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
Jasper didn't really have anything to say before, and if he had, he certainly didn't now. He swallowed thickly, glancing down even though he knew he shouldn't. The warmth of Bella's skin was evident through the thin material of his shirt, and it was soft, and it smelled good, and he couldn't help but remember what she'd looked like coming out of the creek earlier, which of course made everything worse.
A very large part of him wanted to give in. He knew what Bella was doing and he knew what he could get out of it, and he wanted to, if only just to try, because the opportunity was there and it was tempting. But because it was Bella, he wasn't sure that he could. Some other girl, fine, he'd just disappear afterwards or drain her when he was done, but he couldn't do that to her--didn't want to even on accident. His concern made him as nervous and jittery as the situation he was in. He'd certainly never cared if he accidentally killed someone before.
"We shouldn't," he protested, but his voice was softer than he'd have liked, and breathy, and altogether very revealing of his indecision. He flexed his fingers self-consciously and decided it was much too hard to think when she was pressed against him like this. He should have pushed her back, but he didn't really want that either and he had no doubt she'd just return. He didn't want to hurt her.
Bella tried to read his expression. He looked pained- like he was struggling with something, yet at the same time, there was something gentle there. He obviously didn't know what to do with himself, or her, but this didn't bother Bella. She had distinguished herself as a take-charge kind of girl today.
If only this amazing interaction had occurred in a shower of fresh water. She knew the second he took his outer shirt off that she wanted him to go further. Heck, she wanted him to get stark-naked and jump into the creek himself. If the water hadn't been so contaminated, she may have conned him into skinny dipping if she knew seducing him would be this easy.
She brought her lips back to his own, moving her bottom lip against his, but still being able to get words out.
"Shouldn't what? Shouldn't . . . do this?" she pressed her full mouth to his now, crushing his whole body even more as she did- even though it felt like slamming into a marble pillar.
She brought his hands up higher on her torso- right at that pivotal point where breast met chest, and let go of them. If he wanted to explore, he could do so himself. She needed her hands so that stand on tip-toe and wrap her arms around his neck.
Jasper made a muffled sound as she suddenly kissed him again, half-startled and half-appreciative of the way it felt. His senses overloaded again, his nose filled with nothing but her and a vague hint of graveyard that he was quickly forgetting about, and he found himself arching a little off the wall in order to get closer.
This was ridiculous, he realized then, his hands hovering uncertainly where she'd left them. She obviously wanted to do this despite everything, and the more she did it, the more he wanted to, and he knew there were probably a hundred reasons why he shouldn't let himself, but he couldn't for the life of him remember a single one now. He was normally more composed than this, but something about her unpredictable behavior was undermining his self-control. He was normally as bored of humans as Edward was, but this one never failed to surprise him.
She was warm, and her heart was thudding enticingly, and she tasted better than any human he'd ever know before, and there'd been a lot. After a final brief hesitation his hands dropped from near her chest down to her waist again, then slipped around her tightly, careful not to be too rough as he held her against himself. The knowledge of what he was doing made him simultaneously nervous and excited, but he didn't care about the former right now. He lifted his chin and kissed her back.
It must have been a strange site, if anyone was looking. Bella wasn't a prostitute, and Jasper wasn't missing any teeth or chunks of hair. To the outsider, they looked like a normal couple, sharing a romantic moment after the high school sock-hop - only they were pressed against each other, against the graveyard gates.
Bella made a small, inadvertent moan that surprised herself when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him tighter. She hadn't been expecting this side of him to come out until at least the third time she tricked him into doing this.
It was like all of the tension between the two of them over the past month had just exploded. Instead of arguing, or fighting, or Jasper just cutting to the chase and finishing her off by sucking her dry, they ended up releasing it by succumbing to each other.
They were right back where they started, except instead of Jasper having Bella pushed against a wall, it was the other way around. Where Jasper had the control then, she had the control now. He was her prey.
She brought one of her hands up to his jaw and held it in her palm as they kissed, letting the tips of her fingers caress the skin behind his ear. His jawline was stubbly, like he'd neglected to shave for a few days.
Jasper shivered, and kept shivering, Bella touching him lightly in places he'd never realized were so sensitive. The shirt he'd given her was damp from soaking up the creek water earlier, and now his was too, which only made the places where they pressed against each other feel even warmer.
He'd made the right decision, though, in his opinion just then. Bella was obviously the kind of girl who didn't stop pushing until she got what she'd come for, and Jasper knew she'd have only pushed for this again if he'd shied away. He could have fought her, and eventually succumbed, or he could give in now, which was far easier, exponentially more pleasant, and which yielded the same result anyway.
Her blood was close again, flowing through her veins mere centimeters from his nose, even less from his mouth. The flowery scent made him heady. He only came close to holding someone like this if he was drinking from them, and was finding the similarities more than a little striking now, his heart accelerated and his senses honed again like he was on the prowl. His actions were making his stomach tight, but he couldn't tell which was responsible for the bloodlust, them or the blood itself, or if there was even a difference between them.
He tilted his head and stopped thinking about it, instead concentrating on the sensations and emotions flowing through him, both his own and Bella's. He was probably emanating. He didn't care. He didn't think she'd be able to tell right now anyway.
A very large part of him wanted to give in. He knew what Bella was doing and he knew what he could get out of it, and he wanted to, if only just to try, because the opportunity was there and it was tempting. But because it was Bella, he wasn't sure that he could. Some other girl, fine, he'd just disappear afterwards or drain her when he was done, but he couldn't do that to her--didn't want to even on accident. His concern made him as nervous and jittery as the situation he was in. He'd certainly never cared if he accidentally killed someone before.
"We shouldn't," he protested, but his voice was softer than he'd have liked, and breathy, and altogether very revealing of his indecision. He flexed his fingers self-consciously and decided it was much too hard to think when she was pressed against him like this. He should have pushed her back, but he didn't really want that either and he had no doubt she'd just return. He didn't want to hurt her.
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If only this amazing interaction had occurred in a shower of fresh water. She knew the second he took his outer shirt off that she wanted him to go further. Heck, she wanted him to get stark-naked and jump into the creek himself. If the water hadn't been so contaminated, she may have conned him into skinny dipping if she knew seducing him would be this easy.
She brought her lips back to his own, moving her bottom lip against his, but still being able to get words out.
"Shouldn't what? Shouldn't . . . do this?" she pressed her full mouth to his now, crushing his whole body even more as she did- even though it felt like slamming into a marble pillar.
She brought his hands up higher on her torso- right at that pivotal point where breast met chest, and let go of them. If he wanted to explore, he could do so himself. She needed her hands so that stand on tip-toe and wrap her arms around his neck.
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This was ridiculous, he realized then, his hands hovering uncertainly where she'd left them. She obviously wanted to do this despite everything, and the more she did it, the more he wanted to, and he knew there were probably a hundred reasons why he shouldn't let himself, but he couldn't for the life of him remember a single one now. He was normally more composed than this, but something about her unpredictable behavior was undermining his self-control. He was normally as bored of humans as Edward was, but this one never failed to surprise him.
She was warm, and her heart was thudding enticingly, and she tasted better than any human he'd ever know before, and there'd been a lot. After a final brief hesitation his hands dropped from near her chest down to her waist again, then slipped around her tightly, careful not to be too rough as he held her against himself. The knowledge of what he was doing made him simultaneously nervous and excited, but he didn't care about the former right now. He lifted his chin and kissed her back.
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Bella made a small, inadvertent moan that surprised herself when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him tighter. She hadn't been expecting this side of him to come out until at least the third time she tricked him into doing this.
It was like all of the tension between the two of them over the past month had just exploded. Instead of arguing, or fighting, or Jasper just cutting to the chase and finishing her off by sucking her dry, they ended up releasing it by succumbing to each other.
They were right back where they started, except instead of Jasper having Bella pushed against a wall, it was the other way around. Where Jasper had the control then, she had the control now. He was her prey.
She brought one of her hands up to his jaw and held it in her palm as they kissed, letting the tips of her fingers caress the skin behind his ear. His jawline was stubbly, like he'd neglected to shave for a few days.
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He'd made the right decision, though, in his opinion just then. Bella was obviously the kind of girl who didn't stop pushing until she got what she'd come for, and Jasper knew she'd have only pushed for this again if he'd shied away. He could have fought her, and eventually succumbed, or he could give in now, which was far easier, exponentially more pleasant, and which yielded the same result anyway.
Her blood was close again, flowing through her veins mere centimeters from his nose, even less from his mouth. The flowery scent made him heady. He only came close to holding someone like this if he was drinking from them, and was finding the similarities more than a little striking now, his heart accelerated and his senses honed again like he was on the prowl. His actions were making his stomach tight, but he couldn't tell which was responsible for the bloodlust, them or the blood itself, or if there was even a difference between them.
He tilted his head and stopped thinking about it, instead concentrating on the sensations and emotions flowing through him, both his own and Bella's. He was probably emanating. He didn't care. He didn't think she'd be able to tell right now anyway.
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