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So, we launched our collab! Look under my profile - its called The Extraordinarily Messy Love Life of Bella Swan - and it's all in good fun, not to be taken seriously at all! It's much more smutty than this one, I tell ya! BUT REMEMBER - It's RC17 rated, definitely! Go READ - after you finish this update, OfC.

On that note - enjoy!

SM owns - I just make them do dirty things!

Chapter 12

I wake up at a very insistent poking in my back and snuggled in a warm embrace. It seems like we'd slept all night in the exact same position as we fell asleep in. At the thought of our late night activities, I begin to feel a little frisky and since Jasper apparently is all ready for some action, I decide to play with him a bit. I shift a little and stick out my naked ass, rubbing against his erection.

"Mmmm… What a wake-up call, Darlin', you can do that anytime you like!" I hear him respond and feel his arms tightening around me. He rubs his cock back against my ass-crack. "Good morning, baby" he says, kissing my neck. His hands move to grab my breasts and he starts to knead them, playing with my nipples that have hardened already. I moan quietly and reach back to grab his cock, sliding his foreskin carefully up and down his length. He moans and bucks against me.

Feeling bold, I want to do what I didn't had to nerve to last night. I want to taste him, feel him in my mouth. He played me so well with his tongue last night – now it's time to return the favor! I turn around in his embrace and kiss his full, pouty lips, teasing him with my tongue. My hand goes to his shoulder to push him onto his back and I kiss my way down his body, licking every muscle. As I reach his 'V', I trace it with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from him. I grab his steel hard cock and start to study it; I've never had the opportunity to just study a cock and I plan to take full advantage of this.

It's big, that much I've discovered; at least nine inches long and I can't close my fingers around him. The head is bigger than the shaft and there's a defined ridge. He's uncut, so there's foreskin to play with – I heard some girls talk about it as gross and looking like a turtle, but I think it looks natural – and it's easier to give handjobs, I imagine, since it naturally glides over the head. There are some prominent veins along the shaft – oh, I want to follow them with my tongue! So that's what I do, starting at the base and gliding all the way to the ridge around the head. He lets out a gasp and a moan at this, which emboldens me to take the head completely in my mouth, letting my tongue play around it.

He is writhing on the bed, much like I did last night, and I can tell he's trying not to buck, making me gag. I'm glad – I'd like to do this in my own pace. The thickness makes it hard to open my mouth wide enough and I'm afraid to get lock jaw, but I try to relax and get it as far in as possible. When I feel confident enough that I won't hurt him with my teeth, I begin to bob my head up and down while twirling my tongue around the head. "Oh, Baby! Yeah, it feels so good! Oh my god!" he stutters, completely blissed out. I keep up my pace and grab it around the base, moving my hand in time with my head. The other hand grabs his balls gently and I roll them carefully in my palm. I can feel them tensing up, Jasper grabs my hair and screams out "Darlin', I'm gonna cum! Move your head, sweetie."

I don't intend to, though. I tasted his jizz yesterday, and it wasn't bad. I heard that guys like when a girl swallows, and that's what I'll do. I keep up my bobbing; sucking harder and in a matter of seconds he bucks his hips up and groans. My mouth gets filled with a warm, sticky and salty portion – the worst part is the consistency, but I swallow quickly to keep up with his spurts. When he's done and start to relax, I clean off his softening cock with my mouth, until he stops me and pulls at my shoulder to get me up to his level.

"Thank you, Darlin'. You really didn't have to do that – especially the swallowing. You are so amazing. I love you!" he says, kissing me passionately. I eagerly return the kiss. The blowjob has turned me on even more and I'm eager for more. He quickly picks up on my signals and starts to knead my breast again, dipping down to grip the nipple in his teeth. I gasp out at that and he soothes the sting with his tongue, while his hand finds its way to my pussy. He parts my folds, and lets his long middle finger glide in to my drenched entrance while his thumb circles my clit. Oh, it feels incredible! The middle finger curls upward and finds a magic spot that makes me see stars and I'm already on the brink of an orgasm.

"Mmmm.. Looks like I found your G-spot, huh, Baby? Do you like that?" he says sexily, adding another finger. I can feel the muscles squeezing around his fingers, and the tingling warmth begins to spread from my pussy to my toes. Suddenly, I clamp down around him – it feels so good, but at the same time, I feel like I'm going to pee! An incredible sensation runs through me, and I can feel an abundance of liquid gushing out of me on his hand while I cry out in pleasure. Oh, this is so embarrassing! I hope I didn't pee on him, poor guy.

I blush all over, but Jasper looks extremely satisfied. "Sorry," I say. "For what? You didn't pee, Bella – you had a squirting orgasm! That was so hot! I never got a girl to do that before…" he says, looking immensely proud of himself. "A what?" I say confused, "what's that?"

"A squirting orgasm – some girls can have those, if you hid the g-spot right. It's just a clear liquid coming out while you climax, but it's incredibly hot!" He answers and dips down to kiss me. Huh. Didn't know that, but he's right. It was incredibly hot and felt fantastic! I return his sweet kiss and thank him. He smiles at me all dimply and says "anytime, Darlin'."

We lie in bed and just snuggle for a while, talking about everything and nothing. The mood is loving but somber – we both realize that this is our last day together for a long while. We probably won't see each other again before Thanksgiving, so we try to suck up this feeling as much as possible. Too soon though, we have to get up and get ready. We're meeting Charlie for brunch. I wonder how he'll react to the news. He has always regarded Jasper as his son – we've been running in and out of each other's houses since we were small and Jasper has went on many fishing trips with my dad, with or without me. But now, he has to change that view from son to son-in-law; or at least someday he will be, I hope.

Reluctantly, I tangle myself out of Jasper's embrace and give him a final kiss before I stand up. "I better hit the shower. Will you join me?"

"Of course I will! Thank you, Sweetheart!" he kisses me back and gets out of bed too.

After a nice, warm, and LONG shower, we get dressed and go downstairs to greet Momma Whitlock. We've already packed our bags and brought them with us. It wouldn't make sense to come back here after brunch, since we have to be back in Seattle on time for Jasper to catch his flight out. The thought of separating from Jasper makes me so sad and I struggle to hold back the tears. Momma notices though – she's just like her son, always in tune with people's emotions. Especially of her loved ones. She gives me a tight hug and whispers reassuringly to me. "It will work out, Sweetie, you'll see. He loves you so much; I can tell. He'll do anything for you – you just take care of the both of you now, ya hear? Love you, baby girl." She kisses my cheek sweetly and let go of me, moving to Jasper.

"Take care, baby boy. Don't fall down and don't get shot. And treat your girl like the princess she deserves to be. I love you." She hugs and kisses him too, wiping her eyes and smiles at us. "Now, shoo! Go, get out before I break down." She chuckles and smiles a final smile, before pushing us out the door. I can see her standing in the kitchen window, waving goodbye to us. I return the wave and we're off again.

-LFAFL-

Jasper parks my truck at my usual spot at Forks Diner. I am so excited to see Charlie, but at the same time I'm nervous. I've never brought a boyfriend to eat with us; Mike was terrified of my dad, being the chief of police and all, and Jasper has always been part of the family, so to speak. I can tell that Jasper's a bit nervous as well – he's swallowing hard and squeezing my hand very tightly. We look at each other and burst out laughing. This is just plain silly! It's Charlie! He loves us both, and deep down, I think he feels like Momma Whitlock; that we belong together and that neither of us could find a better match if we tried!

Jasper jumps out and runs to my side, opens my door and lifts me down. He really likes to do that, I guess. And I like him doing it, like the feel of his big hands around my waist and the little extra squeeze he gives me, when he sets me down. I reach on my toes and give him a peck on the lips – not too much, since I'm no fan of PDA. He smiles and takes my hand, walking in with me, clearly staking his claim.

Charlie is sitting in his usual booth with a cup of black coffee and the menu open. He looks up at the chime of the bell and breaks out in a smile. Then he spots our joined hands and you can literally see the wheels turning inside his head, giving him a vertical line between his eyebrows and making his moustache twitch. I know all of his tells, and he's not mad – just puzzled, trying to get the pieces to match in his head.

"Hi Dad! How are you?" I lean down and give him an awkward hug, never letting go of Jasper's hand. "I'm good, Bells. You?" he says, patting my back. He's a man of few words and not one to show his emotions, especially in public. "Great – have you ordered?" I sit down on the opposite bench, dragging Jasper with me. It's comical, the way I won't let go of him right now – this is just my dad! But I feel the need to be physically connected to Jasper right now; to draw on his strength. He chuckles under his breath over my fluster – he sees right through me.

Charlie raises an eyebrow at me; I guess he sees right through me too. He looks at Jasper and sticks out his hand for a shake. "Hello Son, how's the air force treating you? No trouble with the MP's yet?" Jasper takes his hand and shakes it firmly, giving him a broad smile. "No, no trouble. But it sure is hard to be that far away from this one." He ruffles my hair a bit and shoots me a grin and a wink, before taking his seat beside me.

My father turns to me again – still with the twitching moustache and lifted eyebrow. "Care to explain?" I know exactly what he's talking about; my flustered behavior and the fact that we came in here holding hands. I blush and stammer, "well, see, it's like this…" I trail off, not sure how to continue. How much do you tell your single father with communication issues? Especially since I'm his little girl, and he's trusted Jasper to sleep in my bed before! Will he take this as betrayal, or development?

Jasper cuts in here, saying "We're in love, simple as that. I realized when I left that she is it for me, and came home determined to make her mine. Friday night we went out for dinner and I told her. Bella told me that she returned my feelings. We've just started, Charlie. There hasn't been anything to tell before. We truly were just friends growing up. I promise you that." He holds Charlie's eyes with a steel gaze, and with sincerity and honor radiating from him. Wow. Impressive. He knows Charlie well enough to cut to the chase and be direct but polite.

Charlie bristles a little and nods. "Alright, you two have always been good kids and never given me reason not to trust you before. And she could have done a lot worse, Son. But you better treat her right, or every traffic violation you ever made will come and bite you in the ass. And I still carry a gun."

"Don't worry. I'll treat her like a princess. I love her." Jasper nods back. And that is that – both of them pick up their menu, order coffee from Lorna when she stops by the table, and begin to discuss the latest models in air crafts. I just sit there, completely dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. Did that really just happen? No drama, no fighting and disapproval? Just, I don't know - acceptance? Wow. I pick up my own menu without a word and give Jasper's hand a squeeze under the table. My God, how I love this man. My knight in shining armor. I grin to myself – not so long ago, he was my pain in the ass best friend, playing pranks on me, annoying me endlessly, hanging out on my porch or my room, playing his guitar or video games. I can't fully wrap my head around it yet, but I am so happy I could burst.

Brunch was a typical quiet affair with Charlie, with the occasional small talk about school, fishing, the air force, fishing, how Billy is doing, fishing, and then another awkward hug and goodbye, see you soon! When we reach the truck I'm practically bouncing on my feet, and Jasper just laughs at me. We settle in the truck – I'm driving back, since Jazz drove up here. He grabs my hand again in the truck and gives me a sweet kiss. "I love you, Isabella Marie Swan. So much."

"I love you too, Jasper Dean Whitlock. More than you know." With that, the stereo is cranked up, the truck is put into 'drive' and we're off. Back to Seattle and the airport, back to sending off the love of my life to San Diego. Back to him flying a deathtrap.

My stomach is in knots at the thought, which is completely silly. I am also on the brink of tears, because of the pending separation. I just got him! Will I really have to live without him already? It seems so unfair. My eyes are beginning to well up with tears, and I sniffle a bit.

"What's wrong, Darlin'? Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" Jasper is all concern and care now, gripping my hand and caressing it with his thumb. "Talk to me, please… I can't stand to see you cry!"

"It's just – you're leaving already! I just got you, and now you're going away again. I can't be without you, I just can't! It breaks my heart to be apart from you." I whimper pathetically, tears streaming down my cheeks. I have a hard time seeing anything and Jasper notices right away. "Pull the car over, Darlin' – you can't drive like this, it's not safe."

I pull the car over at the side of the road and turn off the engine. I am full on sobbing by now, a complete mess of snot and tears. "C'mere, baby. Hush now, it's gonna be alright. I love you and I'll write and call and text – we'll see each other soon, I promise!" Jasper pulls me to his chest and strokes my hair, nuzzling his face in the hair on the top of my head. "Shhhh.. Calm down, Darlin', calm down." He is so gentle and loving; a whole new side of Jasper I've never seen before. He's always been my protector, but the tenderness he shows now is at a whole new level. It just makes me sob even harder, because I'm going to miss this so much – this new Jasper that's just for me.

Eventually, I quiet down some, but I'm still not in a condition to drive. Jasper suggests that we switch places so I can recover a little while he drives. He's so full of concern and I can tell that my breakdown weighs heavily on him. He tries to lighten the mood by singing silly songs for me, belting out the lyrics to Bon Jovi's 'wanted – dead or alive' when it comes on the stereo.

"I'm a cowboy! On a steel horse I ride. And I'm wanted. Dead or alive!" He's screaming from the top of his lungs, his expression so serious that I can't help but crack up laughing. His entire face lights up, his eyes begin to shine and his dimples come out at the sound of my laughter. I join him in the next line, wailing "I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side. I'm wanted dead or alive. And I ride, dead or alive. I still drive, dead or alive. Dead or alive." We both crack up after the song is finished; I laugh so hard that I get a side stitch from it. Now I'm wiping away tears of laughter instead.

We quiet down a little after that, both of us lost in thought. What a roller coaster of emotion this weekend has been. From anticipation to fear, from fear to pure joy, from joy to lust, from lust to anxiety, from anxiety to sorrow and from sorrow to mirth. But underneath it all is love. I look at my Jasper at that thought – how fitting it is. I've loved him for as long as I can remember. I've been IN love with him for seven years. Now we share that love, and I haven't got a doubt in my mind that we'll make it through this. It's just so hard to think about our separation.

-LFAFL-

As we reach Seattle and begin to maneuver through to the airport, I begin to feel upset again. I try my best to be brave. I don't want to have another breakdown in front of Jasper – I don't want to send him away with that image of me as the last with him. I want him to think of me as his smiling, loving girlfriend, not as a crying baby. My smile is a bit watery though and Jasper is somber and quiet while he takes his duffle and the case with Annabelle from the luggage compartment. He sets both of them down on the sidewalk and grips my upper arms.

"I don't want you to come in with me. I think we should say our goodbye here, not in front of a lot of people." I know why he's doing this. First of all, he's not a big fan of PDA either and I'm sure he wants to kiss me properly goodbye. Secondly, he's trying to prevent me from having a public breakdown – and maybe himself too. He thinks its best that I can sit for a while in the car and recoup before driving. He's right – I want to avoid the scene too, and I know it's inevitable that I will bawl my eyes out once he leaves.

"Okay. Let me just... I'll call Angela up – she's already home; her flight was this morning. I'll have her on standby, so I can talk to her when you've left." I know, I HAVE to have a life-line ready, or I will lose it completely. "Good plan - where's your phone?" he asks and I show it to him. "Let me talk to her first – I want to make sure that she's gonna take care of my girl." I smile at him at this – he's so adorable in his protection of me.

"Hello, Angela? Yeah, it's me, Jasper. Listen, could you hang on while I say goodbye to Bella? She's going to need a friend now, and I was hoping you'd be there for her."

"No, that's alright- I'll just put you on hold. Mmm hmmm.. Yeah, I'm happy too! I love her, Ang, so much!"

"Thanks – hold on, okay? Take care!" He clicks the call on hold and lay my phone on the driver's seat without closing the door. Looking deeply into my eyes, he grabs my chin. I get lost in the swirls of dark green with little yellow specks and a darker rim at the edges. His eyes are so beautiful, like a cat's, attentive, all-knowing, sweet and occasionally predatory. They bore into my brown ones, in this moment conveying all of his emotions; sadness, love, adoration, concern. I feel it in the pit of my belly and the tip of my toes. He looks at me like no other man ever have; like I'm his whole world. The corner of his mouth comes up in a crooked half-smile.

"I love you more than anything, Bella. You keep me coming back for more, ALWAYS. Remember that. No matter what happens, I love you." He bends down and kisses me with so much emotion that I start to cry at it. His lips move with mine and his tongue traces the outline of my mouth. He presses gently to make me open my mouth and I willingly comply, savoring his taste and the slightly rough, velvety sensation of his tongue on mine. Dancing, massaging, feeling. His hands stay put, one cradles my chin and one grips my waist, holding my body close to his. I feel the warmth of his body engulf me, his cedar and hay scent invades my senses and I'm lost in all that is Jasper.

Too soon he ends the kiss, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "Goodbye, Darlin'. Angela's waiting and I'll text you as soon as I land. I love you. Drive safely." With one final squeeze, he releases me and he's gone. I reach out for my phone – I can hardly see the keys through my tears and I'm grateful that he already has her on the line so I don't have to search for her number. I throw myself in the seat and slam the door shut, before clicking her call back on.

I don't even say anything; I just sob and wail down the microphone. Angie gets it though. Her separation from Ben was also very painful, and I was the one to hold her all the way home from the airport when he left for college. She knows exactly how I feel right now and it's such a relief that I don't have to explain anything. I can just sit there, crying and listening to her soothing voice and reassuring words.

"He loves you more than anything, you know that? I'd never have thought that I should see Jazz with that look in his eyes. When he looks at you, the rest of the world disappear for him, sweetie. Don't worry, you'll see him soon. He'll come back to you, no matter what. If he had to crawl all the way to see you, he would. He loves you, Girlie. He loves you." Her voice over the phone calms down enough to stop crying hysterically. Now it's just a small trickle of tears and hiccups. She keeps up her pep-talk, until I'm coherent enough to answer her.

"Thanks, Ang. I love you. I couldn't have made it without you."

"No problem, sweets. Just repaying the favor." I can hear the smile in her voice at this; she's my sister from another mister, for sure. "I remember how hard it was for me and Ben – and yours is a new love, which makes everything more daunting and up in the air."

"Okay, I'm gonna put you on Bluetooth now, so I can talk and drive. Hang on." I say, wanting to come home to my bed and my hopefully quiet dorm-room. I just want to lay there and wallow, and wait for Jazz to text me. And mentally relive the entire weekend. "Sure, I'll hold. Again!" She says with a chuckle.

We speak the entire way home, and I let her in on some of the details of our weekend – probably a little TMI, but Ang is the source of all of my boy-knowledge, her having reported everything to me over her years with Ben, so now she'll have to endure! She takes it in stride though – she is just so happy for us.

When I reach my room, I change into pajamas and settle under the covers with my phone. I have just started to relax, when it pings with a new text. From Edward, sadly. No, he's a great friend – I owe him a summary of my weekend!

Hey Chica! How did it go? Did you score Prince Charming? –E

I did, actually. Or, he scored me. YAY! – B

Good for you! Told ya – I could see it right away. That guy is head over heels for you, sweetie. – E

He told me too :-) K, gonna go now – waiting for his text. TTYL? – B

Sure thing – I want a full report tomorrow. XOXO – E

Thx. XOXO – B

My eyelids had almost closed completely and I felt somewhere between awake and asleep, when my ping woke me up again. This time the text was from Jasper, finally!

Hey Darlin'. Just touched down in SAN. Hope you're alright. I love you. Your JDW.

Hi Jazz. Yup, Ang got me thru. Love u 2. Almost asleep. TTYL? Your B

Sure, sweets. Just checking ;-) Sleep tight. Kisses JDW

Night. Kisses – your B

;-) JDW

With a final image of Jasper's eyes as he looked at me at the airport, I fall asleep. Content in the knowledge that I got my man – and that underneath it all is love.

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