A/N: This chapter did not go along with the outline I had planned but when your characters tell you what to do, you have to listen.

Thank you do much to Zigster for holding my hand and encouraging me, this was not easy to do, those who know me will see why. I love you my panda.

Huge thank you to OnTheTurningAway, my bestie and beta. She held my other hand, told me I could do this and pushed me to get these boys in the right place.

I had plans to get other stuff done first (which is in the works), but the SBL concert made these boys front and center in my mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit…thanks!


In the past seven months I had learned a lot about myself.

My eagerness to study and hunger to learn had dwindled. I was still maintaining an A average, but it was taking me twice as long to study for those grades. All the time and effort I had always put into my college education was now being divided amongst school and a certain flaxen-haired boy who was driving me crazy.

My concentration in class had gone to shit.

I learned that I had the patience and understanding of a saint. If that weren't the case, I wouldn't be packing the suitcase on my bed to try and surprise the boy.

It had been a tough and twisting road.

Nothing about falling in love with Jasper had been easy, but I was ready to admit it.

I was in love, I wanted it all.

I wanted the exclusivity, the fidelity, to be able to introduce him as my boyfriend and somewhere down the road as my partner.

My stomach was churning at the thought of having the talk with him.

I still didn't know if I could tell him I loved him, but I definitely was going to tell him that it was time to decide if I was enough for him.

As time had gone by, he slowly stopped the trail of groupies, or as I so fondly called them, fuckers who touched my boy.

Ever since we decided to get to know one another better, I had only seen him in person five times. We had spent hours on the phone, talking until we fell asleep. We had exchanged countless emails and instant messaged while I was supposed to be studying.

It had been enlightening to say the least.

We had fights, some big ones. We were both spirited individuals, but when it came down to it, I was the one more easily hurt.

He had a few years on the road to grow a tough outer shell, to keep people out of his life and keep the personal to himself.

That was where we had battled the most.

I needed him to let me in and until recently, he had kept me at arm's length.

The number of boys he had hooked up with had been fewer than I thought, but more than I hoped. It had only been in the last six weeks that they had tapered off to nothing. That was why I knew I was ready to do this, because I thought he might be too.

My eyes teared up when I thought about other hands on him, but we agreed, I never let Seth touch me again and I was never one for random fucks, so I had no one else. Besides Seth, Jasper was the only other man I had had sex with.

Sex was not casual for me, it meant something, even with Seth. I never would have carried on with Seth if I didn't love him, I was just not in love with him.

In my heart, Jasper was mine and no one else should get to touch his warm skin, taste the salty sweetness of his neck, or slide their hands down his pants. My throat constricted and I swallowed as I swiped hastily at the tears. This night could define my very future and I was so fucking nervous.

I understood when we agreed to get to know one another, he made no promises of fidelity, and I was lucky we hadn't burned out. My only consolation was that he didn't kiss any of them and he didn't fuck them.

Unfortunately for me, that meant they still got to feel him in their mouths and taste the sweaty sheen of his skin after a show.

My boy loved to have his cock sucked and to him that was a lot less personal that fucking.

He did that, for me, even though I knew he would have loved to have had sex with any of them. It was a big step and I appreciated it.

He knew the knife twisted in my gut anytime he told me, but we promised honesty and I was stupid enough to have to know.

The times I had seen him, the sex had been amazing, better every time. The problem was, I still didn't feel like we connected fully at an intimate level. We hadn't made love, just fucked, because although we had a deep affection, neither one of us named it.

I was ready to.

A smile graced my face as I thought of surprising him. I told him that I couldn't make it, that I had finals. Truth was, I had my last final today and was flying out to Detroit to see him. I had already talked to Ben and he told the front desk to leave a key for me. I would be in his room when he finished the concert.

It was going to be perfect.

When my flight landed in Detroit, I was met by a driver and ferried over to the hotel. It was a beautiful establishment and little did Jasper know that Ben helped me arrange, with his manger's approval, a weekend stay for us. If things went my way, Jasper and I would have four days locked in the hotel with only room service to interrupt us.

I was looking forward to it. I really hoped I wasn't going home without an answer.

The front desk gave me the key and I went into the room. As soon as I walked in, I could smell him. That wonderful musky, male scent that was all his. Smiling big and all of a sudden feeling like a child, I ran and dove onto the bed, burying my face in his pillow and wrapping it around my face.

I inhaled and sighed happily. Yes, I definitely needed this man in my life for a long, long time.

Looking at the clock, I saw I had about three hours before he should be back, the show had already started. I called down to room service and had them schedule a time to deliver champagne on ice and strawberries.

They were a lot less messy than chocolate. While food play always sounded sexy, the thought of the sticky mess left afterwards made my skin crawl. Maybe one day I would be a little more adventurous. That's what showers were for, right?

I looked fondly at the whiskey and tumbler he had already had laid out; he always had a drink to unwind after a show. If I had my way, he would be losing himself in me instead.

It was almost time for him to come back to the room. I had showered, put my things away and given myself a big dose of bravery in the form of my sister's encouragement. She was one of the few people who knew about Jasper, she could keep her mouth shut.

Another half hour passed before I heard the rattle of the door knob, I was standing in the corner. I had left the curtains open and room was only lit by the moon and lights of the city.

Jasper walked in, dropped his guitar case and pulled his t-shirt off as he walked towards the table with his whiskey.

He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, then poured himself a drink. I slowly made my way over to where he stood and wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"Look," he said in a harsh voice as he stiffened in my arms. "I don't know who you paid to get in here but..."

I placed my mouth against his neck and he whispered, "Edward."

"Surprise," I murmured into the damp skin of his throat. He was dirty and sweaty and delicious.

"What...how?" he asked as my mouth moved up his neck and he lolled his head to the side.

Jasper turned in my arms and looked at me with those clear blue eyes, "I needed you so bad."

His mouth was on mine and his hands came up to grip my hair. Jasper arched me back as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me long and deep. I wrapped one leg around his thigh to hold him even closer.

Attempting to grind myself into him, I lost my balance and we both went down to the ground.

"Anxious?" he asked as he rolled on top of me, smiling at me before kissing me once more.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, keeping him close and letting him feel everything I wanted. His skin was so hot and my fingers dug in deep. I rocked on my back, loving the feel of his hardness against my own.

It had been too long and I was about to spiral out of control, my muscles were tightening and it was about to be over to quickly.

Pulling my mouth from his, I rasped, "Jasper...stop!"

"No," he growled, pushing his cock into my hip and groaning.

"Oh, fuck," I screamed when I knew I couldn't hold it in. It only took two thrusts of my hips up into his and I was cumming hard and fast like a sixteen year old virgin. It felt too good to be embarrassed, it had been so long.

Just as I readied myself to apologize, I felt Jasper dig his fingers into my hips and cry out, "Edward...oh, Edward."

His body shook above me and he bit into my neck before running his tongue up the side.

Jasper stopped when his mouth reached my ear and laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

"This was a mind-blowing surprise and now I need a goddamn shower...cumming in my fucking pants," he said, sounding light and happy.

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him gently. "I really didn't intend to jump you."

He looked at me, doubting the very words that I just uttered.

"Okay, I did, but not right away," I said with a grin.

"Go start our shower, since you are the reason I have a wet mess in my pants," he said. His face was so relaxed and he was smiling at me, flashing those beautiful white teeth.

I pushed at him, "Then get your heavy ass off of me."

"Heavy?" he said loudly, digging into my sides and i immediately bucked.

"Oh my...Jasper...please...stop...babe...please...oh god...Jas," I was wriggling with all my might and finally, he let go, wiping the tears running down my face.

"Asshole," I muttered, pushing him away and he was laughing on the floor.

"Babe? Your tears are black," he said with a smirk.

Fucking great, I am sure I looked really fucking sexy right then.

"Well, don't fucking tickle me that hard," I said, sticking my tongue out at him before carefully making my way to the bathroom, trying to keep the grossness from spreading too far. When I looked in the mirror, I was a fucking mess. Black streaks on my face, swollen lips and my hair was half up and half down. Not a sexy picture at all.

Shaking my head, I turned on the water in the humongous glass shower and stripped out of my clothes.

"Guess I'm showering alone," I called out as I stepped into the hot water.

I stuck my head under the spray, letting it rinse off my face. I felt the cool air of the door as it opened and then Jasper's arms around my waist.

"You better not shower without me, you have to wash the cum off my cock," he growled, turning me quick and pinning me to the wall.

"Fuck," I gasped, amazed by the raw sensuality of the man in front of me, water dripping down his hard body and the piercing intensity of his eyes.

"Oh no worries, Edward, you will get fucked, more than once before this night is over," he said before flicking the ring in my lip with his tongue.

Jasper stared at my lips nearly a full minute before his eyes drifted up to mine.

"You have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?" he asked, reaching up to wipe under my eye.

"Never saw myself wanting someone who wore makeup," he said with a grin.

"I don't wear makeup, it's guy liner. I am not a fucking chick, Jas," I said menacingly, giving him the best glare I could under the circumstances. I was too happy to see him to really be mad.

His hand slid down my chest and took me in his hand, rubbing back and forth on the metal bar under my cock. I was so hard it hurt.

"No," he whispered against my mouth. "Definitely not a chick."

"Feels good," I said, closing my eyes as his hands stroked me slowly. Jasper buried his face in my neck and continued to move his hand up and down my aching cock. It had been so long since something besides my own hand had touched me. Six long weeks since the last time I saw him.

His hand cupped my balls, lightly rubbing them before sliding backwards. Neither one of us said a word, just savored the feel of touching skin to skin once again. Jasper's fingers trailed back and I hissed out loud when he pushed them against my entrance.

"Oh god, please," I begged, pushing down against his hand.

"Need to fuck you, so bad," he groaned. "Not here, in the bed."

Jasper's finger against my ass was making me crazy. I wanted him inside of me, needed it.

I held onto his body and felt so much passion and want and love.


Oh god.

"Jasper, baby, stop," I said, pushing his hands back.

He looked up at me with lust-glazed eyes, "What? Why?"

Jasper tried to move the hands I now had against his chest, but we needed to talk. I had to tell him before I let him inside me again. When he buried his cock in my ass I wanted him to know how much I fucking loved him.

"Because," I said in a muffled voice as he was trying to kiss me. "I want to talk to you." His lips were all over mine, trying to make me lose focus, but this was too damn important to me.

"Less talking, more fucking," he said, trying to grab my cock again before I scooted out of the way.

"Jasper!" I said, loud and clear. "Listen to me." It was hard to take me seriously when I was laughing, but I was trying.

"No," he said, trying to kiss me again.

"Yes," I said forcefully, taking his wrist in my hand. "Please?"

He let out a loud breath, "Fine, we'll talk." He was not all that happy to stop the shower fun, but I needed to do this or my nerves were going to get the best of me.

I pulled him close to me and hugged him under the shower.

"Thank you," I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, a scowl on his gorgeous face. "Just get showered."

He pushed his fingers into my hair.

"I love when your hair is soft, so I can run my fingers through it." He was making designs with the shampoo, making my hair go every which way he pleased.

"Are you having fun?"

"No gel tonight, okay?"

"I don't use gel, I use spiking glue," I said, acting offended at his lack of hair product knowledge.

"What the fuck ever. Just don't use it, leave it natural, well, as natural as blue hair can be...okay?" He stared at the strands of my hair as they ran through his fingers. He rinsed out all the shampoo and it was such an intimate thing. Things real couples did and my heart expanded.

I wanted it, forever.

We finished up our showers and put on some lounge pants. It was much better to have clothes on if we were going to discuss something important and this was going to be the most important talk we ever had.

Jasper poured himself a drink and sat at the edge of the bed, I grabbed a water and sat opposite him in a chair. My hands were shaking slightly as I tried to get the cap unscrewed. His eyes were on my unsteady fingers before his eyes flashed up to mine.

"What is it? Why are you nervous?" he asked.

He looked at me, almost fearful, his eyebrows drawn to a point between his eyes. I was trying to gather my wits to say what I wanted without sounding like a fool.

"Are you, is this...are we done?" he asked, looking confused and clenching the comforter in his hands.

"What? Done? Oh god no!" I said out loud. "Shit, no Jasper, we are far from done."

Shit, I was fucking this up already.

"Then what, goddammit?" he asked, irritated and nearly frantic.

"I just...I don't know how to say this, Jasper. So, I am just going to come right out and say it."

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the imminent fall he was expecting.

"I'm in love with you, that's it."

His eyes flew open and he gasped.

"You're what?" he said, sounding baffled and confused. It wasn't the reaction I was hoping for and I was already backpedaling in my head, trying to figure out a way to take it back.

"Um, shit, I meant to say..."

"No!" he said, jumping up from the bed and kneeling in front of my chair. "Don't take it back, don't do that to me," he pleaded.

My heart was thundering in my chest and my throat was burning. Jasper was reaching for my hands and looking up at me.

"Jasper," I whispered, looking at the gorgeous man in front of me who looked as vulnerable as a child. "I am in love with you."

He stared at me for a minute or ten, I lost all sense of time looking into his deep blue eyes that were shining brightly. A huge smile transformed his face into sunshine, lighting up the room. He pulled my face down to his and kissed me, hard.

"God, Edward...are you sure?" he asked, a little bewildered by my statement and I was a little baffled by his reaction.

"Am I sure that I'm in love with you?" I ask.

Jasper shook his head up and down. I slid to the floor in front of him and took his face in mine. His skin was so warm, his face the one that I loved more than my life.

"Jasper, I have never been more sure of anything in my life." His eyes fell shut and he exhaled, his breath fanning over my face. I placed my lips on his and very slowly pushed my tongue into the wet heat of his mouth. He opened up under the push of my tongue and slid his languidly along mine, tasting and teasing...loving at our leisure.

Jasper's fingers burrowed into my hair, moving easily through the strands that were now longer then when we first met. The things I did for him. We laid on the plush carpet, kissing and smiling and touching. It was perfect, except for the fact that I still didn't know where we stood.

"Hey," I murmured between sweeps of his tongue through my mouth. "I'm not done talking." I rolled us over until I was on top of him.

"No talking," he murmured. "You love me." He kissed me over and over again until I was dizzy.

Grabbing his hands, I pinned them on either side of his head and pulled my mouth away. Jasper looked thoroughly kissed.

"I'm serious, please?"

He looked at my face and knew I was being serious.

"What is it, baby?" I watched his lips speak the words, hoping that after tonight, they would only be mine.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "I want you, Jasper. All of you."

"You have me," he said.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "You don't understand. I want all of you or nothing at all. I want to be the only one in your head and your heart. I don't want anyone else touching you, I don't want anyone else's hands on you. I want to be able to call you my boyfriend, my lover, my everything."

I looked down into his stunned face.

"That, Jasper, is what I want." Fear paralyzed me as I hovered over him. Now that I had gotten it all out, I was scared about what would come out of his mouth.

Jasper swallowed, but never took his eyes off mine. I watched a smattering of emotions move briskly across his face and then, a lone tear ran down the side of his cheek into his hair.

I closed my eyes, not knowing if it was a good tear or a bad tear.

Was it a "yes" or an "Edward I can't do this"?

I felt his breath whisper across my lips as he quietly said, "Okay."

The burn was back in my throat as I digested that one word that meant everything and nothing all at once.

"Okay you will be mine? Or, okay, listen, Edward, about that...?"

He brought my head down and kissed my lips then put his mouth on my ear.

"Okay, I'm all yours."

"Oh, thank god," I said before hugging him tightly to my body, loving the thump of his heart against mine. We rolled around on the carpet, kissing and tearing at our clothes until we were both in our boxers, needing so much more.

How much time passed, I couldn't tell, but I let Jasper feel everything I had been holding back. I whispered words of love as I held him close, laying my entire body on his, reveling in the fact that he was mine.

Our kisses led to a burning hunger in us both and when he stood up and reached a hand down, I knew it was finally time. I was going to make love with Jasper and I prayed that the connection I have been aching to feel would shine through.

Jasper laid me on the bed, looking down at me, a look of awe on his face as he pulled my boxers off. He bent over me and took my cock into his mouth, sucking his way down to the root and back up. His sapphire eyes smoldered as I watched him lick across the bar under my tip. If felt so goddamn good, I arched up slightly, keeping him in my sight.

Jasper's smooth lips kissed across from one hip to the other, leaving tiny bites along the way. He nuzzled the tight curls at my groin, touching with his fingers, inhaling and moaning. It was so erotic.

"I love the color you are here," he said as his fingers moved gently over my pubic bone. "It drives me crazy. Everyone else sees the black and the blue, but I know what lies underneath your clothes."

He placed a kiss right above my cock.

"When I see that wild dark copper color anywhere I get so hard and my mouth waters at the thought of burying my nose here while sucking you down." He took my entire cock in his mouth and did just that.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as I felt his nose breathing into my groin.

Jasper pulled his mouth off and crawled up my body. He slipped his fingers into mine and gave me a look I had never seen in his eyes, they were bright like the sky and restless like the waves in the ocean after a storm.

"Edward, how did I get this lucky?" he asked, gripping my hands tighter.

"I'm the lucky one, Jasper," I told him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"No, you aren't," he said, his eyes filling with emotion.

"I have done nothing to deserve you," he said.

"But Ja..." he silenced me with his lips.

"Shh," he said. "Let me finish or I will never get this out."

I nodded, willing my voice to stay silent.

"I have done things to drive you away, kept you out of my heart, used other men to keep you out of my mind because I didn't think this was ever going to be anything I wanted."

My gut was twisting at the mention of the other boys and I couldn't stop the tears from filling my eyes. He was killing this beautiful moment.

"A relationship isn't a feasible thing for someone like me, they just don't work and I never wanted to try, never wanted to care."

Twin tears rolled down my face as he kept going.

"There was something about you, Edward. From that first time I saw you I knew, you were different."

He leaned down and dragged his tongue up the side of my face, gathering the salt water into his mouth.

"I knew you were special, but still, I told myself that if I fucked you out of my system, I could go on. I would forget about the boy with the blue hair."

He ran his hand through my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"I could put out of my mind the boy with the black liner under his beautiful green eyes." Jasper leaned down and kissed each one of my eyelids that closed when his lips came near.

"I would no longer have to wonder why I found all the piercings so damn sexy when I found them so offensive before."

I gasped when he took my nipple ring and tugged it lightly with his teeth.

"I wouldn't have to think about the black ink permanently etched into the smooth skin of your body, making a canvas out of you, a piece of art to please the eye."

He turned me over and traced every bit of ink with his tongue, leaving me wet and more turned on than I ever had been.

"You have haunted my dreams, every night. I take myself in my hands and imagine they are you bringing me to the edge."

He slid down my body until he gently bit the top of my ass on each side and I moaned out loud, no longer able to keep silent.

"Most of all, I dream about being inside of you, desperate to be buried here," he parted my cheeks and placed his mouth against my ass, swirling his tongue slowly around the rim.

"Jasper," I cried out as I felt his tongue enter my body.

He slid his tongue in and out with long, slow strokes and I had never felt so worshiped in my entire life.

Jasper kissed his way up my back until he was lying on top of me.

"I'm ready, Edward. I'm ready to fall, knowing you will be there to catch me."

"Always," I said, turning my head to kiss the mouth saying those breathtaking words.

"I want to give you everything you have given to me and more Edward, I want to show you that I feel the same way, that you are all I will ever want or need."

"God, Jasper," I whispered, unable to say much more or risk losing my composure.

He rolled me over again and placed his hand on my heart. My hand covered his.

"I love you, Edward."

I couldn't stop the smile from splitting my face when he said the words that I was dying to hear. There were no words to describe the way the flames rushed through my body, lighting my soul on fire.

"I love you," he said again, his own smile matching mine.

"Love you too," I whispered.

"I want to give you something, so you know how I feel," he said, leaning down and kissing the end of my nose.

"I know how..."

"No, Edward,you don't," he interrupted.

He laid his head in the crook of my neck and stunned me with his words.

"I want you to have me, all of me. I want to give you the only thing I have left to give."

He took a shuddering breath.

"Edward, I want you inside me, to feel you, all of you, filling me, loving me. I've never...Edward, it's yours."

My gasp filled the room and I turned to face him.

"Jasper, you want me to what?"

He looked shy, which was a look I never thought I would see from the incredibly confident Jasper.

"Don't make me say it again," he said quietly.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He nodded.

"You've never?" He shook his head.

Oh baby," I murmured against his lips. "I love you, so fucking much."

Our mouths met in a thrashing of lips and teeth and tongue. I devoured him, pouring my love into that kiss. It ignited something inside of me, it felt different than any of them in the past. The kiss took my breath away.

Jasper rolled us until I was on top of him, then reluctantly ended the kiss.

"I'm ready," he said, pressing his mouth to mine. "Let me feel you, Edward."

I looked down into his face and could see his determination, his readiness to give me this gift. It was such an honor, so precious, something to be cherished and I would treasure it always. Jasper was mine, I was his and together we could make this relationship last.

"Okay," I said, a slight smile gracing my lips. "I love you."

He smiled and said, "Here's your chance, fuck me."

I smiled even bigger, "I am not going to fuck you, I am going to love you."

He rolled his eyes, "You are a sap, besides, I always wondered what it was liked to get fucked by that piercing in your cock."

Now I was laughing, leave it to Jasper to kill the moment, but then, I had a feeling he could only handle so much emotion before he had to prove that he was Mr. Smooth and Confident.

"Can you shut up so I can make love to my boyfriend?" I asked.

His eyes lost their humor and desire set in once more.

"Please, I want this," he said, his voice husky and deep.

"I want you," I told him.

"You have me," he whispered.

I pressed my lips against his throat and kissed my way down his long, lean torso. Jasper was warm and tasted like perpetual summer, sweet, salty and refreshing. My mouth worked down to his navel and I dipped in for a taste. He was exquisite everywhere.

Jasper laid there, still and breathing deeply, letting me worship his beautiful body. My nose ran down the fine trail of hair to the dense blond curls that framed his cock. There wasn't any part of Jasper that didn't make my body throb for him.

Taking him in my mouth, I was finally rewarded with a moan from deep within his body. As my mouth licked and sucked at his long, thick cock, my hand slid under the pillow to retrieve the bottle of lube I had stashed there. Jasper was thrusting his hips up into my mouth and I let him gently fuck my face as I slicked my fingers and pressed one against his ass.

Jasper tensed briefly and then relaxed, focusing on the feel of his cock in my mouth. Gently, knowing this was new to him, I pushed the tip of my finger in. He hissed above me, tightening his ass around my finger, but I kept sucking and he slowly relaxed as I pushed all the way in. My tongue worked up and down his shaft as my finger pumped his ass.

When I felt him nearing his release, I slid another finger right in and he whimpered slightly. I knew he would have to be ready or he would never be able to handle this without hurting badly. My jaw was already aching, but I needed to keep him distracted from what I was doing.

Jasper's fingers gripped my hair and his legs opened a little wider. My fingers moved in deliberate, measured strokes and his body finally relaxed. My mouth engulfed his entire cock as I pushed my fingers deeper, hitting the spot I knew would make him see why I loved to be fucked so much.

"Oh fuck, Edward," he cried out, arching his back. "Don't stop, please...faster."

My cock was dripping onto the comforter and his words didn't help, but what my boy wanted my boy got.

I began hammering my fingers in, spreading them, stretching him and Jasper was thrashing underneath me. His moans and groans were loud and feral. It was so amazing, to be touching inside of his heated body, to feel him coming apart because of me.

My hand was starting to burn, but I kept on and then came my reward. Jasper screamed my name and then he came hard into my mouth, pulling my hair tight, bringing the sting of tears to my eyes. But I didn't care about the pain, I swallowed him down, licking him clean in the process.

I released him from my mouth, pulled out my fingers and reached for the condom. Once I rolled it down, I sat on my knees and looked at Jasper. He was a wild mess and I loved the look he had after cumming. He was mouthwatering.

"Are you ready?" I asked, stroking my cock with lube as he watched.

He looked at me, bit his lip and nodded.

I pushed his knees apart and slid a pillow under his ass. I opened him up and looked at the tight hole I was about to push into and my throat clenched. He was ready, there was nothing else I could do for him, but I knew, once we did this, there was no going back. We would be tied together forever, bodies, hearts and souls.

"I love you," I said as I put my cock at his entrance. Jasper was looking at me, his face a state of pure bliss. I held onto his legs and pushed the head into his body. His face lost the looks of bliss and immediately registered pain. It tore at my heart, I knew it would hurt and I hated that for him.

"I'm sorry, I know baby," I told him as I pulled back and pushed a little deeper.

Jasper closed his eyes and groaned, the tendons in his neck taut, his teeth grinding together. I sat there for a moment, soothing with my words, rubbing the sides of his legs.

All of a sudden I felt his legs wrap around me and he pushed me forward until I was buried to the hilt inside of him.

Jasper cried out my name and his face was agonizing, obvious pain etched in his features. I fell forward and kissed his lips, willing my hips not to move until he was ready. My tongue moved with his as I gave him kiss after kiss. His body slowly began to relax underneath me and he kept our mouths fused as he nudged me with his legs.

He was ready.

I slowly moved my hips back slightly and pushed forward. The pleasure rushing through me was monumental, never had sex ever been this electrifying, this mind blowing. My movements were careful and gradual, sliding in and out of him in long, sure strokes. All the while, Jasper never stopped kissing me.

I continued to thrust languidly, letting the intensity build until I thought I would die from the passion swirling around us. I moved my hands down to his cock and slowly stroked him back to life. Jasper was hard and silky smooth in my fist.

When the moment came when I knew I couldn't hold back anymore, I looked into his eyes and told him how much I loved him as my orgasm ripped through me. My body tensed and released, shooting hard, paralyzing me and then I felt it.

That feeling I had been craving on the nights when I was alone, thinking about my feelings for this man.

I felt the melding of our lives, the twining of our love, the forming of a bond that would never be broken, even in death.

It felt like I stepped off the cliff with him, with only our love able to save us.

I would never forget that feeling, that moment, for the rest of our lives.

Jasper watched the emotions play across my face, my hand never stopping as I brought him over the edge again.

"Edward," he said, his voice a whisper in the moonlight as he finally came. He was beautiful to watch.

Jasper pulled my body down and wrapped his arms around me. We laid there until my spent cock slipped out of his body and I got up to take care of it. I brought a warm washcloth back and cleaned Jasper's stomach, wiping away the last traces of our lovemaking.

Neither one of us said a word, we didn't have to.

I laid my head on his chest and felt his stomach rumble.

"Sorry," he said. "Someone made me work up an appetite."

I leaned over him, "Someone?"

"Sorry, my boyfriend fucked me into oblivion, that better?" he asked, that devilish smirk I loved firmly in place.

"Much," I said, jumping out of bed and pulling the tray over with the berries and champagne I ordered earlier.

"Were we planning my seduction?" he asked as he grabbed a handful of berries and started eating them.

"Not at all," I said before he shoved a berry into my mouth. The juices dripped down my chin and he kissed them off.

And I was the sap?

"I was merely hoping to celebrate that fact that I loved you," I told him, taking one more berry before laying my head in his lap.

Jasper ate more strawberries and ran his hand through my hair. I would never understand his fascination with my hair, but it felt so good when he combed through it.

"Thank you, Edward," he said, turning my face up to see him.


"Everything, being you, believing in me, us and most of all, for loving me when I made my self unlovable."

I sat up and Jasper moved against the headboard.I climbed into his lap, placing my legs on either side of him.

"Well, you will just have to spend the rest of our lives being lovable then, huh?" I said playfully.

Jasper kissed me once, twice then rested his lips on mine.

"Forever, Edward, you have me for that if not more."

We fell onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs and lips.

For the rest of my life I knew that there was nowhere else I would rather be.

A/N: Yes, I went where I said I would never go...I deserve a fucking cookie. One more chapter left for these boys...

I am currently working on PSMW and my FGB one-shots simultaneously, so who knows which will come out first, it is all where inspiration strikes as of late. Life continues to get better, but there is still a lot going on.

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