The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Slip
Pen name: LightStarDusting
Character POV: Bella
Rating: M

I Want You (She's So Heavy)
1999

I stood in the room, nearly naked.

We'd taken far longer to get back to the dorm than we would have without the elements, shoes, and drunken piggybacks working against us. Plus the fact that while he ran through the campus, I kept slapping his ass and hollering "giddy up!" which slowed us down considerably. Each time I did it, he'd start chuckling, shaking his head at my antics and weaving back and forth.

By the time he stumbled up to the door, the rain had soaked us both to the skin. Still on his back, I took his key from his pocket and reached around his body to unlock the door. He used his foot to kick it open and scurried inside, the heavy metal door slamming behind us. Instead of placing me down on my feet once we had arrived in the stairwell, he drunkenly attempted to piggyback me up the steps. I managed to gasp out a breathy "TIM-BERRRRR" in between peals of laughter as we teetered backwards, ending our graceful fall lying splayed out together on the steps. Somehow, I managed to end up next to him instead of underneath him, and we laughed so hard we couldn't breathe. That we weren't seriously injured was proof that God does indeed look out for drunks and children. The sounds of our joined amusement bounced around the stairwell, echoing and making it last longer than it would have otherwise.

I wasn't exactly certain how it happened. One moment, I was lying on the steps, massaging the stitch in my side caused by my continuous laughter, and the next moment, I was sitting on the steps with him, much as we had been at the fraternity house. I shivered as the palm of his hand brushed my cheek. My eyes automatically closed as his face moved closer, our noses touching first and then both of us tilting our heads so that our lips could meet once again. The slow burn of kisses between us heated quickly and soon he was pulling me into his lap. I straddled his legs, not able to get close enough to him.

"Upstairs," he rasped and quickly stood, grabbing the key from my hand and pulling me behind him to his room on the second floor. In the empty hallway, he fumbled with his key for a moment while I stood behind him, hugging him and pressing my cheek to his back. My fingers ran over his shirt, near his pecs, and I could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest. I wondered if he could feel mine slamming against my chest and his back.

The door squeaked open and we both fell into the room, the door quickly slamming behind us, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. Our bubble. We were there once more, only this time we were doing something we'd never discussed, even though it was something I had thought about on more than one occasion. My mind began to catch up with our actions and I opened my mouth to speak. He must have known that I was going to say something that might break the spell because his fingers were against my lips, silencing me, and then his lips were against mine once more.

I tried not to think about the moment being fleeting. I tried not to think at all. Told my brain to shut off and be quiet for this. For me. For us. In that moment, I was intently focused solely on feeling. Feeling his hands tangle themselves in my hair, heavy with rainwater. Feeling him pull my head back lightly, giving him access to the delicate skin hidden there. I trembled slightly at his ministrations and he paused.

"You must be freezing."

I lowered my eyes and looked at my hand resting on his hip. "I don't think that's why I'm trembling." A drop of rain water slid from my hair and onto his arm. I watched it as it glided along his skin and fell to the berber carpet.

He slowly brought his hand up to the top button of my shirt, gently tracing it with a thoughtful expression. "Even still. May I?"

I breathed out a soft yes in response and the layer of fabric that separated us was gone. Just as quickly, the shirt that he was wearing was over his head and on the floor, his pants joining it soon after.

Clumsily, my fingers worked hard to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I bent to push them down my legs. Or attempted to push them down my legs but nearly fell over as the wet denim stuck to my skin, making it nearly impossible to get them off gracefully. Jasper caught me as I pitched forward, holding me against him for a moment before helping me, mumbling under his breath that he didn't trust me to do it myself. His eyes roamed over my body. For a split second, I felt self-conscious standing in front of him, exposed. While I was in a state of undress and drunkenness, I was sure that my emotions were much easier to read as well.

I stood in the room, nearly naked.

Ragged breaths filled the air as he pressed his chest to mine. Against my back I felt the terry-cloth robe and towel that hung on the door. My mind might not have been totally in tune with its usual overthinking, but it did decide to focus on one important detail.

"Peter."

"Nooo, I'm Jasper."

For a moment again, we were us.

I rolled my eyes at him and pushed lightly against his chest. My words were slightly slurred as I asked, "Are you expecting Peter to return tonight?"

He pulled my hand from his chest and wrapped it behind his neck. His hand once more returned to my body, tracing the lace on the cup of my bra. "He's home for the weekend." The message was clear: we won't be interrupted. My eyes followed his fingers as they brushed the black lace and purple satin and I sucked in a deep breath. He became bold and the fingers slipped under the material of one cup; my breath expelled in a fast, shaky whoosh. I couldn't look up, couldn't look into his eyes because I was afraid of what they might be lacking; so instead I continued to watch his fingers instead as they took their tentative journey.

His other hand snaked around my back, undoing the clasp of my bra with a skilled flick of his fingers. I didn't want to dwell on how he'd developed such a talent. At least I knew he'd been celibate in the time since we'd met, and I preferred not to think about how often he'd need to have done that to get as good at it as he seemed to be. Our skin collided and simultaneously, we suddenly both rushed to be everywhere, the slowness from when we first entered the room evaporating along with the rain water from our skin.

He sucked on my lower lip before our teeth clashed and our tongues met once more, dancing in and out of each others mouths. He took clumsy steps backwards as we tumbled together toward his unmade bed. My lips were on his neck and I couldn't get enough of his skin. Skin that tasted like salt and rain water, and smelled like a mix of him and party combined: sandalwood, Marlboros, and beer. He fell backward, taking me with him and hitting his head on the window sill directly next to his bed. "Shit."

I immediately stopped my kissing and moved up to sit at the head of his bed and examined. Fingers raked through his hair and he moaned at the sensation. Yup, he's fine. "What's the damage, Dr. Bella?"

"I think you'll live," I said, as I used the moonlight that peeked in around the closed shade as a nightlight to peer at his head. His head rested in my lap and I looked down at him, finally allowing my eyes to meet his.

Our eyes locked and I know what I thought I saw there. I didn't know if he was looking for it as well, but I knew he would find it mirrored in my eyes. It was more than lust, more than a passing moment and exactly what I was trying to hide from myself and from him.

Dragging my eyes away, I leaned toward his dresser and pressed play on the offending stereo that had hurt him only a month prior. It seemed so long ago. Settling back onto the bed next to him, our eyes met once more and my mouth began to form words before my brain had processed what I would say.

"Jasper, I-"

Once again, I cut myself off, snapping my mouth shut. I stopped myself from saying anything that might break the spell. He looked at me curiously, his eyes asking silent questions, before shrugging and grabbing the back of my head. His fingers wound tightly into my hair, and crushed me to him, our lips colliding full-force. The sudden motion effectively stopping me from saying whatever it was I was going to say in that moment. Our kisses slipped from harsh and needy, to languid and slow. Our hands explored each other's bodies and roamed from chests to arms to backs to faces while our legs tangled. His hands found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks gently before finally pulling back.

He looked like he was about to start with the talking.

I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was going to get serious on me, so instead my hands finally flitted down, reaching between us to the last two offending items keeping us apart. Finally my mind synched up with my body and, while I realized that I didn't know what the hell was going to happen, I didn't want to give him the chance to change his mind. I just wanted him.

I raised my ass and hips off the bed, skimming my panties down my legs, sitting up to kick them off my feet when they reached the end. Noticing my moments, he quickly followed and his boxers were tossed haphazardly onto the floor.

Lying back down next to him, I didn't hesitate as I ran my fingers down his body. He cursed as my hand wrapped around him. The alcohol gave me courage I might have otherwise lacked and I teased him, moving my hand slowly. When I started moving up and down his shaft faster, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I thought I might have done something wrong, that I might have hurt him. When I whispered my thoughts to him with tears in my eyes, he repeated the words he'd said to me at the black light mixer. There was nothing wrong about it, I'd done everything right and it felt a little too good.

Instead, he put my hand on his chest and reached down between us, his hand skimming my thighs before touching me. His fingers drew heat and wetness and moans, none of which I could control even if I had wanted to.

At the beginning of the year, Emmett had hosted a safe sex mixer for the dorm as one of his programs. Emmett had joked and handed us each a strip of five condoms, saying that we'd have to hold onto them and hopefully use them before they were expired. Jasper had muttered something about growing a rubber tree as he tossed them underneath his bed. Now, his fingers grasped blindly and triumphantly found two.

He quickly ripped one square from the other and chucking the other on the sill next to him. Without pretense, he ripped open the wrapper and leaned back on his heels. We both watched as he rolled the condom on, my eyes following his fingers as he sheathed himself. Once it was in place, he moved so that he was leaning over me, propped up by his hands. His intense stare broke my thoughts and he asked lowly, "You sure?"

Despite the alcohol spurring me on, in the back of my mind, I wasn't sure about anything. Instead of saying that, I reached between our bodies, grasping him and guided him inside, sending a completely different message. It had been a long time for both of us and he moved slowly at first so my body could adjust to him as I whimpered, first in pain at the fullness and soon after in pleasure.

The following morning I lied, saying that I didn't remember details. I remembered it all. Everything. I could hear the rain beating heavily against the window panes. The Beatles song that played softly and sang to us. The feel of his lips whispering the lyrics I want you so bad, it's driving me mad against my skin. The roughness of his legs against the smoothness of mine. The soft sound of our bodies pushing together, over and over. My back pressed against the afghan that his Nana had made for him and my fingers clutching the crocheted holes.

He pressed his warm lips to my ear and whispered hot words to me: so good and amazing and not going to be able to last long.

He didn't.

But neither did I.

It was over before it really begun. Sobriety and daylight put things into glaring clarity and soon I'd come realize that I didn't really know him.

At all.

KrisBCullen is my lovely and talented beta. I had a lot of hand-holding with this chapter from her and my pre-readers. LoreliD, TheHeartofLife, ElleCC, and Miztrezboo – I can't say thank you enough. Truly.

Thanks also to those reading and leaving me such thoughtful reviews!

She's so heavy - The Beatles