AN: HEY EVERYONE! SO I PRETTY MUCH HAVE THE WHOLE STORY WRITTEN. I AM HOWEVER WRITING THIS WITH SOMEONE ELSE DOING THE BPOV PARTS. WITH WORKING WITH OTHERS, I HAVE TO WAIT FOR OTHERS. PLEASE BE PATIENT, I WILL BUG THEM RELENTLESSLY TO FINISH BUT I WOULD PREFER NOT TO.

RATED M: THIS IS PWP, ALTHOUGH ITS STARTING OFF SMUTTY, IT GETS SMUTTIER MOVING INTO SMUTTIEST AREAS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

DISCLAIMER: as such I pronounce this story has been disclaimed.

Chapter 1

Part 1:

I can hear you

I've decided to learn to cook. No, I'm not a fucking saint. I just need to hear Bella moan at something I've given her. I want to watch her lips wrap around her silverware as she eats food I've prepared. I'm determined to see her blush at my gaze when I watch her eat. I need to see it. As far as Edward's concerned this is a convenient way to get close to the human while simultaneously being repulsed by the smell of food. You know, to desensitize myself to her. It's not working. I'm very sensitive to her. Not her blood. My obsession has taken on a life of its own in my head. My skull has images and sounds bouncing around it akin to a pornography convention, all starring everyone's favorite human: Bella.

My daydream life is starting to bleed into my everyday. I find myself reaching for her skin. I stretch my fingertips across the back of the couch to touch the silky strands of her mahogany hair. I imagine gripping it and jamming my cock down her throat as her pouty pink lips suckle at my shaft. Her eyes will water as she gags on my cock. A tear will slip down her cheek as she greedily accepts the abuse and gazes at me in a deep visceral lust.

I shake my head to clear it from the image of that delicious little morsel on her knees in front of me, praying at the altar of my cock. I'm in the kitchen cooking with Esme. She's teaching me, so proud that I've taken an interest in her hobby of feeding the family pet. I'm her favorite son right now. I don't think Esme has forgiven Edward for making us leave Bella yet.

Bella sits on the couch in the living room, playing video games with Emmet. The ease in which he interacts with her turns my veins to acid. Why, you ask, does it bother me that she's close with him? He gets no warnings or threats when he spends time with the little human. They never suspect he's up to anything. He isn't, I don't think.

My hands stink of garlic and onions. I loathe cooking, but this will be worth it. Esme will announce that food has been made. The others will scatter from the smell and Esme will tend to her garden once she's certain Bella has what she needs. That will leave me, alone. Alone with the sinfully delectable girl eating the food I've prepared. I've studied her reactions. I know this meal is sure to get her to moan. Her eyes will roll back if it's anything like the last time she ate it. I asked Emmet to get her good and tired out before dinner. He thinks it's to keep her heart rate steady and calm. It's not. I need her to be ravenous for the meal, I need to feel what her hunger feels like. I need to see this.

"Bella, dear, the food is ready." Esme calls out to the living room.

Edward escorts the alluring brunette into the dining area and sits her down at the table. I bring the dish to her and settle in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen. "I hope you enjoy, Bella. I had Esme teach me this recipe. I'm hoping to find more reasons to spend time with you. I certainly don't want a repeat of your birthday and I would like to know you better, considering you're part of the family."

Bella smiles at me brightly and blushes, "Thank you, Jasper. I'd like that too. I'm very excited to try your cooking. I'm sure if Esme taught you, it will be delicious."

I struggle against the stirring in my cock as she says my name. I need to hear her moan it, scream it, whisper it in reverence. "Why thank you for the confidence, darlin'." I turn on the southern charm in the hopes of getting her blush to deepen. My eyes lock with hers and the electric buzzing in my skin has me twitching to touch her and feel the flames ignite my body again.

Her blush deepens and I follow it down her chest, her cleavage tinting a fucking delectable shade of pink. I want to bury myself between those glorious breasts. I want to taste her sweat as it drips down it while I'm plunging into her core with my pulsing cock. My tongue tingles at the idea of tracing her soft pink nipples as I suck them into my mouth. She's saying something:

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me eat?"

"I hope you don't mind, darlin'. This is the first meal I've cooked in 160 some odd years and I'm quite anxious to see how it came out."

Bella shrugs accepting my statement and rolls the pasta covered in meat sauce onto her fork. My ears are tuned in so hard I can hear her hair brushing against her cheek as she leans over the plate. I know she's starving. I can hear her stomach turn and turn in the hopes of getting that food inside. My obsession lifts her fork to her pouty pink mouth, her cute little tongue slips out to give the pasta a place to land as she wraps her lips around the silver fork. Red sauce stains her chin and for a moment I pretend it's the sweet ambrosial blood from a kill that I would love nothing more than to lick from her face. She sucks in a large breath through her nose as her eyes close and her head tilts back. "Mmmm-nnmmgh." She moans, "That's the best thing I've ever tasted."

My mind goes into overdrive as I catalogue every minute sound that escapes her mouth. The way her voice sounds as she speaks with her mouth full behind her hand. She couldn't wait to swallow before she told me how my food tasted on her tucking tongue. That moan bounces inside my ear canal, blasting in my brain on repeat as I add it to my Bella porn reel I'm collecting in my imagination. How does he resist her? I'm barely keeping it together enough to form sentences.

The spice I added to the pasta sauce is supposed to be the kind that sneaks up on you. The more you eat, the spicier it gets. I need to see her flushed and panting against the dining room table. So many of my fantasies are her bent over, sprawled out on top of, clinging to the edge of this table as I drive my cock into her. I imagine her sitting on my lap during a family meeting. Perhaps she's in a skirt. My cock is surrounded by her warmth as no one is the wiser. Would she discretely roll her hips, shake, bounce to grant herself that delicious friction? Or would she be timid, trying to keep perfectly still so no one would notice? I could tease her. I could whisper naughty things in her ear as she tried to sit still. My lap would get soaked in her as she dripped around my swollen shaft.

"Wow, hah… hoo… Jasper, this… uh… haah.. this sauce has a bit.." she swallows thickly, "of a kick… haah haah." She's panting and flushed. I'm a fucking genius.

"Sorry, doll. I didn't realize. I'll remember not to add so much heat next time. Trial and error." I don't mean it. I'm only making spicy food from now on.

I can see sweat beading on the back of her neck as it rolls down her chest into the valley of her breasts and I stifle a groan.

Bella is close to finishing her meal. She grabs for the cranberry juice next to her plate and tips her head back. Her throat is exposed and bobbing as she swallows the liquid down greedily. I want to feel it on my hands as I shove my dick down her throat. I could feel the head of my cock through the soft skin of her neck. And she would swallow. The red juice dribbles down her chin and throat in her haste to drink it down and quell the spice fire I've started in her. I grab a napkin and approach her with my hand extended and I chuckle lightly, "Here, take this before Alice tries to murder you for getting juice on that top."

She laughs and dabs at her breasts. She dips the napkin in her cleavage and I almost come undone as she is still slightly breathless and panting. Fuck.

I offer to take her dish but she refuses and is decidedly set on getting up and washing it herself. I stand mostly in the way of the doorway so she will brush up against me to get by. I need the heat flash I get when she touches me. She maneuvers around me and I frown slightly as I follow her into the kitchen. She reached forward to the back of the counter. She's on her tiptoes as she grabs for the dish soap. Her shirt has ridden up and I can see the skin of her lower back and her ass is lifted and bent for my viewing pleasure.

She has no idea how crazy she's driving me. I lick my lips at the idea of burying my tongue between those cheeks, of licking and sucking on her clit as she grips my hair with those soft delicate hands. She's not flawless, but she's perfect and I hunger for her. I need her slick. I need her sticky. I need her dirty and sweaty and salty and fucking messy. I need her.

Part 2:

Delicious Perfection bpov

Edward can be insufferable sometimes. I get that I'm human, and in his eyes, well, all their eyes, I'm this weak little mortal they need to protect. But does he really need to hover over me, watching my every move? It's beyond annoying. Edward invited me over to his house, to spend time with the Cullens. Again. It makes sense. There he doesn't have to be as paranoid, considering his entire family is there, too. Gives him and I a moment to relax away from the tension between us. What's the point in us being romantic if I'm rejected every time I make my advances. He's so attractive, I can't help it. I'm a teenage girl, damn it! I've got hormones to see to. We can't even make out for extended periods of time. It's always a minute or two before that pained expression falls onto his stupid handsome face, and he looks down at me and says: "Bella… I can't-" which is his way of saying, 'If we go any further I might lose control and eat you, my vampire boner is deadly, Bella, you should fear me, blah blah blah' in not so many words.

It's just after school when we arrive. On the way there, I called Charlie and let him know where I was going to be. He said Alice already told him, I think she has a crush on him or something. They're on the phone together all the time. I try to steer clear of talking about Charlie with her now, because she just goes on and on about him until I completely forget what we were talking about in the first place and I don't even care anymore. And she keeps bringing up his mustache every time he comes up. Says that Jasper refuses to grow one because it would take too long. I could just imagine Jasper in that awkward growing facial hair phase for the next year or so, and with his blonde hair, it'd be all weird, clear and patchy all at the same time. Not a good look, I'm sure. On the other hand, some five-o-clock shadow all around might not look too bad. Huh.

Edward says that Jasper's planning on making me a meal. I made sure he was cooking and not eating me as a meal! Edward did not find that funny. He said that Jasper was trying to make an effort to get to know me better. Out of everyone else in the Cullen household, Jasper and I have probably spent the least amount of time together. It's sweet that he's making an effort. Jasper sure is old-fashioned. I guess they all are. Vampires are weird. But still, I wonder what brought this all on. I mean, I guess I'm more of a permanent fixture in their lives now that Edward and the family moved back, but- I doubt that's the only reason. Maybe Alice asked him to since she and I so close. He's never tried to talk or hang out with me much before, so I don't know what to expect.

We get through the door and something already smells incredible. The aroma of garlic and onion floods out of their house and permeates around the room, wafting right up my nose. I wasn't very hungry before, but after smelling that, I definitely am now. Edward takes my coat and kisses me on the temple. It's cute and all, but, I'd much rather those kisses land elsewhere. Lower. Much lower. I walk through the foyer to find Emmet on the couch, just now setting up his gaming console. Esme stops me to exchange pleasantries, ask me about school and everything, so I tell her, but about halfway through I get distracted by Emmett, smacking the side of the screen he was squatting in front of. It was staticky at first, but with a little percussive maintenance, he managed to get his game up and running. I'm a sucker for a fighting game. After losing track of what I was saying to Esme, I excuse myself and walk over to the couch to join Emmett, and Edward wanders off somewhere else, probably to go play piano or talk to Carlisle. Which is great for me, he doesn't like fighting games much. Says 'they're barbaric displays of insignificant fictional violence.' So dramatic.

"Hey Emmett, got another controller?"

"Oh, hey Bells, uh, yeah, it's right over-…" Emmett digs around the seats of the couch, fumbling around with the pillows, tossing the cushions all over the place until he finally finds it. "…here, it's right here." He says as he grabs it and reaches his arm out to offer it to me. I giggle a little bit as he just finished savagely dismantling the couch and didn't put anything back the way it was originally set up, but take the controller anyways. I take a couple of steps to the front of the couch before he realizes there's nowhere for me to sit as he then puts just one seat cushion down for me and I take my seat. He restarts his game and we sit next to each other, elbows resting on our knees, staring at the screen: preparing for battle. We get past the menus to character selection. He always chooses guys that have similar builds to him, so predictable. I, on the other hand, pick the fast smaller characters. Emmett looks at me and says:

"Winner gets five bucks."

"You're on."

The round begins. Emmett smacks me lightly on the shoulder to try to distract me. But it doesn't work. I get first hit, like always. He throws a few punches, but I dodge. He grabs my character and slams her into the wall, then does it again, dealing half its health in damage.

"Aw cmon, you know that's a cheap move."

"Yeah? Get good, then!" Emmett shouts, eyes glued to the fight.

"You asked for it." I say as I wait for my opening and bust out cheeky 42-hit combo that melts the rest of his health bar down to zero. Victory.

"I can't move! Dammit Bella. Can't you just let me win? Just once?" Emmett shouts in frustration, tossing his controller into the mountain of disorganized pillows and couch cushions he made earlier.

"I could, but where's the fun in that? You'll beat me one day, Emmett, I believe in you." I said in a condescending tone that absolutely destroyed him. He pouted for a moment, but eventually accepted his defeat. It was time for round two. Same characters, a different stage. Just as soon as the round started, he came at me with a charge attack that knocked my character right out of the ring in a matter of seconds. I look at him and growl, clenching my jaw. He sticks his tongue out at me and launches himself off the couch, doing his ridiculous victory dance.

"I beat you! That's right!! Get good!"

"Yeah? Just wait."

I knew that's why he chose that stage. I could complain. But I'd much rather just rub it in his face when I win the next round. It was best two out of three. Sudden death. He comes for me with that charge move again. I jump out of the way. I uppercut him and juggle him across the whole stage, not giving him a chance to even land, reducing his health down to zero again, before finishing him off by throwing his character off the stage, right into the spike pit. Impaled. I won. I turn to look at Emmett again. He threw his body back onto the couch and covered his face with a pillow to scream into for a second. When he lifted it back up, he looked over at the smug expression on my face and said:

"I don't want to talk about it.."

I smile at him, place my controller down, and push my palms into my knees, standing up to exaggeratedly dust off my hands, strut around the couch to lean over Emmett's shoulder and whisper:

"…Get good."

He was fuming. His eyes lit up with fierce competitive energy. He shot up and shouted: "REMATCH!!!"

"You sure you wanna get beaten by a girl? A human girl? Again?"

"I said, REMATCH!!!"

"You're on!" We sit back on the couch, grab our controllers and jump right back into battle formation.

Just then Edward appears from the other room. He was walking down the stairs, watching over me as usual. Just before the second fight started, he interrupts with:

"Love, you may not want to start another match. Jasper's going to finish cooking any minute now. You don't have much time."

"Ugh, can't it wait, Edward? One more round." I say as Emmett preemptively starts the game back up again. A cacophony of clacking of plastic joysticks and buttons being mashed aggressively fills the space as Edward continues to talk.

"I don't think Esme would be too happy to walk back into her living room in this condition. She made a point to have the house extra tidy for this special occasion. That, and, you have to eat at acceptable hours of the day, Bella. It's not healthy to eat too late. You have to make time to digest-…"

I tuned most of this out. Again with the lectures. Can't he see I'm busy trying to have a little fun? It's not like he wants to play with me. I'd gladly drop what I'm doing if he wanted to explore my buttons. I'm sure I could make time for that.

Just then, Esme calls out from the entryway to the living room:

"Bella, dear, the food is ready."

I pause the game, "Sorry, Emmett. Raincheck."

"What?! No, I was about to win!"

"It doesn't count if I'm distracted. You heard Edward and Esme. It's time for this human to eat human food."

Emmett flashes his dimpled grin and announces to me and the rest of the house: "That's fine. I'm gonna go for a hunt. This place is gonna stink to shit once you start eating. Where's Rose?"

"Language, Emmett.." Esme warns.

"Sorry, ma…"

He thoughtlessly strides out of the living room, completely neglecting the fact that he left it in shambles.

Esme shakes her head and sighs "I swear that boy is part tornado.." as she, too, exits the house to go tend to her garden.

Edward deposits me into the dining room, because I can't be left to walk fifteen feet alone, it's obviously too hazardous for my hollow little bird bones to walk across a house. He pulls out a chair for me, I sit down, he kisses my on the temple. Lower, dammit! Then he walks off. Guess these vampires really hate the smell of food. That's probably why they sit so far away from the lunch-ladies in the cafeteria at school.

It's just me and Jasper now. He walks into the room, plate in hand, and presents it on the table right in front of me, along with a tall glass of cranberry juice, my favorite. He made pasta with meat sauce. It smells wonderful.

"I hope you enjoy, Bella. I had Esme teach me this recipe. I'm hoping to find more reasons to spend time with you. I certainly don't want a repeat of your birthday and I would like to know you better, considering you're part of the family."

That was one of the nicest things a guy has ever said to me. And he went through all the trouble of smelling this the whole time he was cooking just for me? Wow. I guess I never really noticed just how much of a gentleman he is. It was all a bit much for me to handle. I blushed a little bit.

"Thank you, Jasper. I'd like that too. I'm very excited to try your cooking. I'm sure if Esme taught you, it will be delicious."

"Why thank you for the confidence, darlin'."

We lock eyes for a moment. It's… much more intense than I expected it to be. I never really noticed just how attractive he is. He is Edward's 'brother' after all. And a vampire. I must've just not looked hard enough. And he went through all this trouble… It's all very sweet. And kind of romantic. I don't think that's what his intention is. He told Edward that he just wanted to get to know me better. But the look in his eyes doesn't read as brotherly. What am I saying? Keep it together, Bella.

After dropping off the plate, he retreated back to the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room and folded his arms behind himself, facing me.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me eat?"

"I hope you don't mind, darlin'. This is the first meal I've cooked in 160 some odd years and I'm quite anxious to see how it came out."

I shrug. Makes sense. Why do they even have that big kitchen anyways? It's not like they get much use out of it. I guess it comes in handy. Like right now. The dish doesn't look store-bought. The noodles don't look uniform with each other. Did he make the pasta himself? What ever the case, it looks and smells incredible. I grab my cloth napkin and place in onto my thighs, grab onto my fork and start digging in. First bite: holy crap, it's good.

"Mmmm-nnmmgh." I sigh, taking a deep breath as waves of flavor coat my tongue. "That's the best thing I've ever tasted." I look over to Jasper as I raise my hand to my face clean off the red sauce that had spilled onto my chin, licking it off of my finger- savoring the delicious taste. As I do so, I notice Jasper's eyes darken ever-so-slightly. He looks really intense right now. Is it the smell? I hope he's not putting himself through too much discomfort. I take another bite trying to rush through it so he doesn't have to smell it for too much longer. I'm slurping up those noodles like I haven't eaten in ages. It's so good. But- spicy. Ooh, it's getting spicier. I start sweating. As I raise my napkin to my face to dab off my forehead and chest, I notice Jasper's stare growing more and more… attentive. He seems to be completely fixated on the meal. It's a little weird, but I guess it could be worse. Wish he didn't insist on watching me this whole time. I'm not exactly a cleanly eater. But since he made it, and hasn't eaten a meal like this since he was human, I'll let it slide. I wonder if he knows how completely psycho he looks right now. He's like obscenely hot, but very psycho vibes.

"Wow, hah… hoo… Jasper, this… uh… haah.. this sauce has a bit.." before I could finish, I had to take a hard gulp and another deep breath, "…of a kick… haah haah." I begin to pant. Didn't realize it was going to have so much heat.

"Sorry, doll. I didn't realize. I'll remember not to add so much heat next time. Trial and error." He means it, I can tell. What a good guy. Not that I mind the heat, it was just unexpected. I can't help but take another bite. Pretty soon, I'm almost done with it, but it keeps getting hotter and hotter. I reach for my juice and inhale a few large 'sips.' Trying to tame the heat. Last bite. I stare at it. Beads of sweat roll down my forehead, neck, down my chest as I place the final bite into my mouth, chew it up and swallow.

Jasper offers to take my dish. No. After such a gift, I need to thank him somehow. I finish my juice, stand up with my dish, and walk over to the kitchen to wash it. Jasper hasn't taken his eyes off of me for a second. His attention is electric and intense and a little overwhelming, but I'm happy to finally be getting to know the quietest member of the family. This was definitely a step in the right direction.

I know Bella's part was extra long, but she's an over thinker. So is her author (for this story).

Jasper is just gonna get bolder and bolder... and also more unhinged.