Penname: Alsper
Notes/Warings/Rating:M-ish? just to be safe.
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Word Prompt: Champagne

I knew it was wrong to sneak into Uncle Wayne's wine cellar and grab the pretty bottle of Champagne I saw earlier, but come on, I was fourteen and they left me and Jasper completely alone for the night while they went to some weird fund raiser thing. Edward and Rosalie already went out, Edward said they were gonna go swimming, but I knew that was code for something because Rosalie was acting like she was hiding something.

I'd get that out of her later. I promised myself.

So now there was nothing to do but hang out with Jasper, Rosalie's older good looking brother, who was the same age as me. I always felt closer to Rosalie though, maybe it was that whole younger sister thing or maybe it had something to do with the fact that our mother's used to call Jasper my "little boyfriend" back in the day. It made me feel like there was some expectation like the son of Wayne Whitlock and the adopted french daughter of Carlisle Cullen were supposed to get married.

And to be perfectly honest, I was half wondering until recently that I might be broken or defective in that department because while I found both boys and girls cute, I was never really attracted to anyone. Not in that oh la la, sort of way.

That was until this year, and suddenly every cute boy I see I wanted to kiss. Or I want him to kiss me, or touch me, or something. And then we come down to my dad's best friend's house, like I do just about every summer, and went swimming with my brother, Rosalie and Jasper.

Now, I've learned about puberty from the health classes I have taken since fourth grade, but I honestly didn't expect another fourteen year old to look like Jasper did. I practically drooled all over myself when I saw him, he was built lean but muscular like a surfer and he was tanned like a true beach rat. Holy crap puberty did really good things to Jasper.

It's been a week since that day and I can't help but feel a little nervous whenever I'm around him. When we were younger Jasper would follow me around, give me flowers or whatever else I wanted, but now it seemed like he had grown out of his little infatuation, a fact which previously would've made me happy but now only made me rather sad.

He seemed like he had become completely comfortable around me, barely tossing a smile in my direction every now and then and I swear he only asked if I wanted to go places with him and his friends to be polite.

I carried the bottle up the stairs and remembering how my parents had done it on numerous occasions, uncorked the bottle and poured some of the frothy, bubbling alcohol into glasses that his parents kept for special occasions and tossed blueberries in to make them look like the cool mixed drinks I always saw on TV.

I picked up the glasses and walked out towards the family room, where I could hear Jasper playing a video game.

"Hey Jazz, wanna drink with me?" I asked once I got to the side of the couch.

He paused the game and looked at the glasses before looking at me. "What is that?"

"Champagne," I responded with a 'duh,' look on my face.

He wrinkled his nose and shrugged. "Sure. What are we drinking to?"

I handed him the glass before shrugging as well. "I dunno, we're fourteen, our parents left dear, dear Edwardo in charge but instead he took your babe of a younger sister to...Well, I'm not sure where." I laughed. "We're alone!"

He smiled and turned his game off. "Alright... Well, I've seen mom and dad toast when they drink this stuff... so a toast to us?"

"Sure," I laughed before I clinked my glass with his and downed the entire glass in one gulp, the bubbles tickling my throat on the way down.

About an hour later, we had finished the entire bottle, I felt disoriented, happy and very, very relaxed. "I think I'm drunk." I said between giggles.

Jasper nodded. "No you're not, cause that would mean I am too," he laughed.

"I think you are, Jazzy," I teased, leaning against him. Dear lord, he smelled good.

"Nah, I don't think I am," he denied tapping his finger to my nose. "See I can still reach your nose fine."

"It's your nose you have to touch," I giggled out.

He scoffed and smiled at me. "I'd rather kiss you then touch my nose. I bet your kisses are sweet."

"I've never kissed anyone so I wouldn't know," I laughed, smiling and feeling very hot at the same time.

His tongue darted out, slowly running across his bottom lip. "Then see, you should kiss me. Practice makes perfect..."

I shook my head, "You have to kiss me cause I'm the girl." I giggled again.

He cupped my face, giggling slightly as he leaned closer. "No biting me," he warned. I giggled again.

"I promise."

"Kay," he said softly, his breath fanning my face as he got closer. "Cause that would suck," he added before pressing his lips to mine. My eyes fluttered shut just as his tongue darted between my slightly opened lips. He tasted like blueberries and champagne and well... saliva. Not bad though. I pulled away when I felt uncomfortable from how hot it was in the room.

"Is it hot to you?" I asked as I pulled my tee-shirt up and off my head. He nodded wordlessly as his eyes moved from my face to my chest and back up. "You're wearing a hoodie!" I giggled.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled, quickly pulling it and his shirt up over his head. "Better?"

"Your body is sick," I whispered as I ran my fingers up his abs before leaning forward and leaving a few wet kisses on them. I looked up and saw his head lulled back on the couch. I straddled his lap - which was a feat for me because my body didn't want to move the way I wanted it to - and kissed his neck softly. "You okay?"

"Uh huh," he responded in a deeper voice than I've ever heard him use before.

"Touch me," I pleaded in a whisper because there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than his hands on me.

He placed one hand high on my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast. "Like that?" he asked. I buried my face in his neck and nodded, it felt good, really good, to have him touching me.

He moved us so I was laying flat on my back with hovering me. He smiled down at me before kissing me again. His touches became more daring as he cupped and squeezed my boob through my bra. I pushed him up and smirked as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, suddenly feeling very sexy.

Jasper leaned back down, this time running the tip of his tongue along the top of my newly exposed skin, before moving to trace a circle around my nipple. "That feels good," I half moaned out. That must have spurred him on because suddenly he had it in his mouth. Jasper definitely knew what he was doing, of course he did. He's hot! My own thoughts amended.

My hips bucked up of their own accord, some automatic response to the way he tugged on my nipple.

His other hand moved to my waist as he moved to look up at me. "Can I touch you lower?" he asked, I nodded furiously. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth as his hand slid under the waistband of my shorts where rubbed me through my panties.

I wanted to touch him too, and feeling a bit bold, I reached down and groped blindly for him, coming into contact with something lumpy in his jeans and squeezed. He moaned into my mouth and I giggled.

"Take off your pants," I purred, not sounding like myself at all.

He pulled away far enough to look at me. "You gotta strip too baby," he said with a smirk.

"Fine," I chirped back. It was hot as hell anyway. I moved so I was sitting on my knees on the couch and pulled down my shorts and panties in one fail swoop.

He followed suite, keeping his eyes on mine as he undid his jeans. "Boxers too?" he asked. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from giggling again as I nodded. He stood up, removing both of his remaining articles of clothing before joining me on the couch.

"We're naked," I mused, giggling again as I took in the sight of Jasper fully nude. The hair that trailed down from his belly button only slightly darker than the hair on his head. "Wow, you're big." I said out loud when I finally noticed his thingy. Unfortunately the only other one I had ever seen was in a textbook diagram.

"Uh... thanks?" he responded, his neck and ears turning red.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, looking back up into his eyes. They looked really pretty, but bloodshot. He nodded, so I reached out and wrapped my hand around as much of it as I could. "It feels cool."

He cleared his throat before talking. "It'll warm up if you stroke it."

I laughed and moved my hand up and down, "No I meant, I've never felt anything like it."

"Oh," was the only thing he could say and that even seemed to cause him trouble.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, moving a little closer to him.

"Yes," he answered through clenched teeth, like it was hurting him so I pulled my hand away. "What's wrong?" he asked looking at me.

"It seemed like I was hurting you," I shrugged, feeling a little disoriented again.

He shook his head. "Complete opposite of pain... trust me," he gave me a small smile.

"Oh." I replied lamely. "So... you want me to keep doing it? Want me to do something else?" I asked playfully, bumping up against his arm with my chest.

"Yeah actually... lay back," he nodded his head in the direction behind me. I did as he asked, looking at him slightly confused. He moved us so we were in the position we were in before stripping down. "Just do what ever feels natural to you kay?" he asked as he placed his hand on my thigh.

I nodded, "Kay."

I pulled the blanket up over my head and tried my hardest to block out all sound. My entire body seemed to be aching from my headache. Why did everything hurt so much? I licked my dry and chapped lips and they tasted salty and stale.

"Ali... we gotta get up," Jasper groaned from besides me.

"It hurts," I whined, trying to somehow move myself closer to him without hurting. "What did we do last night?"

"I remember... kissing? Lots of kissing... I think."

I closed my eyes and flashes of light passed through as the scent of him washed over me. Musky and masculine, I began remembering bits and pieces. "Oh, mon Dieu!" We hadn't? Had we? I whimpered a little as the pain from my own yell pierced my head. "I... I... I sucked you..."

He nodded as he chewed his lip. "Yeah..."

"And... And... Oh, mon Dieu! You licked my vagin... I mean... vagina..." I felt my face grow hot as all the sleepiness I had melted away under my shock and pain.

He sat up and rested on the side of the bed as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was just so, so sexy like that. "Yeah, I did... If Rose and Ed hadn't have come home..."

"If they hadn't come home what?" I asked.

"We almost had sex Ali," he said softly. I felt my heart stutter and I couldn't help the gasp I let out before the giggle.

"And here I thought you didn't like me anymore."

He turned to look at me, giving me a small smile. "I never stopped."

End note: These two are not really related, Carlisle and Wayne are best friends from childhood... lol yes and that is the same Jasper from a previous chapter ;) reviews = love