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 awfully boring sex scene _blushes beet red_
POV: Jasper Whitlock...how it should be....
Thanks for the imput guys :) it helped.... To be honest, I've never done anything so I don't know how things go.... I hope this pleases you more than the last chapter did.... (still horribly red).
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I watched her breathing slow down and steady. She had her eyes closed, although I knew she couldn't sleep. I probed her feelings, gently but not too deeply. She was in bliss. Utter, peaceful bliss. Could I shatter it? I hoped not. We lay there in happiness and in thought, her still soaking in the newfound brilliance of sex and me enjoying what I'd been missing for five years. We sat like that until the sun rose again, peering through the yellow curtains. I wouldn't shatter her bliss...however, the words left my lips before I could think about them.
"Do you regret marrying me?" I asked. She stopped breathing, but picked it back up almost instantly. Her eyes opened to stare into mine. Her feelings had a shield around them that I couldn't break, she was stiff. I had broken the peace. I declared war on myself.
"Why would I? If I had known that it would be like that I would have slept with Ed-you longer." I noticed the stumble and her lips snapped shut. Shame burnt her insides. Had she been thinking of my damn brother while I made love to her?
"Jasper Whitlock!" She was appalled by my attitude and, frankly, I was too. I had never acted this way, but then again, she was mine and most definatly not his. Damn him to the seventh layer of Hell, the part where the child molesters and cheaters roam free.
"Bella, I was checking to see if I would hurt you...and I felt it.... The regret. It was small but still. Why?" I was whispering, and I felt my cheeks burn even though I could never blush.
"Regret...." Her walls turned from stone to steel. She was hiding something from me. "Want me to be honest?" She wondered. I felt shame and destroyed pride, along with hidden lies and embarassment seep underenath the wall.
"Yes." I replied instantly. She sat up, pulling the covers with her. So now she didn't want me looking at her...I see how it is. My face hardened and my eyes turned to liquid metal. She flinched.
"I love you Jaz, with all of my being, my very soul. But..." Even though no words emerged from that messy mouth with smeared lipstick, I felt betrayed. She had paused. "but, I honestly thought it was too soon. I want to be with you and I am so happy that I'm finally a Whitlock now.... Look, I feel lost. Lost completely. Love is so much, and it overwhelmed me. I feel so much for you that I might die without you. I felt regret because I had left with you, left my fiance behind with my best friend, and I expected closure when I got back. Nobody knows where they are and I can't have the closure I seek. That's where regret comes in." I believed every word. I was completely hers as much as she was mine. The walls were still strong and the secret lies were still hidden. She was still keeping stuff from me, but our honeymoon was no time to push it.
I sighed and she smiled.
"Jaz?" That tone was a familiar one. She used it when she wanted something.... Damnit was I about to make a fool of myself?
"Yes, my Bella?"
"I want you to make love to me again." Her voice was below a whisper, and I immediatly found myself grinning. Now, the best part of being married, especially to a virgin. They wanted to do it over and over and over again...but if you were a vampire...you never got tired.... It was hard to stop.
"You what Bella? You must use stronger words than that."
"I want you to make love to me." She said in a louder voice. I was teasing her now. My hand crept over her milky white skin to her breast, where I rubbed her nipple.
"Stronger words Bella. Remember, you shouldn't be embarassed around me." I smiled wider now, my dick tightening under the sheets.
"You want me to use words that I've never used before." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. She sighed, her voice shaky again.
"Yes, Bella?" I pressed a little harder on her nipple, loving the feeling of it hardening under my fingerprint.
"Jasper Whitlock, I want you to fuck me." Her insides must have glown, but she was proud of herself through the embarassment.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked. She giggled.
"No, but you are." She laughed, and I removed my finger from her breast, instead tracing a line to her belly button. I heard her breath hitch.
"Calm down. I just want to try something." I whispered, allowing my hand to draw a line to her hip. She trembled, nervous again. Wow, she was a full virgin, then, if a guy had never fingered her. But it made her even more mine. I touched her and she nearly jumped, but to my amusement, she was starting to get wet. I moved on top of her, the sheets over my shoulder. Her eyes were shut tight again and her hands grasped the broken metal bar. Wow, she actually broke it.... I bent over and kissed her stomach, and her eyes popped open.
"NO!" She all but screamed, slamming her knees shut and my hand between her thighs. I didn't move my hand because it was pressed nicely against her warmth.
"Why not?" I was amused at her embarassment. Her hands shook as she wiggled my hand free, and I allowed two fingers to brush her gently. I didn't ignore her shiver of desperation. She wanted it. And she wanted it bad.
"Morals!" She gasped, trying to control the desperation. She was trying to keep her mind intact as she refused me. "I don't want you to!" I smiled slyly.
"I'll make you a deal. If you absloutly hate it, I'll never do it again. I promise. But how are you supposed to know you don't like something if you don't try it." I whispered. She paused, licking her lips. Deciding.
"........" She dotted (figuratively). "...Okay...."
"Now just sit back and relax. Okay? Relax." I pushed relaxation into her and her muscles gave away. Her legs fell open and I settled myself between her legs so that she couldn't slap them shut again. I traced up and down her thights. She shivered in desperation again...and I placed one finger inside her, followed by a second. She gasped, then moaned, pushing her hips against my hand.
"Jasper...." She whispered, pushing my hand again. I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back, keeping it routinely slow. Little Jaz twitched everytime her skin touched mine, and it was hurting, how hard I was. She pushed harder and I withdrew my fingers. Her eyes popped open and she looked hurt.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"Don't stop." Her pride didn't matter anymore. She knew she needed this, to be close to me. She needed me inside her, but I wouldn't satisfy her just yet. She promised. I bent low and kissed her knee, hitching it over my shoulder. Memories of when it did this to the pixie flooded my mind, but this was Bella. I would not scar her the way my brother had scarred my ex-wife. I kissed deeper now, almost there. I could feel heat. She pushed her hips slightly forward, her eyes still shut tight. She blushed internally again, one embarassment running into the other.
I smirked quickly before relenting and pressing my lips to her smooth womanhood. I loved her deeply and truly and I always would, I knew it. If that pixie bitch ever came back, I might fuck Bella in front of her just to prove that I was over her. There was no woman alive that could ever take MY Bella's place. When my tongue stroked over her swollen clit, still swollen from our last encounter, Bella's legs begant to shake and I felt how glad she was that she was lying down. The feeling of my tongue against her sensitive flesh would always be amazing. I would never be able to forget the way her throate produced such beautiful wimpers or the way her hips egged me on every time I played with her. I would never forget the way she whispered my name as I teased and taunted her in a way that would piss my ex off. God, especially now that I knew she loved it, I would do this every time before I fucked her. Bella's hands drifted down to tangle in my blonde, curly hair and she yanked gently when my tongue slipped past her pink, and thoroughly wet, folds to dip inside of her. I managed to thrust my tongue in deeper, making her cry out in obvious pleasure. I could feel her body shaking, she was almost there. The feeling of an impending explosion raced through her body as she ground herself against my mouth and face.
"Jaz!" She yanked on my hair once again, gripping it tightly as her body shook and vibrated with her first orgasm of today. She gasped for more air as I kissed her back up to her chin. She was trembling still with the vibrations of her first time that I went down on her. She loved it. She turned to face me, looking me dead in the eye and said in a very demanding and unBella-like tone, "Fuck me raw." She was no longer embarassed, and instead, desperate. She removed her hand from me and grabbed the bar again. I put my hands on either side of her to steady myself.
"As you wish, my love." I whispered, positioning myself above her. She pushed her hips against me impatiently. I chuckled and pushed in slowly. She winced, letting out a breath and removing her hands from the bar and grabbing my shoulders. This was so much better than before.... I pushed deeper inside her than I did yesterday, and pulled out eagerly. Her hips met mine halfway as I thrust deeper into her. She kissed me roughly, growling as I went faster and faster. Her nails raked down my back as I felt her clench tightly around me. Wouldn't be long now.
"Jaz...Jaz.... Hard!" She all but screamed and I was more than willing to comply. I thrust deeply into her, deeper than I had been willing to go on her second time, and she screamed my name. Her nails pushed into my solid skin, and if I was human, I might have bled from the simple contact. I pushed my face into her shoulders, the cloth tearing from my tight grip on the sheets. She came immediatly after that, and I came right after her, gasping for air. She rode it off and waited for me to pull out. We waited and waited, knowing that we were too loud that time, but nothing knocked at the door.
"Wow. You are amazing, Bella." I whispered. She sighed.
"I love you Jaz." She told me. I kissed her chin lightly and, without me noticing her hand move, slid her hand to Little Jasper and touched him lightly. I hardened at the touch, both in my face and in her hands. She slid a hand up and I unwillingly moaned, up and down, up and down, she squeezed harder and I growled. She flipped me easily, tossing her hair over one shoulder and kissing the small amount of blonde hair that ran from my naval down. I stopped, still pleasured and glanced at her.
"You don't have to Bella." I was pleading with her to NOT blow me. Now, pixie had a nasty little mouth, and I didn't want Bella to have to degrade herself.
"I want to." She whimpered, sliding her fingers over my stiff member. I bucked unwillingly yet again, was I not able to control my own body? "You want it, Jaz." And she kissed the head. Apparently no, I can't control my own body. He twitched and she moaned against Little Jaz, I raised my hips again. She kissed me again, and I looked at her with blaringly lustful eyes. She wimpered a little. "I don't have to?" Nerves filled her again and I smiled, my innocent little Bella was back.
"No, my love. You never have to if you don't want to."
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We spent two more blissful days, alternating between making love and fucking hard. However, Bella missed female contact after the four days we spend enjoying the scenery and the forests, and we decided to head back two days early. Making love at home would be pretty fun as well.
"I wanna do it again!" Bella whispered in my ear, her left hand moved from her right and touched Little Jaz. I moaned a little at Little Jasper's eagerness, but pushed the feeling out.
"Bella! We're almost home!" I gasped, weaving the bike around the winding road home. It took us a little more than five minutes to reach the wooden porch, and by then, Bella had controlled her lust and was ready to see everyone. I parked the bike, and carried our stuff up the stairs and pushed the door open. It was unnaturally quiet, and Bella took a step behind me, her cold body pressed against mine. I set our bags on the wooden bench and sniffed the air, stiffining. There was human blood spilt here.
"Bree." Bella breathed against my back, venom filling her eyes. "Where is she? It smells just like her, like a dog." She added, and she held her breath. I took another weary breath and confirmed my fear. Human blood, Bree's blood.
"Hold her." A man whispered upstairs. Carlisle. Were they...? "Jasper, Bella, please join us."
"O...kay?" I responded to Carlisle's voice, and, gripping Bella tightly in my arms, pulled us both upstairs to the third floor. By Bella's sharp intake of breath, I knew that she recognized this at her ex-fiance's room. Pushing my love into her, as well as calm, as we entered the room with glass window's as walls and black carpet. The ceiling had been painted white. The room had clearly been expanded, the couch and wall of c.d.'s had been removed. Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on a love seat in the corner while Esme and Carlisle huddled together. There, against the only wall made of wood, was a king sized waterbed, the sheets pink covered in black flowers. Underneath the heavy covers was a fifteen year old girl, her face screwed up in pain and her hands clenching the torn covers of her bed. Bree.
"Oh my god." Bella breathed, rusing towards the girl. Esme met her halfway, holding her daughter-in-law tightly. Esme's face was covered in vemon, stained from the yellow poison. I could smell Bree's blood in Carlisle's stomach.
"Kill me, please!" Bree screamed, striking out and slashing a hole in her comforter. Esme sobbed once more, and Bella began to cry. I slowly stepped toward Carlisle, and gripped his shoulder.
"I don't know what I did. Can you tell?" He asked, a tear falling from his golden eye. I pushed him aside and bent over Bree. Her eyes snapped open, a mixture of red and brown over glazed over the colored part of her eye. I kissed my sister's forehead and pushed her chin upward. I smelt along her neck before Carlisle pulled me away.
"I'm not going to bite her." I told him, and he shook his head. "Emmett."
"Yeah, bro?" He stepped forward.
"Hold dad." I whispered, and waited for Emmett to restrain my father. I then resumed where I was, her chin in my hand and me smelling her neck. There, that's the problem. Blood clot? "Hold him tight. I've got to fix this." And I took my sharp finger nail, and slid it above the blood clot. She screamed bloody murder, but she was imobile. I could smell the morphine, pain medicine, everywhere in her body. Her wolf blood held no appeal to me, but Bella was still new. She pushed against our mother, but Esme was strong. I pushed my pinky into her throate and slashed the vein.
Her warm blood spilt over my hand, and I wiped it on the blanket. I pushed the skin shut and held it there for a few moments before allowing Carlisle to fix her. The venom rushed through her blood and into her brain. She shut her eyes, her screaming quieting down. The pain medicine kicked in. It would only take a few more hours at the most now.
"Thanks son." Carlisle whispered, patting my shoulder. "She's been like that for four days now. We started as soon as you had left. If you hadn't come back when you did, she would have died."
"I had to deal with a bunch of those. It's what happens when you don't bite their neck. You went for her wrist, right?" Carlisle nodded. "Yeah, I've killed a few like that. Not at all your fault. It just happens."
"I would have killed her." Carlisle whispered, hugging Esme tightly. Bella returned to me and hugged my waist, peering up from underneath her eyelashes. I knew that look.
"She'll be fine." I confirmed, leading Bella from the room and downstairs to ours. Our clothes were off before we reached the bed.
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RCA: Better now? Sorry that it's been like, forever. I've been busy, studying for my TAKS. Their in less than a month and I've got to pass so that I can be captain next year for the Drill Team. :) Wish me luck! Anyway, is this scene better? And Bree turns out to be a wicked vamp. Wicked sick in a super awesome way. She wants to be called Aubree in this next chapter and the rest.
So...I want my readers opinion.... If you want only three to four more chapters and then a short sequal, tell me. If you want one long story and an epilogue, then tell me over review. If I don't hear from anyone, or if I get a tie, I'm going to flip a coin to decide. Heads is long story with epilogue; tails is this and a sequal with epilogue.
Let me know guys! :)