NOT HIS TO PLEASE (Jasper/Bella) - oneshot
Eek, I haven't written anything Jasper/Bella is SO long (in fact, it's been more than a month since I've updated my multichaptered fic). I've been reading amazing fics out there lately, so I thought I'd write this to warm up my writing again :)
This is for the AMAZING yokoagogo, for the amazing weekend (it's been a while since we've stayed with each other this much via phone!), the endless LMFAOs and of course, for staying by my side regardless the distance. I love you. GOOD LUCK ON THE REST OF YOUR FINALS!
Title: Not His to Please
Author: roannaweenie
Rating: G/PG
Words: 870
Pairing/Characters: Jasper/Bella, implied Edward/Bella & Jasper/Alice
Notes: Just a quick oneshot I started last night. I don't have any thoughts in particular as to when is this set.
Every time, when he least expects it.
The lack of a knock, the shuffling footsteps, the flurry of tears and sniffles. The embraces, the heartaches, the damp marks on his shirt when the waterworks prolong.
The disregard of her breakability, of his strength. The same strength she’s known for so long, and the same weakness, but with greater difficulty. A greater yearning.
Jasper didn’t know how long he could keep this up. And tonight, speaking arose from under the awkward levels of stillness.
“Ssh, Bella,” he caressed the back of her neck with one hand, the small of her back with the other, cheek resting atop her head.
The implausible scent of her hair stunned him once more, and her warmth was unbelievable. Five times in two nights he’d experienced this, and caches of sympathy in between.
She trembled, nose burying into his sweater, arms entwined around him, body pressed with no concern about his difficulty. She didn’t care about how his eyes continuously shifted to black in a second - not even the inflexible grip he had on her, and how she couldn’t escape until she asked.
Bella was selfish. Jasper understood.
He soothes her, but his powers have no space to roam here. They’re bounded, blocked away. What she feels is too much, far over the ordinary of what he was accustomed to.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered, voice collapsing. “I don’t know, I can’t…I…Jasper, I don’t -”
A tighter hold slices through her weeping. Jasper squeezes her, but never longer for two seconds. It’s almost too much to handle, this enticement.
“I know, I know,” his nose strays away from the tip of her head, the sweet aroma of her strands encircling every inch of his struggle. “I’m sorry.”
She continues to cry, the image of her beloved playing behind her eyelids. It’s hard to keep her eyes closed, but even harder to keep them open and aspiring to see him again.
The two of them stand there in the dimly lit room, the sound of the trees and the wind murmuring in their own language outside, and they remember.
“Edward’s gone,” Bella murmurs.
Jasper remains silent.
“We didn’t even…I’m…I’m still a human, I couldn’t help him, Jasper, I couldn’t…”
“Stop it,” his voice cuts through the muted ambiance. “Don’t blame this on yourself.”
She doesn’t say anything.
“All Edward wanted is…” Jasper loosened the hug by a miniscule measure, but the attempted comfort remained unreduced. “All he wanted…he wanted your safety. It was right of you to stay. Had he died knowing you were damaged by the smallest amount, he would have died in grief. You didn’t do anything wrong, Bella. Nothing.”
She only sobs harder, and he can feel the tears seeping into his clothes, sticking to his skin.
“I can’t stop thinking of this, Jasper,” the words stumble out of her mouth in a disarray of anguish. “That coven wanted me, and they took him instead...he wasn’t strong enough…I …I don’t know why I deserve to be alive.”
“Stop it,” he repeats.
Bella stands on her toes to hide in Jasper’s shoulder, droplets of water cascading down the arm of his clothes. Never had his inducement to give into his instincts been stronger than this. He feels her eyelashes swaying on the fabric, her lips shaking by his collarbone.
His hand wanders away from her neck, and sweeps under her chin, holding her face up to meet his.
Jasper’s eyes - no longer tawny but possessing a lethal shade of black - lock with the familiar chocolate stare of her own. Tears swim in front of them, and he can see his reflection.
He holds back the fervent thirst.
“Bella,” he sighs. “You deserve to stay here. Every reason of your being deserves to be alive. Death is the last thing Edward would have wanted for you. You’re not at fault.”
Her eyes shrink, droplets of water clinging to the tips of her eyelashes.
Jasper can’t look away, won’t look away.
A brilliant shade of red starts to scuttle across her fair skin and begins to spread, a new heat he can feel radiating from her hands. She’s blinking quickly in courageous attempts to shun the upcoming tears away, and she fails.
They study one another.
He wants to please her, he can sense that much. Such a strange feeling it truly was - this wasn’t the short, inky-haired girl he was habituated to pleasing so, this wasn’t his to please.
She belonged to someone else.
Jasper shakes his head, but it’s not enough to block the craving away.
And he wants to kiss her, and he’s absolutely certain she’s thinking the same thing. The way she’s chewing on her bottom lip, quivering, eyelids drooping over the windows to her soul, the windows to her existence. She leans in leisurely.
Jasper doesn’t move.
But for a brief moment, her eyes flicker with doubt, her lips twisting into that cruel gesture of shying away. Jasper inches back, unsure of how to proceed.
Through an unspoken decision, Jasper knew he was to be left alone in that room, left questioning what he truly desired for her as she stammers backwards.
Bella leaves.
Every time, when he least expects it.
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psst, i'll promise i'll update my other fic soon! finals are coming up, but i'm almost done with chapter six.
This is for the AMAZING yokoagogo, for the amazing weekend (it's been a while since we've stayed with each other this much via phone!), the endless LMFAOs and of course, for staying by my side regardless the distance. I love you. GOOD LUCK ON THE REST OF YOUR FINALS!
Title: Not His to Please
Author: roannaweenie
Rating: G/PG
Words: 870
Pairing/Characters: Jasper/Bella, implied Edward/Bella & Jasper/Alice
Notes: Just a quick oneshot I started last night. I don't have any thoughts in particular as to when is this set.
Every time, when he least expects it.
The lack of a knock, the shuffling footsteps, the flurry of tears and sniffles. The embraces, the heartaches, the damp marks on his shirt when the waterworks prolong.
The disregard of her breakability, of his strength. The same strength she’s known for so long, and the same weakness, but with greater difficulty. A greater yearning.
Jasper didn’t know how long he could keep this up. And tonight, speaking arose from under the awkward levels of stillness.
“Ssh, Bella,” he caressed the back of her neck with one hand, the small of her back with the other, cheek resting atop her head.
The implausible scent of her hair stunned him once more, and her warmth was unbelievable. Five times in two nights he’d experienced this, and caches of sympathy in between.
She trembled, nose burying into his sweater, arms entwined around him, body pressed with no concern about his difficulty. She didn’t care about how his eyes continuously shifted to black in a second - not even the inflexible grip he had on her, and how she couldn’t escape until she asked.
Bella was selfish. Jasper understood.
He soothes her, but his powers have no space to roam here. They’re bounded, blocked away. What she feels is too much, far over the ordinary of what he was accustomed to.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered, voice collapsing. “I don’t know, I can’t…I…Jasper, I don’t -”
A tighter hold slices through her weeping. Jasper squeezes her, but never longer for two seconds. It’s almost too much to handle, this enticement.
“I know, I know,” his nose strays away from the tip of her head, the sweet aroma of her strands encircling every inch of his struggle. “I’m sorry.”
She continues to cry, the image of her beloved playing behind her eyelids. It’s hard to keep her eyes closed, but even harder to keep them open and aspiring to see him again.
The two of them stand there in the dimly lit room, the sound of the trees and the wind murmuring in their own language outside, and they remember.
“Edward’s gone,” Bella murmurs.
Jasper remains silent.
“We didn’t even…I’m…I’m still a human, I couldn’t help him, Jasper, I couldn’t…”
“Stop it,” his voice cuts through the muted ambiance. “Don’t blame this on yourself.”
She doesn’t say anything.
“All Edward wanted is…” Jasper loosened the hug by a miniscule measure, but the attempted comfort remained unreduced. “All he wanted…he wanted your safety. It was right of you to stay. Had he died knowing you were damaged by the smallest amount, he would have died in grief. You didn’t do anything wrong, Bella. Nothing.”
She only sobs harder, and he can feel the tears seeping into his clothes, sticking to his skin.
“I can’t stop thinking of this, Jasper,” the words stumble out of her mouth in a disarray of anguish. “That coven wanted me, and they took him instead...he wasn’t strong enough…I …I don’t know why I deserve to be alive.”
“Stop it,” he repeats.
Bella stands on her toes to hide in Jasper’s shoulder, droplets of water cascading down the arm of his clothes. Never had his inducement to give into his instincts been stronger than this. He feels her eyelashes swaying on the fabric, her lips shaking by his collarbone.
His hand wanders away from her neck, and sweeps under her chin, holding her face up to meet his.
Jasper’s eyes - no longer tawny but possessing a lethal shade of black - lock with the familiar chocolate stare of her own. Tears swim in front of them, and he can see his reflection.
He holds back the fervent thirst.
“Bella,” he sighs. “You deserve to stay here. Every reason of your being deserves to be alive. Death is the last thing Edward would have wanted for you. You’re not at fault.”
Her eyes shrink, droplets of water clinging to the tips of her eyelashes.
Jasper can’t look away, won’t look away.
A brilliant shade of red starts to scuttle across her fair skin and begins to spread, a new heat he can feel radiating from her hands. She’s blinking quickly in courageous attempts to shun the upcoming tears away, and she fails.
They study one another.
He wants to please her, he can sense that much. Such a strange feeling it truly was - this wasn’t the short, inky-haired girl he was habituated to pleasing so, this wasn’t his to please.
She belonged to someone else.
Jasper shakes his head, but it’s not enough to block the craving away.
And he wants to kiss her, and he’s absolutely certain she’s thinking the same thing. The way she’s chewing on her bottom lip, quivering, eyelids drooping over the windows to her soul, the windows to her existence. She leans in leisurely.
Jasper doesn’t move.
But for a brief moment, her eyes flicker with doubt, her lips twisting into that cruel gesture of shying away. Jasper inches back, unsure of how to proceed.
Through an unspoken decision, Jasper knew he was to be left alone in that room, left questioning what he truly desired for her as she stammers backwards.
Bella leaves.
Every time, when he least expects it.
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psst, i'll promise i'll update my other fic soon! finals are coming up, but i'm almost done with chapter six.