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If you aren't found of the words pussy or dick, I suggest you go no further. They will be used in most of my lemons in this story. Just a warning. I don't want to offend.

Thanks to Kitty Cullen for her encouraging words and beta skills.

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BPOV

"Breathe, Jasper. I was only kidding… kinda." I hopped off of the couch with a little too much enthusiasm and headed in the direction of our shared restroom. I could feel Jasper's eyes burning into my back, so I decided to suck up my shyness and give him a show. Confidence, when it came to sex, really wasn't my thing and I sure as hell didn't know anything about the art of seduction, so I did the only thing I could think of. I stripped out of my top like I would on any given day, only I dropped it to the floor as I continued to walk. I snuck a peek at him over my shoulder, but his eyes were trained on my back. I only had his facial expression to go by, but he appeared to be enjoying my ridiculous attempt at sexy, so I continued. I removed my bra a little slower than usual; thankful that it unclasped without too much of a fight. I held it until I came to the bathroom door and dropped it over my shoulder, like I had seen so many times in movies. I stopped once I reached the door and covered my breast with my arm. I turned around to see Jasper gaping at me. I giggled quietly, not sure if he heard. I wanted him to join me on his own, but it didn't appear that he would be moving anytime soon.

"You coming?" I asked playfully. I didn't linger in the doorway and wait for him to answer. My day had been long and tiring and the last thing I wanted to do was face him if he were to reject me again.

I walked over to the shower and turned on the water, jiggling the knobs and checking the stream a few times to make sure it was at a good temperature. One of the things I hated about living in that dorm was the faulty faucet. No matter how many times Jasper and I would complain they never came by to fix it.

I stood up with my back to the door and quickly undid my jeans. I had my thumbs hooked in the sides, ready to pull them down when I heard Jasper clear his throat from behind me. I turned my head to the side and with a smirk continued what I was doing. Alice and I had gone shopping last week and while we were out I luckily picked up some cute panties. I'd never really minded a comfy cotton brief, but I was at the point where I would have done anything to get him to pay me some attention- underneath the jeans. I thought it would be an "accidental" run in that would reveal my lacy black boy shorts, but I was happy to have him willingly watch me undress, something I wasn't even comfortable doing in front of Alice. Being with Jasper had been easy. Way easier than my previous relationship and I was comfortable with him. We had been dating three weeks when I realized that I would be the one always making the first move if our relationship was going to progress. I didn't mind much; it was probably good for me. However, I was looking forward to the day that he would open up to me. It was obvious that Jasper wanted to be intimate, but he was just too shy and inexperienced to know how.

I shimmied my way out of my jeans and turned around. Jasper eyed me up and down, his eyes glazing over. We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. I began to feel insecure, standing there not saying a word, so I wrapped my arms around my body to hide myself from his gaze.

"Don't do that," he said, walking toward me. He grabbed my arms and moved them away from my body, never taking his eyes off of my face.

"You were just standing there and I… I don't know. I started feeling self conscious and-" His lips attacked mine, putting an end to my ramblings. The kiss was closed mouth and quick, but told me everything that I needed to know. He wanted me; he just didn't know what to do.

He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me back lightly. His eyes wandered down my body, pausing for a brief moment when he came to my chest. He moved his hand down to my thigh and ran it up the length of my side; the lightness of his touch causing me to shiver.

"You are so beautiful," he said, continuing to let his eyes roam over my near naked form.

"Thank you," I whispered. I immediately started to feel better.

He turned his head to look at the shower and then back to me with an eyebrow raised. I answered his silent question with a nod. I faced my body towards the shower and stripped out of the only piece of clothing I had on. I could feel his eyes on my backside, but didn't look at him as I stepped into the hot stream. I almost pulled the shower curtain shut out of habit, but thought better of it. I wanted Jasper in the shower with me and the chances of that happening were better that way.

I grabbed my sponge that was hanging on the shower head, followed by my favorite orange scented body wash. I turned my attention back to Jasper as I squirted some gel into the mesh and worked it into a sudsy lather, never taking my eyes off his.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I asked. The cool breeze blowing in the open shower caused a thin layer of chill bumps to form over most of my wet body. I moved to get under the stream, but still never took my eyes off of him. His glasses had fogged slightly, but I could see that his eyes were heavy with an emotion that I could only assume was lust. As his chest rose and fell it was apparent that he was breathing harder than before. He didn't answer me, so I waved my free hand in front of his face to try and startle him out of his daze.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Are you just going to stand there? It's getting cold in here."

"Oh." Was all he said as the realization that I expected him to join me set in. I could see the internal battle written on his face.

Once again, I was feeling defeated and moved a little further into the stream to shower on my own. I heard rustling and looked to see Jasper hurriedly discarding his clothes. A small smile spread across my lips as I thought about what could possibly happen. I watched him, but he was none the wiser. I had never seen his body. I mean, sure I had seen him walk around without a shirt, but that was the extent of it. He was lean, yet, muscular, something you wouldn't have been able to tell when he was fully dressed. His hands went to the rim of his boxer briefs, I watched with excitement as he slid them down his legs. His cock sprang out and slapped against his lower abdomen. I had to hold back a gasp as I took in his size. It was perfect, beautiful, and suddenly thoughts of its innocence flooded my brain. He took off his glasses and set them on the narrow counter. I wanted so badly to ask him to leave them on. Another time, I thought as he took a few steps forward. He stopped once he reached the shower. I nodded enthusiastically, trying to encourage him to come in.

He stepped in and immediately held his hand out for me to hand him the sponge. I could tell his was proud of himself for not running away from me, like he usually did, by the smirk that played on his lips. I turned my back to him and let the water cascade down the front of my body while he began to wash me. He started at my shoulders, running the sponge slowly down the nape of my neck to the back of my arms in a circular motion. He repeated the movement up and down my back, until he was satisfied that it was clean. I could nearly feel his hesitation as he reached my lower back.

"You don't have to." I said over my shoulder.

"I want to." He whispered, before mustering up the courage to run his hand over my bare ass. I heard a groan from inside of his chest. The noise lit a spark in me, causing wetness to pool between my legs. I silently prayed that he would keep going, that just this one time I would be allowed release.

He didn't stop until he reached the back of my heels. I was positive that I had the cleanest backside in the state of New Hampshire, but I wouldn't… couldn't complain. I twisted my body around to rinse the soap off of my back and ran right into Jasper's chest. My breathing became labored as my hard nipples brushed up against his skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I felt his erection twitch against my stomach as he brought his lips down on mine. His tongue darted out of his mouth and swiped across my bottom lip. My lips parted and I took him in greedily. Jasper always tasted so sweet or maybe it was my imagination, my love for him causing my mind to play tricks on me.

With our lips still attached, I slide my hand in between our bodies and ran it down his chest. He moaned into my mouth as I continued rub down his abdomen. The back of my hand brushed the tip of his dick, shocking us both. I pulled my face away from his and looked up at him through my lashes. He always looked so innocent, almost scared and I wondered if, at that moment, my facial expression betrayed my own nervousness. I wanted to touch him and I longed for him to touch me, but it was still a first for us.

The water wasn't going to stay warm much longer, and while I didn't want to rush things, I did want to move them along. With the back of my hand still on him, I gave him one last glance before dragging my fingers up and down his length.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, looking up at him. I didn't need to hear his answer to know that he enjoyed my touch.

"Yeah." His voice was rough and heavy. If we weren't standing face to face I would have thought it didn't belong to him.

I wrapped my fingers firmly around his shaft and started stroking him, earning myself quiet, but masculine moans. With every stroke my own need grew. My pussy throbbed at the mere thought of the how he would feel inside of me. Without much thought, my free hand grabbed one of his and moved it to my chest.

"Touch me." It came out harsher then I had expected, but he did as he was told.

His touch was light, but felt so good. He never lingered in any specific area for long and took me by surprise when his hand wandered to my sex without prompt. As I felt his finger slide down my slit I spread my legs a little wider for him. He didn't waste time slipping a finger inside of me, then another. It had been so long since I had touched or been touched that each movement made me want to explode. I tightened my grip on his cock and started to pump faster. I knew he was close and honestly hoped that I would cum first. I moved his hand out of my entrance and up to my clit. I led his finger to the spot where I liked it the most.

"There?" he questioned.

"Yes." I nodded even though I had answered. I shut my eyes and allowed myself to just feel. He was a quick learner and before long I was trembling through my release. I became sensitive quickly, but still was enjoying his hands on me, too much to ask him to stop.

I gripped his balls with my free hand and began to message them in my palm. They tightened in my grasp and I heard him mutter "fuck" before the warm liquid shot out, landing across my belly. My hands never left him as he came down. When he finally opened his eyes he gave me a small smile and gripped my shoulders to turn me out of the cold stream.

Neither of us said a word as her picked up my sponge and proceeded to wash the rest of my body. When he was finished he moved to the side, so that I could rinse off. I watched him step out of the shower and grab the two towels that were hanging on the rack.

"Aren't you going to shower?"

"I took one this morning and I'll take another tomorrow." He dried my legs one at a time, so the floor wouldn't get wet, then wrapped it around me. He pecked my lips and smiled. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I wanted it, too."

"I know."

I had a feeling Jasper was thanking me for more than the hand job. Hope that maybe we would be able to move on without so much fear ran through me. I got excited as I thought about the possibilities. Once I took control, I found that I really didn't mind it, even though he was probably the only person I would ever feel comfortable enough with to do it.

We walked out of the restroom one right after the other. I went to my dresser to dig out my pajamas and dressed quickly. Neither Jasper nor I were big on spending much money, so we often bought pre-packaged food and ate in. I walked over to the one shared cabinet and grabbed a bagel. We keep condiments in our mini fridge, so luckily we had something to top it with. I pulled out a jar of jelly and after fixing my food went to sit on my bed, which served as more of a couch ever since Jasper and I got together.

"Is that what you're eating for dinner?" He looked at with me concern, just like he always did. I wasn't much of an eater; food just wasn't on the top of my priority list.

"Yes. I'm not really hungry, more tired than anything."

"Okay. We can go to bed if you want, just let me eat real quick." It was rare for us to go to bed separately and when we did it was because the other was studying or out.

"Please." I said, exasperated.

Jasper fixed himself something to eat and we both finished our dinner. We always seemed to fall asleep with the TV on and unfortunately, a couple weeks into our relationship it began to give me nightmares, so we started muting it and turning on the closed caption. We cuddled up in bed and turned on late night cartoons. I was almost asleep when I felt Jasper's kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight. I thought I heard him say "I love you", but it could have been a dream.

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The next morning when I woke up Jasper was already gone for the day. There was no containing my happiness as thoughts of the day before came to the forefront of my mind. My classes didn't start until one o'clock, so I decided to do some cleaning. Our dorm just might have been the cleanest room in Benson Hall. With my OCD and Jasper's upbringing we were both pretty anal about cleanliness, just another thing we could add to the list of why we were compatible. I turned on the iPod and was getting a load of clothes together to take down to the laundry room when I heard a knock at the door.

"Coming," I yelled, stumbling over two of the piles I had in the floor.

The door opened just before I could get to it and in walked Emmett, like he fucking owned the place. His distressed jeans and button down shirt looked like they hadn't been changed since the day before and his black, curly hair was disheveled.

"What do you want?" I asked, seething. I was not Emmett's biggest fan. Most people assumed it was because of Jasper's dislike for him, but honestly the guy just left a bad taste in my mouth. He was pompous and belligerent; his behavior was nauseating. If he wasn't dating Rosalie he would have been just the type of guy to give Jasper shit for being smart.

"Don't be such a bitch, Bella. I'm here to help you out. Now, of course, if you don't want my help I could always leave."

"Fine. Bye." I tried to reach around him to open the door, but he blocked me.

"Wait, no. I'm sorry I was rude, just please hear me out. I know that your little boyfriend doesn't like me and honestly I don't give a shit, but it bothers Rosalie and it's putting a strain on our relationship. I also know that Rosalie doesn't care too much for you and that sooner or later that will start to bother Jasper. The way I see it, we're both in the same boat, but we can help each other out." He winked and gave me a sly smile. Typical Emmett, always up to something.

"You know nothing about Jasper's and my relationship. I don't want or need your help."

"I may not know about your relationship, but I do know how loyal he is to his sister." He looked at me knowingly. I took a minute to think. Was he right? Would Jasper eventually turn on me because of Rosalie? She had made it apparent that she wasn't giving up on mission kill the Swan. Jasper never gave me a clear reason why she didn't like me and I never let on that her dislike towards me effected me in any way, but I couldn't help but long for her acceptance.

"What do you want?" I asked for the second time.

"I want you to put in a good word for me with Jasper. We're all going to be spending Christmas break together and I'll be honest with you, Bella, I cannot take anymore of Rose's bitching. I love her, but she is so concerned with what's happening in your relationship that she's lost sight of her own. Please?"

"You're spending Christmas with the Cullens?" I was stunned. Carlisle and Esme were very nice and accepting, but Jasper led me to believe that they didn't like Emmett.

"Fuck, woman, do you have to ask so many questions?" he huffed. "Yes and you'll be glad, too. I'll help keep Rose away. I'll also tell her what a great girl you are… if you talk to him for me."

"Fine," I agreed. The promise to keep Rosalie away was way too good to pass up.

"Fine, what?" Dumbass.

"Fine, I'll talk to Jasper." I shrugged.

"Good girl. You won't be sorry, Bella. This is going to make life much easier on the both of us. I swear." Something in his voice told me that I would, indeed, regret agreeing to do anything he asked.


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