A/N: Hello my lovelies! I hope you haven't been too impatient for this update - I know it's later than usual. In my defense, I can say that I've been away for business without any writing time at all - and this is actually brought to you from Madrid-Barajas airport, where I sat and waited for a flight for 6 freaking hours yesterday!

Thus, it is unbetaed - any and all errors are mine alone. That doesn't mean that I love my girls any less mind you! Bewiched and jmj3 - I HEART YOU!

And - say hello to Ben Graupner from the 100 Monkeys - he has a little cameo in this one :D I love him - he's so adorable!

I don't own- SM does. I just let her characters mix up and do weird and naughty stuff.

Chapter 14

"AAARGH! Why does time have to move so freaking slowly?" I scream out in the privacy of my room. I am going out of my mind here… I really, really need to see my man now. Why does he have to be so far away from me? Why can't I just call him, even? This air force business is beginning to get to me – how will I survive the next years, while he is training and finishing his contract? I will be insane by then… With a sigh, I plop down on my bed and open my laptop, just to re-read his latest email. It seems that's all I'm doing at the moment. Pining for, texting, calling and reading emails from the one person that matters most to me. I have to get out of this funk – I can't have my whole life on hold in between seeing him, 'cause it will be years before we can have a life together. Dammit.

I'm interrupted in my musings by Beck, slamming the door open and looking positively wild. "Bella, hurry, you've got to come with me! I need your help! NOW!" Oh shit, she sounds like the apocalypse is coming – wonder what happened?

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, woman! What has you all in a tizzy?"

"You've got to see this guy – he is soooooo adorable. And he just asked me out! I don't know what to do – seriously, he can rival both Jasper and Edward in the looks department, and he is sooo sweet! I can't blow this – I can't!" She's pacing around the room, pulling and wringing her fingers, looking adorably frenzied.

"Okay, okay, when are you going out? What's his name? And what do you want me to do? You know I'm no fashionista, by any means." I try to calm her a little – her pacing is stressing me out, like I needed any more stress!

"His name is Benji and he is so yummy! He's at least 6'6'', light brown hair, gorgeous green eyes – they're almost hazel actually, slim build and he's a drama major. I am in serious 'like' with him, Bella – seriously! He's not just another notch on my bedpost, I tell ya. He could actually be 'the one'!" She's got a wild look in her eyes and grabs my shoulders, yanking me back and forth. I have a hard time not to burst out laughing at her – she looks absolutely insane right now, it's so funny!

"Yeah alright – I believe you! What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to help me pick an outfit and get primped! I know it's not your usual forte, but considering that you landed not just one, but TWO of the hottest guys walking this green earth, I guess you have something going for you! And Benji is not the typical frat boy who's looking for any piece of ass – he's much deeper than that. And I need to radiate 'deep' too. He's picking me up at 6 for a movie and dinner." She is looking at me with a real puppy dog expression, pout in full effect. I'm a sucker for that; it gets me every time.

"Uh, alright, let's take a look then." I may not be a fashionista by any means, nor do I care particularly for neither hair do's or make-up, but I know what looks good on people and I can do the basics. With that, we start to work on Beck's closet and I send her to shower.

After two hours of tweezing, talking, swooning, picking, plucking and painting, she looks naturally beautiful – her dark hair is curling down her back, her dark blue eyes are framed by golden shimmery makeup and black lashes and she is dressed in skinny jeans, brown equestrian boots and a satin emerald green top. We finish off the outfit with some thin gold bangles, dangly gold earrings and a long gold necklace. She looks amazing; down to earth, yet dressy enough for any student-budget kind of restaurant. If he doesn't want her after this, he doesn't deserve her and I tell her exactly that.

"Oh Bella, thank you so much. It really means a lot to me! I can't wait for you to meet him. But hand's off!" She says with a wink and a laugh to let me know that she's kidding. Just as she says that, there's a timid knock on the door and I go to answer it. I've got to be her wing woman, and besides, I'm curious over the guy that has her all riled up.

As I open the door, I have to crane my neck back to see his face, he's so tall! I'm met with a pair of warm, smiling eyes, the broadest grin I've ever seen, white teeth and a sharp jawline. He has a prominent Adams apple. His hair is almost as messy as Edwards but a little longer, making it fall into his eyes and giving him a boyish appearance, though I can tell he has to be in his mid-twenties. "Hello, I'm here to pick up Beck," he says, "You must be Bella?" his voice is deep and husky, and very, very sexy. I can see why Beck is so taken with him. He's a looker, but his eyes radiate sincerity and warmth; he's also oozing sex without coming off as a man-whore.

"Yeah, that's me – come on in, she's ready." I open the door wider to let him in, and he pulls a bouquet of dark blue violets from behind his back – oooh, he's good; blue violets means that he is always true in love. And besides, they're beautiful and not too cliché. He walks in – more like takes one step and lands in the middle of the room, his legs are that long – and greets Beck with a kiss on the cheek, handing her the flowers. "For you, beautiful, they reminded me of your eyes." He looks deeply in her eyes, oblivious to anything else. She blushes – actually blushes! I've never seen Beck do that before - and accept them with a kiss to his cheek as well.

"Ready to head out?" he asks her, giving her his arm. She nods and accepts. "Bella, will you put these in water for me?" she asks as they leave, handing me the flowers. "Of course – have a great night!" I call after them; glad for Beck, since he seems like a good guy and she deserves that. I can't wait to hear how their night went later.

I settle down on my bed again and start to surf travel websites so I can find the best possible tickets for my trip and send an itinerary to Jasper – I know his parents will gladly pay for it, but I'm not having that! I can pay my own tickets – my mom's husband has plenty of money and they send me an allowance every month as their contribution together with the truck they gave me. I quickly find the perfect tickets, allowing me to be in San Diego by 5 pm Friday and home at 8 am Monday, leaving us a full weekend together – every possible minute that Jasper's off duty. After I've got my e-tickets, I send the itinerary to Jasper and call him to let him know when I'll be arriving.

"Hello" His slightly husky voice sounds in my ear.

"Hi baby, it's me – are you off duty?"

"Hey sweetheart! Yeah, just got back to the barracks. I'm so glad to hear from you – did you get tickets?" I can literally hear the smile he has on his face now, and his voice went up half an octave.

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling – besides from needing to hear your voice. I just ordered and I will land at 4.50 pm on Friday – I'll have to leave at 8 am Monday morning, but I guess your back on duty by then?"

"Yeah, I have to be at the base at 7 am, so I'll swing by the airport first and drop you off. That leaves us an entire weekend together! Can't fuckin' wait to see you, Love… I have great plans for us." His voice turns lower and slightly huskier now, like it does when he's turned on. Images from our weekend flashes through my mind and I can feel myself getting hot in the cheeks.

"Oh yeah? Wanna tell me about those plans?" I can't help but softly grab my left tit while lying back on the bed. His voice is doing dangerous things to my system. "Anything like last weekend, perhaps?" getting bolder, I ask: "How about that underwear problem – is that still an issue we have to look at?" I might as well take the opportunity now that Beck is out and I have some privacy. And phone-sex? It might really be fun! At least a lot more fun than doing it all alone…

"Oh, baby – you bet I have an underwear problem! A rather large and prominent problem that needs a proper rub down. What are you doing to me, baby?" His voice has really dropped now and I can hear a slight tremble in it – he's already on the brink of control. "What are you doing right now, Darlin'? I can hear you're breathing harder…"

"Well, I'm lying on my bed, all alone – Beck is out on a date – and I'm touching my left tit… What about you?" I answer, rolling my nipple between my thumb and index finger. I let out an involuntary little moan at that.

"Oh My GOD, baby – I can hear how you're enjoying yourself. I wish I was there to take care of your sweet tits for you. And other parts as well." His voice is breaking on the last part and he groans – I can hear shuffling noises, like fabric shifting. "And as to what I am doing; I am holding my most treasured body part, trying to relieve his pain after being stuck inside my fatigues while growing hard."

"Tell me what to do to myself, Jasper. Tell me how and where you want me to touch." I breathe into the phone, turned on beyond belief over the images of him in uniform and with his hard cock in his hand. My panties are getting drenched by the mere thought.

"Ungh, baby! Take off your top and bra, and caress your tits for me – imagine it were my hands kneading them. I've got my dick out now, just sliding my hand loosely over it, imagining it to be your small fingers around it." He groans out, clearly affected by our little dirty conversation. I do as he asks and knead my breasts, trying to picture it being his hands – it's good, but not quite right. My hands are much smaller and softer than his. However, the noises coming through the phone are quite the turn on.

"It feels so good, Jasper – I need more." I am moaning into the receiver, getting lost in his sounds and the sensations in my breasts.

"Pinch the nipples baby, make your fingers wet and circle them – imagine it's my mouth and the pinch is me biting them slightly. Oh my god, this is so hot!" He is panting now and I can sense that his hand is moving faster and faster over his cock. I do as he says and a loud moan erupts from me, making him moan as well. I yank open my jeans and quickly shove them down my legs.

"Baby, I'm gonna touch my pussy now – tell me how…" I can't wait – I can hear him getting closer to his release and I want to cum with him. I am on the brink already, just from his words and the fondling of my breasts.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum soon – touch your clit baby and if you can, plunge a couple of fingers inside. Curl them upwards and use your thumb on your clit. I wish I could taste you, baby… You taste so delicious baby – I can almost imagine it… Like honey and woman and sex – I love your taste. Cum for me baby – let me hear you scream my name. I'm gonna cum with you. Just let it go, baby." His husky voice gets me over the brink and I scream out as the orgasm ripples through me, making my pussy clench violently around my fingers.

I can hear him too – the most sexy sounding grunts and groans and a 'Bella!' thrown in between. Soon only the sound of our heavy breathing travels the phone lines as we lay and listen to each other calming down. "Oh sweet heavens, Bella! That was awesome! I didn't know you had it in you, you little vixen…" He chuckles while trying to catch his breath.

"Me neither, Jazz – me neither… What can I say; you bring out the worst and the best in me." I can feel the happy, lazy smile stretching across my face as I lay there, fully sated and blissed out.

"The best – definitely the best, Baby. I love you more than words can say – you're the whole package; beautiful, intelligent, sweet and naughty. You're the girl of my dreams. I can't ever let you go. I love you so much." His quiet, sincere confession brings tears in my eyes and I'm so happy it'll only be a week before I see him again. My Jasper – my love – my everything.

"I love you too, Jazz – I can't begin to tell you how much. I love how sweet you are underneath your tough-guy attitude; I love your intelligence, your sexiness, your personality. You're it for me – I've never loved anyone else, and I'm never going to. I spent too long waiting for you to ever let you go. I can't wait till Friday. I need to touch you again." I am sobbing a bit now, a delightful mess of happy and sad tears.

"Don't cry, Baby – you know tears are like my kryptonite – I just wanna hold you in my arms and never let you go. Soon, my love, soon." His reassuring and comforting words make me toughen up and wipe away the tears.

"Okay, I'm gonna hang up now, before I become even more of a mess – I love you – sleep well!" I say and make kissing noises.

"Love you too, Darlin' – sleep tight, and we can talk again tomorrow. I'm going to the beach with the guys to catch some waves, but I'll bring my phone and we can text - how about if I call you when we're done with surfing?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Hanging up now. Talk to you later." With that I hang up the phone, not wanting to get into a game of 'I'll hang up, no you hang up' with him now. I'm emotionally drained after these couple of weeks and I know I'll break down completely if I didn't. The little phone-sex dirty talk session helped though – I'm not as high strung anymore, and just talking to him eased the longing remotely.

I changed into my pajamas – a very unsexy, but very comfortable, dark blue flannel set with stars and moons on it – and my thick chenille socks, settling on the bed with my laptop to answer emails from friends and my parents. And not least to wait for Beck and Benji to return.

I wake up with a start at the sound of a key in the door and Beck's giggling. I must have fallen asleep on my computer, because my forehead has distinct marks from the keyboard and the email I was writing has a whole page of feoierlkxc,ksdjfhgd on it. Quickly, I wipe the drool off my chin, before they come in – there's nothing as unattractive as sleep-drooling. The door bursts open and Beck comes almost flying in, dragging Benji by his hand – she's smiling so broadly that I'm afraid her face will split and so is he. They look so happy. They look like me and Jasper. I guess this turned out great for Beck, at least so far – there's no doubt that they're two people in love!

"Oh hi, Bella! Did we wake you? I'm sorry – we didn't mean to bother you." Beck says with her radiant smile and a high pitch to her voice.

"It's okay – I must have fallen asleep on the computer. At least there's some mysterious writing on the screen that I don't remember typing!" I say with a laugh, "did you guys have fun?"

"Now you say it, I'm sure I can make out some backwards letters in your sleep creases!" Benji points out a few square markings on my face with his broad, happy smile lighting up his face. He is the kind of guy that can make anybody in a good mood – he is infectious. I bet Jazz and he would get along great – also with them being musicians and all. "And yes, I enjoyed the company of this lovely little lady tremendously." He says, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles while looking deeply into her eyes. Aaaaw, they are so freaking cute together! I am so happy for them and after this wonderful night with a wonderful phone call, I am freakishly content. The only thing missing is the arms of my man – and that's only a week away. I can survive that! Six more nights, and I'll be on that plane for San Diego, on my way to the man of my dreams.

Benji tells me goodnight and drags Beck outside the door – I'm sure for a proper good night kiss without an audience – and I turn my computer off and settle under the covers properly. After a few moments, she comes in and jumps on my bed, effectively straddling me. She bounces up and down and let out a gigantic squeal. "Bella, he's fucking perfect! I really, really like him! I think he might be the one, Bella! He is sooooo sweet and the perfect gentleman – except when it's time to not be a gentleman, if you know what I mean?" the last part she finishes with a wink. I know perfectly what she means – he sounds like a really good guy; a guy in the same category as Jasper and Edward.

"Oh, Beck, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it more than anyone – and he seemed like a good guy to me too. I won't ask if you had a good time, that much is obvious, but what did you do? Where did you go? Let me have all the details." Beck climbs off me and starts to pull off her clothes and change into her pajamas, while re-telling the night's events. She continues to yammer away while settling in her own bed and her excited voice lulls me off to sleep. I sleep happily, knowing that the people I care about are happy too.

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