch with. Only when I entered eighth grade did I have my first actual girlfriend, Morgan MacPherson. We kissed whenever we got the chance to, and went to the mall and to the local burger joint after school. When I met Alice Cullen, my world changed. I didn't just meet my girlfriend in Forks, but I met my kindred spirit. We got along in ways that I had never gotten along with someone before. She was my friend, she was other half.
With Alice came her brother Edward, and his girl Bella. We were the four weirdo's who stuck together wherever we want. The four weirdo's that everyone wanted to be friends with. I've heard people say on more than one occasion that they wised we would just look at them. It was weird at first, but by the time Junior year of high school ended, I just didn't care. We were in the home stretch, one more base away from graduating and heading off to college.
Honestly? The day Alice and Edward went on vacation and left me and Bella to fend for ourselves, my life changed.
And here I was, laying in bed with Bella as she slept, wishing that 'tonight' was going to last a little bit longer.
We had agreed that what just happened would just the one night. Just this once. The moment we shared in her bed, the touches that were exchanged, the kisses and movements.
I closed my eyes, shutting off the world.
I had always thought Bella was beautiful. Always. Even from the moment that she and I ran into each other on my first day of school, I couldn't help but take a good long hard look at her. When I met Alice, though, I had pushed aside all feelings of lust towards Bella. And until this weekend, she and I had never been alone together. Alice and Edward were our 'buffers' as Bella had put it. She was right. Without them, I didn't have anything to grab my attention. And I was left staring at the beautiful woman before me.
The other night at my house was great, the two of us getting great one-on-one time and being ourselves. I realized she was more sarcastic and witty than I realized. She didn't really censor herself, which made her real. If someone said something to her that she didn't like, you knew it. Which is why at the hospital I laughed when the doctor ticked her off. I knew she was going to say something. I knew she wasn't going to let the flirting woman leave without a piece of her mind.
And that day, when I got to her house, she looked at me with a new emotion in her eyes that I had never seen before. When I walked into the front door with food, she all but drooled when her eyes raked over me. I watched as her eyes started from my hair all the way down to my shoes. When I drew her attention back to me, she blushed and ignored that it had happened. But with the sunglasses… and my decision to try and flirt with her… I proved a point when she closed her eyes and swallowed back any saliva that had pooled in her mouth. And when I licked my fingers clean when I was done cooking…
I was so confused. I didn't mean for tonight to happen the way that it did.
But when I remembered the dream that I had last night, and I remembered that I was awake for part of it… and that it was Bella who I had touched that way, well it awoke something in me that I thought I was able to keep hidden.
I opened my eyes and gazed at the sleeping figure next to me. My heart pinched slightly in pain at the thought of tomorrow. At the thought that I had to push all of this behind me. Would I be able to do it?
I heard my phone chirp in the darkness, and I reached into my pocket for the annoying electronic. Opening the new text, I saw that it was Alice. I felt guilt wash over me as I read her words: I love you. I turned my phone off and shoved it back into my pocket, wanting to be rid of all outside thoughts until morning. I turned back to Bella and sighed. Tonight, I had tonight. Tomorrow I would deal with the world.
I wrapped Bella closer to me, listening to her sigh with contentment. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
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