Hello readers and followers. This has turned out to be a short chapter. Actually, it turned out to be a really long chapter so I have broken it in two. Needless to say you can expect Ch 4 very soon. I am enjoying writing and posting, but would love a review. Thanks. Read on ...
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The next few months were uneventful. We all continued along the paths that we had begun to map out for ourselves. We studied, talked about the future, talked incessantly about each other and spent as much time being all together as we could. We started becoming more independent of our parental units. Emmett and Rosalie's folks were never around much and pretty much left them to their own devices. This meant that either of their houses was usually available for us all to crash in and be together at weekends. Edward seemed to just tell his parents what he would be doing and received little guidance or feedback on the matter. But that was Edward for you. There was just no changing his mind once a decision was made and I'm sure his parents recognised that early on. Jasper's parents were content to take a back seat role to our intimate community. They were there and offered food, support, guidance and whatever we could need from them, without interfering in what had become our way of life.
I had been living with my Dad, Charlie since my Mom, Renee remarried. He was busy with his work and not the best at communicating. As long as he knew where I was and who I was with he was content. And we were a good bunch. We had fun, we did stupid teenage things and we broke the rules. But we never got in any serious trouble and were usually able to keep our antics to ourselves.
Jasper continued to blur the lines that made up our complicated friendship. We still talked about anything and everything. He stilled pined for Alice and watched her every move. He encouraged me to date and experiment with other guys. And just as I would relax into the friendship routine I knew, he would mix it up again and make me crazy.
I remember one day when we had been elected to pick up the pizza for movie night (we were too hungry to wait for the delivery guy). Jasper and I had driven in to town and were talking about my upcoming date with Tyler. I felt confident for a change. Tyler made me feel good about myself and I liked the way the other guys looked at me when we were out together, the way Tyler seemed pleased to have me with him, especially when others noticed. I was starting to think that I wasn't such a wallflower and that perhaps I wasn't limited to the likes of Magic Mike. Jasper and I had been caught in the rain and as we dashed madly from the car to the shelter at the side of the pizza place I felt more relaxed with Jasper than I had in a long time. When we reached the shelter of the alley I was soaked. My shirt clung to my curves, my hair was wet and dripping down my shoulders, I was giggling uncontrollably and my face was flushed from the excitement. When I reached the wall, I turned looking for Jasper, only to find him directly in front of me. Close enough to touch.
I couldn't help it. He was like a magnet drawing me in. I reached up, placing my hands flat against his chest, feeling his nipples harden against my palms through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. I looked up at him, startled at my own boldness, frightened by the sudden and undeniable need that coursed through my veins. Again Jasper's eyes became dark and unreadable as he paused for what seemed like an eternity before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.
This was no gentle, searching first kiss. This was an inferno barely held in check. In seconds his lips were crashing against mine, as if all the unspoken questions could be asked by applying physical pressure. His tongue darted out, seeking mine, running over my teeth before he nipped gently at my lower lip. My own lips fought back, pushing against him, my own tongue sought out his as if some long sleeping beast had awakened, roaring within me. It became a battle, a war to see which of us could give more and take more in that second stolen moment.
My spinning thoughts were compounded by my lack of oxygen and through sheer necessity I pulled my mouth away from Jasper's, tilting my head to the sky to suck in a lungful of cold night air. Jasper's mouth continued its assault as he trailed his tongue along the line of my jaw, up to my ear where he gently bit down before reversing the journey down my neck to settle at the meeting of my neck and shoulders. As his tongue made small circles against my sensitive skin and his teeth continued to tease, I again felt robbed of oxygen and catapulted into a world ruled by sensory input. When Jasper's knee moved between my thighs and then pushed up against my core, the resulting jolt of electricity nearly blew me away. I instinctively flexed my hips out and down trying to create more of that delicious friction. Every inch of my skin seemed to be covered in bumps, each bump increasing my sensitivity one thousandfold. I felt completely driven by that ache to feel more. An ache that had started in my stomach and slowly moved lower centring over Jasper's knee.
A guttural moan escaped my lips and left me wondering what wild animal had joined us in the alley.
"Jasper," I whispered, my voice hoarse with want.
That one stupid word snapped him out of his mind and bought him back to the reality of the moment. His eyes focussed, taking me in for the first time. He was breathing heavily as was I, but his control was back, his eyes clearing, hiding the devil inside.
He leant in again and kissed me softly.
"Make sure Tyler treats you right Scarlet, I'll meet you back at the car."
And with that he was gone, disappearing in to the building to collect the pizza, leaving me dripping wet inside and out and wondering what on earth had just happened. Again.
And so it continued. There would be days or weeks of our perceived normal relationship interspersed with twisted, heated moments that left me emotionally exhausted and so physically needy that I thought I would implode. It's hard enough to be young and learning to control the hormones, mood swings and strong physical reactions without being constantly left wanting and confused. I think it must have been messing with my head. I wanted to be near Jasper all the time, and yet I frequently felt pissed off at him for his lack of openness and failure to move things forward. We had always talked about everything, in all its gory details, never omitting a truth or dodging the hard questions, and yet we couldn't communicate about this, whatever 'this' was. Fortunately no-one seemed to notice the evolution of our relationship into this new and frustrating thing. It appeared that so far, we'd gotten away with it. And we had. Almost.