Special thanks to my awesome Beta NCChris!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, twilight is solely own by Stephenie Meyer. I just borrowed the characters.
For the title I had to go a little country in honor of our Jasper with George Strait, but the song that was on constant repeat was Untouchable by Taylor Swift great romantic song for them.
Chapter 10 – Carried Away
The clock chimed as its hands aligned to inform the house that it was noon. Renee still had not returned from her night of debauchery, and Bella had taken the opportunity to help Nelly with the household chores. She was currently dusting the grandfather clock in the sitting room, while Nelly cleaned the small metal fireplace.
"Nell, do you think she will ever return?" Bella asked.
"Well, I kno dat I am meant to sa 'I hope so' but heer is ta wishan she doesant," Nelly said.
Bella looked at Nell with a wide-eyed shocked expression.
"Nell, I cannot believe you just said that about my mother."
Bella reprimanded her, but, when her lips twitched, they both fell into a fit of giggles.
Their laughing stopped abruptly when the door slammed shut, causing both girls to jump in fear. Standing behind them was a furious looking Renee.
"What is the meaning of this?" she bellowed, making them flinch.
"Nice to see you too, Mother," Bella said defiantly.
"No one likes a smartass, Isabella, and get away from that clock. YOU! This is your job. This is why you are here and not on the street. I suggest you do your job and not have my daughter do it for you or you will be out on the street."
Renee sneered at the two girls, yet only Nelly looked ashamed.
"Sorry, Madam," the scolded housekeeper replied meekly.
"No, Nell, you should not be apologizing. I volunteered to help. She didn't approach me. If you want to chastise someone, chastise me, not her." Bella stated, standing up for her.
"Dear God, Isabella! You are becoming more like your father every day. Get up, leave those rags on the floor, go and bathe, and change into decent clothing."
Renee looked at Bella with disgust; looking over her working dress critically.
"And you…" she pointed a finger at Nelly, "clean this up. That is your job, am I not right?" Renee said in a patronizing voice.
She grabbed Bella's arm and dragged her to the washroom.
"Wash all this grime off you; meanwhile, I will find you some acceptable clothing."
Bella, too tired of fighting off her mother, did as she was told, but made a silent promise to make it up to Nelly sometime soon.
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Jasper's day passed slowly; fortunately, his father was working with the militia and would be out of the house. That meant that the plantation's chores were his responsibility. Normally, he would find the tasks such a nuisance, but, today, he welcomed the distraction.
While he worked, his mind attempted to determine a solution to his and Bella's dilemma. It was only after his evening wash, that his overworked brain came to a conclusion. If all went well, Bella wouldn't begrudge him this and they would be free.
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As per routine, Jasper saddled both Leroy and Sally. He carefully packed the plates of food he'd stolen from the kitchen and a bottle of wine with glasses. He'd figured they could celebrate their newfound freedom.
No more hiding.
He sighed, thinking of the possibilities.
The ride to Bella's was fairly short compared to the wait of the day. As he trudged closer, he noticed a head of brown curls looking expectantly to the surrounding grounds. The sound of hooves must have alerted her, as her head whipped to his direction. When their eyes connected, it was as if the sun had come out on a particularly dreadful day.
"Jasper," she breathed his name. A soft smile played at her lips.
"Were you worried I wouldn't come, darlin'?" he asked, seeing the relieved look on her face.
"Not at all, but it has been a dreadful day, and I have been longing to see you. Last night did not satisfy my need for you," she admitted a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
"Mine neither, darlin'," he said drawing closer to her.
He placed Sally next to her window in order to make it easier for her to mount. However, she didn't move, Jasper could sense that she was nervous of something, but had not the slightest idea to what.
"Is everything all right, darlin'?" he asked.
"Um… I need help," she blushes embarrassed by what she was about to ask him.
"What's wrong?"
"Ugh… My mother discovered me cleaning in my working dress, and ordered me to bathe immediately. Unfortunatly, she chose my "acceptable clothing" and it's quite uncomfortable mounting a horse with… a hoop skirt on," she said in one breath.
At hearing her dilemma, Jasper burst into a fit of laughter. Seeing his reaction to her discomfort, Bella's embarrassment quickly turned to anger.
"This is no laughing matter, Jasper Andrew Whitlock," she hotly chastised.
When he saw that she was not amused, Jasper attempted to compose himself. Unfortunately, he failed miserably, and, as soon as his laughter died down, it returned with a vengeance.
Bella, to her own dismay, was attempting to supress her own chuckle from escaping. She had to admit, it was slightly amusing. God only knew what she'd look like trying to mount a horse while wearing a hoop.
"You're right… you're right," he said clearing his throat to conceal the remnants of his hysterics, "It's not funny. What can I assist you with, my Bell?"
"Why, thank you for realizing my discomfort," she said knowing he truly didn't. "Now come inside and help me get this contraption off."
"Alright, hold your horses," he said.
"Fine," she crossed her arms, waiting for him to jump through the window.
"No, I mean hold your horses," he waved the reins in front of her face.
"Oh," she blushed. "Alright, give them to me."
Jasper relinquished the reins to Bella were she secured them to the junctures of the windows. Then proceeded to dismount and climb through the window.
"Very well, show me how I can be of use?" he said as he righted himself.
Uncomfortably, she turned around and lifted her dress' skirt revealing the petticoat underneath.
"You must lift the petticoat and unclasp the hoopskirt. My mother, bless her soul, donned me in one of her old metal hoopskirts."
The sarcastic tone in her voice was enough evidence for her discomfort. Her eyes were fixated on the ceiling counting, with no fixated number as an objective.
His hands shook as he prepared to lift the petticoat. They had never come close to any amount of copulation, yet here he was lifting her undergarments. The sound of her exhale broke his musings. Wanting to expel the tension from their presence, he hurried to find the fastener, when he did he fumbled to unlatch it.
Bella's tally was to one hundred when she felt Jasper fumbling. The thought that her graceful, strong, and earnest Jasper was nervous and clumsy made her chuckle.
"Simply unsnap it, Jasper," she said sniggering.
She turned her head in order to discern what went awry. The sight that graced her, made her double over in laughter. Jasper appeared on the verge of collapsing.
"Oh Lord, Jasper please it's unbearable to wear this thing, swallow your nerves and unbutton it this instant."
"Stop movin', woman, and I will."
With a click the metal contraption fell to the floor, allowing Bella to breathe without having metal digging into her waist. She let her dress fall to the floor once more and arranged the hem until it was in good order.
"Why do women wear these things if they're painful?" he said holding up the death trap they called a skirt.
"That is beyond my understanding, but thank you," she said turning around and giving him a light peck on his lips.
"Shall we?" he motioned towards the window.
"We shall."
Climbing out of the window, both Jasper and Bella made their way to their respective steedS. In order to make the jaunt slightly more interesting, Bella proposed a race. Jasper readily agreed with the exception that the winner should receive a wish. With her acquiescence, they set off careening through the small patch of forest surrounding Bella's house.
The competition was close, but Jasper's horse was ahead by a nose. However, just as they were approaching the cabin, Bella's horse suddenly charged ahead. Not daring to look back, Bella made her way the front of their quaint home. As she slowed Sally to a trot, her breathing began to slow as much as the young fillies. The rush of adrenaline and the thrill of victory brought a large grin to her facial features.
"Since when can you ride like that?" he asked astonished.
"Always, I merely did not have a reason to demonstrate my talent," she replied nonchalantly.
"You amaze me, everyday," he said as he dismounted Leroy.
Tethering both horses to the wooden posts with water, to allow them to rest, he grabbed the items from the sack attached to his saddle. Jasper prayed that nothing was ruined.
"Are you hungry, darlin'?"
"Only slightly, but, Jasper, we have more pressing matters to attend to, or did you forget?" she pressed.
They entered the cabin, where Jasper lit a fire while Bella arranged a place in front of the fire for them to lay. Taking off their boots they sat on the blanket and mound of pillows facing each other legs crossed. Anyone waking in on them would think they were soldiers planning an attack from how grave their expressions were.
"Jasper, I cannot for the life of me determine how we can escape our current dilemma. Please tell me you have a solution! I cannot keep up pretenses if I am forced to hear about one detail of my marriage to James Hunts. I will declare myself insane."
She was breathing heavily now, her eyes stinging with tears wishing to be shed.
"Oh darlin', come here," Jasper motioned for her to come to his embrace.
It constantly broke his heart to see the woman he loved so broken. Though most saw her riotous, rebellious side, Jasper was given the privilege to see beyond the façade. Behind the mask there was just a scared girl looking for comfort and love.
"I believe I have the perfect solution," he whispered into her hair.
She looked up into his stony face.
"Really?"
"Yes, let's run away. No one will know. We'll pack a few necessities and just leave," he said as his eyes glinted with excitement.
"What? It is not that simple, Jasper."
"Why not?"
"For starters, where do you suppose we go?"
He couldn't have thought this through. It just couldn't be as simple as just running away. The idea was very appealing, but it just wasn't plausible to her.
"Wherever you desire, but I was thinkin' we could head up north. Nobody would know who we were."
She would have loved that, to return to her home.
"How would we get there? We can't just steal your family's horses; and what about your family? They care about you, Jasper. Do you not think they will attempt to find you?"
John and Anne would be devastated if their youngest son went missing, that was true, but, Jasper already planned on leaving them a letter vaguely explaining his departure.
"Beautiful girl," he taking her face in his hands, "we could ride to the next town and take a train, take some of the older horses sell them when we arrive, or take Sal and Leroy with us to wherever we go. As for my family, they'll understand. I would give up the world just to be able to spend my life with you."
Her resolve wavered as she realized he had thought this through.
"When?"
The elation and relief that Jasper felt at those words was nothing compared to love he felt for her, but it was quite close.
"Two days, you can gather what you feel is necessary. I will make my own arrangements. No one will be able to follow us; we will leave in the night. By the time your mother realizes you're gone, we will be on a train to our new home, and by the time word reaches James, we would have already arrived. Now, my question is: where would you wish to vanish to?"
"I only have one destination…"
"Port Townsend," they said in unison.
"You would truly give up everything for that damp verdant town?" she asked with only astonishment and love in her tone.
"Everything." he whispered against her lips, "Will you give up everything?"
Jasper had waited for this moment from the second he knew Bella was the woman he wanted to spent the rest of his life loving. He took the little wooden square out of his pocket where it had been weighing him down for this moment, opening it to show the beautiful sapphire and diamond ring. The second his eyes landed on the ring, he new it was the perfect one for Bella.
"Always," she whispered also.
He brought the ring to her eyesight, he felt her tense, but the look in her eyes was nothing but pure joy, even through the shock.
"Oh my…Jasper?"
There were no words to describe how she was feeling just looking at the gorgeous ring.
"Will you give me the privilege to be your husband?"
"Yes," she whispered so softly, had he not been so close he would not have heard her.
He removed the ring from its case and placed it on her bare left ring finger. Secretly though, he wished she had worn James's ring in order to 'accidentally' misplace it in the forest, but was equally as happy she wasn't; fore there was no reminder of their past.
She examined the ring briefly before crashing her lips to Jasper's. All thoughts of food left their minds, as a new hunger over took their bodies. Bella began to lean back towards the floor pulling Jasper along with her. As he hovered over her, they disengaged their mouths and looking into each other eyes, there was nothing but raw passion, need, and pure unadulterated lust.
His eyes bored in hers, asking permission to continue. She bit her lip, which he found incredibly seductive, and nodded her head to the unspoken question. This would be the first carnal activity they both would experience, but at the moment neither was thinking about that minor detail. They were letting their bodies and hearts take control, not their minds.
Bella's hands were buried in Jasper' silky locks, while his were around her waist holding her close. Their lips were locked in a heated embrace. He tentatively drew his tongue across her bottom lip seeking entrance. She eagerly complied and started a battle for dominance as each attempted to explore the most of the others mouth. As Jasper's hands went higher, so did Bella's moans. When he reached her clothed breast, the jolt of pleasure that surged through her rendered her submissive to Jasper as he explored her mouth and body.
For the first time since they had met, Jasper silently thanked Renee for dressing Bella in a dress that latched in the front. He started to unbutton it with calculated precision as he tenderly lowered his lips to suckle her neck.
"Seems someone has lost his unsteady hands," Bella said with laughter in her voice as Jasper quickly finished undoing her dress.
Paying no attention to her comment, he fisted her dress in his hands, lifting it over her head, and revealing the tight corset and undergarments underneath. At the mere sight of her splayed beneath him, cheeks flushed a lovely shade a red that he could only imagined reached far lower than her neck, he groaned.
He sat on his heels while picking up her right leg and kneading from her thigh to her calves. He reached her calf and rolled the stocking, liberating her delicate foot. Rubbing the soles of her feet, he grinned in satisfaction at hearing her moan in pleasure. Releasing her leg, he took her left leg and repeated the process. He removed his own and return to his position over her.
"You are very good with your hands," she purred.
"Workin' the farms does have n' advantage."
She hummed in agreement, grabbed his collar, and worked her hands through the buttons of his band-collar shirt. While she was concentrating on her task, Jasper removed her over petticoat. Untucking the shirt from his trousers, Jasper lifted it over his head, flinging it somewhere in the room. His chiseled faintly sunburned chest was revelaed. At the sight, Bella felt something stirring in her nether regions that had her whimpering in desperation and need.
"Ugh," he groaned in frustration when he saw another petticoat, "Why do women wear so many garments?"
"It is devised to impede men from stripping women of their purity," Bella laughed.
"You will always be pure and innocent to me," he said as he caressed her cheek.
She quirked her eyebrow, "Oh really? Innocent?"
Catching Jasper completely off guard, Bella lunged towards him, successfully restraining him on the blanketed flooring. She straddled his hips, her petticoat rising as she grinded on his adamantine member. He could feel her soaked drawers through his trousers. Wanting to feel her in his hands, he ventured to hold her hips. However, he was thwarted, when her fingers threaded with his and pinned them above his head as she continued moving her hips against his.
"Am I…mmm…still so innocent, darling?" she batted her eyelashes looking the picture of innocence, yet her voice was sultry and heavy with desire.
"Ugnnn… no you're a succubus temptress… aahh" he managed to say through clenched teeth.
She bent forward, her lips beside his earlobe and whispered, "Excellent response."
Releasing his hands, hers began to explore his exposed chest. Everywhere her hands touched, her lips followed; kissing, biting, and soothing with her tongue. She could feel his skin heating as her desired destination drew nearer. Her finger played with the waistband of his trousers. Lightly skimming his hips, she felt them buck under her careful touch.
From his angle, Jasper had a tantalizing view of her corset constricted cleavage. Purposely avoiding his neglected arousal, Bella stroked his clothed thighs, gliding closer with each passing. Finally, in one swift motion she unfastened his trousers and tugged them down his muscular legs.
As she crawled back upwards, he noticed she was much too covered by clothing for his taste. Similar to her earlier action, he shifted their position, to where he was over her once more. Making quick work of her remaining petticoat, corset, and drawers, she was left in only a thin chemise, barely concealing her breathtaking figure.
Their lips connected once more, as Bella wrapped her legs around his waist effectively grinding her dripping sex into his hardened member. His hands caressed her thighs sensually rising, kneading her round cheeks, resulting in a surprised gasp from her. Slipping his hands under the slip of material that she still wore, he lightly grasped her breasts eliciting moans and deepening her irresistible blush.
"Make love to me, Jasper," she whispered, pure love prominent in her voice and eyes.
He shed his own drawers and lifted her chemise, leaving them completely bare. Their eyes roamed each other's bodies, their need evident in their bodies' responses. Bella's eyes widened at the sight of Jasper's well-endowed form. While his eyes were hooded at seeing what he had only dreamed of encountering.
Not being able to wait much longer, Jasper aligned his almost painful erection against her wet folds.
"This will hurt," he whispered.
"I love you, and I trust you, forever."
She closed her eyes, relaxed, and prepared for the intrusion.
"I love you, too, Bella, thank you."
Slowly he entered her. He came to her barrier and paused, allowing her to adjust thus far. Breathing deeply, she nodded, and, in one quick movement, he settled himself inside her tight hot center, not daring to move for fear of injuring her further.
The pain was not unbearable, but it was not pleasurable. Jasper rested his forehead against hers, kissing her lips and whispering apologies for hurting her. Soon though the pain receded and in its place was a new sensation, different from anything she had ever experienced.
She moved her hips against his, indicating for him to move also. He withdrew almost completely, making her whimper with need, and quickly thrust back in. He repeated the process, wanting to prolong the sensation of being one with his lover.
"Mmm… Jasper… faster," she said tightening her legs around him, allowing him to advance deeper.
Bella felt the tightening in her stomach, as he quickened his pace. Needing control, she pushed him on his back, the new position brought on a different wave of pleasure.
Her hips ground against him as his hands found sanctuary on her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples, adding to the abundance of sensations coursing through her. His eyes landed on her collarbone, wondering what other sounds he could elicit if he were to worship the sight of her blush.
In another shift in position, Jasper sat up holding her shoulders as he suckled her breasts. The new angle sent them even deeper, both sensing their impending climaxes. Moving upwardsand biting lightly at her collarbone, caused her head to tip back, and her eyes to close. His thrusts became erratic as her legs shook.
"Oh Jasper… mmmm… I'm oh so clo…aaahh" she attempted to say but managed to only hiss.
"Me too… ughnnn… darlin'."
They returned to their original position. Jasper barely able to control his release, lifted her left leg over his right shoulder. That was all that was needed for her to scream his name as she climaxed, her internal muscles contracting around him sending him over the edge with her.
He released her leg and collapsed next to her bring her to his side. Taking hold of her face, they kissed passionately, both breathing heavily. Slowing the kiss to light pecks, they could not hold off the tired smiles that appeared on their faces. Covering their bodies with a blanket and reaching for some pillows they settled into each others arms with final 'I love yous'. They drifted into a blissful dreamless sleep, knowing soon this would be their life just the two of them and no one interfering.
A/N:Ok I wrote this really fast after the last one but it has been with the beta, and she was pretty busy so she managed to get it to me today. Announcement: I start college tomorrow I don't know how busy I will be, but to those who know this is my freshman year so from what I hear I will never be bored. Don't expect me to update as soon as I have been, and please understand if I don't update for awhile I fully intend to take my story to the end. On to talk of the chapter this is one of the most culminating chapters of the story, please be nice. The only reason I wrote this so fast and was able to write so much (p.s. you got a full 9 pages without the A/N) was because I kept rereading your reviews and they really encouraged me so please, if you got something nice to say or if their is something you want to comment on I'd love to hear it. I want to share a little tidbit Pocahontas with you the hoop skirt scene (which I hope everyone found funny) was sort of inspired by this weird fascination I have with them. If you are from the generation then you know that the second movie features a scene where they are attempting to jam her into one well that's where it started, and so I wanted to incorporate some of that in here. Also my beta had a little trouble understanding a word I put in for those who don't know 'adamantine' means hard, or unbreakable, just in the poetic sense. So that's it just read and review, I also enjoy hearing your guesses on where the plot will go, but generally I just want to hear what you think wether it be good or bad. Pics of the sapphire ring will be on my profile.