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
Bella moved her hand from his jaw to the back of his neck where she grasped the hair at the nape. Making-out was way easier than she thought it would be. She used to think she'd have to practice with a marshmallow or something to get this good.
She could feel his hot breath, and almost taste his saliva. It seemed like their tongues were refusing to touch each other, but having a hard time keeping their distance. It was hard not to go all out when their mouths were opening and closing into each other. Luckily she wasn't wearing any lipstick or it would have been smeared all over the bottom half of Jasper's face.
"Wow," Bella managed to get out when she caught her breath. She wiped her mouth quickly with one of her hands to get rid of all the wetness.
She was still pressed tightly against him. Her waist was small and thin, and she was kept in his hold easily. He probably could have crushed her if he wanted to.
"Do you want to suck my blood?" she asked, inches from his face. Her eyes were on his lips and teeth.
Jasper had to struggle for breath too, only with Bella still so close he was finding it more difficult than she was. He wanted to kiss her again, to nose her head aside and kiss that throbbing vein he could see along the back side of her neck.
Her question made his eyes flash. Yes, he wanted to say, and do other things too, while he was at it. But he couldn't. Or he shouldn't, anyway. Remembering that broke through a little of the blood-red haze in his mind.
Realizing just how close he was, he closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, breathing heavily through his nose. He was too close, they were too close, and if he didn't get a grip on himself now he might do something stupid, out in the open in broad, if somewhat cloudy, daylight. It took a moment for him to calm down enough to think past his own desires, and to make sure he wasn't sharing the feeling with her. He didn't want to know where that could go.
"I'm sorry," he apologized somewhat tightly, glancing at her. "I can't help it. Please tell me you're not actually offering."
Bella stepped back a little now. Her excitement was starting to slowly decline as it dawned on her that this interaction of theirs was probably only based on his thirst.
"I . . . was just wondering. Do . . . do you only think of my blood? How good it smells and how good it would taste?"
What she really wanted to ask was if he felt anything for her romantically. She still wasn't familiar with everything that came with being a vampire-hybrid. It could be that romance and blood-lust were often times interlinked.
The sun managed to peak out from behind the clouds, and Bella started feeling exceptionally hot in her position against Jasper. She rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt and pushed her almost-dry hair out of her face so that she could look at him clearly.
Jasper loosened his arms around her so that she could pull away if she wanted, his head clearing the rest of the way as he felt her excitement dwindle. For the first time in weeks, she seemed to finally be listening to him about his bloodlust clearly, or at least actually believing him about it. He didn't know if he should feel relieved or disappointed
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"Not necessarily," Bella smiled, thinking of how many times she'd almost gotten herself killed out of stupidity.
She used the column behind him to push herself away. Sometime in the midst of all of the kissing and touching, her book had fallen, and she bent down to pick it up.
"Ready for that shower?" she asked lightheartedly. Her head was still spinning from the events of that afternoon.
Jasper watched her, his skin feeling tingly and cool where she'd pulled away from him. He wanted to argue his point, but knew it was useless. The grass was always greener on the other side, after all, until you'd spent a good deal of time on both.
He nodded, finally pushing himself up off the wall to follow her, though he warily kept his distance. Now that he knew how much she affected him when she was near, he wanted to be careful. It was embarrassing, reacting like that.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" It was a rhetorical question, because he was going to do it anyway.
Walk her home? As if that would satiate her hunger for him now. She was blessed with this one small taste of him, and it left her wanting so much more.
She felt like she'd be depressed if he left her side. Bella had only known him for about a month, but already it was him and his kind that she wanted to be around. Mike and Jessica and Angela were just . . . well, they felt like casual acquaintances. They couldn't even begin to compare to this.
"I imagine I don't really have a choice," she smiled, bringing her book up to her chest, but making sure that it didn't get creek-water on it.
She walked out of the graveyard and onto the street, again hearing her flip-flops squish and squeak.
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She could feel his hot breath, and almost taste his saliva. It seemed like their tongues were refusing to touch each other, but having a hard time keeping their distance. It was hard not to go all out when their mouths were opening and closing into each other. Luckily she wasn't wearing any lipstick or it would have been smeared all over the bottom half of Jasper's face.
"Wow," Bella managed to get out when she caught her breath. She wiped her mouth quickly with one of her hands to get rid of all the wetness.
She was still pressed tightly against him. Her waist was small and thin, and she was kept in his hold easily. He probably could have crushed her if he wanted to.
"Do you want to suck my blood?" she asked, inches from his face. Her eyes were on his lips and teeth.
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Her question made his eyes flash. Yes, he wanted to say, and do other things too, while he was at it. But he couldn't. Or he shouldn't, anyway. Remembering that broke through a little of the blood-red haze in his mind.
Realizing just how close he was, he closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, breathing heavily through his nose. He was too close, they were too close, and if he didn't get a grip on himself now he might do something stupid, out in the open in broad, if somewhat cloudy, daylight. It took a moment for him to calm down enough to think past his own desires, and to make sure he wasn't sharing the feeling with her. He didn't want to know where that could go.
"I'm sorry," he apologized somewhat tightly, glancing at her. "I can't help it. Please tell me you're not actually offering."
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"I . . . was just wondering. Do . . . do you only think of my blood? How good it smells and how good it would taste?"
What she really wanted to ask was if he felt anything for her romantically. She still wasn't familiar with everything that came with being a vampire-hybrid. It could be that romance and blood-lust were often times interlinked.
The sun managed to peak out from behind the clouds, and Bella started feeling exceptionally hot in her position against Jasper. She rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt and pushed her almost-dry hair out of her face so that she could look at him clearly.
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She used the column behind him to push herself away. Sometime in the midst of all of the kissing and touching, her book had fallen, and she bent down to pick it up.
"Ready for that shower?" she asked lightheartedly. Her head was still spinning from the events of that afternoon.
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He nodded, finally pushing himself up off the wall to follow her, though he warily kept his distance. Now that he knew how much she affected him when she was near, he wanted to be careful. It was embarrassing, reacting like that.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" It was a rhetorical question, because he was going to do it anyway.
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She felt like she'd be depressed if he left her side. Bella had only known him for about a month, but already it was him and his kind that she wanted to be around. Mike and Jessica and Angela were just . . . well, they felt like casual acquaintances. They couldn't even begin to compare to this.
"I imagine I don't really have a choice," she smiled, bringing her book up to her chest, but making sure that it didn't get creek-water on it.
She walked out of the graveyard and onto the street, again hearing her flip-flops squish and squeak.
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