Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns it all.
Rated M for several reasons. You all know which ones, this would be lemon . . .
Chpt 1 At Last
BPOV
'I'm still pissed at you." I mouth at Jasper as Pete takes my arm an' the church doors open.
My mate inclines his head slightly an' smirks.
God he's beautiful. Poised at the end of the aisle in a dark grey suit with a light sliver pin stripe, crisp white shirt open at the throat. Hair all mussed up, just the way I like it.
The sun is blazing around the white painted chapel an' the wedding party are glittering for all they are worth. Really, the flowers an' garlands Char insisted on are quite unnecessary.
Behind me one of the Guard, my sister, whatever, shakes out the heavy train of my ivory silk dress. Elise, I think her name is.
"When you are ready Mistress." She whispers.
'I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.' I mouth at Jasper.
'I love you.' He lips syncs back, projecting lust that has the whole congregation twitching an' the bride ramming her thighs together.
Cheat.
"After the ceremony Bella." Pete growls, holding my arm a little tighter as I almost surge forwards.
Behind my bonded mate Carlisle raises a perfect blonde eyebrow an' I smile in response. The last week has been intense for a number of reasons but one of the outcomes was Carlisle offering to perform our wedding service.
Even more surprising was Rosalie, who strikes up the wedding march on the old church piano.
Agonisingly slowly we start down the aisle.
JPOV
Fuck. She's beautiful, that dress clings to her curves like a glove. I can't believe she's mine. She's so fuckin' perfect. Oh god, I love her so much. I'll kill anyone who tries to take her away from me. My heart, my body are hers, I am nothing without her. She is my soul.
BPOV
"Dearly beloved." Carlisle begins. "We have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony. The bond and covenant of marriage was established by God in creation, and our Lord Jesus Christ adorned this manner of life by His presence and first miracle at the wedding in Cana of Galilee. It signifies to us the mystery of the union between Christ and His Church, and Holy Scripture commends it to be honoured among all people.
The union of husband and wife is intended by God for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given each other in prosperity and adversity. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God.
Into this union Bella and Jasper now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully wed, speak now, or else forever hold your peace."
Or be inconveniently crushed. It matters little to me.
"I charge you both, here in the presence of God and the witness of this company, that if either of you know any reason why you may not be married lawfully and in accordance with God's Word, do now confess it."
Jasper gives me heart breaking smile.
"Bella, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together with him in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto him as long as you both shall live?"
"I will."
"Jasper, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honour and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live?"
"I will."
"Will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in their marriage?"
"We will." Nice, well trained, Guard, family, whatever.
"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"
"She gives herself, with the blessing of her sister and brother." Pete says with a cheeky wink.
"In the name of God." Jasper takes my hand. "I, Jasper Nathaniel Whitlock, take you, Isabella Marie Swan, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow."
"In the name of God, I, Isabella Marie Swan, take you, Jasper Nathaniel Whitlock, to be my husband, to have and to hold form this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow."
Carlisle takes the rings from Char, who is standing as Jasper's best man.
Jasper places the simple gold band on the left ring-finger of my hand, stroking my palm with his thumb.
"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honour you, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Slowly I slide another simple band onto the left ring-finger of Jasper's hand.
"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honour you, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Carlisle takes our hands, placing my small one in Jasper's huge paw.
"Now that Bella and Jasper have given themselves to each other by solemn vows, with the joining of hands and the giving and receiving of rings, I pronounce that they are husband and wife, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Those whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder."
"Amen." The vampires murmur.
"Bella and Jasper, having witnessed your vows of love to one another, it is my joy to present you to all gathered here as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
"That's enough J." Char hisses as Jasper lifts me off my feet, clamping his lips to mine an' I struggle against my heavy dress to wrap my legs around his waist.
Laughing he puts me down an' allows Elise to re-arrange my train.
"Master." The wedding party proclaim, dropping to their knees.
"I want you to know that I love you." I growl into his ear. "No matter what, no matter how badly I behave, I love you."
"I know that darlin'." He whispers. "An' I'm sorry."
"Not yet you're not." I vow. "If you were a murderer you'd be out on parole before I let you off this hook."
"You can hang me on a hook anytime darlin'." He responds, waggling his eyebrows.
"You're such a perv!" I huff.
"An' you love it." He murmurs burying his head in the crook of my neck. "I love you too."
After a while he sighs. "My beautiful wife, it's time for us to go, the family are gettin' restless."
Taking my hand he leads me back down the aisle an' out into the sunshine.
My new family is good for something at least, clearing out the area around this perfect little chapel so Jasper an' I can get married in peace.
Grinning broadly he leads me over to one of the picnic tables in the meadow beside the church. Settling on the bench he pulls me into his lap, my legs resting between his, an' we watch the wedding party leave. Last out, a smirking Pete carefully closes the chapel doors an' darts off into the trees.
"Mrs Whitlock." Jasper whispers as the last of their footfalls dies away. "You have finally made me the happiest man alive."
"Or dead." He reconsiders after a moment.
I lean back against him an' look up at the bright blue sky.
Softly his hands glide along my shoulders, long fingers stroking my collar bones, thumbs massaging my trapezius muscles.
After a few minutes of this my head lolls to the side an' he lowers his lips to his scar on my neck, moving them gently against my skin.
"I love you." He murmurs as his hands slide down my chest an' under the bodice of my dress, gently caressing my already hard nipples.
With a little moan I arch my back against him, pressing myself into his big hands.
Growling he lifts me up an' spins me around to lie on the picnic table.
Comically he flails his arms at the many layers under my skirt until he's managed to fluff them all up.
"What is this?" He demands. "A chastity belt?"
"I thought you'd be a dab hand at petticoats." I tease.
"Oh darlin'." He drawls. "Not in the way you think."
With a deft flick of his wrist he rips away Char's magic seven layers, letting them float away on the breeze to become entangled in a nearby tree.
With a triumphant grin he disappears under the heavy skirt of my dress to emerge a few seconds later with my blue garter trapped between his gleaming teeth. Smirking he crawls up my body, finally rubbing the frilly fabric sensuously against my lips, his nose gliding lightly against mine. With a growl I snatch it from him, the silk fibres scratching against my tongue.
Chuckling he makes his way slowly back down my body, pausing to nip at the fabric of my dress on the way.
He burrows back under my skirt, licking his way up my silk stocking clad thigh an' then sucking at the flesh of my inner thigh before ripping the stocking away with his teeth an' escaping to wind up my overheated body again.
I spit the garter away an' he uses his tongue to poke the stocking into my mouth before working his way down an' under to retrieve the other one. This time he presses his nose to my panties, inhaling deeply an' drawing a gasp from me.
With two stockings in my mouth I can only grunt softly as he dives back under my skirt an' licks and nips at my inner thighs. Frustrated, as I can't even twist my hands in his hair, I grip the edge of the picnic table, distracting myself by mentally checking the amount of force to use without breaking the wood.
Suddenly Jasper pulls my legs apart an' buries his nose in the moist heat between my thighs. I break the table an' whimper pathetically around my silk gag.
With his teeth he pulls away my panties, plunging his tongue inside me an' moving his roving hands to pin my hips to the table. Purposefully he begins to stroke his tongue back an' forth inside the folds of my skin. Pausing only to swirl it firmly around my clit an' thrust it inside me. Hips an' legs effectively pinned the only outlets for the sensations building rapidly inside me are the desperate arching of my back, my stocking muffled cries an' the rough wood of the picnic table in my hands.
Sensing my approaching orgasm from the rigidity of my muscles an' the taste on his lips Jasper focuses his tongue on my burning clit an' slides three fingers inside me, pumping an' curling them in sync with his lapping.
My hands clench. Snap. Oh shit, I'm gonna run out of picnic table.
Jasper's ministrations drive my back higher an' higher until the fire explodes within me an' I cum with so much force that my scream pops one of the stockings out of my mouth an' into the air like a shuttlecock.
"You're laughin'?" He growls, his words vibrating against my electrified skin, long fingers still moving gently inside me.
"No." I gasp, body still trembling.
"Good." With another growl he starts working his tongue across my highly sensitised flesh again, fingers moving almost roughly in time.
The sensory overload is too much an' instinctively I try to squirm away from him but he just tightens his grip an' crooks his thrusting fingers to hit my favourite spot, nipping at my nub with his razor sharp teeth.
"Fuck. Jasper." I cry, spitting out the last stocking as another orgasm explodes on the tremors of the last.
As I lay there panting a beautiful golden head appears over the top of my skirt.
"Mm. I love the way you taste darlin'." He smirks. Licking his lips he climbs slowly back up my body to capture my lips an' own my willing mouth. The kiss is deep an' passionate, pulling at my lady parts an' spreading the warmth all over my body as his hands tangle in my hair, fastening me to him.
I run my fingers lightly over every part of him I can reach, enjoying the feeling of the silk material moving over his solid muscles.
Still kissing me he arches away from me an' quickly divests himself of his clothing before pressing me back down onto the table an' twisting his hands back into my hair as he deepens the kiss. Every cell in my body is on fire with need.
He lifts me up, still kissing me hard, an' once again I try unsuccessfully to wrap my legs around him in my heavy skirt. As he tries to assist me he stumbles around for a moment before giving up an' falling back onto the grass with me sprawled on top of him. Never breaking the kiss.
I writhe against him, feeling his solid erection rub against my stomach.
Reluctantly I pull back, releasing his hair an' sitting up so I can use my hands to guide him inside me.
I lower myself down, slowly, savouring the feeling on him stretching an' filling me one glorious inch at a time.
He closes his eyes briefly with pleasure an' then opens them again, staring silently into mine.
Enjoying the feeling of our bodies joined I raise an' lower myself on him, gently rocking my hips, fascinated by the play of expressions on his face an' his occasional gasps an' moans.
As I gradually increase my pace his hands slide up inside my dress, instinctively wrapping around my hips, shadowing my movements, thumbs rubbing along my hipbones.
I push myself down on him, grinding my hips an' with a groan his eyes close an' his head falls back, hands tightening on my hips, urging me to repeat the movement.
Looking into my eyes again his hips starting rising to meet mine, his grasping hands pulling me down onto him with more force. His lips are parted now, shuddering breaths escaping as the pace inexorably picks up.
"I need to see." He groans, suddenly ripping the skirt from my dress before returning his hands to my hips, eyes locked on the sight of himself sliding in and out of me.
Little by little his body takes charge, as he begins to set the pace with his hands an' hips the intensity of the feelings coursing through me increases. Dropping forwards slightly I rake my fingernails across his hard chest, toying with his nipples.
Growling he adjusts the angle of our hips slightly, until suddenly he is even deeper inside me. Instinctively I sit up again, head thrown back, fingertips resting lightly on his abdomen.
"Bella." He moans, movements becoming rougher an' more erratic. "Oh god, Bella."
His breathless moans go straight to my center, my walls tighten around him, drawing taut all the muscles in my body.
"Bella." I feel him swell inside me as his own body tightens, muscles twitching.
Heat flashes across my skin as I begin to cum, pulled apart by the intense pleasure he's giving me an' the sight and sound of him coming undone beneath me.
"Oh god, Bella, fuck, ungh . . . ." With a long drawn out cry he thrusts into me frantically, his cock convulsing as he releases inside me, the friction with my clenching walls sending me screaming into fiery, boneless, oblivion.
"JASPER!"
I collapse on top of him an' he wraps his arms around me tightly as his movements gradually slow an' stop, bringing us both down gently.
We lay together, bodies warmed by the Virginia sun. Not feeling the need to speak or doing anything except be.
Eventually he stirs.
"That would be One, Mrs Whitlock." He sighs contentedly.
"You're resettin' the count?" I murmur into his throat.
"Of course." Low dirty chuckle. "This time I have a target to aim for an' I do so like havin' somethin' to aim for. Speakin' of which, say bye bye to the bodice of that dress my wife, I believe I have been neglectin' your magnificent breasts."
"Oooh . . . . Aah . . . . Ungh." Goodbye coherent thought. Hello husband.
Sometime later, Jasper reaches under the table an' retrieves a rucksack with a note pinned to it. Laughing he hands it to me.
'Dear Mom and Dad,
Please find enclosed all the things we know you will need after consummating your marriage.
Love
Peter and Charlotte
Panties an' a bra.
Two pairs of jeans.
Two white t-shirts, his an' hers.
Cowboy boots an' a pair of sneakers.
Watch.
Marriage license.
Cash for damages.
Massive tub of KY jelly. (Char thinks this one might be too late but I can't be expected to think of everything).
P.S. Please don't come home till J stops projecting.
P.P.S. Evensong is at 17.30.
P.P.P.S If J's quick you should just about make it.'
"Shit." Jasper growls. "It's half past five."