A/N: Thanks to all of you who voted for this story in the contest. Though it did not win, I am extremely happy with the response it garnered and I would like to thank all of you who read, reviewed and supported the story in general. I have decided to turn this o/s into a full-fledged story and I am pretty nervous about it since it is my first Bella/Jasper story. I hope that you will all enjoy the up coming journey as much as I do.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Jasper's Naughty Girls for hosting the 'Teach me the nasty' contest. It helped me break out of my shell, so to speak. I'd specially like to thank Cullen 818 for all her support and encouragement. She has been my window into the world of all things Jasper. If you like Jasper, you'll LOVE her stories.

Unlike the original o/s, the rest of the story will be narrated in the first person POV.

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Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

JPOV

I watched her back move rhythmically as she breathed. She lay on her stomach, gorgeous hair fanned out behind her with her pink lips parted slightly in her sleep. In repose, she looked like an angel. My angel. My Bella. My mate.

Three and a half months after first having set my eyes on her, I claimed her as my mate last night. She was mine, now and forever. I had taken her twice during the night and marked her, covered her in my scent so that anyone who came too close knew she belonged to me.

"The bunny rabbit took my ballet slippers," she complained in her sleep, her little button nose scrunching up in irritation. She was so adorable when she spoke in her sleep. I reveled in her contentment all night long, as she was lost in the realm of her dreams. I had never thought I would do something like this and I could hear Peter's reaction to my watching a sleeping girl all night long.

You're pussy whipped, Major he'd growl with that damnable smirk on his smug face.

As my thoughts went to Peter, I wondered why he and Alice had never gotten along in the first place. Alice could see the future and Peter just knew shit, in his words. Both were nosy, incredibly annoying and obnoxiously smug about their powers. While everyone knew never to bet against Alice, I knew Peter even before I met her and till date I had never bet against him.

I was brought back from my thoughts as I felt the sleeping beauty next to me stir a little. Slowly, she rolled onto her back, exposing her beautiful breasts as the comforter slipped lower. Instantly, I was rock hard as her pink nipples pebbled from the cool air. She settled quietly, still slumbering ignorantly.

Ignorant of my want for her, the longing ache for her and the burning desire to claim her that consumed me. I glanced at the wall clock in the dark. It was six thirty in the morning on a Saturday, too early to wake her up. But one look at her naked form and I lost my resolve.

I hovered over her, keeping my weight off of her, and quietly buried my face in her neck. I drank in her scent of vanilla and sweet limes. The burn flared at the back of my throat, the venom pooling into my mouth but I continued to inhale her essence greedily.

Mine, all mine the animal within me purred as her skin broke out in goose bumps from my cold touch. Gently, I kissed the pulse point on her neck, enjoying the softness and warmth of her skin, the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat.

Slowly, I took one pink rosebud in my mouth. She whimpered and her heartbeats picked up, but she was still sleeping.

Hmm… I wonder how far I can go without her waking up.

I swirled my tongue around her nipple, fingers tweaking the other one as she started squirming underneath me and I could feel her lust rise but she was still asleep. I shifted to the other breast as my hand snaked down to tease her nether lips. Her lips parted as a breathy moan left them.

I circled her clit with my forefinger and her hips started moving, pressing into my touch unconsciously. I smiled as I felt how wet she was despite still being asleep. I inserted two fingers into her warm, wet core and started pumping them gently. Her head started thrashing this way and that as her hips started rocking into my hand. Her breathing accelerated as her heartbeats, her lust rising exponentially and still I could feel that she was not awake.

"Professor…"

I smirked. It seems like Miss Swan is having naughty dreams about her professor.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed her, immediately. I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in her warmth, growling with pleasure. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped. Wide brown eyes met my ebony ones in shock. For a moment, I felt her fear, which was quickly replaced by lust as she realized where she was and with whom. Instead of pounding into her as I wanted to, I decided to play a bit. I made small circles with my hips, filling her, hitting her in places she had never experienced before.

Her hands tangled into my hair, pulling at it as her jaw fell slack with pleasure. I gave small thrusts, nowhere enough to satisfy her, making her want more. She tugged more forcefully at my hair, arching her back, trying to thrust her hips faster but I was strong enough to control her movements. Irritation was beginning to seep into her lust hazed mind when I felt a spark of mischievousness from her. Before I could decipher where that spark had come from, she pulled herself closer to me and traced the shell of my ear with her tongue. She sucked the lobe of my ear into that warm little mouth of hers and then breathed a single word, her warm breath tickling the fine hair as the nape of my neck before biting down on my ear lobe hard.

"Jasper…"

Vixen! She knew what my name on her lips did to me.

I stopped playing games and started thrusting into her warmth, making sure I did not exert force enough to hurt her. Her gasps and moans spurred me on and it was not long before we both peaked, her walls clamping down on me, milking me for all my worth. The pleasure was too much, unbearable and I had to bite her.

No! I couldn't bite her. My instincts were too hard to fight so I did the only thing I could think of. I cradled the back of her head in my hand and bit into my forearm. The sharp jolt of pain made another tidal wave of pleasure go through me as I orgasmed again and I threw all the lust I was feeling at Bella, bringing her with me, screaming my name.

I collapsed on her, still keeping my full weight from crashing into her, nuzzling her neck as we both came down from our high, our breathing labored. I looked at the fresh crescent shaped scar adorning my forearm. I was well aware of each such scar marring my battle-ravaged body, but this was the first such scar which I had given myself. It was the one scar I wasn't ashamed of. This was a scar I was proud of. It showed my control over my basest instincts and while I would turn my Bella one day, it would not happen in the heat of the moment.

I lifted myself enough to look into her flushed face. She gave me a smile and said, "That was one hell of a wake up call, professor!"

Her calling me professor did strange things to my body. I leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped me by placing her small palm on my mouth. Rage bubbled over in my mind, how dare she keep herself from me? She must have seen the change in my demeanor because she kissed my cheek.

"Morning breath," she explained.

I crashed my lips onto hers, kissing her with abandon, tasting her sweetness as my tongue swirled in her mouth. Didn't she know she was always sweet to me? When I finished, I looked at her. Her eyes were slightly glazed before she focused back to my face. "You're mine, my Isabella," I told her as I pecked her lips again.

I would have continued but her stomach rumbled, loudly enough for a human to hear, let alone my sensitive vampire ears. She flushed in embarrassment, and I realized that she had nothing but the hot chocolate I had offered her for dinner yesterday night. I needed to remember that humans needed to feed at a much higher frequency than us.

"Breakfast, sugar?" I asked her as I slipped out of her. She moaned in disappointment at the emptiness my withdrawal caused and I smiled. Yes, she was made for me.

"Umm… where's the bathroom?" she asked, cheeks tinged with pink. I couldn't help myself as I peppered her cheeks in kisses. What was a man supposed to do when his mate looked so darn delectable?

I directed her towards the bathroom and left to make her some breakfast, but not before I admired her naked form moving towards the bathroom. I was extremely glad that it was a Saturday and I had her with me for the entire weekend. I don't think I would be able to let go of her anytime soon. I heard the water in the bathroom as she took care of her needs and felt her emotions swirling around. Happiness, contentment, lust, doubt and uncertainty. I was glad that I couldn't find a trace of fear in her emotions, though I knew I would have to take care of the doubt and uncertainty quickly.

I made her breakfast, which I had learnt to make after several attempts since the day I had set my eyes on her. It smelled revolting, but at least it looked well cooked. There was nothing more I could do to ensure it was edible, since it would taste like dust even if I tried tasting it for her. I hoped she would cut me some slack since I hadn't cooked in over a century and a half, not that I ever remembered cooking from my human life.

From what she had told me the previous night, I knew that all her information about vampires came from tribal legends and what she could find from the internet as well as books. While most of it was true, there were several things that they did not mention. It had been extremely difficult for me to accept the fact that I had a human for a mate. It was a very rare occurrence and one fraught with complications. When faced with our mates, it was almost impossible for as to resist claiming them, yet I had had to hold myself back, knowing that Bella was human.

I remember being shocked when she had claimed she knew what I was. In a way, I was also relieved, not having to actually reveal to her my true nature. Now, I knew that I needed to fill in the missing gaps in her knowledge, especially about my unusual choice of diet. While most people were instinctually scared of us, Bella had gravitated towards me from the start. She had never shown any fear, which strengthened my belief that she was indeed meant for me.

I placed her eggs and bacon on the table and poured her some OJ when I heard her climbing down the stairs. I was more interested in the feelings of doubt, uncertainty and embarrassment she was emitting. My dead heart stuttered in my chest when I saw that she was dressed in nothing but my shirt from the previous night.

"Umm… good morning," she wished me, the blood rushing to her face. I just stood there, taking in the beauty that was my Isabella. Her embarrassment increased as she stuttered, "uh… sorry, my shirt was kinda ruined and I saw your shirt there and…"

I cut her off as I pressed my lips to her. Some of her embarrassment faded away as she lost herself in the kiss. I still couldn't believe how warm and soft she was.

" You have no idea what seeing you in my clothes does to me darlin'," I whispered against her lips. Much as I wanted to continue, her stomach grumbled again and I laughed. I pulled her over to the table where I had placed her breakfast. I could feel her shock and surprise as she looked at me with wide eyes.

"You made this?" she asked.

I nodded; suddenly worried that she might not like it. I decided to come clean with her.

"I've never cooked before, so uh, if you don't like it, we can go out and get you what ever you want…"

I couldn't believe I was stuttering in front of this slip of a girl.

Yeah, you're whipped Major!

She looked down at her plate with a look of intense concentration and cut up a small bit and brought it to her mouth. I was entranced with the site of her plump pink lips opening and closing around the fork she chewed demurely, her mouth closed and then her delicate neck convulsed as she swallowed it.

She must have read my expression because she gave me a reassuring smile and said, " It's delicious. Thank you".

I watched her silently as she ate. Somehow, never before had I found the human way of eating so engrossing. Her discomfiture increased as she continued to eat before she set her fork down.

"Won't you be having something for breakfast?" she asked awkwardly.

"Not unless you're offering yourself," I joked before cursing internally. Now she was going to run screaming from me.

Her eyes widened and her heart picked up as she gaped at me, horrified.

A/N: Yes, it's short and I know I left it at a really bad point, but I hope the little lemon in the beginning will appease you.

Leave me your thought and ideas; I am open to suggestions and pointers. I am a bit unsure about this story so your honest opinions are desperately needed.

If you have the time, you can check out my other stories. I am currently writing "Northern lights!" which is an Edward/OFC story (apologies to all you Bella fans) which takes off fifteen years after "New Moon" assuming that Bella died from her little cliff jumping session. Go read it if you have an open mind about your beloved characters and the desire to read something different.

Also, you can check out "Never again" which is a Jasper/Alice o/s from JPOV when he's waiting for Alice, Edward and Bella to return from Italy at the end of "New Moon."

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