A/N: WOW...okay, so it has been a really long time since I updated this story! One divorce, some bizarre adventures and one move across the country later and here I am, writing again. It's been a crazy year, and I'm sorry I had to keep anyone reading waiting so long! I just really want to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed this work, everyone who has favorited the story or me as an author. Since my life has returned to a state of normalcy (well, as normal as it can be for my life), I promise to get these updates done in a bit of a timelier fashion. I'm a little rusty, maybe a little off my game, so I hope this initial foray back into my slash love satiates a bit for now. Much love fellow fic readers!

PS: Also, even though I live in Hollywierd now, I still don't own twilight, or any of the characters, BUT i can still make them do naughty things with each other!

I stood with my abdomen and face pressed against the granite tiles of the shower that resided in the "strictly for show," bathroom, and my mind began to drift. As I reflected on my feelings I was hard pressed to find another moment in my life where I had felt such a sense of bliss. Though I searched all my clear and precise memories as an immortal in addition to the somewhat hazy ones left from my human life, there was nothing that could seem to even compare to this.

To our surprise, Jasper and I had found the vanity in the bathroom fully stocked; it housed anything a human would need to actually use the room that I had only been in a few times since the home was built. And now Jasper stood behind me, a pristine bar of cream colored soap in his hands. He quickly fiddled with the faucet and in no time had the shower working. The water reached my skin and my heightened sensibility allowed me to feel every drop, and each one met my surface like a tiny gift, delivering an incredible sensation. I sighed as Jasper's hands began to move slowly down my back, making slow circles along the way. I concentrated for a moment and watched the scene from his own eyes. I took a deep breath as I watched this way; as his hands, covered in virginal suds, moved slowly over my skin, easily removing the black tool that lingered after our one on one session. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled my nostrils and the soap began to erode away against my hard skin. I briefly worried that the others would be able to pick up the scent later, having the same sharpened senses, but the thought passed, washing away down the drain with the rest of my cares.

I moved back to my own head as I felt Jasper's hands make their way over my ass, and then down each one of my legs. His movements were surprisingly gentle, and I got lost in the sensation of his skin on mine. I was unsure of what to expect when he placed the bar of soap down on the edge of the tub, but sighed deeply as he pressed both palms against the small of my back. I could feel the droplets of water glancing off his body and hitting mine, and the slight rush of it as he began. His hands moved up slowly and firmly, his fingers spreading apart along the way, until claws were on my shoulder. His talon like hands then moved down my back, and it felt as though long ribbons of skin would fall from my body where each of his fingers had made a trail. At the same time a rush of the most pleasurable electricity flowed straight up my spine, bursting like a thousand blown filaments at the base of my neck. He knew exactly what to do, exactly where to touch, to get me right where he wanted me. I was hard again.

I tilted my head down and stared at my erection, then past it to my feet, where thin streams of black oil where swirling out from me as the water carried the muck away. I watched the patterns, the dancing of two liquids who were supposed sworn enemies. These were two substances that were never supposed to mesh, never meet in the middle; but here they were, defying everything against them, somehow together as one. I exhaled deeply as Jasper's hands turned me around; they worked quickly over me, erasing all the remaining sign of oil or soap. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to focus on the feel of it all, to make a muscle memory of the moment.

"There," he announced softly, "all clean."

I opened my eyes to find him staring up at me once again from beneath his eyebrows; and yet again, the smirk of the devil appeared on his face.

"It's your turn," he growled softly.

In a flash the worn down bar of soap was in my hands, and he was behind me, out from under the shower head. I turned to him, and as sure as I was that I wanted to touch him, all over, I found myself suddenly nervous. I watched as he let the water pour over his head, as he proceeded to run his fingers through his flaxen hair, pushing it back, up and away from his face. He stretched out, leaning back against the tile, as if presenting his whole self to me. I couldn't move.

A sudden rip of sharp laughter pierced through the sound of the soft sound of water, startling me.

For a moment I was dazed, and then I realized that the sounds were coming from Jasper himself. The look of amusement on his face was endearing, and his angular face took on a softness I had yet to see. I was smitten again, but confused.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked softly.

"Edward," he shook his head, "it appears that you are intoxicated by my very presence. Just exactly how do you plan on washing me with that?" He nodded towards my hand that was holding the soap.

I looked down to find that my fist had tightened so much around the bar that ribbons of squished soap had begun to protrude from between my fingers.

"Oh," I laughed lightly as I opened my hand, only to find that I had, indeed, killed the soap. I looked up at him, from the dismal sight in my palm, and as our eyes met we both couldn't help but laugh. I fell in love with the sound of his happiness then, as the sounds of our laughter echoed through the stark bathroom. Without thinking, I reached out and placed my soap laden palm against his chest, over the place where his heart had once lived. He stared at the connection for a moment, and I found myself watching me through his eyes. I had never before seen myself with such a look of burning desire, had never seen myself look so happy. I was amazed.

"You do something to me, Jasper," I whispered, "and I don't know if it's all me, or partly you, but I feel like I could want you…forever."

"You want me?" He asked.

"Are you crazy? Of course I do," I retorted, scoffing at the idea that he could think otherwise.

"I mean, do you want me, the way I had you?" He asked. He pulled me close to him then, our lips almost touching, our eyes locked.

I didn't know what to say. My words failed me, stuck somewhere between my brain and my throat.

"I want you to fuck me, Edward," he growled softly. I was still somewhat dumbstruck as he placed his hand over mine, and moved my palm down his torso. He leaned his head in as he did this and put his mouth to my ear.

"Clean me, like a good boy," he sighed, "and then fuck me, like a man."

His wish was my command, and I would give him what he wanted. Without saying a word, I kissed him deeply, but regretfully pulled my mouth from his, in order to get started on my work. I quickly found a fresh bar of soap, and somehow my body knew exactly what to do. I was on autopilot, as if every contour of his body was like an old friend to me. I ran my hands down his chest, then his abdomen, and without thinking got down on my knees to wash his legs. I found myself face to face with his hardened dick, but ignored it; and as I slowly ran my hands up and down each one of his legs, I stared up at Jasper. Each time my hands approached his crotch a small moan escaped his lips. Suddenly I myself in a slight position of power, and quite frankly, I was enjoying the tease.

"Wash me," he growled, taking his dick in his hand. My sudden feeling of empowerment, had of course, been short lived. But I did as he said, softly running my soapy hands up and down his shaft, and over his balls. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, as he continued to softly growl, and the noises were encouraging me to go on. I couldn't stop myself then, as he stood there, engulfed in the moment, so unsuspecting. His beautiful equipment, devoid of all oil, and all suds, stood at full attention before me. I wanted it.

I took him in my mouth, and he gasped, staring down at me in surprise as he felt my lips close around his dick. For a moment it seemed as though he intended to stop me, not wanting to let his power go, but as I began to move my mouth up and down he moaned.

"You're going to pay for this," he growled, "it's not what I asked for."

I pulled my mouth from his dick and looked up at him, "can't I do both?" I asked, coyly.

"You'll do what I say," he said sternly. He grabbed my head by the hairs on the back of my neck and pushed my mouth back onto his dick.

He guided my head, slowly at first, back and forth, the water from the shower flowing and stopping over my face in a continuous pattern. He picked up the pace though, moving me quicker and quicker, moaning louder and louder as he used my mouth. I moved my tongue in circles around his dick, learning from what he had done to me.

"Use your hands," he moaned.

My one hand found a home playing softly with his balls, as I played with them he let out a soft, "Oh, Edward," and I wanted to hear him say my name again. My other hand began to slowly creep, up the front of his leg, and then ever so slowly wound around to his back side. I took his ass cheek in my hand and squeezed it tightly, and for a moment pulled him closer to me in opposition with him moving my head back and forth. But I knew what I wanted to do, and my hand knew exactly where it was going. I ran my fingers slowly down the crack of his ass, and found the place where my dick belonged. I ran my finger around the edge of his asshole, and slowly it began to open for me. The water was a crappy lubricant, but my finger found itself inside of Jasper. I looked up at his face as I worked. He gasped slightly when I entered, perhaps surprised that I was catching on so quickly, but moaned as I went ahead, kneading his insides as he continued to fuck my face.

"You like sucking my dick, don't you Edward?" He asked, staring down at me.

"mmhmm," I mumbled from around his dick.

"You want to put your dick where your finger is, don't you?"

"mmhmm," I mumbled again.

"You want to fuck me don't you? You want to cum inside me, have a piece of you in me?"

"mmhmm," I mumbled once more, but this time a bit more feverishly.

"Make me cum then, Edward, make me cum like this and then I'll let you fuck me."

I continued to thrust my finger softly in and out, my dick growing hard as I became more and more comfortable with the idea of being able to fuck him like he wanted me too. His moans and growls assured me that I was doing what I was doing well. I wanted to fuck him, wanted to know what it felt like to be inside of him. My tongue, my mouth, my hands and fingers all moving together for one common goal. I wanted to please him, wanted him to reach the pinnacle, partly for his pleasure, but for my own selfish reasons, too.

Jasper suddenly let out a long moan and I felt his asshole tighten around my finger, and his grip tighten on my hair.

"Oh, Edward, I'm going to fucking cum," he moaned.

His thrusts became sharp, as they had when he had taken me, and suddenly a warmth filled my mouth. He was gasping, clinging my head with both hands and crying out my name as he came. I swallowed his seed down with pleasure, as he slowly rocked back and forth, until coming a complete stop. I continued to suck, though, until I was sure that every last bit was gone, swallowed down into oblivion.

I slowly pulled my finger from its temporary home, inspiring another low moan in the process, and then pulled myself from my knees using his hips as leverage. I stood before him, a grin on my face, pleased with myself that I had made him cum. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close in the process, eager to feel the tremors still clearly running through his body. He stared at me, a look of awe on his face.

"So?" I asked, still smiling.

"You did very well, Edward," he smiled back.

He kissed me softly, but the moment of bliss was interrupted. I pulled away.

"What's wrong Edward, are you okay?"

Esme's thoughts were suddenly mingled with my own. They were pulling in the driveway. They would park in the garage and unpack the car, but still, this meant we had a matter of seconds to clean up and put ourselves together.

"Shit," I reached back and shut the water off, stumbling out of the shower at the same time.

"Edward? What is it?" Jasper asked, exasperated.

I turned to him, hating for our moment to end, but full of fear that we would be discovered and simply said the one thing that would sum up our problem:

"They're home."

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