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Rated M for a reason. Lemon.
Chpt 31 Crash Course
BPOV
The house in Funk is not the wreck I was expecting an' Char was correct when she explained that we couldn't stay there long, as we drove through the village that first night I could see the curtains twitching an' the eyes that followed our progress.
The landscape is bland an' flat, an ocean of fields. With a sigh I realise that the hunting here will not be good for any of us. The house is like a white rock island surrounded by a lazy green sea, but visibility is excellent, a double edged sword.
The Manmobile has arrived well ahead as we'd needed to stop for Davis's human moments so as we wind our way up the long driveway the house is already lit an' ready to receive us.
Before the car has even stopped I am out of the door an' throwing myself into Jasper's waiting arms. Natch. Clasping me to him he buries his nose in my hair breathing in my scent while I press my lips to his heart scar and do the same.
"We've got hot water." He drawls, lifting me up. "An' you're in so much trouble."
I shiver in anticipation.
"So much." He promises in a throaty whisper, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Bye J, lil' sis." Pete calls after us as we round the bend in the stairs.
I send him a cheery wave over Jasper's shoulder by way of acknowledgement.
Before I can blink, which of course I don't normally do anyway, Jasper throws me onto the bed an' rips my filthy jeans from my body.
"No panties." He growls staring down at me with black lust filled eyes.
I'm still mid coy shrug when his own jeans meet the same fate and suddenly he's inside me, filling me, stretching me, an' dragging a moan of pure pleasure from my lips.
"Bella." He groans, pressing his body against mine as he rocks his hips gently, pushing into me, an' nibbling my neck with his teeth.
Already it is all I can do to grunt softly an' push back against him, he owns me, body an' soul. And this, when we are together, this is everything.
He continues to lick an' nip my neck while he flexes his hips, moving his cock languidly inside me as his pelvic bone massages mine an' the sensitive skin between us. As he grinds into me my head starts to thrash from side to side my mouth opening an' closing soundlessly as my need overwhelms my brain.
Jasper . . . . mate . . . . love . . . . need . . . . harder . . . . god . . . . want . . . . bliss . . . . need.
"Harder." I manage to croak finally. "Jasper, I need you, harder, pleeease."
With a growl he rises up onto his arms staring down into my eyes intently. Oh, I gasp, Jasper coma.
The new angle enables him to penetrate me more deeply an' I fling my legs up around his torso, as high as they will go, screaming in delight as he begins to thrust into me in earnest.
Lowering my shield I let his desire wash over my body, every nerve end aflame with passion, every cell humming with pleasure. My hands fly over his back an' I revel in the power of his muscles moving under his skin as he fills me repeatedly.
"Bella." He growls his eyes boring into mine, his cock plunging impossibly deeper, driving my hips off the bed.
"Jasper." I gasp as I erupt into predictable flames beneath him.
Time an' space dissolve, leaving our bodies thrusting together and our combined lust swirling over our skin like an electric current, invisible but crackling with ethereal power, lubricating us like sweat. In our coma the only noise is our harsh breathing an' the creaking of the wooden bedframe as we rock against it, both sounds increasing in time with the pace of our coupling. Each driving motion stoking the fire between us, building the delicious pressure, tuning our muscles an' sinews like piano wire.
"Darlin'." He groans, dropping down onto his forearms an' grinding into me slowly once again. "Fuck . . . . can't . . . . need . . . . oh Jesus, Bella . . . . want . . . ." His mouth captures mine, tongue demanding an' gaining entrance, thrusting into me an' claiming me in time with the slow, forceful lunge of his hips.
"Jasper." I beg, my hands tangling in his silken hair. "Please." I feel like I'm stretched taut over an unseen blade, my body arched up into his, my muscles quivering in anticipation.
With a roar he rears back up onto his arms plunging deeply into me again.
"Yes, yes." I chant in time with his thrusts as the pressure within me builds at the same tempo. "Don't stop, please, don't stop. Jasper I'm so close."
Almost snarling he pounds into me pushing me closer an' closer to the edge. His desire twisted expression, thrusting manhood, rippling muscles, intent black eyes, hovering broad strong shoulders, hay and saddle soap scent, an' projections of un-constrained love driving my senses insane. My only conscious thoughts centred on my now singing sex an' the feel of him inside it.
"JASPER!" I scream as the tension snaps an' my first orgasm wallops into me.
"Oh dear god." He groans as my walls clamp around him, drawing him deeper an' resisting his movements. "You're so tight. Fuck . . . . Bella . . . . I'm . . . ."
His cock begins to throb an' twitch inside me, sending my over stimulated nerve endings into an ecstasy of waterfalling orgasms. Mouth still screaming with abandon my walls clench an' spasm around him, draining him of everything he has to give, drawing out his words of love, devotion an' passion until he collapses silently onto me an' we are both shuddering together like sine waves on an oscillator.
Bliss. Utter bliss. I shiver as an aftershock rocks me eliciting the exact same response from his trembling body. And the bed, which collapses suddenly beneath us with a reverberating crash.
"I love you." He whispers lifting up to pepper my face with kisses. "Whatever happens, know that I love you, only you, forever."
"Jasper." I mumble into his lips before I crumple weakly into the ruins of the bed, taking him with me. "You are my life, my everything."
He rolls onto his back pulling me with him so that my head rests on his heart scar while his lips roam soundlessly through my hair.
Peace.
"What did Gus say to you last night." I ask him eventually as we lay entwined in the wreckage.
"He told me under no circumstances, ever, to call him Sir."
I laugh. "You nearly did it a couple of times."
"He's Caius Volturi for fuck's sake." He snickers. "When I realised who you'd got trapped in your shield I didn't know whether to crow with pride or shit myself in terror."
"That big a deal, huh?"
"Yeah." He snickers again. "It's like meetin' a president you didn't vote for. You might hate his guts but you'd think twice about spittin' on his shoes."
We lapse into a comfortable silence but of course after a while I start fretting about what is to come an' how this might be the last time we get to be like this. But instead of breaking down I find that my faulty libido comes to the fore.
Groaning I pull away from him throwing my head back an' clenching my thighs together.
"Darlin'?" He asks in concern, rolling over to cover me protectively with his body.
With a snarl I flip him back an' launch myself at him.
"Oh." He gasps as my mouth crashes into his.
Several hours later Jasper carries me back down to the living room where only Jonathan an' Carla are waiting to greet us. Both sporting big grins.
"That's an interesting gift you've got there Jasper." Jonathan teases.
"Where are the others?" I ask, attempting to divert the course of the conversation an' keep my eyes from Jasper's smugly smirking face.
"Pete and Char are still in their room." Jonathan chuckles, pausing an' tilting his head towards the sounds of pleasure coming from above. "Gus and Harry have gone out, presumably to make crop circles, an' poor Matthew finally admitted defeat and took Davis grocery shopping."
Eager to avoid thinking about our problems for a while, Jonathan an' Carla rummage through the slightly out of date DVD collection and pick a couple of movies for us to watch. As couples we curl up on the couches and lose ourselves in mindless entertainment while we wait for the others to reappear.
Gus an' Harry return first, grinning shamelessly and picking grass out of their hair. While they're in the shower Matthew an' Davis arrive back and Pete an' Char stagger downstairs.
As soon as we are all together Pete updates us on the plan for the next twenty four hours. Jasper, Gus an' Matthew will be working out the details of our survival strategy. He, Char, Davis an' Carla will be gathering intelligence on our targets and preparing our assets, whatever that means. And in the meantime Jonathan an' Harry will be working with me on my physical and mental shields.
Several hours later I am starting to feel that this is a bad idea.
"Fuckin' hell Jonathan." I screech, igniting another round of laughter from the intelligence team in the dining room. "I don't even know what Joan of Arc looked like. How am I supposed to know if it's fuckin' workin'?"
Frustratingly we have discovered that my mental shield can be lifted to allow Jasper's emotions in an' mine out but is fuck all use for anything else.
"We need you to be able to let it down at will Bella." Jonathan reminds me patiently, still retaining his customary smile. "Once we've done that we can start with getting other people inside it. That will be most useful if we need to face The Volturi. Tell me again about Hidden Bella."
I growl, wishing I hadn't told him about my gift that way, he must think I'm a mentalist.
"Bella." Jasper chides me from the living room. Stupid Vampire hearing.
"Fine!" I snap taking a deep breath. "There's Other Bella and Hidden Bella, I think they represent me an' my gift. Hidden Bella controls it an' I have to . . . ."
"Bella." Jonathan assures me. "There is nothing odd about the way you perceive your gift, it works differently for all of us, perhaps you need to get over that first?"
"Okay, okay." I concede. "I have to sort of beat her into submission before she'll let me use any part of it an' then she kinda reluctantly helps me learn how to handle it."
"And what about when you lower your mental shield for Jasper?"
"That's different." I shrug. "When I want it, it just happens."
"So what if Other Bella controls your mental shield?" He suggests. "The 'you' bit."
"Then how do I get it work?" I ask doubtfully.
"Just ask her?" He offers with a helpless smile.
Sighing dramatically I focus my attention back on Harry an', feeling like a fool, politely ask Other Bella if she wouldn't mind helping me out.
"Holy crow!" I gasp. "Neat armour. Did she really look like that?"
"Yeah." Jonathan titters. "She was a bit of a pig."
"Hey!" Gus yells. "She was a sweet and misunderstood woman."
Jonathan rolls his eyes an' Harry mouths 'Lady's man'.
"Alright, again." Jonathan reclaims my attention. "Shield up. Who does she look like now?"
"Lady Gaga."
"Shield up. Again. Who?"
"Me!" I dance with excitement. "She looks like me."
"Okay shield up again." He orders. "Carla, can you come out and give us a hand for a moment?"
Carla flits to his side in a blur.
"Right." He says nodding at her. "Who does Harry look like now?"
"Madonna."
"Bella, this time I want you to keep your shield up but I want you to expand it until Carla is inside. Carla I want you to tell me when you see Harry again."
We both nod.
"And Bella, don't try too hard, relax and will it to happen."
Inside my head Hidden Bella is still sulking but Other Bella is smiling at me in approval. For want of anything better to do I imagine my mental shield as a red bubble wrapped around Carla and I. When it's there in my mind's eye I will it into being.
"Harry's back!" Carla giggles. "Hey Mom."
As soon as I relax, pleased with my success Carla confirms that Madonna is back.
I huff in frustration.
"Don't sweat it Bella." Jonathan assures me. "The trick is to be able to do it once. Now you have we can work on strengthening it and playing about with the possibilities. If your mental shield is an intrinsic part of you in theory it should be much easier to manipulate than your physical one. So let's work on that for a while and then come back to the mental shield."
And so we toil on. Me getting a crash course in gift management an' the others preparing us to go to war against some of the most powerful forces in the vampire world.
Strange day.
Hours later we gather in the yard while Jasper and Gus talk us through the plan.
First up, Vladimir. The one we believe to be the easiest target. We will either convince him of our innocence and get him to join our cause against Rutilio before The Volturi descend, or we will remove him from the game. Sounds simple when you summarise it like that.
Next Rutilio. My favourite part.
And finally the hard bit. The Volturi and Aro. We hope to avoid a fight with them entirely but if not it will be on our terms and not theirs. The success or failure of this will depend on our ability to use our gifts an' skills to evade them until we are ready.
So we have to get to Vladimir first and there begins what Pete has optimistically dubbed Operation; Oh Shit! Look Who You Pissed Off.
A/N There wasn't supposed to be a lemon here but Jasper insisted an' I couldn't refuse him, sigh . . . . Buckle up peeps, The Major and Caius Volturi are comin' out of retirement for one last stand.