A/N: My excuse for why this update took so long? I had a busy week in real life, plus I posted a new story on Sunday and a new one yesterday.

This chapter is not what I planned to write. This scene got so lengthy that if I tacked on what was originally planned on to it, it would have been extremely long.

So… I decided that I will cut some of what I have planned for the next chapter and make it into a short (well short meaning like 2,000 or so words) chapter that will serve as a transition chapter to the epilogue.

I listened to "One Last Time" by Kellie Pickler and "Someday When I Stop Loving You" by Carrie Underwood while writing this chapter. The songs really helped set the mood. I suggest giving them a listen. The Kellie Pickler song is how I think James is feeling and the Carrie Underwood song is how I think Jasper is feeling.

Listening to those songs while writing this chapter also made me tear up just a little bit.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters. I also don't own the lyrics to "Someday When I Stop Loving You" by Carrie Underwood.

Chapter 3: One Last Time

Jasper's POV

I think about Victoria and James as I walk to my freezer and grab a bag of frozen peas. I wrap a wash cloth around them and place the bag over my sore black eye. My television is on, but I'm not really paying attention to it. I'm lost in my thoughts about this whole complicated dilemma. I'm pretty sure that Victoria told James about what happened and that has me feeling… anxious. I know he's pissed that I told her but does he feel relieved too? I did the hardest part for him, he didn't have to look Victoria in the eye and tell her that he was having an affair. I took care of that for him so he should be at least a little bit gracious. I sigh when I hear the doorbell ringing because I know that it's him. I put the vegetables on a table and I answer the door. I see that James has a black eye too and he looks distraught. He walks into my house wordlessly. He starts pacing and I decide to break the silence.

I try to lighten the mood. "So… our eyes match, well she socked us in opposite eyes."

"She has a strong right and left hook," He adds.

Another awkward silence surrounds us. I open my mouth to say something, but I don't because James walks over to me and he hugs me tightly. I hug him back although I'm confused. To my knowledge, James isn't really one to 'hug it out.' I feel a few drops of moisture on my shirt and I realize that James is crying. To say I'm shocked is an understatement; I've never seen James cry. He pulls away from my embrace and looks up at me with a tear stained face and heartbroken looking eyes. I use my thumb to wipe some of his tears away and I kiss his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," James chokes out.

"What are you sorry…"

I trail off as it all starts to make sense to me. James was hugging me like he hadn't seen me for a while or like it was the last time that he was going to see me. He was crying and he apologized because he was going to… I couldn't force myself to even think the words. He can't leave me! He just can't. My whole world will shatter into millions of tiny pieces if he's breaking up with me. I take a deep breath and I control my emotions. There has to be another reason that he's apologizing to me. He loves me and I know that he wants to be with me.

I hide my despair. "James, tell me that you aren't saying goodbye."

"I don't want to, but I have to—"

A few tears fall from my eyes. "Damn it, James! You can't do this to me. I need you."

He wipes the last of his tears and mine. "I didn't come here to cry or to make you cry. I didn't come here to argue or anything like that."

"Then why did you come here?" I ask timidly.

"To say goodbye to you properly. I love you so much Jasper Whitlock. You make me content beyond words and I want to relive that bliss one last time."

I snort. "Are you telling me that you came over to break up with me and to fuck me?"

"It's not like that at all. I don't want my last time seeing you to be a tearful, depressed goodbye. I want to remember Jasper Whitlock as the person that makes me happier than anyone else. I want to remember how soft your skin is, I want to remember how good you smell and I want to remember that being inside of you is the most pleasurable feeling in the world. I want us to go out with a bang, no pun intended," James explains.

I shake my head. "James, I can't. If you touch me, make love to me, it'll hurt even more when you leave me. I'll never want to let you go. I already don't want to let you go. Please, please just don't leave me."

He caresses my cheek. "Jasper, you have to stop. If you keep begging me to stay, I really will never leave and I have to. This is the hardest thing that I've ever had to do. You have to know that I really mean that. I wish my situation was different and that we could be together."

I don't speak. I grab his hand and I lead him upstairs to my bedroom. I immediately start to unbutton his shirt when I close my door. When I get to his belt buckle, I slow my movements as I realize that I want to drag this out as long as possible. I want to remember every touch, every kiss; I want to etch this experience in my memory forever. I help him step out of his pants and James is standing in front of me completely nude, except his pristine white socks are still on. I know to leave those on so I look him right in his cerulean eyes and just stare at him.

"Take my socks off," He softly demands.

My eyes are wide in amazement. "Why? You always keep your socks on."

"I want to feel all of you. I don't want anything between us tonight," He whispers.

He walks so close to me that his nose is touching mine. I raise my arms so he can take my shirt off. He takes my belt off, unbuttons and unzips my jeans and he throws them somewhere. We are both now completely bare and vulnerable. I get on my bed and I lay on my back. He mounts me and he very slowly lowers his lips so that they are grazing my lips. He moves his lips across mine a few times before he gently runs his tongue across my bottom lip. I open my mouth up to him and our tongues battle for dominance. The kiss is soft, but it doesn't lack passion. We moan in each other's mouths until he pulls away. His mouth starts a journey at my neck and he worships the skin there. He peppers my collarbone with kisses and he licks and sucks the skin of my abs. He nips at the skin around my hips and he bathes my thighs and legs with his tongue. I smile when he even kisses my toes. I expect him to maybe kiss me again; but what I don't expect is for him to give my cock a nice long lick from base to tip.

I gasp. "James, what are you doing?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Do you not like it?"

"I l-love it, but I thought that you didn't like to…" I trail off, suddenly embarrassed.

"I don't, but I'm doing this specifically for you."

After a few licks, I am standing at attention. My hands roughly grip the sheets when James slides just the head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue teases the underside of my dick and I shudder from the pleasure. I look down at him and I see that he's looking up at me and it's the most beautiful sight in the world. He hums around my cock and the vibrations drive me crazy. I place one of my hands in his hair and my head is now thrown back. He takes more and more into his mouth until he's deep throating me. I moan his name and I know that I'm not going to last very long. He starts rapidly bobbing his head up and down and I can't help but thrust into his mouth. He places one of his hands on my hips to halt my movements. He removes my dick from his mouth and I whimper before he starts licking my sack. He smiles and he suddenly stops his ministrations. I curse in frustration.

"I don't want you to cum just yet," James tells me.

He asks me to grab the lube from my dresser and I oblige. He coats his cock with some lube and he's getting ready to prepare me when I tell him not to. I just want him inside of me, where he belongs. James spreads my legs before he slips inside of me. We both moan in satisfaction at the feeling. I wrap my legs around his back and my hands wrap around his neck. He starts a slow and sensual rhythm. We're staring at each other and breathing heavily. He feels so good inside of me and I know that nothing will ever come close to this moment.

"Harder," I moan.

He pulls all of the way out and slams forcefully into me. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He slams into me again, but he hits my prostate so my scream is one of ecstasy. James continues his harsh, borderline brutal pace and I know that neither one of us is going to last much longer. We are both sweating and and our eyes are still fixed only on each other. He kisses me and it's sweet, but full of passion and lust. I get lost in the kiss and suddenly I don't want to stop kissing him. I realize that this will be our last real kiss and I don't pull away until oxygen is needed. I dig my nails into his arms because it's too much. The look on James' face, the feel of him inside of me… it's all just too much. The onslaught of emotion causes a few tears to escape my eyes. James immediately notices because he wipes them away.

"J-James, I l-love you, s-so much," I barely say.

He gets misty eyed as well. "I know, Jasper. I love you too… I always will."

He moves his hand between us and I shudder when I feel his hand grasp my erection. It only takes a few strokes before I erupt. My whole body quivers as my orgasm rips through my body. I open my eyes and I see that James is also on the brink. He thrusts into me hard and he grunts my name as he cums. He collapses on top of me and he doesn't move instantly like he normally does. I run my hands through his sweat slick hair and I sigh. James is leaving me and there's nothing I can do about it, except to accept it and let him go. He rolls off of me and lays beside me, trying to catch his breath. He turns on his side so that he's facing me and he interlaces our hands. He kisses my hand and tucks an unmanageable strand of hair behind my ear.

James sighs. "Will you be alright?"

"Does it matter?" I counter.

He looks hurt. "Of course it matters. I want to make sure that you're going to be ok."

"What if I say that I'm not going to be just fine? Is it going to change anything?" I wonder.

"I just need to know that you're going to be alright," James answers.

"I will manage… somehow," I tell him.

"I'm sorry that it has to end this way," He whispers.

"Me too," I agree.

He kisses me again, but this one is different; it's filled with melancholy. I yawn and I know that I'm going to be sleep soon. I turn my back to James and I close my eyes. I'm surprised when I feel him snake his hands around my waist. He kisses my neck and tells me good night. I feel so safe and content in his strong arms. Being wrapped up in his arms almost makes me forget that my world is ending. Sleep overcomes me and instead of fighting it, I welcome it. I wake up in a few hours and I'm still being held my James. I recognize that he's sleeping by the sound of his light snoring. I carefully move out of his arms to go to the bathroom. When I get back into my room, I see James putting his clothes on. I silently watch him and I try to stop my heart from breaking.

"Jasper—"

"Please, just go. I can't acknowledge that you're gone and try to move on until you leave," I explain.

He respects my wishes and he leaves my house wordlessly. I walk over to my bed and I turn the radio on before hiding under my covers. I close my eyes to try to stop the flood of tears that I know are coming. Right when I think that my heart can't break anymore than it already has, it does. The song playing on the radio makes my already fresh wounds even rawer. I wipe my tears as Carrie Underwood sings the lyrics that I felt like I wrote.

I bet all I had on a thing called love, I guess in the end it wasn't enough


And it's hard to watch you leave right now, I'm gonna have to learn to let you go somehow

A/N: I am currently working on the next chapter which is going to be kind of short and just a transition chapter. The relevance of the next chapter is basically to sum up what happens after this chapter and to set up the events that take place during the epilogue.

I will try my hardest to not make you guys wait until my birthday for your next update. (This is clearly a joke because my birthday is next month. I promise that I will update before Christmas.)