Inception on a rainy night

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

BPOV:

I slowly drifted to consciousness, feeling as though I was floating on a cloud. My being was suffused with bliss, as I felt boneless with joy. I became aware of two cold arms wrapped around me and smiled. Jasper. I opened my eyes to find his face peering at me, concern written all over it. His curls were disheveled and one lock fell onto his forehead, his tawny eyes staring at me. I couldn't help myself as I leaned up and kissed him.

"Good morning," I sighed happily, wishing I could always wake up like this, wrapped up in his arms.

"Good morning," he answered, still looking slightly wary.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I rolled onto my back and hissed.

I felt a mild stinging in my butt as joints and muscles I had never knew existed in my body protested.

Then it all came back to me. I had been at the bar, working, tired. I remembered coming across that jerk who pawed at me before Duke took care of him for me. I remembered going down to take inventory where Jasper had managed to find me. I remembered how angry he had been, something about him smelling Duke and the other guy on me. Was he still mad at me? Was that why he was behaving so strangely now?

He had retracted his arms from around me and I felt the sting of rejection before I firmly tamped it down.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked, bracing myself for his reply.

"Mad at you? Bella are you crazy? Why in the world should I be mad at you? You're the one who should be telling me to get lost." He said, lowering his head, his disarrayed curls hiding his face.

I cocked my head to the side, considering his words, racking my brains for something even mildly offensive in his actions. I could come up with nothing.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, confusion evident in my voice. I was sure he could feel it as well.

He looked up at me and the intensity of pain I saw in his eyes would have brought me to my knees if I hadn't already been sitting down. It made my heart ache to see him in such turmoil. I cupped his face in my hands, despite the aching muscles in my arms.

"What is it? What happened?"

"I hurt you," he whispered, as his hand ghosted over my sore bottom and try as I might, another hiss escaped my lips.

I was trying to come up with something to assuage his guilt when my brain finally started functioning. We had been in the cellar at the bar, how had he managed to get me out of there? More importantly, how had he managed to get in there in the first place?

"Jasper, how did you get in the bar last night? How did you get past Duke?"

He looked confused for a moment, and then smiled.

"After knowing everything about me, how can you even ask me that question? I walked right through the bar, only it was too quick for him to notice. Is that all you're worrying about?"

"But, I passed out on you, how did you get me out as well?"

At this, he appeared sheepish for a moment and then mumbled something too quick for me to understand.

"Allow me to remind you that I am not a vampire, Professor Cullen," I huffed.

"I distracted them," he said evasively, but I was not convinced.

"What did you do?" I demanded.

"I sent them a dose of lust so that they'd get distracted, I would have sent them humor instead, but my own feelings were too strong for me to be able project anything other than what I was feeling."

I gaped at him incredulously. I remembered only too well what I had felt when he'd used that particular emotion on me a day ago. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if he let loose those emotions in a bar full of people.

"What happened?"

He looked up into my eyes, a roughish grin trying to replace his somber look on his face.

"Let's just say that Duke is going to be doing a lot of in depth thinking about his sexual orientation in the coming days," he said as the smirk finally won over and suddenly, he was a far cry from the apologetic man I had seen just moments ago.

The mental picture his words created had me cringing, trying to squeeze the disturbing image out of my mind I as shut my eyes as an involuntary "Eww…"made its way through my mouth.

"You caused a mass orgy in a public bar so that you could smuggle me out of it?"

A fit of giggles over took me as I tried to imagine the faces of the people once they had come out of their Jasper induced trance. I fell over laughing and continued to do so for another full minute before I quieted down. I looked up to find Jasper looking at me, a smile on his face, his gaze adoring as he looked into my eyes, but something kept nagging at the back of my mind. I focused on that feeling, churning inside though I couldn't exactly name what it was.

Then it struck me, his promise. He'd promised he'd come to see me at the bar after he finished his lecture and he hadn't turned up. I remembered the tears that had filled my eyes thinking that he hadn't wanted me and suddenly, I was mad. Why had he broken his promise? Why had me feel worthless, rejected? And then what right did he have waltz in like a God and claim my body like it belonged to him? Not that I minded him tying me up like that, which was incredibly hot, but that was beyond the point.

The next second, I was crushed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

"Don't be mad at me," he begged. "Please, darlin', don't be mad at me. I promise I'll never hurt you again. I promise, I'll never do something like that again, I'll control myself, just forgive me. Please, my Bella."

"Why?" I asked. "Why didn't you come, Jasper? You've no idea how I felt. You promised you'd come after the class, you never turned up," I complained. Even as I said the words out loud, I felt foolish. I knew I was over-reacting. Lot's of people got stood up on their dates; we didn't even have a date. So why did his actions affect me so? I knew I loved him, but I was falling for him so fast, it scared me. The fact he wasn't even human, intimidated me all the more. I was just a human, an insignificant little snack in his world. Would he even want me the way I wanted me?

He pulled back to look at me, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs wiping away the tears from my eyes that I wasn't aware of. He looked bewildered, confused and lost.

"Bella," he looked into my eyes as if trying to see through my soul, "what are you thinking? Why are you feeling like this?"

I took a long breath, and recklessly said the one sentence that often marked the beginning of the end for many a relationships.

"What are we, Jasper? What do we call this… this thing between us?"

The rational part of my mind told me that anything that could have developed between us was now at an end. Putting a name to a relationship was the one thing that most men balked at and I had barely known Jasper for a day and a half, and here I was demanding that he define our relationship. I knew he was going to put that vampire speed of his to good use and disappear from here.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his stone chest till we were pressed up against each other, our noses touching and there was nowhere to look but into each others eyes.

"Listen to me very carefully Isabella," he spoke in a low clear voice. He wasn't angry, but there was a fierce emotion burning in his golden gaze. " I never want to feel those emotions coming off of you again. You never need to be insecure. This thing between is stronger than the strongest bond you can think of. You are what is air to a human being and blood to a vampire. I need you in order to survive, to exist. You are my life now, the sole purpose of my existence."

His grip on my waist tightened as our foreheads touched, his breath cool and fragrant on my lips. "What we have is eternal and everlasting, my Bella. It is forever."

His lips ghosted along my own, whispering promises of secrets untold. It was slow, tender and chaste, but that kiss was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever felt. He sighed when we finally pulled apart, his heady scent making my head swim like I was on a high. He propped himself against the headboard and pulled me between his legs, my back against his chest.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Do you have to ask?" I countered.

He pressed a kiss on my head and buried his head in my hair.

"Isabella Swan, you are the most exquisite creature I have ever had the pleasure of knowing," he whispered reverently as his hands ghosted over my still naked form. He paused at my hip bones, settling his hands on the bruises that covered them. I sighed as his cold skin soothed the ache there. I hadn't realized that he had gripped me hard enough to bruise me, but then my skin was easily marked.

"I promise I'll never be so rough with you again," he said sincerely. He must have felt my disappointment because he turned me around to face him and gave me a questioning look. I snuggled against his chest, unable to look into his eyes and my cheeks heated up with the familiar blush.

"I didn't mind it so much," I mumbled, wondering how I would ever look him in the face ever again. "I liked it and you didn't hurt me, my skin bruises easily."

Swiftly, in a way I was slowly becoming used to, he flipped me on my back and hovered above me, eyes as black as that of a magpie. But I broke the moment by squirming, my bottom still sore and irritable. He looked like he was about to withdraw, but I was having none of that. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him to me.

"The next time you tie me up, Professor, make sure you put me on a smooth surface," I whispered throatily.

He closed his eyes and his jaw tensed.

"Bella, it is taking all of my formidable control to not take you like an animal in heat right now. I'm trying my best to be gentle with you darlin', and you're making it too damn hard for me to do."

My brazenness surprised me when I rubbed myself on his erection that was poking into my thigh. "I know how hard it is Jasper," I said as I nipped at his bottom lip, "and I like it just like that."

He growled loudly and flipped me on to my stomach and placed a pillow under me so that my butt was high in the air. He was gone for less than a second before I felt something warm on my sore skin. He rubbed the oil gently into my skin, the combination of his cold touch and the heat of the oil doing more than just soothing my skin. I was wet down below and I knew he could not only smell it, but feel it as well.

His hands worked the oil into my skin, stroking and kneading my globes and then moved onto the rest of my body. He worked each and every muscle in my body; neck, arms, shoulders and back. He remained quiet the entire time yet I could feel his emotions flowing into me at the points where his cool fingers met my heated flesh. He finished by placing a kiss at the nape of my neck, and trailed down my back pressing a kiss to each vertebrae of my spine till the tail bone, and finished by pressing a kiss to my previously sore bottom.

I dissolved into a fit of giggles at his action and a pressed a kiss to his lips as he gathered me into his arms.

"You feelin' better, sugar?" he asked.

"Mmm…hmmm," I hummed, "but I know how you can make it even better," I suggested as I pressed against his body, my hand questing below his abdomen when he stiffened, hissed and then sat up clutching me in his arms.

Downstairs, I heard the bell ring. We had a guest.

A/N: This chapter got out of hand, so the sex ed class with Carlisle will have to wait till the next chapter. I promise to update as soon as I can.

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