BPOV

I woke with a groan. I yawned and, stretching my arms above my head, felt my hand knock into something.

"Ow! That's my chin."

I twisted around to find Jasper rubbing his jaw. He flexed it and grinned down at me.

"You pack quite the punch there, li'l lady," he drawled.

I chuckled without humor. "Yeah…Tray and Jamie never let me forget."

Jasper shifted me around til I was sitting in his lap, with my knees on either side of his hips. He gently bumped my nose with his in a soft Eskimo kiss.

"Hey, I'm okay Darlin'." He smiled.

I gently kissed his jaw. "Okay," I murmured.

J pulled me into a hug. "That's my girl."

I giggled, "What time is it?"

"'Bout one o'clock in the mornin'," he mumbled into my neck. "You were half asleep by the time we got back, so I jus' carried ya up here."

I chuckled, combing my fingers through his curls. Jasper hummed in contentment and hugged me closer to him.

"You're so beautiful, Darlin'," Jasper murmured, pressing kisses along my collar bones.

I moaned softly and I felt him smile against my skin.

"You like that, my li'l darlin'?"

"Yes," I breathed. I leaned down to capture his lips with mine. I kissed him feverishly, gently nipping his bottom lip. Jasper had removed his shirt while I was sleeping, and I relished the feeling of his bare skin and muscles under my fingertips.

Jasper groaned, "Baby, you don't know what you do to me." He shivered under my feather light touch.

Each time my fingers traced one of Jasper's scars, I paused and pressed kisses to it. He had stiffened at first, but slowly relaxed as I continued my ministrations.

He exhaled sharply. "Bella?"

I leaned back, so I could look him in the eye. "I have scars too Jasper. I'm not ashamed, and you certainly shouldn't be. You fought for your sister, and these scars are proof of how much you love her."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Yeah, Baby I know. I've just been given seven kinds of hell 'bout it."

"Well," I said slowly, "I saw them in the shower yesterday, and you saw mine. No big deal."

"Uh," he mumbled, "I was kinda…distracted."

I smirked down at my cowboy. "As was I. I must admit, I paid little attention to your scars, and more to you." I winked.

Jazz gave me a cocky grin. "Good to know, B. Very good to know," he drawled.

I nipped the cocky fucker's neck, and I could feel his pulse skyrocket under my lips. He gasped, causing me to smirk.

"Not so smug now, are ya Cowboy?" I snickered.

He chuckled, "Now Darlin', don't think I don't know 'bout your reaction to my twang."

I twirled my tongue playfully. "I love it," I breathed.

Jasper's gaze was locked onto my tongue. I watched as his pupils slowly dilated, before he crushed his lips to mine.

JPOV

My girl's gonna be the death of me.

My fingers tanged in her beautiful mane, securin' her to me. God, I couldn't get enough of her. Her hot li'l tongue danced with mine, an' she wiggled closer, moldin' our bodies together.

"Jasper!" she gasped.

"Oh, Bella," I groaned, rollin' us over 'til I was hoverin' over her. She locked her ankles 'round my waist, tuggin' me down onto her. My hips jerked forward, grindin' into her. B automatically tightened her legs to keep me in place.

I broke our kiss with a groan, an' trailed my lips over her cheek an' down her throat. Her breathin' hitched.

"Jasper," she moaned.

"That's right Darlin' – say my name," I growled, kissin' down her body.

Bella tugged on my hair again. She groaned when my hips thrusted forward, pressin' my now-very-hard member against her.

I slipped my hands under her shirt, lightly grazin' her soft skin. Her breath hitched again, an' she froze. It took me a minute to realize why: I was getting' close to her scars. The more I thought about it…I couldn't recall really seein' anythin' in the shower.

"Baby?" I whispered.

She shut her eyes an' took a deep breath. I could feel her hands curlin' into fists against my back. My girl knew what I was askin' her: I was askin' for her trust, her permission, and her story.

Bella exhaled with a huff, her hands relaxed, an' she opened her beautiful eyes. In one fluid motion, she discarded her shirt, and flipped on a small lamp near the bed.

The bruises from that Newton fucker were fadin', but as I looked closer, I realized there were scars on her arms. They were very faint, almost invisible, but definitely there.

Bella followed my gaze. "Broken glass," she murmured. She lifted her hands, and I saw the same scratches, very much like the ones marrin' my own hands.

I gently ran my hand down her left side, only to stop at her breast. On the underside, right on the ribs, I found a cluster of scars; perfectly circular.

"Cigarette burns."

Rage pounded through me, quick and fierce. Someone had burned Bella. Someone had used my Bella, my angel, as a fuckin' ash tray.

Well, now you know about B's mysterious scars. Any ideas on the story behind them?

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Until next time, my darlings.