I think only one person guessed the direction Jasper was headed…way to go Lia516! This one's for you! Wait, that sounded like a Bud Light commercial…not what I was going for. Oh, well. I hope you guys enjoy!

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JPOV

I contemplated what I could do; it didn't take me too long to decide.

I thought maybe a Richard Gere thing, but figured it would be much less dramatic without the factory workers and whatnot. Besides, there really was just one perfect way to do this. Now to just find all of the props and hope it worked, because if not, I was about to look like a total ass.

But for Alice, it was worth it.

I knew I had fucked up. Now was the time to man up and go get her as Bella so eloquently counseled. Who was more of a man than fucking Cusack, really? The women seemed to think so anyway. And not even Alice would be able to resist a classic like this, I hoped.

Surprisingly an old boombox and trench coat were easy; I just had to ask the right people. But the tape – who had tapes anymore? Plus the fifty batteries it would take to get this stupid thing to actually work even if I did locate one…yeah, I would compromise, this was close enough.

I hoped.

I pulled up in front of the Cullen house, it was big and imposing, nothing like the family that resided there, well maybe except for Emmett – though I didn't want to think about him right now, he would come later.

Shit.

Deep breaths Jasper, you can do this. Yeah, pep talks and all that, this was going well. After banging my head against the steering wheel a few more times while parked out in front of her house I knew it was now or never.

This was it, Dr. Cullen was surely home and he knew who I was, he would know everything. This was the end of teaching for me. This would possibly end some very good friendships. I didn't know that I would have anywhere to live fairly soon.

She's worth it, all of it.

No more pep talks, time to get my girl. I pulled the car in as close to the house as I could and rolled the windows down and loaded my newly acquired CD - Peter Gabriel, it just keeps getting better.

Fucking Cameron Crowe.

Didn't he even stop to think about the effects he was having on the male population with his stupid movie? I was now standing outside this house, in the middle of a prominent neighborhood, in an oversized trench coat holding up some junky boombox while blaring In Your Eyes from my car stereo. Next thing I know I would be telling her that she completes me.

She does.

Cusack and Cruise all in the same damn day! Next thing you know, I'll be jumping on someone's couch telling them how much I love her. Christ. What a loser.

I didn't move, I made sure the CD was repeating track nine, and I stood there waiting for someone to come out. Luckily the houses on the street were not too close together; no one was coming out of their house and staring, yet. The song was almost done for the first time; I didn't see the house stir in the slightest. Were they home? There were at least two cars here; did they all take a third one? Alice's car was here.

Then, as the song began its second reiteration, I saw a curtain move. My stomach clenched. Shit. Shit. Shit. Please let it be her.

I watched the windows closely, holding the prop in the air as if my life depended on it, ignoring the sweat that was pouring from me on this oddly warm afternoon under the trench coat. I saw the movement in the house again, my heart leaped this time. Please.

It was still again for a short time. I was thinking about giving the song one more go around before I rethought the plan. I leaned against my car, my arms tingling with fatigue, when the door flew opened, but no one came out right away. I stood up, committing myself to the scene once again. Suddenly I saw my little angel; she stood in the doorway with a smirk on her pouty lips. What had made me think I would ever let her go? Idiot!

She took a step out of the door, I did not break my position, though I wanted to run and scoop her into my arms. My lovely Alice. I didn't want to anger her, I still had to beg. The smile was a start.

She was slowly walking towards me, the song still pouring out of my car, I couldn't hear anything, I could only see her. I breathed deep. Then I held my breath when my eyes flicked to her door way again, in it stood two very paternal figures watching the entire scene. Dr. Cullen looked…amused? And Mrs. Cullen, well, she looked as if she were ready to cry. This was not what I expected. Did Carlisle not recognize me as his much older son's friend and roommate? Did they not see that I was here to profess my love for their much younger daughter?

It didn't matter.

All that mattered was her. And she was close now. Her eyes searched mine and I tried to convey everything I was feeling in one look. "Alice?" I finally ventured.

"Shut Up Jasper"

I didn't move. I didn't say anything. The song was playing itself out again and she just watched me, the small smirk creeping onto her lips once again. "Okay, talk." She said suddenly when it was silent. I turned quickly, reaching into the car and turning down the volume of the stereo before it was able to start playing again.

"Alice, I am sorry. I am an ass. I know now that no matter what, no matter if you are in my class or my best friend's sister, no matter how much I am scared to admit it, no matter how much I don't deserve you, I know. I know I love you and that you are the one for me." God, none of the words in my head were sounding like enough. I stayed silent while she continued to stare directly into my eyes. I wasn't afraid of what she would see. I knew what I was saying was the truth and I knew that she could see it.

"Tell me, please…"

"Tell you what Jasper?" her tone was calm but guarded.

I sighed, "Tell me if it is too late. Tell me if you can ever forgive me. Tell me what I need to do to help you even start to forgive me. Please, just tell me you can still love me too." I was pleading now. I never in my life was as sure as I was about Alice, especially now that she was here, standing in front of me. I didn't care if we never had sex again – though I sure hoped that wasn't the condition – I just needed her to be with me.

Silence.

The old boombox was now sitting on the ground, the trench coat tossed into the car, the music off. Carlisle and Esme had disappeared from the door, it was just the two of us, but she wasn't saying anything. I didn't speak either; I knew I needed to let her decide on her own if I wanted any chance at all.

Finally she sighed. "Jasper," I didn't move, I just continued to look into her eyes. She shook her head. This suspense was killing me, but I deserved it. "Jasper, are you sure you are done being an idiot?"

I laughed, I don't know if it was the appropriate response, but it was involuntary. "Yes, very sure. More sure about this than anything I have ever known before." She raised her eyebrow as if she was in doubt.

"I told your brother," I blurted; I hoped that wasn't a mistake.

Now she smiled. "Which one?"

"Edward."

"That's why you're still alive I guess," she giggled. "What did you tell him exactly?"

She was talking to me; that's all that mattered.

"I told him that I love you. He wasn't happy, but as you can see, I made it out of the apartment alive."

"Yeah, lucky he has been distracted lately or that could have gone a whole direction."

So it wasn't just me that thought he was being weird.

I shook my head. "Alice? Do you forgive me? Do you want me to beg?" I dropped to my knees, ready to do whatever it took. She was so worth this. I was manning up by not being a man at all. Nice.

"No, no begging, I think you have humiliated yourself enough for one day." She looked down at me, hesitant. "Do you mean it?"

"Mean it?"

"Yeah, do you mean it when you say you love me? That I am the one for you?" She was still guarded, but the look in her eyes was hopeful.

I smiled up at her, "Baby, I mean it. If you forgive me, I will make it up to you for the rest of our lives. You are the ONLY one for me, the only one that will ever be for me…" could I admit it? Would I be making a fool of myself if I told her? Would she laugh and tell me that I was a crazy if I admitted what I was thinking?

I wanted to tell her, so I did.

"Alice, you are my soul mate, I have never been so sure of something in my entire life. I know it may sound crazy, I know…" she put her tiny hand over my mouth. I looked into her eyes to figure out what she was thinking. Had I said too much? Was she figuring out how to tell me to leave? But as I watched, tears began streaming down her face.

I stood, taking her hand from my mouth, holding it and using the tips of my fingers to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Alice? What's wrong?" I whispered. I didn't know if I could take it if she was going to reject me.

"Oh, Jasper. Do you mean it? Really?" I shook my head in earnest. "Oh! I knew it all along! You are my soul mate, I am so happy you know it too!" I felt like I couldn't breathe. She knew we were meant to be too. My heart soared.

She smiled up at me and pulled me down. She pressed her soft lips against mine very quickly and giggled. "So now that that is settled, it's time for you to meet my parents."

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The parents thing was interesting. They even promised to ask Emmett not to kick my ass. So at least there was that.

As soon as Alice could manage to get us away from her parents she was all over me, just like nothing had happened. I was done being a fucking girl for one day so I didn't stop her.

Luckily Edward wasn't at the apartment but I wasn't sure when he was getting home. I hoped it wouldn't be anytime soon, I don't think he would have been too happy to see her wrapped around me coming through the front door, parental approval or not.

What I was about to do to her, I was sure I did not have parental approval for.

We barely made it to the living room before she started taking off my clothes. She missed me as much as I did her. She had my shirt unbuttoned and on the floor while I trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, my mouth never leaving her skin. She tasted so sweet.

I sat her down on the coach, reluctantly moving away from her small form, and looked at her, reveling in her beauty, so grateful she was mine. My erection was straining at my pants, eager to feel her, so I did not wait long before I swiftly removed my pants and boxers and lowered myself onto her gently.

I began kissing her again with abandon and nibbling on her soft skin as I went. I heard her moan beneath me and realized she was too covered up. Easily enough I removed the black knit dress she wore, revealing a matching black lace set of underwear. I growled at the sight. She was perfect.

I pulled her panties down her slim legs, throwing them to the side. As I knelt at her feet, I wanted to worship her, show her how much she meant to me. I pulled her tiny foot up to my mouth, kissing her arch. She sighed, spreading her legs for me. I suckled her toes, before moving my lips up to her calf; it was so toned and tight. My tongue trailed upwards, towards her knee. I bit her lightly on the soft inside of her thighs, enjoying the small noises she made as my teeth marked her.

When my lips met her core, the slick juices covered my mouth. I groaned at the evidence of how much she wanted me. Her hands were in my hair, pulling and twisting almost painfully as I lapped at her clit. I had wanted to kiss her whole body, to suck and bite her all over but when I tasted her I realized I couldn't hold back. My hands pulled her hips to the edge of the seat and I pulled my body back before I drove into her roughly, throwing my head back as I felt her clench around me. She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, her shallow breath warm on my neck.

We didn't speak, but our noises filled the room as our hips rocked together. I leaned down, sucking her lace covered nipple into my mouth. She gasped and arched her back, causing my body to jerk in response.

I increased my pace, slamming into her forcefully, never releasing her breast from my lips. I bit down on the hard tip, laving it with my tongue. Switching to her other breast, I brought one hand up to roll her unattended nipple between my fingers, pulling on it sharply. My free arm was wrapped around her tiny waist, keeping us together in rhythm.

She whimpered, "Jas" and I knew she was going to come. I continued biting and suckling her breasts through her bra, while our bodies crashed together. There was desperation to our fucking, as if to show how much we had missed while we were apart.

When her walls fluttered around my cock, and she cried out, I felt myself release into her, marking her on the inside. I wanted it to last forever, this connection we had made. I never wanted to pull out of her; to always be inside her.

As our bodies unwound and our tremors subsided, I pulled her off the sofa, onto my chest. We laid in silence; nothing seemed like the right thing to say at this point. So much had happened today; we had declared our undying love, how could we top that?

After a while, I pulled her mouth to mine and studied her face. "What are you thinking?"

"Mmm, that was fun." Her smile bright and her eyes danced when she looked at me. God, this girl was unbelievable.

"Yeah, it was."

She sighed; I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Hmm, well, it's just that you're no Lloyd Dobler..." a wide smile appeared on her face, "But I guess you'll do."

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EPOV:

The sound of the door closing had woken me up this morning, and when I looked down at the bed I realized what the sound meant.

Bella had left. She had left without saying goodbye.

Fuck.

I knew she had been drunk last night, but I didn't think she was drunk enough to be ashamed of what we did. Remembering the feeling of her full lips on my cock was too much for me to handle yet. Her mouth was so warm; her lips soft, her small hands were perfect, squeezing…

I groaned, rolling over and pushing my morning wood into the mattress. I had hoped we could continue our exploration today, since she had passed out when we got back to my place.

Why would she have left? I didn't say anything to her that would have made her mad, did I? Maybe she was just embarrassed.

Damn it. I will just have to find her today, and talk to her.

This morning when Jasper told me he needed to talk to me about something, I thought maybe something was going on at work, or in his class.

And then he dropped the bombshell that he and Alice, my baby sister, were sleeping together. That he loved her, but they had an argument and she wouldn't talk to him. Did he think I was going to offer to help him out? He's really lucky he didn't tell Emmett first or he probably would be in the hospital by now. Emmett is even more protective of her than I am and I wanted to kill him.

I tried to calm down and just think about it. Then it hit me. The person he had been having loud, raucous sex with the night I saw Bella at the bar was Alice, and I really almost hit him then. He said that he was going to talk to Alice, and if he had to quit teaching for them to be together, that he would do it.

Knowing how much his teaching position meant to him really said something about how much he cared for my sister. I just wish he hadn't treated her like some cheap piece of ass for the last several weeks, sneaking around with her behind our backs. No wonder Alice was upset.

I remembered the day I had shown her the picture of Jasper and I at the Mariners game. Her eyes had lit up when she saw him, and she started talking about that whole soul mate bullshit. I had laughed her off, thinking nothing of it. And look where we were now.

Well, this is his mess to clean up. I know Jasper is a good guy, but he definitely had some making up to do. I wasn't going to get in the middle of it as long as Alice didn't need me. She had always resented not having a sister to talk to about her girl stuff with.

Our parents were pretty busy with teaching and their jobs outside the university, so I don't think she would go to our mom to talk. Hopefully there was someone she could confide in.

I needed someone to talk to about it, and then I thought of who I wanted to be there.

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The library was hopping for a Sunday afternoon, and I looked around for Bella. She wasn't at the desk, so I asked the student worker there if he knew where she was. He pulled a face and pointed out into the stacks. I didn't understand why he was acting like that, so I figured I should ask.

"Is she busy? Should I come back later?" I would just wait until she was done.

"She is helping some guy look for something," jealousy flared at his words. "That guy is a total creep, he wants her to help him find research material on," his voice lowered and he leaned towards me, "people that have sex with dead animals. Freak."

Now I was angry.

"Why does she have to help him? That's revolting and she shouldn't have to deal with that." My voice was louder, but steady, worry and disgust blooming in my chest.

"We can't refuse to help people, no matter what their research is. She said another librarian had gotten into trouble when they refused to help someone because of their own personal beliefs." He shrugged, as if it meant nothing to him.

I headed in the direction that he had pointed, looking down the aisles for her and this creep. If she felt she should help him, I was going to make sure that the guy didn't try anything on her. Who knows what he was really after?

It took me a few minutes to find her and the guy.

He was a lot taller than she was and had his greasy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Standing menacingly over her, he leaned towards her while he talked quietly. Fucker, he better not have touched her. I would break his damn arms off, for a start.

She caught my eye and smiled a shyly at me, before looking back at the guy as he spoke. He saw her glance at me though and turned around.

"Do you know him?" I could hear him ask her in an oily voice.

"Um, yeah. He is a friend. Is there anything else I can help you find?" She sounded uncomfortable to say the least, but when I stepped towards them she shook her head at me. Ok, I will just stay here.

I wandered not far away, looking at the periodicals while I waited. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them still talking.

And then I heard her scream.

I ran around the shelf to find her pinned in the corner, one of his hands in her hair and the other on her ass.

Before I could think I pulled the guy off of her and punched him in the stomach, hard. He bent at the waist, all the air leaving his lungs. I grabbed her and pulled her out of the aisle and into the open area. He recovered and came charging out after her.

He swung at me wildly, but I just swatted his hand away. Bella was safely behind me, and had signaled to the student worker to call security. After a few minutes Mike showed up, looking surly.

"Problem, Bella?" He looked at her, resentment in his eyes.

I spoke up.

"Mike, this guy had Bella pinned in the corner and was sexually harassing her."

He looked at both of us, eyebrows raised and I knew he was remembering the scene he had witnessed just last night between us, my hands up her skirt, her body pressed against the shelves.

I wondered if he would make a big deal about our situation or if he would let this guy slide because he hadn't said anything to us. I sure as hell hoped he wouldn't.

"Listen, Mike. Bella's safety was at risk. And I know you don't want anything to happen to her, right?" I was trying to use my best authoritarian voice, hoping that he would realize that she was in danger from this guy, not from me.

The creep guffawed, before speaking. "You're the one that assaulted me, asshole, not the other way around. She was fine before you showed up." He smiled at Bella again, his eyes cold.

My arm raised, ready hit him again, but Bella's hand on my forearm stopped me.

She shuddered. "Mike, he did put his hands on me, so I think we need to call campus police and file a report. We have a witness, so it's not just my word against his." Her face was calm and I wondered how often she had to deal with this kind of stuff.

Mike finally nodded and directed the man away from us, glancing back over his shoulder. "Bella, I will come by later to get your report."

"Thanks, Mike." She smiled at him warmly before turning back to me.

"And thank you, too good Samaritan. You keep saving me from these creeps and I will start thinking you are some kind of hero." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and laughed softly.

"No problem. Glad I could be of service, ma'am." I put my arm around her shoulder, and guided her to a table in the back. She sat up on the edge of the table and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me. It felt so good, and I thought of last night, my body responding immediately. I tried to back away so that my excitement wouldn't be as apparent, but her arms didn't loosen.

Sighing, she raised her head from my chest.

"So, about this morning…" I stopped her, my finger on her lips.

Which of course reminded me where her lips had been last night, so I removed it quickly.

"Don't worry; I know you think I am some kind of tease, so it's not a big deal. I just wanted you to know that."

I wasn't sure what to think. Did she mean what we had done wasn't a big deal? Did she give guys blow jobs in bathrooms often?

She didn't seem like the type.

The scent of her hair was getting to me, she smelled like fruit, strawberries or something. I just kept inhaling deeply, like I was trying to fill up on it.

Her legs opened and I moved closer to her, nuzzling her neck. I couldn't stop myself; it was where I felt like I belonged. She sighed.

"I don't think you are a tease. Tease's don't do what we did the other night at the diner." My voice was low and husky in her ear. "Not that I wouldn't like to do more. That may be the most fun I have ever had while in a diner bathroom."

"Maybe?" She whispered back to me, incredulous. "You're not sure? Hmph. I guess we'll have to try something even more daring. You know, to broaden your horizons. The school motto is 'Challenge Yourself'. We don't want to be accused of letting down our academic community."

"What did you have in mind?" I was totally ready for whatever she could come up with. "I would never want to be accused of failing the academic community."

"Well, we could do a little hands-on research ourselves, you know. I think we were on to something the other day, actually." She blushed a little, but grabbed my hand and headed for the stacks.

I couldn't wait.

AC: So it seems we still have readers!

AN: Yep...and I am thinking that we should give them a heads up.

AC: a heads up? Maybe just a head up...if you know what I mean...

AN: A head up you say? I know they will like that...

AC: They are totally into the innuendo. Well, hold onto your library cards folks…the main event is coming up!