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

November 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

Waking up the following morning, my face snuggled into Jasper's neck was a feeling unlike no other. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, his hands were comforting, his breath heavy and constant. His chest was hard, rigid while pressed against my own, but there was something.. Strange about him. I couldn't put my finger on it - I really couldn't. Shuffling around, trying to get out of his grip, which only tightened in response, and he mumbled, quietly, "Stop movin', Darlin'."

Grinning, lazily, I garbled, unapologetically, "Sorry, Jasper," then I shrugged, "I need to use your bathroom."

He chuckled, and rolled onto his back, releasing me from his steel grip, and I slid out of his arms, regretting the comfort that his protective, strong embrace held. Swiftly, I walked into his bathroom, grabbing my bag on my way out, and switched on the hot water tap, running my toothbrush beneath the rush of water. After brushing my teeth, quickly, I washed my face with warm water, and pulled my hair out of its high pony, leaving it to spill over my shoulders. While I slept in his arms, my hair had gotten a little messy, so I ran my fingers through it a few times, and plaited it down in two braids on the side of my head. Once I had finished, I had a quick tinkle, and washed my hands, drying them on a towel within arms reach. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I sighed, "Thanks," and walked back into his bedroom area. I adjusted my shorts so they weren't basically sitting up my ass and shuffled back onto his bed, and said, "I needed that."

While I had been in the bathroom, he had sat up, his back reclined on the headboard, a book in his hands. After I curled back into his arms, my cheek against the softness of his pillows, and he rested his arm over my shoulders, pulling me close and he pressed a soft kiss against the crown of my forehead. A moment of silence passed between us, where he quietly read, and I watched his golden eyes as they followed the pages embedded on the well-worn pages in his hands. His long fingers flicked at the pages for a few minutes, before his sharp eyes flitted down towards my own, and I flushed deeply at being caught staring. He asked, his tone deep and sultry, "Can I help you wit' somethin', Darlin'?"

I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes locking on with his own, and I shook my head, softly. "I'm good. I was just looking."

He had a pair of sweats on, and a long-sleeved tee that filled out every curve of his lithe, muscular body. The body on this man was almost unbelievable. He was perfect. Honest to God, he was perfect. He was tall, broad, strong and coiled, like a warrior and it was fucking sexy as Hell. But it wasn't just about what he looked like - he was smart, oh so smart. He was so smooth and charming, it made my heart stutter in my chest every time he so much as glanced my way.

"Good mornin', Darlin'," he sighed, and shuffled closer to me, his hand falling from my shoulders, to my lower back, inconspicuously - well, it would have been, had I not been highly alert and aware of where his hands were.

"Morning, Jasper," I replied, and snuggled closer to him, my own hand resting on his impressive abdomen, and watched as it twitched and rippled in response. He asked, his tone interested while he casually read, "How did you sleep, sugar," to which I replied, with a teasing glint in my eyes, "Good.. You're comfy."

He laughed, the sound rich in mirth and amusement, then he glanced down at me and closed his book. He placed it on his bedside table, forgotten immediately, and rolled onto his side, to face me, his head resting on his pillow, and I copied his actions, liking how.. Well, couple-y it felt. He bumped our noses together, and grinned, the space between his shapely brows crinkling in amusement, and I felt something light and gooey swell in my chest at the action. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, and I deepened the action by placing my hand on his strong, smooth jaw line.

"Now that's one hell of a way to wake up, Darlin'," he sighed against my mouth, and I couldn't help but agree with him, wholeheartedly. Seeing as how my body had the worst timing ever, I heard my stomach growl, loudly, interrupting the tender moment, and it made me blush, embarrassed. I knew I shouldn't be, as I was hungry and it was very likely that he was too, but of course, out of the two of us, it had to be my stomach that decided to implode on itself. He chuckled, into his fist, and tapped my side with his other hand, "C'mon, Esme's cookin', sugar."

My brows furrowed, and I asked, glancing behind him at the door, "How.. How do you do that? I can't smell a damn thing."

He shrugged, and quipped, without pause, "I know my family dynamics, Darlin'."

I giggled, liking how confident and assured he seemed in himself, and I teased, playfully, "Mhmm.. Next you'll be saying that you've got super hearing, or something, right?," and slid out of the bed.

What I didn't notice was the sick, withdrawn look that Jasper's face took as I turned my back to him. With my back turned to him, I croaked, my cheeks flushing as I took in my attire in the full-length mirror embedded in his wall, "Can I borrow something to wear? A vest and shorts aren't exactly.. Meeting-the-mother worthy, you know?"

He chuckled, a little gruffly, and said, with a quirk in his brow, "So you wore that to purposefully seduce me, huh, sugar?"

Blushing, brightly, at his implication, I replied, "No way!," and covered my face with my hands, in mortification. He laughed, and slid off of his bed, and reached into his closet, pulling out a button up shirt, and handed them to me, with care. He said, "It'll be a little big, but.. You know, you are tiny. It'll cover you up."

Fluidly, I slid my arms into his shirt, feeling his scent swarm around me, and I beat away the urge to inhale, deeply, and he helped me roll up the sleeves, to my elbows, tying them in place, and it fell to my knees. He shuffled closer to me then, and grasped my hips, beneath the shirt, tugging me forwards, and I was forced onto my tiptoes. He growled, lowly, "I love seein' you in my clothes, Darlin'," and swept down to kiss me, deeply, on my lips. His thumbs circled on my waist, and I sighed, my hands making their way into his hair. Breathlessly, I gasped, against his warm mouth, "I like wearing them."

He chuckled, and said, "C'mon, if we don't leave now, we're not gonna leave. C'mere, sugar," and he led me down the stairs, surprisingly hand-in-hand. He walked me down the stairs, listening to me talk about random, asinine shit, and he did it with a small smile. His eyes were thoughtful, and interested, even if I were talking about nothing at all. As soon as we stepped onto the ground floor, I found the house itself was sparkling with cleanliness, and not the revolting travesty of a mess that we had left it at last night. I felt horrible that Esme had to clean up our crap, for a brief moment, before I was accosted with the enticing aroma of a deliciously, hearty breakfast, and felt my stomach clench in hunger. Jasper smirked, and said, "Esme's been waitin' for you, sugar."

He placed his hand on my lower back, and led me into the kitchen, noticing how warm his touch was, and said, "Mornin', Mom."

Esme turned on her heel, her eyes wide and filled with maternal warmth, and two spotted oven mitts on her hands, holding a tray of freshly made biscuits, and said, "Morning, Jasper.. Camilla, how did you sleep?"

She swept over to me, and pressed loving kisses to both of my cheeks, and said, "Come here, breakfast's waiting for you."

Jasper pulled in beside me, his hand still on my lower back, and helped me onto the stool fixed into the tiled floor besides the island.

"Thank you," I whispered, and he raised his brows, once, and stood behind me, his hands still on my hips, and his chin slotted in the crook of my neck. Esme cooed, quietly, and made a love-y dove-y face, making me blush in response, and she slipped a plate in front of me. Three fresh buttermilk biscuits, a side selection of four halves of golden toast, a portion of crispy, sweet bacon and scrambled eggs, along with a hefty helping of sausage links, and I grinned at her, in gratitude. She smiled, and went about washing the dishes, packing away a hot plate for Clyde and shoved it in the microwave. Once I noticed that she hadn't made a plate for Jasper, I inquired, with a furrowed brow and confusion shining in my eyes, "Aren't you going to eat, Jasper? The food is great."

He replied, his tone smooth but his words curt and short, "Not hungry. You eat."

This made me a little suspicious, however I dropped it as soon as I bit into the buttermilk biscuits from a little place I called heaven, and I groaned into the air.

"Why are you so amazing, Mrs Cullen?," I asked, with amazement shining in my eyes. She shrugged, and replied, "It comes with the job, honestly, sweetie."

Chuckling to myself, I swooped back into my breakfast, and nuzzled closer to Jasper's warm embrace. It took me a while, but I eventually finished the delicious meal and she picked up my dish, against my wishes, of course, and said, "Not this time, sweetie," and gave me a disapproving but teasing stare, while she washed it up.

Spinning on the revolving stool, I turned to Jasper, who tightened his hands on my body, and nipped at my exposed collarbone. I pushed him in his chest, and exclaimed, in a hushed tone, "Not in front of your mom!"

He grinned, cheekily, and lilted, "I don't care," his accent deep, sultry and oh-so perfect. I grabbed his jaw and pulled him closer to me, and just as our lips were about to touch, I said, dully, "I do," and pushed him away, with a defiant smile on my face. He groaned, and smiled down at me, before putting his hands on either side of my body on the island, and said, "That wasn't nice."

"What smells so good?," Clyde's gravely voice asked as he stumbled into the kitchen, Alice firmly planted to his side, a content smile on her face, which made my stomach turn in disgust. If there was one thing that I didn't need to see, it was the results of their sexy time - I really didn't.

"I made breakfast, sweetheart," Esme grinned, affectionately, and pulled his plate from its place in the microwave, and placed it in front of him. Clyde rubbed a hand over his face, languorously, and once his eyes focused on me, he asked, with a frown on his face, "Where did you sleep last night, Cher?"

My eyes widened, and I froze, spinning in my chair, to face him, and as I opened my mouth to reply, however Jasper beat me to the punch, and responded, levelly, "She was wit' me."

My brother's eyes zoned out, for a moment, before returning with a whole heap of almighty anger that even frightened me, and he went to stand then, however Ali placed her hand on his upper arm, and begged, "Cly.. He didn't do anything."

He stared down at her, his eyes unfocused and distrusting, however it faded away as hope and compassion flooded his eyes. He sat down, his jaw taut and angry, however he simply reclined in the chair and began chewing on his breakfast, heatedly.

Well, this wasn't awkward at all.

-0-

"I don't like him."

Simple and to the point. Clyde didn't fuck around with this kind of stuff. He didn't like any of the guys that approached me; friends or other wise. He hated men around me - he said it was because he knew how they worked, and they weren't to be trusted. This included him, as well, of course, even though he shrugged off the unspoken accusation. With an impressive smirk, I replied, "I gathered, Cly."

He huffed, his hands grasping the wheel tighten in his hands, the Cullen mansion fading into the background as we sped away, not two hours after we finished our breakfast. He turned to me, the stare at me out of his peripherals, and said, "I want you to stay away from him."

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared out of the window, and lilted, idly, "I'm not goin' to do that, Bear."

He rolled his eyes, and said, "None of that 'Bear' shit, cher, I'm serious."

I scoffed at his annoyed tone, knowing full well that this wasn't an argument that he wanted on his hands, and I bit out, my eyes focusing on anything that wasn't inside of the car, "I know.. But I don't see why."

He sighed, and said, "Look, Cher, I'm not trying to be an asshole here," he turned a corner, and continued, "I don't like anyone who comes into contact wit' you. It's not a personal thing - it's a big brother thing. Ask anyone who has a baby sister."

I wasn't seriously getting annoyed at his over-protectiveness, because I understood where it was coming from, considering my past history with men. Clyde had a right to be upset with me, but it was his girlfriend's family that we were talking about. If there was anyone that he should trust, it should be the Cullen family, and I don't think they would raise any of their children badly. They just didn't strike me as the type of people to do that. Then again, my ability to read the intentions of the people around me is skewed, so I shouldn't really be trusted to make these kinds of decisions.

I snorted, mockingly, and growled, "Clyde, I'm not a child. We are the same age; you're only four minutes older than I am." This drew a chuckle from him, which did nothing to quell my irritation, and I exclaimed, seriously, "Stop being so overprotective!"

He laughed, and said, "Cher.. If you think that ever stops.. It never does. I'm always going to be like this with you. I wouldn't care if you were ten years older than I am - I'm still going to feel the same way."

Sighing, sadly, at his statement, I replied, "I know.. Jasper and I.. It's early stages. It might not even go anywhere, honestly."

That thought made me feel a little ill, however I simply turned my head to face outside of the window, and Clyde took this as time to stop speaking about it. A thought hit me then, and I quirked my brow, slightly, and said, "So.. Alice, huh?"

He blushed, brightly, the tips of his ears bleeding red, and I laughed, internally. Let's see how he liked it.