Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!

Camilla POV

October 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

"Sorry about that," I apologised, sheepishly, as I pushed my phone back into my clutch then fastened the latch, and chewed on my lower lip, somewhat eager to hear what he had to say for himself. Jasper sat up, radiating a calmness that I found myself feeding off of, and he tilted his head to the side then patted the space beside him on the bed. I wanted to nuzzle in close to his chest and throw my leg over his waist, just to get comfy, and snuggle into his warmth, yet I hesitated. I asked, "Are you sure this is a smart idea?"

He stared at me, the swirling topaz of his eyes sharp and intelligent, as always. There was an intensity in his expression that I couldn't ever understand. How could someone so young feel so much at any one time? There were always so many emotions flittering across his face, it made me dizzy sometimes. Plus, he was really fucking pretty. I mean, that defined jaw line and the sharp panes of his chest made my insides all warm and gooey. And when his accent intertwined with some of his words, when he was angry or passionate about something. Can anyone say God damn. He stared at me, blankly, for a moment, as if he were mulling over something particularly difficult in his brain, then he reiterated, his tone firm, "C'mere, Cam," his brow quirked, acerbically, and I could almost hear him saying 'Are you going to keep me waiting?' all sarcastic and charming. Stupid guy.

Shuffling over towards his bed, the only sound that through the still air between us was the echoing of my heels as they clicked on the laminated floor. As softly as I could, I sat down, sinking into the gloriously comfortable mattress, my feet still on the floor, and my body angled away from him with my back facing him, yet my head was tilted to the side, so he knew that I was still listening. He sighed, the sound making him sound many years older than he actually was, and apologised, wearily, "I'm sorry about that.. I couldn't help it."

Conspicuously, I shivered in delight at the throaty tone of his voice, filled with a blistering passion and a promise of more to come, and I had to take a second before my brain could string a coherent sentence together without sounding like a complete idiot. Shaking my head, slightly, I insisted, wretchedly, "That's no excuse.. I shouldn't have let you.. I'm not a home-wrecker, that's not me."

And it wasn't. I couldn't even think of being in love with someone, and then finding out that they were cheating on me with someone else that they had only known for a few months. It would break me in half, so I could empathise with his girlfriend, and I knew that this had to end. I was the shiny new toy, and I needed to put an end to it, for my own sake, rather than his. He was with the pretty blonde. I couldn't step in on that. I may want him, badly, but I wasn't going to do that to someone else because if I were in that situation, I know how shitty I would feel, coming out the back end of it.

"N-No.. You've got it wrong," he said, seriously, his brow furrowing in frustration and placed his large hand in between my shoulder blades, turning me around a little. He placed a crooked finger beneath my chin, and tilted my chin so I was looking into his eyes, shining with passion. He beseeched, "Irina is just a family friend."

So that was her name. Irina. She always did give me that Eastern European actress-slash-model mystique, so her name matched that aesthetic. I was being awfully stereotypical when I thought this, but her pale blonde hair and her sharp features only further convinced me that she was, at least, of foreign descent. She was exotic; her glare as warm as a bed of liquid nitrogen and her lips quirked in a permanent scowl-like twist. It worked for her, to strike fear into the hearts of women and to make many a dick rise with a simple bat of her lids. She was a powerful lady, one that I wouldn't want to fuck with, not that I was afraid of her, but I was more worried about the drama that she could potentially bring for me and my brother.

Grimacing, slightly, I asked, not accusingly but my eyes pleading with him to tell me the truth, "But you two had sex tonight, though, right? If that's not a relationship, then I don't know what is, Jasper."

He sighed in response, running his fingers through his hair, pushing the bangs from his eyes, and he pouted, as if he couldn't find the words to express himself. I nodded, pointedly, and challenged "Exactly. God, I shouldn't be here."

I went to stand, then, however, he shuffled down the bed, at a lightning-fast speed, so he was right beside me, and he turned my shoulders, so I was chest to chest with him and glancing up into his eyes. He knitted his fingers with me own, as soft as anything I had ever experienced, and he promised, "We ain't together, sugar. It's jus' somethin' that happened, and kept on happenin'. It's kinda casual, I guess."

My lip curled in distaste as I levelled him with a dispassionate stare, and I confessed, uncomfortably, "That's not exactly stackin' anything on your side, Jasper. What am I supposed to do? Jus' let you fuck me, and get it over with? What about me? What about her? Do you even know how she feels about you? Please, don't lie and say you cant see she cares for you.. It's obvious."

And it wasn't like I was lying either. All night, she was making love-y dove-y faces at him, hoping he would glance her way. I could see the adoration in her eyes, and it made me sick. He kissed me, and she was in love with him. What did that make me? A slut? Was I.. Was I turning into one of those girls, now? He tapped my nose with the crook of his index finger and admonished, soothingly, "Stop. You're gonna drive yourself crazy. Irina an' I both know about our.. Arrangement. It's mutual. And as for you? I.." he frowned, "There's somethin' about you that I cant shake."

With a soft tilt to my head, I questioned, confused, "What do you mean?"

I didn't understand what he was talking about.

He sighed, then glanced around the room, focusing on anything but my eyes, "You're.. You're always there, in the back of my head. Your voice in everythin' I do, and it was makin' my head hurt. Ever since I seen you… You're all I can see. I thought about jus', you know, goin' for it… Tryin' to fuck you, and get you 'outta my system' but… Uh, that ain't never worked out right. You're better than that. Better than me. I want you… So bad, but I'm not a good guy. I wanna keep you safe, but I'm selfish."

He sucked in a sharp intake of breath, and his thumb brushed against my bottom lip, his eyes lowering and darkening fractionally, as he breathed, "Don't do that.. You'll get yourself in trouble wit' that."

A cleft appeared between my brow as I queried, curiously, "What are you talkin' about?"

He bumped our foreheads together, and said, "You bite your lip when you're nervous, an' every time you do, I wanna kiss you."

Blushing, deeply, I averted my eyes, and without realising it, I had turned my body to face him, my knees bent and my heels having been abandoned on the floor. One of his hands rested on my waist, the other on the side of my neck, and he pulled me forward, pressing a chaste kiss, again, onto my lips. He groaned, a soft haze taking over his usually sharp stare before his eyes closed, "You're killin' me here.."

Half-smiling, I lilted, teasingly, "Sorry," with a triumphant gleam in my steely grey eyes. He met my challenge with another kiss, and another one, and another. His fingers worked through my hair, and mine knitted in the short curls behind his ear. I tightened my hold on the crewneck of his shirt, and his hand fell to my waist, and our chests were pressed together. He chuckled against my lips, and when I opened my eyes, his were open, also.

"What?"

He shook his head, and replied, as if it were nothing at all, "Nothin'. You're jus' kinda cute, that's all."

I opened my mouth to retort, something witty or cute or whatever, but he pressed a quick kiss to my nose, then my right cheek. Then the corner of my lips, and then we were making out. I was pulled down onto the bed, so he was laying on his back and I was on top of him. Well, not straddling him, but we were close enough for me to smell his heady cologne. His fingers trailed the length of my spine, back and forth, then cupped the swell of my ass in both of his hands, and I was pressed against the hardness in between his legs. I didn't understand why, but a sudden rush of heat accosted my insides, and I knew that I was getting turned on, and I probably should have ducked out, but I didn't have it in me. He was so hard, both his body and his… well, you know, and I wanted to do more, but the thought of him being with me sexually made my skin crawl. I kept seeing his face flash behind my eyes, and I think he could tell, because his hands retracted from my ass, and moved into safer territory - around my mid-section. Because of the cut-outs of my dress, his fingers were playing with my bare skin, and I felt the tingles from my scalp to the tips of my toes.

"It's gettin' late," he commented, out of the blue. "The party's over now, and people are leavin'."

Tilting my head to the side, I asked, glancing away towards the door, "How can you tell?"

I wondered, idly, how long we had been up here, and if anyone would have anything to say about it when we went back to school, and found that I didn't much care. He replied, almost distractedly, like he was here, but not really here, "The music.. It's stopped, and Ali wouldn't allow it, unless everyone had left. Do you wanna get ready to go home?"

He was still so close, his breath fanning my face in cool minty waves, and I said, distractedly, my eyes focused on his pink lips, "No.. I think I'll stick around."

He laughed, slightly, and swooped down once more, capturing my mouth with his own. He froze then, momentarily, and asked, "Are you and that Danny kid together?"

Shaking my head, I clenched my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, running my fingers through them, over and over again, my grey eyes steeling at his accusation. My tone was pointed, as I replied, "No."

He pursed his lips, and used some kind of super-secret-animal-strength to pull me from my spot on the bed, and made me straddle his lap, his hands settling on my hips, and cupping my butt, cheekily, and said, "Good."

-0-

After spending an ample amount of time getting to 'know' one another a little better, and no, I don't mean sex, you heathens. We talked a lot, about everything and nothing at the same time, and cuddled. There was a lot of cuddling, and eventually, I shuffled out of Jasper's bedroom, and back into the living room, finding an intoxicated Clyde sharing spit with his girlfriend, easily pinching his keys from his jacket pocket, and went to retrieve our bags from the backseat of his car. There was a puddle of puke by the front right wheel, some of it catching on the car itself, and I knew that Clyde would be murderous once he was more.. You know, sober. I picked up his bag, along with mine, and fished out the condoms that were in the supposedly 'secret' pocket.

Oh no.

Not for me.

For him.

Clyde was a little messy when he was drunk, I knew that he wasn't always in the right mind frame when he got down to business, because, come on, when it comes to sex, Clyde isn't the most innovative thinker - and I didn't want him to regret somethin' he did on a drunken night out. After returning the keys to him, I slipped the rubber in the pocket along with it, and winked at him as I walked away, with a smirk on my face. I dropped his bag on the unkempt sofa, and skipped up to the bathroom on the second floor. I knew that I would have to sleep in the spare room, on that level, which was home to Carlisle, Esme, Alice's rooms. Each bedroom had their own en suite bathroom, so I didn't have to worry about running into their father, half-naked.

"Where are you goin', Darlin'?" Jasper's voice floated through the corridor, and I turned to look at him, my hand on the knob of the door, and said, "I'm goin' into the spare room. Alice told me this was where I was gonna sleep, right?"

He smirked, crookedly, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight, "I wouldn't sleep on this floor, if I were you."

My brow quirked, and I felt him chuckle, humor shining in his pretty eyes, "I don't mean to be crass, sugar, but your brother and Ali.. They're gonna be knockin' boots tonight, and I don't think you'll wanna hear it."

Throughout his statement, I felt my skin pale and take upon a slightly green undertone. Biting my lip, I asked, "Where am I supposed to go? Sleep in the yard?"

He shrugged, and said, shoving his hands in his pockets, deeply, "You.. You could come upstairs wit' me?"

"Excuse me?" my eyes widened, in shock. I growled, my eyes narrowing in accusation, "I'm not sleepin' wit' you, Jasper."

Is that what he thought of me? His eyes bugged out of his skull, and he stepped forward, his hands up, and he stammered, "N-NO.. That's not what I was talkin' 'bout, Darlin'. I didn't mean fuckin', I can crash wit' Peter and Char, you can get my bed, I'm good."

Rubbing the back of my neck, I replied, "Oh.. I don't mind.. I'll sleep on the sofa, I'll be fine."

He frowned, deeply, and reached for my hand, and tugged me to follow him, "No.. That's not happenin', sweet thang. I might be an asshole, but I ain't heartless."

"I need to shower, I smell like alcohol and bad decisions."

He chuckled, not taking any offence to my statement, and he commented, "Sure.. I've got a shower upstairs."

"You do? I didn't see it."

He smirked, "I was too busy kissin' you.. That's why, Darlin'."

And I blushed in response, of course. He led me into his bedroom, and now that the sky outside was lighting up, leisurely, I could see the actual features of his bedroom and it was.. Entirely Jasper. It was of the bare-minimum, a squared, low, comfy bed, with a dark timber headboard and frame, the floor being made up of a lighter laminated wood. There was a sturdy desk beneath the sky-line window, which was opposite the bed, and was cleared of all clutter. A chest of drawers beneath the bay windows facing the back yard, the walls being painted a dull khaki, giving the room a more rugged, rough atmosphere. He had a closet, a rug beneath the bed, and a bookcase covered with rough, aged books, and besides it, a wooden door was placed, leading into a bathroom; gleaming, glaringly white, a sink beneath a mirror and a chrome shower and ceramic toilet.

Like I said, bare minimum.

No pictures, no candles, no DVDs, not even a TV in sight, and that fact made me even more attracted to Jasper.. If that was at all possible.

"Jump in, I'll be outside," he had said, before leaving his own bedroom, to probably sleep somewhere uncomfortable and horrid, because my situation would have been awkward. Switching on his shower, I slipped in, quickly, after I undressed and the spray stopped fluctuating, and lathered the fresh soap in between my hands, and rubbed it all over my body, watching as the bubbles drained away.

Once I was finished, I stepped out of the bathroom, and drying my body off, with the towel that he had given to me - it wasn't like it smelt like him or anything. Nope, not at all - and slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, along with a pair of cotton shorts and a white vest. Taking out the braid in my hair, I combed through the strands with the comb in my hands, feeling it become softer and easier to manipulate. Quickly, I threw it up in a high pony, and, regretfully, I wiped away the makeup that was smeared across my face. Feeling significantly more fresh-faced and content, I slid back into Jasper's bedroom, and threw my bag on the chair beneath his desk, completely ignorant to everything around me.

"Sugar," Peter's voice echoed through the room, chuckling, and making me jump out of my skin, and clench my hands over my heart, and shouted, "Peter! C'mon, don't do that!"

He laughed, and said, "Sorry, sugar, I couldn't help it, you don't pay much attention to your surroundings, do you?," a sarcastic quirk in his brow, and a grin on his face.

"You feelin' better, sweet thang?," he asked, stepping into the bedroom further, and sat down on Jasper's bed, calmly. I replied, playing with the ends of my hair, and said, "Yeah.. I'm good now.. I was a little.. Well yeah, I was fucked earlier, and I probably shouldn't have been."

He pursed his lips, "Yes. You were, and you ain't ever to do it again, sugar. Promise me," he commanded, assertively, and I nodded my head in response.

"Jasper's roomin' wit' us tonight," he said, grumpily, into the silence of the room, and I laughed at his petulant expression.

"Is he cock-blockin' you, Pete-y?" I questioned, with a loud, teasing laugh, and he glared, harshly at me, almost quieting my noises. He asked - read begged -, "Please, sugar, let him stay up here. Char an' I.. We wanna cuddle a little tonight, an' it'll be weird if Jazz is there."

I laughed, louder this time, and I pursed my lips, faux-thoughtfully, "What'll I get if I do?"

He frowned, deeply, not in distaste but in surprise, and observed, coolly, "You're heartless, you know that, sugar?"

With a small shrug of my shoulders, I answered, shortly, "I know.. Now, what will I get?" I punctuated my sentence with a tilt of my head, and he growled, lowly.

After a moment of silence, he approached the edge of the bed and got on his knees, and stated, his hands clasped together, as if he were begging me, "I'll do anythin', I swear. I need this, tonight. Char looks so God damn good… I'll do anythin'!"

Grinning, widely, I said, "Awright, tell him to come up here, Peter," then as he jumped up, excitedly, I grabbed his hand and lilted, pointedly, "You owe me," causing him to grimace, deeply, and nod, once.

Throwing back Jasper's cool covers, I slid into his bed, cocooning myself in his bed, and sighed into the sheets, which smelt like nothing but Jasper. I wondered, idly, if he ever had sex with Irina in this bed, and found that the very thought made my stomach roll. A low cough brought me out of my reverie, and I turned around, the sheets pooling at my stomach, and I saw Jasper's face take me in.

"Hey," he breathed, seemingly nervous, "Peter said that you didn't mind me comin' up here.. Is that alright, or were you jus' sayin' it to keep him happy?"

Slanting my head to the side, I replied, quietly, "C'mere, Jasper," and he did.

We didn't have sex, if that's what you were wondering, you damned voyeurs. Hell, we didn't even kiss again, much to my disappointment. He threw his arms over my middle, my back pressed against his chest, his thighs contorting to suit the way I liked to sleep, and he drew small circles in the skin of my waistline; my vest having risen up a little while I was splayed beneath him. His lips were pressed at the base of my neck, and whispered, his breath warming my skin, causing goosebumps to break out on my legs and arms, "Goodnight, Camilla."

"'Night, Jasper," I replied, drowsily, my eyes fluttered shut, and I snuggled deeper into his arms. "Sleep tight."

I didn't even stay awake long enough to hear his amused chuckle in response.

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It's been a while. I won't ever wait as long as I have to update; my exams are around the corner, and it's been very stressful.

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