Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, any of the characters in Twilight, or anything related to the books and/or movies. If I did, I would be way too busy- doing dirty things with the Cullen boys- to sit down at my laptop and write this story. The scenes that I did borrow from Stephenie Meyer have been revamped to fit my story.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has helped put me over 100 reviews with this story! I wasn't planning on posting a chapter this soon, but I wanted to thank you. Hope you like it; I'm giving you a little Jasper/Bella lovin'.

Learning to Live Again

Chapter Twenty-Four: Stolen Moments

Edward and I walked into the house, laughing at each other. We had spent the entire walk home seeing who could trip the other person more times. Needless to say, I lost. When we walked into the living room, everyone was gathered around the television watching a movie. Carlisle and Esme were curled together in the love seat while Rosalie and Emmett were tangled up in the oversized chair. Jasper was leaning against the couch that Alice was laying across. He looked up and smiled at me when I walked into the room.

I pranced over to Jasper and fell into his lap, throwing my arms around his neck. "I missed you," I whispered against his cool skin. My smile widened when Jasper's arms tightened around me and pulled me closer to him.

"I missed you, too, baby," he said as he dropped a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's going to be great," I announced to him. We both looked up and smiled at Edward as he sat down on the couch, pushing Alice's legs out of the way and earning a playful hiss from her. We chuckled. I noticed the nod that Jasper and Edward shared between each other, apologizing for their fighting earlier.

"So what are we all watching?" Edward asked, focusing his attention to the television.

"Dirty Dancing," Rosalie and Alice announced together.

"It appears that Bella has gotten Rosalie and Alice addicted to this movie, and so we're all trying to understand why," Carlisle reasoned.

I turned toward the television, settling myself in Jasper's lap and leaning against his chest. "It's a classic," I offered as an explanation.

"How many times have you seen this?" Jasper whispered in my ear as he moved his hands to rest on my hips.

"Too many times to count. Why?" I asked, turning my head to the side and giving him a flirtatious smirk.

"Well, I just thought we could go to bed early tonight. It has been a draining day," he reasoned as he moved in to kiss my neck.

Before I could finish nodding my head, Jasper had picked me up and carried me up to our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. I could hear our family chuckle from downstairs as he threw me onto our bed.

Jasper hovered above me and looked into my eyes. We just stayed there for a moment, staring at each other. These were my favorite moments. The silent ones where we just basked in each other's presence. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, bringing it down to mine for a kiss. He couldn't deny me. Now would be the best time to get anything I wanted out of him.

"Jasper," I whispered against his lips. It came out as more of a moan, because his hands had worked their way underneath my shirt and were currently caressing my breasts through my bra. He really made it hard for a girl to keep her train of thought.

"Yes, baby?" he asked innocently. He knew exactly what he was doing, because I could feel his smirk against my lips.

I don't know if it was my hormones or the fact that I now felt more powerful than I ever had before, but I somehow found the strength to flip Jasper over so that he was lying on his back and I was straddling his waist. He laughed loudly when I did this, and I could hear it echo through the hallway. Oh well.

Before he could say anything, I had lifted my shirt over my head and thrown it across the room. His was next. I grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt and started tugging it upward, making Jasper sit up in the process. I had it across the room with mine in three seconds.

Jasper's hands worked their way around my back and unhooked my bra with no effort. I was going to pretend that it was his vampire reflexes instead of a large amount of practice. I pulled back from our demanding kisses and looked in his eyes. As much as I loved Jasper and knew that he loved me, I was new at this. I had never been naked in front of someone before.

Jasper, having felt my tension and nervousness, placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. "I love you, Bella. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen," he said as he slowly pulled my bra straps down my arms and tossed it to the side.

"Jasper… I thought that you said… that you didn't want to with everyone… I mean—" I couldn't get a sentence out right now.

"Bella, dear, I am waiting for our first time together to be until we have more privacy," he explained, understanding what I was asking him without needing to hear my words. When I raised my eyebrow at him, he continued. "That doesn't mean we can't be close to each other. It doesn't mean that we can't do anything at all, because I have to admit that it would be damn near impossible for me to not touch you."

I smiled down at him and leaned back in for a kiss. This time Jasper caught me by surprise as he flipped us over and hovered above me again. He rained kisses down my neck and chest, stopping at my stomach to lightly blow into my belly button, easing my nervousness and tension.

He licked a line above my jeans and smiled as I shivered from the intimate contact. "Jasper," I moaned. He moved back up my body and buried his face in my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just trying to keep a handle on myself, baby. I don't want to hurt you or lose control," he admitted. I understood that it was difficult for him to be this close to me, but my own needs and selfishness were winning the battle with my own self control. Damn those crazy teenage hormones.

"You won't hurt me, honey. I trust you," I told him. I moved my own hands to his jeans and fumbled with the button and zipper for a minute before Jasper stopped me. I looked up at him questioningly.

"Tonight isn't about me, darling," he said simply as he started to work on the button and zipper of my own jeans. He pulled them down my legs, and I have no clue where he threw them once they were off me. I was too distracted by lying in my underwear in front of my boyfriend.

That previously mentioned boyfriend was now kissing his way up my leg. He stopped when he got to my hip and looked up at me, asking for permission. I nodded my head once, letting him know it was okay to remove my underwear. I honestly couldn't tell you how long Jasper spent exploring me with his fingers and tongue.

All I know is that it was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life. It's true that I don't have anything to compare it to, but I know what intense feels like. And I know enough to see that Jasper is definitely skilled in the bedroom. I wondered if it was a vampire trait or something left over from his human days that he had never gotten to experience.

After feeling release for the third time, Jasper finally took mercy on me and stopped his ministrations. I lay there in the afterglow with my head resting on his chest and my own chest heaving from exhaustion. I placed a soft kiss on Jasper's calm chest and looked up at his face. He was staring down at me with a wide smile.

"You're really not being very fair, you know." He raised his eyebrows to question my statement. "You've worn me out so much that I don't even have the strength to do the same for you," I explained. I moved my hand to the front of his jeans, trying to work my way inside.

Jasper chuckled and stopped my hand with his own. "Bella, dear, I told you that tonight was about you. I'll have my turn another time," he said simply. He dropped a kiss on my forehead.

"But Jasper, I –" I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips were now on my own. I kissed him back, forgetting that we were having a conversation.

We pulled apart and he reached over and pulled the blanket over both of us so that I could soon find sleep. I curled myself into him, my head still resting against his cold, hard body. I caught a glimpse of the calendar hanging on his wall and sighed.

"Is that a good sound?" Jasper teased.

"The sound isn't good, but everything else is right now. I was just realizing that I haven't been home for two days now. Charlie is going to think that you've taken me hostage. Not that I'm complaining," I explained.

"Well, you did request that we properly introduce ourselves as a couple to Charlie," Jasper reasoned. "Tomorrow would be as good a time as any. I'm not sure how he's going to react, though, because he was really hoping that you would stay away from guys for awhile."

"Well, I don't care what Charlie was hoping for. He should be happy that his daughter is in love with someone who would do anything to take care of her and who wants to spend the rest of his days with her." I knew that it wasn't entirely realistic, but I couldn't contain my own happiness right now. I was too close and intimate with Jasper to be logical.

We lay in silence for awhile, just enjoying the closeness of one another. I heard some soft mumbling from down the hallway but thought nothing of it. There were six other people in the house with us, after all.

Jasper let out a low chuckle and explained before I had to ask him what he was laughing at. "Esme and Carlisle are looking up soundproofing walls on the internet. Rosalie was complaining that your screams were drowning out the sounds of the movie."

I joined in his laughter and also heard Emmett chuckling from downstairs. "Stop listening in, you perv!" I yelled to my surrogate big brother, knowing that he was listening. I was rewarded when his laughter amplified through the house.

"Welcome to the family, Bella."