A/N: So this is it... the end of The Bookshop... I'm seriously sad about it!!! A HUGE THANKS to everyone who has read and reviewed. You guys are awesome!!!! I loved your feedback, it made me smile every single day. Thanks most especially, to EmmaleeWrites05 and LittleLea05 who played beta for me, and always supported this fic!!!
This, in all likelihood, will not be my last J/B fic... I'm just moving on to an Em/B fic at the moment, Crashing Head On. The first chapter's up on my profile, if you're so inclined to check it out!!! It's going to be a lot of fun. I also have my entry to MissAlex's and Larin20's Lurker Challenge, Window of Opportunity, which would love your reviews/votes!!! :-)
Disclaimer: For the last time, I don't own Twilight!!!!
"Jasper, get your cute butt out here! We're going to be late!"
"Alright, alright, I'll be right there," came his muffled voice from behind the bathroom door. We were in the hotel room in Texas, getting ready for the reenactment. I'd managed to find an elaborate Civil War period costume to wear, much more realistic and elegant than the one I'd worn long ago for Halloween.
It seemed like forever ago that Jasper had been my date for Rose and Emmett's Halloween bash, when we were still getting to know each other, when we were still desperate for our first time together. I smiled at the memory of him nearly taking me against a tree in the rain. Then, we had been reluctant. Now… we'd have to make our way to a forest soon to try and recreate the scene. I blushed at my own thoughts, and turned to the present.
This dress actually reminded me a lot of Scarlett O'Hara's dress for the party at Tara. It wasn't white, because I couldn't take away from the bride, obviously, but it was a light blue with a darker blue flower print, ruffled off the shoulder sleeves, and a giant hoop skirt. I had a ridiculously large straw hat, which I would carry until absolutely necessary, and my waist was cinched with a dark blue ribbon.
I twirled around in front of the mirror, proud of myself for dressing on my own, and feeling like a proper Southern belle.
The glittering thing on my hand caught the light, catching my attention. I held my hand up closer to my face to admire the rings found there. Five years my engagement ring and wedding band had stayed on that finger. Simple and beautiful, just like my relationship with Jasper. Five years I'd been his wife, and damn if we weren't going to stay that way for a great while longer. Forever, if possible.
"OK, baby, I'm- whoa!" Jasper said, stepping out of the bathroom and freezing at the sight of me. I in turn lost my breath as I took in his form. We stared at each other intensely, looking each other up and down. I licked my lips eagerly.
Jasper was in his Confederate officer's uniform, and his honey-colored hair was falling into his eyes. There was nothing sexier than my man in uniform. I nearly swooned, and not because my "corset" was too tight. It was more of the way his eyes studied me, taking in every inch of me. I felt hot under my proverbial collar when he looked at me like that.
"Fuck me," I heard him whisper.
"What was that, dear?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear. My hands rose to my hips, in an attempt to look indignant, but instead, my hands smoothed the fabric of my dress.
I spun to give him a proper view. "You like?"
He growled, and was suddenly on me, kissing the breath out of me. One hand held me firmly to him at the small of my back, while the other ran in my hair, effectively destroying the perfect curls I'd painstakingly created.
I wanted to protest, but the way he was kissing me felt far too good. I clung to him, mindful of the buttons and pins attached. I wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and fuck him silly.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, and stared deeply into my eyes.
"How in the hell am I going to keep my mind on the battle when you look like that?" he asked mournfully.
"Well…" I said slowly, toying with his top button. I affected a Southern accent, though a poor one. "Maybe it will help you win. Think of me on that battlefield… fight for me. Fight for me, for our future family, for our good Southern pride. And when you come home, I'll be waiting for you."
He groaned, burying his face in my neck.
"Bella, you're killing me." I noted that his accent was thicker, huskier, and the thought made my panties dampen. He began kissing and nibbling at my neck, and I relished in the sensation until I realized where we were and what I was wearing.
"Jasper, no! You can give me a hickey in this dress! Everyone will see!"
He groaned in displeasure and pulled away from me.
"It's taking everything I have in me not to rip this dress and have my wicked way with you," he informed me.
"Later," I promised him, and he growled low in his throat. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
"Do you have any idea how late 'later' is? I can't wait… How much time do we have?"
"Are you serious?"
He looked at me like I was an idiot. Of course he was serious.
"Remind me why I'm fighting for you, baby. Make love to me," he said seductively. My heart nearly gave out, and my knees certainly did.
"I don't think we have time for making love…"
"Then fuck me."
I burst into laughter as he pulled me to the bed and pulled up the hem of my skirt without another word.
The hoopskirt flipped up, and whacked him directly in the face.
"Haven't fucked a Southern gal before, have you, soldier?" I asked as he blinked furiously, looking quite hilarious. He did that growling thing again. By now, my panties were drenched, and he hadn't done much more than kiss me and growl.
Sex god, I'm telling you.
I stood up to detach the hoop skirt as Jasper desperately reached for the buttons of his pants. When I was done, he reached up and pulled me back down, kissing me thoroughly.
He dipped his fingers beneath my underwear, and found that I was more than ready for him.
"Eager, are we?"
"Hell yes! Please, now!" I begged, and he granted my request after pulling off my panties.
We both groaned as he sunk into me, and we began a frantic pace, kissing furiously.
"Not… going… to… last… much… longer…" he gasped as he hitched my leg around his waist, allowing him to enter me more deeply. He continued to plow into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
"Cum with me, baby," he demanded, and pinched my clit hard.
"Ung, fuck Jasper!" I screamed, and came soon after him.
I kissed him as he pulled out, and I groaned the loss. I truly felt empty without him.
"We really are going to be late," he said, rebuttoning his pants. I hastily grabbed my panties and threw them back on, careful not to get any of our… err… fluids… onto my dress. Really should have thought that one through… But I was too well fucked to give a damn about that now.
"I love you," I said, pulling him in for a quick kiss, which turned into something more lengthy.
I simply could not get enough of this man.
We showed up the reenactment camp fifteen minutes late.
Charlotte rushed to greet me. "Bella, sweetie, I'm so glad you're here now! You look simply lovely. But… what happened to your hair?"
Her expression was so innocent, I couldn't help but blush. Upon seeing my blush, a knowing look passed over her face, and she grinned. "Ah. Never mind. I don't want to know."
We followed the crowds, and took our places underneath the shade of some trees. The Texas heat was killing me. Even after all the years of visiting Texas and sitting under the baking hot sun, I guess I had finally fully acclimated to the Pacific Northwest, because I soon became worried I was going to sweat terribly in the dress.
I'm not going to lie, I had no idea what was going on the entire time of the reenactment. I may have written several books set during the Civil War, but I knew nothing about what was going on before me. Jasper had never managed, despite his passion for war history, to distill any amount of interest in it for me, beyond his sexy uniform. Basically, I just saw a lot of people fall down in front of me in a melee of "bodies" and "shots."
And, to add insult to injury, I couldn't pick out Jasper out of the crowd. I knew he was one of the guys up on a horse, but there were enough for me to not know which one was my sexy husband. I pouted to myself.
Charlotte, Rosalie and I sat in the shade and continually fanned ourselves in the stifling heat. We were all dressed in period costumes, mainly in preparation for Gramps and Charlotte's fifth anniversary dinner, which meant extra layers. Rose looked particularly uncomfortable, as she was more than seven months pregnant with her and Emmett's second child.
Emmett had taken immediately to the idea of family, and only two years after their wedding, Rosalie was pregnant with their first child, a daughter named Kate. Tanya and Felix's son, Garrett, took an immediate liking to her, and it already seemed that at ages five and three, they were going to be married someday. Esme and Carlisle were probably back in Forks spoiling the two rotten at that very moment.
Rose was pregnant with a boy this time around, and wasn't giving out name ideas, to my dismay. I couldn't wait to be an "auntie" again.
"I can't see Emmett," Rosalie whined.
"He's probably been shot already," I said, smirking. I'll never forget the day that Jasper convinced Emmett to join his regiment and the two began traveling the country during the summers battling the Yankees. Actually, what I won't forget is the look on Rose's face when Emmett told her. She'd been pregnant then, too, and from what I heard, Emmett got denied sex for far longer than he would have preferred.
"No, wait! I think I see him!" she said excitedly, grabbing her binoculars to get a closer view. "Damn. Just some guy who probably has a hog and an American flag bandana someplace," she said crossly.
"Probably stars and bars, not stars and stripes," I said casually, causing Charlotte to laugh heartily. Rose, very maturely, stuck her tongue out at me in response.
"So, Bella, why were you and Jasper late? Don't tell me you got stuck in traffic again," Rose asked suggestively.
I really didn't want my grandmother-in-law privy to this conversation, but she also looked at me with curiosity.
"Yes, Bella, it seems you two are always late to these events. Why is that?"
I narrowed my eyes at them, and she and Rose burst into giggles. I'm sure I was beet red.
"Jasper really liked my costume," I said mildly, pretending to pay attention to the field. "And he wasn't so bad, himself."
Rose and Charlotte laughed for a good long while at that, and I ignored them.
"I can't blame you there, Bella! I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when Peter-"
"Charlotte, I love you, but I beg you not to finish that sentence!" I pleaded. Rose did nothing but giggle like a maniac.
It seemed like forever before the Yankees surrendered and the Rebels waved their flags in victory. The crowd around us roared, and the three of us clapped in our support.
Nearly an hour later, after gathering our blankets and coolers, we found the boys in the camp, still on a victory glow. I still didn't understand how they could get so excited, when they knew they'd win to begin with. The thing happened a hundred and fifty some odd years ago, and the outcome was still the same…
Jasper, Emmett and Gramps stood together, talking with some others from their group, all smiles. I paused to stare at Jasper for a moment. His face was streaked with dust and sweat, his cheeks flushed with sunburn and excitement. His uniform was all kinds of dirty and I knew we'd have yet another expensive dry cleaning bill soon.
I'd never been more attracted to him.
The three of us rushed to our men, congratulating them and generally making a spectacle of ourselves. Jasper kissed me roughly. "See? I told you I'd win for hearth and family!"
"My hero," I drawled, batting my eyelashes comically.
Gramps and Charlotte's anniversary dinner was small, but fun. Emmett, Gramps and I were ravenous after our battle, so I have to admit the majority of our time was spent gorging ourselves and drinking a lot of beer.
I missed the Texas heat, and the sparse landscape, but I had to finally admit that the Olympic Peninsula finally felt more like home. I had a very strong suspicion that my wife had more to do with that than anything. Wherever she was, there was home.
Bella was lounging comfortably in the evening shade, talking with Gramps, and I sat and just watched her. The way she moved, the way she smiled and laughed, the way her eyes captivated me… I was falling in love with her all over again, and I had thought that was an impossibility. I was sure there was no way I could have loved her more.
I was wrong.
I still worked at the high school in Port Angeles, though I recently went back to school to get my masters in history. Need I say which era I was taking particular focus on? Bella was incredibly supportive of my decision. I hoped to someday get a PhD, and perhaps become a college professor. It was a pipe dream, but one I never kept far from reach.
Bella was already living her dream. By our first anniversary, she'd already had two books published, and an agreement with the publishing company for five more. I was always more than willing to help with her writer's block and "inspiration", even if the story wasn't Civil War related.
Two years after we married, we moved into a new house, this time one of our very own. It was still in Port Angeles, but was slightly bigger, and had two bedrooms, in case we ever had any additions.
Just the thought of Bella carrying my child was enough to make me want to drag her from this party and make love to her all night.
I did just that.
"Gramps, Charlotte, this has been so much fun, but I think Miss Bella here is in need of some rest. She's in this heat, it can't be good for her, you understand."
Charlotte looked at me knowingly. "Of course Jasper. We understand."
Bella looked slightly annoyed, but I winked at her, and she blushed. Everyone hugged, and before she could start any new conversations with the family, I was dragging her to the car, speeding our way to the hotel. My pants were already tight in anticipation.
I unlocked the door of the hotel, and before she could say another word, I pressed Bella against the door, kissing her deeply. She moaned into my mouth, and started pulling at my jacket. We began pulling clothes off haphazardly, knowing we should probably take more care, but not giving a shit.
I needed to feel her skin against mine. It took far too long, but I finally felt her sweet naked body against mine, and I groaned with pleasure.
We separated only to move towards the bed. Bella began biting my bottom lip, a sign she was getting aggressive. My stomach clenched with the implication.
Soon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Bella straddling my hips. My cock was pressing right against her soaking wet core, exactly where I needed to be. Bella continued kissing me with fervor, and I was kissing back just as greedily. I wanted to devour her.
"Jasper," she gasped. "I want to ride you."
I couldn't help but release a deep growl in the back of my throat. Fuck yes.
"Well, this is Texas, ma'am," I said in my thickest Texas accent. I could feel her get wetter, and I loved that I could still elicit this response from her so quickly, so easily. "And what was that song about? Saving horses and what?"
She giggled, and didn't respond. I didn't care, I was too caught up in the feel of my wife. We repositioned ourselves until my back was flat against the mattress, and she was hovering over me.
I couldn't stop staring at her. She was absolutely perfect. The light streaming through the windows made her mahogany hair shine, and she looked like a sex goddess straddling me. She was biting her lip, looking back at me.
"Jasper, honey, I need you so bad," she moaned, grinding her body against mine. My reaction was immediate. My hands flew to her hips, loving her subtle curves, trying to move her to where I desperately needed her.
"I'm yours," I told her, looking her directly in the eye. She shivered.
Slowly, inch by torturous inch, she sank down on me, until she was fully seated on me. I was already going insane. She was so tight, so wet…
Her hands immediately went to my chest, spreading her palms across for support as she moved up and down on me.
"Fuck, so good," she murmured.
I was enraptured by the look and feel of her. I watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I wanted desperately to slip her nipples in my mouth. I propped myself up on my elbows, and feasted on her. She threw her head back and moved faster, moaning out my name.
If she kept that up much longer, I wouldn't be able to control myself.
It seemed she was close on the edge, too, as she slammed herself down on me again and again, reaching down to rub her clit frantically. I sucked harder on her nipple, causing her to cry out.
"Jasper, I'm… I'm…"
"Me, too, darlin'."
I slammed my hips up against hers over and over, faster and faster, until she was crying out and I spilled myself into her.
She collapsed against my chest, and I bit at her shoulder playfully.
"Mmm, so good," she moaned. "Giddy up."
I had to laugh. She sounded so sleepy as she said it.
"Did I tire you out already?"
"Mmm," she moaned, already snuggling into me. "You, the heat, and this little one here." She gestured towards her belly.
"Have you told them yet?"
"Who?" she asked, puzzled.
"Not yet. I kind of like having a tiny little secret." She opened her eyes and grinned at me.
"I can't wait. I still can't believe this is real."
"Trust me, after 3 o'clock feedings and diaper changes, you'll know it's real. Better yet, when I'm the size of a whale, you'll believe it's real. Like Rose," she teased.
"Rose isn't half as gorgeous as you'll be carrying my baby." I nuzzled her neck.
"We'll have to take pictures and compare," she said, yawning.
"C'mon, let's take a shower, nap for a bit, and then ravish each other senseless over and over," I said, kissing her neck.
"You don't play fair," she moaned. "How can I say no to that?"
I kissed her deeply. "I love you, Bella Whitlock."
"And I love you, Jasper Whitlock. Now, make love to me."
A/N II: Is anyone crying like I am?? Please review, leave me some love one last time. Thanks one last time!!!!