RCA: Round eight, here we go! If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...
(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. I do own my own writing, ideals and plots. I also own this awful sex scene _blushes beet red_
POV: Bella Whitlock...such a nice ring....
Here's the bloody chapter you guys have been waiting for...sigh...I blushed while writing the entire chapter.... :/
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I sighed internally. The reception was fun...well, that was a very shady sentence. The reception had been a blast. The games we played were fun. Jaz tugged the garder off by his teeth, kissing the inside of my thigh in a way that made me giggle, then quiet down after realizing that other people were there. Tanya caught my flowers and smelt them delicatly, holding them tightly to her stomach. She desperatly needed to get laid. It went from the afternoon to the evening too fast, and before I knew it, Rose and Esme pulled me up to Esme and Carlisle's room, handing me a rather tiny article of clothing. I slid out of my dress, and made them swear to keep it in mine and Jasper's room, before looking at the pink dress. It was a sundress...a small clue to where I was headed. I still had no idea what my new husband had planned for me.... I trembled slightly as the silky fabric slid up my smooth legs. I noticed the black lace and flushed internally. Rose enjoyed my embarassment still.
"Somewhere tropical?" I asked. Bree bit her bottom lip.
"I can't tell you, Isabella." She whispered. Esme clicked her tongue.
"She's pretty good at not telling secrets, Bella." Esme told me, putting some things in my purse. By Rose's request, I had faced my back to their plotting, and was trying to coax it out of Bree.
"Call me Bella, kiddo." I absentmindedly told her.
"Okay, Aunt Bella." She giggled. "I have to call Rosalie Auntie Rose, so I'll just call you Aunt Bella!" I laughed with her as Esme zipped my purse shut.
"All right, you can turn back, and look at yourself." Rose said, taking Bree out of the room and downstairs. I tuned out her talking to Emmett and asking him to take Bree outside. I knew Jaz was talking to Carlisle downstairs, I tuned them out, as well. I looked at myself. The dress was a halter top, pink sundress. It reached the middle of my thighs. I wore three inch heels that matched the dress. I looked good in them. My toes and fingers were still manicured white, and matched. It must have been planned that way.
"Esme...." I began, and I vaguely noticed my shaking voice. She turned to me, her eyes venom coated.
"Yes, Bella. I know you're nervous. I won't lie to you either. It's going to hurt like hell since you were a virgin. You won't ever be...loose." She muttered the last word. I swallowed.
"But...is it okay?"
"Oh yes, honey. It's amazing. It's better than human blood, I'm sure. I mean, you have this physical connection, and...I can't describe it without going into alot of detail. And I'm positive that you're not ready to compare your sex life to mine and Carlisle's or Emmett's and Rose's. You will, but not yet." She smiled.
"Just tell me about the first time."
"Well, I wasn't a virgin. Hell, I had a baby before I tried to kill myself. I won't ever be as tight as you again. Rose wasn't a virgin either, but it wasn't her fault. She won't be as tight as you ever." Esme's brow furrowed. "I can tell you about my human time. It didn't hurt too bad, but I wasn't focusing on the pain. That's a lie..." She giggled and sat down on the bed. I didn't hear Rose slip in. "The first time my ex entered me, I cried. It's bad as a human. I don't know about vampires." She bit her lower lip as an apology.
"I remember. But I was raped by five men, so It'll definatly be different. When my ex-fiance decided to pop my cherry, he went in hard and I bled. It's different for everyone. It'll feel good though, I promise. Over time, vampire skin heals and tightens up. So, after time, I was not as tight, but good enough for Emmett. Whoo.... Lord it's amazing. The feeling of closeness, of belonging.... It's beautiful, sister." She finished in a whisper. There was a beeping from downstairs and Esme shoved my purse on my shoulder. She placed a large hat over my head and shoved me out of the room, into Jaz's arms. He greeted me with a kiss to my nose.
"Ready?" He was amused, and I internally flushed again.
"Yeah." My voice was constricted.
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We had left his motorcycle at the airport parking lot, and left our helmets at the security office and a few hundreds. We walked hand-in-hand up the stairs and he whipped out our first class tickets.
"Where's our bags?" I wondered. He pointed to an office.
"I've got an old friend." He whispered, and we walked into the office, taking our respectful bag. I had my pink suitcase with the wheels, and Jaz had his larger duffel bag. I kept my purse tucked under my arm as we went through customs, and got scanned. We avoided sunny areas and loaded on the plane, taking our seats. I watched the plane fly off and shut the window to avoid the sun. We refused our meal, and sat in utter silence the entire trip, hands locked together and staring into each other's eyes.
---POV: Jasper Whitlock finally---
I knew she was nervous, but here she sat, blissful, in the seat next to me. Her fingers were laced into mine, holding on for dear life. She shook her hair over her shoulder, and I knew that I would enjoy locking my fingers in that. Occasionally, she would shift and tear her eyes from mine, looking embarassed, and my gaze would drift over her pale, delicate body.
Mine.
I had lived with her for five damned months and now, I finally get to touch. I finally get to leave my imprint on her. She was absloutly and without a doubt-
-Mine.
The plane was landing. We gathered our belongings, in silence, and walked through everything. We gathered our bags, I held the handle of her bag in one hand and my own bag in the other, and headed to the man with our last name on the card. Underneath it said, honeymoon. I felt her insides flush with embarassment, and I couldn't help but chuckle. She glared.
"Well, honey, I feel everything you do. You're so damn embarassed. Just calm down. It's not that bad." I told her, pushing waves of calm. She muttered something along the lines of 'for you it's not' and kept walking, her hand holding the corner of my shirt. The man took her bag and I pulled her to my side, staring her in the eyes.
"I. Love. You. Nothing in the world is going to change that, babe. You're stuck with me forever...." I told her. Then added. "And a day." She smiled.
"I love you too. I'm just a little nervous about...tonight." She was embarassed again. Then it hit me. Damn she was a virgin. I felt my insides blush as well. She would be mine first. I was excited.
Tight forever.
But it was going to hurt like Hell the first time. I would feel it right along with her. Alice had been a virgin. Damn, that hurt. Every thrust, every pull...excruciating. Only the first time.
I bent over and kissed her softly, but her tongue pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I growled into her mouth and she pulled away, biting her lower lip. Gosh, I loved it when she did that...so sexy. Her eyes were amazing to look into. They bore into mine, sprouting love at every turn.
"Ahem...." The man driving our vehicle cleared his throate. I looked away from MY Bella, glaring, but my Bella lightly tapped my chest.
"We've gotta go." She whispered. I nodded, grabbing her hips and pulling her along with me. She just radiated happiness. Outside was a problem. The dumbass had parked in the sun...he parked the limo I got for her and me in the sun. How. Rude. I had specifically told him in the shade.
"Can't you pull it over here?" I asked rudly. He looked at us and gave an exasperated sigh.
"Well, it's easier over there." He whispered, lugging her stuff. We stayed put and I decided to use my amazing lying skills.
"You know...." I began loudly, attracting others. "My wife had a skin problem. She can't be in the sun. If you can't bring that limo over here we can call someone else...I mean, unless you want to injure my wife. We just got married you see, and when I called today, I specifically told you to pull it over here." People were staring at him, and he flushed.
"Right away, sir." He said, turning and quickly pulling the limo into the shade. The seats were leather, black and plush.... The back seat was dark and the windows were tinted. He took us to a hotel. I knew it was getting close. Her nerves were building and building. She was trembling to the point of my hands shaking for her. We unloaded the back of the limo and checked in. On the elevator ride up to the honeymoon suite, she put her face her hands and sighed heavily.
"Baby?" I asked, touching her shoulders. I could feel her trembling still.
"I'm nervous. Give me a moment." She murmured. I looked away, feeling slightly guilty. I had begged her to marry me, begged her to this point. Guilty. She looked up as I pulled my hand away anf grabbed our bags. "I'm sorry, Jaz."
"We don't have to do it tonight, you know." My voice was harder than I wanted it to be. She was taken-back. I turned to her and used my index finger to trace from her ear to chin. "I love you, my Bella." I grinned as the elevator dinged. She kissed my palm, and I pulled our luggage to the third door on the right. Our room. I unlocked the door, and she pushed me in. I felt her hands under my shirt and I tossed our luggage by the door, closing it behind her. My shirt was off before I knew it. Her lips made rough contact with mine. I smiled against her tongue and let it explore my mouth freely. My Bella, she pulled through in the end. She knew how bad I wanted it, and deep down, as I probed her feelings about this, discovered how bad she wanted it too.
I pulled the dress over her head, and looked at the black lace that barely covered her breasts and hips. She was embarassed on the inside, still trembling on the outside. I touched my forehead to hers. We stood there for a while, forehead together, her in lace and me in my Abercrombie jeans. We waited until her breathing was calm, and she felt right.
"I love you, you know that? If you're not ready, we can wait-"
"Jaz," She breathed, looking up into my amber eyes with her own, and she smiled a sly smile. "I love you too.... It's going to happen sometime tonight. Jasper, you get to touch." She muttered the last part, and I growled. For the first time in years, I felt my insides blush. I let one hand rest on the small of her back, and the other trail up and down her side. I brushed against the lace once and she wimpered.
"Only when you are ready." I reminded her.
"I think I am." She said. I looked her in the eyes again, still rubbing her side.
"If I hurt you at all, or you want to stop, just tell me. I'll stop." I told her. She nodded like a child and tilted her head back. I bent forward and kissed her neck, lightly at first, until she pushed her shoulder into my face. I kissed her shoulders and pulled away to admire the lace. She stopped me from ripping it off of her, and bent forward herself, unbuttoning my jeans. She pushed them down, and undid my shoes, removing the clothes after my shoes and socks were off. We stood there, stony pale bodies with black garnments on. We glowed. She looked up at me...and a look flashed.
Now or never.
I picked her up and hitched her on my waist, her legs locking behind mine. I slammed her into the wall behind her, not hard enough to leave cracks but not soft enough to not cause her romantic pain. I felt the lust and admiration in her body vibrate to my own. I kissed her roughly and bit her lower lip. She was mine. I get to touch. Her fingers locked into my blonde curls and I growled into her mouth. She pulled away and kissed my neck. I felt my pants tighten and it was suddenly uncomfortably hot in the large room. I carried her to the bed and threw her down on it. She bounced once before I prounced on her. She let her head hit the pillow and her hands found the headboard. She gripped tight. I felt my way around her back and unclipped the bra. Milky white breasts found their way out and I attacked one with my lips, sucking until it was hard as I diamond. I grew tighter in my regions, if that were possible. I was already so hard...it hurt. While I teased her other breast, her legs were pushing my silky black boxers down to my knees. I kicked the unnessary clothes off. I growled as I kissed down her stomach, reaching the edge of the lacy panties.
I looked up to her, waiting. Her eyes were shut so tight, her fingers closed around the metal just hard enough to leave faint imprints. She was terrified.
"Bella, look at me." She shook her head and I felt guilty. I wouldn't go down on her just yet. She needed to get over her fears and she was waiting for me to be inside her. I removed her underwear slowly, just enough to taunt her, and she bucked her hips. She flushed internally again. I stood up on my knees, looking at her full body. Damn little Jasper. Stop twitching so much.... She was beautiful.
"Baby, you are so beautiful. I couldn't ask for much more than to be here with you. I just wish you were more willing." That hit her and she felt guilty. I hadn't meant to make her feel like that. "I love you." She smiled.
"I love you too." She whispered. "Do it now, Jaz." I positioned myself at her entrance, and little Jaz twiched anxiously again. Damn him, once more, down another layer of Hell.... I waited, and I could feel her grow as anxious as well.
"Bella, look at me." I told her in the voice I used in my Major days. Her eyes sprung open and I slammed as hard as it would take into her. I felt myself take her virginity and I felt her pain. I felt it all. Wow, to be a virgin and a woman.... Venom dripped down her temples as the pain took over her. She shook as I stopped.
"Jasper!" She cried out, embarassed again. "Please...don't stop." It was a wimper and I moaned as I started slowly, for her sake. Every thrust was met by her hips, every meeting less painful. We were trying to make it last but it wouldn't. We were moving in rythem, slowly going faster, and faster. She was moaning something, I could hear my name as I growled hers. There was no stopping now. I wouldn't be able to stop even if she asked. If there would have been a hurricane outside, if the cops would have been at the door, I couldn't stop. I probed her feelings, bliss, pure estacy and happiness. I went farther than I should have and touched her soul...she was feeling a tinge of regret. But as I pulled out and slammed back into her, the feelings left my mind. Out and in again. She wouldn't be able to stop either.
"Oh gods, Bella!" I nearly shouted. She gripped the post harder and I heard the metal snap. I felt amused, but the arousal overtook it. I pushed harder, harder. She was moving as frantically as I was.
"Jasper...I'm gonna...." But she did't finish before she screamed my name, "JASPER!" And she came. Once she shouted my name, I couldn't hold on any longer. I was a gentleman, she had to come first, always come first. I, more than willing, exploded inside her and we lay there, me inside her still, for a time. I pulled out, and lay next to her, pulling her still shaking body to mine.
My Bella. She was all MINE now.
Mine.
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RCA: Did I do the sex scene right? Because if I didn't, please PM me...I would like to fix any mistakes. Was it good, Lol? Even when I had ro re-read it for the spell checks and mistakes, I blushed like, totally hard-core. Proabally the most embarassing thing I've written that wasn't for english! Hahaha.
Well, my ex-bf, current bff is going to be okay! In a few days to the next two weeks, he'll be going into surgery. But they don't know what their looking for. Leave it to the people who spend 10 years in college to NOT know what the fuck their doing. Sigh. Sorry :( I shouldn't vent on you guys.... HAPPY READINGS!