A/N – New chapter eh? Looking for the lemons? My mind is drifting to all the possible things I can dream up… but ya know, this is the last chapter before the lemons! Just a warning that I'll have to change it to an "M" before I post next time… In my own opinion, this chapter is pretty weak, but that's because I'm completely excited about the next chapter!

"I haven't forgotten, you know…" Bella whispered in Jasper's ear late one night. They were cuddled up on the leather sofa that used to be Edward's in the newly decorated 'study' that had replaced Alice and Jasper's old room. The walls were lined with expensive etchings from the civil war – that the family had no idea how Esme had acquired them. The sofa sat in the corner up against the glass wall running along the back wall, and a thick white shag pile carpet covered the floor. This truly was Jasper's hideout now.

"Forgotten about what?" Jasper asked, as quietly as she had whispered.

"My serenade." She laughed – her laughter sweet to his ear.

"Oh. That." Jasper grinned, running his hand through his untidy hair.

"Yes – that." Bella smiled, turning round to face him on the sofa, instead of spooning with him. She pressed her lips to his, and put her hand on his wrist. This was the spot she loved to touch, to just hold onto.

"I will make good on that offer…" Jasper said before putting his leg between hers and wrapping his arm round her. He shuffled right back, so that his back was touching the sofa cushions. His lips pushed against hers hungrily and she teased him by sucking his bottom lip moodily.

"Now, please." Bella laughed, after moving her head slightly.

"What?" Jasper asked chuckling.

"Play to me now." She laughed again.

"It's a good job I love you." He smiled, placing another small kiss on her lips before clambering off the sofa, and darting out of the room.

Bella could hear him pacing about in the converted attic. His footsteps light but even on the ceiling; she knew he was walking around nervously. But she didn't know why he was nervous – surely it was just a song… nothing for him to worry about?

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"You know how much I love you?" Jasper said slowly, settling himself on the edge of his seat. His beloved guitar resting on his knee, the strap tugging at his shirt. He had perched an old cowboy style hat on top of his head, ruffling his blonde locks and making him look like the good ol' southern boy he really was at heart.

"No… I don't…" Bella teased.

"I love you so much I put on my special hat." Jasper joked, tipping the brim of his hat to her. Her broad grin said it all. "Anyway… here it goes…"

And she wonders where these dreams go

'Cause the world got in her way

What's the point in ever trying

Nothing's changing anyway

She was completely hypnotised by the way his voice weaved around the melody perfectly, his light southern tones accenting all the words just enough for her to go all fuzzy inside. His fingers worked their way slowly along the frets as he strummed softly. The nervousness in his tone had disappeared as soon as he was absorbed into the melody. His signature half-smile appearing as soon as he realised the loving emotions bleeding into the room.

They press their lips against you

And you love the lies they say

And I tried so hard to reach you

But you're falling anyway

"Jasper Hale." Bella said simply.

"Bella." Jasper murmured the small amount of embarrassment soaking through in his voice – he was unsure of whether he had done the song justice.

"That was…" She started.

"It's not my usual style, I prefer country and bluegrass." Jasper interrupted her, trying to explain all the faults he imagined she could be thinking of.

"Jasper, it was amazing." She grinned.

"Thank you." He smiled a heart-melting one that made Bella's breath hitch.

"And I love the hat!" Bella giggled, stealing it from his head and propping it on her own. He laughed and gently laid his guitar on the floor to the side of the sofa, before attempting to take the hat off her playfully. She pulled him on top of her, without him putting up too much of a fight.

"You can keep it." He said slowly. "It looks better on you."

"And what will this southern gentleman be without his hat?" Bella said quietly, biting his ear softly. He groaned in response, a response that Bella loved to raise from him every time she touched him.

"I'll be… happy!" Jasper moaned into her neck.

"Happy eh?" Bella questioned, pausing her assault on him and his sense of touch. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to reverse the roles.

Within seconds, he was holding Bella's hands above her head with one strong hand, his mouth so close to hers it was painful for him to not just kiss her. He ran his tongue down her cheek teasingly. Before continuing to run it down her neck, placing small kisses on certain spots he knew would make her shiver.

"Jasper!" She groaned.

"Now it's my turn, cow girl." He smirked.

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