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[bellatramonto]

WHO: Bella and Jasper
WHAT: Ghost in the Graveyard
WHERE: The city graveyard, a.k.a the shadiest, but most peaceful place around
WHEN: Thursday afternoon

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[bellatramonto]

"Shhhh."

It was funny how Jasper was a turn-on when he was both being scary, and being intimidated. Opposite sides of the spectrum, but he was still unusually handsome.

Bella was surprised she was able to yank her eyes away from those full lips of his to look at his chest again. Why did he have to be so perfect, and so forbidden? His body was like a statue. His abs and arms were chiseled to make him look strong and fit. She wondered how easily he'd be able to pick her up and slam her up against the wall like hockey players did when they checked someone.

She started to stare, so long as he didn't move. She wanted to place each one of her hands on his arms . . . and she did, slowly . . . gently. Without thinking about it at all, she looked up at his face again and opened her mouth a little in awe.

Closing the space between them was easy when one was floating. Her chest pressing against his stony body was almost painful, but in a good way.

Bella squeezed his arms in a silent plea that he stay still as she brought her lips to his. She wasn't thinking about the fact that they had just been for a dip in the pool of rotting corpses. His lips were like ecstasy, and she sank in deeper.

There they were, Bella and the vampire-hybrid-whatever Jasper, literally sharing the kiss of death in the city graveyard on a slightly cloudy Thursday afternoon . . .

[insanguinato]

Jasper could feel his senses heightening when she actually touched him, something neither of them had done since the night he'd tried to kill her. It was a lot like going on a hunt, his heart rate up and his breathing quickened, a sudden burst of adrenaline flooding his system. But at the same time it was completely different. His stomach, for one, didn't normally turn over like it was doing now.

Then she actually pressed against him, and everything jolted up a notch. He couldn't smell anything but Bella and himself on the shirt she was wearing and the stale remains of that water, and it was both worrisome and exhilarating to be so cut off from the rest of the world and yet completely wrapped up in a new one. He didn't think he'd ever been quite this close to anyone he wasn't fighting. It was disorienting.

Time seemed to skip a little, leaving him no time to react. One moment Bella had looked up and caught his gaze, her anticipation sparking his own, and the next she was kissing him, actually kissing him, and feeling good about it. Jasper felt the same beneath his surprise and nervous confusion, but was too caught up in it to tell if it was actually him or not. He wondered if there was even a difference in a time like this.

He had no idea what he was doing, was barely even conscious of where they were, which was unusual for him. But when her lips moved against his he found himself reciprocating, her taste mixing with her scent to make him lightheaded and dizzy.

[bellatramonto]

Bella couldn't believe this moment was being prolonged. Was she imagining things, or was he going along with this? Her eyes had been closed the minute she felt his lips against hers, so she couldn't really tell.

She was pretty much a virgin to kissing and everything else. It was something she wasn't exactly proud about, but she seemed to be doing a decent job. She rotated her head ever so slightly so that she could take him on at a different angle, and tightened her grip on his rock-hard arms.

Vampire-shmanpire. He was certainly human right about now. She was glad his hair was long because she made a move for it with one of her hands.

[insanguinato]

Jasper shifted as well when he felt her move, his senses overloaded by the way she was touching him. The sudden feeling of her hand in his hair startled him. He had no idea why she was doing and, even knowing the kinds of things he put in his mouth, and he had no idea why he was letting her, but the close, heady scent of her blood kept him from thinking about it too hard just yet.

He realized he was gripping the stone behind him a little too tightly and released it, and with it went the majority of his tension. She smelled good, overwhelmingly good, and he'd never done this before, but actually tasting her liked this only made it better.

He tilted his head up a little to mimic her movements, his head the blissful blank it was when he'd caught someone to prey on. Some part of him knew they were kissing, not anything else, and that the act was for more intimate and meaningful than biting, but in a way it was the same. The urge to actually draw blood tried to grow, but he shoved it aside, curious about this instead.

[bellatramonto]

She knew it. She knew that a good part of him, if not all of him, liked her back. He wasn't even pulling away! There was no stiffness anymore - no passiveness or placid lips.

As she kissed him, she wondered whether this new-found affection from him stemmed from a genuine liking or from blood lust. Was he just going along with this because she smelled good to him? She tried to dismiss that notion because the two of them had equally had their share of grave-goo today.

It seemed like they had been kissing forever. Bella was already replaying the moment in her head like a scene from a movie before they were even finished. She tried to take little breaths in between each rotation of her lips now, but the air was becoming less and less.

No. He tastes so good!

Bella waited until she couldn't breathe anymore before gently pulling away. She made sure to keep her face close to his though, so that if he wanted to continue after she got some oxygen into her lungs, they could.

She pressed his body between the pillar and herself, even though she was shorter than him, and took a brief second to rest her lips on the skin of his shoulder. The position felt oddly comfortable.

[insanguinato]

Bella's rush of elation had surged through Jasper as well, so that when she finally pulled away he found that he really didn't want her to. He'd set a hand on her waist before he could stop himself.

The he got a whiff of fresh air, or as fresh as air came in a graveyard, and his head cleared almost instantly. He felt Bella kiss his shoulder a second later, and realized she was fitting herself against him. He shivered, his stomach turning over again. They both smelled gross on the surface, he knew she couldn't smell much beyond that, but Bella didn't seem to mind.

She was soft, which he'd already known, most girls were, but it was different getting himself closer to a blood scent and being pressed against solid stone by someone who wanted to get closer to him. He couldn't seem to quite catch his breath back despite the breather, he was sure she was close enough to notice his accelerated heartbeat, and without her unfiltered scent filling his lungs he felt extremely awkward. An unfamiliar, pleasant kind of awkward, but awkward just the same.

"...Um."

He wondered if he should move his hand away, or put his other one up too, or something, but he had no idea, and he was finding it difficult to think about his options rationally. A girl had just kissed him knowing full well what he was and what he did and what he wanted to do to her, and his head was still spinning from the fact that he'd kissed her back, and he didn't think it was entirely out of bloodlust.