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~BPOV~

Edward had just passed out when Alice burst through the door and yanked me from the room.

"We've got trouble," she said, flinging the door to Rose's room open and pointing to the bed.

I followed her finger and gasped at what I saw. "Rose, what have you done?"

Rosalie was huddled against the headboard of her bed. Her hands were clamped over her mouth and blood trickled out from between her fingers, her eyes wild with fear.

"I didn't mean to do it," she whispered from beneath her hands, shaking her head.

I could still hear Emmett's heartbeat and it was starting to accelerate. We had to move fast.

"Rose, I need you to snap out of it," Alice said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "We have to get him out of here before the venom starts to really spread."

"But, we can't leave," Rose said, starting to panic.

Shit, she was right.

"Take him to the cottage we found in the woods a few weeks ago," Alice said, coming out of a vision. "Get dressed and do it now Rose, Bella and I will take care of everything here."

Rose's eyes snapped up and her head cocked, she'd heard a bit of something that Alice was thinking about. "What was that?" she asked.

"What? Nothing, an old vision," she said, grabbing clothes out of the closet and tossing them at Rosalie. "You have to go, now!"

Rose threw her clothes on, grabbed Emmett in her arms and sprinted out across the yard, disappearing into the woods.

Alice turned to me as soon as Rose was out of the room, "You have to move Rose's car into the garage and cover it up, and find Emmett's ID or something that has his handwriting on it, fast. You don't have a lot of time, Edward is going to wake up soon and I need you to keep him distracted while I work on getting this situation under control."

She was acting strange, even for Alice, ever since Rosalie mentioned whatever glimpse of an old vision she'd seen in Alice's head.

"Are you okay Al?" I asked. "You seem a little…"

"I'm fine, now hurry!" she snapped.

Something was definitely off. Alice just didn't snap like that, especially at me. I was going to have to talk to Rosalie and find out what Alice was hiding, this 'old vision'.

I darted downstairs and saw Emmett's pants on the living room floor. I picked them up and rifled through the pockets to find his wallet. I started to gather the rest of his clothes and his shoes when Alice appeared at my side.

"Thanks," she said, snatching the wallet from my hand, "now hurry with Rosalie's car, Edward will be waking up in about five minutes and he's going to be wondering where you are."

"Well, what do you expect me to do to distract him anyway?" I asked. "A little help would be nice, oh clairvoyant one."

She cocked her eyebrow at me and scrunched her mouth to one side. "Really, Bell? Has Edward seriously made you forget your skills as a succubus?"

"Alice, don't. You know what I have with Edward is special."

"We don't have time for this Bella," Alice huffed at me. "The situation has changed, but the future is still on track, we just need to take another route to get to it is all," she said. "I know you care about Edward and I know how special he is to you and if you trust me you are going to have the rest of eternity to show him how special he is, but right now you have to take one for the team."

"Okay, I get it," I nodded.

"Good, now go stash Rose's car, then get your ass upstairs."

I had to admit, I was glad that Rosalie wasn't around to hear how much I was really looking forward to distracting Edward. She would never let me live it down.

"Oh," Alice said, stopping me at the front door, "and keep all of his parts out of your mouth."

"Alice!"

"I'm just saying it's not the best place to get…bitten," she said with a little giggle.

"Right," I nodded, heading out.

After I moved Rose's car to the farthest corner of the garage I stood at the bottom of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I headed up. Moving a little faster than was necessary, a smile started to break our across my face that I couldn't stop.

All of Edward's dirty little dreams came flooding back to me as I got closer to my room and I realized that I was more excited than I should be.

I stood in my doorway and watched him sleeping. He looked like an angel. His dark lashes fanned out across his creamy skin, he was so deliciously pale.

He groaned and rolled onto his back. His dark blue boxer briefs clung to his body as he moved, stretching his full length across my bed.

I saw his eyes slowly start to open, blinking a few times before realizing where he was. He looked around the room until he spotted me in the doorway, clutching the doorframe.

He stretched again, arching his back. "Mmmm, hey," he said, a half smile lifting up one side of his gorgeous mouth. He seemed more relaxed than he usually was around me; he was probably still a bit drunk.

I took a deep breath. The scent of his arousal in the air and the blood pumping through his veins nearly crippled me. Venom filled my mouth as he reached up and started to absent mindedly rub his chest.

Control. I had to remain in control or I was going to be holed up in that little cottage with Rosalie and Emmett, with Edward.

"Whatcha doin' all the way over there?" he asked as his eye raked slowly up and down my body.

"Watching you," I said with a coy smile.

He raised one long finger, beaconing me with it. "Come here."

All of his inhibitions seemed to be gone at the moment. Yeah, he was definitely still drunk.

Every nerve ending in my skin zinged to life as I moved across the room and when I got into the bed, I laid a hand on his chest.

His breath caught as I pressed my skin to his. He reached out and skimmed his impossibly hot fingers along my icy flesh and a moan flowed out of my mouth of its own accord.

"Your skin…" he said, stroking the outside of my thigh, "I've never felt anything like this before, hard and soft at the same time." His touch moved up my body, over the thin cotton of my dress and up my side until my face rested in his hand. "So cool and silky," he mused, tracing his thumb along my cheek.

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

"No, I like it," he whispered, biting his bottom lip. "Kiss me Bella; I need to know what your mouth feels like."

I leaned over him, my lips hovering over his. "Are you sure?"

His eyes closed as my wintery breath blew across his face.

"Yes," he breathed as his heart beat wildly in his chest.

I gently pressed my lips to his and his breathing sputtered for a moment before he gripped my body tighter, deepening the kiss.

I felt his hot tongue lick at the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. Luckily, I'd had my wits about me enough to remember Alice's warning.

But I wanted to taste him in the worst way.

Parting my lips, I gently nudged his tongue back with mine and slid into his hungry mouth. He still tasted of alcohol, but that was overshadowed by the sweet flavor that was purely Edward. Heat and desire muddled my brain as I struggled to keep control.

He groaned as he gripped the back of my dress and I could hear the miniscule tearing of fibers in his grasp.

How long had we been kissing? I couldn't remember so I pulled back to let him breathe and moved my lips down his neck.

He gasped and gulped in deep breaths of air. "Jesus, Bella…oh God," he groaned as I worked my way across his delectable throat.

I trailed my fingers up and down his torso, feeling every muscle twitch as his body writhed underneath my touch.

Stay in control, I reminded myself.

I sat up on top of him, straddling him, "I want you Edward," I whispered, "want you so bad."

He grasped me around the waist and rolled my hips against his, pressing his gloriously hard erection to the wetness between my legs.

My head lolled back in pleasure, he was so hot and hard.

He slipped his hands under the skirt of my dress, gripping my bare backside and it was more than I could take.

The restraint I struggled with faltered for a split second and I ripped my dress off, tearing it in half, exposing my naked body.

The gasp he made registered in my brain, reining the control back in I froze, waiting, looking down at him.

His eyes were wide and wild, his heartbeat sputtered in his chest and his breathing wavered. He reached out to me and started to touch my body, his fingers felt like licks of a flame, hot and feathery.

"You're amazing," he breathed, wrapping his hand around one of my breasts. I arched into the feeling and moved my hips against his cloth covered length.

He reached to free himself of his cotton constraints, but I couldn't wait. Before he could even grab the waistband I shredded the boxers.

With his pulse racing though his veins he looked down at himself to see what I had done.

"What are you?" he asked, panting. I really don't think he meant to say it out loud, but now that he had, half of a smirk pulled up one side of his face.

"Yours," I answered, saying the first thing that popped into my head.

His grin widened into a full blown smile. He pulled my body down to his and held my face in his hands.

"Thank you," he whispered before he started to kiss me again. God his mouth was exquisite. It was almost too much to take, the heat, the flavor, the scent; all of it.

He tried to push me up and I allowed it, letting him guide me down against the mattress. He gazed at my body like a man who had been starving and was now given a steak dinner…hungry.

He literally attacked my flesh with his mouth. Licking, sucking, biting his way to my neck.

I really hadn't expected the alcohol to loosen his inhibitions this much and my body trembled with the urge to fling him onto his back and take him right then and there.

No.

I had to remain in control.

I thought of Rosalie in the cottage with a screaming and confused Emmett. That was not going to be me.

I was confident that he was drunk enough to not be too bothered by my vampire speed and strength. Quick as lightning, I flipped him and sat astride him again.

"Shit!" he gasped. The slightest bit of fear shading his eyes as he realized what had just happened.

I froze again, not wanting to scare him anymore than necessary. "Did I frighten you?"

"A little bit," he chuckled. "But I think I like it," he said quietly, grinning up at me as he slid his hands around my waist.

My breathing hitched in my chest, he was truly perfect. What the hell was he trying to do to me?

Rosalie…Emmett…stinky old cottage…

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. This was going to be infinitely harder than I thought.

I felt his grip tighten on my waist as he tried to lift me up. Again, I allowed it. I leaned forward, letting my hips rise away from his body. He reached down, grasping himself and stroked a couple of times.

"Please, Bella," he begged. "You're all I dream about."

Holding his length at the base, he urged me back down onto his waiting shaft. The tip of his blazing hot erection practically sizzled against my cold wet opening. His eyes fluttered back in his head as he slowly pressed up into my body. He kept making these little noises of pleasure in the back of his throat that were driving me insane.

"Mmmmm…" he groaned, pushing that back of his head against the pillow.

The feeling was indescribable. His heat, his size, the way he moved inside me and the sweet sounds he made.

Pitiful Rose…confused Emmett…dirty old nasty cottage…

I sat up, taking control. Twisting my hands up into my hair, I undulated my body over his and took in his full length.

"Oh sweet God, Bella," he moaned, catching his full bottom lip between his teeth as he arched beneath me, pressing deeper still.

He nearly startled me when he sat up, taking my nipple between his lips. He swirled his gloriously warm tongue around it, drawing the pinkish bud into his mouth. His teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh and he whispered against my skin, "You taste so incredible."

He kissed his way to the other taut little peak and gave it the same attention. I sank my hands into his wild hair, guiding him back to my waiting mouth. I wanted to taste him again.

When I let him up for air he panted against my neck, his hot breath scorching my flesh.

"I want to taste you everywhere, I want to feel every inch of your skin under my tongue," he said, planting a hungry kiss just under my ear.

I really needed him to stop talking because if he said one more thing like that I was done for.

I laid him back down and started kiss him. Being as careful as I could with his fragile human body, I rode him faster.

The faster he came, the more likely he'd still be human in the morning.

His fingers gripped my hips, trying to slow me down, but I was having none of it. The groans and moans he was releasing against my mouth were sheer torture.

Stupid, out of control, Rose…dumb, too damn human, Emmett…stinky, dirty, falling apart, old, nasty, run down cottage…

I felt his hot come spurt into my body and my head snapped up, teeth bared.

Rosalie…stinky cottage…Emmett…rotting shack…screaming…crying…screaming Emmett…crying, screaming, confused, Edward…

My lips slammed shut and I ground my teeth together so hard that if my mouth had been open I was certain sparks would have been flying out of it.

I looked down at him and watched his orgasm play over his face. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Phew, I'd done it, Edward was fine. More than fine it appeared. A wickedly euphoric smile spread across his face as he struggled to catch his breath.

His eyes were heavy and I could see that this little romp had taken its toll on his inebriated body.

I started to climb off of him and he stopped me. "Not yet," he mumbled drowsily, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close.

I reached my arms around his shoulders and started to stroke his hair. I really did love his hair; it was so silky and soft.

"Mmmm…" he groaned softly. "Feels good."

I could hear his breathing start to even out and his heart rate lower significantly.

"I love you, Edward," I whispered to him, hoping he was too close to sleep that he wouldn't be paying much attention.

"Love you," he smiled. "My Bella," he said quietly just before he faded completely into sleep.

~APOV~

I quickly scribbled a note, in Emmett's handwriting.

Eddie & Jazz,

Sorry to take off on you like this, but I Rosie and I are meant to be. Please don't try to stop us, we'll be back in a week.

Tell dad I'm sorry to leave him hanging.

Em

There, that ought to take care of those two. Thank God for the forging skills I'd picked up over the years, I could forge damn near anything anymore as long as I had a sample of someone's handwriting and Emmett's signature on his ID was just what I needed.

Rose's letter would be easy, I'll just pop over to the cottage and have her whip one up to me and Bella.

I picked up my phone and opened it. I stopped before I dialed, listening. Bella and Edward were still going at it so I hit speed dial. I knew getting her to 'occupy' Edward would serve its true purpose, distracting her.

"Alice?"

"We've run into a snag," I said into the phone.

"What kind of snag?"

"Rose jumped the gun and bit Emmett."

"Do you need me?"

"No, I think I've got it under control, we're still on track with the future."

"Okay, just let me know if you need my help, I'm only a few hours away."

"I will. Oh, I slipped a little bit in front of Rose but I played it off as an old vision so I think we're okay as long as she drops it."

"Played it off? There is nothing to play off, it IS an old vision."

"You know what I mean," I said sarcastically. I saw a vision of Bella telling Edward she loved him and I knew I only had about ten seconds before she would be out of her Edward induced stupor. "I have to go, but I'll call if I need anything," I said quickly as I hung up.

I ran up the stairs to my room to finally have some alone time with Jasper. He was completely sprawled across my bed, his long body taking up nearly every inch of space.

I decided that it wasn't fair that Bella and Rose got to have fun with their men damn it, I wanted my fun too.

Besides, after all of that extra work I just had to put in to cover Rosalie's ass, I deserved it.

I stripped off my dress with one quick motion and flitted to the side of the bed.

Three.

Two.

One.

His eyes slowly opened and he blinked at me a few times. "Am I dreaming again?" he mumbled groggily.

~JPOV~

I woke up with that eerie feeling that someone was watching me.

Positive I was still just feeling the affects of all the Jack I'd consumed, I slowly opened my eyes, just to check.

I had to blink them a few times to make sure I was seeing what I was really seeing.

Alice was standing at my bedside, as naked as could be.

"Am I dreaming again?" I asked. This wouldn't be the first time the vision of a completely nude Alice had wandered into my dreams. Not to mention I was still feeling pretty drunk.

She giggled and shook her head. "Nope, not this time Jasper."

"Jesus," I pushed myself up too far too fast and whacked my head on the headboard. "Ow, shit."

Her cold hand rested on the spot on my head where I'd smacked it against the hard wood.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, bending my head to kiss that very spot.

"I am now." Shit, did I just say that out loud?

Alice's cool fingertips slid along my backbone and it felt so amazing. Every time I was around her my body felt like it was going to spontaneously combust.

She moved her lithe body over mine, situating herself over my lap and took my face in her hands.

Whether it was the alcohol or just the innate desire to touch her that allowed me to move, I did't know, but I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and circled my arms around her tiny waist.

She smiled at me and I acted. I leaned in and kissed her, right on her pert little mouth.

Normally I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight, I was so thankful for the alcohol humming through me system, otherwise I would have never have had the guts to just flat out kiss Alice like that. Good old liquid courage.

She pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. Whoa. What the hell was that? I thought I was drunk before but this I was feeling a different kind of buzz.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

The desire for her was so strong that I was no longer embarrassed by what I wanted to say to her or anything I'd ever said in my entire life.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I ran my fingers up her arm. The skin was so cold and kind of hard, but there was a softness to it too. She was definitely not like any other woman I'd ever known.

"Will you do something for me Jasper?" she asked, pulling her fingers through my hair.

"Anything."

"Make love to me," she whispered, so soft that I almost couldn't hear her.

Dear God in heaven, thank you!

I didn't say anything; words could not express what I was feeling in this very moment so I just laid her back onto the bed and proceeded to worship her.

I lavished every inch of her body with kisses and long slow swipes of my tongue. Her skin has the most amazing flavor and something inside me screamed to just devour her. I looked down at her writhing body. She looked like some erotic fairy that was sent up from hell to torture me.

But if this was hell, screw heaven.

I removed my boxers and sat back on my knees between her legs. I gripped her hips and lifted them off of the bed and slowly sank into her cool center.

This was better than any bowl of ice. Her coldness enveloped me, soothing the burning ache deep inside of me that I'd felt ever since the first time she strolled into my dreams.

That's when I knew.

"You're mine," I breathed and it wasn't a just a statement, it was a fact. I pumped into her with long controlled strokes. "Mine."

"Yes Jasper," she moaned my name and it was the best sound I'd ever heard.

I was so close and I knew I should pull out. We weren't using any protection, but I couldn't seem to be able stop myself long enough to be responsible and do what I know I should.

My movements sped up and she cried out, her muscles gripping me so hard that I don't think I could have pulled out even if I wanted to. It almost hurt, but it felt so unbearably good that it set off my own body and I released inside of her.

She cried out again, louder, and gripped the headboard. I heard the groaning of wood and saw the shapes of her tiny fingers pressed into the mahogany.

Jesus, what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?

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