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Rated M for a reason. Something in the way of an after lemon.

Chpt 4 Fine Dining

BPOV

"Mmm." I moan contentedly, stretching out in the long grass. "I told Char it was a waste of time gettin' dressed up."

"So did I." Jasper chuckles.

"I'm glad you did. You are, um, quite magnificent in a suit."

"I've gone about this all wrong as usual." He laughs. "I just can't resist you darlin'. We'd better get dressed an' start again."

I wrinkle my nose. "I'm all dirty an' sticky." I complain.

"There's no shower darlin'." He smirks. "Allow me to clean you up the old fashioned way."

My eyes roll into my head as he winds his way unhurriedly down my body, trailin' his tongue across my exposed skin. Slowly he parts my thighs pressin' a kiss against the soft skin of each before his fingers part my wet flesh an' his tongue strokes languidly through my folds, circlin' my already over stimulated bundle of nerves.

"Jasper." I moan.

"You taste so good darlin'." He groans, pushin' my legs further apart. "So good."

His mouth is everywhere on me, tongue licking an' flicking, teeth nipping gently on my sensitive flesh. Adrift on a wave of heat an' lust I climb rapidly towards yet another climax as his tongue pushes inside me and a magic thumb rubs my clit.

Shrieking I cum again, quick and hard, my legs clamping round his head, my body archin' up from the ground.

As I relax back he looks up at me sternly. "Aw, now see what you've done darlin'. I'll have to start all over again . . . ."

"What?" I can barely form a coherent thought let alone speak. "No! Please Jasper. Mercy!"

Comically un-coordinated I struggle up onto my elbows as Jasper crawls slowly back up my body until our faces are only inches apart. Face serious an' intent he slowly closes the gap and I close my eyes anticipating our mouths meeting.

"Hmm." He murmurs, his lips brushin' lightly against mine. "Perhaps you're right."

Abruptly he stands, pullin' me with him. "Lets get properly dressed." He says. "I actually invited you out here for dinner an' I'd hate it to go to waste."

Humming quietly to himself he straightens my dress smoothin' it out over my body with unnecessarily sensuous strokes of his hands until I am once again appropriately attired and ridiculously turned on.

Chucklin' at my feelings, stupid empath, he straightens his own clothing, fastenin' his pants, brushin' off the dirt an' replacin' his jacket.

"There." He says with satisfaction. "We can start again."

Sliding his arm around my waist he leads me across to the dinin' table and chairs.

"A romantic dinner for two?" I ask, amused, as I check out the arrangement.

"Of course, nothin' but the best for you." With a flourish he pulls a chair out for me. I sit an' allow myself to enjoy the distracting aroma that's been waftin' from the table all night.

He moves around to his own chair an' then stops with a conflicted look on his face, gazing intently into my eyes. I stare back, captivated by him as always and unable to look away. So lost am I in the Jasper coma that I don't even notice he's back standin' in front of me until I feel his cool breath wash across my face.

"Bella." He starts, his voice uncharacteristically unsure. "Do you know why I wanted us to come out here this evenin'?"

"Um. I think so." I mumble, strangely embarrassed an' nervous.

"Good." He says suddenly lookin' more sure of himself. "Because I can't wait any longer."

Droppin' to one knee he reaches into his pocket an' pulls out his hand with something glittery between his long fingers.

He holds it up in front of him, offering it to me with a bewitchin' smile on his face, his eyes boring into mine and his love swirlin' over me like a silk sheet.

"Bella. I love you. You are my bonded mate an' the reason for my existence, you have completed me in a way I would never have dreamed possible. Darlin', will you marry me?"

"Yes." I choke out. Happiness singin' through my empty veins as I take the diamond ring from him with nerveless fingers.

Smilin' broadly he takes the ring an' slides it onto my finger opening up his emotions, lettin' me feel his elation an' pride before sweeping me out of my chair and into his arms, kissin' me with everything he's got. Which is a lot. Eventually he releases me, smirking at my needless gaspin' for breath.

"Ready to eat?" He asks innocently, raisin' his eyebrow at me and easing his embrace.

"I don't think so." I growl, pullin' his face back to mine. "You, my future husband, have started somethin' you damn well need to finish."

"Yes Ma'am." He drawls, takin' me back in his arms an' lowerin' his mouth to mine as we kneel on the ground.

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Sometime later I manage to stagger to my feet, with Jasper's assistance, an' re-arrange my clothin'. "What's for dinner?" I can smell meat eater but I can't identify the scent.

Dartin' forwards he rips the electric blanket from the table revealin' a pair of mountain lions.

"A gourmet dinner?" I laugh. "Where did you . . . ."

"Don't ask darlin'." He groans, shudderin' at some memory. "Just don't ever ask."

"Okay." I promise happily as he drops a crisp linen table napkin in my lap an' runs around the table to take his own seat.

"They might be a bit cold." He says, lookin' embarrassed. "I'm sorry, we should have eaten before, well, before."

Spreadin' my napkin I lean forwards an' delicately sink my teeth into the mountain lion's throat. It is a little cool and the taste is definitely off because its been dead for a while but I still moan happily as I drink because the taste is so much better than deer. I glance up an' see him doing the same.

We drink slowly, savourin' the strange sensation of sittin' down to dinner. If you'd described this scene to me as a human I would have been disgusted but for us it's actually quite romantic. Silly an' more than a bit odd, but romantic, we are vampires after all.

When we're done he guides me over to a nest of blankets an' cushions with a view over the valley an' flits off to 'do the washin' up'.

While he's gone I gaze in wonder at my engagement ring. Its simple an' very beautiful, the stone capturin' an' reflecting the dancin' light from the candles. I'm getting' married. To the world's most amazin' man. I can't believe it. For all my human years I pretty much loathed the idea of marriage. Neither my parents nor my friend's parents ever seemed to be able to make it work an' yet the idea of wearin' a poufy dress, exchanging' vows an' getting a certificate fills me with nervous excitement. It so out of character that I frown suspiciously, but yes my mental shield is up an' I'm not bein' influenced by anyone so this must be how I feel. The question is, how will Jasper feel about frilly dresses an' all that jazz? I know he'll do whatever I want but I wonder what he would want.

I'm day dreamin' about horse drawn carriages, page boys an' English cathedrals when Jasper returns an' sits behind me, pullin' me back to rest against his chest.

"Penny for your thoughts." He says.

"I think I'm havin' a standard female response to bein' newly engaged." I laugh. "How many horses do you need for a carriage?"

"I can't see Jaws or Cavalry pullin' a carriage." He chuckles. "How about a Bugatti Veyron instead?"

I snuggle back against him. "I don't mind J, you can pick the transport if I can have a big, stupid dress."

"You can wear a small towel an' a fireman's helmet for all I care darlin'." Sensin' my temper risin' he continues quickly. "I just mean you'd look good in anythin'. I don't mind what you wear I just want to do everythin' I can to tell the world you're mine forever."

"Nice recovery." I giggle. "Just remember, bride's to be are notoriously sensitive an' prone to overreaction."

"Duly noted." He says mock seriously an' we lapse into comfortable silence.

Of course I have to go and spoil the moment by rememberin' that he's been married before. Alice. Where is she? And where is Edward? Great time to be thinkin' about Edward.

"Darlin'?" Jasper questions. "I've lost you."

Lie, lie, lie an' be quick. "Sorry, thinkin' about Charlie."

"I'm sorry." He murmurs, his arms tightenin' around me.

Grateful for my shield I sigh unhappily, payin' for my errant thoughts with a genuinely miserable one. "He would have loved to give me away."

"He probably would have hated me anyway."

"Why?" I ask, shocked he would think that.

"No job, no intention of gettin' one. Long hair. Good ole country boy accent. Motorbikes an' muscle cars. Prone to killin' innocent people an' wearin' cowboy hats."

I laugh. He's right. Charlie would have been extremely perturbed to be introduced to the real Jasper.

"He liked you well enough as a Cullen." I offer.

"No he didn't." He snorts. "He was always suspicious of me, he thought I was scary lookin' an' would probably turn out to be a serial killer."

"Cops instincts." I mutter. Equal parts appalled an' proud of Charlie's instincts about Jasper. "My mother would love you. She was always a sucker for a pretty face an' a well developed physique."

"Do you think I have a well developed physique?" He asks, actin' innocent.

"You know you do. Modesty is not one of your strong points."

He laughs an' presses his well developed bits into me more firmly.

We watch the night sky for a while, talkin' but not actually havin' a conversation.

"Are you lookin' forward to movin' to New York?" He asks.

"Yes an' no." I answer truthfully. "I love the idea of livin' in New York, I thought about joinin' the NYPD at one point but there weren't enough sunshine hours. I'm just worried about bein' around all those people an' not being able to hunt as regularly."

"You'll be fine." He assures me. "I'm pretty sure you can do anythin' you put your mind to."

"You're biased."

"Of course, only the best for Jasper Whitlock."

"You're not Jasper Whitlock anymore." I sigh with regret.

He kisses the top of my head. "It's just a name darlin'. I've still got everythin' that's important to me." We both shiver lightly, rememberin' how close we came to losin' it all. An' then he laughs. "But I'm tellin' you now darlin' if you think I'm paradin' around New York as Eric fuckin' Northman you've got another think comin'."

"Aw." I pretend to be disappointed. "But Eric Northman's so hot."

Growlin' he flips me over onto my back and spends the next couple of hours establishing his dominance in the matter of all things sexy blonde vampire.

Eventually we cuddle up together in the blankets, satiated to the point of inertia.

"My dress is ruined." I murmur.

"That's a shame, we'll have to get you another one. It was a very nice dress."

"You're suit is ruined."

"I've got hundreds of suits darlin'."

I'm not going there, not at the moment.

Content we lay together, my head on his heart scar an' his arm thrown over me, listenin' to the sounds of the world wakin' around us as dawn approaches.

Suddenly Jasper breaks the silence. "Bella, what are you an' Pete up to?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, going cold. Its not like I've been actually keepin' anythin' from him, I just haven't shared all my thoughts with him yet, if I'm honest possibly because I sense he won't approve.

"I know you both wanna piece of Rutilio's ass." He continues quietly

I shrug in what I hope is an innocent manner.

"Bella." He sighs, shakin' his head. "I'm over one hundred an' sixty five years old. I have two philosophy degrees. I understand Latin perfectly well. Do you remember what I said to you durin' the fight?"

"That revenge is a season in hell?"

"Darlin'." He says seriously, stroking my cheek with his thumb and liftin' my head so he can look into my eyes. "Revenge is a nasty thing. It doesn't always turn out the way you expect. Sometimes you destroy yourself an' the things you love in order to get it. It ain't worth it."

JPOV

She is watchin' me with those intelligent eyes an' I will her to understand what I'm tryin' to tell her.

Please don't do this.

But she doesn't, not yet. Killin' to survive is one thing, killin' for revenge is somethin' entirely different.

I'll help them, if that is what she wants. Hell, I kill the fucker myself if I have to, an' I'll let her plan her revenge, but all the while I'll be hopin' that she changes her mind an' comes to her senses.

Because I know what this will do to her. I know what it did to me.

A/N As some of you know I have been having trouble posting, anyway thanks to one particular reviewer (you know who you are and I didn't know if wanted a name check) who we shall call 'Wonderful' I am up and running again. All hail Wonderful and the horse she rode in on.