Okay, I'm sorry for the ridiculously long wait, but I was having technical difficulties. I had to get a new laptop and it was very stressful :(

But now it's all fixed, so I guess that's good. So enjoy this chapter, because I had to spend a good chunk of money to get the equipment to write it!

As always, I love reviews.

I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

Alice

I watch as Edward shimmies his firm little ass out of the tiny window with so much excitement that I can't seem to keep my own ass on the ground. I'm literally bouncing up and down on the hard cement floor, willing Edward to move a little faster so that I can get back to molesting Jasper.

Edward finally makes it through the window, and Jasper climbs up on the chair to shut it. When he raises his arms to fix the latch, his shirt raises, revealing the sexy muscles of his lower back and the top of his boxers. Sweet baby Jesus.

Jasper steps down off of the chair and looks at me, looking a little hesitant. Like he's not sure if he's allowed to touch me or not. Where is that cocky guy that would tear up any piece of ass that came his way without hesitation? Who is this careful and sweet Jasper?

I'm not really sure which Jasper I prefer. I mean, I love this sweet Jasper who looks like he doesn't want to treat me like a piece of meat, but I'm kind of in the mood to be taken advantage of. Some part of me that I'm not really familiar with is screaming for him to touch me in ways that would make Jenna Jameson herself gasp.

So, I decide that I'm going to get exactly what I want.

Slowly, I curl a finger at him with a wry grin on my face. "C'mere, Jasper," I purr.

The look of hesitation leaves his face for just a second and is replaced with a flash of pure lust. But he quickly composes himself and shakes his head, back and forth, back and forth.

"Alice…"

Oh great. What did I do? Was I really that horrible? Oh God, I was, wasn't I!? Shit shit shit…

"…are you sure…"

Wait, what?

"…that this is okay…?"

Yes, I'm positive. Come kiss me.

"…I mean, I know you're a virgin…"

Great. The ominous V-card is going to ruin my day. Why oh why didn't I just let Eric Yorkie take my innocence freshman year in the playground like he begged me to let him?

"…and I don't like to take girls' virginities. It's just a rule of mine…"

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"…I mean, it's not you or anything, trust me. I just can't do that to you."

"Why not?" Ew. My voice sounds all whiny and shaky and upset. I don't want him to know how much I'm hurt by his rejection, but my damn voice gave me away.

"Alice, I lost my virginity in seventh grade to Rosalie in the bushes behind her house. When it was over I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away and said that she had lip-gloss on. Not to mention it took me weeks to get the grass stains off of my knees. That's not the way it's supposed to be. You're supposed to love the person, or at least like them, and it's supposed to actually be enjoyable. I couldn't ruin that for someone else."

Tears are welling up in my eyes, but not from the rejection. It's because he's right. I would probably hate myself in the morning if I had sex with Jasper tonight. Sure, I've been obsessed with him pretty much since we met, but it still would disgust me that I had sex just because I could, not because I had a real connection with that person.

Jasper just saved me from myself, without even realizing it. Maybe there's hope for this player yet.

"Thank you," I whisper, trying not to look at his face. I stare at his feet instead, marveling over how white his socks are and how big his feet are.

He starts to walk closer to me, until his feet are right next to my sitting form on the cement. With a sigh he says, "Alice that doesn't mean that I don't want you. You know that, right? Because, trust me, I want you right now. So badly."

"Okay," I sniff, my voice still sounding weak and sad.

"Don't you believe me, Al?"

Not really.

"It's true, Alice. I mean, that thing you did with your tongue and the way you kinda bit my lip a little…" he trails off and takes another small step toward me, so that his knees are almost bumping me in the face.

I lift my head to look up at him and find myself staring face to face with his massive erection. And when I say massive, I mean massive. The boy should be in porn.

"Do you believe me now?"

I think I feel my head nodding mechanically, but I'm not really aware of anything right now except for the little tent shape protruding from Jasper's jeans.

I don't really know what did it, but at that moment the real me came back. For a little while I had let myself feel self-conscious and unwanted, which is so unlike me. That's usually Bella's thing. But Mary Alice Brandon is a confident person who can handle any situation. And it's time to show it.

"You know Jasper," I say, rising to my knees, "we can have some fun without having sex."

"Oh? What do you have in mind, Alice?" he asks with a low growl in the back of his throat. So sexy. Ahh.

I look up at him through my eyelashes and pout my lips out just a little as I snake one of my arms around the back of his knees, so that my tits are pressed against shins and my chin is resting on his thigh. "I'm sure we can think of something." Hopefully my voice sounded all gritty and sexy like I wanted...

Jasper looks like he's losing it. He's staring down at me, on my knees and wrapped around him like I'm offering to be his personal sex-slave (which I sort of am), with his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed. His arms are extended in the air above me, like he's not sure if he should pick me up off of the floor and make sweet love to me or push me off of him.

"Jaaaasperrrrr?" I sing when he doesn't say or do anything or even move, for that matter.

His mouth snaps shut with an audible click of his teeth, and his eyes focus on my face. Faster than I can even think, he swoops down and lifts me into his arms and looks down at me, again looking hesitant.

This will not do. Looks like I'm going to have to take charge. As he starts to walk us toward the nasty couch, I lean up and catch his bottom lip in between mine, sucking on it lightly. And he takes the bait right away. His tongue flicks out and parts my lips before slipping into my mouth.

There are no words to describe the feeling. The feeling of him tasting and biting and holding and just being with me. There are no words for the feeling in my chest, that light and weightless feeling that's almost like butterflies, but without the nervousness and a million times better. It's just impossible to describe something that is this amazing.

And the feeling of his lips moving along with mine are making me completely forget the whole sex thing. Just him kissing me is enough to keep me occupied for the rest of forever.

Bella

The eerie calm in the air confirms that we have made it.

I undo my seatbelt and jump out of the car before it's even come to a complete stop. It's completely dark now, without all the lights of the small town of Forks to get in the way, and all I can see are stars. The grass feels damp and dewy under my bare feet (I never did put my shoes back on) and the air feels cool.

I hear Edward shut off the car and step out, with a blanket from the backseat of his car in his arms. The wind blows his bronze hair everywhere and makes it look all messy and sexy.

He looks around at the surroundings as he walks slowly toward me and wraps the blanket around my still bare shoulders. "Why didn't you put your shirt back on?" he laughs, rubbing my shoulders over the blanket to warm them.

Because I want you to look…

"I don't know," I whisper as I pull the blanket closed so that he can't see any more of me.

"Hey, I'm not complaining."

He dips his head down and nuzzles his face in my hair at the base of my neck. I could be wrong, but I think he might be smelling it. Weird. I can't imagine my hair smelling that great.

"So, Bella, why are we here exactly?"

"Look at it. It's beautiful up here." I lift an arm to the meadow in front of us, the lush grass, the tiny, babbling stream, the flowers. All of it. So beautiful.

I feel Edward nod behind me and his arms loop around my waist. "Yeah," he breathes. "Beautiful."

But he's not looking at the stream, or the trees, or the grass, or the flowers. He's looking at me--my wild, windblown hair, my smeared makeup, my bare neck, my freckles--me.

And even though that had to be the biggest cliché ever, the kind of thing you see in some sappy chick flick--because it came from Edward, it was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. I could listen to his half-ass attempts at romance for days and never once feel bored.

I turn around and smile at him, and then I do something I don't think either of us ever expected. I open the blanket and my arms and I hug him. I meet one sappy cliché with another and I squeeze him like he's my schoolyard sweetheart. And he lets me.

I expected him to break our embrace before I did. But neither of us moves. We just stand there, wrapped up and tangled in each other, and say nothing. And for some strange reason, it's perfect.

"Bella?" he whispers without pulling away from me.

"Yeah?"

"What's your favorite color?"

So ridiculous. I want to laugh, but I can't. Because I completely understand why he asked me that random and silly question; he wants to know me as badly as I want to know him. He wants to make up for all those wasted years of him being the popular player and me being the shy lesbian.

So the two of us lie down on the wet grass, with me in the crook of his arm and the blanket over us, and I answer every ridiculous question of his, and he answers mine.

And just like that, I get to know the real Edward Cullen a little more.

Alice

Jasper snores. I told myself I could never marry a man who snores, but I think I could live with this one. It's kind of a quiet, breathy snore. I sorta like it.

We're still laying on his disgusting couch, and my cheeks are still on fire.

I still can't believe what just happened a few minutes ago.

After Jasper laid me down on the couch, never letting his lips leave mine, I started to get really paranoid.

What if we stole another couple bases, and I didn't know what I was doing? What if watching all that porn with Bella didn't help anything at all? What if I made a fool of myself?

So when I felt Jasper's hand start creeping up the skin under my shirt, I lost it. I practically decked the poor boy.

And as I watched Jasper fall to the floor with a thud, the tears started to spill. Because, damn, did I feel stupid.

I was the one who tried to seduce the kid, and here I was, pushing him away and crying like my puppy just died.

And what did Jasper do? He picked himself up off of the floor, sat next to my trembling form on the coach, and pulled me into his chest. He let me get his shirt all wet with salty tears and he didn't tell me to be quiet when I started to really sob.

He just held me and let me get everything out of my system. And when the tears finally subsided but the embarrassment didn't, all he said was, "I'm so sorry, Alice."

Sorry? Sorry? He only did what I practically told him I wanted him to do! Why on earth is this gorgeous boy apologizing when it's me who should be explaining herself?

But my throat was too weak from my crying to tell him any of this. So he laid us both down on the coach, hesitantly laying an arm around me, and told me to get some rest.

And that's how I got to where I am right now. Lying down against Jasper's chest, counting how many times it rises and falls.

I'm at one thousand and thirty-three when I hear Jasper's phone ringing. Not wanting to wake him up, I fish around carefully in his pocket for the phone and flip it open. "Edward" I whisper into the receiver.

"Alice?" Edward's confused voice comes through the other end. "Where's Jasper?"

"Sleeping. Where are you two?"

Before he can answer, I hear a light tapping noise coming from somewhere in the dark basement. I scream. I can't help it.

Jasper sits up beside me and throws himself in front of me. "What, Alice! What's wrong!?"

I hear the tapping noise again, and Jasper's head snaps in the direction of the tiny window.

Oh. That must be why Edward was calling. I bend down and pick up the phone that I dropped in fear, and press it to my ear. "Edward," I growl. "If that is you outside the window, I sincerely hope you are wearing a jockstrap, because I am showing no mercy when you get in here."

Edward chuckles lightly on the other end and Jasper goes over to open the window for them.

I shut the phone and sit up, suddenly wide awake, because I have a feeling there's a good reason why Bella and Edward are back so early.

Okay. Not much from Bella and Edward, but expect more next chapter. Also expect some good times, because, like Alice said, there's a reason why they're back so early. Please review, they make me want to write more :)