BPOV
THREE YEARS AGO
"Focus, Isabella!" Jasper growls at me. "You can't be thinking about everything else when it could mean life or death for you."
I let out my own growl of frustration towards Jasper as I tear off the punching gloves and toss them to the side. On top of teaching me self-defense, he thought it to be a good to begin using punching bags along with himself so I can gain strength and right now we're using him. It's impossible to concentrate and we've been at this for hours and I'm getting even more and more angrier as the days pass by getting closer and closer to my wedding anniversary. What makes me even angrier, is that my attraction to Jasper just keeps getting strong with each passing day and the only time I sleep well is when we sleep tucked together.
"We've been at this for hours," I exclaim angrily.
"The bad guys don't care how tired you are," Jasper says wiping his sweat dampened hair away from his face.
"Hence why they're called bad guys, huh?" I retort sarcastically. "I'm going to take a shower now."
While I trudge up the basement stairs, I can hear Jasper whisper a soft apology before beginning to hit the punching bag himself. Double checking the chili in the kitchen to make sure it's turning out well, I make my way up to the bedroom I now simply shower and change clothes in. Grabbing a pair of maroon cotton panties with see through lace on the hips and a matching bra before going to the bathroom and starting up the shower. Stripping off my sweaty clothes, I step into the steaming hot spray of the water and allow it to relax me.
I make quick work of washing then conditioning my hair before I shave and wash my body before rinsing to get out. Drying off my body, I slip on my matching undergarments before twisting my hair up in a towel to dry. Stepping out of the bathroom I go back into the bedroom to the closet to grab out a maroon velvet sweat outfit, a black tank top to go underneath the jacket. Slipping the items on, I go and brush out my now damp hair, opting to leave it down before heading downstairs to the living room.
I must've dozed off because the next thing I know, a blanket is getting placed over me.
"Shh," his soft voice whispers in my ear. "Go back to sleep, I'm going to take a shower."
I think I mumble something but at this point I can't be too sure as exhaustion began to take back over me. When I wake up next the TV is on and playing a re-run of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
"Sleeping Beauty finally awakens," murmurs Jasper who I am just realizing is sitting next to me with my legs thrown over him.
My face reddens. "Sorry," I mutter. "What time is it?" I question sitting up to get my bearings together again.
"Almost seven-thirty," he informs me. "The chili is done so I put the pot on warm and made the cornbread."
I frown slightly but shake my head. "I could've done that, Jasper. You didn't have to."
Jasper chuckles. "I wasn't about to wake you up. It looked like you were sleeping peacefully, I didn't want to disturb that."
"Well, I don't smell that you burnt it this time," I tell him lightly before standing up. "Let's go see the damage, shall we?"
"Hey, I'm not that bad of a cook," he tries to defend himself standing up and walking with me into the kitchen.
"Very true," I admit. "However, your baking could use some improvement," I continue with a small laugh as I see the automatic problem of the cornbread. By the looks of it, he used more than one box but only baked it long enough for one box worth bread as it dips down significantly in the middle.
"That bad?" he winces.
"Only if you want to end up with some food poisoning," I turn around after dragging my finger through the doughy middle of the bread to show him it isn't done.
"It said twenty odd minutes!" he says disapprovingly while grabbing out a couple of bowls and spoons for the chili.
I snort. "How many boxes did you prepare though?"
"Two…"
I raise an eyebrow but keep silent. He doesn't understand. I laugh. "So, you mean you're a detective- one who can solve crimes, but you don't know you need to double the time in baking something when doubling the amount of product?"
"Well in my defense they don't teach you baking in the academy," Jasper grumbles poking me in the side.
"Sure, sure," I reply. "I'll grab the crackers and get us some drinks."
Working together, we quickly get sat at the island with our bowls of chili and a couple of packs of crackers with a beer for each of us. Even though earlier had been a bit tense between the two of us, everything has calmed down enough to have comfortable silence as we eat. Of course, my thoughts don't allow for comfortable silence in my head for long. Everything just runs through my head left and right, not allowing me to have any sense of peace making my mood begin to shift again.
I clean up our dishes as Jasper locks up our locked-up house and shuts everything off before coming back in to find me leaned up against the counter with my arms crossed. Walking up to me, his hands pull me to his body, arms then wrapping around my shoulders to embrace me. Allowing his comfort, I sigh into his chest, ignoring the sensation that pulls into the pit of my stomach.
"Come on, let's go relax," he murmurs.
I follow Jasper up to his room slightly reluctant. Once we get into the bedroom he as always, closes and locks the door behind us before gently pushing me onto the bed. Jasper walks into his bathroom and I can hear him digging around for something before coming out with a bottle of lotion. I arch an eyebrow in question, but he simply crawls onto the bed and reaches for my leg, carefully lifting up my pant leg to my knee and pumping some lotion into his hands to warm up. I take notice of it being a new bottle as he needs to pump the head a few times for the lotion to come out.
Rubbing his hands together to warm up the sweet-smelling lotion, he begins to rub his hands along my legs. Leaning back against the pillows, I watch intently as he carefully rubs my legs, up and down, up and down. My arms get tugged out of their jacket and he soon begins his work on my arms and hands next.
"What were you before you were a detective? A personal masseuse?" I joke as my eyelids get heavy.
Jasper chuckles. "Hush it you, or I'll be forced to tickle you to death."
I peak an eye open. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would," he smirks and readies his hands in a motion to let me know he would do just that.
"I'll shut up," I laugh.
-O- -O-
It's around eleven o'clock as I roll over still wide awake to watch Jaspers sleeping form twitch slightly as he dreams. Times like these are what have me wishing it was acceptable for me to feel the way I do towards this goddess before me. I lightly trace the pout of his lips, relishing in the way he lets out a sound of contentment. Not allowing myself to get too carried away, I slip out of bed carefully, deciding to get out some of my energy and anger at myself, I go get changed into a pair of shorts and sports bra with a tank top before making my way down to the basement.
I run on the treadmill until I can't anymore before trading up for the boxing gloves and bag. The music that I have blaring in my ears keep me from hearing when Jasper comes walking down but his hand on my shoulder forces me to swing my arm around on him in freight. Of course I miss him, however his face does deem itself as impressed momentarily.
Yanking out my earbuds panting I say, "What are you doing up?" I continue to take off the gloves and put them to the side, wiping off my sweaty hands.
"I could ask you the same," he retorts. "Besides, you're not even coordinating yourself correctly on that bag."
My eyes narrow at him. "I didn't ask you to come down to criticize me, thank you."
Jasper lets out a frustrated sigh as he walks me up to the mirrored wall. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'm trying to help you?"
At this point my anger has come back full force as I push against his chest, but he doesn't budge. "I didn't ask for your help," I tell him angrily. I also didn't ask to have the feelings of wanting to jump your bones either.
He now has me pushed up against the mirrored wall, his body deliciously close to mine making me hold my breath in anticipation as to what will happen next. His face gets impossibly close to mine, for a moment I feel a surge of panic before I squash it down. Jasper wouldn't hurt me; he wouldn't do anything I wouldn't want. I tilt my chin up defiantly, making him smirk at something.
"So that's why you're angry," he murmurs, trailing a hand gently up my arm which creates goosebumps in its wake. "Do you even know it yourself?"
I swallow thickly, refusing to answer for a moment to buy me some time. "I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about, Detective," I say trying to put him in his place. It doesn't work.
"Was I a detective in your dreams a few nights ago as well?" he questions with his hand reaching its destination of curling itself behind my neck. "Was I a detective in your dreams all those other nights you moaned my name in your sleep?"
Damn me and my sleep talking! I subconsciously press my legs together as my face heats up all the way down to my chest. I knew eventually I would get caught, how he kept it a secret to himself for so long I'll never know. Jasper's mouth is now way too close for me not to want to kiss him. Resist! Ugh, but I really don't want to!
"Well?" he prompts me once again as his eyes gaze down at my mouth, watching as I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. His hand comes up to carefully press his thumb against my chin and tug down gently to force me into releasing said bottom lip.
"No," I finally reply all the while feeling my skin heat up even more than I thought possible.
"No what, Isabella?" Jasper releases a breath I don't think even he had known he was holding. "Say it. Out loud."
How much more flushed is it possible for me to get? I have a feeling that at this point I don't want to know. Somehow though, I muster up the courage to look Jasper straight in his blazing blue eyes to reply, "No, Jasper, you were not a detective in my dreams."
"Thank fuck," his mouth smashes to mine none too gently but right now I don't care about his mouth being gentle, just that it's on me finally.
I moan softly, my hands reaching up to tangle tightly into his golden locks where I then proceed to yank him closer to me. The hand that is cupping my neck tightens a fraction, tilting my head further and deepening the kiss more so. Oh dear, this must be heaven! Stretching onto my tiptoes to get even more impossibly close to Jasper, his left arm reaches around my waist and his knees bend slightly hoisting me up. My legs wrap securely around his six-pack waist just as my body gets pinned to the wall.
Unfortunately, our kiss comes to an end as I break away when I remember I need oxygen and I had lacked breathing properly while kissing him. Fortunately for me, his mouth doesn't leave my skin but instead, leaves wet nibbles against my jawline all the way to my earlobe where he sucks it in between his teeth. I gasp, never realizing that had ever been a turn on spot for me until this point. He smirks and does it again on his way back to my mouth. My hands that had made themselves at home bring themselves to drag their nails down his own neck on either side earning me a soft groan along with a grind of his hips into me. It's my turn to smirk.
"Do you want me, Isabella?" Jasper questions, his voice thick with lust.
Did I want him? Without a doubt. But I hadn't thought as far ahead as I probably should have in this predicament as I have no clue how my mind and body are going to respond.
"Yes," I answer shakily.
"Do you trust me?" he continues, his voice now thick with need and want.
"Yes."
A/N: Call me mean all you want my lovelies but, I must end here if I want to do what I'd like! Let me know your thoughts! Until next time!
-bellacullen166
