Smut University 2013 by Project Team Beta
Sell the Sizzle, Not the Steak
Prompt: Try writing a lemon in which you "tell" what is happening between your lovers, and then rewrite that same passage "showing" the significance of their encounter. It may help to put yourself in your protagonists' shoes and describe exactly what it feels like to you. If you concentrate on the things that appeal to you during sex, chances are good that you'll be able to convey that to your readers.
A/N: Uh, yeah. I skipped right over Smut U's #7 because I just couldn't get me to do it. So this is for homework #8. The last one!
About 3077 words.
Smut University 2013 – 8
I'll Wait for You
She watched him from the cover of the trees. She'd caught glimpses of him over the past eighteen months, and her still heart had ached more deeply with each brief sighting. Edward, Alice, and Emmett had kept her apprised of his progress through Forks High, but she hadn't needed them to tell her of his sadness and yearning—she had felt it with each strong beat of his heart.
Emmett had found her in the forest a year ago and told her of Jasper's single-minded determination to excel at nearly everything he did. He'd never spoken to Emmett about his reasoning—they hadn't spoken to each other much at all—but Emmett had thought that Jasper wanted Bella to be proud of him.
She had broken down in tearless sobs when Emmett had told her that. She already loved Jasper with her whole being. There wasn't any way that she could be more proud or more in love with him than she already was.
She wasn't supposed to be there; wasn't allowed to trespass on the Quileute's land. It could mean the end of her long existence if they caught her, but throughout all her thinking and planning; throughout the eighteen months of longing and working to protect him, her plan had come together. It had evolved into the most opportune situation with the least amount of pain to those around him. His parents would mourn the loss of him, but didn't almost every vampire's creation leave someone behind to grieve?
"Jasper," she whispered from the cover of trees on the cliff above the south end of First Beach. She'd watched him the entire day, and she had thought several times that he had been able to sense her presence nearby.
When he'd awakened that morning, he had stood looking out his bedroom window into the forest behind his parents' modest home; just gazing into the trees. She thought she could feel his sadness, tinged with a timid sliver of hope.
Later in the day, when he and his parents had filed out of the house to the older but well-kept SUV, the gold mortar board clutched in his hand, blue and gold tassel swinging, and the gown draped over his arm, he had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned back toward the house. He had peered intently into the thick pines beyond it as he made sure his crisp white shirt was tucked into his navy blue slacks and adjusted the dark blue silk tie.
She knew that with his human eye sight he wouldn't be able to see her hidden there, but the ache in her stone-like heart eased as she gazed longingly at him. He had grown taller and had filled out in the six months since she had actually seen him last, and she yearned to run her fingers through the golden hair that had lengthened and curled slightly as it touched his shoulders.
After the graduation ceremony, she had watched from the trees surrounding the school as the new graduates and their friends and relatives poured out of auditorium in a happy flood—groups forming, breaking apart, and reforming with peals of laughter, booming congratulations, and the ever-present bright yellow gowns swirling around it all as photos were taken and videos were captured.
At the edge of it all, stood Jasper, his parents, and a few of his friends and team mates. He stood taller than most of them, and his lustrous hair had made it easy for her to pick him out. His sensuous lips curved up in a smile as his mother took picture after picture, but the sentiment didn't reach his deep brown eyes. He'd briefly smile for his petite mother, and then look over the heads of his classmates as if he were searching for someone.
His father gathered him and his mother, and they joined the line of vehicles driving toward the local popular restaurant for their congratulatory dinners. Bella followed closely behind, remaining unseen.
After desserts and coffees, the families had soon separated; heading toward their respective homes, and Bella followed Jasper again and waited while he was inside. He soon reappeared, dressed in a T-shirt, jeans and boots, and carrying a large blue towel, a duffel bag, and a cooler. He placed them in the bed of his truck, hopped in the driver's seat, and drove away to meet his friends at First Beach in La Push for the graduation bonfire.
As the sun drew closer to the dark grey ocean, Bella watched silently as Jasper's shoulders dropped and his head hung lower. She had promised that she would be back when he graduated, but for her plan to work, she could not be seen by anyone.
She ached to go to him, but stayed hidden, her eyes drinking in his almost ethereal beauty. He had changed into cut-offs and had pulled off his T-shirt. He was sitting on a towel he had dropped over a driftwood log near the large fire. The bright, colorful flames cast a golden glow over him, and Bella's breath caught at the stunning splendor of him. His smoothly muscled body had filled out, and he was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen. If she could cry, she would have shed tears at how achingly lovely he was, and her heart called to him.
As night fell, a few stars twinkled, the moon peeked through breaks in the clouds, and Jasper sighed heavily as he lifted his face up to them, his arms propped on his thighs, his hands clasped in front of him. A few of his friends had tried to interest him in a game of football, but he had turned them down, preferring to sit and stare into the multi-colored flames of the driftwood fire.
He stood slowly, spoke quietly to a few of the young men and women near him, and walked along the beach, avoiding the dancing couples and skirting around the smaller groups laughing and drinking.
A gasping breath caught in Bella's throat as she felt his heartache and misery as he shuffled through the waves rolling up the sand. He moved closer to her hiding spot, and she could hardly stand to wait any longer, but remindd herself it would only be a little while longer.
At last, Jasper had moved far enough down the beach, away from the recent graduates and their friends, and they paid him no mind as he took a step farther into the water and stopped. He doubted they could even see him, despite the light of the half-moon. As the waves rolled into his calves and flowed away around his feet, he looked back over his shoulder at his classmates seated around the fire. Then his head rose, his eyes gazing at the clouds scuttling across the night sky.
He inhaled a halting breath. "Bella, you were supposed to come back," he whispered at the ocean, his voice cracking with his despair. He had missed her so much. Their infrequent phone calls had done nothing to ease the constant ache in his chest, and then he hadn't heard from her for two months. He feared she had found someone else.
He had been faithful to her—turning down many offers of movie or pizza dates, and going home early from after-game parties. He loved her and had longed for her. He had dreamt of her and daydreamed about her for eighteen long months. Even before she had left to study in Europe, he had dreamed of her and how she had touched him and loved him.
He stooped down, scooped up a rounded stone revealed by the retreating water, and tossed it out into the waves. Maybe she had found someone else—someone older, smarter, better looking.
What would he do without her?
He let out a sorrowful sigh and turned to one of the paths that led to the parking lot. He had finally graduated, but he wasn't in the mood to celebrate; especially since there were so many couples on the beach, reminding him of what he didn't have.
Bella had told him she would come back to him, and she hadn't. The day wasn't officially over until midnight, but he was losing his last bit of hope. He would just get in his truck and head home. He didn't care about the cooler or the towel.
He made his way farther from his friends—the friends who never understood why he never dated any of the pretty girls who followed him around and tried to get his attention; the friends who never understood that he barely saw those girls. None of them could compare to his Bella, and he had promised that he would wait for her.
The dull ache in his chest moved up to his throat, forming a lump that constricted his breathing, and he couldn't stifle his sob. His right hand went to his chest, repeating a movement it had made many times over the last year-and-a-half, and his wet eyes moved to look out over the ocean again as he reached for the door handle of his truck.
"Why didn't you come back? You said you would come back." He climbed into his truck, started the engine, and drove slowly away.
Bella had raced ahead of him and waited for him beyond the Quileutes' inflexibly held border, relieved to be off their land, and listened intently to the sound of the engine as he came closer to her. She had decided to step out into the road to make him stop if she had to when she heard the truck slowing and saw him pull to the side of the road.
He'd only gone a few miles when the tears he couldn't hold back any longer made it nearly impossible for him to see, and he drove to a graveled pull-off and shut off the engine. A strangled cry tore through his throat, and he pounded the steering wheel with his fists. "You said you'd come back!"
"Jasper," Bella whispered, stepping out from between the firs that lined the deserted road and to the edge of the beam of his truck's headlights.
As quietly as she spoke, he had heard her, and his head snapped up toward her voice. He almost couldn't believe his eyes; she was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was wearing a pale colored, gauze-like skirt and long-sleeved shirt, and the mild ocean breeze coming in from behind him was making her long hair swirl gently around her shoulders. She looked just like an angel to him.
She raised her hand to block the light from her eyes, and he scrambled to turn them off and get out of the truck, nearly falling down in his haste. He pushed the door closed and walked slowly toward her, drinking in her surreal beauty. She practically glowed in the moonlight. She stepped silently over the gravel and rocks toward him, raising her arms, her hands reaching out to him.
Still not quite believing she was actually there, when he was close enough, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his body. Joy filled him as he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her perfume that, once again, was so much better than he had remembered. He couldn't help crying out her name as he kissed her neck, and his hands held her tightly to him.
"Bella, I thought you weren't coming back. You haven't called me in two months." His frantic kisses covered her face and neck; he couldn't get enough of her. He had been in physical pain he had missed her so much, but with each kiss that desolate ache receded further and further from his memory. "I was looking for you all day, but I didn't see you with your family at graduation, and I…I started to think you weren't coming," he murmured into her neck, his words coming faster and faster. "I heard Emmett say they were all leaving to go camping right afterwards, but I still hoped I'd see you, but I didn't see you at the beach, and—"
"I told you I would come back for you." Her dead heart swelled with the force and strength of his love, and her own urgent kisses fluttered over his chest and neck, his jaw and cheeks as she kissed away his tears. Her cool hands tugged at his waist, and she tried to urge him to follow her. "Come with me, Jasper."
"There's a bonfire at the beach, and food and…Do you want to see the guys?" He stared into her dark eyes and icy fear suddenly shot through him. "You're staying, right? You're going to stay, aren't you?" He caught her face with his large hands, silently begging her to tell him what he wanted to hear.
She could actually feel his sudden prickle of dread and fear, and her hands reached up to grasp his beautiful face, and she brushed stray golden strands back behind his ear. "I won't ever leave you again. Will you come with me?"
She had to get him away before anyone raised an alarm and began searching for him, and before her scent was discovered by the wolves who protected the lands they were on the border of.
"I would go anywhere with you, Bella."
Lying beside him on her bed, her right hand slid up his left thigh as her darkened eyes drank in his golden magnificence. He was already breathing heavily with anticipation, and when her fingers brushed over his swollen cock he gasped loudly, and his fingers tightened in the hair at the back of her head.
As strong as he was as a human, he still couldn't hurt her; even as he groaned and forced her mouth to his. He licked and tasted her, his mouth covering hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. His right fingers flexed and took hold of even more of her hair, and his left hand caught her jaw and held her to him.
He broke the desperate kiss and stared into her eyes, his fingers releasing her and sliding down over her head. "Never leave me again." His voice hitched, and his rich brown eyes grew bright with tears. "I don't think I could survive if you…"
"Don't," she whispered to him. "Don't cry, Jasper. I won't leave you. Nothing could make me leave you again." She slid her right leg over his, and pushed herself up to straddle him while nipping at his full lips. "I won't. I love you." She reached for his hard dick and slid her thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-come over the head before she raised herself up and slid down over his full length, making him moan and thrust upwards.
"You're cold," he said gasping, forcing his head even deeper into the pillows, and his hands roughly gripping her hips.
She rose up and eased down again. "Yes." She hadn't used her glamour on him that time; there was no need to keep her true nature from him any longer. She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulder, and she drew her tongue slowly over his stiff nipple and then gently sucked.
He moaned in pleasure as he thrust up against her, filling her. "Oh, God, Bella. Oh, God, that's so good. I missed you. I missed you so much."
Trailing her tongue over his muscular chest, she reached to his throat and inhaled the spicy scent of him; even richer and fuller than it had been before. "I missed you, Jasper." She breathed across his ear and kissed his jaw. "I thought about you constantly. I wanted you every minute of every day." Pressing her lips to his throat, she felt his fast, strong heartbeat and breathed in his masculine scent. She slowly licked his neck, tasting him again—the dark cinnamon and spice of his blood just beneath the thin surface of his skin, and she grew even more aroused at the thought of tasting his blood.
But not yet…not yet.
She licked him again, spreading her venom over his throat and across his shoulder, preparing to bite him and make him hers.
She was so lost in his scent and the feel of him sliding into her again and again; he actually caught her off guard when he reached for her clit, caressing and circling it, his liquid brown eyes watching her.
She sat up deliberately, making him hold still, drawing her hands down over his unblemished chest, brushing over his nipples and following the trail of fine, dark blond hair down his firm stomach. Her left hand slid over his right as he stroked her, bringing her closer to her release.
The rate of her breathing nearly matched his as she felt the tension in her lower abdomen coil tighter. She gently rolled her hips over him, feeling his heat deep inside her, his warm hands on her body, his hot breath over her cool skin as he sat up to kiss her. His tongue slipping between her lips sent her, finally, over the edge, and she growled as she came, her muscles tightening around him, her hands gripping his wide shoulders, as the euphoric spasms overtook her.
She trembled against him and felt his lips on her throat, kissing and sucking at her skin as he groaned.
"Oh, fuck, Bella, that was…that felt so…to feel you come on me…" Then his arms wrapped around her, spreading his hands across her back, through and over her hair, and he tensed, throwing his head back, and his breath hissing through his clenched teeth.
Purring with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, she lowered him to the bed as she felt his release overwhelm him. His body shook beneath her, his hands clenched into fists against her back, and he moaned and strained up against her as she kissed him and murmured her love to him.
She licked wetly along the top of his shoulder and his throat, tasting him again. Whispering her love and promising that the pain would end, she held him as he shuddered in her arms. Then she swore she would be waiting for him as she tenderly, lovingly sliced through his flawless skin and drank deeply of his very essence before filling him with her venom.