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Tease Me Please Me by wizardtho
Chapter 1:
It had been a month and a half since we got back from Phoenix. Edward and I were still together, but I'd been noticing things lately that I never did before. Yeah, he used to pull away if the kiss went too far for his liking, but I never noticed that even kissing me at all was too far. Now, when he went to kiss me, I noticed the tension in his body before our lips touched. That's if he was even the one to invoke the kiss. If I did, then tension was five times more pronounced... as if he expected me to torture him. I'd just given up on trying to kiss him anymore. Lately he'd started saying things to me that get me riled up, then I'd be left with barely a kiss, with him saying, "I need to hunt. I'll be back before you can miss me, Love."
That's how he left me, sitting on the couch in the Cullen family living room. Funny, because he'd never leave me here alone before Phoenix, but now he does it all the time... especially if my 'teenage hormones' are getting the better of me. I turned my attention back to the page of the book in front of me, sighing in frustration. It wasn't like I could actually relieve myself here... or anywhere for that matter. There was always someone with vampire hearing in the vicinity. Even in the rare moments that I did have privacy, I still couldn't manage to half the time.
After reading the same passage for the tenth time, I sighed again, then felt a slight stirring in my emotions. I growled out my frustration as I slammed the book closed, rushing to grab my keys. I scribbled a note to Edward, telling him I'd gone home for a bit, then dashed out the door.
As I pulled into my drive 20 minutes later, I noted that Charlie wasn't here. Good. I headed straight for the shower, stripping my shirt off before I even made it fully into the bathroom, then dropped it on the floor. I turned the water on, then hastily stripped out of the rest of my clothes, feeling another slight stir in my emotions. What the hell? That's happening more and more lately.
I shrugged it off as the frustration, not even bothering to close the bathroom door all the way before I got under the hot spray of water. As I closed my eyes, I could swear I felt gentle fingers caressing up the backs of my thighs. I gasped as my eyes flew open, but no one was there. A moan slipped from my lips as I felt the sensation again, causing my eyes to flutter closed. My back leaned against the tile wall as my fingers glided down my neck, then collarbone, finally circling my nipple teasingly. I felt that same sensation, but this time it was lips against the nipple I wasn't already teasing. I whimpered involuntarily, "Oh, God... don't stop."
My breathing had picked up; I was already wound so tight. My fingers slowly descended down my abdomen, but before they reached their destination, the phantom lips were kissing their way up my inner thigh. My descending hand halted, then braced against the wall at my side as I moaned, "Shit, that's amazing." The sensation didn't stop, but kept going north toward my aching core. My fingers found their way back to my nipples just as the phantom lips reached their destination, forcing a cry of pleasure from my lips at the sensations running through me.
Then I not only felt lips teasing my folds, but fingers gliding through my wetness, causing me to groan in need, "Fuuck... more, please." The fingers slipped slowly into me as the lips wrapped around my swollen nub. I cried out again, pinching lightly at my pebbled nipples, "Deeper... Oh God... so close..." I gasped as I felt the fingers curl inside me, then teeth biting gently on my clit. I tugged my nipples almost roughly, then I felt a sharp thrust of the fingers as they curled again. The coil inside me snapped violently as I screamed out, trembling in the rush of my orgasm.
As I slid down the wall, my legs in no shape to hold me right then, I could swear I felt a light kiss to my lips, along with a hand stroking my hair. I whispered, "Thank you," even though I had no idea what just happened. Was that a ghost? Do I even believe in ghosts?
Twenty minutes later, I was still reliving what happened in the shower. I just couldn't fathom how there was no one there, but it felt so real. I knew my imagination wasn't that good. If it was, I'd have no problem getting off on my own... but I do... so it couldn't be that good, could it? It must have been a ghost, then, right? I groaned, knowing I wouldn't get anywhere with this mystery in the foreseeable future, then finished dressing to head back over to the Cullen house.
As I drove over there, I still couldn't piece it together, so I decided to chalk it up to the frustration. Soon I was parking my truck, when suddenly that same slight stirring in my emotions happened again. What the hell is going on with me? What's going on with my emotional upheaval lately? I hopped out of my truck, calling out as soon as I opened the front door, "Anyone home yet?" I waited a second, but no one answered.
My note was still in the same place, so I crumbled it up, tossing it in the garbage can in the kitchen as I grabbed the sweet tea out of the fridge. I didn't know who decided to start making it, but it was heaven in a glass. I poured some into a glass, then put the pitcher back in the fridge as I leaned against the counter. Just as I was lifting the glass to take a sip, I felt that same stirring in my emotions, then noticed Jasper out of the corner of my eye. I smiled softly at him, then he noted conversationally, "I see you took a likin' to the sweet tea I made for ya." I beamed at him, "Oh, God, yes. It's amazing, Jasper. Thank you."
He dipped his head a bit in acknowledgment, so I asked, "Why did you start making it... if you don't mind my asking." I took a long sip, then as my eyes met his again, he smiled gently, "I noticed ya drank it in Phoenix, but ya just can't buy good southern sweet tea up here... so I decided to make ya some." I could only stutter out in reply, "Wow... that's... that's very thoughtful, Jasper. I really do appreciate it." Then I mumbled softly, "No one ever takes the time to find out what I like." I stared into my glass, but I could swear I heard his honey drenched voice whisper, "I always will, Isabella." I looked up to see if he really said it, but he was gone from the room. I felt inexplicably sad that he left, yet didn't know why.
Just then, Edward walked in the back door with his clothes askew, laughing with Alice, whose clothes were also a bit worse for the wear. That seemed odd to me, since I'd always pictured Alice as a particularly neat feeder, but I'd never seen her right after a hunt. They must have had a lot of fun on their hunt. Instantly, they stopped laughing, Edward saying as he rushed my way, "I thought you went home for a while. I was going to shower and clean up a bit before I came to your house."
His scent caught on the breeze coming through the back door, not smelling quite the same. There was something different, and I immediately wanted out of the house. It was clawing at my insides. I tried to smile as I said, "I just went home to shower and put a load of clothes in the wash. I should get going though, because I need to start dinner for Charlie. Oh, I promised him I'd watch this program on tv tonight, so you might as well spend time with the family. I know you don't get to do that much lately." He cupped my cheek, for some reason the 'off' scent becoming almost overwhelming. I felt like gagging as he said, "Always thinking of others, Love. What would I do without you?"
As his lips descended toward mine, I panicked, faking a sneeze so he wouldn't kiss me. I didn't know why, but I didn't want his lips anywhere near me. "Oh, Bella. You should make sure you close your window tonight. You sound like you might be coming down with something." I nodded, hurriedly said my goodbyes, then snatched up my keys before heading out the door.
Just before the front door closed, I could swear I saw Edward kiss Alice passionately. I stifled my gasp while looking up. Jasper was at the window, his hand on the glass as I felt that stirring of emotions again. As I climbed into the truck cab, I sent him my confusion. Seconds later, I felt the sensation of someone stroking my hair. I stifled another gasp with my hand over my mouth, then I saw him smile softly from the window before he disappeared.
It couldn't be, could it? I could understand him manufacturing the stirring of my emotions, but I can usually tell when he's pushing feelings at me. They feel slightly foreign when they first hit. These stirrings don't feel the least bit foreign. How could he make me feel like someone's touching me, though? He can't... can he?
I started my truck, then pulled out of the drive in a daze, not even remembering the drive home to Charlie's. He was already home when I pulled up. As I opened the front door, he called out, "Bells, is that you?" I smiled, replying, "Yeah, Dad. Sorry I'm late. I'll get dinner started right away."
He scuffed, came around the corner with a wide grin and two pizza boxes, then offered, "When you weren't home yet, I took the initiative... figured you could use a night off of kitchen duty. They just arrived a few minutes ago. I got your favorite." I let out a sigh of relief, "Boy, could I ever. It's been a hell of a day." His look changed to a more serious one as he asked, "Wanna talk about it?" I shook my head, smirked, then said, "I want to dig into this and forget most of my day. Not all of it, just most of it." He nodded his acceptance, then I followed him into the living room to chow down on pizza and watch the program.
An hour and a half later, I was finishing cleaning up the mess, when I felt the emotional stir I've felt an increasing amount of lately. My first thought was Jasper, so I wiped my hands on the towel after I hurriedly finished up the dishes. I called to Charlie, "Night, Dad." He responded in kind, then I acted tired as I trudged up the stairs.
As soon as my bedroom door closed behind me, I searched my room, calling softly, "Jasper? Are you here?" I saw him in the rocking chair, so I slowly made my way to him. He whispered, "Ya feel it too, doncha?" I cocked my head to the side, causing him to explain, "The stirrin' feelin'. I've been gettin' it every time you're close... since I touched ya in Phoenix." I nodded, whispering as I knelt in front of him, "I feel it... a lot lately. It... it was you... wasn't it? The other thing, I mean."
He looked a bit sheepish, but dipped his head. "I couldn't let ya stay so unsatisfied. I'm sorry if I crossed a boundary, but I felt your need. I was drawn to make sure ya were satisfied." I shook my head, "How? I thought it was just emotions." He smirked, "I can do a lot of things, Isabella. I never told any one of the Cullens how my power works, nor did I ever think about it where Edward would hear. The body is a road map of electrical signals and chemicals that translate to sensation as well as emotion. With the right combination from me, I could make ya cum without either one of us layin' a finger on ya." I whimpered as I felt my core heat, but took a breath to steady my emotions before I asked, "I'm right about them, aren't I? They've been together... cheated on us?"
Jasper looked down sadly, then whispered, "I always knew she wasn't my mate, but it still hurt when I caught his scent on her a week after Phoenix. It didn't hurt as bad as it could have, because I'd found out who my true mate was already, but it still hurt. I tried to tell ya a few times, but every time I did, Alice would know, then end up tellin' me that ya'd never believe it."
I shook my head, pissed that she would do that to him, "But I would have, Jasper. Ever since Phoenix, I've been noticing things about Edward that I never did before. Then today, I caught his scent when he came into the house. It was... repulsive. I didn't know why, but I couldn't stand him touching me. I didn't want him near me. I lied to him, faking a sneeze when he went to kiss me because it was so bad. I had to get out of there, and quick." Jasper smiled softly, "I felt it, Sugar. That's why I knew I could give ya the hint that it was me today. I knew ya'd found out about them."
I nodded, then a thought struck me. "Did you see? Today, I mean?" Jasper slipped off of the rocking chair to kneel close in front of me. He held my chin gently as he found my eyes, "I kinda have to for that part, Isabella. It was the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever seen."
All I could do was whimper slightly at the intensity of his gaze. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, causing my lips to part slightly in response. I wanted him to kiss me so much right then, that my eyes fluttered closed as I let out a shaky breath. His other hand found my tailbone, gently pulling me forward onto his lap. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes found his again, then he stroked my hair while we looked at each other intently. "Do ya trust me, Isabella? Do ya trust me not to hurtcha?" I instantly responded as I sent him my feelings, "Implicitly."
Slowly, so slowly, he closed the distance between us. When his lips brushed against mine, I sighed in relief. He sucked gently on my bottom lip, then traced it with his tongue. I hummed and opened to him, practically begging him in my feelings to continue. He breathed into my open mouth, his taste consuming me. Our tongues glided tentatively against one another finally, causing us both to moan at the contact. Surprisingly, Jasper didn't try to dominate the kiss. Instead, the most deliciously sinful mingling was had by our mouths and tongues.
When my need to breathe prevailed, Jasper ghosted his lips along my jaw to my ear, "I've been waitin' to kiss ya like that since I first touched ya in Phoenix, Isabella. Do ya understand what I'm tellin' ya?" I nodded as I nuzzled into his neck, breathing a single word, "Mate." I felt him smile against my shoulder, confirming, "Mate, Isabella."
Just then his phone vibrated against my inner thigh, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. He chuckled as I moved, then pulled his phone from his pocket, flipping it open. I could faintly hear the frantic person on the other line since it was so quiet in my room, "Major, I don't know what just happened between you and Sweet Pea, but get her the fuck outta that house, now. Don't make plans. Toss a few day's worth of shit into a bag for her, then get in the fuckin' truck, Major. Don't go back to Pa Cullen's. Eddie boy's pissin' up a big time fit, which will end with Cupcake on the wrong side of dead no matter how this goes down, if ya don't get her out. Now, Major. No delays. I'll call ya on the road."
Jasper flipped his phone shut, then immediately I was standing in front of my dresser. I hurriedly started tossing shit from each drawer onto the bed. Jasper stuffed it into a couple of duffels, along with a couple of different pairs of shoes, my wallet, and my phone. Then he pulled my phone back out, leaving it on my nightstand, whispering, "Traceable." I nodded as I finished zipping up one of the duffels. He tossed them both over one shoulder, then picked me up to wrap me around his waist.
As soon as he jumped from the window, we were dashing through the forest to his truck, which was hidden in the trees near my house. I was quickly buckled in, he tossed the bags into the back seat behind me, then he dashed around to the driver side after closing my door. He started the truck, immediately tearing down the path and onto the road.
He pulled his phone back out of his pocket after a few minutes, crushed it before tossing it out the window, then pulled another phone from a hidden compartment from the truck. He smiled softly, "Burn phone. Untraceable. Only Peter has the number. That was him, by the way. I'm sorry for the rush, but..." I cut him off, completely understanding, "Jasper, I heard what he said. The wrong side of dead is definitely not where I want to be, especially since we just found each other... figuratively at least." He smiled widely, then said, "I feel the same way, Sugar."
After a few seconds, I asked softly, "Who is Peter?" He chuckled, "Peter is one of the extremely few things about my past that I never wanna forget. I turned him under the orders of my maker. My past is anythin' but pretty, Isabella. The one who changed me was the leader of a vampire army in the south that was fightin' over feedin' territory. She's a sadistic bitch, and once she found out I could influence moods, she withheld blood from me until I agreed to use my powers to control her army for her. She withheld it, but constantly flaunted it in front of me.”
At my sorrow, as well as my understanding, Jasper continued. “Newborn vampires are extremely strong and volatile for the first year. Brought up in that environment, they tend to fight amongst themselves. Maria couldn't have that, as she needed them trained to fight for her against her enemy, so she put me in charge of keepin' ‘em in line. One night, one of the newborns bit the shit out of me, so I tore him to pieces and lit his ass on fire. As my punishment, Maria made me turn two vampires for the one I killed. Peter was one, Char was the other. When Peter was 4 months into his newborn year, Maria promoted him to helpin' me dispose of yearlings that didn't have a useful gift."
He shook his head, then continued, "See... once the first year is up, vampires tend to lose some of their strength. When that happened, they became useless to Maria. She promoted him to helpin' me, because he had a knack for keepin' us outta the traps made by other armies. Around his year mark, it was disposin' time again, when he got real jittery. That's when I found out Char was next to be tossed. He went into a crouch to protect her. He told her to run, and for some unknown reason, I told them to go. They had fallen in love, but she wasn't Peter's mate. I told them to find a better way, then Peter promised to come back for me. He did come back, around five years later, tellin' me of a life without havin' to fight for food... of a more peaceful existence."
With a relieved expression, he continued, "He helped me escape, another four years passin' as I traveled with them from place to place. Char met her mate then, so Peter let her go, wantin' her to be happy. We're still all friends. It was just Peter and me for a bit after that, until I met Alice. I still don't know how she did it, but she convinced me that we were supposed to be together... that she'd seen it. She proved her visions in that diner, which had me foolishly following her. I'm not sorry, though, because it led me to you, Isabella."
My smile was genuine as I cupped his cheek, whispering, "You only fed from animals because of Alice, right?" He nodded reluctantly, then continued to say, "I never fed from innocent people after I escaped Maria. Peter's gift allows him to just know shit. One of those things is who and where to feed from. Drug dealers, rapists, murderers, child molesters, along with slavery rings are his prey of choice... and were mine until I met Alice." I nodded, "Other than the taste, is there a noticeable difference between animal and human?"
Jasper chuckled, "Yeah, Sugar. A big difference. First, your control on animal blood is much more frail. Ya want the steak a lot more if ya can't have it, when it's bein' flaunted in front of ya all the time, than if ya just had one yesterday. Also, your strength is more significant on human blood than it is on animal. It's like... hmm... tryin' to get the same caffeine rush from regular coffee that ya'd get from an espresso. Make sense?"
I nodded again, to let him know I understood. After a few seconds of silence, I offered, "So you're not with the Cullens anymore." He looked at me warily from his peripheral vision, so I stated, "You said it yourself, Jasper... your control is easier to manage, the taste is much better, your strength is more significant, plus you'd be feeding from society's trash. I'm a cop's daughter, for Christ's sake, so I know how many of those assholes get let off on technicalities, only to continue the behavior. Alice always said it was the feelings that got to you, though. Is that true?"
He shook his head, chuckling again, "The lure of the hunt, along with the rush of feelin's as we drink, is always one of the best parts, Sugar... not the worst. Remember, I can always make the target feel what I want them to when I feed, so I won't feel pain or them bein' frightened." I smiled widely, "That's what I thought, too, but she said the feelings you felt from them always made you depressed." He laughed outright, then got serious, "So ya wouldn't hate me for feedin' from humans? Ya wouldn't be scared of me?" I blanched at the thought, "Jesus, no, Jasper! I could never be scared of you, or hate you for how you sustain yourself. I'd never want to eat brussel sprouts when there was chocolate mousse around for the taking. That shit's just nasty. I'm sorry, but I like my damn chocolate too much." Jasper leaned over, laughing, then kissed my temple, "Well, alright then. Chocolate mousse it is."