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

December 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

Clyde and I had decided to return home after being at the Cullen's abode on Christmas evening.

Jasper had told me that he had something special planned for the two of us. He said that I should pack a bag for a three day, two night vacation. I blushed and told him that it would be ridiculous for him to spend so much money, especially when we had only been together for a few months, but he was adamant. I trusted him, I really did, and I wanted to make him happy, so I agreed, after much deliberation. And by deliberation, I mean Jasper kissed me a lot until I acquiesced. What? I wasn't going to complain. After giving Jasper a goodnight kiss, followed by many smaller, feverish kisses, I trailed out of the mansion, feeling equal parts boneless as I did excited. Jasper had told me he was going to pick me up at around midday, the following afternoon.

Like any normal teenager, I told my dad I was going over to the Cullen's house, because that's where I had initially thought I was going, but, to my surprise, I couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Waking up that morning, I felt good. Like, really good. My entire body felt warm and light, like I all of my worries had washed away during the night. I woke up invigorated and refreshed and as I hopped down the stairs, Clyde could tell that I was in a great mood. Once I ate some breakfast, I returned upstairs to get ready for the day. Showering was more revitalizing as the spray heated my skin. The slickness of the gels felt amazing on my body. I removed all trails of hair on my body, leaving me as smooth as the day I was born. My hair was washed and cleansed, thoroughly. I didn't step a foot out of the cubicle until my fingers and toes were all wrinkly.

When I returned back to my bedroom, with a towel draped around my middle and my hair held up in a pony. I dried my body off, my skin flushing at the thoughts running through my mind, and I went about getting dressed. Pulling on a pair of clean underwear, and throwing four pairs of matching pieces in the bottom of my backpack, I applies lotion to my exposed skin, so I was left smelling like mint and cocoa.

You see, I hadn't actually told Jasper, directly, that I was in love with him, and I couldn't see myself doing so any time soon. Just the mere thought of baring myself to him in such a vulnerable and open way was.. Well, it was embarrassing!

Pulling out my phone, I sent a text to Jasper, quickly.

To: Jazz

How long am I coming over for?

- C

Throwing my phone on my bed, and watching it bounce, slightly, I flicked on my radio, and began singing along to the terrifyingly unintelligent lyrics of the latest bubblegum pop artist that was plaguing the music-scene.

Honestly, I was almost embarrassed to know the lyrics, verbatim, however, if anyone told you they didn't, you know damn well that they are a dog-gone liar.

Even though I found myself lost in the flurry of music, prancing around my bedroom in nothing but a thong and a pretty bra, I knew that as soon as I heard the vibration from the bed, I would be on that like white on rice.

From: Jasper

You wont need many clothes, but we're travelling. It's winter so pack for snow.

Wait.. What?

To: Jasper

I didn't know we were travelling? Where to?

This would put a scupper in my plans. Because this meant it would just be us. Alone. Without anyone else around. Anything could happen. And I was surprised at how much I wanted something to happen between us. He'd been putting it off for weeks. Every time we got a little heavy, he would go home, or tell me that he 'wasn't in the mood' when I could both see and feel how hard his dick was, so I knew that was a lie. He didn't want to force me into something that he thought I didn't want, but little did he know just how horny I was.

Ever since I saw him, ever since he smiled at me, all those months ago, ever since he saved my life, ever since he looked at me with those golden, sultry eyes, I had wanted him. There was a darkness in his heart that he didn't want me to see, but I would get there. I didn't expect him to just roll over and let me know each and every one of his darkest secrets, but I hope that soon, he'll trust me enough to rely on me.

Men were raised to be different to women. From birth, they are told that they shouldn't be emotional or sensitive, because that was 'girly' or for sissies. If they cried, they were considered weak, and beyond anything else, they needed to control their emotions. It was harder to get a boy to open up than it was to get a girl to do so, as they had a wall around their hearts, from years of being told that emotions were for the pathetic. Besides, Jasper didn't strike me as the 'touchy-feely' type, anyway.

My phone vibrated once more, and I found myself blinking out of my reverie. I lay on my back, and crossed my ankles together, stretching my thighs, a little.

From: Jasper.

It's a surprise for a reason, sugar. I'll be outside in an hour. Are you hungry?

Rolling my eyes, tenderly, at his words, I tapped out my reply, quickly, and rolled off of my bed to get dressed.

Pulling on a pair of leggings, and slipped thin socks onto my feet, I pushed on a pair of Converse, and a thin white shirt. He said it would get cold, so I didn't want to pack too lightly and regret it later. I packed similar outfits; thin shirts of different colours, and a few pairs of skinny jeans and leggings, and extra hosiery and panties, just to be careful. My floral toothbrush followed, immediately after, along with my phone charger and forty dollars in cash, rolled up in the secret compartment in the back of my bag. I had a feeling that Jasper would be paying for everything but I wanted to be careful.

I pulled my hair up in a messy low bun and applied minimal amounts of makeup onto my eyes and lip chap.

After rolling on some deodorant, I walked down the flight of stairs, after poking my head into check on Clyde, who was MIA, but I wasn't worried. He was probably with Alice.

Getting ready took up nearly all of my time, so within ten minutes of me sitting downstairs and vegetating in front of the TV, I heard a gentlemanly knock on the door.

My heart throbbed in my chest, nearly making my knees collapse, and I almost, almost, dropped the sandwich that was in my hands. Rushing towards the door, I swallowed the food that was in my mouth, and pulled it open to reveal a suavely dressed Jasper.

His hair was the same coppery gold colour that I was in love with. As he looked at me, his eyes widened and they filled with warmth, and I grinned in response. He was wearing a simple grey cotton sweater, that fitted every muscular curve, and a pair of black skinny jeans. Tilting my head to the side, I stepped aside, and, while grinning, asked, "Come in?"

He dipped his head, and shuffled into my house after grinding his boots on the 'Welcome Home' mat, courteously, "Clyde home?"

Shaking my head, I pushed the door closed, and said, softly, "Nope. Just us."

He dug his hands in his pockets, and said, "You packed and ready to go?"

Following behind him, I sat down beside him on the chaise lounge and replied, "I think so. You gonna tell me where we're going?"

He grinned, and pressed his finger against my nose, pushing it up slightly, and admonished, gently, "It's a surprise. You want to get something to eat, or will that tide you over till we get to a truck stop?"

Chuckling, softly, I replied, "I'll be okay. I ate earlier."

He smiled, while bumping our noses together, and asked, "Okay. You wanna go?"

"Okay."

He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together, and said, "Give me your bag, I'll carry it."

Tilting my head to the side, I hefted the heavy back off of the sofa, and asked, "You sure?"

He laughed, his dimples becoming deep and defined, and said, rolling his golden eyes, "Darlin', jus' gimme the bag."

-0-

Jasper's vehicle of choice was his very sleek, black 1966 Ford Mustang. The muscle car roared as he pressed his foot on the accelerator, and I could feel the vibrations from the engine travel through the car, and rattle through my spine. Arching my back, slightly, my eyes fluttered closed, and I ground myself into the sensation. My stomach tingled and I felt a small smile pull at my lips. It felt relaxing, the vibrations soothing at my spine and my lower back.

His voice was gravely and tight as he asked, light-heartedly, "Enjoyin' yourself there, Darlin'? Engine's a little heavy."

Blinking out of my trance, I blushed, deeply, and replied, "It's good. Nice."

His grip tightened, infinitely, on the wheel of his car, until his knuckles were white with effort, and he chuckled, desperately, before answering, "I'd hope so. I spent months on this baby."

Dipping my head, and glancing away, I replied, "It's a sweet ride."

He laughed, gruffly, the sound making the apex of my thighs ache with a sudden need, and he threw out, his voice rough, "Sexy, right?"

Trying to ignore the ache, I replied, wistfully, "If you say so, baby."

My shoes had long been kicked off and shoved beneath my ass as I sat in the comfortable chair, and as I shuffled around, I angled my body to face my boyfriend, and asked, "You still wont give me a clue? We've been driving for hours."

He stared at me for a long time, then stated, disbelievingly but teasing at the same time, "It's not even been an hour yet. You better get your sweet ass comfy. We're going to be driving for a long time."

Sighing, softly, I played with my fingers, and asked, "How long?"

He breathed out a laugh, and drawled, lazily, "Are you one of those passengers?"

I knew what he was talking about. Those passengers who never shut up, and constantly whined. Usually, I wasn't one of them. I just really wanted to know where we were going. I was really excited. Ever since he told me we were travelling, I had become wracked with unresolved tension in both my head and my heart. It wasn't that I didn't trust Jazz, it was just that I felt, not for the first time, out of control and that unsettled me. Beaming, wolfishly, I lilted, "What if I am?"

He shrugged, indifferently, and responded, "Nothin'. It'll be nice to talk."

Sighing, I stretched, feeling a few vertebrae in my back pop in response. The joints in my knuckles clicked, and my toes curled beneath my body. Sensitively, I asked, with a tender smile, "What mind-numbingly pedestrian things do you want to talk about, Jazz?"

He licked his lips, and I felt the aching between my legs nearly treble at the swift, sensual motion, and glanced at me, from the corner of his now-dark eyes. He shrugged, at a loss, and murmured, "I don't know. I've never done this kind of thing before. What do boyfriends usually ask their girlfriends?"

Shrugging, I took a second to think of the things that I used to do with Paul, then I grimaced deeply, as I realised the bad times far outshone the good.

I rubbed my hands together, nervously, and answered, "Usual shit. 'How was your day?' 'What's your favourite food?' 'How did you sleep last night?' That kind of stuff."

His lips formed a soft 'o'-shape, and he frowned, if only for a moment. He replied, apathetically, "Oh.. Sounds kind of boring."

"It's supposed to be, I think."

It was silent for a while, as if he was wrestling over with something in the back of his mind. He commented, wearing his heart on his sleeve, "I'm not that kind of guy, I hope you realise that."

Smirking, I replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I know. I don't expect you to be anything but yourself, Jasper."

He laughed, into his fist, and answered, entertained, "Girl's usually say that, but a couple of months in, they're crazy possessive and jealous."

Quirking a singular brow at him, I asked, teasingly, "And if I turn out to be like that - crazy, possessive, jealous - what would happen then?"

He shrugged, apathetically and retorted, "Nothin'. 'Cause I feel the same way about you."

Tilting my head, I enquired, defiantly, "Oh, do you now?"

He snorted, as if he was questioning my sanity, and said, "Yeah.. It's actually kind of strange. I've always been a selfish bastard, especially with me and mine, but with you, it's weird. I look at you and I can't even think of you being with anyone else, or giving your attention to anyone. It makes my head hurt sometimes. You're my girl. I'm your guy. Closed circle."

I rested my elbow on the handle of the car door and I looked at him, my expression intrigued, and I murmured, affectionately, "That's fine by me."

He nodded, once, his hair falling into his eyes, and his teeth poking out between his lips as he grinned, and remarked, "Good."

He reached over with the hand that wasn't on the wheel, and intertwined our fingers. He drew lazy circles with his thumb on the back of my hand, and I lay my head on his shoulder, tucking my elbow in the space between his elbow and his side. There was no way we could have been closer, in the small space, and I grinned, stupidly, at how domestic we seemed.

Both of our windows were open, if only by a touch, and tender wisps of crisp air was blowing through the car, mussing up Jasper's already dishevelled hair. The afternoon was a bright one, with next to no sun, however the clouds were light and fluffy. The road in front of us was wide and clear, with next to no other cars around us, and the radio was playing nothing but typical country.

Apparently Jasper fancied himself an amateur singer, as he knew all of the words, and his voice was deep and rich in baritone as it echoed through the small space surrounding us. I knew the words. Of course I did. And I couldn't fight the urge to sing along for much longer.

Besides, the atmosphere was so open and blissful, that I was almost lulled into a soundless bubble where it was just us two. Against the world. Locked inside of his car, listening to country music.

Jesus, just how regular could we get?

-0-0-0-

HA HA HA *pokes head from behind wall* So... I've been gone for a while, now, huh?

I hope you aren't too mad at me, but this will most definitely be the last update til at least mid June, because of my exams.

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