(Warning: You asked for more sex and I'm delivering! This is not plot related and is skippable if it's not your cup 'o tea.)

Apology

I know I should care that we're sitting in Jasper's car in the middle of my driveway as dawn breaks, but all I can focus on are his cool fingertips as they graze all the exposed skin and ink he can find. Our lips are firmly locked and our tongues entwined and minutes pass by before I have to come back up for air. When I do, he shifts underneath me so he can nip at my neck; the effect is so intoxicating I don't even try to hold back the moans of pleasure that punctuate every sting of his teeth. There's the slightest trickle of blood that pools into the hollow of my collarbone before he covers the bites with his mouth and sucks. It's a constant, gentle pressure – heaven itself. Through our bond I can feel his emotional spectrum go haywire as he drinks my blood; it's a lust-fueled-frenzy that makes me buck my hips against his wantonly. The faintest tinge of light on the horizon brings me back to reality.

I cast a fleeting glance at the front door and manage to sigh, "Jasper..."

He pulls away with some difficulty and follows my line of sight with lust-drunk eyes. His lips are smeared red; it's so wonderfully lewd that I have to bite down on my lip as he turns to face me again to keep what little composure I have left.

"Inside?" He sounds just as breathless as me despite not needing to breathe. I can't find my normal voice, not one that doesn't sound like a needy half-moan, so I nod.

He doesn't want to waste a moment, apparently; at vampire speed we're out of the car and at my front door. I don't even check to make sure no one saw the reckless stunt. Right now, I don't give a fuck.

My keys tremble in my hands as he grabs me from behind and resumes trailing his hands over my body. Both slip underneath my clothing as I get it together enough to turn the lock – I quickly pull us over the threshold and let the door slam behind us. Jasper's mouth opens next my ear, but before he can say anything I turn around and pin him against the door. The wood creaks against the force.

He looks amused, almost surprised, for a second, until I fall to my knees in front of him. Then that look of intensity from before is back; it's all adoration and abandon. Red eyes flecked with gold follow my movements as I undo the button of his jeans. I lean forward and suck at the stony skin on his hip as I grasp fabric and pull.

As I wrap my fingers around the base of his length he draws in a sharp, shuddering breath and runs one hand over the stubble on my scalp. It's a subtle hint that brings a small, sensual smile to my face. My eyes meet his piercing gaze once more before I fixate my attention on his erection. I swirl my tongue over the satiny, pale head before I take his length into my mouth; in response he groans and thrusts his hips forward. My throat tenses, but I adjust quickly – I swallow until he's sheathed deep in my throat and my lips are pressed against his body.

I start a slow pace,savoring each moment; every moan, every spasm, every broken cry of my name. Every time I pull back I wrap my tongue around him - the noises of appreciation he makes have me so worked up that I slide my hand to my wet, waiting core and plunge to fingers inside to quell how badly I ache for him. The resulting moan is smothered as he plunges his cock back into my mouth. With an unintelligible shout he releases – I stare straight up at him and swallow every bit of his come. Jasper's head lolls back against when I finish; I pull away and look up at him with a smirk.

"That a good enough apology?"

He shakes his head no; before he reaches down to pull me to my feet he pulls his jeans back over his hips. I frown but then I realize he's leading me to the shower. My breathing becomes labored again as I imagine what he's got in mind and a small smile plays on my swollen lips.

Again, he wastes no time – as soon as we enter the bathroom he starts stripping pieces of clothing off me at lightening speed. When I'm naked before him he pulls away and admires his handiwork.

Sit on the counter.

I comply and wait patiently for him to turn the shower on and strip off his own clothing; underneath all the preppy clothes he's muscled and scarred and dangerously sexy. By the time he's done I'm so wet I can feel the slickness of it on the tile under me. He smirks and with one forceful tug brings me to the edge of the sink and pulls my legs completely open. His eyes study me with such primal need that I shiver in anticipation.

He kneels in front of me and buries his icy tongue into my hot, dewy slit. I cry out and buck my hips against his mouth; he increases the tempo and then sucks harshly at my clit. I fall into a fit of high pitched moans – he doesn't let up at all. Right before I'm about to climax he pulls away with a smile that's anything but innocent - this is one of his favorite games. His eyes flicker to the shower.

Still under his spell I slip off the counter and step past the curtain. Steam obscures my vision as hot water pours over me in a deluge. Jasper presses his body against my back – it's a direct juxtaposition to the warmth. His supple digits tease my sex so thoroughly that I'm begging him to take me, begging him for the release I desperately crave. I moan and wriggle against him to try to get him to move faster.

He chuckles darkly against my neck before tearing into my skin again; it's become second nature to power my marks down as soon as he wants a taste. I fall into a dazed silence as he bites and sucks at the tender flesh and his fingers hit a fever pitch. Climax hits me, hard – I writhe in his grip and whimper his name. When I quiet down he presses his lips against my now healed neck. There's a ghost of a smile on his lips when he turns me in his grasp. The seconds that tick by feel like minutes as I watch water drip from his moisture-darkened hair onto his beautiful face.

"Goddamn it Jasper –"

"Turn around...bend over." His voice is hoarse with lust as he commands me.

I do as he asks and brace my hands against the tile wall. His hands roam over my body before he grabs at my hips. In one euphoric thrust he fills me. He's absolutely relentless in his assault – foreplay is definitely over. I have to fight to keep myself steady with the force of his movements.

He grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me back; I feel his muscles against my back and his cool lips at my ear. He stops the wonderful friction and forces my wild hips to a stop. The feel of him inside me is divine, but the lack of movement is enough to drive me insane.

"Beg Rory."

"What – "

"Beg for me," he demands in a low growl.

I writhe in his grip and turn to gaze into his fevered eyes, but I can barely breathe through the intense desire that's being denied. He traces a few of my marks and, with his free hand, he rolls one of my nipples between his fingers. It's finally too much to bear.

"Fuck me," I gasp out as my head falls back against his shoulder, "oh please, fu-"

My words are cut off and I yell out as he starts his frenzied pace again. I reach over my head and grab fistfuls of his hair as he begins rocking steadily against my hips. He pulls back slowly, almost tortuously, but each time he fills me it's so fast and deep I can barely moan; instead my breath comes out in pants. With some difficulty I turn and look up into his ever-reddening eyes as he continues his intoxicating pace. Pleasure coils in the pit of my stomach and heat spreads through me more brightly than my marks. I'm not going to last much longer.

Which he knows; he smirks like the devil himself and slightly changes the angle of his thrusts. It's not that that does me in, though; the hand that isn't currently holding me up against him slaps my ass sharply. I'm over the edge as soon as the pain registers and I call his name and profanities so loudly I'm sure all of Forks hears me. My body undulates erratically and through the hazy stars dotting my vision I see his eyes slip closed as he reaches his own peak.

We cling to each other in the quickly cooling stream of water as tremors continue to wash over me. The water is frigid by the time my breathing evens out and I fumble for the faucet control with shaking hands. Jazz shuts off the water; he's already fairly collected.

"Damn troublesome bloodsucker boyfriend..." I mumble when he lets me go.

"Well...I do have a reputation to keep up." His breath is cool against my ear as he murmurs sweetly to me. Exhausted from the last twenty-four hours all I can do is close my eyes and hum in response. I open them slightly when he kisses my forehead and gasp at what I see.

"Jesus, Jazz," at first he tilts his head in confusion at my concerned tone and then sees it through our connection, "...No, you have to see this."

He helps me out of the shower on unsteady legs and I usher him to the mirror; I wipe away the condensation and incline my head towards the surface. His face goes blank when he sees his reflection. It's hard to miss that his eyes are nearly glowing, but instead of the gold I've become so accustomed to they shine a bright, vibrant red - it's beautiful, even more so knowing I'm his only source of blood, but I'm not sure how to gauge his reaction so I shrug.

"Pretty sexy, sure, but...contacts?"

He contemplates quietly for a heartbeat then sighs, "I hate contacts."

"We can stop -"

"No!" It's so comical how quickly he refuses I can't help but laugh.

"Poor Trouble," I faux coo as he grabs two towels off the shelf, "I'll make it up to you."

He retracts the towel before I can grab it and drags his old/new garnet eyes up and down my body, "Now?"

It's too good a proposition to pass up.

"Hell yes."

(A/N: Hi guys, happy Saint Patrick's day! Enjoy the festivities responsibly! Also, I know I say it all the time, but thank you all so much for any support you've given, even if you just read this story, it means a lot. Hope you enjoyed this installment! More content to come; you're all angels for putting up with my erratic posting! Seriously, you rule!)