A/N: I do not own Twilight. No copyright infringement intended.
This one shot was inspired by the awesome song, Love After War by Robin Thicke.
Love After War
Sitting in the living room, I watched Jasper pouring through book after book at the dining room table. He was totally engrossed and in his own little world…the world of the Civil War.
Don't get me wrong, I supported Jasper's extreme love of the War Between the States and the fact that he was currently writing a book on the Battles of Antietam and Gettysburg, but for the love of god, I wished he'd put down one of those damn books and pay a little attention to me!
I knew I was being a brat, but I couldn't find it within myself to care. I also understood that he was in the midst of his research and the work he was currently doing was the meat and potatoes of the book. In a few short days Jasper was going to be getting on a plane and leaving me to do some additional research at the Gettysburg and Antietam Battlefields. He didn't even bother to ask me to come along because he knew I'd be more of a distraction than anything else. If he wanted to go out in the country and stare at open fields and dig around in the dirt, have at it. Me? I'd rather have a couple of drinks with friends, enjoy a good meal and listen to some good music at a hole in wall jazz club in the Village.
Suddenly an idea popped into my perfectly coiffed head. We don't argue very often, but when we do, Jasper, being the calm, levelheaded man that he is, tries to resolve our issues right away and then fucks me senseless. We tend to be very passionate people, so our make up sex is just as lively as our disagreements.
I was just itching for some rough, angry make up sex, so I knew if I pushed the right buttons, I could get Jasper annoyed just enough to make him lose a little bit of control and satisfy my need to be pounded into the mattress. What can I say, he looked so sexy in his glasses, typing away on his laptop. I wanted to be the naughty student to his fuckhot professor. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when we made love, but there was something to be said for a good old-fashioned fucking, and I was just in the mood for it. I stood up and looked at the paperwork Jasper left on the kitchen counter regarding his upcoming trip.
Time to give the performance of a lifetime, Edward!
My face contorted into a look of shock, horror and disgust as I pretended to the read the papers.
He immediately looked up from his work, concern written on his face.
"Why is my name not on any of the flight or hotel information?"
"What," he asked completely confused.
"My name is not on any of this information. You weren't even going to consider asking me if I'd like to come along with you?"
"Um….well, you've never expressed interest before. Do you want to come?"
Oh, more than you know, Jas.
Before I could even answer, he was pulling up the internet browser on his laptop.
"If I do it now, I can probably get you booked for the flight. We're still a few days out, so it shouldn't be too hard."
He smiled sheepishly before returning his gaze back to the computer.
My heart melted a little at the way my Jasper always tried to make me happy, but I couldn't dwell on that. I had a performance to carry out.
"Forget it, Jasper! No need to try to fix it now. I was obviously the last thing on your mind when you were making your plans."
He froze and looked up from his screen. Gone was the confusion. Now he was just shocked.
"What? That's not fair. You've never wanted to go on these trips before. I just thought I'd spare you having to decline the offer. I know how boring all of this is to you."
"That's not the point, Jasper! It shouldn't matter if decline or not. You should have at least given me the opportunity to make the decision!"
We stared at each other for a few moments and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
React, Jasper. React!
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes. "You're right, Edward. I'm sorry."
Huh? That's not how I expected this to go. Damn, now I have to pull out the big guns.
I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed.
"Whatever. How do I know you just didn't ask me because you have another guy on the side that you're taking instead?"
Jasper's face changed from contrition to anger faster than I thought possible.
"Excuse me," he questioned as he stood up and stared me down.
"You heard me," I screamed. "You probably have some Civil War geek waiting for you in the wings. I never thought you, of all people, would cheat, Jasper."
He was visibly shaking at this point and I knew I'd struck a nerve.
"No, that's you, Edward."
Whoa, I wasn't expecting that.
"How do I know that whenever I go on these trips you aren't falling into the arms of some other guy or better yet, Garrett?"
I stood in front of him completely gobsmacked and aghast while he looked like he wanted to break something. I instantly regretted my stupid plan because shit got real very fast.
About six months into our relationship, I made the horrible mistake of drunkenly making out with my ex, Garrett, at a bar while out with friends. I felt horrible afterwards and told Jasper right away. I thought if I was honest and upfront with him, I'd get off a little easy. That wasn't the case. He looked heartbroken when I told him the news, but ever the gentleman, he politely asked me to leave his apartment and then proceeded to refuse to answer my texts and phone calls. After a month had passed, I was sure I'd lost him for good until one day we ran into each other at a deli. I tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he was very skittish and leery the entire time.
Over the next few months, I slowly regained his trust, but there was always that one small part of him that wondered if I'd ever repeat my mistake. I think it's one of the reasons he concedes to my wants so easily. Of course he wants to make me happy and loves me like no other has loved me, but I also believed he thinks I'm going to just up and leave him one day. He later told me the reason he was so upset was because he'd decided to open his heart to the possibility of forever with me and then I stomped all over it. He was extremely hurt and even contemplated giving up on the idea of love altogether. Unfortunately, I wasn't the first to cheat on that beautiful man and I hated myself for adding to his already fragile outlook on love and relationships. He said there was something special about us that made him want to try and we've been great ever since, or so I thought.
"I can't believe you'd go there, Jasper!"
"Me? You're the one accusing me of cheating. The thing I said I'd NEVER do to you. Not only are you accusing me of being a cheater, but now I'm also a liar?"
"No," I started, knowing I needed to get this under control quickly, but he cut me off.
"Forget it. Maybe I was wrong about us. I-I don't know what to do. I thought I made you happy, but obviously that's not the case."
"Jasper, no," I said as my eyes started to blur from tears.
Shit! This is not how I wanted this to go! I just wanted to push a few buttons so we could have some angry sex, but now he doubts our entire relationship. Dammit!
He lifted his hand silently asking me stop. He looked completely defeated, sad and broken. My heart shattered into a million shards because I made him feel that way. All because I wanted a little attention; attention he probably would have freely given if I'd just asked like an adult instead of resorting childishness.
"I'm going to see if I can stay with Em and Rose until my trip. After that….who knows."
"No! You can't leave me!"
"But you're not happy, Edward. It's not fair to either of us to stay in a relationship like that. We'd end up resenting and hating each other. I love you too much to allow that," he said, his voice trembling towards the end.
He slowly started walking into our bedroom with his head down. For some reason, a wave of anger ripped through my body and I found myself pushing him down, face first onto the bed. He quickly turned around and looked slightly frightened. I'm sure I was a sight. My chest was heaving, tears were running down my cheeks and I was sure I was this close to hyperventilating. But all of that shit didn't matter. I was not going to lose Jasper. He was my everything and I had to make this right.
I leaned over him and kissed him, hard and deep. I wanted to kiss all of his doubt and insecurities away and show him exactly to whom I belonged. A growl emanated from deep within my chest as my hands dove into his hair, pulling and holding fistfuls tightly in my grip. Simultaneously my tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His taste always set me on fire, but the combination of heightened emotions and adrenaline made me hyper aware of everything Jasper.
He looked beautiful lying beneath me.
He tasted like heaven.
His moans and whimpers were music to my ears.
The hard, solid planes of his body made my hands desperate to touch every inch of him.
He smelled like love, desire and victory.
Jasper's hands seemed to dance across my skin, setting me on fire with need.
"You're the only one for me," I said between kisses. "You've ruined me for anyone else."
The sexiest groan fell from Jasper's lips as I sat up and looked down at him. His arms reached for me in an effort to reconnect our bodies, but I didn't want to waste anymore time. I needed him inside of me as soon as fucking possible.
Grabbing the lube, I quickly poured some on my fingers, reached around and began to prepare myself. As my fingers sank deeper into my body, my head lolled back as the pleasure mounted.
"Oh my god," Jasper murmured.
"Mmmm. Feels so good," I said through clenched teeth. "I can't wait to feel your cock inside of me instead of my fingers."
Breathing heavily, he reached for me and pulled me down for a searing kiss.
"Let me in, Edward. Please let me in, baby."
I quickly sat up, positioned Jasper's cock and slowly sank down. There was nothing like the feel of Jasper initially sliding into my body. The mixture of the slight sting from the stretching and the feeling of being filled perfectly was always intoxicating. If I could bottle that feeling, I'd make a killing. Talk about addictive!
I started to ride my man, grabbing his hands and entwining our fingers. While Jasper supported me, my pace and the force with which I sank onto his dick increased. Jasper was practically screaming in pleasure while I smiled and hummed, enjoying every hot moment. He quickly gripped my dick, pulling no more than three times before I was screaming and coming all over his stomach and chest. I watched in awe as his orgasm ripped through his body, causing it to tense and then shake as he came inside me.
Falling forward, I nuzzled his neck and felt his strong arms wrap around me and hold me tightly.
"I'm sorry, Jas. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I just wanted to push your buttons a bit, so we could have some make up sex. Everything just spiraled out of control and before I knew it, you were moving out and we were breaking up. Please tell me we're okay. Please don't leave me."
As much as I wanted to be angry at him for pulling this little stunt, I couldn't after listening to his heartfelt words and pleading.
"It's okay, baby. We're good. I'm sorry for throwing your mistake in your face. That was wrong of me. Deep down I know you would never do anything like that ever again, but in the heat of the moment, my insecurities got the best of me."
I felt him nod and smile against my neck as he placed soft kisses on my sensitive skin.
"But next time you want a little attention, just tell me. I'll always make time for you."
Shifting slightly, I slid out of Edward's warm body, missing our intimate connection immediately.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up and fix something to eat. I'm starving!"
We slowly stood and headed to the shower. Edward wrapped his arm around my waist as if I would suddenly disappear. I'm sure this whole experience scared him. I know it scared the hell out of me. Edward is definitely the love of my life, and even though we've had occasional problems in the past, our relationship has been great.
I hoped he was happy with the outcome of his little ruse. Not only did he get his hot make up sex, but he was also going to get that trip he pretended to want to go on. I'm going to take him to every important spot on those battlefields and fuck and suck him everywhere I can so that he'll always think of our trip, and the Civil War, fondly.
As we stepped into the shower, the air thick and heavy from the steam, I wrapped my arms around my beautiful boyfriend and smiled knowing our relationship was still strong and intact. I couldn't help but silently laugh to myself because Edward was probably going to throw the biggest queen fit ever when he finds out my evil plans.
If you have the opportunity to listen to Love After War, do it! It's definitely a song that could be added to your CFM playlists. LOL
I got the idea for "He smelled like victory" after watching a video on youtube by Kid Fury. He met one of his favorite singers and was so enchanted by the man that he said he smelled like victory. I loved it and have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use that line in a story for a while now.