Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

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A/N: This scene takes place at dawn on the day that begins chapter 'Paper Cuts' from Where the Lines Overlap - Season 2 - Looking Up, which explains Carlisle's teasing of the boys that morning.

Where the Lines Overlap

All We Know

~~ Jasper ~~

Bolder

We started by talking about Luke.
I felt myself getting upset and suspicious right away, jumping to conclusions before Edward even had the chance to explain.
My attitude shifted the entire conversation, and he reacted instantly—indignant, furious with how I was handling things.
Before long, our voices were raised, anger spilling into every word. Then, amidst the accusations flying back and forth, Allegra's name surfaced.
The room grew colder; the air heavier.
Edward's face twisted in disappointment. Mine was still tight with anger. He tried to reason with me, but I had already lost control. I was yelling, demanding, trying to dominate both him and the situation—jealousy and arrogance driving me.

I saw the exact moment the light in his eyes dimmed, watched as everything became too much for him. He went quiet, letting me rant as he waited. When I finally stopped, breathless from shouting, he just looked at me, tears filling his eyes.

"I can't do this anymore," he said softly, the weight of his words sinking in before I could react. "We're done."

I felt the ground fall out from under me. A cold, sinking sensation gripped me, my body swaying as thick tears filled my eyes, spilling down my face. Edward, defeated, bowed his head and turned away.
I stood there, frozen, watching him get farther and farther, his shape blurring until he disappeared into the dark.

"No!" I screamed, the sound ripping out of me in terror. But it was too late. "Please, angel… Please don't." My voice broke, weak and desperate. "Edward… don't leave me…"
I gasped for air as the words escaped, knowing he wouldn't hear me. "No, baby, please, please…" But he was already gone.

I cried, uncontrollably. Painfully. The sobs tore from my throat, and the tears fell hard.
My chest ached so much I could barely breathe, my body trembling violently until I couldn't stay upright any longer. I collapsed to my knees.

Suddenly, I felt someone shaking me gently, a warmth spreading through the numbness that held me captive.

"Hon, wake up…" His voice reached through the darkness like a soft, calming melody. "Jazz, it's just a nightmare. Open your eyes, love…"

I felt his hands, warm and tender, cupping my face, wiping away the fear and the remnants of the dream. Slowly, I opened my eyes, meeting those familiar grayish-blue irises I loved so much.

"It was just a bad dream," he whispered, his words gentle, soothing as he brushed the tears from my cheeks. "I'm here, honey. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be with you."

He didn't wait for me to answer. His lips were on mine before I could speak, soft and slow.

Edward's lips brushed against mine, soft and insistent, dissolving the remnants of fear as warmth radiated through me, anchoring me to his love. His hands slid around my neck as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth, gently sucking.

I could feel the warmth of his chest just above mine, the heat radiating from him pulling me closer.

I responded without thinking, my body moving with instinctive need.

My hands found his hips, gripping them as I tugged him closer, urging him to hover above me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down until his weight pressed against me, our bodies flush.

The kiss deepened, the urgency between us shifting. The tenderness faded, replaced by something more intense. Edward wasn't soothing me anymore—he wanted me, and I wanted him just as fiercely.

His tongue pressed into my mouth, swirling against mine in a frantic, anxious rhythm.

Edward's body pinned me to the mattress with no restraint, his hips undulating against mine at a steadily building pace.

Aah… the feeling of him—so heavy, so tall, so broad. He surrounded me, his presence overwhelming, and I loved it. The weight of him, the strength of him, pressing into me—it was everything.

Instinctively, my hips bucked off the mattress, seeking friction, pushing up against Edward's pelvis. He moaned into my mouth, the sound igniting something fierce inside me.

I repeated the motion, feeling just how hard he was. Unable to hold back, I slid my hands down his broad back and into his sleep pants, gripping his ass tightly and pulling his hips harder against mine.

Edward broke the kiss, lifting his head and exhaling in a long, shaky breath.

"Need you, honey…" His voice came out as a whimper, his eyes locking onto mine while he ground against me, our cocks rubbing together through the fabric. "Going crazy here."

"Need you too…" I gasped, feeling the desperation in my own voice. "Need to feel you, babe…"

Edward leaned down, his gaze darkened with desire, lips parted as he prepared to kiss me again. His hands slid to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair as he held me in place, his breath ghosting over my lips.

But before he could close the distance, I seized the moment and flipped us over. My turn to take control.

Yeah, he was bigger and stronger, but once I had him aroused like this, Edward always melted beneath me.

A startled laugh escaped him, his eyes gleaming with surprise. I settled between his legs, gazing down at him, captivated as always by how utterly beautiful he was. That familiar rush of emotion surged inside me, my blood pounding in my veins, my heart swelling, but this time it felt more intense, more powerful.

He must have sensed it because his expression grew serious, pupils dilating as he watched me, and the hunger in me grew—urgent, wild, stronger than ever.

"I need to feel you." The words left my lips before I could stop them, my voice thick with need. "All of you."

Edward swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and something inside me snapped.

Without a second thought, I dipped my head, latching onto his neck, sucking hard.

His hands stayed tangled in my hair, but he only pressed them gently against my scalp, whispering, "Don't stop," over and over as his body writhed beneath me.

Oh God, I wanted him so badly. I wanted to consume him, to taste every inch of him. His skin was smooth, intoxicating, and his scent... I couldn't get enough of it.

There was nothing holding me back.

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His chest heaved, breaths shallow and quick.

"You're so damn beautiful," I murmured, the words slipping out on their own. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leaned into my touch.

Slowly, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Deliberately, I leaned down and began to explore his torso with my tongue, tasting his skin like it was the most exquisite thing in the world.

"Oh my God…" he gasped, his breath hot against my skin, and I couldn't help but smile, relishing the power I held over him.

I moved lower, dragging my tongue over every inch of his body, savoring the heat and the taste of him, already anticipating what I wanted next.

By the time I reached his abdomen, my mouth was watering, his scent overwhelming me, his hard length pressing against my chest. I bit gently at the skin near his belly button, my tongue swirling and dipping into it, and Edward's body tensed, a low hum escaping his throat. His hands tightened in my hair, pressing me closer, his body trembling beneath mine.

I was so damn turned on. A delicious heat pooled low in my stomach at the thought of seeing him squirm under my touch, under the warmth of my mouth, every muscle in my body humming with need.

I craved to feel him inside me—to suck him. The desire had been building for some time, but until now, I hadn't mustered the courage to act on it.

But tonight felt different—a spark of courage ignited within me, urging me to push past my hesitations. Tonight, I was ready to take another step in our sexual relationship.

I licked my lips, pulling away just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were closed until he sensed the absence of my touch, and when they opened, they locked onto mine, filled with anticipation.

As our gazes connected, I slowly lowered his sleep pants.

His cock sprang free, hot against my chest, eliciting a low groan from Edward and a soft gasp from my lips as desire surged through me.
Still holding his stare, I traced my fingertips along his shaft, marveling at the silky texture beneath my touch, my mouth watering with anticipation. He hissed, and the sound made my own cock twitch, leaking against my flannel pants.

I wanted this. I craved it fiercely. But suddenly, a flicker of nervousness crept in—what if I did something wrong?

The memory of Mark's encouragement echoed in my mind. He had given me pointers, and although this was my first time and it was natural to feel apprehensive, recalling his words bolstered my resolve as I drew closer, pushing past my nerves.

The desire coursing through me was too strong to resist.

I turned my focus back to Edward, gazing at his long, thick cock just inches from me. I licked my lips again, and I heard him gasp, realization dawning as I lowered myself closer. His hands began to loosen their grip on my hair, sliding down to my shoulders, his breath quickening with every inch I approached.

When my mouth was just inches from him, I couldn't help myself; my tongue darted out, teasingly flicking against the pink head of his cock. I licked slowly, tentatively, savoring the taste and texture.

And I loved it. Oh, how I loved it.

Edward's fingers dug into my shoulders as he exhaled heavily, then panted, letting out a low moan.

Heat surged through me like a shockwave. I held the base of his shaft loosely, lifting my gaze to meet his.

"Oh, fuck…" he muttered, our eyes locking in an electric connection.

With a deep breath, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking him carefully into my mouth.

Edward's mouth formed a perfect "O" as he squeezed his eyes shut, panting loudly. I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation of him filling my mouth.

"Holy fuck, Jazz…" he gasped. "Your mouth is so hot…"

I couldn't help but smile around him, feeling bolder. Then, I began sucking him, slowly bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the head, and dipping it gently into the slit. I hollowed my cheeks as I took as much of his shaft as I could into my mouth.

Edward chanted incoherent words, punctuated by moans and hisses. It wasn't until I noticed that I was moaning and humming around him that I realized the effect this was having on me.

I kept my pace unhurried, not wanting to hurt him with my eagerness, but the intensity was building with each moment.

"So good… So… good…" His first clear words in a while spurred me on. Yes, I agreed with him—this was so fucking good!

I wasn't sure if it was because he was the person I loved, the owner of my heart and soul, or if it was simply the act itself. Maybe it was both. But in that moment, it didn't matter; it was fucking delightful, and I was mesmerized by how good it felt to pleasure my man.

"Jazz…" Edward panted heavily. "Babe… if you keep this pace… I'll…" He paused to inhale sharply. "Oh, fuck!"

His cock throbbed against my tongue, and that's how I knew he was close.

Though I didn't stop my movements, uncertainty crept in. This was my first time sucking my boyfriend off, and I was unsure what to do. I didn't want to halt, but swallowing was a whole different question.

"Jazz…" His tone was almost desperate now, his body rigid beneath me. "Hon, I'm gonna cum… I can't hold off…"

In a fleeting moment of clarity, I realized it was better not to try swallowing this time. I didn't know what to expect, and I certainly didn't want him to think I was disgusted if I choked.

With a soft pop, I released him, my heart pounding as I sat back on my heels, reluctant to break the connection we shared, letting his hands slide from my shoulders to the mattress. I pumped his cock quickly, just as I knew would drive him to the edge, watching his gorgeous face as he succumbed to the pleasure I was giving him.

My own cock throbbed painfully in my sleep pants, ignored by both of us, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to see Edward lose himself completely, like he did the day after our date. I yearned to make him soar, to hear him scream my name, my own body humming with anticipation as I watched him teeter on the brink.

"Oh shit!" he hissed, his chest heaving and skin reddening, fists clutching the bedding for dear life. "Cuming… Holy fuck, I…"

He paused, mouth ajar, eyes squeezed shut, his upper body arching toward the ceiling.
My heart raced wildly, a drumbeat in my ears, as the world narrowed to just him, his pleasure, and the intoxicating thrill of our connection.

Then, bliss.

"Oh, Jasper!" he roared. "Holy fuck, I love you!"

He trembled beneath me as I rode out his orgasm with my hand, grinning like a lovesick idiot, reveling in the fact that I had just given my boyfriend a blowjob. A rush of pride surged through me, exhilaration flooding my veins as I reveled in the pleasure I had given him.

I continued pumping him until he was completely spent, letting go of his softening cock as he hissed low. I leaned my body against his, ignoring the mess of cum on my hand and his stomach, burying my head in his neck and hugging him tightly. I kissed just below his left ear before murmuring, "I love you more."

He laughed weakly, hugging me back, turning his head until our noses touched.

"That was the most amazing blowjob I've ever received," he said, his voice low and impassioned. "You're really good at this. I think you're a natural…"

I pushed away slightly to look into his eyes.

"You really think so?" My cheeks burned. "I couldn't even…"

He placed a finger over my lips, silencing me.

"You were perfect," he said seriously. "You loved me. You loved my body like no one ever has… I could feel it, Jazz."

I ducked my head in embarrassment, but Edward wasn't having it. He took my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look back at him.

"Why are you like this?" He sounded a bit worried. "You didn't like doing it?"

I hurried to ease his mind. I didn't want him thinking I hadn't enjoyed myself while pleasing him.

"Of course I did! Don't be silly." I said quickly, taking his face in my hands and resting our foreheads together. "I'm just… a little… I don't know… self-conscious?" I shrugged. "I just sucked you off…" I let out a nervous laugh, and he chuckled softly. "But it was definitely amazing."

He caressed my lower lip with his thumb, his expression turning serious.

"But you didn't cum…"

"I don't mind…" I shrugged again. "That was about you, not me. I just wanted to feel you, to please you, to make you lose yourself for a moment. I never thought I'd say this, let alone mean it, but… I get off on pleasuring you."

His smile was natural, but his eyes held so much love that my breath caught in my throat.

"I love the way you love me," he said, his intensity sending goosebumps racing across my skin. "And I love loving you. I love everything about us… and I love you like crazy…"

"I love you so much, E…" The words slipped out, my heart swelling inside my chest. "You have no idea… I can't think of myself without you."

"You don't have to. If it's up to me, we will never be apart." His words felt like a promise.

He kissed me lightly, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pulling me impossibly closer.

"I'm yours, Jazz," he affirmed, nibbling my bottom lip. "I've always been yours, even before I understood my feelings for you… and I'll always be yours."

"Promise?" I pleaded, feeling a bit ridiculous.

But who was I kidding? For the sake of having him with me forever, I'd kneel and beg if he wanted me to.

He laughed softly, looking deep into my eyes. With his killer smile—the one that made my whole body wobble—he vowed,

"I promise I'll always love you, Jasper. No matter what happens with us… my heart is yours. You stole it long ago. It's yours, and it will always be." He sighed gently. "You know all that. Why are you so unsure all of a sudden?"

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. My uncertainty had a name and a face, but I didn't want to bring him into our moment.

"It's nothing, I'm just a bit anxious…" The understatement of the year, especially with everything weighing on my mind. "But I don't want to talk about it. I want to think about nothing else besides us right now." I knew my eyes were pleading, but I craved our connection and his affection.

He caressed my cheek gently, understanding clear in his eyes.
I kissed him tenderly, and for a long, immeasurable moment, we simply held each other.
We kissed and caressed, hugged tightly, and pressed ourselves together, exchanging countless "I love yous."

And then the sweetness began to recede, slowly giving way to an escalating passion.

"I want to touch you…" Edward murmured against my lips, one hand slipping inside my flannel bottoms, stroking my butt with increasing urgency. "I want to feel you too."

I smiled against his mouth and released the grip I had on his waist. In a swift motion, he lunged toward me, flipping us so I found myself on my back, underneath him.

My shirt was still on, but not for long. Edward pulled it sharply from my torso, his impatience evident. I let out a soft laugh, but it faded as I noticed the intensity in his gaze. I could sense his intentions, and it made me melt, leaving me suddenly vulnerable to his desires.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" he whispered, his eyes roaming over my body. "You're an Adonis…"

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn't have time to dwell on my embarrassment. As soon as his words escaped his lips, his mouth was on one of my nipples.

"Fuck!" I moaned, a wave of warmth spreading through my chest.

Edward nipped and sucked until my nipples were so sensitive that I shivered at the slightest touch of his tongue. He then traveled south, licking his way down my abs until he reached the waistband of my sleep pants.

I held my breath as he shifted, his knees trapping my legs between them. I knew what he was planning, and I was desperate for him to reciprocate.

He pushed my pajama bottoms down sharply, and my cock sprang free, swaying and thudding against my lower abdomen.

I gasped.

Edward regarded my cock with a fierce stare, his expression so serious it sent a thrilling jolt through my core. Then, he wrapped both hands around me.

"Holy fucking shit…" I breathed, heaving as I focused intently on his hands.

He stroked me slowly, his fingers gliding along my length. I panted, the urgency inside me building, until I suddenly felt the absence of his touch.

I whined when he let go, rising to stand at the foot of the bed in all his naked glory. He tossed my bottoms over his shoulder and returned to me, pushing my thighs open with his knees. He settled between them, gripping my hip bone with one hand while the other wrapped around the base of my cock.

I propped myself on my elbows, my heart thundering in my chest as he began to lean down. I bit my bottom lip, my breath caught in anticipation. His mouth was slightly ajar, his gaze fixed on me as he descended. I held my breath, and then his lips brushed against the head of my dick, leaving soft teasing kisses along the sensitive skin. I exhaled heavily, excitement coursing through me.

"Tell me how you feel…" he murmured, pausing just before he engulfed my cock in his hot mouth all at once.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I yelped as a powerful sensation surged through me, making me collapse against the mattress, breathless, and my eyes shut tightly.

He took me almost to the base, then slid back to the tip, his cheeks tightening around my shaft.

"I'll stop if you don't tell me…" he warned again. I quickly raised my head to meet his gaze.

His eyes were locked on mine as his pink tongue darted enticingly, swirling around the head of my cock.

"Please, don't," I breathed, desperation creeping into my voice. "Don't stop, babe…"

"Then tell me," he demanded seriously, then took me into his mouth again, almost to the hilt, his stare intense, the deep gray in his eyes gleaming as they held my gaze.

"I—I…" I stammered, struggling to find my words. He was driving me crazy with his hard sucking and that piercing look. "I feel…" I inhaled sharply, exhaling heavily as I tried to gather my thoughts. "I feel like I'm going mad… Your mouth on me…" A deep sigh escaped my lips. "It's so…" My voice broke into a loud moan as he licked my shaft, from base to head, slowly and tantalizingly, his eyes still boring into mine.

Those striking silver jewels only intensified the experience. My entire body buzzed with wild heat; I felt like I was on fire inside, a bit lightheaded from the pleasure.

"It's so what?" he asked, his tone low, never breaking the rhythm of his licking or his gaze.

Damn, he was hot—sexy, beautiful, and alluring with that earnest expression on his flawless face and his delicious tongue lapping at my shaft.

"It's incredible…" I blurted out, a groan escaping me. "It's amazing… You're amazing."

He simply smiled his dazzling smile before engulfing me once more, this time closing his eyes. He sucked my length more intensely, The inside of his cheeks flushed against my skin as he descended.

I gasped. My moans grew louder and more desperate as sensations flooded me. I couldn't keep quiet; the blood rushed through my veins, igniting every cell in its path. My heart pounded in my ears, thumping in my temples, hammering in my chest. But most of all, Edward's heat enveloped me, radiating through my skin, igniting every nerve, starting from my cock.

In a tantalizing upward motion, Edward grazed his teeth along my shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. My hands flew to his head, fingers entangling in his locks. I was torn between pushing him against me to quicken the pace and holding him still to prolong the bliss.

Before I could decide, Edward began pistoning his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks with intense pressure. Precum seeped from me, a testament to my heightened sensitivity. The head of my cock tapped the back of his throat repeatedly, and I fleetingly noted how he wasn't gagging.

Wildfire coiled in my core; if he maintained that enthralling rhythm, I wouldn't last. My body craved more speed, but I realized that would only lead to a quick end. I didn't want this exquisite feeling to be over so soon.

I tugged at his hair, careful not to hurt him.

"Babe…" I panted. "Slow down… I'll cum too fast…"

Instead of slowing down, Edward sucked me in earnest, as if my words spurred him on. Sparkling dots appeared before my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Fuck, Edward…" I grunted, utterly breathless. "C-close… T-too close…"

That was the trigger. He sucked harder, if that was even possible, moaning and humming around me, grazing my cock with his teeth on each upward stroke, practically swallowing me every time the head of my cock reached his throat. Damn, he was good! The way he worked me with such expertise left me in awe. I knew he hadn't done this before; it was his first time giving a blowjob too.

He maintained a tantalizing pace as I moaned crazily, until my cock jerked between his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, a rush of electricity tingling through my body with every pulse of anticipation.

"Aah… Gonna…" I mumbled mid-moan, my abs constricting and my lower abdomen tightening.

He fondled my balls and teased my perineum, his mouth swallowing me whole, every movement deliberate and electrifying. That was the final touch. I gasped, exploding in ecstasy as the climax hit me like a wrecking ball, spreading burning heat all over me, consuming me completely.

I didn't have time to warn Edward properly or make any movement to spare him. I was long gone, roaring his name as the best orgasm of my life rocketed through me.

I was floating, flying, falling from an abyss. I felt so light, like I was detached from my body. It was as if I were in outer space, hitting nirvana.

It took an immeasurable amount of time for my senses to return, When I finally did, all I could feel was his lips still wrapped around me, sucking softly now. He spread tender, feathery kisses along my stomach, then up my chest and face, until he reached my waiting lips.

His tongue entered my mouth hungrily, and I matched his eagerness, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

There it was—the faint taste of my cum on his tongue, proving he hadn't feared this new act between us, unlike me.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, sharing this new intimacy, my hands and legs trapping him against me.

"This was amazing…" I murmured in a lazy, hoarse voice, just before we pulled apart. "How could you… how did you know how to do all that?"

"I've been wanting to do this for some time…" He chuckled. "So I kinda… prepared myself."

"How…?" I whispered, curiosity and amazement saturating my tone.

"Well, I researched a little…" He shrugged. "I also talked to my father and… Luke." I held back a flinch. "And I'm a man too, so I obviously know all the right spots and what feels good, Jazz. Knowing your sensitive spots and what you like helps a lot…"

"You swallowed…" I said, still sounding awed.

Edward blushed and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him.

"I just didn't want to stop…" His tone suggested he wore a smile. "It felt too good to have you like that…"

"Is it… weird?" I asked hesitantly. "The taste…"

He shook his head slightly.

"No. It's actually good." His tone held subtle surprise. "Salty and strong… and the texture is… difficult to describe. It felt like swallowing oysters."

We both chuckled at that.

I turned my head to him and kissed his temple. He craned his neck a little, offering me his lips, which I kissed tenderly.

"I love you…" I murmured between kisses. "I know I might sound like a broken record, but… I love you so much, E… more than words can capture."

"It doesn't matter how often you say it; I'll never get tired of hearing it… I love you too, hon…" He responded, spreading light kisses along my jaw and neck. "I love you more than I can describe or show… there aren't enough gestures or words."

He returned to my face, looking into my eyes with longing.

"You're my life, Jasper…" he whispered, and the intensity of his words and expression left no room for doubt.

My heart pounded so fast it felt like a drum in my chest, and tears brimmed in my eyes, overflowing with love. I touched his face tenderly.

"You're my life too, E… you're all I want and will ever want."

He rested his head on my chest, his body fitting perfectly against mine, like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. I closed my eyes, feeling sated, loved, and sheltered.

And that's how we fell asleep, entwined in each other's warmth.