BPOV

THREE YEARS AGO

I find Jasper stretching on the floor in the middle already as I step fully into the basement gym. Setting down the two bottles of hydration, I stand nervously, watching as he himself seems to be in an element of comfort.

"Begin with some stretches," Jasper directs. "You don't want to cause any unnecessary injury by not warming up."

"Right," I mumble.

I sit a good distance away from him, spreading out my legs and reaching my hands to touch the tips of my toes. Obviously it has been a while since I've had any type of physical activity as I can feel the automatic burn. I push through it however, not letting it stop me from doing what needs done. Every so often when I shift positions I can feel Jaspers eyes on me, I try to ignore them as best as possible.

"Okay, ready?" he hops up to his feet and reaches down to help me up.

-O- -O-

"Good," he praises. "You're doing good, Bella. I think we can take a break and come back later sometime after dinner."

I make a noise in the back of my throat as I wipe the sweat off the side of my face and grab my bottle of water. We've been working for an hour and a half with me so far only being able to take him down a couple times by sheer dumb luck. I tripped. He had brought up doing some rounds with the punching bags as well, get out some pent-up anger and aggression he thinks I have stored up inside somewhere.

Christmas is in a couple of weeks and along with that comes with Edward and I's wedding anniversary on New Year's Day. I'm not looking forward to it. At night, when Jasper sleeps, I stay up looking at our wedding photo remembering how happy we had been when we took this. Had it all been a lie? Were we really happy or was that all fake? I suppose it is possible that I have some pent-up anger and aggression, except I don't think it's for the reasons Jasper is thinking.

"You good?" his voice sounds out making me jump.

"F-fine," I mutter before walking upstairs as quick as I can manage without tripping.

PRESENT TIME

The door to the dark room opens, revealing Jasper standing there looking tired as I finish up my work. "Can't sleep?" he mumbles tiredly.

I shake my head. "Mm. Too much on my mind to sleep," I say softly as I flip one of my photos over to glance at it.

"I can help with that you know," he arches his eyebrow with a smirk on his face while walking deeper into the room where he closes the door and turns me around carefully.

I spread my legs open so that he can stand between them as I tug him closer to bend the upper half of his body to me. "Is that right, Mr. Whitlock?"

Jasper begins to drag the tip of his nose against my jaw all the way up to my temple where he places a soft kiss at. "That's correct, Isabella," he drags my full name out making me shiver. "How about we go to the bedroom where I can show you how much I can help you," he places kisses on me until my earlobe where he takes it between his teeth and nibbles forcing a soft moan from me.

"I think that is an excellent idea," I whisper, tilting my head until I can get access to his mouth which I cover with my own.

I'm quickly hoisted up into Jasper's arms just as his tongue peaks out to trace my bottom lip seeking access. I happily grant it to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth as my hands tangle into his silky-smooth hair.

"Fuck," he hisses as I get pressed up against the hallway wall roughly.

I giggle. "Not yet we're not," I tell him, my voice coated with amusement. I take this moment to tug his undershirt up and over his head quickly, dragging my short nails against his chest.

His own hands make quick work of my pajama shorts, revealing my nakedness underneath to him making him groan in pleasure as he buries his face between my legs. I let out an embarrassing loud moan as my torso bends over and my hands anchor themselves in his hair once again. Jasper gently sucks my little ball of nerves as his hand reaches up and his fingers tease my entrance playfully.

All the while, I whither above him unable to control my movements as I grind against his mouth and as he adds his middle finger into the mix, I'm a complete needy and wanting mess as I try to reach unsuccessfully down to grasp his member through his basketball shorts.

"Jasper!" I whine out as he sudden has the both of us on the floor.

Jasper smiles up at me wickedly. "I didn't get to have desert after dinner, let me enjoy this."

Just then the phone rings from downstairs making the two of us jump and the unexpected noise. It's almost three in the morning, who would be calling this late? Jasper doesn't seem to want to answer as his mouth reconnects with my dripping core making me come back to our situation. Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth as his own teeth gently scrape my bottom lips forcing another moan from me.

"Need you," I groan as I try to shift to get on top of him.

The only thing I am successful in is flipping us to that I am straddling his face. His smile widens as I gasp at the different angle his now two inserted fingers take inside my core. Trying to move once again, his left arm wraps around my waist to hold me firmly all the while his thumb comes around to rub circles against my clit.

"Not fair," I moan as my hips move on their own accord. "Please, Jasper," I beg him.

As if I weigh nothing, Jasper has me quickly turned around on his face, so I make quick work of getting him out of his shorts and into my mouth. I'm so eager that I have him to the back of my throat within seconds, moaning around him eliciting a groan and buck of his hips. Jasper suddenly curls his fingers to massage that sweet spot within making me jerk my hips and suck him harder.

He's panting underneath me as he mutters a string of profanities. "Cum, Isabella," he growls at me.

"Ughn," I grunt around him as I begin to scrape my teeth against him. Heat suddenly shoots throughout my body as his hand gives my butt a firm smack. I cum. Hard.

"Oh, yes," I can hear the smirk in his voice. "Good girl, give it to me," he grunts as his tongue shoots out to clean me up all the while I keep pumping him.

Jasper carefully pulls me unwillingly away from his cock to pin me quickly underneath his body once more except he buries himself inside me. I'm sure that my eyes roll clear to the back of my head as I grasp onto Jaspers shoulder all the while hitching my leg up over his hip. The phone downstairs begins to ring once again but we are both too far gone to care this time around. Seriously, nobody in their right mind is awake at three in the morning people!

I'm sure to have rug burn in the actual morning. It's a price I'm willing to pay to make love like this with the man I love. My tank top is yanked off to expose my breasts just before Jasper's mouth covers my left breast and his hand covers my right, kneading it gently.

"Oh, Jasper," I moan softly, digging my hands in his hair trying to pull him up to my mouth.

It's not long before his movements become more frantic, and he finally lets me drag his face back to mine. I shove my tongue in his mouth, moaning softly as I taste myself on him. He fights me for dominance and quickly wins as my hand trails down to where we meet and spread some juices around my fingers to rub against myself. Jasper's breathing is coming out in straggled puffs as he concentrates hard, pun intended, on not coming undone without me.

Suddenly my insides explode, my body jerks all the while Jasper grinds into me even harder than before, rotating his hips to hit even deeper to simultaneously hit just the right spot within me to make an ungodly noise come out of my throat. I see literal stars behind my eyelids.

"Oh, holy mother of God!" he grunts out still pumping into me continuously.

I'm a whimpering sensitive mess by the time either of us begin to slow our movements against one another.

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman."

Letting out a strangled laugh, I hear the phone begin ringing once again. I frown. "Who the hell keeps calling this late at night?" I grumble.

"I don't know, but whoever it is needs a good ass kicking," he replies, slowly peeling himself off my body.

"I was comfortable, you know," I tell him disapprovingly.

Chuckling, Jasper kicks off his shorts fully before proceeding to pick me up off the floor with ease to walk us into the bedroom. Nuzzling my cheek, he lays me down in the middle of the bed and climbs on top of my once more this time, settling between my legs carefully and laying his head down between my breasts. Looking at the nightstand on his side of the bed, I notice that the clock reads three forty-five in the morning.

"HEY! THIS IS YOUR BROTHER! ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE YOU ASSHAT! IT'S IMPORTANT! I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU AND BELLA HAVEN'T SLEPT THROUGH ALL OF MY PHONE CALLS. CALL ME BACK FUCKER!" Sounds through the answering machine from downstairs faintly but very loud and clear.

Jasper is up and reaching for his cell phone while I quickly go to the closet to grab fresh clothes. Even though Jasper has retired from the force, Peter hasn't- says he's just not ready and that's okay with Jasper or so he says. Slipping into the bathroom I clean myself up a bit and slip into a fresh pair of panties and yoga shorts and a tank top. Coming back out I notice Jasper has his cell phone in his hand and he's looking down at it as if it's going to start doing summersaults or something.

"Is everything okay?" I question quietly walking up and handing him the change of clothing.

He looks up almost startled, as if he hadn't heard me come back into the bedroom from our ensuite bathroom. "Marcus Volturi was murdered."

I pause and replay his words. Marcus Volturi was murdered. Two dead. Two of the Volturi are dead! Marcus Volturi is dead. I no longer need to worry about that vile scum of the earth creature.

"Bella?" Jasper says cautiously.

I look at him, not really seeing him completely. My knees buckle from beneath me and had Jasper not been right there, I am sure I would've fallen hard to the floor. As it is, Jasper easily catches me and quickly deposits me back onto the bed before leaving me alone for a couple of minutes and coming back where he lays down with me.

"You're okay, darlin," he whispers soothingly. "I love you; I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, take your time."

I'm tucking myself tightly to his chest, clinging to him much as I had clung Edward to me that horrendous night.

"I love you," Jasper reaffirms to me. "You're doing great, just take deep breaths in and out," he continues. It reminds me of our first months in the house and together.

Marcus Volturi is no longer living. He, much like Edward, is now among the deceased.

"Jasper?" I rasp out with my heart beginning to pound in my chest.

"What is it, darlin?" his reply is soft in my ear as his hand tucks my hair away from my face.

"C- h- "I break off with a frustrated sigh. "Can they try to put this one on me too?"

"Isabella," his voice is stern. "This isn't your doing and Demetri attacked you. Self-defense. Neither death is on you."

Flashes of the second horrendous night threaten to overtake me as tears well up in my eyes. Jasper tightens his hold on me, rolling me over to get on top of me, gently pinning me to the bed and gently placing his hands to cup my face.

"Come back to me, darlin. Let me see those beautiful chocolate orbs you possess," Jasper wipes my tears.

A/N: Ooo! Not just one death, but possibly two deaths on Bella's hands? How much could she possibly withstand? We shall be seeing Demetri sometime soon. Until next time!

-bellcullen166